Give her a #3 (Sam)

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew woke up early that morning refreshed. Really there was nothing quite like streaking to wipe a guy out for a good nights rest. Yesterday was all around amazing, from seeing boobs to making people scared for life. Really he couldn't think of a better combination for a day at school. However he wouldn't be going to School today, and neither would Sam. At least she had better not since he had told her not too.

Mathew got in to the shower, debating the events of the day, what exactly he wanted to do. There were so many options. They could go out to lunch, or they could hit a movie. There was always the mall and the arcade. The park was always a good option, but none of those were flashy enough. Nothing quite stuck out. That was until he decided to pull out the big guns.

A wicked grin crossed his face, a small chuckle escaped his lips. Then he winced in pain as some shampoo got in his eyes. Quickly rinsing it out of his face and hair he would step out of the shower and dry off before walking to his room, bare ass naked. What? Did you really think he was worried about people seeing his body?

He went to his closet and pulled out a nice button down shirt. A light Green that went with his eyes. A pair of comfortable jeans, and of course his black speedo. Dull Green letters on the ass spelling out "ED" obviously meaning Earth Dragon, not Erectile Dysfunction. Once he was dressed he would call Sam up on his cell phone.

"Hey Sam, it's Mathew. Meet me at Golden Gate Park in an hour, and make sure to wear a bathing suit under your clothing ok?" He said waiting for her to confirm. When she did he hung up and dialed the phone again. He needed to make a couple of calls to get things ready.

"Hey Steve, yeah it's Mathew. Yeah I am going to need you today. No. No it isn't that. No nothing like that. I'm doing a number three. No a number three. Right, ok yeah. I will see you in about twenty minutes."

[Sam Ballerino]

Sam woke up when her alarm went off. She snoozed for 10 minutes, then showered and got half dressed before she remembered that she wasn't going to school today. Goddammit. She crawled back under the covers and slept a little longer until she heard the phone ring. She picked up immediately, knowing who it was.

"Hello?" That one came out groggier than she'd intended to, and she cleared her throat. "Hello?" Golden Gate Park. One hour. Bring swimsuit. "Ok, but -" Click.

Great. So she had an hour to get ready, get to the park, and find out which one of the 1,017 acres he night be hiding in.

This'll be an adventure.

She picked out a swimsuit and put it on, followed after with a white halter top and a simple pair of denim capris. Grabbing an apple and a beach towel, she made it on a bus and to the park with 15 minutes before she was supposed to meet him, and instead of randomly searching the park in hopes of meeting him on the way, she thought she'd send him a text.

Which part of the park are u gonna b in?

Sam found a park bench to sit on. She took a deep breath and sighed, trying to push the butterflies out. She was going on a date with a guy she'd met once before. And he had been naked.

Well, it wasn't exactly like I could say no to him...

Sam supposed she could have, but she hadn't really wanted to find out what he would have done, had she refused. Besides, he was a Pillar. Which (hopefully) meant he was of some upstanding character, yes?

She bounced her cell phone from one hand to the other, waiting for a response.

[Mathew Amtrum]

The roar of a helicopter could be heard throughout the area, Mathew standing at the open door held a pair of binoculars to his eyes scanning the area for Sam. They had been in the area for a good ten minutes scanning around the entrances to see if she entered when he finally spotted her. It was true he could have told her where to meet him in the park, or he could have called her, but this was much more dramatic. Moving back inside of the chopper he would call out to the pilot telling him where she was and telling him to go lower. He gave Mathew a thumbs up to signal that he heard him and began to change his course.

When the neared and started to lower Mathew would push out the rope ladder that was installed, slowly climbing down the ladder, being careful to hold on for deal life, his knuckles white from the tightness of his grip, anything for the sake of looking cool and showy really.

The sound would get louder and louder as the helicopter approached from behind Sam, lowering so that the ladder was hovering above the ground, Mathew a few steps from the bottom with his hand outstretched to Sam, once again he was just trying to be overly showy.

[Sam Ballerino]

Sam was still waiting, when she heard the whir of a helicopter above. She looked up, expecting a news copter, but couldn't see any major news station logos on the side. As she watched, the copter circled, and came back around over her again. Sam began looking around suspiciously for anyone suspicious in the area, in case it was a news copter doing some kind of live chase or something.

Eventually she realized that the heli was planning to actually land just behind where she was, and all she could do was watch, holding her hair down as the wind whipped up around her. The copter was developing a small crowd now as others, like her, were wondering what the hell a helicopter was doing landing in the middle of Golden Gate Park.

Sam stood up to join the thin crowd, and as she did a rope ladder unrolled and a figure began climbing down it. Sam began pushing past people to get forward when she realized that the figure who was now perched a few steps above the ground and holding his hand out to her... was Mathew himself.

Oh, my...

She didn't really know what to think. No words would come. She stepped forward, fully aware of all the eyes on her, and took his hand, using her other one to grab one of the lower rungs and pull herself up with him so one foot was on the rung below his, and the other was hanging free. She was glad she hadn't worn a skirt today. Sneaking her arm around the rung so she was grabbing it with the crook of her elbow, she looked up at him, raising her eyebrow and giving him a little half grin. A sarcastic little thought popped into her head.

Could you have been any more extravagant?

[Mathew Amtrum]

The roar of the Helicopter was loud, and he would have to yell to be heard over it. Looking down at her he grinned, a cocky grin. He loved showing off. He loved people seeing just what he could do, knowing that it would be an experience to remember. And one thing he was sure of, that Sam would always remember the first date she had with Mathew Amtrum.

"Hold on tight! We need to climb up!" He shouted out, pointing upwards in case she couldn't hear him. Then, he slowly started to climb up, the helicopter already moving upwards. It was part of the thrill, a bit of danger. Mathew being used to this already managed to climb up with only minor difficulty, and would extend his hand down to the ladder from the inside of the helicopter to help Sam up with the last leg of the climb.

When they were both safely in he moved forward to shut the doors, offering them some safety and quiet. When he turned around to face her his face was still split in to that same grin, he just brushed his hair with his hand. Running it through his brown hair several times to get it a bit unmessed up.

"So did you bring a bathing suit like I told you too? We are going to go swimming." He said with a glint in his eye. They certainly were not going to a pool, not with a start like this.

[Sam Ballerino]

Sam could barely hear him over the roar of the copter blades, but she got the gist of what he was saying and nodded. Climb? Oh, boy... Climbing a rope ladder in midair as you're dangling from a helicopter wasn't exactly the safest thing in the world, but she managed not to fall and break anything. It took a lot more effort than she expected, and she was a ways behind him, grateful for the help once he'd gotten in himself. As the doors closed and the deafening noise was mostly shut out, she took a moment to steady herself, still a little breathless from adrenaline and the effort of climbing.

She made an attempt to put her hair back into place, but it had gotten so whipped around from the wind created by the copter blades that she gave up and pulled out a rubber band to tie it up into a quick ponytail. Looking up at him, she caught his eye, and smiled back at him; damn, that grin was contagious. And so was the cockiness that came with it. She couldn't help a little teasing jab: "I almost didn't recognize you with clothes on."

A fair enough statement, she thought. The only time she'd seen him previous, he had been completely nude.

She didn't directly answer his question, merely pulled back a strap of her white halter top to reveal another dark red strap - she already had it on. Instead she asked one of her own.

"Swimming? Where?" She didn't imagine it would be something as simple as a pool. After the helicopter entrance, a simple pool would be a little anticlimactic, she thought.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew grinned when he watched her try to fix up her hair. The downfall of having long hair he supposed, though to be fair she didn't know how he was going to be meeting her. He was pleased to see that she had indeed brought a swim suit, and had it on already. It would save her the trouble of having to put it on while in the helicopter.

"Hmmmm well you will just have to wait and find out. It's a surprise. Don't worry though, it isn't too far away." He said grinning wickedly at her.

He didn't bother to turn away from her as his hands started to unbutton his shirt. They would have to get ready pretty soon, and he was willing to just do it now. So as if it was the most natural thing in the world Mathew started to strip in front of the girl. Taking off his shirt first, then kicking off his shoes.

"You might want to strip down to it though. Like I said it won't be too long." He said as he started to undo his pants, pushing them down to reveal the black speedo, the letters ED on the back of it. They of course stood for Earth Dragon. Last to go would be his socks.

[Sam Ballerino]

Sam sighed, amused and exasperated. Where were they going?? She hadn’t really expected an answer, but she had asked anyway because, well… it never hurt to ask. She bit her lip, puzzling over it. Not too far away… it must be the coast. Did he get a helicopter just to take her to the beach? Apparently so. Again, though, it seemed like there had to be more to the story than that.

And then he started stripping. The streaking day at school was still fresh on her mind, and seeing him start taking his shirt off without a care in the world, but after a moment she got over it, and pulled her own off to fully reveal the dark red halter top “tankini” that she had on underneath. As she looked up again, she noticed that his pants had come off, too. Oh, boy… that was definitely a Speedo. And, she had to say, he definitely looked good. Actually, he was one of the only people Sam had ever seen with a Speedo who hadn’t made her want to run and hide in disgust, which was rather nice. She began pulling her capris off to reveal the matching red bottoms, and, looking over at him again, noticed that there was something written on the back of the black Speedo.

“What does Ed mean?” Ed? Sam thought it was an odd thing to have on your ass, especially if your name was Mathew.

[Mathew Amtrum]

"You don't know?" He asked with a small laugh. It was kind of cute, he was so used to being famous he assumed everybody would know. Hell most people did. It was kind of nice to not be as known now and then.

"It stands for Earth Dragon, my title." He said grinning at her. He knew he had a reputation for being indestructible, unmovable, unyielding. As hard to wear down as stone. It just so happened that he also possessed the jacket of the once legendary Earth Dragon, from New York City.

With all things considered he went with it, embracing Earth as his element. It was actually kind of fun, not to mention the rumors about him intimidated almost anyone that had the guts to fight him.

Watching as she stripped down to her swimsuit he grinned before letting out an approving whistle. He wasn't sure if she would blush or get flustered, or if she would take the compliment as it was. It wouldn't stop him either way, when it came to girls he was very forward, he didn't think being subtle accomplished anything other then putting you in a friend zone. He liked to make his intentions perfectly clear.

"May I just say you look fabulous." He said, his face still split in to that same ol' grin.

[Sam Ballerino]

“Earth Dra- oh. E. D, not Ed. My bad…” She blushed lightly. Well, didn’t she feel dumb. Though it did comfort her a little but that he wasn’t walking around wearing the suit of some poor guy named Ed. That would have felt weird…

She had just finished stripping down to her swimsuit when she heard a whistle, and glanced up to see Mathew grinning at her. She had come to realize that Mathew was not one to be subtle when talking to a girl, and it was an interesting challenge for her. She was getting used to it, though; she blushed lightly when he complimented her, but took it in stride.

“Thanks,” she said, grinning at him before folding up her clothes and shoving them into her bag. “It’s one of the things I dearly love about being a dancer – I don’t have to cram for swimsuit season.”

Sam knew she had a good body. It was just a fact. Sam did more physical activity in a day than most people did in a week, so she wasn’t ever very concerned with her weight. But she never usually bragged about it at all. She just couldn’t figure out what it was about this guy that made her so… confident. Cocky, almost. Maybe it was because he was so forward himself, and she felt like she had to match him. Whatever it was, it made her braver, and it was a fun feeling for her to play with while she was with him. Even if she knew it wouldn’t last after he was gone.

She put her hands on her hips, and looked him up and down one more time. “You don’t look so bad yourself, you know.” Understatement of the century, wasn’t it? It was. He looked good. Mmm, mmm, good.

Play it cool, Sam. Just play it cool.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew was always cocky about his body. Years of fighting, and training, and physical activity has honed his body in to what he personally thought of as a masterpiece. While he was no model, with useless muscles that bulged from an exercise machine, his body was toned and obviously fit. His muscles tight from constant use. Hands calloused, and surprisingly few scars. Only the one on his face, one on his back going from his left shoulder to his right hip, and under his hair at the base of his neck a brand could be seen. A Yin Yang symbol, with three parts instead of two. Good, Evil, and Neutrality he assumed. He never asked, he never got the chance since Bishop ran like a bitch afterward.

"Oh? You don't think I look bad either?" He said grinning, enjoying the compliment. He was vain and he knew it, he enjoyed people stroking his ego. Mathew would walk forward a bit so that he was standing in front of her, his legs spreading apart shoulder length, his right hand shooting upwards so that it was angled up and straight. His left arm cocked back as he struck a pose for her, enjoying his chance to show off.

"Go on, you can touch. I am not a piece of art behind a velvet rope." He said with a small laugh as he encouraged her to touch his body.

[Sam Ballerino]

Sam smirked, a slow, smoldering smirk that spread over her lips like melting butter. He was showing off for her, and she enjoyed it.

"No, I don't think you look bad at all." She took her left index and gently placed it on the side of his face, by his ear, where his scar was. Slowly she drew her finger downwards, tracing part of his scar and going along his neck to the beginning of his shoulder. "You should be a model," she said softly, as her finger moved slowly down his chest to his stomach, finally lifting when she reached his navel.

She got a sudden image of the two of them on a beach, a photographer snapping shots and shouting directions as they alternated between sexy poses and playing in the water together. That would be a fun photoshoot...

A very fun photoshoot...

She looked up at him, suddenly aware of just how much taller than her he really was. "You could model Speedos," she quirked an eyebrow at him flirtatiously, and throwing a covert glance downwards - a covert glance she knew he'd catch.

[Mathew Amtrum]

He felt her finger touch his scar, slowly tracing down it. It left a tingling numb sensation where her finger had been, strange, but not unpleasant. He let her finger continue slowly moving down his body until she reached his naval pulling away. When she made the comment about him being a model he laughed. Not a small chuckle but a full out laugh, the idea of him being as model was just outrageous, he has seen Zoolander. Not his cup of tea.

"I don't think I am cut out for being a model. My muscles are not useless." He said with a wink.

When she looked down at him, covertly, but not so covert as to avoid detection. One of those looks that said "I want you to see me looking but I want us to pretend I am not looking."

"And I do model speedos, I just do it for free." He said with his own flirtatious wink as he stepped closer to her, leaning down and kissing her. That is unless she avoided his lips. He wasn't the type to ask normally, and since they were on a date why not. Though what a way to start. She has seen him naked already, they have kissed, and he has seen her topless. Not a bad way to start a first date.

"Though maybe if you are really lucky, I will give you a real show of what I got." He said with a grin after he broke off the kiss, giving her another small one afterward.

[Sam Ballerino]

Sam put her hands on her hips and stared up at him as he laughed, an "oh really?" sort of look on her face. He seemed to think it was absolutely outrageous, but Sam was actually serious. It was a fairly easy job, and easy money. She’d done it a couple of times, and even still had an agent who called her every 6 months or so to do a couple of little jobs.

"You don't have to have useless muscles to be a model," she informed him. "You just have to be good looking." It was a subtle sort of compliment, but Sam trusted Mathew's intelligence to be able to pinpoint it. It was actually her that was the slow one, as it took her half a second to figure out what he meant by “modeling for free,” and by the time she’d gotten it there was no time for a response, because Mathew’s lips were on hers, and all that came out was a surprised little “Mmm!” But she relaxed into it after a second. She’d almost forgotten what a good kisser he was.

She snickered a little bit at his next comment; not derisively, but purely because he amused her. This brave, new her that wasn’t scared or nervous about flirting with him at all. “Really? So what exactly is it that you’ve got? And how much am I gonna have to suck up to you today to get it?” she smirked a little, running both her hands up his chest and winding them around his neck.

There was a small part of her that was still really nervous about how forward she was being with Mathew. She just could not figure out why it was that he brought out this part of her that he never even knew existed. But it fascinated her, intrigued her, and made her want to explore it. See where it went. She was having a lot of fun with it, so why the hell not?

[Mathew Amtrum]

He caught the compliment and he took it without any of that fake modest crap most people pulled. He hated it when people did that, it was beyond annoying. Instead of acting all modest he just had a very smug smile on his face. He knew he was good looking, but he would be damned if that was going to be his career path.

If his grin was smug before it turned devilish when she asked him how much she was going to have to suck up to him to get it today, her arms snaking up his chest before wrapping around his neck. His own arms moving around her waist pulling her body in to his as he leaned forward their lips meeting once again.

He enjoyed kissing her, he enjoyed flirting. The little game she seemed to play, adventurous, yet reserved. It was interesting, but it was still a game and she was still the prey. She would still fall to the hunter.

"Who knows, I suppose you will just have to suck up to me as much as you can and hope I show you." He said winking after the kiss was over. He would hold her for a few more moments before letting go of her, moving away and turning to the front part of the chopper. He would reach under a seat and grab two orange swimming vests. They were not pretty, but he didn't want to take any chances, he was reckless but not stupid. The Ocean had strong currents and if they were unlucky they could be in trouble. Though, that was why the Helicopter would stay in the area, hopefully to make sure that wasn't an issue.

"Put this on." He said as he tossed one of the vests to her before putting his own on. If she had any trouble with it he would help her as well. They were almost to their destination.