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Wednesday night Flashback[/color][/sub][/right]

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[indent]Wednesday was date night for the couple, just a night they set aside some time to spend some time together as they both could get busy during the week. KC especially had become busier during the week after her Miss Teen America win but she always made sure Wednesday was free or as free as she could get it. Unfortunately this week she had a short radio interview to conduct before the two could really enjoy their night together. 

Mitch being the supportive boyfriend he was told her he would come and they could just leave from there for their plans, of course KC still felt bad though. Thus she got her grandma to make some of her famous cheesy potatoes for Mitch seeing as if KC even attempted it she would most likely burn the whole house down. When she gave him the potatoes she probably ensured him 100 times that she wasn’t the one who made them as he had already had the misfortune of trying her cooking once, the one time something of actual substance made it through the process. 

The interview went by quickly, the questions for the most part the same as other interviews had been. The girl having to drive the interview herself in a direction she would prefer to talk about instead of simply all the makeup and clothing. KC silently thanked the lord that the swimsuit competition had been removed years prior. Though she enjoyed making the outfits for the competition she didn’t do the competition to be recognized for her looks, she did it to help bring a voice to the things that need a voice. Her monologue made that pretty clear. Yet many interviewers wanted to focus on the superficial parts of the competition, it just meant she had a lot of work to do.

Exiting the room and making her way over to where Mitch was she smiled at him, ready to spend the night with just him. The first thing on the agenda was paintball. Something Mitch had introduced KC to and she’d only really do with him. She enjoyed it but the one time she tried it on her own she got annoyed by guys trying to hit on her or calling her princess due to looking like she wasn’t fit for the activity. That is why she only did it with Mitch, showing up with him kept most people from saying anything to her. Also kept her from almost getting in fights with said people.

[color=1A36FF][b]“Ready to go?”[/b][/color]

Like clockwork. Every Wednesday, they went on a date. Every engagement she had, he kindly offered his support, sitting somewhere secluded with his hoodie on, as he played Candy Crush on his phone. Every time she felt bad, she gifted him. He understood his girlfriend like he understood the depths to cyberspace. She sucked at Chemistry, he easily helped her with that, even if it was a simple boost in her grade within the system. She had two distinct sides, a coin he could easily flip. The princess and the warrior. Beauty in one hand, strength in the other. She thrived in making a difference, speaking out when she thought she should, intervening when she probably shouldn’t, and dreaming big, because her dreams were what separated her from everyone else. 

Glittering beads of sweat trickled down his face, Mitch Clark cursed this place that didn’t have their AC on. Fuck the windows being open. AC provided controlled temperatures. He waited, as usual, thinking about the thousand and one things he could be doing, then sitting in this lobby. Thinking about wanting a drink, wanting more food than these cheesy potatoes he finished the moment it was given to him, wanting to be on his supercomputer  scanning the jungle of algorithms and hearing the glorious violent beating of his fingers against the keyboard and the spin of his CPU cooler fan. Bored, he was bored, but anything for his girlfriend of two years. 

His dark hollow eyes glanced up from his phone, no sign of emotion for a good moment as they locked eyes. To extract the human in him took KC years to work on. That machine he could only control shifted into that one-of-a-kind cheshire grin, wide and open, his white teeth shining in the light, [color=b7f258][b]“More like, ready to get your ass kicked?”[/b][/color] Standing up, he pocketed his phone and put his arm around her shoulder, starting to direct them to their destination, which was walking distance from this radio station. At least they had that going for them. He looked ahead, always straight ahead, never up to the sky, never down to his feet, always looking at what was in front of him and listening to the sounds around and behind him. 

KC rolled her eyes at her boyfriend’s comment leaning into him as she let out a laugh, her arm naturally fitting around his waist. [color=1A36FF][b]“It is so on! I'm finally gonna kick your ass!”[/b][/color]  she grinned, glancing up at him. Her competitive side showing fully. [color=1A36FF][b]“So what are we putting on the table tonight? Nothing boring tonight like loser pays for dinner, I need more motivation to win.” [/b][/color] Her chocolate eyes held a mischievous glimmer as she raised an eyebrow, curious to what he could come up with.

[color=b7f258][b]“Person who wins gets to pick how we fuck tonight.”[/b][/color] Crude. As always. [color=b7f258][b]“If I win, we’re going back to your place and doing it on Jasmine’s bed. Just sayin. She will never know.”[/b][/color]  He could’ve done something ten times worse, like they could go full on exhibitionist, but doing it while most of her family was home was a good second. 

KC shivered as she thought of everything that could go wrong, mainly Jasmine finding out. She needed to win, she’d like to live to at least 80. [color=1A36FF][b]“Fine. If I win, I get to try tying you up this time.”[/b][/color] She replied nonchalantly. 

Shortly after, the couple arrived at the paintball building. Kiara let go of Mitch, leaving his side to pay and retrieve their gear. Within a few minutes she returned to her boyfriend’s side carry everything they needed for the night. [color=1A36FF][b]“Ready to be dominated for the first time tonight?”[/b][/color] Her lips contorted in a wide smirk as she held his gear out to him. From this point on until the game was over, they were enemies. This was war and KC was determined to be victorious. 

[color=b7f258][b]“You wish, babe. Your ego is going to get so bruised. And y’know,  it would suck if that pretty little face of your’s does too, [i]Miss Teen USA[/i].”[/b][/color] He purposefully mocked her title because he hated pageant culture. He was allowed to tease. That was a privilege he had as boyfriend! 

If there was one thing that he definitely could never get behind, it was how she thought she had to join a ‘pretty’ contest to get her message across. Whatever, he was the boyfriend so he had to support and if she believed he always had her back, things would always be good for them. That was the only way she’d give him any sex anyways.  Happy girlfriend, happy life. Or however that saying goes. 

Before she put any face gear on, he stole a kiss, biting her bottom lip before releasing her,  [color=b7f258][b]“I never lose and I won’t lose tonight.”[/b][/color] As stoic as he can be, when he was in playmode, his emotions took surface. KC was lucky to witness this more than anybody else he knew. 

As always, her boyfriend knew how to tease her. The kiss he stole simply leaving her wanting more as she saw his emotions surface like they did in situations like this. That side of him that she knew better than most, seeing it, getting to experience it, it was more or less a turn on for her. KC loved both sides of her boyfriend, but this side really stole the show. 

Biting the same lip Mitch had just bit, KC donned her face gear. The war was on.[/indent]
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[indent]The brunette exited the building with a slight pout, her arms crossed over her chest in defeat. She felt like she had been so much closer to winning that time but, of course, Mitch won in the end. KC wasn’t all that surprised by her loss, but it didn’t mean that her pride didn’t take a hit with each loss. She was competitive, whether against her boyfriend or a stranger she always went all in. 

[color=1A36FF][b]““I’m never gonna beat you at paintball am I?”[/b][/color] KC questioned, turning to face Mitch. 

[color=b7f258][b]“Damn right you’re never going to win!”[/b][/color] The blonde grinned widely at his girl, with his egotistical self. [color=b7f258][b]“It’s okay, babe. Next time, I’ll go easy on you. Maybe then you’ll stand a chance.”[/b][/color] Mitch was terrible at making her feel better after she lost, because well, he liked winning and he would shove it in her face until she can do the same right back. This was how things were and she either loved it or hated it. Depended on the day. Her hellcat always hated it. Her hellcat actually hated everything Mitch did. Cats sensed things and if there was one thing Momo sensed it was Mitch’s lack of empathy for just about everything that wasn’t him. Walking beside her, he rested his hands on his unruly hair, smiling to himself and leading the way to the car. 

Rolling her eyes at her boyfriend’s typical egotistical self, she caught up to her boyfriend trying to keep up with his long strides. The beauty queen sometimes got bothered by his lack of empathy but she was pretty much used to it by this point in knowing him and dating him. There were definitely times where it had caused some slight problems between the two, times when all she wanted was even a little bit of empathy from her boyfriend. He had been improving in the moments when it was more of a critical need in their relationship and really that is all KC could ask for. She wasn’t going to expect him to change, but the fact he would try was enough for her. 

[color=1A36FF][b]“Go easy on me and I will have to kick your ass for real.”[/b][/color] KC joked, although she would be slightly upset if he did go easy on her. He wouldn’t do that though. No matter what the two did, if it had any form of competition then they both went full out. A cheeky grin made its way onto the brunette’s face as they reached the car, she stopped and leaned against the door facing him.

[color=1A36FF][b]“So we going to actually do things in the proper order? Or are we skipping dinner and going straight to dessert like last time? Maybe a taste of dessert before dinner?”[/b][/color] KC hand toyed with one of the strings of his hoodie as she tugged on it slightly, beckoning him closer. Her eyes meeting his as she bit her bottom lip, the same lip he had bit prior to their game. The same one that had left her wanting more. She hadn’t forgotten that bit of teasing from earlier, nor his emotions coming to the surface. If there was one thing that turned the beauty queen on, it was seeing that rare side of her boyfriend. Maybe it had to do with the fact that when things got heated between the two, she also saw a bit of the same thing. Right now that isn’t what mattered though, Mitch was the only thing running through KC’s mind right now and she wasn’t gonna just leave where they were without something more than the teasing kiss from earlier.

A toxic way of life this was where sexual advances became their main language. Nothing was done by accident by these two lovers. Especially not Mitch, who did everything he wanted. He preferred lust to love. It kept things worth fighting for. A devious smirk graced his face as he stepped closer to her. Step by step. One foot in front of the other. With total disregard of his surroundings, he lifted her up, grabbing her by the waist, pulling her up close against his chest, while pressing her ass against the car window. 

There’s a vulnerability in her eyes he couldn’t resist sometimes, especially when she wanted him so bad.  No words were said back. Instead, he firmly pressed his lips against hers and let his tongue slip into her mouth. PDA at its finest and he didn’t care. Taking it to the next level, he let his fingers trail up her shirt… she asked, and so she received but not because it was for her. Oh no. He got far more pleasure out of this and if he felt like it, he could pull away and leave her disappointed. Mitch could move her and that was all that mattered. 

A gasp of surprise escaped KC’s mouth as he suddenly lifted her up and pressed her against the car. She then grinned as she wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him physically closer, her lips and tongue moving with his as soon as they made contact. Her hands wrapped around his neck, one snaking its way into his hair. After a little time of playing with his hair she let her hands trail down his chest and abdomen, leaving them to tease along his waistline. Her mind and body both totally captivated by him.

[b]“Get a damn room!”[/b] A stranger yelled off at the distance. 

[color=b7f258][b]“GET FUCKED!”[/b][/color] Mitch pulled his lips off his girl and yelled back at the nobody. What a buzz kill. Like a trophy, he held onto KC and turned their bodies to look at a group of teens, tweens? One being a boy that had the audacity to yell at him. [color=b7f258][b]“You wished you had tits like these.”[/b][/color] The kids began to say profanities and act a lot older than they were. Rolling his eyes, no longer acknowledging them, Mitch glanced up at KC and smiled, [color=b7f258][b]“Let’s finish this on your sister’s bed.”[/b][/color] 

Kiara rolled her eyes at the interaction between Mitch and the group of teens or tweens. Amusement playing all over her face as she looked to her boyfriend just as he looked at her. She leaned in for a short kiss, this time biting his lip before pulling away. [color=1A36FF][b]“If I end up dead, just know it is all your fault.”[/b][/color] 

[color=b7f258][b]“I’ll take the blame if it means I get to have some of this.”[/b][/color] Mitch took a moment to appreciate her ass by squeezing it, before happily transporting her to the passenger’s seat. Yeah, he was ready.[/indent]