Hit Me With Your Best Shot - Holtzmann x Reader
Summary: In which Holtzmann and the reader have a flirting match.
A/N: Gif isn’t mine. Also, still open for requests! x
Oh my golly gosh I’m so in love with this woman it’s not even funny anymore
You heard Patty call your name as you entered the bar and you went to join your team mates at one of the high tables, hopping onto the stool next to Holtzmann. You two had been dancing around each other for a while now but neither of you were sure how to make the first move. So of course, it resorted to stolen glances and outrageous flirting, much to the begrudging delight of the rest of your friends.
‘Y/L/N,’ the blonde greeted, a small smirk on her face.
'Holtzmann,’ you replied in kind. As you waved the bar tender down, signalling for the same drink Holtzmann had.
'So did you know, if Silver Surfer and Iron Man teamed up they’d be pretty good alloys.’ You couldn’t help but chuckle at her terrible joke. She grinned as well, pleased she’d managed to get you to laugh. The rest of the team groaned.
'I like your shirt by the way,’ you started, ready to playfully kick it up a notch from jokes to pick up lines. Just to see how the engineer would react, 'did you get it in the sale? Y'know at my place it’d be 100% off.’ Holtzmann shook her head, clearly ready to match you. She countered with a fantastic response, before taking a long swig of her drink.
The pair of you continued as the evening went on. Truth be told you both had the same plan: egg the other one on just enough to get them to cave and ask the other out, but neither of you wanted to be the one to cave; you were both equally petrified of the notion of asking the other one out.
Finally Holtzmann played her trump card. Sure she’d come up with better before but in the spur of the moment this was the only thing she could think of. Lucky for her, it worked… Almost.
'I gotta be honest, Y/N I really love your outfit,’ she said, giving you a devilishly sinful once over, 'but…’ She savoured this, 'I think it’d look way better on my bedroom floor.’ You choked slightly on your drink and Holtzmann laughed, her eyes not leaving yours, willing you to best her. Oh boy, did you want to put her back in her place.
'Wipe that grin off your face, you minx!'
'Why don’t you come over here and make me?’ The blonde taunted, a sultry look gracing her features. You hummed and placed your hands on Holtzmann’s knees and she visibly tensed. You leaned in closer, sliding your hands up her thighs.