<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 gets a second wind. She starts to get turned on while she's playing. Her mind ignites into problem solving mode as she wins the match. After the game, she helps Rogue up with her tennis racket. Then walks over to the benches to dry off. She starts the discussion of the date.<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>Autumn Tennis Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/XrBXtHZ.jpg) --  No more sweater though, this Tank Top is underneath (http://i.imgur.com/g9wXhu3.jpg)<br/><hr/><strong>“I don’t think you know how happy a paddle would make me.”</strong>It was an old memory, one that had turned from sour to exciting in her mind as she aged, but being spanked had been part of Salem’s life for a good while, even if it was only fantasy. There were two levels of reality colliding in the redhead’s mind.<em>‘I’m turned on...I like Rogue’ - 'And' - ‘I have a best friend.’ </em>It wasn’t a difficult place for her to find herself. But it made for an odd end to a tennis match.<br/><br/>The spank that had come when she wasn’t expecting it, the one right before the last game. That had given Salem a serious dip into erotic-land. Salem exhaled a little chuckle, bringing her hand to her mouth to cover the sound like some kind of child. She was so exhausted, she was reverting to ancient learned behavior. It was very odd. The feeling of being spanked was more erotic of a touch than she’d ever really gotten. That was strange too. Her entire body was starting to feel something else along with the exhaustion. Her tummy swelled, and a few butterflies lifted through her abdomen.<br/><br/><strong>“You’re lucky…” </strong>Her breath was staggering as she prepared for the end of this sexy evening tennis match.<strong>“...lucky that… I’m - not cooking any-...time soon.” - “Let’s do this, sweetheart.” </strong>Salem said it like one of those strong macho assholes talking to a pretty slut at the bar. Salem was playing with the netting of her racket as she watched Rogue prepare for the serve.<br/><br/>Salem didn’t live in Rogue’s mind. And Rogue didn’t live in Salem’s. But the two of them at this time in their lives had more in common than either of them would likely ever know. The circumstances had their nuances. There were pros and cons attached to each of their particular mutations. And the product was the same, they were frustrated little birds trapped in cages that didn’t let them connect with people.<br/><br/>The redhead was too naive to really understand what was happening between the two young women on the court. She could feel the reality of the situation as the games ticked on; as the points glided on and off of the court in their silly green fuzzy ball-shape, Salem grew more and more conflicted. She was in the zone though. Her body had passed the point of exhaustion, and she had gotten that adrenaline kick that most people called a second wind. She felt posed, sharp, even stronger. Her mind started to kick into overdrive. As the ball traveled to and fro, the rhythm of their rackets and the squeak of their shoes provided a landscape for Salem’s mind to converse with itself.<br/><br/>It was the last game. Each thought was timed with a volley, like some kind of internal beat poem of problem solving.<em>‘So, it all started with a spank?’ - ‘No, It had to have started before that.’ - ‘Little smiles, jokes from months ago.’ - ‘years ago?’ - ‘long enough.’ </em>There was a small break in the action. Salem and Rogue’s match was too intense for them to talk. Her mind ran away freely<em>‘If she can’t touch anyone than she knows this isn’t really going to go anywhere.’ - ‘I’m so soft…’ - ‘Is that sweat or something else.’ </em>She was hot from head to toe, and her second wind made everything tingle a little bit.<em>‘It doesn’t matter’ - ‘I need to win.’ - ‘Rogue will understand.’ - ‘I hope I’m not leading her on.’ </em><br/><br/><strong>“Thirty-Fifteen.”</strong>Salem sent the ball spinning with perfect placement toward Rogue as she was pulling ahead in the game. The rhythm came back with her thoughts.<em>‘No way, I’m just getting spanked and I like it.’ - ‘Of course, I could’ve told her to stop.’ - ‘what does it matter, we’re friends.’ - ‘I can’t even touch her, I can’t ruin this friendship with awkward attempts at intimacy.’ - ‘That’s perfect.’ </em>Another one of Salem’s shots went through. It was the game point, she prepped for the serve hardly skipping a beat. She almost taunted Rogue, but this close to the end, nothing in her head sounded like it was friendly, so she kept it to herself and just announced the game point. The volley thought beat continued.<em>‘I’ll talk to her.’ - ‘She’s my girl.’ - ‘But I need the Practice. I want to date her.’ - ‘This game is mine, and I’m burning up.’ - ‘I’ve never felt like this.’ - ‘So tired. So wet. So revved up.’ - ‘Is this what sex is like?’ - ‘Doubtful.’ </em><br/><br/>One point went to Rogue. Salem didn’t seem to notice. The last volley had been long. She was setting Rogue up for a killing blow.<em>‘I want her too, though… badly I think.’</em>Salem looked across the court,<strong>“Match Point.”</strong><br/><br/>Salem’s mind went blank as she systematically ended the match.<br/><br/><em>‘I should talk to her.’ </em>Salem smiled, her fists balled up and pressed against her hips. She’d dropped her racket the moment she saw Rogue miss the final volley. Her head was leaning back. It had been within two points.<strong>“I can’t believe this.” </strong>Her racket came into her hand.<br/><br/>Salem’s heart was racing. It was the best workout she’d had in months. She moved slowly toward Rouge before she ended up on that side of the court.<strong>“Rogue… Well played.” </strong>Salem was above Rogue, offering her bare hand down to Rogue's gloved hand to help the girl back up to her feet. Salem lifted Rogue and started her way toward the benches where the water was.<strong>“Are you alright? You really went for it.”</strong>She turned toward her tennis partner for the response and nodded as she listened to the answer.<br/><br/><strong>“I thought for sure you had me like… the whole match.” </strong>Salem found a bench, but she didn’t sit down. She brought out a towel and started to wipe her body clear of sweat. It was cold outside, and in a matter of minutes that body heat was going to be gone, and she would be shivering under the autumn winds with soaking wet skin. The towel was perfect. Her racket found a home leaning against the bench as Salem dried off.<strong>“Looks like we have a date and time to set?”</strong>The ruby quartz turned to Rogue, there was a sharp smile on Salem’s lips. She wasn’t sure what else to say, so she tried to keep her lips closed until the right words found their way into her mouth.