"Only when you're using your powers on me." *** She paused, looking down at him. "There are more comfortable places than this."
She paused, giving him that smile. He would feel the fuzziness creeping on his head for a moment. *** “Not for sulking.”
Kiss her. Kiss her. The tendrils receded and she frowned, shaking her head slightly. “Sorry. It’s... it’s difficult to control when I like someone.” *** “I’m always sulking,” he said, sitting up.
He smiled slightly. "It's okay. I'm not opposed to what it's telling me to do." *** She rolled her eyes playfully. "I'm sure."
Beck was in her apartment a few weeks later. They had gone on a couple of dates since then, and they had gone well. *** “All of it? You shouldn’t have done that.”
Levy was out doing hero work. He had confronted a thief in the street, standing before him. His hand was outstretched, electricity crackling from his fingers. He made quick work of him, knocking him out. He heard a quick shuffle behind him, and he turned to see the thief's accomplice pointing a gun at him. The young man was trembling, and hardly waited before firing twice, both striking Levy, who fell back. He sent a shockwave to the man before looking down with a shudder, using his powers to support him and hurry off. *** "You were busy sulking."
Beck frowned, looking up from her book as she heard the gunshots. She went to the window, pulling back the curtain, but saw nothing in the darkness. *** “I’m always busy sulking.”
Levy wasn't currently in his hero outfit. He hadn't quite found the time to put it on so figured he would be fine without it. However, the blood soaked into his white shirt as he made his way to her apartment, his finger slipping over the doorbell before he fell. *** "No you're not."
She frowned, coming to the door. Her eyes widened as she opened it and saw him and a sharp gasp left her lips as she bent down to him. “Lev... Levanin? Levy? What’s wrong? What happened to you?” *** “You don’t know my life.”
“Oh God. No, baby, no no,” she soothed, taking his arm. “You’re not going to die. Let me, uh...I gotta call Veronica, okay? I gotta call her. Come sit on my couch, okay?”
She set him down on her bed, leaving his side to call Veronica. He would hear her speak hurriedly on the phone, her voice more flustered than he would have ever heard her. She hung up and returned to his side. “Hi,” she told him, her brows knit in a frown. *** “You know I don’t like that.”
He looked over at her, his breaths ragged. "Beck." * * * (Zoop!) Veronica was quick to make her way, hurrying over to Beck's apartment.
She kneeled down next to him, putting pressure on the wound. "Yes, Lev," she replied, evidently distracted. * * * When she arrived, the door was ajar, with blood on the floor.
