( open ) ❤ ❝ you're a fine girl ❞

[recoined]

CHARACTERS: kimberly hart & you!
LOCATIONS: all around the city!
WARNINGS: n/a. will warn in subject line.
SUMMARY: a variety of open starters for your enjoyment.

↪ crunches

( nearly every afternoon, just like clockwork, kimberly finds herself strolling into the well-lit lobby of crunches.

a few days a week, as the schedule allows, she can be found preparing for her zumba class. warm ups are done against the ballet barres, stretching like any good athlete should, blaring music through the room's speaker system. if she's alone (or in good company), kimberly dances to the beat, aimless enthusiasm expressed in spins and high-kicks and sways of her hips side to side. there's no real talent or trade, just boundless energy worked out to upbeat pop and r&b. occasionally, though, beats of late 2000s throwbacks will catch her attention; don't be surprised if you catch her singing along. feel free to watch, or maybe attend a class. just be prepared to work up a sweat.

if there's no class scheduled, kimberly can be found on a few different machines on the gym floor. the elliptical is her favorite, though the erg ("rowing machine, ergometer, erging") helps her build upper-body endurance. if she's feeling particularly masochistic, the lat pulldown does the trick. challenge her to a race, critique her form, whatever floats your boat.

when all is said and done, after a well-deserved shower, kimberly will happily treat herself to a post-work-out beverage. some days, it's pseudo-healthy smoothies (there's fruit in it!) from the juice bar ... and sometimes, it's just a giant cup of caffeine and sugar from deja brew. don't shame her. calories don't count after workouts, right? )

↪ blue spring pool

( what does a teenage girl do on her days off, when her friends are busy and her workouts are done? lounging at home isn't the answer — she can do that any time, and the warm weather isn't going to last forever; instead, kimberly can be found sprawled out on the grassy shores next to blue spring pool, a towel spread out underneath her swimsuit-clad frame as she soaks up the warmth of the sun. she's got to keep up her tan, you know?

while she often has headphones in, nodding and, okay, occasionally humming (or maybe singing) along to a particularly good beat, feel free to come snag a spot nearby. there's plenty of spots in the sun to lay out, and with the big trees, there's plenty of shade too for those that want it. feel free to ask what she's listening to, or just strike up a conversation.

when the sun beats down long enough and sweat starts to pool on the nape of her neck, kimberly will abandon her towel for a dip in the chilly spring water. it's seventy degrees year round, bordering on too cold, but it's refreshing after hours in the sun. come join her for a splash, or maybe just admire the view. )

↪ the deviant

( for all that clary ribs her about having a busy schedule, kimberly does have free evenings every so often, ones where she doesn't want to necessarily plan around another person or cater to anybody else's interests. on those evenings, she heads into the west side of the city, riding the trolley until it drops off just outside of a busy nightclub. she's sure there must be others, but the deviant's thumping bass had lured her in.

the music inside is loud and fast, upbeat dance-worthy hits and forgotten gems spun out by a dj on a second-story balcony; it's just right for sidling up to someone a little too closely at the bar, an excuse to linger with a grin and a pending drink order until someone catches the bartender for her. come buy her a drink, or maybe question her order or order her something else entirely. she won't complain. (much.)

and while the bar certainly offers its allure, the majority of her evening is spent on the dance floor itself, bass thumping in her chest as she lets her body move to the music. there's no planned steps here, no trained movements, just a natural rhythm. sometimes, she dances by herself, just lets the music guide her; sometimes, she reaches out, finds the first willing partner, lets them lead the way. come dance with her, or maybe just watch. just don't try to drag her off the floor before she's ready. )

↪ wildcard, etc.

( want something special? feel like dropping a starter for me? go for it, kids. feel free to hit me up via semicolons / supergirl#2740 / pm if you feel so inclined. )

Comments

[recruited]

[ However indestructible she is on the outside that never accounts for the inside. Steve found that out the hard way. He was bigger and stronger after the serum, but he still crumbled just the same when he watched Bucky fall. Just as vulnerable on the inside as before. Which is mostly what he's worried about. Youth brings arrogance and with arrogance comes that feeling. Of flying too close to the sun. And the landing almost always hurts.

But he can't worry too much about Kimberly now. Not when she's pushing every button he has. She doesn't push him away which he didn't think would happen. Not after everything she said. If he were completely normal and not serum enhanced he might not have heard the sound she made. It might have gotten covered up by the music that's pounding in their ears, but there was no mistaking it. It sticks in Steve's brain and motivates him properly.

When the kiss does end she's asking him a question and for a moment he doesn't process. Still rolling over what happened. Finally he nods. ] Not anything that we should do out here on this dance floor. [ Which is the truth. He's going to let her pick where. Mostly because this sort of out and about lust he's experiencing is not something Steve goes through on the regular. ]

You wanna go somewhere? Anywhere.

[recoined]

God, that sounds good.

( does she want to go? yes. there's no hesitation in her nod or the murmured response, that solid and sure affirmation slipping through her lips loud and clear on the dance floor. where is the question, and her mind takes a moment to run through the options — his apartment, same as before unless he's moved, simple and straightforward but hardly comfortable, or her own address. there's not much of a debate there. )

Yeah, ( repeated again, emphasis given, before she lets her hand drag down his arm until it's curved across his palm, until their fingers tangle together with a tight squeeze. it gives her opportunity to pull him along with her, until they've cleared the dance floor and the straggling crowd around it, until they've abandoned the club altogether for the cool air outside and the echo of cars on the street. ) I do. I really want to.

( she hadn't driven tonight. she might be fond of adrenaline, but kimberly's seen enough dui-prevention commercials to last a lifetime. a taxi had brought her here, and one would bring her home. this time, it'd bring her home with a passenger. )

We're not on the dance floor anymore, either.

[recruited]

[ Steve is a simple guy. He hasn't had time to really evaluate the options of moving anywhere else. Of finding a place that's bigger and with more room. He's used to sleeping in smaller places. He's used to sleeping in foxholes and trenches. He's used to putting his head down in the mud. He could sleep and live just about anywhere if he needed to. At this point though with the things he would like to do with her he's not sure if the space there would provide a proper setting.

But Kimberly comes through. She takes his hand and pulls him with her. He doesn't resist. He goes along with her. She's quick and she takes them to the curb. He knows she's going to be hailing a taxi. Once they see one that is. But once she reminds him that they're not on the dance floor with prying eyes he smiles. He lets go of her hand and winds his arms around her waist to pull her in.

Finally he kisses her again. A little harder this time. A groan escaping when they make contact. The music is muffled, but you can hear the bass through the building. But he can hear Kimberly much better now. Smell her. Feel her. See her. His tongue slides along her lips as he pulls her against him. ]

[recoined]

( there's wanting in his touch this time, pure and greedy and demanding, as sturdy hands tug her that much closer, arms wrapping around her waist to keep her snug and flush against him. not that she wants to be anywhere else. no, there's something particularly eager about the easy way her mouth parts for his exploration, the column of her spine arching into the touch as his hands splay against the thin fabric of her dress. she wants to be right here, right now, the sheer force of desire keeping her rooted in place.

until, at least, the sharp beep of a taxi driver tapping on the horn pulls her from her admittedly blurry thoughts. one beep, and then two; there's nothing but slightly embarrassed laughter as they part for air, and then she's back to tugging him along, piling into the backseat of the cab and giving an address to the driver. to his credit, he looks more annoyed at the traffic than any sort of anything to having to wait for his passengers. perhaps that's to be expected in a place like this. )

It shouldn't take very long, ( a whispered admittance as she settles against the backseat, fingertips reaching out to draw lazy patterns against the top of his knee. ) I don't live very far from here.

( no more than ten minutes, really, even with traffic. the city's not that big. )