strangetrip | Restless (OTA)

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Restless (OTA)

Bo was feeling restless. Or rather, it seemed more than that, but that was the best way to describe it. It wasn't like Sam wasn't fulfilling her needs or that her other partners weren't either. It wasn't that at all, it just seemed as if something inside of her wanted more. Like when you just seemed to always be hungry no matter how much you have already eaten.

She was at the gym, trying to burn off the endless steam she had - Sam, poor thing, was tapped out and resting. Bo had a sword in her hand and was going through some basic moves, trying to get faster and more familiar with the weapon. If she was going to be honest, she knew how to use a lot of weapons, but she wasn't an 'expert' in any of them. She wanted that to change.

She also wanted to stop thinking about tearing off people's clothes as they walked through the door and kissing their bodies all over.

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"Dyson should mind his own business." Pretending to have missed the sexual nuance, Kitty took the sword and weighed it between her hands. She could use either, so she let the sword decide. "If Dyson wants his ass kicked, I'm sure he can figure out where to find me."

Or be too interested in whatever sex-adrenaline high Bo was on and then Regina would take care of it.

Bo let the sword swing one like a baseball batter walking up to the mound and then starts to slowly circle to the left. "I'll let him know." Bo bit back a comment about asking to watch, but she kind of did.

"Are you feeling better lately?" Bo advanced, swinging this time toward Kitty.

"I wasn't aware I wasn't feeling well," Kitty replied bringing her sword up to guard but neither swinging nor moving. She wanted to see how close Bo came in and where she liked to strike from. "Is that some sort of distraction tactic?"

She knew what Bo was probably talking about, but she'd wait to see what came of it.

Bo's fighting style was impulsive with no formal training whatsoever. She was a woman who had to learn by jumping in on the deep end and some natural talent and innate Fey lineage helped. She swung again, favouring her right side.

"Only if you let it distract you."

"Unlikely."

Kitty danced away this time, a single smooth step and caught the sword on her own, on the underhand spin.

"I'm fine, if you mean about Wyatt."

"Good. I feel like, as your bartender, I'd be remiss not to check it." She was mostly joking, but also meant it at the same time.

This time Bo decided to top advancing and see what Kitty would do.

"Then as you bartender, I feel I'd be remiss not to point out that you telegraph badly and you have a nasty habit of leaving yourself open."

It was a habit she'd seen in a lot of X-Men, especially the ones with enhanced strength or invulnerability. Because getting hit wasn't as big of a deal, they tended to sacrifice their defense too fast.

"Weapon up, engage. Keep your eyes on me. Because I will move, and when I move, unless you're already swinging, you won't be ready."

Teaching while she fought was an old habit and she fell into it instantly. Even as she was finished speaking, Kitty had moved on Bo, coming in close and guarding with her sword while she struck with her free hand and then her foot to Bo's thigh.

Bo was able to evade, but only barely - a metaphor for her life, really, and probably only because Kitty had essentially warned her moments before

Bo still had a smile on her face though. "Alright." She was a fast learner that could occasionally take direction, although Trick would probably disagree.

She changed her stance to something a little more akin to hers. This time Bo attempted to feign a swing, but really intended to kick out at Kitty's knee.

"Better," Kitty replie, although Bo's body still showed her intentions before she moved. That took time, practice, and a lot more confidence in the actual skills.

Having turned enough to protect the vulnerable joint, Kitty took the kick when it came, on the meat of her thigh, flipped her sword to her other hand, and used the nearer to go for a hold on Bo's raised leg that she could use to drop her to her back.

And drop she did. Bo hit the mat hard with a 'oomp'. "I mean, if you wanted me on my back, all you had to do was ask." She couldn't seem to help the quip that came out of her.

"Just like that, huh?" Kitty smiled down at Bo, head cocked like she was considering her offer. Instead of joining her on the ground, she took a step back and extended her hand to help Bo up. "Maybe after a couple more rounds. At least I know what I'm doing when it comes to fighting."

She grabbed Kitty's hand and climbed to her feet. "I can fight." It came out a bit defensive, though she didn't actually sound like she took it personally.

Kitty lifted an eyebrow at Bo. Defensive much? "Yeah, but I don't know what I'm doing in bed with a woman, which is what I meant."

"Oh." Well, Bo felt a little embarrassed. "Well, that comes with practice too. Plus, you'd be surprised how easy it is since you already know your way around one before." Well, most women did, anyways.

"I guess that's true, but I wasn't really into women before Lara. I still don't know if I'm into women generally, or I was just into her," she said, as much to herself as Bo.

The words kind of slipped out before Bo could temper them, her eyes turning more liquid brown with a promise of a good time. "Well, if you ever want a test run with no strings attached..."

"Uh." Kitty blushed, not sure what to make of the offer. To keep herself from stumbling over her answer, she backed up and got into position again. It gave her a few seconds to think about what she wanted to say. "I'll keep that in mind. But wouldn't that be weird for you if I ended up not being into it?"

That was a bit of a complicated question because Bo knew that, at least in the moment, Kitty would be into it no matter what. Even if Bo tried to dial back her affect on someone, she couldn't negate entirely when they were making out or having sex. It was only when Bo wasn't turned on at all did she have control over that.

Still, the blush made Bo smile - that always felt like some sort of triumph for some reason. "I think my ego can recover." Bo winked and then gave Kitty something to distract her - she went in for a swing at the legs.

Kitty arched an eyebrow at the wink, phased her legs to let the blade pass through them as she strode forward to bring her own down toward the join of Bo's neck and shoulder, and said, "I'll try not to give it too bad of a bruising."

Now, while they were sparring. About the sex, that would be a question for another day. Maybe.

[ooc: fade!]

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