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thejusticelounge2012-04-28 06:18 pm
bossymarmalade) wrote in thejusticelounge2012-04-28 06:18 pm
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lunch break
Kyle handed Kate her lunch bag with torta and a Dr Pepper, also gracing her with a rather pathetic frown.
“That was seriously TMI, chica,” he sat down and unwrapped his own sandwich, taking a big bite. “Not the Titans part, that’s not TMI,” he mused, around the food in his mouth. “Not even the Kate-specific part, now that I think about it.”
“You are amazing, ese. AMAZING.” Kate accepted the bag gratefully and leaned against the concrete half-wall next to him, cracking open the can of soda. She took a long slurp, then had a bite of torta. After swallowing, she continued. “Let’s face it, Rayner. You just don’t want to hear about any sex that the elder Green Arrow may or may not be having. Allegedly.”
“Oh, oh Ms Spencer,” Kyle squinted up at her, waving his hand dismissively. “Spare me your legal mumbo jumbo! Allegedly, what. May or may not? You DO know I have great communications with the rest of Queen’s brood, never mind his other partner Green Lantern Hal Jordan, si?” Kyle washed his bite down with a gulp of 7-Up. He grinned up at her. The sun was behind her and so green shades materialized over his eyes. “Why the coy, Kate?”
Kate crossed her legs at the ankle, faking demureness. “I didn’t want to offend your delicate sensibilities, chico,” she said, licking her lips clean of torta crumbs. “I know how difficult these things are for you to heaaaar.”
She paused, then added wryly, “I don’t know if Green Lantern Jordan wants to know about the sex I’m having either, to be perfectly honest.”
Dammit, Kyle looked pretty hot in those shades.
Kyle’s mouth was full, so he just batted in the air at her again, as if swatting a particularly tenacious bee. Eventually he was able to swallow, and crumpled the paper in his hand and trying not to think of Kate’s pink, swiping tongue. Really, Kyle? Really? Right now? Out here in the beautiful sun of beautiful LA with a beautiful lady….oh Dios.
And then to make matters worse, she had to go and say ‘Green Lantern Jordan’ and ‘sex’ and ‘herself’ in the same sentence. Kyle glazed over for a bit.
“Oliver Queen is the luckiest bastard on this planet,” Kyle concluded heavily, out loud to the shrubbery nearby. He winged the empty torta wrap into a nearby trashcan. “Fwaaaaa, three points.”
Kate was managing not to spit out all of her torta in laughter. This was way, way more fun than the ins-and-outs of California property law (thanks to the Governator for signing those new fucking bills). She was tempted to play hooky.
“Aw, carito, I didn’t know you felt that way about your bro Hal,” she said, deliberately misinterpreting him. She finished her torta, then slurped some soda very loudly before pursing her lips to get the last bubbles.
Kyle made a scrunchy face at her, but didn’t respond. He was looking down the street, recognition slowly dawning.
“Y’know, Alex at her studio a couple blocks from here,” Kyle said, pointing with his chin in the general direction. The things we’d get up to onher coffee breaks, heh…she was always late getting back to work.” He smiled slowly, pulling at his GL ring and looking at her sideways. The humid heat was making her hair damp around her temples, he noticed. “I’ll bet you’re disappointed it wasn’t Queen who tweeted you back with tortas and Dr. P, huh?”
Kate noticed the lack of denial on Kyle’s part and filed the knowledge away in the back of her mind. Instead of commenting, she smirked and lifted an eyebrow at the fact that he was deciding to play along. Nice.
“Only a little. I’m near the point where I’d knock you over the head and drag you off to a broom closet myself, though, if I didn’t know better for Serious Repercussions. Muy caliente.” She grinned cheekily at Kyle, then tried to get the last soda out of the bottom of the can with a slurp. “Besides, I’m figuring I’m going to go back in there and randomly text him a list of all the raunchy porn things I want done to me that we haven’t tried. Just to make him sweat.”
“Amiga, you wouldn’t need to knock…” but there Kyle drifted off. Completing that sentence was probably not a good idea given their circumstances, but. He was thinking about Alex now, and the sun was warming the crown of his head and his mouth tasted like heat and lemon-lime. And he could only imagine what Kate’s mouth tasted like right now. Vividly imagine. Dr Pepper was a good choice.
Kyle snorted at Kate’s texting idea, leaning back and kicking his legs out. He took some time to appreciate her legs. They were bare (this was La-La Land, not snooty New York) and sleek looking and brown. If she was standing closer, Kyle would’ve so ran his finger along her tibia. In theory. “Come sit here and tell me what you’d text him, Kate?” Kyle asked, and wiped his brow with the back of his hand, and then patted the ledge he was sitting on. “Or something? Payback for the lunch. And I don’t really want to go back into space just yet.”
Kate slid over to sit closer to Kyle, smirking a little more. She twisted a little and pulled her legs up so she was sitting with her back against his arm, knees up and feet flat against the ledge. “Oh, you want storytime?” she asked. “See, I don’t kiss and tell, even to mi mejor amigo, and I have plans for that list. But I’d be happy to tell you what I’d text you.”
Oh, hell, this was getting dangerous really fast. Kate really, really liked dangerous.
She leaned back into him, tilting her face up towards the sun. “It involves hiking up skirts and taking off my jacket and shirt so they don’t get messy. Is your fabled imagination deficient? If so, I can go on.”
Kate slid over to sit closer to Kyle, smirking a little more. She twisted a little and pulled her legs up so she was sitting with her back against his arm, knees up and feet flat against the ledge. “Oh, you want storytime?” she asked. “See, I don’t kiss and tell, even to mi mejor amigo, and I have plans for that list. But I’d be happy to tell you what I’d text you.”
Oh, hell, this was getting dangerous really fast. Kate really, really liked dangerous.
She leaned back into him, tilting her face up towards the sun. “It involves hiking up skirts and taking off my jacket and shirt so they don’t get messy. Is your fabled imagination deficient? If so, I can go on.”
And now this: Kate here, not just next to him, but against him, her silk blouse hot from the sun, and - he wasn’t expecting this. Or at least what this seemed like, to him. People in their thirties were supposed to be responsible and steady-minded weren’t they?
‘Then again carito’ - that (now very VERY naughty) Kate Spencer voice in the back of his mind started up - ‘considering she’s currently in a relationship with a guero who’s in a relationship with another guy…so. Maybe your 30’s is when people actually get it all figured out, si?’
Kyle shifted his arm for the sake of comfort, leaning it lightly against her shoulder as Kate sunk and scooted back more against his side. He really couldn’t resist at this point, so he ducked lower and inhaled the scent of her hair. She smelled so warm; one of his favourite smells after spending so much time in space. Warm and…something else he couldn’t quite place but it made his eyelids flutter anyway. He just hoped it had nothing to do with a shampoo that Ollie Queen also used.
Business-minded people going to and fro their businessy things slowed to look at the…compelling sight of a very professionally dressed woman leaning against what they could only guess was her arm candy. Kyle watched them back, smiling into Kate’s hair. Only in LA, right?
“Wow, you’d neatly put aside your clothes to keep ‘em tidy, just for me?” Kyle laughed softly, his hand dipping down to idly stroke along her jawline. Her face was composed of such clean, defined lines. ”Ms Spencer, please; don’t go too loca, now.”
Kate leaned up into the touch. She was enjoying the hell out of herself and she didn’t care who saw—the paparazzi hadn’t made them yet, so she figured they had at least five minutes before the two of them had to decamp for pastures green.
Heh, pastures green.
She hadn’t figured out where exactly that might be yet, or if it would be together or not. It depended on way too many variables. Mostly Kyle variables, which were notoriously hard to pin down.
“Just for you?” she said, laughing. “Sorry, it’s mostly so I wouldn’t look like a woman who’d just been fucked, afterwards. I’m supposed to present an award at the five o’clock cocktail hour. But also because I have a really cute bra on, and otherwise you wouldn’t get the full experience. I’m considerate like that.”
When Kate actually said ‘fucked’ with such brazen carelessness, Kyle’s hips actually popped, all reaction and no thought. Kyle threw his head up, looking hard at the sky. Batman, smiling. This was happening way too often, these days. Mom, sick and hospitalized. If Kyle didn’t do something about it soon, he really honest to god thought he’d explode. Parallax….ah. That did the trick.
Wait, no it didn’t; because Kate was still right there, and now she was blithely talking about her bra. Oh for pete’s sake, because Kyle only had to tip his head just that way, and he could catch a glimpse of the little red number under her blouse, and the way her breasts were swelling around the cups as she pressed against him and…nnngh.
Whatever. Consequences could go take a short vacation on the moon. No, further; to Io.
Kyle feverishly scanned the area, knowing he had previously taken note of somewhere secret - a habit he’d developed when he was trying to emulate Superman, back in the day - and, ah. That nondescript door, in the bottom corner of the office building, padlocked, with a ‘DANGER - ELECTRICAL HAZARD: AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY’ sign plastered on it. Appropriate.
He grabbed Kate around her waist, pulling her up and onto her feet. “Looks like recess is over, querida. Unless…” he nodded over at the door and reached out to grasp her hand, tightly. “You can be a little late, right?” He flashed a grin at her. “I’ll return you for five, promise.”
In perfect honesty, Kate was way more concerned about Kyle than herself. Safe and sober getting off between good friends was definitely their own business (was it any different from guys sitting together jerking off? not particularly), and she was fine with that. She just didn’t know how much Kyle, or anyone he was with, minded. Or if Ollie WOULD consider killing him regardless.
Or if that didn’t really matter—acceptable risk, because they were grownups, for fuck’s sake.
Most of the time, Kate Spencer had thought things through entirely before she did them. It was sort of the nature of being Kate.
She slid to her feet and smiled at him, lifting an eyebrow. “I can be late. If you’re cool with it, chico,” she said, thumb sliding against his wrist, but eyes entirely serious. Just to be sure he wasn’t entirely thinking with la verga.
Kyle squinted and tipped his head to the side. He looked at her for a long while. He was really going to think about this. Forcing himself to think about it, really. Given the two people they were technically supposed to be in relationships in, this could result in ugly consequences…except. Except her thing with Ollie was clearly some sort of hippie commune arrangement, and Connor… Well. Before he left indefinitely, Connor was less than explicit as to how Kyle should have to deal with his absence. Connor was too occupied with this own thoughts, before he left. Not his fault. Not at all.
But Connor was Ollie’s son. And Ollie was with Kate. And…Dios. Kyle hated thinking. He really did.
He looked longingly at the electric room door, but now the only thing that stood out to him on the HAZARD sign was the drawing of the little man getting the dumbass electrocuted right out of him.
“Dammit Kate,” Kyle grated, almost angry, but certainly not at her. He took a step closer and steadying her face in both his hands, Kyle kissed Kate hard and urgently. She tasted exactly as he’d imagined. He made a soft noise against her lips, savoring the feel of her willing mouth as much as he could manage without eating her alive.
If Kate had known how Kyle perceived her relationship status, she would have burst out laughing. The whole meta community was some kind of hippie commune, in her humble opinion—what was the Watchtower, after all? As it were, she was far too busy keeping herself from seriously losing her mind, and possibly keeping her underwear from metaphorically setting itself on fire. (There was probably a joke there about wet and fire but her brain wasn’t in the mood.)
She’d figured out his decision before he even said anything. It was probably all for the best, at the moment.
“Mierda,” she hissed against the kiss, and nipped Kyle’s lower lip before pulling away, breathing hard. “Right, I need to find one of those gender neutral bathrooms,” she said. “With the door that locks. Because I am not able to think, amigo.”
Kyle nodded, quite serious. “Iiii…need to go take a cold shower. On Hoth.” He very carefully and deliberately took a step back from her, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her face. Her brown eyes were liquid, her hair was wet tendrils against her flushed skin. Her nose moved softly as she spoke and her lips…oh dulce Madre de Dios, her lips. Kyle stifled a groan, digging his short nails into his palms.
“Uhmm…enjoy the cock..tail…party,” Kyle stammered, and promptly turned really, really red. Why’d he have to say that? And was he twelve? Right now, he sure felt like it was puberty all over again. Pants-puberty. “I’ll..see you later? Amiga?”
Kyle was staring at her mouth, which meant Kate licked her lips nervously and instinctively, before she realized that that was probably not the nicest thing of her to do. She cleared her throat, then…
Well, then, burst out laughing. “I plan on it, carito,” she said, “once I get myself back in order. You do the same? Don’t, uh, get frostbite anywhere problematic?”
Kate’s laughter definitely helped break the heat wave. Kyle grinned back, feeling his shoulder muscles finally starting to relax. He took a deep breath and nodded, earnestly, methodically scraping his palms against the front of his jeans.
“Not gonna happen. Damn this LA sun. Smog. You know. So…” He wanted to hug her or something, but that would just get everything sideways again. He considered shaking her hand, but that would just be stupid.
Kyle saluted and said as cheerily as he could, “Hasta mañana, mi mejor amiga.” And with that, he spun on his heel and hustled across the street, thinking only of Kate’s tongue darting against her lips.
That Ollie Queen. One damned lucky sonuvagun.
“That was seriously TMI, chica,” he sat down and unwrapped his own sandwich, taking a big bite. “Not the Titans part, that’s not TMI,” he mused, around the food in his mouth. “Not even the Kate-specific part, now that I think about it.”
“You are amazing, ese. AMAZING.” Kate accepted the bag gratefully and leaned against the concrete half-wall next to him, cracking open the can of soda. She took a long slurp, then had a bite of torta. After swallowing, she continued. “Let’s face it, Rayner. You just don’t want to hear about any sex that the elder Green Arrow may or may not be having. Allegedly.”
“Oh, oh Ms Spencer,” Kyle squinted up at her, waving his hand dismissively. “Spare me your legal mumbo jumbo! Allegedly, what. May or may not? You DO know I have great communications with the rest of Queen’s brood, never mind his other partner Green Lantern Hal Jordan, si?” Kyle washed his bite down with a gulp of 7-Up. He grinned up at her. The sun was behind her and so green shades materialized over his eyes. “Why the coy, Kate?”
Kate crossed her legs at the ankle, faking demureness. “I didn’t want to offend your delicate sensibilities, chico,” she said, licking her lips clean of torta crumbs. “I know how difficult these things are for you to heaaaar.”
She paused, then added wryly, “I don’t know if Green Lantern Jordan wants to know about the sex I’m having either, to be perfectly honest.”
Dammit, Kyle looked pretty hot in those shades.
Kyle’s mouth was full, so he just batted in the air at her again, as if swatting a particularly tenacious bee. Eventually he was able to swallow, and crumpled the paper in his hand and trying not to think of Kate’s pink, swiping tongue. Really, Kyle? Really? Right now? Out here in the beautiful sun of beautiful LA with a beautiful lady….oh Dios.
And then to make matters worse, she had to go and say ‘Green Lantern Jordan’ and ‘sex’ and ‘herself’ in the same sentence. Kyle glazed over for a bit.
“Oliver Queen is the luckiest bastard on this planet,” Kyle concluded heavily, out loud to the shrubbery nearby. He winged the empty torta wrap into a nearby trashcan. “Fwaaaaa, three points.”
Kate was managing not to spit out all of her torta in laughter. This was way, way more fun than the ins-and-outs of California property law (thanks to the Governator for signing those new fucking bills). She was tempted to play hooky.
“Aw, carito, I didn’t know you felt that way about your bro Hal,” she said, deliberately misinterpreting him. She finished her torta, then slurped some soda very loudly before pursing her lips to get the last bubbles.
Kyle made a scrunchy face at her, but didn’t respond. He was looking down the street, recognition slowly dawning.
“Y’know, Alex at her studio a couple blocks from here,” Kyle said, pointing with his chin in the general direction. The things we’d get up to onher coffee breaks, heh…she was always late getting back to work.” He smiled slowly, pulling at his GL ring and looking at her sideways. The humid heat was making her hair damp around her temples, he noticed. “I’ll bet you’re disappointed it wasn’t Queen who tweeted you back with tortas and Dr. P, huh?”
Kate noticed the lack of denial on Kyle’s part and filed the knowledge away in the back of her mind. Instead of commenting, she smirked and lifted an eyebrow at the fact that he was deciding to play along. Nice.
“Only a little. I’m near the point where I’d knock you over the head and drag you off to a broom closet myself, though, if I didn’t know better for Serious Repercussions. Muy caliente.” She grinned cheekily at Kyle, then tried to get the last soda out of the bottom of the can with a slurp. “Besides, I’m figuring I’m going to go back in there and randomly text him a list of all the raunchy porn things I want done to me that we haven’t tried. Just to make him sweat.”
“Amiga, you wouldn’t need to knock…” but there Kyle drifted off. Completing that sentence was probably not a good idea given their circumstances, but. He was thinking about Alex now, and the sun was warming the crown of his head and his mouth tasted like heat and lemon-lime. And he could only imagine what Kate’s mouth tasted like right now. Vividly imagine. Dr Pepper was a good choice.
Kyle snorted at Kate’s texting idea, leaning back and kicking his legs out. He took some time to appreciate her legs. They were bare (this was La-La Land, not snooty New York) and sleek looking and brown. If she was standing closer, Kyle would’ve so ran his finger along her tibia. In theory. “Come sit here and tell me what you’d text him, Kate?” Kyle asked, and wiped his brow with the back of his hand, and then patted the ledge he was sitting on. “Or something? Payback for the lunch. And I don’t really want to go back into space just yet.”
Kate slid over to sit closer to Kyle, smirking a little more. She twisted a little and pulled her legs up so she was sitting with her back against his arm, knees up and feet flat against the ledge. “Oh, you want storytime?” she asked. “See, I don’t kiss and tell, even to mi mejor amigo, and I have plans for that list. But I’d be happy to tell you what I’d text you.”
Oh, hell, this was getting dangerous really fast. Kate really, really liked dangerous.
She leaned back into him, tilting her face up towards the sun. “It involves hiking up skirts and taking off my jacket and shirt so they don’t get messy. Is your fabled imagination deficient? If so, I can go on.”
Kate slid over to sit closer to Kyle, smirking a little more. She twisted a little and pulled her legs up so she was sitting with her back against his arm, knees up and feet flat against the ledge. “Oh, you want storytime?” she asked. “See, I don’t kiss and tell, even to mi mejor amigo, and I have plans for that list. But I’d be happy to tell you what I’d text you.”
Oh, hell, this was getting dangerous really fast. Kate really, really liked dangerous.
She leaned back into him, tilting her face up towards the sun. “It involves hiking up skirts and taking off my jacket and shirt so they don’t get messy. Is your fabled imagination deficient? If so, I can go on.”
And now this: Kate here, not just next to him, but against him, her silk blouse hot from the sun, and - he wasn’t expecting this. Or at least what this seemed like, to him. People in their thirties were supposed to be responsible and steady-minded weren’t they?
‘Then again carito’ - that (now very VERY naughty) Kate Spencer voice in the back of his mind started up - ‘considering she’s currently in a relationship with a guero who’s in a relationship with another guy…so. Maybe your 30’s is when people actually get it all figured out, si?’
Kyle shifted his arm for the sake of comfort, leaning it lightly against her shoulder as Kate sunk and scooted back more against his side. He really couldn’t resist at this point, so he ducked lower and inhaled the scent of her hair. She smelled so warm; one of his favourite smells after spending so much time in space. Warm and…something else he couldn’t quite place but it made his eyelids flutter anyway. He just hoped it had nothing to do with a shampoo that Ollie Queen also used.
Business-minded people going to and fro their businessy things slowed to look at the…compelling sight of a very professionally dressed woman leaning against what they could only guess was her arm candy. Kyle watched them back, smiling into Kate’s hair. Only in LA, right?
“Wow, you’d neatly put aside your clothes to keep ‘em tidy, just for me?” Kyle laughed softly, his hand dipping down to idly stroke along her jawline. Her face was composed of such clean, defined lines. ”Ms Spencer, please; don’t go too loca, now.”
Kate leaned up into the touch. She was enjoying the hell out of herself and she didn’t care who saw—the paparazzi hadn’t made them yet, so she figured they had at least five minutes before the two of them had to decamp for pastures green.
Heh, pastures green.
She hadn’t figured out where exactly that might be yet, or if it would be together or not. It depended on way too many variables. Mostly Kyle variables, which were notoriously hard to pin down.
“Just for you?” she said, laughing. “Sorry, it’s mostly so I wouldn’t look like a woman who’d just been fucked, afterwards. I’m supposed to present an award at the five o’clock cocktail hour. But also because I have a really cute bra on, and otherwise you wouldn’t get the full experience. I’m considerate like that.”
When Kate actually said ‘fucked’ with such brazen carelessness, Kyle’s hips actually popped, all reaction and no thought. Kyle threw his head up, looking hard at the sky. Batman, smiling. This was happening way too often, these days. Mom, sick and hospitalized. If Kyle didn’t do something about it soon, he really honest to god thought he’d explode. Parallax….ah. That did the trick.
Wait, no it didn’t; because Kate was still right there, and now she was blithely talking about her bra. Oh for pete’s sake, because Kyle only had to tip his head just that way, and he could catch a glimpse of the little red number under her blouse, and the way her breasts were swelling around the cups as she pressed against him and…nnngh.
Whatever. Consequences could go take a short vacation on the moon. No, further; to Io.
Kyle feverishly scanned the area, knowing he had previously taken note of somewhere secret - a habit he’d developed when he was trying to emulate Superman, back in the day - and, ah. That nondescript door, in the bottom corner of the office building, padlocked, with a ‘DANGER - ELECTRICAL HAZARD: AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY’ sign plastered on it. Appropriate.
He grabbed Kate around her waist, pulling her up and onto her feet. “Looks like recess is over, querida. Unless…” he nodded over at the door and reached out to grasp her hand, tightly. “You can be a little late, right?” He flashed a grin at her. “I’ll return you for five, promise.”
In perfect honesty, Kate was way more concerned about Kyle than herself. Safe and sober getting off between good friends was definitely their own business (was it any different from guys sitting together jerking off? not particularly), and she was fine with that. She just didn’t know how much Kyle, or anyone he was with, minded. Or if Ollie WOULD consider killing him regardless.
Or if that didn’t really matter—acceptable risk, because they were grownups, for fuck’s sake.
Most of the time, Kate Spencer had thought things through entirely before she did them. It was sort of the nature of being Kate.
She slid to her feet and smiled at him, lifting an eyebrow. “I can be late. If you’re cool with it, chico,” she said, thumb sliding against his wrist, but eyes entirely serious. Just to be sure he wasn’t entirely thinking with la verga.
Kyle squinted and tipped his head to the side. He looked at her for a long while. He was really going to think about this. Forcing himself to think about it, really. Given the two people they were technically supposed to be in relationships in, this could result in ugly consequences…except. Except her thing with Ollie was clearly some sort of hippie commune arrangement, and Connor… Well. Before he left indefinitely, Connor was less than explicit as to how Kyle should have to deal with his absence. Connor was too occupied with this own thoughts, before he left. Not his fault. Not at all.
But Connor was Ollie’s son. And Ollie was with Kate. And…Dios. Kyle hated thinking. He really did.
He looked longingly at the electric room door, but now the only thing that stood out to him on the HAZARD sign was the drawing of the little man getting the dumbass electrocuted right out of him.
“Dammit Kate,” Kyle grated, almost angry, but certainly not at her. He took a step closer and steadying her face in both his hands, Kyle kissed Kate hard and urgently. She tasted exactly as he’d imagined. He made a soft noise against her lips, savoring the feel of her willing mouth as much as he could manage without eating her alive.
If Kate had known how Kyle perceived her relationship status, she would have burst out laughing. The whole meta community was some kind of hippie commune, in her humble opinion—what was the Watchtower, after all? As it were, she was far too busy keeping herself from seriously losing her mind, and possibly keeping her underwear from metaphorically setting itself on fire. (There was probably a joke there about wet and fire but her brain wasn’t in the mood.)
She’d figured out his decision before he even said anything. It was probably all for the best, at the moment.
“Mierda,” she hissed against the kiss, and nipped Kyle’s lower lip before pulling away, breathing hard. “Right, I need to find one of those gender neutral bathrooms,” she said. “With the door that locks. Because I am not able to think, amigo.”
Kyle nodded, quite serious. “Iiii…need to go take a cold shower. On Hoth.” He very carefully and deliberately took a step back from her, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her face. Her brown eyes were liquid, her hair was wet tendrils against her flushed skin. Her nose moved softly as she spoke and her lips…oh dulce Madre de Dios, her lips. Kyle stifled a groan, digging his short nails into his palms.
“Uhmm…enjoy the cock..tail…party,” Kyle stammered, and promptly turned really, really red. Why’d he have to say that? And was he twelve? Right now, he sure felt like it was puberty all over again. Pants-puberty. “I’ll..see you later? Amiga?”
Kyle was staring at her mouth, which meant Kate licked her lips nervously and instinctively, before she realized that that was probably not the nicest thing of her to do. She cleared her throat, then…
Well, then, burst out laughing. “I plan on it, carito,” she said, “once I get myself back in order. You do the same? Don’t, uh, get frostbite anywhere problematic?”
Kate’s laughter definitely helped break the heat wave. Kyle grinned back, feeling his shoulder muscles finally starting to relax. He took a deep breath and nodded, earnestly, methodically scraping his palms against the front of his jeans.
“Not gonna happen. Damn this LA sun. Smog. You know. So…” He wanted to hug her or something, but that would just get everything sideways again. He considered shaking her hand, but that would just be stupid.
Kyle saluted and said as cheerily as he could, “Hasta mañana, mi mejor amiga.” And with that, he spun on his heel and hustled across the street, thinking only of Kate’s tongue darting against her lips.
That Ollie Queen. One damned lucky sonuvagun.