The Assassins Academy (Closed)

Donovan wrapped up the body and threw it into a metal box of sorts. When he opened it, cold air blew out. "It's not as good as a freezer, but it'll do for now."

"Well just toss it in there why don't you? It's not like we're trying to study the body or anything." Phoebe snorted sarcastically.

Donovan sighed and rolled his eyes to look up at the ceiling. "We're gonna be missed if we're not back for dinner. We can sneak back out tonight, and I'll actually have my supplies with me. Idiota."

Phoebe narrowed her eyes at him. "Just because I'm not smart enough for you doesn't mean I'm an idiot." She sauntered passed him and started to climb down the ladder.

Donovan swung out onto a limb and dropped down, reaching the ground before her. He held out a hand to help her down from the ladder. "You don't need to be smart to have common sense."

"I'm just saying that if you throw it around, you're going to bang it up even more, and then how will we know which wounds are from your carelessness and which ones did she get from the killer?" Phoebe glared at him and ignored his hand.

Donovan grinned knowingly and let his hand flop to his side before walking away, not even answering her.

"Hey, asshole, don't you walk away. This isn't how this works." Phoebe yelled after him before scrambling to catch up with him.

Donovan glanced over his shoulder, still walking. "This isn't how what works?" He raised an eyebrow, a smirk still plastered on his smug face.

"I'm the one who's supposed to get the last laugh and walks away, not the other way around." Phoebe glared at his back. "Would you slow down already? You know what, screw it." She ran and jumped on his back.

Donovan stumbled a bit, startled before regaining balance and straightening up, curling his arms and hands around her thighs and readjusting her on his back. "My gods, you really need to eat more. You're, like, scary light."

Phoebe rolled her eyes. "Oh I'm sorry I have fast metabolism and I workout daily thanks to this place." She flicked his cheek before resting her chin on his shoulder. "So this is what it's like to be tall, whoa."

Donovan chuckled. "Enjoying the view? You know you're gonna have to get down before someone from the school sees us, right? You know, don't wanna ruin your reputation and all that."

Phoebe snorted. "My reputation is that I'm a slut. I couldn't care less about what people think about me. Besides, I'm not interested in anyone but you at the moment." She tapped his nose.

Donovan rolled his eyes. "Trust me. As soon as someone more shiny comes along, you'll be dropping the thought of me in a heartbeat. I've never had anyone like me before, and I'd like to keep it that way. It prevents whole worlds of pain."

Phoebe pinched him. "I don't want to be with you in a romantic way, I just want to have sex with you. And you keep denying me wish is really frustrating. I'm not used to people telling me no."

Donovan flinched at the pinch, then grinned, almost proudly. "Well, you should get used to it. It's bad for you if everyone just gives in to you without thought." He hefted her up a bit, feeling like she was slipping.

Phoebe clenched her thighs on his hips to keep her from slipping. She huffed. "Hmm, for now. One day you'll stop saying no. Until then, I can wait."

Donovan raised his eyebrow again. "Hmm… We'll see. We'll see if you can wait as long as that."

Phoebe smirked. "Is that a challenge? Because I accept."

Donovan looked over his shoulder at her, smiling slightly. "Alright. Here's the challenge. Every time you make me lose my cool, you earn a point. When you reach 15 points, I'll… do it."

"Do it?" Phoebe smirked. "You're acting like a 15 year old watching porn for the first time." She laughed. "But I accept."

Donovan snarled at the comment, turning red and embarrassed. Then he realized. "Fuck."

Phoebe laughed. "One down fourteen more points to go. This is going to be easier than I thought."

Donovan quickly composed himself to save himself from giving her more points. "It was one slip. It won't happen again."

Phoebe smirked. "Sure it won't babe, sure it won't." She flushed slightly as he err stomach growled. "This is what I get for skipping lunch.'

Donovan started walking faster. "Let's get you dinner then. Why'd you skip lunch?"

"I was a little busy going on a rampage I missed lunch." Phoebe said, hoping her stomach wouldn't growl again.

Donovan patted her thigh and kept walking at high speed. "Well, we're almost there. You sure you don't want to stop the koala cling?"

Phoebe shook her head. "No, you're comfortable. And this means I don't have to walk either so it's a win for me."