12176/How Do You Handle A Thief

How Do You Handle A Thief
Date of Scene:	26 July 2022
Location:	Pezzini House
Synopsis:	Clearly what you do is heal them, offer them cannoli and oh yeah, find out you might get to date one.
Cast of Characters:	Sara Pezzini, Felicia Hardy

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Sara Pezzini has posed:
It only took Sara about an thirty minutes to get through the statement process with the NYPD, and that was because she knew exactly what information they needed. Excessive force from non-police officers usually brought out the stack of paper work as tall as a four year old, but being an Avenger had some advantages.

When the process was complete, the gangers hauled off to jail or the hospital, Sara pulled her cell phone as she jumps into the air to head home. A text message was sent to Felicia, requesting she come over to Sara's house for some after ass kicking cannoli and coffee.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    The thief's phone buzzes, in a hidden pocket on her cat suit, and Felicia takes a moment, not exactly surprised who was texting her as she had eyes on Sara the whole time. Seated on top of a nearby rooftop, legs dangling off and a sparkling water in one hand. The thief was enjoying a bit of a show after going through such a small and yet big ordeal.

    Felicia ponders taking her time replying, not wanting to seem needy, or maybe she just likes playing those kind of games, just a little.

    She goes a different route. Sending a reply quietly, saying she'll be over there in a few minutes.

    A few minutes go by, and there's a knocking at Sara's house, not at the front door though, the woman in the cat suit is standing at the back door with a smile on her face and a wave at her finger tips.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Arriving home the first thing Sara does is grab the robe of the coat rack by the front door because no sooner than she is heading through the front door then Witchblade is removing the armor. At least this time he was nice enough to wait until she was inside.

Sliding the robe on and tying it in place around her waist, she mutters something about needing to give Witchblade more lessons on when and where to do these things. Even as she is muttering, she makes her way into the kitchen to start putting on coffee, check her phone messages for the home phone and... there's a knock at the back door.

It actually takes her a moment of staring to realize that it is likely Felicia at the door, but that ever present cop thinking has her reaching for a side arm that isn't there, because she's in a robe, in the kitchen.

Walking to the door she moves the curtain aside carefully, peeking really, and relaxes upon seeing Felicia. Opening the door she says, "Back door huh? Well come on in, coffee should be ready soon."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "Sorry, but not sorry. I'm not going to be going in the front door while I'm wearing this." Felicia says as she uses both hands to carefully take the domino mask off and set it down on the counter as she walks into he room and takes a deep breath.

    Moving to put her arms around Sara in a big showy hug, she sighs breathily, "That, was, EX, hilarating." She says, the biggest smile painted on her face before she lets the hug go and move around to stand by the counter top and takes another deep breath, reaching up a hand to the zipper at her neck and slowly lower it down to about mid chest. She needs some cool air.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara laughs, first at the comment about not being seen in that outfit, and then at Felicia's reaction to what they just did. Exhilarating. It wasn't the word Sara would have chosen, but it does in fact cover part of the sensation.

The hug is merrily returned, and when she is free again she steps over to check that the AC is in fact on. Felicia appeared warm, or perhaps she just wanted to expose the ladies, who knew?

"Would you prefer a diet soda over coffee?" she asks, stepping to the fridge to pull it open. "I have Coke Zero in here, as well at Dt. Dr Pepper. They don't go with cannoli as well, but I'm sure we can suffer through."

Looking out of the corner of her eyes toward Felicia, she considers something then adds, "I've got another robe if you'd like to get out of... that."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "Tap water is fine." Felicia says with a smile as she leans her back against the counter and takes a deep breath and a smirk to Sara. "I'm not big into the sugars of the world." The woman in the skin tight suit says before she takes a finger and pokes herself in her hip, "I really don't want to pop a seam." Not that the suit has any.

    The thief then pushes off and moves towards the cop and smiles the biggest smile she can, "Would you like me to wear a robe of yours Sara, would the Witchblade like that as well?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara was just going to put some ice in a glass, and get a bottle of water because the tap water... just ew. That's when Sara's eyes were drawn to the hip Felicia was pointing at and the question about the robe is dropped like a bomb. Thankfully, she was starting to get used to Felicia's flirty nature, so she just chuckles, wiggles her brows and gets the ice from the freezer.

"Witchblade doesn't care about clothing," she comments with a snorted laugh. "I mean look what he does to my clothes, you think he cares about yours?" The bottle of water is removed from the fridge and poured over the ice before the glass is offered to Felicia.

"As for me," she deliberately looks the woman up and down. "What you wear is entirely up to you, but you do look like you have difficulties breathing in that thing."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "I wouldn't say difficulties." Felicia says, with a deep breath as she arches her back backwards and puts the girls on a bit of a display for Sara, but also to pop her back. "I get the idea that you picture the witchblade as a man, and I'm not sure why, so y'know, I figure he-it would appreciate man things, and man views. Y'know?" The white haired woman says as she moves around the kitchen to pick up the glass still wearing her gloves and the whole costume.

    "I mean, wearing whatever I want, is ... a dangerous game to play." Felicia says as a warning towards Sara and then with a playful knowing wink as she turns to leave the kitchen, glass still in hand, and moves towards the guest bathroom.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Setting the glass of ice water by Felicia on the counter, Sara pauses there to watch the show. It would be insane not to, the woman was offering them up to be viewed, which is something she clearly did a lot.

"Witchblade /is/ male," she explains with a grin. "I don't see him that way, I know he is. The difference is he's not a human male, so the concept of sexuality or sex in general doesn't apply to him... it does to me though, so you keep right on doing what your doing."

She was just about to step over and make herself some coffee, it was obvious she was about to step away when she just suddenly stops. For a matter of three seconds her blue eyes glass over and then refocus. "Are you feeling alright, Felicia? Witchblade... he says you're aching, did you land wrong?"

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "Y-yeah." Felicia says, as she pauses in the hallway and turns to look over her shoulder towards Sara. "I fell on my butt and might be a bit bruised. But I'll be okay, just no bikinis for a few days or people might think I enjoy it VERY rough." The blonde says with a coy smile back to the witchblade witch? A shrug of her shoulders and a hand slapping on her backside before she winces with a deep frown. "Maybe two weeks." She frowns.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Moving to follow, Sara reaches into the hall closet to grab another robe. Her own is a short flannel number, hangs to her knees, pattern in blue, green and black. The one she grabs from the closet is a touch more feminine, sewn from imitation pale blue silk, the sleeves are long and slightly modeled after kimono sleeves. It reaches to the knees as well, with a tie for around the waist.

"After you change," she says as she offers the robe to Felicia. "We want to heal it. You don't get a say, you just get healed."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "Oh. I like how I get a say so." Felicia says as she puts a hand out to request Sara put the robe in it. Grip grabbed and robe obtained, Felicia slips into the guest bathroom and takes a deep breath as she's alone in a friend's house and swallows as the fear and nerves tugging at her throat and heart.

    "You're okay, you're fine. Nothing bad is happening. You're safe. You're with Sara. A friend." Felicia tells herself in the mirror and frowns. The suit comes off easily enough, though she's had practice wearing it for so long she kind of knows the ins and outs of it rather well. The tricks and trades of the cat suit world. She quickly hides it in the bathroom, by draping it over the shower curtain and letting the self healing aspects of it do their job to render any sweat smells innert.

    Coming back out wearing the robe, Felicia blushes as she steps around the corner and spies Sara. Yeah. That's a beautiful woman, and likely her closest friend now. And she's wearing her girly but tight robe and swishing the sleeves around because it's fun. "Heya hot stuff, you gonna play with my butt now?" She teases, trying to take control of her emotions and mood with the jest.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
It didn't take a detective to know that something was bothering Felicia, but Sara was one, and had been trying to figure it out. It could be the pain, it could be worry over the gangers, though that was unlikely, it could also be the ending, when Sara suggested Felicia take off rather than deal with the cops.

"I've been waiting for this moment, Feli," Sara teases right back, making little grabby hand gestures toward her friend. "The chance to play with your butt in a socially acceptable manner, no one could pass that up."

It was still there, whatever it was, hiding in Felicia's eyes. "Come into the living room, it won't take but a few minutes to heal, then you can tell me what's bothering you, deal?"

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "You only had to ask." Felicia says, poping her hip out and spinning halfway around to shake her rear playfully towards the cop. Then she's giggling and moving to sit down next to Sara slowly, carefully. "Or do you want me to lay down across your lap? I don't know how this whole 'healing' thing works." She says, double checking the robe and making sure she's staying covered up, it is a touch smaller than she wears back home.

    "You think something is bothering me?" She asks, twisting on the couch next to Sara and tiling her head a little bit, blonde white hair cascading down her shoulder to hover in the air as she looks closely at Sara, concerned but not afraid.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Witchblade has many forms, the bracelet is merely the easiest one to conceal himself in day to day. For healing however, the gauntlet is required so even while Sara is laughing at Felicia's wiggles, and the model is settling in, the gauntlet forms without the clawed finger tips on her right hand.

"I don't actually have to touch your butt," she explains with a grin. "The healing spreads through your body from where I do touch, and heals the damage done. However, if you want to lay in my lap, I'm not going to stop you."

Another broad and bright grin plays on her face for a moment while Felicia decides where she wants to be, then she merely lays the gauntlet against the model's shoulder. The stone on the back of the gauntlet flashes with a red light that spreads across the entire gauntlet and from there moves to the place touched on Felicia's body. It offers a warm, soothing sensation as it spreads through her body and finds the area that has been injured, and just as Sara promised it only takes a few minutes.

"I've been a cop for a long enough to pick up on things, Feli," she says as the healing is taking place. "I can't put my finger on what the exact problem is, but something is bothering you. I can let it go if you'd like, but you should know by now that you can talk to me about anything."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    Felicia takes a deep breath and closes her eyes as Sara and the Gauntlet rest on her shoulder. "Oooh, that feels ... quite nice." Felicia reports as she falls deeper into the couch and relaxes a scosh.

    Moments pass and Felicia opens her eyes. "Wow, you weren't lying, not that I thought you---." She then sighs and turns to face Sara, "So, you know Power Girl and I broke up not too long ago, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to get back into the dating things again so quickly, but I also wanted to get a decent rebound, y'know, make myself feel nice, sexy, wanted. The whole she-bang." Felicia allows another sigh and adjusts her robe again, making sure she's safe. "And I got turned down at even basic sex by a few ... people." The girl reports. "And I think I found someone I'd like to date, but I haven't fully explored being single and I don't want them to end up being my delayed rebound. Y'know?" Felicia asks, turning to face Sara fully, leg curled under herself so she can sit on the couch and face Sara directly.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Once the healing is complete, the metal tendrils wraps back in on themselves to form the bracelet once more, and Sara turns herself a little but more toward Felicia.

"I just recently lost two boyfriends," she states softly, not an attempt to one up, just sharing the information she hadn't told anyone else. "The relationship with one was just under a year long, the other was only a few months, but that doesn't change the hurt that comes with a relationship ending."

She reaches over and picks up one of the Felicia's hands. "If you want a rebound, then have one, but you should never question your attractiveness or being desired. Everyone's different. What gets some men's motors running might not rev up another, so don't take being turned down too hard."

A smile touches her lips and a slight sparkle dances through her blue eyes. "Dating is a bitch, it's that simple. The sex is the easiest part of any relationship, it's the talking part, the getting to know each other and making sure you're compatible outside the bedroom. If you need time, take that time, it's that simple, be single, enjoy yourself and then worry about dating again."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "Well..." Felicia beings, taking Sara's hand and holding it with her own, and bringing the other to hold onto the back and she with her calloused and rough hands holds onto the cop, her friend. "I don't think the person I'm interested in would like being told to 'wait'. I don't think I have the luxury of biding my time and exploring life how I'd prefer." Felicia says, looking back up to Sara's eyes and giving the faintest smirk, and a deep breath through her nose. "You're ex-boyfriends are dumb as hell if they're walking away from you." She leans back and motions with her hands gesturing to Sara and saying, "Total package."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara smirks, "I won't even go into why one of them had to move on. Let's just say that he had memory issues from trauma, found out he was married after dating me for a few months, we decided it best he go be with her."

Now she pauses, one brow arching slightly. The full level of the information finally managed to sink in, or maybe it was something else but she takes a minute and just looks at Felicia.

"You have all the time in the world, Felicia," she then says, canting her head slightly. "That... pretty strong hint there, so I'm telling you now to take the time you need, as long as you need, I'm not going anywhere."