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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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"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?"

"I'm patient. Knowing when to pounce is half the fun," she said as she stepped out into the hallway. She gently nudged Nika with her shoulder. "You should smile more often, by the way. Lights up the whole place," she winked.

"You tell me. I mean, you're the boss woman. Me, I'm fine with people knowing that we're seeing each other in a not-entirely-professional way. But if that makes you nervous, then I can keep the you-and-I stuff out of the work place." She was nothing if not a mostly consummate professional.

Nika chuckled softly. "You mean smile and mean it? I've got the polite business smile down pat. Most of the time, I don't mean it."

She waited for Felicity to lead the way to the car before she would fall into step beside her. "I don't kn-ugh. I'm not sure. Mother can't really say a thing because she married her field team leader, but I'm not sure what the right steps are. Outside of having Lisa handle your reviews and non-field issues. Because I'd be biased." Nika's elder sister had had an odd knowing sort of look on her face when Nika told her about. It gave the Symkarian the heebie jeebies how calm and rational Lisa had been about it. Encouraging even.

"Well, that's work. You should see me when I'm at some corporate launch party, dressed to the nines, but there only because I want to sneak up into headquarters and steal information. I'm as charming as a millionaire playgirl - pretty, ditzy, flirty. All an act."

Once outside, Nika would notice a black Town Car waiting for them, the driver standing by the rear door. An insignia on the door proclaimed the car to be one of Happy's Hackneys. Owned by a Happy Hogan, it was one of the city's finest private town car services.

Felicity slid inside gracefully. "Well, Lisa handling all of that does make sense." She frowned lightly. "Look, if us being a thing is going to be a professional issue, though, there are two ways we can play this. I could leave the Wild Pack," which would leave Nika without a tech person again, "or we could...not pursue this any further." There was no sarcasm in Felicity's voice, no taunting. She was being straightforward and honest. "All of that is up to you, Nika. I'm fine playing it however you want to."

Nika shook her head in amusement. "And I had to convince Gina she could join the Wild Pack when I already have you on the team. What's one more working on the darker side of gray?"

She got in after Felicity and settled down. Only to have her smile disappear into a soft frown. "Just like... no. It's not a problem. I'll deal with any problems when they arise. Right now, we're going out. And I like that."

"Who's Gina?" Felicity asked, quirking up an eyebrow. This was certainly a new name. Lisa, she knew. Quinn, she knew. Gina, she did not know. "Not competition, I hope."

"A possible new recruit. She helped me out when the embassy car got crushed and I was attacked by the criminal distraction team." Well, technically, Nika attacked him. She had been pretty annoyed at the destruction of the car.

Nika glanced over with a slight smirk. "She won't be a threat to your tech whiz job."

"Cute. We both know that's not what I meant," Felicity grinned. "But it's okay. No matter what, I'm sure she's not quite as spectacular as I am."

"She has some spectacular qualities." And some very deficient ones, too. Nika hoped this woman could follow simple orders without getting distracted.

"However, none of the qualities excite anything romantic or lustful in me. She is very not my type. I have a feeling I'm too small, squishy, and female to be anything of interest outside of her boss for her." She reached over and settled her hand on top of one of Felicity's.

"Well, we need all of the people we can get on our team." There was no telling when one of them would skip out, get thrown in some super-powered prison facility, or anything else.

Life was full of surprises. Felicity had learned that the hard, unpleasant way.

She let Nika take her hand and smiled at her date. "Hey, I believe that boss. But still. Let's hope she's a team player."

"The siren song of doing what we do for free is apparently stronger than anticipated. Can't some of these heroes need student loans or something to pay off?" Her mother did not seem to have problems recruiting heroes. Then again, Spider-Man had usually been broke when he first ran into Nika's mother.

"That... might make a few training sessions. I get the feeling she usually did things solo. Though I'm afraid to pair her up for outside security at the high society wedding we're providing security for." Nika had picked up that Gina had a thing for big, green men. She sighed.

"But enough about business. You're supposed to be rescuing me from that sort of thing."

"You know how it is," Felicity said. "Office romances lead to whispering sweet somethings about work," she winked. Felicity herself was fairly certain that if her dad had been also been a costume, all he and Felicia would have talked about would have been work.

Might have been a step up from them humping like rabbits all over the place, though.

She leaned back in the seat and grinned. "Okay, no business. What's on your mind, boss?"

"Longing stares under flickering florescent lights at the gun range. Though that might be more our office than a cubicle farm." Nika had paid no attention to stories about her parents getting together. Though she had a feeling she would hear about it as an example once her mother heard about this relationship with Felicity.

Nika drummed her free hand on her thigh. "Hmm. Since we're going on a date, stop calling me 'boss.'"

"Aww, really? I thought it was kind of sexy kinky. But okay, done." She grinned at Nika. "So, when's the last time you went out dancing? I mean, you know, when you weren't on a case?" Because Felicity really hoped that Nika wasn't going to bust out with the Macarena, the dance from the Ketchup song, or something else that was hideously antiquated.

Although, okay, it would be cute if she did.

"I want to be on a date with an equal. You can call me that at work or in the bedroom." The last part was said with a sly grin. It was only the second date; she had one more date before figuring out the dynamics of the two in a lot more intimate setting.

"Mm. A year or two ago. With my niece or nephew or maybe both. It's been awhile." Nika did not know how to Macarena or the Ketchup song dance. Though she could do a mean Cha Cha Slide.

"In the bedroom? Is that a promise?" She did that short little wiggle with her eyebrows again. "If you only knew the kinds of kinky mental images that brings up, lady. Especially with you in that top. Mrawr."

She nodded as the car pulled up to the club. "Good, then this will be fun for you. I hear of girls who do this on a regular basis and get kind of bored with it." She slid out of the car and held her hand out to Nika. "We're on the list, so there should be no issue getting in." Not that there would have been regardless, the way these two looked, but as adventurous as Felicity was, for some things she liked a little planning and protection.

"Hmm. Yes. It is a promise." She grinned at the eyebrow wiggling and mention of kinky mental images. There was a mutual physical attraction to each other. Despite the concerns she stifled, Nika would have to admit that. Taking charge just a little would make her more comfortable in all regards.

"I wouldn't have time to do this regularly. Or the inclination without the right company." She took the offered hand and got out of the car. She may have climbed out and straightened to a stand a little closer to Felicity than was possibly needed. The distance may have been wanted, however.

"Hmm."

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