What if Turnabout WAS Fair Play?

Chapter 4 – The Long Ride Home

Slick slid out of the water and followed her up the dock. The two women walked quickly up the dock to the bikes, where they rapidly dried themselves with Slick's powers. After donning her leathers again Kate walked back to the tub and set Damion’s shirt down by the edge.

"We shall await your return to the road," she said, wrapping the formality of her usual persona around her like a security blanket. It slipped just a bit when she added, "Just don't take too long. The original criterion still holds. You can come along only if you can keep up!"

As the ladies seemed prepared to continue the trip, Alec spun himself dry and dissipated the hot tub. He created the Harley w/sidecar again and attached the boogie board. "Gentleman, select your positions. I will take whatever is left over, unless of course you feel like trying to hitch a ride with Garth or the women.”

Kate slipped her pager back in place and craned around to see if the men were going to accompany them or head back to the city. "I apologize for my actions back there,” she said softly to Slick. “I hope I didn’t offend or embarrass anybody but myself.”

Slick turned to her and touched her lightly on the arm, looking down at her. “I don’t think what you did was wrong, whatever the reason, and it most definitely didn’t offend me. Although I do wish Simon had been here so I could see the look on his face!” she added, laughing.

Kate smiled in gratitude at her new friend. “Hey, Slick,” she said, her smile turning wicked. “Think they need help drying their underwear?"

Slick grinned broadly at Kate’s suggestion of helping the boys dry off their underwear, remembering the other woman had experience with Slick’s particular method for drying out clothes. “Well, if they just put their pants back on, their crotches will be cold and wet. And if we wait for their underwear to dry naturally, it’ll take forever. Of course, Dam isn’t wearing underwear, so I guess he’s saved himself a bit of a chilling.”

Slick looked down to the dock, eyes half-lidded in concentration. She made a moue of disappointment when she realized Alec had already removed all the water from his underwear, but that still left her Rex and Garth to torment. Her fingers moved slightly on her helmet and two very loud yelps came from two startled men as she froze the water soaking their underwear. She paused fractionally longer than necessary before dispelling the ice, leaving the fabric cold, but completely dry.

Twirling her hair up onto her head, she shoved her helmet on, one hand resting lightly on the visor and speakbefobefore flipping it down. “They can get dressed and get moving now. I say we make them play catch-up.” Slick punctuated her last word by turning over the engine on Morwen, her voice drowned out by the loud growl.

Damion shook the remaining water off before squeezing backo hio his hero costume. His casual clothes returned to their mini storage capsule. Placing his VISOR over his temple the Sonic Avenger noticed a blinking message waiting for him. Well damn.
In the distance coming in over the lake the blinking lights of a helicopter could be seen making its way to the beach. By the time they had finished dressing the chopper, which was of an unknown type, settled in and began what looked to be a touch down on the edge of the small wooden pier. Considering the size of the chopper, that didn't look anywhere like a good idea.

Moments before touchdown though the aircraft warped and changed shape and shrunk to the form of a man. As he walked up the pier the metallic silver skin of the individual reformed itself and took on a fleshier tone with California blond hair and blue eyes. Wearing a suit similar but less revealing than Sonic’s, FLEX stepped into the light.

Sonic jogged up to the pier to meet and embrace his old friend. "What’s up, FLEX?" he asked.

"They found CT!" answered the shapeshifter.

Sonic looked visibly shocked at the news. "CT? Wha… wha… where? I mean we all thought he was... I mean after the battle in L.A...."

"Yeah I know. He was found in a Ritki stasis generator right here in Paragon. I'll tell you all about it on the flight over. We need to get going."

Sonic hesitated, glancing up at the road where two feminine figures were silhouetted against the night sky. He shook his head at his own thoughts, and turned back to his friend. “Let’s go,” he said shortly.

FLEX followed Sonic’s look and saw familiar curves that had graced most magazine covers at one time or another. “Is that Slick?” he asked, awe in his voice. Sonic nodded. FLEX whistled softly. “Some guys get all the luck.” He watched Sonic glance back up there again. A thought dawned on the younger hero.

“Hey, you got something going on up there?” FLEX asked, wide-eyed. He looked at Sonic. “Oh my god, you do! Jesus, Damion. I mean, that’s Slick
“No way, man," the younger hero said. "No way am I gonna be the one responsible for pulling you away from that. I mean, CT would be the first to say that a man’s gotta have his priorities! You go on up there,” he said, giving Sonic a push in the right direction. “Just promise you’ll share the juicy bits with us later!” he called after him.

Kate watched as Alec and Rex got on the Harley and boogie board, dispelling the sidecar construct. The Harley morphed into the bike from Akira, and she swung her leg over her own bike and hit the start.

“Hey, wait up!” a voice cried from down the bank. Sonic jogged up and walked over to Slick and Kate. He glanced back and waved at FLEX, who was taking off and heading south.

“I’m sorry,” he said to Kate. Kate didn’t think he sounded very sorry. She glanced at Slick, but the younger woman was studiously examining a nail.

“Apology accepted,” she said. Bad judgments made in the heat of the moment and heady taste of freedom aside, she trusted Sonic implicitly. He was her teammate. They trusted each other with their lives.

“Hop on,” she invited, extending the proverbial olive bra

Sonic slung his leg over the seat behind her. The smaller size of her custom-built bike meant that his legs were snug up behind her own. He scooted forward, settling himself on the saddle, and grasped her hips for balance.

Kate revved the engine and pulled out behind Slick and Alec. She could feel herself rocking back against him as she changed gears. “Sorry,” she said, knowing his acute hearing would pick up her voice, even through the helmet and wind. “I’m not used to passengers.” He squeezed her hips in response.

They followed the others down the road, looping back toward Paragon. Kate gradually became keenly aware of their positions. She’d chosen the bike this evening because she’d wanted to feel its power between her legs. Well, now she was feeling its power, as well as that of the hard male body plastered against her back and thighs. With every shift in her weight her sex seemed to press against the seat, where she could feel throbbing growl of the engine. Sonic’sy agy against her back pushed her more firmly into the seat. Her loins grew warm and heavy as the massaging vibrations continued. She could almost feel wetnesepineping from her sex, growing warm and slick with arousal.

Sonic’s hand on her hip tightened, and one hand slid around over her lower belly to pull himself closer. She could feel something pressing against her buttock. Massaging vibrations, huh?

“I thought you said you were sorry,” she said suspiciously, knowing that he could hear her just fine. “Stop that.”

“I was sorry,” he projected into her helmet. “Sorry that Rex opened his mou mouth. A few minutes more and you wouldn’t have cared.” The vibrations coming through the seat lessened.

“Of course I would have cared,” she said, her face heating at the memory. “We were in a hot tub with four other people! Who wouldn’t care? Didn’t you care?”

“Nope,” he answered. A surge of lust hit her at the thought that he might have actually entered her, stroking in and out while the others watched. He could hear her heartbeat speed up. “Does that turn you on?” he asked, his voice more intense. He held his breath as she hesitated.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Oh, man,” he groaned, and the vibrations started up once more. She squirmed against the seat and he groaned again at the feel of it.

“Stop that,” she said. “I can’t concentrate when you do that.” He reluctantly let the vibrations fade but kept himself plastered against her backside. He’d just have to rely on normal male technique to get what he wanted. He kept his hand on her beland and the other rubbing gently over her hip. He wondered what she was going to do. There was no predicting women, but he had the sinking suspicion he was going to be nursing some blue balls tonight. The thought made his erection fade just a bit.

He waved a hand at Slick, Alec, Rex, and Garth as they peeled off toward Super Acres. Jesus, if some terrorist ever blew that place up, the superhero teams in Paragon were going to find their nrs hrs halved.

“My place is the next exit,” he told her as they continued down the freeway. Something in him clenched as she drove right past the exit without slowing.

“Did you hear me?” he asked cautiously, not wanting to get his hopes up. His erection got rock hard when she nodded.

Sonic ran his hand slowly up her belly to her rib cage, stroking along the side of her breast. His left arm snaked around her torso and held her close, his hand resting just beneath her breast so that his thumb could stroke her through the leather there. Her heart pounded in her chest and Kate could feel her nipples draw tight.

She wanted to feel his strong hands cupping and massaging her breasts, then lifting them to his mouth. She imagined the feel of his mouth on her breasts, licking and sucking and biting at her nipples. She groaned in response to the image of his dark head bent over her pale body. She felt another surge of wetness between her thighs, and knew she had to be dripping wet.

His other hand gripped her hip, holding her steady as the vibrations started again. He seemed to hesitate, but she did not protest. They were close to home. She just had to keep it together for a few more blocks. That was getting increasingly difficult, though, as every turn squeezed her against the vibrating seat. She felt his hips thrust gently against her and groaned. It had been so long.

She rubbed herself against the seat, trying to get more contact against her sensitive sex. His hand on her hip urged her on, squeezing her flesh as she pumped her hips. She could feel his erection rub against her buttock with each of her movements. It was torture, feeling him so close. She ached deep inside, and wished there could be something, anything, inside her right now.

With relief she saw the gates to the estate opening before her. She pulled through without stopping and had never driven so fast down the driv.
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She pulled into the garage, stabbing the remote for the door on the bike’s console even as she ripped at the straps of her helmet. Her warm hair spilled down over Sonic’s chest and she let the helmet drop with a clatter. Moaning with need, she grabbed his teasing hand and pulled it up over her breast, covering it firmly with her own as she squeezed. Her other hand found his on her hip, and slid it down between her widespread legs.

“Please,” she gasped, and her head felck ack against his shoulder as he obliged. His lips pulled into a smile below the edge of his VISOR. He cupped her breast in his hand, rubbing his thumb over her nipple a moment before pulling at it through the leather. He stopped long enough to unsnap the top straps of her jacket, unzipping it to just below her breasts, then slid his hand inside. His skin was slightly calloused and deliciously warm as he cupped her again, this time without the annoying barrier. He caught her nipple between his clever fingers. She knew he could see the swell of her breast between the lapels of her open jacket.

She rubbed his other hand between her legs, her fingers holding him tightly against her. He took over her efforts, gently tracing the mound of her sex beneath the leathers, running his fingers deeper between her legs to press the leather firmly against her entrance. She shuddered and pumped against his hand, trying to increase the pressure that she needed so desperately.

“Please,” she begged, her whole body trembling with need.

“Hang on to me,” he said in a hoarse voice, and waves of vibrations were pressed against her most sensitive area. She shoved herself harder into his hand, rubbing herself against him, rocking back against his hips before pushing forward again. Scant seconds later she cried out, clutching his wrist as her hips jerked helplessly beneath his firm hand and her whole body spasmed with pleasure.

Sonic groaned as he felt her come apart, her body straining and shuddering in his arms. Her movements rubbed her soft buttocks against his painful erection, and for one ungodly moment he thought he was going to follow her into orgasm. She plucked at his wrist, trying to pull his hand away from her now too-sensitive flesh, but although he stopped the vibrations he didn’t stop gently massaging. He was pretty sure there was more where that came from.

“Oh, God,” she murmured, “that rat rather selfish of me.”

“That,” Sonic groaned in her ear, “was incredibly hot.” He lifted her up off the motorcycle and helped her turn around until she was facing him. He lifted her legs to drape over his own, then grasped her hips and slid her forward until he was nestled in the cradle of her thighs.

Kate gasped as she felt his hand unzip her jacket completely and give her breast a quick caress before sliding around her back and pulling her against him.

Bending down he took the kiss he’d been denied at the incident in the tunnel. She clutched the back of his head, his VISOR cool beneath her hands. His lips were full and firm against hers as he demanded entrance to her mouth. Her head fell back and her lips parted beneath his, a sound breaking deep in her throat at the feel of his hunger. His lips and tongue teased and nipped at her until she was just as hungry, demanding more with the deliberate movements of her body against his, brushing her bare breasts against his uniformed chest.

He pulled back slightly, but did not loosen his hold on her. “We need to find a bed. Soon. Unless you want me to take you here, which would be fine by me.”

Kate felt her cheeks heat at his words, and for a moment thought the cement floor of the garage looked rather inviting. “My bedroom,” she said.

Sonic grinned at the look on her face, then fisted his hand in her hair and drew her face up for another k Sl Sliding his hands down to cup her sweet ass, he lifted her and swung his leg over the bike. “Keep your legs around me,” he murmured against her lips. “I like that.” He headed for the only door.

She let go of him long enough to reach behind her and open the door, and he nudged them inside, closing it behind them by leaning on it.

They passed the kitchen and down the long hallway. She pointed toward the sweeping staircase leading up from the grand entryway. He eyed it a moment, then turned and entered the formal living room. “I need some incentive,” he told her as he laid her down across the back of the settee.

He ran his hands briefly along her legs, making sure they stayed around his waist, then reached out and spread her jacket open.

“Sonic,” she protested, grabbing the lapels and trying to close them over her breasts. “I have security cameras in the house.”

“That’s nice,” he said absently, plucking the lapels from her hands sprespreading the jacket open again. She could see the gleam of his eyes behind the VISOR. He slipped a hand behind her back and arched her breasts toward him, bending down to lave them with his tongue.

Kate groaned at the feel of his hot mouth opening over her breast, his tongue lapping at her nipple. He licked and nibbled his way all around her breast, then drew her into his mouth and sucked. His softly stroked her other breast, growing more firm when she pushed herself against his hand. Then he switched his attentions, biting and nipping at her other breast while plucking at her wet nipple and stroking and kneading the flesh with his hand.

He raised himself and gave a look of satisfaction at the sight of her moving restlessly below him, making no attempt to cover herself again. He pulled her up and pushed the white leather off her shoulders, leaving it on the couch. He caressed her breasts one more time, making sure her nipples were at full attention before picking her up again.

He hitched her up and tried to kiss her breasts as he carried her, but she was too little, and he had to bend awkwardly. He settled for rubbing her against his chest and catching her mouth in a deep kiss as he carried her up the stairs. The skin of her back was smooth and silky beneath his hands. She pointed off to the right, and they were going down another hallway, this one not so long, and with only one door at the en
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As he pushed the door open with his back she struggled briefly in his arms, but he held her easily.

“Simon,” she said, breaking away from his kiss and turning her head.

He looked around, and sure enough, they were standing in what was obviously a man’s bedroom. Actually, it appeared to be a small suite. They were in a sitting room of sorts, but he could see a neatly made bed through an open doorway. There was a bank of monitors and a computer system against the wall of the sitting room, all of which were dark at the moment.

“I thought you said this was your room,” he said, somewhat confused.

“Through there,” she said, nodding her head toward a door. Hell, it wasn’t a door so much as a hatch, and it looked to be made of metal beneath the discrete wooden paneling. A series of very thick, very solid rods made it look like a bank vault.

“What the fuck?” he said, and knew immediately that it was the wrong thing to say. She stiffened in his arms and unlocked her legs from around his waist. He tightened his grip on her ass to keep her from sliding to the floor.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. “This is a mistake.” She pushed against his chest. “Let me go, please.”

“Hey. Hey,” he said, resisting her pushes. “It caught me off guard is all. So you sleepwalk or something. Big deal. I sleep with a teddy bear.”

“I’m serious, Sonic,” she said, her face regaining some of its usual aloof quality. Like hell. He was interested in Kate, not Miss Prissypants. “It’s dangerous,” she continued. “I shouldn’t have even brought you in here.”

“Well, you did,” he said. “Changing your mind is one thing. That’s a legitimate female prerogative. Getting cold feet is something else entirely.” He bent down and swept his arm behind her knees, picking her up.

“I changed my mind,” she said, and he gave her a look. “Okay, I didn’t,” she admitted.

“Didn’t think so,” he agreed, and carried her through the monstrous door. The heavy door shut behind them with a soft thud and a whoosh of air. His keen hearing picked up the sound of the rods sliding into the wall. He figured if it didn’t bother her, it didn’t bother him.

Now this was more like it. This room was definitely a woman’s. Sonic got the impression of pale neutral colors and rich fabrics. The carpet was thick enough to hide a damned rabbit. And who knew Miss Prissypants would have a four-poster king-sized bed?

She was still a bit stiff in his arms, but she wasn’t covering herself either. That was alright. He was a patient man.

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