<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 40-love<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>Autumn Tennis Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/XrBXtHZ.jpg)<br/><hr/><em>‘Hot and sweaty?’ - ‘A date?’ - ‘No takebacks,’ - ‘a cute couple? No takebacks, oh wow she’s like really good at this.’ - ‘What in the hell is happening ri-’ - ‘whoa, ball!’</em><br/><br/>Salem felt the trajectory of the ball and her feet moved first. She was in the same state that Rogue was in. She didn’t want to try and force everything. And there was something magical about the perfect serve and receive that both of them had learned to appreciate. A nice solid communication between the players was what set up the misdirections and the more fun plays later in the match.<br/><br/>Their rhythm was fast. Tennis was a powerful game for Salem to play. It helped her understand her abilities better. Once the ball came off of Rogue’s racket, she could always tell right where it was going. Her reaction speeds were by far the most powerful part of her game. Her own ability to hit the ball was good, and her placement of the ball was damn near professional. She knew where she had to hit the ball, and what kind of spin it needed, but the techniques with the racket to make that work was still being learned.<br/><br/>The worst part of her game was that she was easily fooled, and her competitve spirit often got in her way, forcing her to exert too much energy too soon, or to overlook basic essentials to the sport, like moving back to the center of the court after volleying. It puzzled her, when her body was put to the test, her tactical abilities started to fail first.<em>‘I love this game.’</em><br/><br/>The first point went to Rogue. Salem had been surprised by the serve, and she’d over compensated on her effort to get there. She couldn’t return it when Rogue brought it back to her with ease. Salem was on one side of the court, and Rogue delivered it to the other. She ran to try and catch it, but her backstroke wasn’t long enough and the ball skipped by her innocently.<br/><br/>The next two points went this way as well. While Salem was trying to think about the sudden love interest in her life. She was conflicted in about nine different ways.<em> ‘I like boys and girls now?’ - ‘She started to watch Rogue with a different state of mind, and suddenly, everything on the court felt like foreplay.’ </em>Salem hadn’t even really ever experienced foreplay before, but she recognized this feeling. Rogue was turning her on, and she was pretty sure that the same could be said for her tennis partner.<em> ‘But I can’t touch her. No one can. No one has…’ - ‘well, we still have that in common.’ - ‘If I win I can take her out on a game.’ </em>She was down 30-love.<em>‘She has me all mixed up.’ - ‘She’s probably not trying to throw me off just to win a game or two.’ </em>Salem know Rogue personally at this point.<br/><br/><em>‘Do I want a girlfriend?’ - ‘It sure would expand my potential list.’ </em>She was down 40-love almost instantly. She received the serve with too much strength, and overshot the court.<strong>“Damnit!”</strong>She was getting a little frustrated already.<br/><br/>As the girls prepared for the next serve, Salem took her time to get into position.<strong>“If you win, what do you want from me?”</strong>Salem had a feeling that this wager was going to be a win/win for both girls, but she wanted to know what they were playing for. She was meandering on the backside of the court, but she wasn’t on the correct side to receive the serve. Slowly, her feet carried her across the back-line. The racket was over her shoulders.<strong>“Right now it just seems like you want to win so you don’t have to date me.”</strong>She was smiling, a little self-defeating, but in good nature and spoken with a playful leniency in her tone.