capeandcowllogs | i was only kidding when i said good riddance

WHO: ELECTRO and MOCKINGBIRD
WHERE: Electro's apartment at the MAC.
WHEN: Following this.
WARNINGS: Banter, makeouts, some sex.
SUMMARY: PARKER IS GONE AND ELECTRO IS SAD. Mockingbird to the rescue.
FORMAT: Para.

The apartment was dark; Electro had no need for the City's regular electricity, usually he powered his place on his own (cheap and easy) but tonight he didn't feel the energy at all. So he sat in the dark, staring at his dead TV, holding an unopened beer bottle in hand. Shit, what was he even supposed to do? Parker was his best friend, his... it didn't even matter what they were or what weren't beyond that. They were best friends, and Electro hadn't ever had any real ones. Why was it that now that things had been kind of going okay for him -- he didn't just have one girlfriend, he had one and a half... maybe. What did Bobbi think of their kiss, he wondered? -- the person he was closest to had to leave.

Maybe for good. Who could know? This place had no rhyme or reason to the pattern of who left forever vs. who left for a week. It wasn't fair.

He bit his lower lip, glaring through the darkness.

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"Oh," he moved his hand, having felt her movements against and around it. "How -- was it?" Electro asked cautiously, moving back a little. He leaned against the cushions.

"Hmm...? It was okay, I suppose." Bobbi raised an eyebrow, apparently not too tired to tease him a little. She reached for his hand, slipping her fingers between his as she leisurely stretched out on the sofa. "What about for you?"

"It was great," he said sincerely, leaning back further and squeezing her hand. "But I could probably get better with more practice."

She laughed, smiling back at him. It really was like this was a dream, because there was no way they'd just done that. Not that she regretted it just yet. She was still in a state of euphoria, thinking about anything too deeply probably wasn't the best idea.

"Well, you know what they say, sport. Practice makes perfect." Bobbi eyed him carefully, adding quietly. "We should do it again sometime. If you want to."

"I'd be okay with that," he said, biting the corner of his lip. He slipped his arm around her shoulders, exhaling heavily in satisfaction. "Maybe we could schedule another... er. Date. For practice."

Bobbi thought it over for all of two seconds before nodding in agreement. Her impulse control when it came to men was really going to be her downfall someday. "Yeah, okay. So long as I don't hear you on the network tomorrow, telling everybody what we done. I like my privacy, you know. I don't want the whole world knowing who I've fucked."

He grinned, leaning back and shaking his head. "Please. Who do you think I am? I'm not gonna like, kiss and tell."

Except for Parker, of course, but he was an exception. Electro didn't want this getting back to the Pro before he could figure out how he was going to handle it. Because if he let it handle itself, he got the feeling it would amount to a fuck-up that he wouldn't be able to fix.

"Who do I think you are?" She rolled her eyes at him, smirking still. "I think you're a bad decision. And I don't know if I can trust you at all. But, here I am. Naked. On your sofa." Bobbi sat up, pulling her knees beneath her as she crawled back over to him. She wasn't exactly the type that wanted to cuddle after the act, but she did like being close to him. It was reassuring, in a way.

"You can trust that--" He paused for a moment, brows furrowing, "I ain't going to tell no one. They wouldn't believe me, anyway. Or they'd think something else and come try and beat the crap out of me."

He shrugged his shoulders, looking coy.

Bobbi rolled her eyes at him, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "It isn't anybody elses business anyway. What we do, it's just between you and me."

The longer they could keep this quiet, the better it would be. After Luke's explosion over Misty and Parker, Bobbi wasn't looking forward to having to explain what she was doing in Max Dillon's apartment. She cleared her throat, looking at him a bit smugly, "So... what now?"

He sat up, doing his pants back up again, and exhaled heavily. "I don't know," he said, with a short laugh. "I'll be honest, I'm surprised you didn't leave. I didn't figure you'd want to spend this much time with me."

She reached for her own clothes, shimmying back into her panties. "I am full of surprises, Max. Think of this as your warning." She paused, trying to refasten her bra. "I did a good job of distracting you anyway."

"Yeah... you did," Electro had to admit, rubbing the back of his neck. "I wasn't even thinking about Parker. I mean, not about him being gone."

He licked his upper lip, and leaned close to her, kissing her briefly on the mouth.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." Bobbi grinned, looping her arms around his neck, laughing as she added, "I mean, thank you. I had a good time, honey. I mean it."

She finished getting dressed, unsure of what to do, if she should go or stay or what. It'd been a long time since she'd done anything like this, having been married or off-world for the better part of the last decade. Part of her thought she should take off and go see Misty, but the other part kinda wanted to stay. How much more awkward could this be, really?

"When can I see you again?"

"I did too," he muttered, kissing her again when she moved close. He let her pull away, watching her coyly as she got redressed. He shifted his eyes to the floor, then back to her.

"Whenever you want. Uh -- I mean, I think I got to talk to someone--" (The Pro.) "--my... daughter, see how she's doing before I make any official plans, but. Maybe we can... later this week, maybe?"

She raised a eyebrow teasingly, "Your daughter, huh?" But she didn't comment any further than that, draping an arm around him again and resting her head on his shoulder. "Later this week, then. I'll come by, we can hang out, get some dinner if you like. Lord knows I've got nothing going on."

"Yeah," he said, stroking his hand over her hair. He seemed to relax when she was closer to him -- it was nice having her here.

"I can bring in some better food. Not Chinese, maybe like... steaks or somethin'. Whatever you want."

She smiled and nodded, leaning in to brush her lips against his softly, pulling back with a girlish grin. She had a lot of sorting out to do in her own head, but there was no reason it couldn't work for a little while, so long as the both of them were careful and not incredibly stupid about it. Of course, that was a big if to bet on.

"I should go. I promised Misty I'd bring liquor." Bobbi exhaled, licking her lips. "I'll come by in a couple days. Or, you know, you can call me. Or something. I dunno. I guess it doesn't matter. I'll find you."

She kissed him again, giving him a giddy grin.

"Okay," he said softly against her mouth, corners of his mouth turned up in a slight grin. "It won't be hard to find me, probably, you know where I live and -- well, just follow the power surges."

He moved away from her a step, letting her go before he got tempted to kiss her harder.

Zipping up her coat, she headed for his door, not letting go of his hand quite yet even as she lingered at his doorway. "Okay, so. Later this week. I'll bring booze, and more condoms."

With one last kiss to his mouth-- a relatively chaste one compared to all of the other kisses they'd shared all evening-- she opened the door and stepped back into the hall of the MAC. "Bye."

i was only kidding when i said good riddance

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