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"Please, shut up,”

Their banter was perfect. Well——At least, she thought so. Sam liked the way he’d fire back without a problem and the lightheartedness they shared was actually…nice. Liking his company, the full lips gave attention to his to ease Dick Grayson down a notch. Slowly, the press was massaged to his as they both sat in the beautiful afternoon of Central Park in New York City. Both dressed to kill, she wanted to throw him off guard a little bit.

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Was this right——or wrong? As the masked woman Tucker Reeves just so happened to be around and follow her about, it was both fun and teasing to be two completely different people. One that would whip his ass in a heartbeat and the Second to throw her sarcasm at whenever she pleased. Overall, the banter was light and nothing more. She wandered how much she could push him——-and if he’d push back?

Black gloves grabbed his hand to tug him along the nearest wall, slender shoulders pressed their back toward the brick and brought him a bit closer. With the mask to cover her, she had the advantage to be whomever she wanted. A flirt, a friend, anything.

"Close your eyes for me," She commanded in the soft, breathless voice that only he was aloud to hear. Leaning closer, she could feel her lips brush along his, face to face. Finally—-She pressed, firmly. Of need, out of want and out of pure sexual toxicity that filled her body. Whatever it was about Tucker, she liked it, a lot.

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"Don’t laugh, okay?" God, she hoped that he wouldn’t. Sam leaned in closer and pressed her lips to Liam’s. She hated being teased about her feelings. It was obvious how she felt about him—-But given her personality and how he’d dangle it in her face, it made her both a bit insecure and out of place.

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How this happened, she didn’t understand herself. Was it the alcohol or was it something else? Temptation? No, it couldn’t be.

But——-It was.

A simple pluck of his feelings like he was probably doing to her never did any harm. A few shots of tequila out of their pure boredom, she wanted this night to be smooth as possible. But——

It was possible, she had a bit too much to drink. Especially since how her eyes shifted every now and then over at the other. Not that he wasn’t good looking but to see herself with Bobby Drake? That sounded a little bit unlikely.

oh—-the lovely game of fifty questions. Seemingly enough, she felt up to the challenge with no sweat. Her certain slurred words and giggles of whatever silly comment he could make just brought her closer to his body.

Again, the bright eyes would shift, studying him from his jaw and  s l o w l y down to his neck and Adam’s Apple. Sam, on the other hand, wasn’t in the best mental state. She didn’t want to stop getting closer, her true thoughts wouldn’t let her.

So without further adieu——-She leaned in a bit closer.

She heard him question her about her actions——‘What was she doing?’

"I’m simply getting comfy, no need to ask, Bobbyyy," Her giggles and playfulness were shown again. Her shoulder brushed along his and even pressed itself there. Her lips and eyes were on the prowl, a small gaze of sensuality in them. Leaning closer, there was no remorse for what she did next.

Soft, full lips were quickly pressed to the male’s, a slight sound from the back of her throat was released. Gingerly, she’d climb on to his lap, careful of were she’d place herself. She didn’t care, she wanted some fun in her life. They were relaxed and not forced, massaging against his lips, she at least, hoped he was enjoying this too.