Owner	Pose
Vampirella	Vampirella looks around strewn bodies, then down at herself and the extremely watered-down blood coating her. She runs the tip of her middle finger over her belly to wipe up a more egregious rivulet of red human juice (made, sadly, from concentrate) to lick off, then decides that is not an efficient way to remove the stains. She kicks a burly security guard's shoulder to roll his unresisting corpse over on the wet tile, strips him of the cheap black suit jacket he'd been wearing--she notes with amusement the logo of whatever company he worked for, the one embroidered over his breast, has been ruined by one of Domino's bullets: bullseye!--and shrugs into the thing with a grimace. Not only is it almost big enough to serve her as a dress, whatever synthetic fabric it's made of would give her a rash but for her rapid healing. Well, at least it shouldn't bother the leather-clad mutant whose back Vampirella will soon be pressed against and, hopefully, not getting too much 'blood' on. In her strange accent, smiling slightly, she says to Domino, "You mentioned an escape vehicle?"
Domino	Neena's still breathing heavily after the chaotic and impressive violence that unfolded earlier... yes, that's definitely white she's breathing heavily as she watches her new friend so easily... gets into disguise? Well, a little more coverage is probably a good idea for the rushing air they're about to encounter. It doesn't really take more than a second for Neena's eyes to flick up to lock on the mysterious mistress of the night's. "Oh, yeah... uhh... bike. Out back." Her eyes dart around again, body twisting as she orients herself, mind racing through the layout of the building before she's springing into motion, sprinting down an access hallway with a grin thrown over her shoulder, "Come with me if you want to... get a ride? I was going to do that whole Terminator 'want to live' thing, but like..." She shrugs and picks up the pace calling out in a cheery voice, "We already neutralized any possible threat that'd want to kill us here! So let's just get going!" And Domino's gleeful to find none of Gotham's more entrepreneurial residents have decided to try and steal the low, sleek sports bike waiting in the alley, gleaming black and all sharp, menacing angles interrupted by sleek, smooth curves for aerodynamics. She kicks a leg up to straddle the bike and slowwwly slides forward to leave a bit of seat for her guest. "It's... uhhh... well, if I'd known I was going to be picking up company I would've brought a sports car."
Vampirella	Vampirella chuckles, amused, low in her throat. "No, you wouldn't have," she chides gently, teasingly. She doesn't explain why. She just throws one mostly-bare leg gracefully over the sheet and scoots forward until she's pressed so closely against Neena you couldn't pass a paperclip between the mutant's back and the alien's belly. Her arms are loose, comfortable circles lightly draped around Neena's waist. Her right cheek is a spot of almost burning warmth pressed to the side of Neena's neck as she rests her chin easily on her new chauffeur's shoulder. Her breath is slow, soft, and made of warm steam. Okay, maybe she DID make an argument as to why Neena wouldn't have brought her bike if she'd known she'd be giving Vampi a ride.
Domino	Domino sighs out and smirks lopsidedly, "Yeah, probably not... I mean, even if I intended to, the way my luck works... well, sometimes it knows me better than I know myself!" The takeoff from the alley is smooth and /fast/, and definitely not because Neena's wrist flexes and she jolts the throttle to full when that warmth is pressed back up against her... her suit's not /entirely/ fireproof, but it's insulated, and so she's got some thoughts along the lines of 'How can I feel that warmth already?' But no Neena, focus. The bike's eating up the road and street lights are streaks in the night... focus on /not/ crashing Neena. Don't look like a goof in front of the demon-killing badass who's... no, no don't think about how close she is. "So.... uhhhhh... you got an address? I've got a place but it's not the Ritz!" ...Wait, did that sound like she was inviting the mysterious woman back to her place? Jeeze, the bike's not the only thing moving fast. Settle down, Neen!
Vampirella	Vampirella's at once enthralled by the bike (its speed is amazing, the power of it trembling between her legs is exciting, and the intimacy of the ride doesn't hurt at all) and a little disoriented by how the whipping wind muffles her otherwise superhuman sense of hearing. She's not so far gone she can't hear Domino speak, though, and she tilts her face up, cheek sliding silkily along Neena's jawline so her lips graze Neena's earlobe as she cheerfully calls back over the sound of the engine and the wind, "Sorry, can't hear you! Too loud! I guess we'll have to go to your place to talk." She punctuates her little joke not with a rimshot--dang, she forgot to bring her drums with her!--but with a little squeeze of Neena's waist.
Domino	Neena's lost in her thoughts, partly, but also... well, there's a reason so many of her jobs involve an egress plan that includes the bike. It doesn't roar like a chopper, it hums, whines like something from the future, but it practically /buzzes/ with the motion, a constant thrumming power she so often finds herself hanging onto... though every now and then she hits one of Gotham's less maintained streets and it starts bucking like a wild animal. Which is definitely something that happens just as that warm cheek glides against her skin and... she'd /swear/ they're a fiery comet racing down the street, how is that whipping wind so /not/ cold? Still, she's given directions. Her place. Well, /one/ of them. The bike slows to something a little less near-suicidal as Neena immediately adjusts and guides them towards one of Gotham's 'sleepy' neighborhoods. People barely ever get shot. Twice a month tops. And Neena's got a nice little one bedroom apartment under an assumed identity, with a solid steel core door that has a half dozen locks. A quiet Gotham neighborhood's still a Gotham neighborhood. When the bike comes to a stop outside the building, Neena moves fast, intent. Fingers lace with her guest's and she practically tries to drag her inside. Just so the neighbors don't get a chance to look out and see them arriving. For security. Totally.
Vampirella	The interlocked fingers. That's what does it for Vampirella. The rest had been something in a nebulous liminal space between teasing and flirting, but the fingers...! Yeah. She never stood a chance. But that doesn't mean she has to show it. Vampirella strolls sedately into Neena's safehouse. As one would expect, it doesn't have a lot of personality; you don't keep photos of your mom in an apartment you expect to have to burn at a moment's notice. But it looks clean enough, doesn't smell bad (the jars of potpourri are a nice touch), and the stub of a hallway between the living area and dining area must lead to... Vampirella raises the hand still held in Neena's up over both heads and spins in a maneuver somewhere between a twirl and a do-si-do, until she's facing the slightly shorter woman. Her lips are curved in a gentle smile, and her eyes are locked unflinchingly on Neena's. Her free hand rises up to cup Neena's cheek--no, not her cheek, her jawline. The ball of her thumb traces the bottom outline of Domino's lower lip. "I'd like to kiss you," Vampirella explains in a low, soft voice. "Then I want to take a shower. It's up to you whether you join me."
Domino	Neena's not really... registering how things are unfolding. Really, she's just going with the flow, which is her usual method. Admittedly, usually that's not like... her method for dealing with meeting a tall, dark haired bewitching woman after tangling with a cult and like... a big dog demon thing? That's never happened before though, she's allowing herself the leeway to be a bit off-balance from it. And then any perplexity Neena was contemplating about just how quickly this is all going is swept away by a little spin from Vampirella. And it's certainly not coming back once that smile's filling her gaze,a nd then those eyes are meeting. That free hand on pale cheek? Oh, Neena might not be visibly blushing, but she's burning up now. That thumb along dark lower lip draws out a slow, shuddering exhalation of what might be every atom of breath she had. It definitely means there's a /deep/ and intense gasp of inhalation to follow. That offer hangs, filling the apartment, and blazing through Neena's mind. "I... yes. I'd like you to." And then her lips quirk into the slightest little daring grin. "The shower's not that big. But the bodywash can be tricky to find. I'll help."
Vampirella	Vampirella bends in slowly, carefully. She wants very much to just press right into Domino, but not like this, not while she's covered in blood. Neena has enough to worry about cleaning that combat catsuit as it. She squeezes Neena's hand very gently, the inside of her forearm pressing to the inside of Neena's, Vampirella's pulse a quick flutter in her wrist. Her eyes slip shut at the last instant of that slow dip in, her motions easy to avoid or turn aside if Domino wants to. Just because Vampi's as turned on as she's ever been doesn't mean she wants eagerness to overcome her respect. The hand on Neena's jawline drops away, fingers whispering down the side of her neck toward her shoulder as Vampirella's lips find Neena's. Her kiss is so tender the word 'tender' doesn't cover it. Her lips find Neena's upper lip, close on it sweetly, and give an almost imperceptible little suckle lasting no more than half a second before she pulls back...but no, only to adjust her angle and come in again, this time nibbling the lower lip before pulling back and adjusting. A dozen kisses like that pass in the next five seconds before Vampirella pulls back for real, her heart audible in the the quickness of the breath from her flared nostrils. "I'm, uh." She clears some of the hungry raspiness from her throat, and sounds much smoother as she says, "I'll see you in the shower. Maybe bring a garbage bag for this coat." She smiles brilliantly, turns playfully on her heels with one last look over her shoulder at Neena, and reluctantly lets go of the other woman's hands before walking to the bathroom.