Petting the Kitten

Allright, just a quick word before starting the amenities. It's usually not my style to open with the main event, but at this particular case story needs so. If you want to get down and dirty, coming soon. And before the mandatory /ooc and canon breaking pointing, rest assured it will all be explained in detail after (like I said, sex before plot is not my usual style, but here it works)

“What do you mean you can’t make it to our date!? Do you know how many people daddy had to threaten with destruction just to book “Rue de Paris” for us alone!? No I don’t care if you’re in maximum security prison, a true boyfriend would break out of the seventh dimension just to say hello to me! Do you have any idea how many dates I have rejected just waiting for you? Seventy… hundred… GAJILLION! I hope you rot in jail!” she yelled exasperated as she slammed the pink phone, reducing it to a pile of dismantled electronics.

“Gosh, just one night, that’s all I’m asking, one night on a romantic date, in a romantic, expensive French restaurant with the violinist waiters and the spaghetti thing” she said to herself, mixing references; “but noooooo, that useless, sad excuse of a boyfriend Fang has to get himself caught. And he wasn’t even stealing a present for me!” she continued to rant as she turned round and around her bedroom like a caged lion; “so much for this fancy dress…” she concluded as she undid the laces hanging from behind her neck.

Now truth to be told, if the blonde girl had anything going for her, it was looks, for she certainly could turn eyes around if she wanted to; so long as she kept quiet of course. As the red cocktail dress went down, it revealed a strapless bra the same color, covering a pair of rather pleasant to look at breasts; not too big, but more than enough to stand out from her rather flat abdomen that led to matching red panties with a small lace rose in the front. Her legs, rather long and well rounded seemed quite fit, despite the girl’s abhorrence of physically exerting activities due to sweat being gross to her. If anything, she got lucky on the genetic roulette.

“Sigh… another boring, dateless night… thank you very much Fang” she sighed as she finally laid down in bed in her usual pink pajamas, thinking about why all bad things happen to her; that train of thought would be interrupted soon tho.

At first she didn’t pay too much attention to the small tap on her window, it was most likely a bird, or squirrel or a rogue moth, but another tap and yet another drew her attention towards the glass and she noticed the source of the sound were small pebbles being thrown at it. She didn’t seem to get the message tho…

“Allright punk, you wanna play throwing stones!? Let’s play!” she yelled exasperated as she forced the window open, a chair on her right hand ready to be thrown at her uninvited guest; she had no idea.

“Hey, easy there Kitten! I’m not here to fight!” a young man yelled as he took cover behind a tree in case she had good aim. Laid back black hair, tight green pants and a red jacket with a black and yellow cape, and of course a familiar symbol and his trademark mask; it could only be…

“Robin!? Robbie-poo? Oh what a wonderful surprise! You’re such a big romantic!” she said in a completely different mood as she tossed the chair out, seemingly hitting a nearby trash can judging by the complaining meow that was heard shortly after.

“Actually I’m not…” by the time he wanted to reply, she had already dashed towards the front yard and was pulling him by the arm.

“Of course you are! Now come in! Come in! If we hurry we can still make it to “Rue de Paris”, I just have to get changed and…”

“Well, actually, I just had dinner, so I don’t think…” by the time he realized it, they were already at the doorstep of her room.

“Oh… I see what you mean…” she said in a coyly fashion as she covered a huge smile with her fingers; “you want to skip dinner and go straight to dessert. You see Robbie-poo, I’m not that kind of girl…”

“Yeah, actually I was…”

“But if it’s for you… I can sure make an exception” and before he could do another thing, she had already pulled him into her room, locking the door behind her.