[ what's really a pain? having to put in effort like this. amaranth is used to coasting by. bankrbobbers and goons-for-hire are easy to deal with when she can just soak up blows and bullets without needing to worry about getting hurt. she doesn't really know how to fight, just throw a mostly decent punch without straining herself. super strength goes a long way, so does speed, so does flight. she's got people to tell her what to do, where to go, how to approach a situation that calls for any sort of finesse.
but she can't just call up one of her tech people and ask "hey, where's this hot woman on tinder? I've got a booty call to get to, chop chop." it's probably some sort of fucking security risk, like she cares.
but laila does manage to find her (claire will, in fact, notice amaranth flying overhead a few times in each direction). it's a stunning penthouse - she approves - made even more stunning by the freakin' stacked woman reclining on its balcony. laila grins and lands, feeling the tile underfoot cracking with the impact. ]
Hey.
[ her cape (not literal, just superhero slang) is meant to look youthful, hip. blue dress with a white sleeves, hemline a touch hire than should be proper. it's enough to accentuate her curves, every bounce and shimmy of her movement.
she gives claire an appreciative once-over, then tosses her hair behind a shoulder. ] Nice place, I guess.
[Putting up a profile on a dating site of all things is something Claire did entirely on a lark. It's not like she has any shortage of people to play with, both on a professional and personal level, but sometimes a girl just craves something new, someone she hasn't played with before, and her whim has struck the kind of gold she never could have anticipated.
Amaranth, the Amaranth, is on her way over. Claire has seen her on TV now and then, of course, maybe even seen her fly by once or twice, but she never thought she'd be inviting her to stop by, especially for the very particular purpose of fucking the hero senseless... or as senseless as she can manage with someone just this side of invincible. Not the easiest task Claire has set herself up to, by any stretch, but she has every intention of trying her very best.
But first, Amaranth has to arrive, and Claire did tell her she'd be waiting. She's true to her word, having shed every stitch of clothing she'd been wearing inside (which amounted to a bathrobe and underwear, but still), and out on the spacious balcony of her penthouse, she's lounging on a comfortable patio chair, one hand between her legs and two fingers pumping away inside herself.
For what feels like a long while, she sits there alone, moaning softly to herself and listening to the sounds of the city mixed with the wet noises of her fingers scissoring into her pussy. It'd been some time since the last message she and Amaranth had shared together, the one with the most vague hint imaginable as to her location. The idea that she wouldn't find her before Claire comes is square in her mind, and what a pity it'll be if it does happen. Maybe, subconsciously, that's what keeps her fingers moving slowly, drawing the moment out, until...
A swoosh gets her attention, and Claire smiles. Unless that's a particularly large bird that just flew by her place, it seems the night may end well after all. It takes her a few passes to find the right place, it seems, and it gives Claire just enough time to bring herself right to the edge before the hero finally manages to come in for a landing, nonchalant as can be.]
Hello, there. [She doesn't even stop pumping her fingers as Amaranth flips her hair and tries to look above it all. Her picture on the app had made her look young, but in person... well, it's hard to miss that she's still very much a brat barely out of being a kid.] I thought you might have, mm, gotten lost. Sit down, enjoy the... view.
[ she doesn’t even bother trying to hide how she’s staring. why would she? they’re both adults (barely, in her case), they know what she’s doing there. plus, claire makes it easy to look: piercing-gaze, mouth-watering curves, and what seems to be very skillful, nimble figures. ]
Maybe I was just drawing it out.
[ amaranth isn’t about to admit fault, especially to a woman she doesn’t know. she’s going for coy, for aloof, and she’s really bad at it. yeah, she almost missed the place - her supervision only goes so far - until she spotted a tantalizing glimpse of red and pink. she grabs one of the patio chairs and drags it opposite of claire’s perch before flopping down. ]
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[ what's really a pain? having to put in effort like this. amaranth is used to coasting by. bankrbobbers and goons-for-hire are easy to deal with when she can just soak up blows and bullets without needing to worry about getting hurt. she doesn't really know how to fight, just throw a mostly decent punch without straining herself. super strength goes a long way, so does speed, so does flight. she's got people to tell her what to do, where to go, how to approach a situation that calls for any sort of finesse.
but she can't just call up one of her tech people and ask "hey, where's this hot woman on tinder? I've got a booty call to get to, chop chop." it's probably some sort of fucking security risk, like she cares.
but laila does manage to find her (claire will, in fact, notice amaranth flying overhead a few times in each direction). it's a stunning penthouse - she approves - made even more stunning by the freakin' stacked woman reclining on its balcony. laila grins and lands, feeling the tile underfoot cracking with the impact. ]
Hey.
[ her cape (not literal, just superhero slang) is meant to look youthful, hip. blue dress with a white sleeves, hemline a touch hire than should be proper. it's enough to accentuate her curves, every bounce and shimmy of her movement.
she gives claire an appreciative once-over, then tosses her hair behind a shoulder. ] Nice place, I guess.
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Amaranth, the Amaranth, is on her way over. Claire has seen her on TV now and then, of course, maybe even seen her fly by once or twice, but she never thought she'd be inviting her to stop by, especially for the very particular purpose of fucking the hero senseless... or as senseless as she can manage with someone just this side of invincible. Not the easiest task Claire has set herself up to, by any stretch, but she has every intention of trying her very best.
But first, Amaranth has to arrive, and Claire did tell her she'd be waiting. She's true to her word, having shed every stitch of clothing she'd been wearing inside (which amounted to a bathrobe and underwear, but still), and out on the spacious balcony of her penthouse, she's lounging on a comfortable patio chair, one hand between her legs and two fingers pumping away inside herself.
For what feels like a long while, she sits there alone, moaning softly to herself and listening to the sounds of the city mixed with the wet noises of her fingers scissoring into her pussy. It'd been some time since the last message she and Amaranth had shared together, the one with the most vague hint imaginable as to her location. The idea that she wouldn't find her before Claire comes is square in her mind, and what a pity it'll be if it does happen. Maybe, subconsciously, that's what keeps her fingers moving slowly, drawing the moment out, until...
A swoosh gets her attention, and Claire smiles. Unless that's a particularly large bird that just flew by her place, it seems the night may end well after all. It takes her a few passes to find the right place, it seems, and it gives Claire just enough time to bring herself right to the edge before the hero finally manages to come in for a landing, nonchalant as can be.]
Hello, there. [She doesn't even stop pumping her fingers as Amaranth flips her hair and tries to look above it all. Her picture on the app had made her look young, but in person... well, it's hard to miss that she's still very much a brat barely out of being a kid.] I thought you might have, mm, gotten lost. Sit down, enjoy the... view.
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Maybe I was just drawing it out.
[ amaranth isn’t about to admit fault, especially to a woman she doesn’t know. she’s going for coy, for aloof, and she’s really bad at it. yeah, she almost missed the place - her supervision only goes so far - until she spotted a tantalizing glimpse of red and pink. she grabs one of the patio chairs and drags it opposite of claire’s perch before flopping down. ]
You’re hotter in person.
[ even hotter, honestly. ]