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Dancing Queens

Enough time had passed since Felicity and Nika's last date. This time, she was hoping on nothing villainous happening when she dragged Nika out of the office for a night of dancing.

Maybe dancing will provide all of the action that we need tonight and no villains will surprise us.

Yeah. Right.

She shook her head and smoothed down the skirt of her obnoxiously sparkly dress. She couldn't help it, though. The cat in Felicity Thompson liked a little sparkle. She reached up and adjusted an earring.

Tucking her clutch - filled with some requisite weaponry - under her arm, Felicity strode out of her lab and towards Nika's office. She didn't bother knocking on the door, though. What would Nika be doing in there anyway? Working? Napping? Nothing else.

She slunk into the room and posed in the doorway, a smile curving her lacquered lips upwards. "Well, well. Looks like someone needs a break."

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After going out of her normal routine and being attacked twice, Nika had stuck closer to doing what she thought she should. She was working on some paperwork for her newest recruit, getting yet another background check done just to know what she was dealing with, holding a bag of ice on her thigh because her morning's training had been rough, and trying to make her desk less cluttered.

She blinked at the sudden well-dressed woman posing in her doorway. Nika felt significantly underdressed since she was wearing her tanktop and sweat pants from this morning's training.

"I... you look nice." She shoved some pens and papers into a drawer. Not like people needed to see those doodles. "And sparkly."

She was tempted to get a laser pointer and bounce the laser off the sequins.

Go ahead, Nika. Pull out a laser and see what happens.

"Mmm. I'm glad you think so," Felicity grinned as she slinked into the room. "My brain's fried. I spent all morning working on a polymer that...well, never mind. It's boring science-techie stuff. But I'm in the mood for some relaxation and some fun, and after that video game incident a couple of days ago, I'm sure you are too." She slid onto Nika's desk and crossed her legs, smiling down at the other woman. "So, I figured, tonight? Perfect night to blow off some steam and go dancing." She crossed one leg over the other. "I'm not taking no for an answer, gorgeous."

She would have but then Felicity sat on the desk in front of her. The distance the laser had to travel was just too small. Also, the pointer was possibly under the doodles she had just shoved in a drawer.

Nika opened her mouth and then closed it. "You sure you want to go out with me? I seem to be attracting car-flattening, people-frying bad times lately."

That was not a no. More of an are you sure. She glanced down at what she was wearing in comparison to Felicity. "And I'm seriously under dressed."

"Cats don't do anything they don't want to," Felicity purred. She leaned in close to Nika, who would get a whiff of Felicity's lightly applied perfume. It was a floral scent, but with a heady hit of spice. "Besides, I've seen proof that the bad luck following you around isn't my fault. Sure, something might happen tonight, but do you really want that to get in the way of, you know...something happening?" She sat back up again. "I can wait while you change. I'm a patient woman."

Nika looked calmly up at Felicity. This was the first time she had a sexy kitten on her desk. She was kind of glad Lisa wasn't in her office because the door between the two seemed a little flimsy. The Symkarian didn't want to hear sisterly snorting.

She put a hand on her desk by Felicity's legs and pushed to her feet. She leaned in to maybe get another whiff or more likely talk in a low voice. "Something being our bodies close, our cheeks flushed, and every touch making parts wetter, right?"

The cat wasn't the only one who could tease. Nika straightened up. "I'll see what I have here."

There was clothing stashed here. Particularly if Nika came off a mission and had to be somewhere rather quickly.

"Meow," Felicity laughed as she watched Nika move to change. "I hope that doesn't mean getting your armpits wet and sweaty, because that kills the mood right there." There had been women who, in Felicity's experience, liked that 'natural woman scent.' Felicity wasn't one of those women. Deodorant, soap, and perfume were dear, dear friends.

She slid off of the desk and into Nika's chair, her eyes darting to the pack of ice. "Sure you're going to be up for dancing up a storm though?" she asked, picking the pack up. "Did someone have a boo-boo today?"

"I was thinking along the lines of certain lips." Nika chuckled as she stepped into the closet and disappeared from sight. Inside, she stripped her clothes off and tossed them aside. She pondered what she had that was not business official.

There had to be some cocktail dress she could use somewhere in here. "Just some bruises from training hard. It shouldn't hold me back."

She hoped. Nika did throw herself hard into training. She knew her teacher sent reports to her mother. Also, everything she was learning was to make her stronger than she had been before being kidnapped.

"I'd let you kiss it, but that might not get us out dancing," she commented as she found a couple black dresses. She pulled them off the bar and then shoved them back. She needed bruise coverage. She turned to the opposite side of the closet and dug through her small smattering of non-business wear.

"Well, we'd still be dancing. It'd just be more Private Dancer than Girls Just Wanna Have Fun." Felicity said lightly. She pulled open one of the draws and quietly rummaged through it, curious as to what Nika may have been working on before. "I'm taking you to Anthemusa, by the way. Great club. It's been around for a few years. Owned by Venus. You know, the sexy siren who was one of the Agents of Atlas way back when?" She gently closed the drawer and then opened another one. "This way, we'll know it's not a skankpit. Also, it's very girl-on-girl friendly." She pulled out a thin sheaf of papers and flipped through them.

The previous team...tiny tech things (these, Felicity separated from the rest of the papers and slid them into her clutch for further inspection), and...was that her perky bottom?

It was!

Felicity grinned.

"Plus, their cocktails are pretty much to die for."

"Still defeats the purpose of going out on a date." She pulled out her purple laced skinny jeans, black velvet Oxford style ankle booties, and her black canvas bodice with rings, front zipper and attached straps. More her typical style, but Felicity was the sparkly one that night.

Nika pulled her clothes on as quickly as possible. "Well, I've never been there, so this will be an adventure."

"Nor have I," Felicity said, putting the papers back in their drawer. Well, the ones she hadn't helped herself to, at any rate. She had kissed the drawing of her bottom, leaving a nice little lip print there for Nika to find later.

She leaned back in the chair and twirled a lock of light blonde hair. "I never do repeats on dates. There's nothing worse than a place with someone else's romantic history." She had, of course, been to Venus' Pleasure Garden in San Francisco before. That was a hell of a place.

"You're lucky I'm actually courting you." The last time she'd liked a girl, they'd spent a weekend in bed, switching between ordering room service and...well.

"Well, now I know I'm boldly going to a business you haven't gone to before," Nika commented as she came out of the closet. She adjusted her top a bit. She just needed to do a quick something with her hair.

She blinked at Felicity sitting in her chair behind her desk. Something about letting a known thief sit there sent up warning bells, but Nika ignored them.

"How so?" She strode over to her desk to open a bottom drawer to grab a few things to fix her hair.

"You know, I can't decide if the rings and straps there are meant to deflect me or give me a challenge," Felicity said, smiling angelically. "Either way, very sexy." She shrugged, then, and recrossed her legs, one over the other. "Usually, it's wham-bam, thank you ma'am, and then I skip out before any of the relationship drama starts." She shrugged. "Not always, mind you. I have had relationships before. Also, you know, you're infinitely more long term in a number of ways, considering you're my boss. Gotta tread lightly."

"Or they're there to distract you. Seems to be working." She gave Felicity a wink as she grabbed a small bag out of the bottom drawer. She straightened up with a momentary slight frown.

"I've never really had one. A relationship, I mean. I've had a fling or two. But with my ambitions, it seemed hard to find time and someone to have a relationship with. And despite all this flirting, I'm... possibly more cautious than I'm letting on." She paused and shrugged. Now was possibly not the time to get into how scared she would be if she put her heart on the line.

"You're also one of my employees, and I can't afford to lose y-another brilliant tech person."

"Don't worry, I don't plan on going anywhere," she said, stretching languidly. "I understand that. The caution. My first girlfriend...well. I was all kinds of careful. It was also all kinds of dramatic. Because you know, that's how teenage romances go." Things hadn't ended well with her, suffice to say. "Since then, it's depended. If I was out of town on a score, well, I made sure to score in more ways than one, without letting any of it get serious. The closer to home, the more serious things look." There'd been a Madripoori girl that Felicity'd had a lot of fun with early on in her career. At least, until the other woman had crossed her.

"Besides, that's also why I'm trying to take it slow. Don't wanna get all scary-predator on you."

Nika quirked an eyebrow. "I wouldn't know how teenage romances go, but I can imagine."

She headed toward the small bathroom off her office. She couldn't do anything ornate or even stylish. She was never going to be a model like her mother, so pulling her hair back seemed the most feasible option.

"Scary-predator, huh? Light-bending heat-seeking killer who can be fooled by basic mud?"

"Your mother kept you in training that much?" Felicity asked. "I mean, you weren't, like, homeschooled, were you?" Not that there was anything wrong with that, but Felicity was realizing how little she actually knew of Nika's past.

"Hey. I'm not fooled by mud. Wrestle in it with me, sometime, and you'll see."

"I trained less than she did at my age," Nika answered as she emerged from the bathroom freshened up and ready to go. Almost. She needed her JungleTribe black Shark Bite bag. Which was somewhere by Felicity's legs at the moment.

"I went to all-girl private schools in Europe and here in New York. I was focused on studying subjects more than my classmates. I have a family business to inherit. I need to be the best."

She shrugged as she walked back to her desk.

"I'll have a mud pit for the next training session. We'll probably have to clear out if Fin and the new recruit end up in it."

"I don't know. Sometimes it's nice to give the team a little show. Boosts the morale and what not." She was joking, and she hoped that Nika realized that. "I'm a Midtown High girl, through and through," Felicity added. "Public school. Teachers who mostly didn't care, cheerleaders in skirts three inches too short, lame school dances where kids spiked the punch because it was the thing to do..." Felicity had graduated with great grades because some of the teachers she had actually been blessed enough to have.

Teachers who had also been friends with her parents. She'd had no choice but to work hard to get good grades, really.

"Although, come on. All-girls schools? You're telling me you never experimented with your...bosom buddies?"

"Well, Quinn might show up for the training session if we did." She glanced at Felicity's legs before looking for her bag. She leaned over to grab it from it's hiding spot under her desk.

"There were some attractive girls there. Daughters of politicians and big business CEOs. Pretty but personalities of poster board." She wobbled a bit at the angle she had to grab her bag. She tried to steady herself on impulse by grabbing Felicity's thigh.

Felicity's eyes ticked down to Nika's hand before looking back at her face. "Oh honey, that's third date territory," she smirked.

With her bag now in one hand, Nika looked to where the other one was. She looked up at Felicity with a hint of dubiousness.

"Erogenous zone on your outer thigh, so noted." She gave Felicity's leg a light squeeze before straightening up to put her bag on.

"Nice musculature though."

"Thank you," Felicity grinned. "Girl's gotta stay in shape if she's gonna go a-thievin', after all." She stood up then and smoothed down her dress. Truth was, Felicity was proud of her body. Lithe, lean, and toned, she had a body that many women envied her for.

Or lusted after.

Her body was part of why Felicity wasn't prone to over-accessorizing her outfits. Why not show off her greatest asset instead?

"I've already got a Town Car waiting downstairs." Because she prepares for everything, this one.

"Here I thought it would be to go out on missions with me," Nika teased with a slight grin. Or the team in general. She held no illusions about the draw of their mercenary work. Nika'd already been through a team already.

She currently wouldn't admit Felicity's body had caught her attention. Not that she would have done anything about it. Though the blonde had made Nika not dismiss the thought as readily as before.

"Hopefully not one of embassy ones. I flattened one and they're watching me like a hawk." It was completely not her fault someone dropped a taxi on the last one.

"Well, to be fair, Black Cat came before the Wild Pack." She waggled her eyebrows. "Let's see who comes first in the next round."

She walked over to the door of the office and held it open for Nika. "Nooo. Private service. They're reliable, and good at keeping secrets. I use them all for all of my transportation needs."

"Hmm. You do have at least one more date before we have an answer to that challenge." Nika smiled a bit. She guessed that would depend on who got their hands where first.

The Symkarian went out the opened door and waited for Felicity to join her in the hallway. She wondered a little if they looked totally mismatched. Which again made her wonder what the cat burgler saw in her for not the first time. Though she tried to dismiss the HYDRA hardened doubts out.

"So are we a secret that needs to be kept?"

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