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It wasn’t often that you were able to cut loose with someone this fast and this skilled. And you could tell from the look on her face that she was enjoying herself too. She’s been far too cooped up in those underground tunnels, for far too long.
And unfortunately for her, that meant that you were far better at utilizing your terrain.
Callisto seemed capable of countering most avenues of attack you directed at her, but there was one thing she had absolutely no control over. And that was the fact that there were certain parts of the lawn that were far more slippery than others. You didn’t know if it was because Nature Girl had been watering it, or if her and Ember’s tampering had altered it in some unforeseen way, but you didn’t particularly care at this very moment.
The point was, your feet could grip anything. You couldn’t say the same for Callisto’s boots.
The moment her foot slipped, you pounced on the opportunity. Quite literally.
Your outstretched hand made solid contact with her flank as she struggled to regain her footing in time to avoid it.
You were about to let out a victory cry, when Callisto grabbed the offending arm and flipped you onto your back. Unluckily for her, your bodies were so tangled at that point that there was no way for her to avoid going down right alongside you.
The two of you then proceeded to tumble down a hill, neither of you relinquishing your grasp on the other as you did. When you finally stopped rolling, Callisto was flat on her back, with your body hovering over hers.
At first, it started as a collection of coughs and pained grunts, but it quickly developed into a fit of bubbly laughter so contagious that not even the Odinforce could stop it.
You both laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. It was impossible not to. Here you were, a thief/mercenary and sewer-dwelling mutant rolling in the grass and playing in the park like a couple of kids.
Callisto stared up at you, and you stared down at her. For all her scars and brusque mannerisms, you couldn’t help but feel that the woman had surprisingly delicate facial features when it wasn’t locked in a constant scowl.
It didn’t take long for the laughter to die down once the two of you were made to the compromising positions you were in.
The sound and heat of your breath filled your mask, reminding you what you’d had for breakfast that morning. And Callisto’s was…surprisingly minty.
The second thing you became aware of was the feeling of your hearts pounding in your chests. You could actually feel her pulse when her chest rose to meet yours.
Almost as one, your breathing slowed, and your eyes met. Callisto’s eye was searching your face.
No…it was searching your mask. Callisto had no idea what you looked like, but you couldn’t help but think that you wouldn’t mind her knowing your secret.
Actually, why were you still on top of her?
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