<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Ryw8S5q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Campus Athletic Center<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 7th, 2017, mid afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Netty | Marionette<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Laura finally realizes that Netty wants to fuck her. She tries to look cool but just gets nervous instead, before opening up about her past a little bit<br/><hr/><br/>Laura was a child in some ways, and in others, a woman that had been made to do more than an 18 year old should ever have. She still was trying to work out the signals that Netty was sending her. The subtle flirtations, the meanings behind the way she looked at Laura, it was a puzzle to her. But as Netty slowly unwrapped the chocolate protein bar, and suggested in a husky murmur that she tasted better than chocolate, it was the most pointed advance she had been given, or at least the most noticeable to her naive sensibilities. Laura had been propositioned for sex before, dozens of times if not hundreds. Some part of her recognized it for what it was, and she could instantly remember standing on street corners next to steaming manholes, doing her best not to go to bed hungry.<br/><br/>Such a pointed innuendo might have disgusted her, or left her feeling numb at one point in her life. But when it came from Netty, Laura felt her skin light up, as warm as if she'd already done her workout. Her nipples became painful pebbles beneath her athletic bra, and she pinched her thighs together as if she could hold back the wetness gathering at her lips.<strong>"Heh, I uh... I would like..."</strong>Laura was dumbfounded, unsure how to respond. She couldn't help the big, painful smile that slowly pushed her cheeks upwards. Despite her inability to communicate, it was obvious to Netty that her thirsty remark had its intended effect. She closed her mouth when she realized it was hanging open, and swished her tongue around her teeth to wet the sudden dryness. She was suddenly so nervous about saying the wrong thing and making Netty not like her, but not saying anything wouldn't help either!<br/><br/><strong>"I like chocolate!"</strong>The four syllables practically flew out of her mouth as fast as she could push them out, the sound loud and anxious. Her face twitched between a smile and a frown as she tried to reconcile her all too sudden humiliation. The mutant's eyes went wide as she realized how much of a spaz she had just been, and she had to hide her concern that Netty now hated her. Who wouldn't? Laura was dumb, just a monster raised in a cage. She didn't belong around real people like Netty.<br/><br/>Laura's voice dipped as she turned to the pullup bar, suddenly shy as she broke eye contact and spoke in a hush.<strong>"I'm gonna do this thing... When I get on the bar, can you... Turn that crank thingy?"</strong>Laura indicated a crank built into one of the vertical shafts of the pullup frame. She crumpled up the wrapper of her protein bar and dropped it on top of her duffle bag, before taking her place beneath the pullup bar and reaching high above her head to grab it. When Netty turned the crank, she would find that it moved smoothly, with small effort, and each rotation of the crank slowly lifted Laura's pullup bar higher into the air, stopping only when the bar reached the top of the frame. Suspended ten feet up, Laura was conforted by their distance. It would be hard to humiliate herself if she stayed far away from Netty.<br/><br/><strong>"I was on the streets too,"</strong>Laura grunted, as she hoisted herself up and completed her first pullup easily. She possessed obvious upper body strength, the motion so seamless and repetitive as she cranked out five more in quick succession before slowing down.<strong>"That sucked."</strong>She didn't know how to say it any more than that. If Netty's experiences had been even half as bad as her own, they both knew they didn't need to talk about it that much more.<strong>"Before that, I was, an assassin, I lived, in a lab,"</strong>there were several breaks in her sentence as she took deep breaths in between a pullup, finally beginning to break a sweat as she completed her 20th repetition. She had mentioned some of this to Netty before, in their first time meeting together, but Laura didn't sound snarky or self-pitying like she had then.<strong>"That sucked too."</strong>She cranked out ten more pullups before she risked taking a look down at Netty, wondering if the other girl thought she was a freak yet.