Spitfire
Title: Spitfire
Universe: That Damn MPreg
Rating: G
Summary: Dexter's got a girlfriend
Dexter Stein held the can of soda out in front of the girl called Spitfire. He held it carefully, not wanting to crush it in the grip of his Iron Hide suit. She pushed the curtain of brown hair out of the way a moment, affording him a glimpse of ivory skin, a long nose, and almond shaped brown eyes before she let the long hair drop back into place. She took the can and popped the tab, taking a long pull before letting out a truly impressive belch (made so in part by the little gout of flame that accompanied it) and mutter a "Thanks."
-That was really something in the park,- Dexter said, sitting down on the couch beside her, careful not to just fall into the seat lest he break it. Sometimes, he wondered if Becca and Bobby had to be this careful all the time, with their super-strength.
"Hn." Spitfire took another pull from the can. She looked at the clock on the wall and sighed, ignoring the shouting coming from the knot made up by their respective teammates over the air hockey game. "How long before the adults ship up back to Westchester, ya think?" she asked, her voice filled with a soft English accent. Dexter thought he could listen to that voice all day and never get tired of it. "'m s'posed to be at the airport by now. Da's gonna have kittens."
-I'm sure you won't be in trouble,- Dexter assured her. -It's hardly your fault you and your friends got caught in the middle. I'm sure he'll understand.-
"Only too well." Dexter caught a flash of a grin behind the curtain of hair. "My Da's a worrier. Wouldn't've let me come here if he'd had much choice."
-Pyrokinesis is a power that does require some training to master,- Dexter agreed. -But you use it very well.-
Spitfire chuckled. "You'd probably be better at flirting if you'd take off the tin can."
Beneath his armor, Dexter flushed. His eyes traveled over the heads- up display, stopping over the powers listed for Starsmore, Angel. -It's a violation of privacy to read someone else's mind without permission.-
"I don't have to read your mind to know you're flirting, Iron Hide." She gave him another quick grin behind the curtain of hair as Julian Keller ambled into the room.
"Alright, kiddies. Let's go," he said, breaking up the air hockey game that had captured everyone else's attention.
Spitfire pulled out a marker and scribbled something on Dexter's armor beofre slipping off the couch to join her teammates. "Mail me."
Universe: That Damn MPreg
Rating: G
Summary: Dexter's got a girlfriend
Dexter Stein held the can of soda out in front of the girl called Spitfire. He held it carefully, not wanting to crush it in the grip of his Iron Hide suit. She pushed the curtain of brown hair out of the way a moment, affording him a glimpse of ivory skin, a long nose, and almond shaped brown eyes before she let the long hair drop back into place. She took the can and popped the tab, taking a long pull before letting out a truly impressive belch (made so in part by the little gout of flame that accompanied it) and mutter a "Thanks."
-That was really something in the park,- Dexter said, sitting down on the couch beside her, careful not to just fall into the seat lest he break it. Sometimes, he wondered if Becca and Bobby had to be this careful all the time, with their super-strength.
"Hn." Spitfire took another pull from the can. She looked at the clock on the wall and sighed, ignoring the shouting coming from the knot made up by their respective teammates over the air hockey game. "How long before the adults ship up back to Westchester, ya think?" she asked, her voice filled with a soft English accent. Dexter thought he could listen to that voice all day and never get tired of it. "'m s'posed to be at the airport by now. Da's gonna have kittens."
-I'm sure you won't be in trouble,- Dexter assured her. -It's hardly your fault you and your friends got caught in the middle. I'm sure he'll understand.-
"Only too well." Dexter caught a flash of a grin behind the curtain of hair. "My Da's a worrier. Wouldn't've let me come here if he'd had much choice."
-Pyrokinesis is a power that does require some training to master,- Dexter agreed. -But you use it very well.-
Spitfire chuckled. "You'd probably be better at flirting if you'd take off the tin can."
Beneath his armor, Dexter flushed. His eyes traveled over the heads- up display, stopping over the powers listed for Starsmore, Angel. -It's a violation of privacy to read someone else's mind without permission.-
"I don't have to read your mind to know you're flirting, Iron Hide." She gave him another quick grin behind the curtain of hair as Julian Keller ambled into the room.
"Alright, kiddies. Let's go," he said, breaking up the air hockey game that had captured everyone else's attention.
Spitfire pulled out a marker and scribbled something on Dexter's armor beofre slipping off the couch to join her teammates. "Mail me."