Rusty water drips steadily from the decrepit awnings supposed to protect the sidewalks. Alind splashes forward, resolutely ignoring the asshole dogging her heels. "Come on," he begs, "I can't lose you, I love you, babe, please come back," and then he switches over to "What are you gonna do without me, eh? No job references, no nothing. You'll be stranded here. You need me too."
She doesn't care what he says anymore, because he already let the truth slip out. He doesn't want her as a lover, he wants her as a cheap navigator who also happens to be a convenient piece of tail.
As it turns out, she wanted him because he was damn good in bed, but her pride as a navigator demands a lot more stroking than her womanbits. She's got a vibrator anyway.
He tries to catch her arm, and that's it, that's the last straw. She looks up, waves imperiously at some random guy who's watching them on the other side of the street, and crosses the road in five big steps. A couple of cars screech when they see her leap over the barriers, but she cares more about the dirty rainwater soaked into her pant legs; a good thing she planned on throwing the ex-asshole's gifts away. And then she's pressed against the watcher's chest, grinning sharp and mean; if he doesn't play along, she might bite him. They're the same size -- she has an inch on him, really -- and she doesn't care for that much, but she thinks at least he's not ugly. His eyes are gorgeous, an improbably intense green; she wonders where he got the surgery done.
He arches an eyebrow, but when she leans into him for a kiss, he meets her in the middle. He's calm and steady, his hands strong on her back. He doesn't take liberties. She sort of wished he would, mostly to rub it in.
He's too controlled, there's not much chemistry. Might be because of the audience, though -- her ex-asshole is gaping a few steps to the side. If this goes any farther than macking on a sidewalk, she's making Green-Eyes shave. She doesn't enjoy moustache-burn on her ladybits.
Eventually, they're alone, and he lets go. She steps back, flicks a lock of blond hair away casually.
He looks her over, slow, missing nothing -- stops on her chest. Alind puts her hands on her hips. He's going to have to tread carefully -- if he mentions her rack isn't big enough, she might take it upon herself to ensure that his dick is never big enough, either. If he mentions it crudely, she might take off the whole package. She's got a knife and she watched a lot of surgeon movies.
He looks up at her face, smirks a little, quietly laughing; not at her, but with her. "Nice badge. Astrogater's guild, hm?"
And then he asks her if she's looking for a ride. She know he doesn't mean it as innuendo, and that's what makes her grin and say "Sure. Do I get free batteries?"