"Team Dumas, wait!" the duo heard someone call out in a Swedish accent. They turned to find the female judge making her way towards them.

"If I may say something." She said;
“I'd just like to say that I am very impressed. Not only was that performance absolutely flawless, but I haven't seen such a display of real passion like that on the floor like that all tour!" She exclaimed excitedly.
"Your performance tonight was very inspiring..." Her gaze saddened for a second.
“I haven’t danced since my car accident last year." She pulls up her pant leg, a moving spotlight catching a glint of something metallic, and attached from her knee down; was a prosthetic leg.

"You two have inspired me to maybe try again one day. Though I know I can never be as good as I was, due to the horrible mobility of this thing. I was reminded tonight that dancing is as much for the love of the sport as it is for the sport. You can just feel the desire radiating from the two of you! Your complete contact technique is baffling, and I've never seen anything like it, but you pull it off so well."
The judge complimented sincerely.
"You really can't keep your hands off each other can you?"

Toxic look down at his partner; to find her already smiling up at him.
"No, no we really can't!" She laughed, answering the judge in complete honesty.

Her skin was still electrified from the dance floor when they reached the room. Silence filled the suite as they readied themselves for the after-party downstairs. They didn't speak unless necessary, they hadn't much after what happened this morning. They had nearly kissed and no amount of downplaying it would convince her otherwise. She had felt everything he had been talking about, passion, wanting, all of it, and when had his face had been that close to hers, she had felt that same strange urge to swap spit as well. So after all, it wasn’t only him doing the desiring.

That pained look in his eyes when he realized what he was doing, when she knew he had realized what he wanted to do it, and had to stop himself... Seeing that pain had made her kiss him on the cheek.
She still couldn't believe that she had done that, displayed that type of foreign affection towards him.
What on earth was I thinking? She thought to herself, starring intensely at her reflection in the bathroom mirror as she pulled on a green cocktail dress.

In that split second, she had wanted to do so badly. To kiss him. But instead she had to settle for quenching that urge with a small peck to the side of his face. Oddly enough, and as much as she wanted to, she didn't regret doing it. Galaxy Girl closed her eyes, shuddering slightly and remembering the seemingly innocent encounter down to the last detail. The feeling of his remarkably soft skin as it brushed against her lips. The strange sensations it had wrought felt like the one time he’d electrocuted her when she was 9, only instead of the immense pain she felt then, she only felt incredibly wonderful now.

His face when she had pulled back, he looked like a dumbstruck puppy. She though it was the most adorable thing, to see her ever witty, know it all villain at a complete loss for words. Luckily her brain snapped back into motion just in time for her to come up with a viable excuse for her sudden action. She didn't lie to him, but she wasn't completely honest either. True she was caught up in the passion of the moment, but that passion wasn't just brought on by a couple dance steps. There was clearly something else.
And it was far more disturbing than a random brushing of skins.

Am I really developing an attraction to him? Or has this been there all along?
She hastily tried forcing herself from thinking about it, but got only little result.
She knew she couldn't even entertain the idea of falling for him.
He was evil. Really evil, like 'Rule the World or Bust" would be his bumper sticker. That is of course, if Toxic believed in such tacky things like bumper stickers.
Also, he had kind of devoted his life to snuffing the living daylight out of her , and Galaxy Girl couldn't even recollect  the number of times he's tried to kill her. She'd been poisoned, entombed, shot or caught in a death trap at least every other week. She'd lost track of all the different ways he'd tried to kill her. He wasn't just any old Villain either, he was the son of her father's long time arch rival. They were practically bred to be at each other’s throats; thanks to the first-hand tutorials they got from their fathers.  

It was the only thing their dear old dads had ever agreed on; that they were destined to be rivals. If their fathers ever so much as found out they shared friendly conversations during battles, she didn't know about Mastermind, but she knew with absolute certainty that her own dad would blow a gasket from here to Mars and back.
Besides even if Toxic wasn't a Villain, he was still a high level mega genius, and so, it was highly unlikely at least in her mind, to believe that he could  really even feel silly human things like romantic feelings.

The thought of her always-in-control nemesis pining over anyone seemed utterly ridiculous. He was the idol of mind over body. She figured his radiation would kill off any emotional or psychical notion before it ever reached his brain. Galaxy Girl’s mind reeled as she thought about her Villain in a new light. Not to exaggerate things, but it was disturbing.

He was raised on the dark side; Mastermind had made sure of that, every aspect of his upbringing had helped to mold him into who he was now. Evil pumped through him, quite literally. It flowed throughout his being in a deadly green radioactive form that only she was immune to.
Heck I'm not even immune to it, when he touches me I go from bulletproof and able to bench press a Boing 747, to ....human. Fleshy and breakable.
She thought to herself with a shudder. But there is another side to him, one that he only shows to you.
The annoying, and morally questionable alternate voice in her head was back with renewed vengeance.

To the world; he's emotionless and cold, he puts on a good facade but you have always been able to see right through it. Her inner dialogue continued.
You've seen him act more human than any human in the whole world.

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