<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mfs9DGd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tennis Court<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 3rd, 4:50 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Flirt Tennis, Salem goes down love-one in sets. But then goes up 15-love in the game ass she serves her beautiful power serve.<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>Autumn Tennis Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/XrBXtHZ.jpg)<br/><hr/>Salem had gotten pretty good at keeping track of their scores in her head. And the game, of course was practically designed to be easily tracked and scored by the players. But she was way off. Her brain wasn’t in the game, and her heart was profoundly confused. Then she gave up the game point and she groaned.<br/><br/>That was the first time Rogue had ever just shut her out on the opening game.<strong>“Ok, long way to go girly.”</strong>Salem started to approach the net as well and watched as Rogue took the long way over to be physically close to her again. She paused this time, expecting the spanking. Her subconscious wanted the contact, so she paused and practically leaned into the punishment for losing the first round.<strong>“Ooh.”</strong>She squeaked again and walked to her side of the court. She was blinking a lot, trying to sort out her confusion that just continued to build on her.<br/><br/>The stakes were clear then, and Salem knew for sure that she had to win. If there was any chance of getting something going with the southern belle on the court with her, she would have to avoid cooking for her for a little while. Salem was useless in a kitchen. She could pretty much only get that oven baked homemade macaroni and cheese right. There was one more reason to win, as if her competitive spirit needed the boost.<br/><br/>Salem had a powerful serve, but it wasn’t overwhelming. She would need to do well in this game to keep herself leveled. If she went down 2-0 in the first set right away she would be put into a state of minor panic, and probably try to catch up the whole game.<strong>”cooking for you huh, Ok, its a deal. You’re going down either way, sweetheart.”</strong>salem’s foot sank into the ground and she prepped her serve<br/><br/>She put herself into her stance,<strong>“love, one. Set two”</strong>The ball was tossed upward. As the green fuzzy came sailing down, Salem leaped, grunted and launched the ball at Rogue.<br/><br/>She was really trying to power through the serve, but it came back to her anyway ant the second set was on. She was ready for Rogue this time, and she gave it even strokes to Rogue, keeping herself centered and balanced. The servers advantage quickly faded with these two playing together, neither of them were much a power player. Their exchange lasted a while for the first point. Salem had to focus. Her technique was where she needed to put her active mind, most of this game came naturally to her. After the volley came back and forth five times she managed to sneak the ball past Rogue’s racket and place it on the back right corner of the court.<br/><br/><em>‘There we go.’</em>Salem prepped the next ball and bounced it off the court a few times, waiting for Rogue to get into place. She resumed her stance and announced the score.<strong>“Fifteen - love.”</strong>Up, jump, grunt, and the ball came rocketing at Rogue again with Salem’s graceful form landing with a technically sound follow through on the other side of the court.