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Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
Deb wasn't sure what to expect when her power was copied. A twitch? Some sort of sensation that told her it was happening? A drain of energy? But whatever Deb was waiting for, it never came.
Slate eyes met brown ones as they opened once more. Deb let her hand go without complaint, as her attention was now fully on the curious actions of the girl beside her. She looked like she was temporarily puzzled. Though that probably was a normal thing considering she had to figure out the functions of a power from scratch. Deb waited with bated breath. Once the yellow hand prints appeared, a wide grin stretched from ear to ear across her face. She couldn't help but laugh- not at Chandler, but the sight of someone else playing around with her own power.
"Yellow huh? Interesting choice." She teased, yet the look on her face was oddly satisfied. Reaching out, she deftly used her pinky to draw little faces on both of the hand prints. The shirt was already marked- besides, they could just fix it later. Although that made a sudden idea come to Deb's mind that set the mischievous edge back into her grin. She glanced back up to Chandler's face. "Actually you know what? How long do you get to keep a power? I think this calls for a fun little test drive."
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
As she handed away her keys, she could feel the anticipation building all over again. Especially seeing that grin. "Usually well, except for the occasional trucker incident apparently." She replied. The sight of the semi-repaired but still apparent damage to her Beetle once they reached the garage did make her heart ache for a moment. But the prospect of having the other girl actually drive it, along with getting some much needed breakfast, was enough to stop the feeling.
Deb slipped into the passenger seat. It felt odd, but not too much. She had a sister after all. One whom she'd let take the wheel on numerous occasions- particularly when they went off on one of their long road trips. So there was another underlying comparison going on in Deb's head while she strapped in. With obvious differences.
Considering it had been her idea of where to go, Deb would point out where they needed to turn. Meanwhile she was perfectly content enjoying her ride all the way there, a small smile almost constantly on her face. It would only get bigger once she spotted the familiar restaurant. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving. And fully blaming you for it." She quipped with a smirk before gesturing towards their destination. The mere sight was already making her stomach grumble again.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
Once her pants were pulled up Deb gladly took the shirt from Emmett and threw it on. "Better than going naked, at any rate." She laughed, though a tilt soon came to her head in fake contemplation. "Although I might be able to get a free meal out of doing that. Or at least distract the cooks long enough to swipe something." Problem was, that meant going outside naked. No thank you.
Once her outfit was presentable enough for breakfast, she looked towards Emmett with another smile. The gaze only drifted a little, but the pang in her stomach asking for food kept it from getting too exploratory. Her own shirt would be thrown into the back of her bug. They'd spent most of the day yesterday in her vehicle. While Deb's own wasn't in the typical pristine condition she liked to keep it, it would be a nice change. Or at least fun. "We can take my car this time." She stood by the doorway, keys having been fished out of her pocket to twirl idly on her finger. "Might not be as cleaned up right now as your wonderful baby, but I'm curious to see what the great car expert thinks of its handling."
There weren't many that Deb allowed to take the wheel of her beloved Beetle. Yet after the previous day's events she was more than willing to add another potential name to that list. Curiosity often did get the best of her.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
Glad her morning wouldn't be spent alone, Deb finally had enough motivation to get out of bed. her joints cracked and popped as she stood, stretching a bit more before she went hunting for her own clothes. Half were in one room with the rest were somewhere in the kitchen, if she remembered correctly. She only bothered to put on the undergarment currently available before heading out for the other. Thought she caught the passing comment before she left. It only made her laugh. "Good. Means I won't even have to pretend to feel bad for how much I'm gonna eat."
Eventually she came back inside, bra in place, though the mechanic probably had caught sight of the marks still left on Deb's back when she went out the door. It added to the soreness she already felt. Yet it was a sweet kind. Besides, she'd given just as good back in return. Deb was just starting to fit her pants back on when the offer of clothes came up.
It lit up her eyes and brought the grin back to her face. The thought of re-wearing her clothes really wouldn't bother her too badly. But getting to put on some of hers?"Well how can I say no to an offer like that?" She responded.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
It didn't take much encouragement to draw her closer. Deb was quite content to bury her face into the warm embrace offered, letting out a satisfied little hum that morphed into muffled laughter. "Guilty as charged." Wasn't like she tried to hide that fact. There was a reason her sister turned out the way she did- she'd been exposed to a bad influence from the moment she'd been born.
The pleasantly comfortable cocoon she'd gotten wrapped up in threatened to lull Deb back to sleep. Unless the other girl wanted to get out of bed right away, she was more than happy to lie there for a while longer. The day didn't need to start just yet. But as time passed- if her bedmate hadn't moved out by that time -there were biological needs starting to fight for her attention. One that announced itself loudly with a growl of her stomach.
A frown curled her lips downward and she basically growled. "You little traitor." But the hunger gnawing away at her empty stomach didn't care. So Deb finally moved to sit up from the cozy place she'd stayed the night in, stretching and running fingers through tousled hair. As much as she didn't want to get up, her stomach wasn't going to stand for it. Slate colored eyes turned towards her companion. An idea started to form in her head, and she couldn't help but smirk again.
"Well since my stomach's set on ruining my chance to sleep in, want to go get some breakfast? I know a great waffle place in town, though they serve more than just that." She offered. "It'll be my treat. Figure I should repay you for single-handedly turning yesterday into a thrill." More than that, really. Though Deb wasn't sure what to expect from her. None of this had been exactly expected, though certainly not unpleasant.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
With a jerk of Emmett's head, she got a good enough idea of where they were headed. That was all she needed before lips met again. They'd bumped into some table or counter when Deb had pushed, but now Emmett pushed back. As much as she wanted to push back she didn't. She didn't know exactly where to go after all.
The state of the bedroom, once they got there, was...irrelevant. The amount of focus noticing their surroundings would have taken too much effort. Right now her mind had narrowed down to registering the sensory information she was getting. Mainly touch. Which ended up throwing her for a loop as the warm body against hers suddenly pitched backwards. It was enough of a shock that a clear hole appeared in the haze covering her mind. It only took a second before she realized what happened. More than slightly breathless laughter trickled out of her. A witty tease was right on the tip of her tongue, but one look at her on the mattress sent the quip tumbling away into nothingness.
Some things were more important.
Though the hungry glint in her eyes had never quite gone away since they'd started, it was horribly obvious now. Somehow, some way, her day had tumbled and twisted until she'd found herself hovering above an attractive and altogether interesting mechanic on a bed. She wasn't going to hesitant once she'd been given the go ahead. It didn't take much longer for determined hands to strip away the rest of the cloth barrier until she could feel the full length of the one beneath her. The material was tossed unceremoniously to the side. Where? Who cared. Now that she had the entire blonde to herself, she was a lot more intent on exploring her than worrying about clothes. Hopefully Emmett would be up for it too. Because in this mood, cars weren't the only thing Deb planned on riding hard.
It was sometime in the morning that consciousness started to finally return. And when it did, blue-grey eyes blinked about groggily. Where was she again? A question that ought to concern her, but in this instance didn't. She'd had enough experience with the feeling not to freak out right away. And judging from the warm body she felt beside her...
Well it did a wonderful job of reminding her what happened yesterday.
A light chuckle managed to work its way out of Deb's throat. She migrated across towards the other hot thing in bed and settled against it with a content sigh. "You are a sinfully good heater, you know that?" Sleep made the playful words come out roughly, but she meant it anyways.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
Curiosity was good. Curiosity she could work with. And when it made people actually agree to the little spontaneous ideas that cropped up in Deb's head, she was always satisfied.
Upon hearing the "requirement," Deb arched a brow. "You make it sound like such a horrible thing to have to hold hands with a pretty girl." She teased, grin settling back into a familiar lopsided smirk. Not one bit of her minded. And when a hand was out stretched towards her with that sort of smirk on the brunette's face, Deb couldn't help but laugh and dare to lace her fingers together with the proffered wiggling digits of her companion. "Just don't go having a tantrum suddenly and you should be good." Her smirk had grown in response as she joked. "Otherwise, let's see what you've got, hot shot."
Since Deb had never had her powers copied, she really was wondering what would happen. Would it be like her manifestation all over again? At least if it was, Deb knew how to fix any sudden discoloration that might appear. Or how to make the item match if she liked the color well enough.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
As soon as teeth registered against her skin, an answering noise managed to escape her. It was getting much, much harder for her to coherently think past physical sensation. Particularly when Emmett was doing things like that.
But there was one thing her mind hung onto while the rest was being worked rapidly into a frenzy: fight.
When distance was put between them and the fridge, Deb leaned into the move. The clasp prove an excellent distraction while she started to push her backwards. She was at a disadvantage considering this was unfamiliar territory for her. Deb had no idea where anything in the upstairs portion was. But the pressure combined with her lack of care eliminated that issue. She kept pressing until they hit something, working on the other girl just as she was being to free them of the now much unwanted barrier barely separating the two. Now that she was on the attack, she used what little height she had on the other to her advantage and fight for leverage in the next kiss she captured soft lips in.
It was with the last shred of whatever willpower Deb possessed that she got a word out once they parted for air. Even then it was nothing more than a husky whisper posing a one-worded question. "Bed?" Because at this rate it wasn't seeming to matter.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
Power Mimicry. Something about that ability had always managed to impress Deb. It was essentially every power you could think of. With limitations, of course, but still- that level of choice was massive. "The 'jack of all trades' deal huh? Pretty cool."
Although she was sure it came with its own issues. All powers did. Still, the kind of things Deb could have gotten up to with the ability to copy other people's powers. It was a fun idea to entertain. Which soon got her thinking about another kind of possibility.
There was a 50/50 chance because Deb had no idea how she'd react. Public displays of power varied between meaning to people. Some couldn't care less while others really didn't use their abilities all the much. She herself probably fell somewhere closer towards the former spectrum. Chandler? Only one way to find out. A grin reformed on her face. "So that means you could copy mine, right? Wanna give my power a spin? Kind of curious to see how someone else might handle it." No one had ever mimicked her power before. At least, not to her knowledge. Would be a curious sight to behold someone else trying to deal with it. "Promise I don't even have that bad of side effects either."
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
That certainly wasn't a bad sound at all. In fact, she wanted to hear it again. A desire that would probably show through the attention she gave. There was bound to be a few marks after this. Hopefully she wouldn't mind.
Unaware of her surroundings, Deb could at least guess that they'd reached a door when one hand left her only to return shortly. The grip she already had, combined with the other hand still on her, kept her from moving too much. Soon after she felt the chill sensation of something hard against her back. It contrasted sharply with the heat of the woman holding her against whatever object she'd found. She grinned at what that implied, but Deb couldn't suppress the shiver of anticipation that went through her as those supportive hands moved upwards to offer a different kind of assistance. The impatient way things were going was getting to both of them. The need for direct contact had long since rendered the fabric itchy and unnecessary.
During that loss- where she offered little to no resistance -Deb took that brief moment to look. Kitchen. That was her guess anyhow. It was hard to really focus on much else right now. Especially once she was freed of her top. Though she didn't want to be the only one- the desire went both ways. Finally she relinquished the hold she had in light locks to give her the same treatment through the tight, but more than welcome position they'd gotten into, keeping herself in place with legs and the cool surface of the fridge pressed up behind her.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
It was so nice not to be disappointed. When hands started wandering downwards the expression on her face only intensified. It was the exact reaction she'd hoped for. Emmett met no resistance once she reached Deb's legs. If anything, she was more than happy to secure her position against the blonde's waist and hold herself in place. No complaints from her- only more breathy laughter.
"Oh, you," The word held the same intensity it had when she'd used it before. Only now she let some of the heat she felt into it. "Are a good one."
Now that she was right where she wanted to be, her true game began. Emmett didn't have to fight against much struggling because, frankly, Deb didn't really want out of where she was. No, she didn't plan to fight against the move. But she did plan on seeing how much she could distract and stall the process.
There was an escalation of energy as she met her lips once again. A heated urgency and dedication that made it rougher than the others. One became two, and then two became more. Both arms now looped behind the blonde's head to tangle in light locks and deepen the kisses further. And when they weren't keeping her close, they were pulling her back- repositioning the mechanic's head so wandering lips and teeth could get at smooth skin elsewhere. Whether or not they were actually nearing one of the two options given didn't really matter any more. Much more care was being given to whatever spot was currently caught by the held girl's efforts to stall and distract her impromptu "ride."
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
With a shrug the little treat was popped back into Deb's mouth. Oh well: waste not. Looks like she'd be finishing everything on her own after all. Fine by her. She was quite content munching away until-
We were supposed to start working together for this project today.
Everything about her ground to a harsh halt. It was like a record scratch. That was today? She thought she had a bit more time before she'd have to actually sit down and get started on that project. it wasn't like it was going to be hard or anything, but she was going to be paired up with someone else.
That someone else who had, apparently, hunted her down.
Deb swallowed whatever remainder of the treat had been in her mouth. "Shit." left her mouth in a soft curse. Lifting her hand away from the canvas, she instead ran it through her hair. Which in turn caused her hair to go through another wild shift of color. Blue-grey eyes looked over towards Rya. "I had completely forgotten we were paired up." She admitted bluntly. Lying about it wouldn't serve a purpose. The shock in her freeze had probably already spelled it out for the other girl anyways.
Deb turned back to her canvas with a small sigh. "Well, we could. Have any ideas for what magical mayhem we should put to canvas for the project then?" Because hearing the other girl's ideas might actually remind Deb what they were supposed to be doing.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
The suggestion to essentially steal away her current workplace's business brought out another laugh. "All things in due time." She replied with a cheeky smile. In the business world, yes she could understand that that kind of thinking was probably best for her to get money. Though she couldn't really find it in herself to completely run her employer out of business. If such a thing even could happen. The woman had been very kind and lenient with Deb's work schedule. That sort of treatment probably wasn't the most common.
Deb's head bobbed in a short nod. Not everyone knew exactly what they wanted to do right in or even out of college. She'd simply been fortunate enough that her power essentially decided for her. Or at least made the decision easier. "Not such a bad thing, that." With a shrug, Deb looked back at her and smirked. "Options tend to crop up whenever they please, so who knows? Might end up with a job a lot more interesting than a hairdresser. Shouldn't be too hard." She joked.
It wasn't much longer before she stopped again. These rooms were pretty familiar to all the students- although some more than others. "These are the training rooms. Perfect place to go all out and not get in trouble for breaking something. Most of the time anyways." Deb shrugged, but it brought to mind one of the numerous questions that had been buzzing in her head.
"Mind if I ask what power you're packing?"She didn't have to answer if she really didn't want to. Some people were a little funny on that. Never knew if someone thought of their power as a gift or a curse. Deb had met both, and one was usually more pleasant than the other.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
A matching chuckle escaped her. "Well aren't I lucky?" In hindsight she really was. At how many other garages would something even remotely similar have happened? Or with someone even half as attractive? Whatever lottery Deb had inadvertently entered, she would safely guess she'd won.
The second question brought a certain light to her eyes. Her gaze dropped for a moment as a little smile came to her face. "I did, didn't I? Hmmm..." She had. And with the current way things were going, she hardly regretted the words. Yet she didn't want to stop what they were doing right there. The sensation was too sweet- the warmth too inviting. But what else might come was tempting. Very, very tempting.
And she was downright terrible with that.
A wicked twist came to the smile while the blue-grey gaze lifted to meet dark eyes. She said nothing yet, pressing forward to instead start yet another heated kiss. When she pulled back this time, however, she only did by a fraction. "Get me a bed or a flat surface, and I'm all set." She breathed simply. But the gleam in her eyes was still there- renewed in strength even. Challenging. Daring her. "Though I'm pretty happy right here, so you might have to fight me for it."
