Defeat and Recuperation [Open][NR]

Matt grinned feeling that he'd made a tremble run down her spine. He could feel her arms wrap around him, and he pushed closer to her. His hands move beneath the bottom of her jacket to touch bare skin.

"...I was thinking that if i'm gonna go at that old fart again, i'll need something to slow him down," he said. "He has some cheat code ability to pump himself up like he was using steroids, makes him stronger and faster. I was thinking about coming up with something that slows him down. If I can stay ahead of him then he won't be able to hit me..."

He was "poking" her again, his hardness resting against that V that had been before his face in the bare. It was a safe bet at this point that all of his previous injuries were for the most part healed, and now he was back to normal. Nanoids would continue to work and fix all of the underlying damage, but he looked as if he hadn't been in a fight at all. "I was thinking about maybe making a couple of weapons too...Maybe a bo staff. Xan shot some sort of weird energy at me from his hands. Had to be life energy because nothing else works..."

Matt pulled back somewhat so he could look into her eyes, and so that he could also move his hands around to run across her stomach again before gripping her sides and hips. He leaned in and put kisses onto her lips.

She kept herself pressed up against him, feeling him 'poking' her as she did so. She returned his kisses as she slowly rose her arms up so that they were wrapped loosely around his neck instead of his back where they had been. After a long moment she broke the kisses, smiling.

A soft chuckle escaped Cala. "... Demitria has something like that - but I think she only uses it in emergencies. If it works the same then the longer the fight draws out the stronger and faster he'll become until he reaches his max. So something that would slow him down forcibly would be handy... as would something that sapped his strength."

She then thought about what he had hit him with; she had seen that move before that she had seen on the TV during that News broadcast, from other people as well... back when they hung around and fought all those strange people - not that she wasn't strange, but that was besides the point. "A Bo staff? Sounds handy." She took note of how well he seemed healed, even more so now that he could stand without looking like he was going to pass out, her smile grew more and she brought her lips back to his.

After another moment she muttered, "I should probably stop distracting you then so you can get to work...", but she didn't move away from him.

The sound of metal banging around had been coming from her suite for the past two hours. She had been having the same dream, over and over again, about flying around on a giant iron fan.. a fan that as it opened further and further it became more powerful. She had no idea how to go about it, though... but an idea had popped into her head: she knew that Cala's boyfriend was extremely smart, and had even engineered an entire suite - something the cobweb had informed her of when she went poking and prodding around.

So, maybe he'd be willing to help her? It was worth a shot.

She folded up the beginnings of the giant iron fan, and rolled up the blueprints, before carrying the whole large mass out of her suite and down the hallway. She counted the doors after Cala's across the hall and stopped outside of the Vigilante's room. She shifted the weight to one arm and then knocked with her free hand before waiting for an answer.

A long moment of kisses and smooching, rubbing lips with a sexy girl. She didn't seem to mind him feeling on her. She'd just taken off all of her clothes a moment ago, and now that he was healed he wanted to make her do that again. Listening to her when she spoke, his brains told him that also adding in something that weakened his foes and well as slowing them down could prove highly beneficial. He began to design a prototype within his mind. A system that could be charged. The longer it charged (the more posts that went by, in other words) the more devastating the effects. It could turn The incredible Hulk into something as harmless as a baby in the right conditions.

Cala came close again, offering up another taste of those lips. His right hand was on her back, his left rubbing against the love below. The aching in his shorts was getting the best of him when there was a knock at the door. Rats.

He didn't want to stop lusting on Cala just yet, but he thought he better go and see who that was. He adjusted his pants so that he wasn't pointing at whoever was behind the door. Opening it he saw Demi, one of the other Malkavian Vampires. But what was she doing here? "...Demi, right? What's up? Come on in, Cala is here too..." He said, holding the door open for her to step inside. When she'd do so Matt would then head into the living room...

A soft groan escaped her as she heard the knock on the door. She had already knew who it was: having caught wind of Demitria's idea. She watched Matt walk out of the room and followed him, figuring she might as well chill in the living room; if Matt was able to help Demitria then her friend was likely going to be here a while.

She sprawled out on one of the couches, comfortably. She scratched at her scalp, tousling her hair as she tilted her head back. She would wait until Demi walked in and then give her a wave as she stared up at the ceiling. "Hello, crazy lady. Turning into a ninja, now?" She knew her friend already rolled around with a combat knife and throwing knives, so turning into a full fledged ninja wasn't something she was going to put past her...

Still, she wished she could have waited a while longer until coming and knocking... she was rather enjoying the private time with Matt before they were interrupted.

"Yup, I'm Demi... I figured Cala was here." She walked past Matt and into the living room,, continuing to carry the large mass of iron she had turned into the makings of a giant folding fan and the blueprints for it. She grinned at Cala as she heard her greeting. "Perhaps I will turn into an ninja... Ninja's are hot after all. But first... I need some help if the pair of you aren't busy?"

She placed the fan down, the tip resting on the floor as she leaned against the mass of metal. She looked between the two, waiting for a response. She had been doing well in ignoring anything that had drifted from Cala's brain: not wanting to eavesdrop on something private, or that she otherwise shouldn't be hearing or seeing. "I've been having this crazy dream about this giant folding fan...", she pointed at the fan. "That can, well... fly, and grows stronger the more it opens, creates wind blades.. and most importantly, is bullet proof as well as knife proof and all of that fun stuff... Was wondering if I could get some help. I'm not so good in the building-things department..."

He had been busy, but what Demi said got interesting. His mind's wheels instantly started turning with just the brief description she'd given him. He left out of the room and came back with one of his father's old cases of tools. It was locked by computer and took a long complicated code to open.

"Let me take a look at what you've got here," Matt said while taking the fan from Demi and sitting down on the floor. He opened the kit, revealing that it had many pockets for storing tools and materials. Matt began attaching fixtures to the fan that resembled pieces of his armor suit. He also attached sections of the same fabric that his cape was made of; enough of it to support a girl about Demi's size. Matt stood up and took hold of Demi's waist.

"Please don't take this the wrong way," he said, lifting her to see how heavy she was. Once he had an idea he knew just how much of the fabric to add. It was stretched tightly over the metal so that if someone with super human strength swung it even halfway closed, it could easily destroy a house, and throw another person as far as a mile. When the fan was fully open and swung, it gave it's user the ability to create the destructive power of an F5 tornado. If Demi chose to ride it, the fan could carry her for miles if she caught the right air current, with no effort or the use of powers on Demi's part. The fabric was also bulletproof, unable to be set on fire, unable to be torn by normal means, and very highly resistant to the elements, making it pretty much indestructible.

Matt went over everything, then went over everything again. He scanned every single detail to make sure that Demi's fan was flawless and would perform to the letter. He found that everything was as it should have been, and finally placed the fan back into Demi's hands in the same way she had it when she first walked in; the tip resting on the floor as she leaned against the mass of metal.

As Matt then picked up a long pole of what looked to be made of the same material that his armor was, he concentrated and managed to totally turn off his Negation. That meant whatever supernatural moves either of them had could be used now, such as mind reading. He planned on getting a hold of this ability and making it so it only protected him against danger. He knew now that there was none here, and there was no longer a need to walk around with his shield up constantly.

"If you can read minds, you can read mine and see what your fan can do for yourself, saves the trouble of explaining it all," he said, making adjustments to a small device in the center of the staff; the device that would cause the staff to shrink and grow in size. "Don't worry, I turned my Negation off. I used to think psychic stuff was cheating but I don't mind people taking a look now.."

Cala looked at the overly giant, and apparently hand-made fan, that her friend was leaning on. An eyebrow rose in curiosity and she simply shook her head. She mumbled something about Malkavian ninja's and them being overkill before she shifted into a more comfortable position on the couch.

She watched Matt go to work on the fan after, from what she was guessing, judging how much Demi weighed; something that caused her to laugh softly from her perch on the couch. She watched as Matt went to work on Demitria's fan, enjoying watching him go to work on the large thing. There was something entrancing about Matt making things, and it was more than enough to keep her full attention - something very few things did with her brain constantly and easily distracted.

And then the show was over, and he was handing Demitria her giant fan back, far better than it had been when she first brought it here, she was sure. But, she didn't focus long on guessing what it could do now as she suddenly felt Matt's mind very available to her: it had been something she hadn't felt before.

She hadn't tried to probe his mind in the past, more out of respect than the fact that she just couldn't because of his negation, but now... now she could feel it, even though she wasn't reading it, as if his mental presence had just suddenly shown up. She picked out the pieces of information, curious as to what Demi could do with her fan and couldn't help but giggle... She had a feeling Demi was going to be breaking things before long.

She let him take the fan and watched as he began to work on it, adding bits of fabric that resembled those his cape were made out of. She glanced over to Cala, noticing her comfortably sprawled position on the couch, and then back to the Vigilante. As he got up and lifted her up, something she guessed he was doing to judge her weight, she giggled - the ticklish Malkavian was indeed ticklish. "Hehe.. I'm ticklish."

She then watched as he went back to work on her fan. She too watched him with her full attention, minus a glance out of the corner of her eye from time to time to Cala - the girl was completely focused on what the Vigilante was doing, and she couldn't blame her, it was very interesting to watch. Demi was all about destroying stuff, not putting it together.

When he was finished she took the fan back, looking the thing over with a grin. She tilted her head as the negation dropped, allowing her access to his mind. She reached forward, careful to not prod too deeply, and to take only the information willingly offered up: the fabric he had used was stretched tightly over the metal so that if someone with super human strength swung it even halfway closed, it could easily destroy a house, and throw another person as far as a mile. When the fan was fully open and swung, it gave it's user the ability to create the destructive power of an F5 tornado. If Demi chose to ride it, the fan could carry her for miles if she caught the right air current, with no effort or the use of powers on Demi's part. The fabric was also bulletproof, unable to be set on fire, unable to be torn by normal means, and very highly resistant to the elements, making it pretty much indestructible. It was perfect.

She grinned widely, and gave a nod in the Vigilante's direction. "Thanks, it's perfect. I think I'll head up to the roof and test it out... then maybe go reign some hell and havoc somewhere." She gave a wave, and as she walked to the door she called back, "If there's anything you ever need, don't hesitate to ask!" She then left the suite, not wanting to keep the two lovebirds from whatever they had been doing before her arrival.

-Exit, unless stopped-

The staff was coming along great. It could extend and retract very quickly, and fit snugly within its rectangular housing. He could store it easily on the back of his belt when not in use.

"No problem," he said to Demi before she left, twirling the staff around to deliver precise and quick strikes toward his own shadow, mostly aimed toward the head and mid-section. The 'woosh' sounds of the staff cutting the air were loud in the living room.

Retracting his new "Peacemaker" staff into his housing, his mind went to work then on a suit device that would lower the strength and speed of his foes... but then came the thought of getting to see Cala naked again, with the fact that his Nanoids performed far above expectation, healing him in half the time he predicted originally. Choices, Choices. It wasn't impossible to see what was on his mind anymore now that he'd deactivated his Negation, and he didn't care if Cala looked deep down inside and saw all of his dirty little secrets, fetishes, fascinations with female's stomachs, or that extensive porn collection in the third closet from the left, under the pile of dirty clothes.

Cala gave a wave back to Demitria, catching the lovebird comment from her mind as she left. It caused her to chuckle and shake her head. With Matt's Negation down she picked up on some of his thoughts, even though she wasn't purposely sifting through his thoughts and memories: especially as he went from thinking about the speed thing he was trying to work on to seeing her naked again. A grin spread across her face once more, though not the unhinged one it normally was; no this grin was entirely naughty in nature.

She sprawled out further on the couch, completely comfortable; one leg was stretched out before her while the other was resting down over the edge of the cushion, her toes resting on the living room floor - leaving her legs slightly open. She had one arm situated on the arm rest she was leaning against and the other along the back of the couch. Able to see that he didn't care about her poking around in his brain she picked up on his fascination with female's stomachs, his hidden porn collection, and much more. She only wished she had some way to allow him into her mind the way she was able to get into his.

"So... are you expecting anyone else to come knocking on your door today?", she asked slyly as she looked at Matt with her mismatched gaze.

Best get this out of the way now, get it over with. Then there's the free time to do whatever once business was concluded. He reached down into the kit, rummaging through the spacious storage container several moments and pulled one of his father's old projects. It was sort of a grenade, but instead of blow up and hurt people, it was supposed to send out a rapid pulse that could quickly raise the metabolism in many people at the same time, with the intentions to heal groups of people. Matt twisted it open and began to reverse engineer the mechanism.

"No, I wouldn't think so," Matt responded to the question of if someone else was coming by. "I'm not going anywhere either. Healed up faster than I thought I would, but I think it's still a good idea that I go easy for a while. I think we may have to perform that full body cavity search after all ma'am, you may have other concealed goods.." The last part said in the asshole cop tone...

The device sent out pulses that healed injuries and energized muscles. It gave people a "boost" so that if they were in a nasty situation they'd get that second wind to pull themselves out of it. With a simple adjust of several circuits, the device now sent out pulses that made people weaker and slower. It robbed people of muscle energy and slowed the metabolism so that it took longer for one to catch their breath, or get the energy back after a long hard run. Matt caused some of his armor to form on him to add the device to his systems, seeing the new information on his head's up.

Cala slowly slid her hand down the back of the couch and to her chest, flicking the zipper again as she had done before. "Only if you're sure we won't be interrupted again....", she said softly as she began to tug on her zipper once more as her desire rose once more. The zipper was unzipped faster this time than it had been before, and soon the whole hoodie was once more open. But, she went a step further this time as she leaned forward enough to get the whole hoodie off of herself. She gave it a light toss, not caring for the moment where it landed; clothing was the last thing on her mind unless it was the process of taking them off.

She kept her mismatched gaze on Matt the entire time, that naughty grin in place as she found herself wondering what he looked like naked; and knowing she was more than willing to help get him out of those clothing when she was finished if he didn't beat her to it. She ran her hand down along her breast as she moved it lower, towards the shorts she had on once more. "I might need your help with my bottoms... they do tend to get stuck...", she said mischievously as she gave them a one sided light tug.

This time Matt ran to go lock the door. Who else would come by to see him, and why? He didn't know very many people here yet. There were other things going on, but they were none of his business. Alec told him to take all of the time he needed to recuperate, and he'd been waiting a long time to get close to this girl like this. His heart thumped within his rib cage at the thought of finally losing his V card.

He picked up Cala's Pikachu hoodie, and then her while returning his armor back to the capsule, taking her back to his bedroom and pushing the door closed behind them with his right leg. "So there's no more interruptions," he said, his arousal becoming full on again, like it was when he was laying in here before. He lie Cala on the bed and used his left hand to help her remove those shorts again. This time he didn't want her to be the only one coming out of clothes, so afterwards he snatched out of his wife beater, sock, and swim trunks.

As stated before Matt thought of himself as average. He wasn't one of those pretty boy male models you saw in magazines, or anything like that. His body was averagely toned as if he worked out because of his Nanoids. His manhood which was as hard as steel at the current moment was of average size and girth for a 15 year old. Matt thought that with as long as she'd lived she had to have had somebody better, so at the very least he'd try to keep a smile on her face, though this was about to be his first time with a female...

A giggle escaped her as Matt lifted her up and carried her and her hoodie into his room and layed her on the bed. Once free of her shorts and yellow panties she bit her bottom lip as she watched him strip out of his clothing. Her eyes slowly roamed over his naked form, that naughty grin still on her face; to her he was perfect, and she found her tongue snaking out, licking her lips in a seductive way.

She lifted her right hand and moved her pointer finger back and forth in a way as if she were beckoning him closer. She then dropped her hand, running it down along between her breast and slowly then her stomach, stopping at her belly button. She wanted to feel his flesh against her flesh; feel his warmth against her body.

She slowly began to slide her fingertips lower, teasingly so as she kept her mismatched gaze on him. As her hand moved lower her legs parted slowly, revealing herself more so to him. She wanted to feel his fingers on her, his body on hers...

She looked at him as if he were a delicious meal, and to her he probably was. it looked like she was satisfied with what she saw, noticing the tongue come out to lick her lips. When she beckoned him to come closer her couldn't keep his hands to himself and began to feel her all over. While looking at the expression on her face, the naughty grin, those eyes; his eyes travel all over her naked body, watching while her hand moved down between those breasts to her stomach, thinking she'd looked into his head and noticed one of his weird fetishes. His mouth traveled the same path, kissing and licking where she'd touched, ending with the dimple of the navel. His hands grasp those breasts, squeezing them gently.

When she moved her hand below and spread her legs, he was on top of her at that point. He kissed her, moving his tongue to rub it against hers. His heart was beating like a bass drum at being this close to scoring, the closest he'd ever been in his life. There were random day dreams here and there but now it was really happening.

Her body felt sensitive beneath his touch; every touch of his only furthering to raise her desire and her need to have him inside of her; nipples instantly hardening at his touch. Her legs parted further as he climbed on top of her, an open invitation to him, as the love between her legs was already moist in anticipation of him. She returned his kisses eagerly, her tongue intertwining with his.

She lifted her hands, running them up his arms slowly and across his shoulders, enjoying the feel of his flesh beneath her fingertips. She then ran her hands slowly down his back, back up his sides, and then slowly down his chest. She kept moving them lower and lower until fingertips met his rock hardness. She felt the desire to explore him, and did just that as she trailed her fingers along him.

Her left hand continued to trail along his body, touching him, exploring him. She kept the kiss going, enjoying the sound of his drum-beat like heartbeats in her ears, the feel of his warm body on top of hers, and the taste of his mouth against hers, their tongues intertwining.

He'd seen this done plenty of times to know what went where, that the hips moved in and out, and that satisfying the woman came before his own pleasure. Though this was his first time having sex with a woman he attempted to last a good long while to please her before the end came, and he felt a feeling like no other; that made his eyes nearly bug out.

It was on his mind even after he'd put his clothes back on and lie there, staring at the ceiling. That was something he thought he could do with feeling on a regular basis..

Cala was more then pleased, several times over again, too. She had taken a while to actually get up and get her clothing on, far too satisfied and comfortable to care about lying there naked for a little while longer.

This was definitely going to be a regular occurrence if she had anything to say about it. A smile was plastered on her face, where it was going to remain for a while. Hair was thrown up into a messy ponytail just to keep it up off of her neck, and to help keep her comfortable.