Showcase, Part Eleven

Melisa woke to the familiar sound of Raven getting ready for her morning run. Even though they weren't at the academy anymore, something told Melisa that habit wasn't dying anytime soon.

[Some habits die hard. Though speaking of things that are hard,] Melisa thought, watching Raven's muscles flex as she pulled on her training clothes. [Damn.]

"You know," Melisa purred, her crimson eyes raking over Raven's body. She stretched like a cat, deliberately letting her nightshirt ride up. "Aaaah, you could skip the run today. I can think of some other ways to get your cardio in~"

Raven just rolled her eyes, though Melisa didn't miss the slight flush on her pale cheeks or the way her gaze lingered on Melisa's exposed thigh.

"Unlike some people," Raven said, tying her hair back with practiced efficiency, "I actually maintain a training schedule. Some of us can't just fuck our way to magical power."