Kiss With A Fist (JJ)

[Sorcha Adams]

Sorcha was on a mission. She was just having a little trouble figuring out exactly where to start. A certain scumbag cop had been slinking around the school looking to start trouble and she'd been fortunate enough to get wind of it. Not only had he been sleazing up the academy but he'd gone out of his way to harass a student and from what she'd heard he'd been doing nothing to squash the rumors spreading around that the school was putting together some kind of 'death squad' since SPECTRE had been announced. He seemed to be a fan of the idea in fact.

There was no way she was going to keep sitting at the school and hoping that he'd come slinking around again. She didn't have the patience for that and by the time he decided to show his face there again, if he did, things could have escalated even more than they already had. It might not have been the brightest idea, but she had decided that she didn't care about being rash and had decided she was going to confront him personally. She'd even dressed herself accordingly, digging out an over=sized pair of shorts and a halter top lined with elastic that could stretch to accommodate her size if she had to shift.

The only problem was she didn't really know where to find the guy without waltzing into the police department and asking for his whereabouts. And that didn't strike her as a particularly good idea. She definitely didn't need to be tipping off the police and giving them a reason to watch the slimeball. She'd have to find him in town herself and see if any of her guesses about where he might be slinking around were right. Maybe somewhere in the club district getting shitfaced and harassing people. This late in the afternoon she was willing to bet he'd be looking for some hole in the wall to slink into for the evening.

She was going to find him eventually, she was determined to do it. And when she did she had a few choice words for him. There was no way she was going to sit back and overlook it when some douchebag came to her school, harassed her students, and spread rumors about the academy that could endanger the lives of the kids and the staff working there. She'd put herself in jail before she let that happen. And judging from the last meeting she had with the guy she didn't doubt she'd been occupying a cell for a night or two by the time the day was through. She was okay with that. She was a big girl and she could handle having a black mark on her record. If she got her hands on the cop, though, he'd be lucky if he walked away from it.

[JJ Johnson]

Things had actually been looking up for JJ. This whole SPECTRE thing was the best thing to ever happen to him. He'd already fed them a few names through anonymous tips, not to mention hinting about the whole death squad thing. He'd tried hitting up Dirty Laundry a few times, but apparently that blog didn't pay any attention to you if you weren't a student. Fucking coward. JJ had managed to get into a few fights over the weekend too, fights that he'd won and walked away from relatively unscathed. Yeah, everything was definitely coming up aces for the most awesome cop on the planet (according to JJ, of course).

Then he saw someone he'd wanted to see for a long, long time. He grinned at the sight, effectively raping Sorcha with his eyes, having come up from behind. As he did though, he noticed something. The woman had dressed scanty, sure, which was where his mind went first, but that wasn't "come fuck me" clothes. Those were workout clothes, loose ones at that. Plus the woman had been moving with a purpose, looking around. Hell, the only reason she hadn't seen JJ was because he'd gotten lucky and shown up behind her. She'd turn and see him soon enough, see that he'd just clocked out and changed into his civvies: a pair of skintight jeans, t-shirt, and leather jacket.

"You're a long way from home," he drawled, "and lookin' less informal than ever. Did little pussy decide she needed a bit of not-so-little JJ to fill her aching need?" and of course he grabbed at himself, because that was JJ just all over: Reeking of subtlety.

[Sorcha Adams]

Out in public it was a lot harder to distinguish individual sounds and smells without concentrating, especially when the public area was somewhere like Kalispell where people were constantly milling around and there were smells from the shops and the clubs mingling with the smells of the people. The shops' ambient music and the thumping music behind the doors of the clubs made it difficult to pick up the sounds of footsteps from individuals as well.

Sorcha was too aggravated to be looking for any particular scent. She had been far too busy using her good eyesight to scan the people she was passing and her mind was occupied with possibilities for where to find the slug she was looking for. There were any number of alleyways he could be lurking in and a wealth of clubs he could have settled into. She was just starting to debate popping into a club or two when someone addressed her from behind.

She stopped dead in her tracks and spun on her heel to face the individual that had spoken as the familiarity of the voice processed. The words that had oozed out of the guy's mouth alone would have been enough to let her identify him even if she hadn't recognized the voice. He was almost more disgusting than she remembered and apparently much more comfortable making rude gestures while he wasn't in uniform. Or maybe it was just because she hadn't been impressed by the badge the last time they'd met so he wasn't going to bother trying to feign any kind of authoritative charm.

At least she'd found the guy, even if she was less than pleased about being snuck up on. He hadn't tried to grab her to get her attention which was a plus, but there wasn't really any way to gauge how long it would be before he tried to put his hands on her anyway. She was pretty sure it wouldn't be too long once she started arguing with him, though. He definitely didn't strike her as the kind of guy that held back when it came to hitting women.

"Not even close," she replied, crossing her arms and settling her weight on one leg while she tried to look unimpressed, though she wasn't so sure her irritation didn't show in her expression. She wasn't going to get drawn into a debate about exactly what she thought about his anatomy. "I've heard that you've been up at the school causing problems for people so I came to tell you to back the hell off and stay away from those kids. Because if I catch you there I won't hesitate to put your ass in the hospital."

[JJ Johnson]

Not even close? Yeah, JJ figured it wasn't even close. He still raised a brow, his smile widening to show teeth as she kept going. Not that there was anything particularly noteworthy about JJ's teeth; they were standard human issue. That smile though, that smile dripped with lechery and the promise of acts generally deserved for the lowest orders of humanity, from which JJ had arisen like some sort of spectacular mutant creature. The smile only widened as Sorcha continued her threat, the woman already bristling. Seeing that made JJ's adrenaline already start to pump, and he couldn't wait for what he already thought came next.

The cop outright laughed at Sorcha's threatening promise, a harsh noise that sounded like something between a bark and a bray. "Listen here, bitch," he drawled, taking a step closer, his eyes rolling over her body once more before actually landing on his face. JJ liked to look someone in the eyes when he was about to say something awesome. "The only way your scrawny little, cop wannabe ass is putting me in the hospital is when you break my dick from pounding it too hard."

And JJ smiled.

[Sorcha Adams]

Sorcha didn't retreat when the cop took a step forward, she simply dropped her arms to her sides in anticipation of a fight. She'd need to be able to move quickly if she wanted to stand a chance against the guy without resorting to shifting and having her arms folded was only going to slow her down. She left her weight sitting off center, anticipating that he'd be the kind of guy to throw a punch right off the bat and if she was already leaning more to one side she could use the angle to help move herself out of the way and at least try to avoid the brunt of the impact.

She let him laugh and call her names, though the attempt at looking disinterested didn't hold up. She was too angry to keep up any kind of facade in her expressions. He clearly didn't take her anger seriously, which would hopefully work to her advantage. He could dismiss her as a pissy bitch all he wanted but he'd be changing his tune quickly enough when she started ripping his eyes out and going for the throat. She wasn't going to let anyone threaten her kids and her school and walk away from it.

"At least if I wanted to be a cop I'd actually be good at my job. You're not a cop. You're a coward and a slimeball that hides behind his badge so his bullshit doesn't come back and bite him in the ass," she spat, maintaining eye contact whenever the man decided to look her in the face. No one would ever want to be a cop after spending half a minute with the guy. The police got a bad enough rap in general without people like him actively going out of their way to tarnish the department's reputation. He wasn't a real cop, he as just an asshole playing dress-up and someday it would catch up to him.

It was a real struggle not to roll her eyes at his last grotesque comment, though she did allow herself to glance down toward his waist instead, gauging the distance between them and the approximate height of his junk in relation to her own body. She'd let him take the look whatever way he wanted. His thoughts wouldn't last long anyway.

"You know, pounding your dick doesn't seem like such a bad idea" she commented while she placed herself a step closer to the officer, just close enough to get him within arms reach, finding the words to be just as unpleasant on her tongue as they had been to her ears but it would be worth it in the end if things went her way. Without giving him much time to process her statement her hand shot out toward his crotch, aiming to get a handful of whatever was under his pants so she could dig her pointed nails into it and twist. "Though I'd really prefer ripping it off completely."

[JJ Johnson]

"Not the first time someone's tried that, bitch," drawled JJ, most amused than angry with Sorcha's comment. Half the people on the force thought or said something like that. didn't change things at the end of the day: JJ did his job and he did parts of it very, very well. Hence why they hadn't ejected his scummy butt from the force a few sexual harassment charges ago. All a balancing act, and JJ was a master at it.

Also a master of getting under a woman's skin. He was positive that his comments had scored with Sorcha, despite her apparent nonchalance. She'd totally be down before him, probably sooner than later at the rate they were going. JJ didn't mind if he had to do a little tenderizing of his meat before he got to it. Sometimes made it taste all the juicier when it came down to really dig in.

Still caught him by surprise when she answered his comment with affirmation, at least in words. JJ thought he heard a bit of something else by her tone, but he was smirking anyway, ready to saunter close. They seemed to be getting closer, which probably meant they'd be within arm's reach soon enough. JJ figured his reach was longer than hers though, and he didn't think he could reach her yet. So no need to worry, no matter what she tried.

Or so he thought. Sorcha moved fast, way fast, almost too fast. JJ barely had time to scramble backward, his arms jerking. Still, he felt her hand grace along his favorite body part, and not in a way that he appreciated. He had to pat himself for a bit to make sure that nothing happened. Too close, way too close; he'd underestimated her. Well, he just had to hope that she didn't have anything else up her sleeve.

"That the best you got?" he shot back, his nerves making him angrier. Much better and he'd really have an awkward conversation with Jason. "Barely getting started and you're already diving for my pants. Damn, if I'd know you were this dick-starved I'd have fed you sooner," he grinned then, but shifted slightly, getting into a more offensive stance. The army had trained him in hand to hand, as had the force, and JJ could already feel his adrenaline start to pump. He'd lay her flat before she could do anything cool, and then rape the spoils, quite literally, in fact.

[Sorcha Adams]

Her hand had missed its mark but the visceral reaction from the cop was almost as good, some of her irritation giving way to a smug smirk as she straightened her back and watched him scramble backward, his sleazy grin quickly wiped off his slimy face while he gave himself a once-over. If only she'd managed to grab something the whole thing would have been completely satisfying, but she could settle for what she'd gotten so far.

"Not even close," Sorcha replied while he seemed to be trying to regain his composure. "Though judging by how high you jumped I don't think I'm gonna have to pull out all the stops to put you in your place," she continued while her smirk widened. Really, the look on his face had been so priceless. He was obviously underestimating her and she could use that to her advantage. She was also running on the assumption that he didn't know she was a shifter yet so she still had that ace up her sleeve.

The scumbag was talking a big game but the change in his posture was giving him away. He was on edge now, he was perceiving her as a threat, and he was getting ready for a fight. "I wish you would have. The I could have bitten it off and saved us some time," she responded sweetly while she slowly started to saunter around him, sizing him up, deciding whether or not she wanted to be the one to throw the first punch. He probably wouldn't let her get so close to him again and he had a decent reach for his arms so getting within arms length for herself could be tricky. She was willing to bet she could move faster than he could though. She was smaller than him and almost certainly more flexible. Brute strength was an asset of his, though.

"Really though, your balls aren't nearly a big as you're pretending they are. You look like you're all talk to me. Hardly even touched you and you're already this skittish? It's pretty pathetic," she continued, deciding that for now goading him into a fight would work more in her favor. If she charged him she was fairly certain he could stop her with relative ease. If he made the next move though she could potentially use that momentum to her advantage. He seemed like the type that was easy to anger and quick to flex his muscles and try to prove a point. Dealing with his brand of stupid wasn't much of a challenge.

[JJ Johnson]

JJ wasn't your run of the mill stupid. Oh, he came off like that, and it wasn't far from the truth. But he was stupid in the same way a feral animal was. He would chew or bite or hump things that he definitely shouldn't even think about getting near. That kind of stupidity would likely get him killed at some point, but it wouldn't get him killed during a fight. It might get him killed after, when he went away to lick his wounds or managed to tick off just the wrong person. But now, JJ was attempting to read his opponent, glad that he hadn't already hit the sauce.

"Now you're just turning me on,' JJ shot back, grinning in the face of Sorcha's taunts, "though it's nice to know that mouth of yours works. Tongue too, since you'll be needing that," JJ had little doubt they were about to go down, and not in the way that he really wanted. she kept tensing; he kept tensing; the tension practically crackled between the two of them. Skittish, slams at his manhood, yeah, she was trying to draw him in...

... and of course it was going to work. Because even with all that bit about his being stupid like a feral animal, he was still fundamentally stupid. So he lunged forward, leaning in with his strength and preparing to plow into her. JJ moved like a bull, all force, all power, counting on his superior strength and size to move forward. Helped that he was perfectly fine with taking a few hits here and there. Heck, his ability was already amping up his adrenaline, getting him nearly high and ready to pound the crap out of this woman, one way or another.

[Sorcha Adams]

Sorcha had bet right. The man was dumb enough to let her taunting get under his skin far enough that it set him off. She paused in her circling as she watched his muscles tense and his stance rapidly shift. If she sat still just long enough to give him a good target then she'd have an easier time getting out of his way once he got close enough. She kept her weight shifted to one side to aide in the endeavor. She wasn't afraid of hm, but she wasn't foolish enough to think a good punch from the guy wouldn't hurt.

He charged and she let him get close enough that she barely avoided him when she swiveled to one side to get out of is way, allowing her off center weight to aid in pulling her to one side. She made a point to aim a kick at his ass on his way by, still more than willing to continue insulting him just as long as she remained unscathed. Now she just had to continue keeping herself out of his hands or at least moving enough that most of his hits were glancing. She was prepared to shift, but she didn't want to let the cat out of the bag too soon so to speak.

"Ooh close but no cigar," she said while remaining in motion. Standing still for too long after that fortunate dodge wouldn't work very well to her advantage. Dumb as he might be she suspected that a trick would only work so many times before he caught on and could adapt a more effective fighting style. "Really is that all you've got? Charging in head first? Not real smart, tough guy. All that big talk I thought you'd have a slightly better chance at backing it up."

[JJ Johnson]

JJ's adrenaline started pumping more and more fiercely with each passing moment. the world start snapping into sharper clarity, Sorcha seeming to be a little slower a little... less than she'd been before. That didn't stop her from getting one up on him, especially since he charged about like a rampaging bull. He even snorted as he whirled back on her, his eyes narrowing to focus upon her. JJ needed to remember that she had training; she could probably kick an unreasonable amount of ass for someone her size.

"I'm gonna enjoy wasting you," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He could see her in full clarity, could feel his body coming alive. The adrenaline surge had taken control of him now. He charged toward her again, this time moving faster, unnaturally fast, his shoulder lowered to tackle the hell out of Sorcha. No, he still wasn't thinking: JJ wasn't big on thinking through his actions. When you became a veritable physical superhuman, you didn't need to think.

Or so JJ thought.

[Sorcha Adams]

Maybe the idiot wasn't bright enough to adjust his tactics in order to make contact with Sorcha while she skirted around him. The guy's skull had to be even thicker than she'd estimated and that was really saying something. Like a damn bull in a china shop all he seemed intent on doing was charging at her and hoping for the best. It was a little disappointing but at the same time if it worked to her advantage then she'd gladly take it.

"You're even dumber than you look," she called as he charged and she prepared herself to dodge his nonsense a second time. The fight was going to be much less exciting than she'd anticipated if this was all he had to offer. She might actually have to shift to get things moving in a more progressive direction. Not that she was opposed to the idea of sinking her claws and fangs into his flesh and tearing, but a brawl wasn't quite the same if it wasn't a challenge.

The shifter allowed him to get fairly close again before she moved to the side, attempting to drag her sharp nails across is face as he passed her. If she was lucky maybe she'd catch him in the eye or something. Unfortunately either she'd misjudged their proximity to each other or he was getting more accurate because she didn't dodge him as flawlessly as she'd been able to before. She hadn't been quite quick enough and his shoulder had managed to clip her side just under her ribs, effectively shoving her back a few steps and knocking the wind out of her.

"And you hit like a girl," she wheezed, doing her best to regain her lost breath as quickly as possible while at the same time not appearing to have taken the hit quite as hard as she had. That was going to bruise nicely.

[JJ Johnson]

JJ felt something tear into his flesh, opening up his cheek. Well, "feel" wasn't exactly the most accurate term. JJ did feel something touch him, felt his flesh moving, felt the warm liquid springing up across his face, but the pain, the bad stuff that usually came with it, that all got swallowed by the adrenaline pouring through JJ's veins. All the slash across his face became was a glowing line of heat fueling directly into his rage, so that when he turned back around, his shoes scraping against the ground, he looked more furious than ever.

Hit like a girl? JJ chuckled at that, raising a hand to wipe at his face. He licked at his blood, enjoying the tangy feel of it on his tongue before shaking his hand, letting splatters hit the ground. "This girl's gonna fuck you up," he growled. He edged forward for a moment, before that predatory part of him reminded him of what happened last time. He'd apparently clipped her, but he bled too. He didn't like bleeding. Well, he did, but he didn't like a lot of it, at least not on him. he needed some distance.

At least pulling his gun didn't occur to him, not yet. Instead he stepped back, moving toward a parking meter. He pulled at it, his adrenaline fueling him, and the metal began to squeal. JJ didn't quite have super strength, strictly speaking, but his adrenal spikes about did the same, and the more worked up he got, the better. So that his neck pull made the metal groan, fastenings popping. Of course, this also meant that JJ was standing stock still, quite the easy target for, say, an agile shifter.

[Sorcha Adams]

The feeling of flesh tearing under her nails was extremely satisfying, only slightly less so than if it had been under her claws. She could smell the blood hitting the air before the cop turned around and she could see it. Sorcha only managed to resist the urge to taste it like he did be reminding herself what a slimeball he was and easily imagining what kind of nasty things she could contract by ingesting his blood. She'd just have to leave it to dry under he nails for the time being.

For his part the jackass didn't seem to be the slightest bit concerned with the gash in his face. In fact it only seemed to goad him on all that much more. Apparently he got some sort of kick out of fighting people, not that that was very surprising. She just rolled her eyes at his comment and braced herself for another one of his bull rushes.

Apparently he was finally starting to learn, though. He stopped himself short before he got any momentum going and directed his attention at the nearest parking meter. It took her a moment to process what was going on when the thing started to bend and buckle and bolts started to pop. She hadn't taken him for a guy with boosted strength, especially since the shoulder she'd caught in the ribs didn't feel much worst than being hit by a normal person. Super strength would be a bitch to have to deal with in a fight.

Speaking of which, once she'd had a second to get over the surprise at the unexpected sight she remembered that she was supposed to be in a fight with the guy. The guy who seemed to be very much absorbed in removing the parking meter from its place on the pavement. He could probably hit pretty hard but his biggest issue was taking way too much time to wind up.

This time it was her turn to charge the skeeze while his attention was focused on tearing up the metal in his hands. But instead of trying to ram the guy like he'd been doing to her, her aim was to get up on his back and hook an arm around his neck.

[JJ Johnson]

JJ remained focused on his task for some time, continuing to pull at the meter, working it, feeling it lift off the ground. He kept going even as he saw Sorcha heading his way. He finally felt it starting to fully give way as she got close. JJ didn't at first realize what it was that she was trying to do, but soon enough she'd be getting on his back, which just made him grin.

"Man, you are a stupid bitch," he said, looking over his shoulder. He gave her another vicious grin. "You don't even know what the hell I do, do you?" he chuckled then, pulling again. Oh, he knew she was about to mess him up. Probably scratch at his throat some more; might even have the potential to really try something. But he'd just pulled the meter completely from the ground and he was more than willing to start using it on the female on his back. She made an easy target, after all.

[Sorcha Adams]

Sorcha might not have known what the creep's abilities were, but she wasn't about to let that stop her from going on the offensive in the fight. She might not know his power but with his muscle man display involving the meter she could at least make a guess. Her mutation on the other hand was almost certainly a mystery to him. She didn't often shift in public outside the school so she figured it was fairly safe to assume she'd have at least one trick up her sleeve that he wouldn't be expecting.

The meter leaving its place on the pavement was a very distinct, unnerving sound. However she'd already committed to her next course of action and she wasn't about to back down just because he'd gotten his hand on a rather intimidating weapon. She was prepared to take a hit if she had to and her feline body was much sturdier than her human one.

"Like you know any more about me," she hissed as she tried to hook her arm around his neck and keep an eye on the meter at the same time. She knew she wouldn't be in the fight long if that thing came down on her too many times as she was so she triggered her shift, concentrating hard and urging it on to try and speed it up. It didn't take long for her clothing to fit much more appropriately as her body filled out. The arm around his neck got larger and more muscled and her feet easily reached the ground.

Her grip on him slipped a little however when he brought that meter down on her, her shoulder screaming in pain as the metal just missed the side of her head and connected with her flesh with an unpleasant crunch. She hissed again, the sound much louder and slightly whiny as it mixed with a yowl before turning into a deep rumble when it shifted into a growl.

She opened her maw and attempted to drive her large teeth into the patch of flesh between his neck and his shoulder. She's sink her claws into any bit of flesh she could. Maybe she could shock him enough with the pain to make him drop that damn meter.