2010-01-16 - A Night in New York

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A Night In New York
Summary: Cheetah saves Marc from being robbed. Marc then invites Cheetah to his family's place in gratitude where the two chat for awhile. Mild flirting also ensues. (Note: may push the PG-13 boundries a little)
Who: Cheetah, Raze When: January 16, 2010 Where: New York City

Back home for a brief break in classes and a lack of bookings, Marc has returned to his home in New York City. Luckily for him, his family has owned an old brownstone that he's gotten to live in whenever he returns home. He's on his way there, unaware that some of the lower level (as in bottom of the barrel) members of Intergang have made their way into the city, and see Marc as, if you'll pardon the pun, an easy mark.

Cheetah loves large cities like this. Because she can prey on some lowlifes and nobody notices. Leaving her the means to slack her bloodlust and maybe even help clean out the genetic trash a little. She's on the prowl now, moving from building to building easily as she follows her nose on some possible ideal subjects.

Unaware of being stalked by intergang (themselves unaware that someone out there is stalking people like them), Marc stops by a street vendor. "Yo, Benny!" he calls to the man working it as he returns from a nearby building.

"Hey Marc. Usual?"

"Damn right." he says, pulling out his wallet. Once the transaction is done, Marc is on his way, being shadowed through the alleyways by the thugs. He turns into a connecting alleyway himself, as it's a shortcut to his place. Seeing the opportunity, the thugs step out into the open of the alleyway.

"Lookie what we got here. Seems someone don't wanna pay the toll for crossin' over to west 33rd." one of them says. Marc takes a look at both, and snorts in self-depreciating humor.

"Well **** me..."

"We will, pal. Well, not the way you'd probably want." the other, a woman with blonde hair with black streaks dyed into it, says. "Now give us yer cash before we turn you into another missing persons statistic."

Cheetah hears all this as if she was standing there. Pity it is women, makes her almost feel bad that they've fallen so far from those on the island at times. She knows that Marc is in a bad spot and it will make things harder. Silently she creeps down the wall closer to get ready to pounce.

"Lady, I wouldn't touch you to scratch you." Marc says. he knows how bad a spot he's in, but he never was one for cowering in fear, dropping into a martial arts stance. He knows these guys are armed, so his moderate fighting skill is probably useless. but he's not going to go down easily. The Intergangers smirk, each pulling out their weapons.

"Like I'd let you." the woman snorts.

Cheetah has the angle she needs. She wastes no time going at the one behind Marc with full speed. Dropping down and grabbing the girl by the back of the neck tossing her hard into the alley's wall. Only then is the a growl of anticipation and warning.

The girl is taken completely by surprise as she's grabbed an d thrown like a rag doll. Marc and the man in front of him turn to look at what's growling behind them. Marc's eyes widen in surprise, before he gives a small smirk. He wasn't expecting to be saved, let alone by Cheetah, but he's certainly not going to look a gift horse (or cat, in this case) in the mouth. The male thug however, is frowning. "Great. Is every city in this country infested with super powered freaks now...?" he mutters, taking aim at Cheetah. Unable to move fast enough to stop the shot, Marc calls "Watch out!" as the thug fires.

Cheetah is fast enough to react though. And move in ways most won't think of. "Keep the girl down. The man is mine!" She growls leaping up on the wall and then back down the bullet just missing her as she is lunging for the man with claws and fangs the only thing in her eyes is this man's death.

"Fine by me." Marc says, moving out of Cheetah's way as she lunges. The guy with the gun however, is unable to move, too stunned by Cheetah's incredible speed. The girl begins to get to her feet. Marc however, has closed in quickly enough that a simple thrust kick is enough to send her back into the wall and knock her out.

Cheetah is at least quick with her actions. Using her power and claws to just snuff the guy's life as his hand squeezes the trigger one last time in desperation. Tail flicking the gun is knocked away and she can't resist going in for some of the metallic red she needs the growl dropping to a satisfied purr.

Marc looks over as Cheetah kills the guy. While he doesn't like seeing the guy end up dead, he doesn't seem to be condemning her for it. On the contrary, he gives the feline woman a grin. "Never thought I'd see you in the big apple, Cheetah. Your timing is impeccable." he says with a chuckle. "I owe you one."

Cheetah tries to hide with her body some of what she's doing. She needs to get to the country soon. Less problems with livestock. Licking her red tinged muzzle. "Keep this a secret and we're even." Watching him carefully for his reaction.

Marc quirks a brow, then shakes his head with a laugh. "My lips are sealed." he says with a wry grin. "I was on my way over to my house. Any chance I can tempt you to come visit? You could probably do with some time out of the cold, and I wouldn't mind the company." he says. "The place is really bigger than one person really needs, but," he shrugs. "What can I say, it's home."

Cheetah turns back to the man to take some more off the guy, even searches him to see who he was. "Fur sort of counters the cold but I will need to clean up." She can't stop turning back to the wound as it calls to her feeding that predatory need she doesn't have fully controlled. "I waited too long," chastising herself for taking so long to hunt.

Marc nods. The thug's ID lists him as Joe Massiano, a local hood who got run in once or twice in metropolis, nobody major. Marc walks over to Cheetah and looks her over. "Yeah, I guess the fur would work to keep you warm, but at least this way you don't need to worry about someone else spotting you and freaking out over it or something for a little while." he says. The girl's ID was as minimal as Joe's. Another street thug with a short rap sheet.

Cheetah stands and licks at her mouth wiping it clean some. Eyes flick to the girl. "Hope she learns a lesson from this, but I doubt she will." She rolls her shoulders some and feels the rush from a hunt washing over to settle into that post successful glow. "ready?"

"Most street thugs never change. Some do though." Marc says, before nodding. "Yeah, c'mon. It's just about another half a block or so away." He adds, pointing down the alleyway.

Cheetah points up. "Just go. I'll follow and be there even if you can't see me." She springs up and climbs the walls to get to where she'll be a lot harder to spot on the ground.

Marc chuckles, but nods, and off he goes, making sure not to step in any of the excess blood left from the corpse. It doesn't take him long to get where he's going. It's a modern-equipped brownstone, not large, but not small either. "Home sweet home." he says, pulling out his keys.

Cheetah waits for the door to be open. Then she can jump down and dash inside without leaving much of a chance to be spotted. The thought makes her laugh as she runs a hand along her fur and the spots there. "Much warmer and nicer in here, Marc."

Marc laughs a bit as Cheetah zooms in, and shuts the door behind him as he steps in himself. "Thanks. I'm not home all that often, but when I am, I always crash here. The rest of the family lives down in Florida these days, so I have the place all to myself." he says, heading up to the main room of the brownstone, flipping on lights as he goes, with a few pictures hanging on the walls, and a room dedicated solely to comic books and novels and the like. "Make yourself at home. I'll show ya where the bathroom is in a minute, just wanna check my phone messages."

Cheetah stretches out and starts to look around. "I should clean up some. I must be a bit of a sight." She is in no rush though as she looks at the pictures and wanders about. Testing what the couch is like with one hand. She always does like a good lounge after a hunt.

Marc chuckles. "I dunno, I think you look pretty good. Well, the blood could stand to be washed off, but you know what I mean." He says. The couch is pretty comfy, and feels like it's probably also got a pull-out bed in it. How the makers managed to make it seem so comfy then, who knows. Marc returns a few minutes later, pulling off his coat, under which he's wearing a t-shirt rather than a heavy sweater. Looks like he's used to cold weather. "Nothing much there. Just telemarketers. God, I hate telemarketers." he says, shaking his head in annoyance. "I can show you the bathroom now if you want to get washed off.

Cheetah smiles a bit at Marc's words and says. "Well if I were without options I would be forced to use my tongue," letting the idea linger. Men tend to be easy to predict in some situations. "Just imagine how much worse it be to have to work as one Marc." She motions for him to lead on.

Marc quirks a brow at Cheetah's comment about having to bathe like a regular cat, and he does give a bit of a smirk. "That must be an interesting sight." he says, as he can't quite help the image it conjures up, he IS still a heterosexual male, after all, as he leads the way upstairs. "Yeah I guess so. But seriously, who in their right mind volunteers to be a telemarketer?"

Cheetah shrugs her shoulders smoothly. "No idea. Not this kitty." She waits for him to get almost all the way up the stairs and just leaps to cover the distance herself in the one smooth motion. Easier for her this way. "Sorry you had to see that in the alley."

Marc gives a lighthearted 'yikes' as she leaps over him, but then shakes his head and laughs. "No worries. I've watched a lot of nature shows back in the day when I was a kid, and more than my share of horror movies too. So I'm kind of desensitized to that kind of thing. I mean, it's something I probably could'a done without having to see, but I'm not the kinda guy who goes to pieces over it. I blame all the chair shots I've taken to the head." he adds as a joke.

Cheetah points out. "Can't smell what is on TV. That's what normally gets to people. But the bad stuff was kept inside this time. I have to hunt." The last said with a lick of her lips as she tries for any remaining taste. "Glad you haven't changed how you look at me, Marc."

Marc shrugs. "No real reason why I would, Cheetah. Fact is, there's a lot worse things out there than someone who's part animal needing to hunt because of the natural of the animal they happen to resemble, y'know." he says. "And if it's the smell of blood you're referring to, I've had more than my share of my own splattered over my own face since I started wrestling that it doesn't bother me any." he says, leading the way to the bathroom and opening the door. "You want a hand?" he asks. Then laughs a bit, rubbing the back of his neck. "I didn't mean that to sound like a come-on line, by the way. I mean, you're extremely attractive looking and all even with the fur and tail, but I just wondered if you wanted help. Fur's gotta be a b**ch to clean. It's a pain in the ass to get out of spandex and the like, and fur's a lot thicker than that stuff so...." he trails off, shrugging.

Cheetah looks at Marc through the mirror as she steps before it. "Sure. Make sure I don't have any on my back and arms where I can't see. Check my legs too." Turning on the water to get it warm and so she can wash at her mouth and neck. Her tail flicks to lightly slap at his side for his comment none the less. "Brushing it all is a major pain beyond belief."

Marc smiles and nods. Then laughs as the tail slaps at him, and pulls off his shirt to keep it from getting blood on it and begins doing a check over. Then smirks, nodding to the medicine cabinet. "I keep some brushes in there." he says, grabbing a washcloth and soaking the water in it. "You have some on your shoulders." he says, working to clean it off. "So what brings you to the Big Apple anyway? Keeping an eye out on me?" he teases.

Cheetah lets out an annoyed growl at hearing some got on her shoulders. She gathers her hair and looks around the bathroom for something to use to keep her hair up. In the end she uses a dry toothbrush like a hair stick. Not pretty but it will do. So her hands can be free now to work at her muzzle. "Work had me here. Tracking on some leads and what have you."

Marc grins, working on washing the blood out. "Guess I was lucky then that you happened to be in the area. Then again, I don't see many guys objecting to having such a good looking 'guardian angel' showing up at the right place at the right time." he jokes. "Let me know if I'm too rough. I've never washed a girl's shoulders before. Then again, other'n my stepsisters, Grandmother and stepmother you're the only girl I've ever had over." he says. "Comes with the whole territory of keeping Marc and Raze separate. Then again, since I also have a dorm on campus at Metro U, that might be part of it also."

Cheetah lets out a purr of a laugh. "Some angel I am." She is scrubbing at her face. "Long as you're not pulling out fur it should be okay." She has a lot to do to get her throat area clean. "So I'm a lucky one to get in here. Guess it helps since I know it is you by scent even if you're in or out of costume."

Marc grins, and continues working on Cheetah's shoulders. "Well, I can live with that." he says. "Gives me an excuse to have a friend over." he says, making sure to be gentle enough not to rip any fur our, but firm enough to get the blood out. "On the subject, feel free to drop by anytime. I'm not in a lot but I can get you a copy of a key to the place. Nice to have company over, y'know?"

Cheetah looks over her shoulder through the mirror at Marc, "You do know I'm a wanted criminal by the law right? That's called aiding and abetting. Tends to be frowned on." She finishes getting it to where her white fur is actually white again. "There." Running hot water to work the blood out of the cloth as best she can.

Marc grins. "Enh, so is having you visit right now. What's the law matter when it comes to helping a friend out now and then, hmm?" he says. "Besides, worse comes to worst, I spend a couple years in the slammer. It'll just add to Raze's character's rep when I get out. TNA, WWE, hell, ROH would still welcome me with open arms."

Cheetah wrings the cloth of water and turns the faucet off. "Done back there or should I stretch out and imagine you a pool boy as I sip on a margarita and you keep working?"

Marc laughs, pulling his own washcloth away and begins to wring it out as well. "I dunno, the image has it's appeal." he laughs. "But that's all up to you."

Cheetah takes the stick from her hair and shakes it out. She rubs her hands on her neck frowning. "Hate getting my fur really wet. Takes forever to dry. You got anything to drink here Marc?" She turns to face him and leans against the sink, the tail staying between them so it curls around her waist some.

Marc nods. "Yeah, I keep the place stocked for when I get the chance to swing by. Even got a mini-fridge here." he says, wandering to a larg mirror where the fridge happens to be located behind. "What'cha in the mood for?"

Cheetah sniffs the air to see what she can get from it to her options. "Not carbonated. Water is likely best, or juice. Nothing too salty."

Marc smiles, pulling out two apple juice bottles, and hands one to the feline woman. "Fine by me. I only carry water, apple juice, and chocolate milk around here anyway. I keep iced tea downstairs. The storebought mix stuff, anyway."

Cheetah opens the juice and sniffs at it before she drinks. "Thank you. Good to get the taste from my mouth when I can. When it lingers then it makes the craving harder to fight. Shall we get comfortable?"

Marc smiles and nods. "Sure, wanna hit the living room and watch tv?"

Cheetah nods her head. "Sure. Not much for TV often. I only catch the news at times. But relaxing and calming down isn't a bad idea at all."

Marc grins and leads the way back downstairs. "I never was one for the news. I tend to enjoy actual television more entertaining. I just recently started getting into South Park."

Cheetah glides along behind Marc working on the juice slowly. "Watched the show once. Didn't care for it really. I'm just not into that sort of entertainment." Shrugging as if it doesn't mater either way.

Marc chuckles. "Well, there's always Bleach, if you're into anime." he says with a grin.

Cheetah wrinkles her nose. "Bleach makes me think of the chemical. There's a show called Bleach?" She claims the lion's share of the couch by stretching out on it and reclining on her side.

"Yeah." Marc says, finding himself trying to figure out how to sit down now that Cheetah has made like a cat and tried to claim the whole thing for herself, and settles for moving her legs and tail so that they're laying across his lap as he sits down. "Kinda weird. The main character's this kid who can see ghosts and then gets turned into this supernatural creature called a 'Soul Reaper', in the dub, though according to the direct translation the term is actually 'death god' and goes around fighting evil forces and stuff. It's not bad...if you can tune out some of the more ridiculous stuff they do in filler episodes. Of course there's always my personal favorite. Godzilla movies." the grin is so wide it could rival the Joker's but without the malice. Instead it has a kind of nostalgic quality. "Been a Godzilla fan since I was five."

Cheetah lifts her tail to drape over her hips so her legs are just in his lap. "Not so into the movies where the monster is the bad guy and has to senselessly kill and destroy." Too close to home at times for her. "Bleach sounds like an interesting idea but I've not watched cartoon since I was little and even then it was Disney."

Marc chuckles. "Godzilla was never the kind who killed needlessly." he says with a smile. "He's a force of nature, neither truly good nor evil. Often, he's been all that's stood between Earth and annihilation from a genuinely evil, or at least genuinely aggressive, creature." But shrugs. "Okay, Bleach then. And I dunno that I'd call anime the same thing as cartoons. Cartoons are kids stuff only. Anime, on the other hands...anime gets into some weird ass stuff, lemme tell you."

Cheetah watches Marc, the juice mostly forgotten in her hand. "If only more were willing to see and believe the natural force of some things. I should warn you that TV that doesn't make me think puts me to sleep. Especially after a meal and 'bath'."

Marc quirks a brow. "Yeah? So what keeps you awake after eating and a bath?" he asks with a chuckle.

Cheetah thinks aloud with a grin, "Sunlight? No that just makes me catnap." She finishes her juice. "Often if I don't want to sleep, I nap more anyway, I tend to go and do work."

Marc smirks. "What's the old saying? 'All work and no play'?" he says with a wink.

Cheetah counters. "Keeps a mind sharp and a tummy thin."

Marc laughs, shaking his head. "Not quite the saying I was thinking of." he says. "Seriously, what do you do for fun? Besides hunting, I mean?" he asks deciding that since the legs are there, and she IS part cat, to see if she enjoys getting a leg rub. Some cats like it, some don't and some are completely indifferent.

Cheetah plays her tail between her fingers. "Hunting can be fun, but often it is more a need." She considers what does she do for fun. Her eyes watch his hands and she does enjoy the rub more woman then cat after all. "I used to run for fun. Like track and just to see what was there."

Marc smiles and nods. "So it was more of a hobby up till you gained your powers." he surmises, as he continues rubbing. "I guess I can relate. For me work can be fun too. Some parts more so than others." he grins.

Cheetah shakes her head. "It was fun and it kept my body in shape. Being in a lab and studying all the time doesn't give you a strong physical body most times." She stretches out some and relaxes. "I guess I've always had a hunter in me. I get a goal or prey and I run it down relentlessly."

Marc smirks at that. "Love a woman who knows what she wants." he says with a wink. "So you were a scientist?" he asks, interested in this bit of information she's let go. He hadn't known that about her before. "Better you than me. I was never the smart type. Well, not science smart. Always sucked at that kind of thing."

Cheetah nods her head. "Yes. Front of my field too for a long time. Ground breaking advances and all that sort of nonsense." She closes her eyes to try and let the past roll past her without pain and to fade back to where it belongs. "Science is easy. People are hard."

Marc shrugs, still rubbing the furry legs on his lap. "Some would say it's the other way around. But I guess everyone has their own opinions on it." he says. "Most wrestlers tend to like hanging out with people. Then again, some are just in it for the money. Those kinda people tend not to be in the business too long, and those that do make it, generally end up being hated by everyone else."

Cheetah gets a small smile. "Where are you adrenaline junkies stick together and keep hitting each other with those chairs? How... sweet." A small purred laugh coming from her. "People are easier for me now then they were before. Helps when you can smell their emotions and other things."

Marc grins. "Well, it's not all about the adrenaline rush." he says winking. "I like to think of us as very involved storytellers."

Cheetah can't help but let out a real laugh this time. "Sorry. I'm sure you do tell good storylines and all. Just before coming back to this... world," having to pick her word carefully. "I was watching some that had centuries to practice the art of a good tale. Raises the bar high for everyone else."

Marc shrugs a bit once more. "What can I say? I love a challenge." he says with a laugh of his own, as he keeps rubbing. "Besides, sometimes just because you're better at telling certain kinds of stories doesn't mean you always get to tell the best ones." he says, wagging a finger in mock lecture, while winking.

Cheetah thinks back to some of the stories she was told. "Most of them were pretty good ones. But they knew their audience. Just like you and your opponents do." She looks to the dark TV. "You know I was tempted once when I heard you were on the docket in a nearby city to show up in your fight like those extras that pop up in some fights just to throw a wrench into stuff."

Marc chuckles. "That, I think would have been a sight to see. A gorgeous woman shows up in the middle of a wrestling match just to fight someone at random? People would have loved it." He says. "People would start wondering if TNA had hired you and gotten you into the country on a work visa. The hard part would have been figuring out a storyline for it."

Cheetah shakes her head. "I couldn't show up again though as I'd likely get the League showing up to ruin the fun." Still it would be amusing. "Also I may not react well to a ring fight."

Marc blinks in confusion, but then nods. "Oh, right...that Roulette woman you told me about and the stuff she did." he says as realization hits. "I'm sorry you were put through that. You're a good person, and you didn't deserve that. I'm also sorry it soured you so much on stuff like wrestling. It's a unique art form, one not a lot of people really get."

Cheetah waves it off. "Thanks for the apology but not needed from you. You really like it don't you?"

Marc laughs lightly. "Wouldn't be involved in it if I didn't like it." he says simply, as the leg rub turns into more like a massage.

Cheetah nods her head. "It suits you and you're honest with it which is good."

Marc grins. "Glad you approve." he says. "Have you thought about maybe looking into getting back into science stuff again? I mean, that whole thing about you not being 'legally' allowed in the country aside, wherever you been hanging out when you're not in the country...I mean if you can still go to other countries, wouldn't it be easier to set up a lab there?"

Cheetah looks amused. "What makes you think I got out of the science stuff?" She still keeps up on it she just has taken to picking up other areas lately. "I was in a place that technology was illegal before coming to America again. I was on the island of the Amazons."

Marc quirks a brow. "No kidding." he says, sounding surprised. "Y'know, for an island that's supposed to be magical and from all the legends of their how their population- if indeed they are the amazons of Greek myth- basically seems to hate guys, I don't understand the point of them getting involved in the modern world at all. They could have....and many would argue should have just lets us kill ourselves off and then invade the rest of the planet until they all died out and let Earth develop some new dominant species."

Cheetah can answer that. "First off they're good women. They're real Amazons and some of them are from ancient Greece. They don't hate men, but they've been burned and betrayed by men a lot. They keep their place a sanctuary and to their ways. Their boarders opened when the Princess came here to help save the planet from the Martians."

Marc nods. "Hmm. I guess. I'm not sure I understand them just deciding to retreat from the world as long as they did, largely on account of the fact that men and women all over the world have dealt with being burned and betrayed by each other and by their own genders. God only knows I got burned big time by my biological mother. I mean these days I'm generally apathetic towards her, but back in the day I probably would have kicked her ass if I'd run into her when I was younger. But you get the idea. I'm glad they're around and that Wonder Woman is around to help out when it's needed. I guess I just don't get why they would hide away from the world for so long." he shrugs. "Again, maybe it's all the shots to the head I keep taking."

Cheetah shakes her head. "Trust me if you knew what they've suffered you understand. Or if you were a woman maybe." Poking him with her tail some as she laughs softly at her own joke. "Your mother didn't enslave you and all your people. Diana is a pretty good woman all in all. Her sister also for that matter. But I would not mess lightly with the queen ever."

Marc snickers, reaching out to lightly take hold of the tail poking at him and rubbing it a bit. "My mother may not have done that, but she wasn't what I'd call a stellar example of a person or mother." He shrugs and smiles. "So," he asks, deciding to get away from the topic of his biological mother, "what's it like on the island?"

Cheetah shivers a little at the tail being rubbed tugging to get it free so she can smooth it out. "That's sensitive you know," eyes lidded as she smiles at Marc. "Oh just beautiful women in togas and on the beach. Rubbing oil on each other and eating fruit near springs." Playing up to a fantasy that isn't real of course.

Marc snorts at the fantasy. "C'mon, Cheetah, gimme a little credit." he says, letting go of the tail. He smirks a bit. "Sensitive enough that if done right getting a tail rub is enjoyable?" he teases back with a friendly grin.

Cheetah she lets her tail go. "Sometimes yes it is." She smiles and then says. "It was really nice on the island. It is slower there but not slow. There's danger and it is... well nice." She then adds, "better places to rub if you want to make it enjoyable."

Marc's grin widens. "Do tell." he says, looking curious now, watching the tail a little as it returns to where it was before.

Cheetah points out. "I'm a woman too you know. Lots of the spots for them work for me. Also all of my senses, like touch, are enhanced. But every girl has her special spots. I just don't share." She sits up and in a graceful motion moves to lay on her tummy her arms folded in his lap as she relaxes.

Marc laughs. "Oh sure, leave it to me to figure out, huh? Would you believe I've spent so much time in my school work and wrestling that I've never gone out on a date in my life till a few months ago?" he says, but shrugs, and begins to gently massage the feline woman's shoulders, neck and back.

Cheetah nods her head. "Yep. I'll believe it. But I bet since then you've had more dates then I've ever had since I got a fur coat." She closes her eyes, still rather aware of her surroundings as she waves her tail in the air some behind her. Marc can soon feel a faint vibration in the couch and his legs.

Marc snorts. "Only if you consider being on a grand total of two dates meeting that idea." he says, but he's smiling. No need to guess what that sound is. Only cats...though he's heard foxes can do it to....are known to be able to purr. "Must be doing something right though, if I can get you purring so easily." he says. Then again, if Cheetah can tell or not, he's always lived with cats and dogs up till going to Metro U, so he knows how to get a cat going. He continues massaging and gently kneading at the muscles in her shoulders and back. "Then again, I don't think any other girl would let me get this familiar on a date." he teases. "So I kinda consider it a compliment that you're willing to let me do this." Almost makes him wonder if he should regret not putting his shirt back on when they finished washing her off. Almost.

Cheetah nods her head. "Twice as many as me I think." She rolls her shoulders some. The rumbling grows to where it can be heard. "I don't always notice when I'm doing that honestly. It helps to know that if I say 'no' you'll listen, and if you don't..." She just licks her lips.

Marc laughs a bit. "Well, at least you're honest." he says. "Besides, I like the purring, truth be told. Grown up around cats and dogs all my life, and something about a purring cat is enough to just kinda drain the tension right outta me." he says, as he continues the massage. "But yeah, I try not to be the pushy type. Probably don't always succeed, but...well, I try anyway, that's gotta count for somethin' I suppose."

Cheetah rubs her cheek on her hands some to get the fur to lay right. "Helps lower blood pressure in humans they learned. Purring I mean." She moves her tail to help sweep her hair to the side for Marc. "Just be careful if I slip off to sleep. I tend to startle easy when sleep."

Marc chuckles. "I'll uh....keep that in mind. Cause frankly if you fall asleep I ain't moving from this spot till you wake up." he jokes, though he's also serious. Easily started cat woman with razor sharp claws getting startled awake? Not a good combination. "So, what's it like? Purring I mean? I know what it's like on the outside, but what's it like from the inside?" he asks, keeping up the massage, and giving her neck a light rubbing as well.

Cheetah knew he ask eventually. Kids at the zoo did it all the time. "Hard to explain to be honest. You think I'd try to find out but really it just happens at times it feels like it comes in my chest and throat at times. Normally it feels nice. Most like it that feel and hear it."

Marc grins. He can be like a kid sometimes. Never really lost that childlike innocence completely. "I can see why." he says, enjoying the sound and feel while he continues his massaging. Trying to make sure he doesn't do something wrong here. It's a nice moment, and he doesn't want to ruin it. "So, enhanced sense of touch, huh? That explains your reaction when I was rubbing your tail earlier." he says, moving to massage her mid-back now. "Lemme know if I'm doing this too hard. I'm kinda just making this up as I go."

Cheetah reaches for Marc's free hand and slips it under her tummy to feel it better as she does her best to turn it up in intensity for a bit before she'll relax to the more steady even tone. "My tail doesn't get touched a lot. Just grabbed a whole whole lot. I'm not easy to hurt so doing it hard may be more difficult then you think."

Marc blinks in surprise as his free hand is grabbed. But smiles, and since he has the opportunity, tries to massage the cat woman's stomach as well. "Yeah well, like I said I'm just making this up as I go, and you did say your sense of touch was enhanced, so I didn't know how much pressure it'd take to go from enjoyable to annoying or worse. I used to do this with a cat who lived up on the farm, and she'd sit there for hours at a time given half the chance." he says, grinning. "Er, not that I think you're a house pet or anything. But I learned how to do this from having cats around since I was a kid, and I've never done this with a girl before, let alone someone who was part cat, so I'm trying to make sure I only go as far as you're comfortable with, y'know?"

Cheetah seems pretty relaxed and content where she is for now. "I'll let you know. Before I got more or of my human features back I would have my ears to go by as they were just like a cat. Sometimes I miss that but I think I like the more human look. Makes it easier."

Marc chuckles. "Well, I like the human look you have right now myself." He shrugs. "But then again, gorgeous woman in my lap letting me give her a massage.....any wonder why I'm biased?" he says with a laugh and a wink as he continues massaging her.

Cheetah shakes her head slightly. "Nope. Not used to be calling gorgeous though." She wiggle she toes on one leg she stretches out. "I can hear your heart beating,"

Marc tilts his head to one side. "That a good thing or a bad thing?" he asks, curiously. Then grins a bit larger. "Can't see why you wouldn't be used to it though. You look damn good. Feline features or not, you look good."

Cheetah opens one eye to look at him. "It is both good and bad. Can stir the hunger in me if it goes too fast. And most don't think me attractive."

Marc grins, and tries massaging a bit more firmly, to loosen up some of her muscles. "Well, just call me the exception, then." he says. "And what's it like for you if it doesn't go that fast?"

Cheetah lets out a groan when he finds a knot and presses into it with her form some. "I rather enjoy exceptions most times." She relaxes a little more, "Soothing honestly."

Marc chortles a bit at that. And goes to work on that knot. "I aim to please." he says with a grin. "Feeling better already huh? Guess this was a good idea." he says with a wink.

Cheetah mmhmms her voice a rumbling soft purr, "Very." She curl sher tail and waves it about in contentment. "I just my have to keep you on the 'no hunt' list."

Marc laughs outright at that, as the tail waves about while he continues his work. "What, you just love me for my massaging ability?" he teases. "Well, I've heard worse excuses to keep hanging out with someone."

Cheetah shakes her head. "Nah. You're enjoyable to talk to, and don't mind that I shed." She nips his leg some. "Don't smell and taste horrible or sickly either."

Marc lets out a light 'ack' at the nip, but smiles anyway. "Well, now I feel better." He says, continuing his work. Once that knot is gone, he continues looking for other spots to tend.

Cheetah laughs at his reaction and nuzzles where she bit. "Easy there Marc. Don't get worked up." She closes her eyes and moves to make it so when she does fall asleep Marc can try to slip out. "Think I need a nap soon."

Marc snerks. "Oh don't sweat it, Cheetah. Would take more than a playful nip to get me really worked up. I was just playin' around there." he says. Then grins. "A nap, huh? Kinda makes me immediately think of Sleeping Beauty." he shrugs. "Yes, I'm weird, I've learned to live with it." he says with a chortle.

Cheetah nods her head silently as her tail starts to calm doing. Her purr stays even as her eyes slide shut smoothly. "Weird is good." Voice little but a whisper.

Marc grins. "Guess so. Does this mean I get to kiss you to wake you up?" he asks, sounding a bit flirty, while he continues to massage Cheetah's back.

Cheetah flexes her claws a bit into his leg. "Nope." But her voice is light. Besides she'll have morning/blood/juice breath.

Marc snaps his fingers. "Darn." he says, his voice light and playful. "Oh well." he grins. "Well, maybe some other time. You want me to get you a pillow or something, at least?"

Cheetah tenses at the snap as she reaches up to rub the ear closer to the sound. "Maybe some other time." She rolls to her side to look at him. "Only if your leg is numb."

Marc blinks as Cheetah tenses up, and looks curious. "You okay? I've never seen anyone tense up at someone snapping their fingers before." Then he looks over at his leg. "Well, not at the moment, no, but I noticed you tried to give me a little bit of room to get off the couch when you do get to sleep, and I thought it'd only be fair if I offered to getcha a pillow to replace my lap, cause I wouldn't be likely to get to sleep in a sitting position and all, but...." he shrugs.

Cheetah motions to her ears. "Enhanced senses. I was calm and up to where I knew the white noise of the area. The snap was just loud in the 'silence' as it were." She lifts her head and sits up some. "Sure if you don't mind a villainess cat crashing."

Marc blushes a bit in embarrassment. "Ah, sorry. Forgot about the enhanced senses." Then he rolls his eyes. "Cheetah, cut it out wioth that 'villain' nonsense, huh? If you were as bad as people try to make you out to be, I wouldn't be sittin' here talking to you like this." He says. "I don't mind you coming by, and let's not forget, I did volunteer to let you have a copy of the key to this place if you need a place to stay every now and then. If I minded you being here, would I have made an offer like that?"

Cheetah shrugs her shoulders. "It happens. You're human after all." She considers his question. "you need to remember that's how the public sees me Marc. If you ask any ten people on the street about me I'd be surprised. I just don't want you going to jail. It sucks."

Marc grins. "Like I said, goin' to jail for helping out a friend wouldn't bother me any." He says. "The public sees me as just some crazy jock in face paint. Doesn't mean I really am one. I don't see you as a villain. Hell I don't even care that yer part cat. To me, you're a friend and that's all that I really give a rat's ass about. You're always welcome here, far as I'm concerned."

Cheetah nods her head a little as she smooths her fur some. "Well I rather you say I kidnapped you or something but you're an adult." She leans in though and gives a lick of a kiss to his cheek. "You're something special Marc."

Marc shrugs. "Not gonna go lying about something like that. I don't cut and run on my friends." Then he blushes a bit and rubs at the back of his neck at the lick-kiss thing. "Yeah, people keep tellin' me I'm something. Exactly what, nobody seems able to say." he jokes, modestly.

Cheetah laughs some. "Not short bus special. Least that's what I mean. Even if you do get hit in the head by chairs a lot. I get hit by Wonder Woman and others from time to time. Can't possible be good for me."

"I dunno. You're a lot tougher'n me, I think. You can hang with some of the heaviest hitters on the planet. I'd probably fold like a napkin." Marc says with a smile. "Actually, I'm not sure that'd be the right metaphor. But then again, what the hell do I know about turns of phrase, eh?"

Cheetah goes back to stretching out this time on her side and making it so he can get up or down from the couch if he wants. "Maybe not the heaviest hitters. I still keep my spotted butt out of view at times. But there's others that I stand up against without too much worry. I've drawn blood on Wonder Woman before. Batman too." Looking at the couch. "There's a bed under here right?"

Marc nods. "Yeah. Pretty damn comfy one, I thought." he says. "Don't use it too much, but it's worked pretty well in the past." he says, massaging the shoulder available to him. "You want me to pull it out? Wouldn't take more than a minute or two."

"....Holy CRAP that sounded wrong....." Marc then says after he realizes just what his question could be interpreted as.

Cheetah just lifts a brow and looks at Marc at first before he catches what he says. She gets up though and perches on the back of the couch. One leg kicks a cushion aside and she looks at him to get the bed ready. "Beds are sometimes a rare treat for me."

Marc quirks a brow at that comment himself. But then realizing what she probably means, he gets off the couch himself and proceeds to pull the bed mattress out, heading over to a small closet and pulling out a blanket and a couple of pillows. "Man, I can't believe I even said something like that. If this were a sitcom the audience would'a been laughing their asses off."

Cheetah stays perched and smiling as she watches Marc doing all the work and she 'supervises.' "Don't worry about it. Just your slip showing, Freud. So then where you going to sleep Marc?" Watching him carefully.

Marc chuckles. "Well, I'm not going to insist on sleeping here, unless you don't mind the company." he says, thumbing towards the stairs. "I got a bedroom upstairs. But if you want company, I ain't gonna object. I got a sleeping bag I can bring down and crash on the floor." he says, the thought of suggesting sleeping in the same bed not really crossing his mind.

Cheetah tips her head to the side seeming amused at Marc's answer. "So you either are planning to sleep on the floor in a bag or in your bed. I don't mind company for a while at least. I'll sleep atop most of the covers. Saver on the sheets."

Marc blinks. "Are you sure?" He asks. "I don't wanna make you feel uncomfortable or anything." Though he has to admit, given that Cheetah is attractive, it's not an offer he's all that inclined to refuse, should she insist.

Cheetah asks, "and in what way am I going to be made uncomfortable?" just wondering what it is he thinks the problem will be.

Marc shrugs. "I dunno." he says bluntly. "It just seemed to be the thing to say." He adds, honestly not sure how he would make her uncomfortable. Well, maybe if while he was asleep he accidentally bumped into her and woke her up, but that's not really something most people would think of.

Cheetah shakes her head amused still. "I'm dangerous, but not that dangerous. Least not to a friend." She motions to the bed. "I get warm and sheets rub my fur wrong. Long as I can pull something over me if I need it then I'll be fine. I nap like I said too."

Marc shrugs again, this time smiling. "Well, it would be rude to turn down such a polite offer from a beautiful lady." he says, wandering over, kicking off his shoes and socks, pulling up the blankets, then vanishing under them for a minute and a pair of sweatpants come flying out, before he returns to being visible again. Then frowns. "Huh...forgot I left the shirt in the bathroom to avoid getting blood on it when we were washing off your fur. Oh well. it's not like it gets all that cold in here anyway. He says, once he's settled in. Ironically, that may have something to do with the fact that he's so used to the cold.

Cheetah lifts her head back and laughs this time. "Oh man that makes me feel like college." Him being modest and polite. "I don't have anything to wear so You'll have to deal with just fur. She rolls onto the bed and stretches out to relax. "Don't need a shirt with me unless you get breasts in your sleep or something odd."

Marc gives Cheetah a complete 'wtf' look. "I may be into anime, but I don't go changing into a girl like that one character." he says with a laugh. "Besides, you know how weird a guy would look if he had breasts for no reason..." then he pauses. "Actually, don't try to imagine that. I know of a wrestler who actually wanted to get breast implants because of the character he was given and the scary thing is it would have WORKED.....and frankly that image gives the creeps. Breasts are best left with the gender that they originated with. Breasts on a guy is enough to give EVERYONE nightmares." he says with a shudder of revulsion.

Cheetah nods her head. "Yes I would, because I saw an article on it once or twice." She tries to see what wrestler be that into the program. "Seriously? He wanted implants and to fight in them?" She shakes her head. "You'll have to tell me that story sometime when we're not about to sleep." She pokes him in the tummy. "I'll have you know the default biological gender of humans is female."

Marc smirks as he's poked. "Only when they're embryonic, and that only because the genetic composition around it is the same until affected by outside DNA. Then again, that's part of why I find it hilarious that there's such a thing as religious scientists. I mean, either you believe what the science is telling you, or you believe that the first person on earth by default HAD to be a guy just because a book written by fifteen different people that's supposed to be 'the ultimate truth' claims it."

Cheetah wrinkles her nose and says, "I'm going to avoid relgious debates. After having a meal with a goddess on more then one occasion I know they're real and that makes faith a whole new thing." She gets comfy and looks at Marc. "Least with you under the covers and me over you don't have to worry about my non existing cold feet."

Marc smirks. "I don't think I'd mind, actually. I'm used to the cold. Not really sure how or why." he says with a shrug. "Just am."

Cheetah moves closer as she lays down. "How are you with heat though?"

Marc considers this. "You know, it kinda varies, honestly. Sometimes it doesn't bother me. Other times, it'll put me right to sleep."

Cheetah glances around the house. "Want me to kill the lights?" She doesn't need it to move around.

Marc looks around, and shrugs. "Sure, be my guest." He says.

Cheetah taps his nose. "Count to ten." Then she goes to dash around and stretch her legs before laying back down in the bed as the lights snap off in quick succession. "There. Much better." Her eyes catch what little light there is to shine back.

Marc chuckles as the lights all snap off, and shakes his head in amusement. "Amazing." He says with a laugh.

Cheetah flips her tail to lay over him so he knows she's there besides the weight of her on the bed. "Thanks. I try sometimes." She lays on her side letting her top leg bend some and tucking the pillow under her head. "See this is pretty tame and safe... so far."

Marc smirks a bit at that comment. "So far? You say that like it would be less tame somehow." He jokes.

Cheetah reaches out to lightly run the back of a claw up his chest through the covers. "Never know... I may wake up hungry for something." Making sure to put just enough purr and growl into her voice with human tones and inflections to obfuscate her meaning totally.

Marc quirks a brow, though he can't see her all that well in the darkness, due to his human eyes having nowhere near the clarity of hers. The claw trailing up his chest makes him chuckle a bit as, since it's a light enough touch that it tickles a bit. "Yeah? Well....I think I'll risk it." he says with a smile.

Cheetah lets out a content sound. "Good. Glad to hear that." She moves to look around the room one last time and lays her head down. "You don't snore do you?"

Marc raises his head up a bit at that. "Not that I know of. My dad says I used to talk in my sleep when I was younger. Dunno if I still do. Why?"

Cheetah comments, "Just want to know is all. Since we're in the same room. Don't worry I won't swat you in your sleep for it."

Marc grins a bit. "Good to know." He says. "What about you? You talk in your sleep or anything?"

Cheetah shakes her head a little. "Nope. Silent as death in sleep."

Marc smirks. "Not exactly the most comforting metaphor, Cheetah." he teases.

Cheetah hmms. "I know. Wasn't meant to be all comforting. Just honest."

Marc chuckles a bit, snuggling down into the covers. "Can't fault you for that, I guess." he says. "G'night, Cheetah. See ya in the mornin'."

Cheetah mumbles. "Night Marc. Sweet dreams." And to help him she starts to purr away.