Curry Munching with the French Boy

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AN: DOUBLE UPDATE BECAUSE I WAS GONE FOR SO LOOONNGG...LISTEN TO THE SONG SKFKJSH

"Are you sure you can't make it for tonight's game?" Avril asked one more time. She felt really bad that I couldn't play the match.

"I'm certain, Av, I can't put any strain on my ankle or else I'll never be able to play." I answered.

"Are you sure sure?"

"Yes! Now go, you need to warm up. Good luck!" I cooed into the receiver

"Thanks, you rest up well, cocksucker." She teased before hanging the phone up. Ever since I had told her about mine and Devin's...escapades, she had taken to calling me a cocksucker. She wasn't too pleased when I told her I came all over her bed, and forced me to come over to scrub it clean.  

"Lea, you ready?" Devin yelled from the lounge.

"Just a minute!" I replied, sweeping black mascara over my lashes.

I had lied to Avril, but it was only a small white lie. It turned out my ankle wasn't as badly sprained as the nurse made it out to be, and by the following day the pain was reduced to an occasional throb. I wore the crutches to school to keep up the 'injured' look, but in reality I was perfectly well. I only lied because I stood by my theory that if I missed tonight's game, Avril would be noticed.

So here I was in Devin's bathroom getting ready for the Halloween party instead of getting ready for the biggest game of my high school career.

"Kitten!" Devin shouted banging on the door.

"Hold on!" I mumbled whilst trying to apply lipstick.

"You're making us late!" He accused. I gave myself one more look in Devin's tiny bathroom mirror and huffed irritably. I put all my makeup away and yanked the door open. Devin's arm was raised as if he were about to bang on the door again. He looked angry, about to tell me off, but then his eyes raked over my body and he seemed dumbfounded.

I had hired a black leather jumpsuit for the night from a costume shop. It fit like a second skin and accentuated my curves with a low cut neck line that exposed a little cleavage. I strapped on a black utility belt around the waist and placed two fake guns into the holders. I was wearing knee high black boots with heels, and around my thighs were straps containing more holders. I was wearing black leather gloves with the fingers cut out, and had taken an hour to get my hair pinstraight so that I could tie it into a sleek, high, ponytail. My makeup was done plain and simple, with black eyeliner and deep, red lipstick. I felt pretty good about how I looked that evening, although the idea of wearing such a provocative outfit in front of Devin's colleagues made me nervous.

I glared at Devin as I held the door open, "You couldn't give me just one minute." I snapped at him.

"Fuck. I just - God, I can't." Devin struggled with his words as he pushed his hair back, "You look - " He really was having a hard time trying to form a sentence and it was cute watching him get flustered.

Devin was wearing the Captain America outfit I had gotten him at the costume shop. It was navy blue with a silver star in the middle of his chest and stripes extending to his arms. It made his arms and chest look really buff and his abs looked pretty damned good. The suit was skin-tight the whole way down till his navy boots. He had a big belt around his waist and held his plastic shield awkwardly in his hand.

Even though the costume was fake, the way Devin looked in it glorified the whole thing. His hair was up in a quiff and he had shaved earlier, giving him a clean face. His blue eyes glimmered with lust as his eyes travelled across my body and I blushed.