“Cait! You promised,” Lira whined, stationed behind a control panel in one of the Coliseum’s Onyxiron multipurpose rooms.

  “Okay, yeah, I did, but this thing is what, basically just a cancer gun?” Cait replied, gesturing nervously at the sinister green glow emanating from the mounted blaster.

  “Ideally, yes!” Lira beamed. “Newest thing from MedCorps!”

  “Don’t sound so happy about that. Should have known they didn’t take ‘do no harm’ too seriously when they pulled out that Saw trap of an anal probe.”

  “Oh, yeah, the Bunker is where the Hippocratic Oath goes to die. On the X, please?” Lira responded, voice sweet as sugar.

  “Listen. I want to help with weapons testing. But we do have an Altered that could get rid of cancer on base right? I know that’s not in Dawn’s wheelhouse.”

  “Yeah! Honestly, if you weren’t so aggravatingly invulnerable MedCorps could probably take care of anything themselves. But, since you are, Witch Doctor could do some magic bullshit. The X, babe?”

  Sighing, Cait stood on the X. Lira’s grin widened to the same terrifying manic proportions it always did when she talked Cait into more weapons testing. She slammed her fist down on a big red button with gusto.

  Cait had never stood in front of a microwave with the door open, but as the glow from the blaster intensified exponentially, she imagined it must feel something like this. It was like a hot, dry wind, slamming into her and making her hair stand on end. And, as far as she could tell, that was it.

  “Okay, Metric,” she addressed Lira, using her codename for this. “Scan me right the fuck now.”

  The bright green of Lira’s eyes became teal as they glowed faintly blue. She frowned.

  Its fucked up that I have no idea if that means she’s sad I have cancer now, or if she’s sad the gun didn’t work.

  “One of these days, I’ll kill you, I swear to god.” Lira muttered, loud enough Cait knew she was supposed to hear.

  “Hey!”

  “Its my job!” Lira explained, smiling sweetly and bouncing over to grab Cait around the waist and looking up at her. “I promise, until I do, the sex will be excellent.”

  “How does none of this translate to the bedroom? For such a sadist, you’re an excellent sub.”

  Lira’s entire demeanor changed, sending a chill down her spine, and, if she was being honest, a shock to her cock. That sweet smile took on a wicked edge, and her eyes turned hard. She brought a hand up to cup Cait’s chin, gently but firmly pulling it down an inch towards her.

  “Do you want me to take control, kitten?”

  Up until ‘kitten’, Cait was leaning towards yes. It’d be new, and Lira had never been anything less than fantastic at the things they’d tried. But using the terminology Cait remembered finding in her mom’s hidden smut when she was 12 killed any inclination she had to be submissive towards the redhead.

  Moving quickly, Cait grabbed Lira’s thighs just below her ass, picking her up and pressing her back against the wall. Lira yelped, the speed of the role reversal and the chilly Onyxiron wall taking her off guard. Cait grinned down into her wide eyed expression. She pressed her forehead to hers.

  “If you want control, you’ll have to actually be able to take it,” she said, letting a little bass creep into her voice. Its all playacting after all, might as well get into it.

  Cait leaned down, bringing her lips to meet Lira’s softly, before pressing her head back against the wall with the force of her kiss. She felt Lira’s hand move from her shoulder to wind itself into her hair, pulling her closer, begging her not to break away.

  Cait’s comm actually rang, and she groaned. She’s set it to only actually make sounds when Director Swan was calling, everyone else could wait.

  “I swear to god, if I got gash guarded by Beth just so she could jump your bones, you will remember this as my villain origin story,” complained Lira, dropping her cheek to rest against Cait’s breasts. The Amazon kept her pinned to the wall, on the off chance this would be quick.

  “Director?” she answered, the comm swirling into being in her hand.

  “Cait! I believe I owed you a meeting, one where we could discuss…. Everything.”

  That word had some heat on it, and Cait was pretty sure Lira could feel her cock twitch as she remembered the Director’s promise before they’d left to hunt Ironhide.

  Lira’s head shot up, locking eyes with Cait in a scowl.

  ‘No. Fucking. Way.’ She mouthed silently, shaking her head.

  Cait just smiled down at her, shrugged, and let her legs drop to the floor. She waved behind her as she left the room.

  “Why yes, Director. You do owe me.”

  The chuckle Director Swan gave before she hung up the phone made sure Cait’s walk to her apartment was visibly awkward for everyone.

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  Cait’s upper head caught up with her lower one on the elevator ride up to the penthouse. She didn’t feel bad about leaving Lira like that, that was comedy, and honestly the ‘revenge’ Lira took on her later was liable to be hot as hell. But she’d been linked up to Kennedy too often lately to miss the discomfort of the girl when her mom entered the little dance they were all doing.

  Man, fuck feelings.

  The elevator open, and Cait’s vision snapped to the Director. The woman was naked, laying back across one of the red leather couches in her living room. Cait’s eyes drank in cream white skin, stark against the crimson backdrop, and every other glorious treat the Director’s body had on offer.

  Then, in a first for her, she sighed and sat down on the couch opposite Elizabeth. It wasn’t often the Director looked confused, but that did it.

  “Cait?” she asked, genuine concern in her voice. Cait smiled back at her. Honestly, she’d have been worried about herself too.

  “Don’t think I’m gonna follow through on this, Director,” Cait explained, allowing a bit of regret to creep into her voice as her eyes traced the elegant line of Elizabeth’s neck down to those magnificent boobs.

  The Director actually smiled then, wide and bright. She rose, and walked over, pulling Cait’s chin up so her eyes met her own, rather than being locked on the sway of her hips. Elizabeth bent down, tantalizingly close, then kissed Cait on the forehead.

  “Good girl,” she said, and sat on her lap.

  Cait laid a hand on the smooth skin of her hip, and the way her fingers sunk into its plush warmth nearly made her melt. She looked up into The Director's dark eyes, kind, sad, and more than a a little amused.

  She's enjoying how hard this is for me.

  The Director shifted her hips a bit, lips parting just the slightest bit as her clit rubbed against the tent Cait was pitching.

  Scratch that, she's enjoying how hard I am.

  "Not... not a no forever," Cait panted, fingers clenching and unclenching around the generous curve of Elizabeth's ass, "I just... I don't think Kennedy's actually ready for this. I know the thought of it turns her on, fuck, I can feel her going crazy right now, but that's kind of it, right? She's been closed off to all of this so long, making this kind of move..."

  Elizabeth stopped the rush of Cait's words with a finger against her lips, followed quickly with her own pressed gently, almost lovingly against the other side of it. She pulled back, that same amused smirk painted on her perfect features, but with something else beneath it now. Something calmer.

  "Are you trying to tell me you know my daughter better than I do, Miss Smith?" she asked, voice carrying laughter she didn't actually allow to sound.

  "No, no," Cait sighed, "I just...."

  This time, Elizabeth shut her up with a real kiss, hot, with all the fire Cait had expected this meeting to contain. She pushed her tongue into Cait's mouth, rocking her head back against the couch, kissing her with all she was and a need that exceeded any expectations Cait might have had. The suddeness with which she broke that kiss left a void like the aftermath of a wildfire, leaving Cait gasping for air, for composure, for her.

  "That was for that kiss you surprised me with last time," she purred, pulling Cait's face gently between her breasts, before starting to rise. “Well then, I had better get dressed,”

  Cait’s fingers dug into the soft skin of her hip, holding her in place.

  “You don’t have to….” Cait muttered, voice nearly breaking as the cognitive dissonance of dismissing this stunning woman made its influence known.

  Elizabeth laughed, and Cait let her fingers be pried off.

  “I think I do, Cait,” she said, finally rising. “I’m not in the habit of torturing my Guardians.”

  Cait cocked an eyebrow at that, remembering the Director’s glee at fucking with her before dinner with her parents last week.

  “Well not torturing them when they don’t deserve it. You were trying to fuck your crush’s mother at the time, if I recall.”

  “I’m not sure I’d characterize the dynamic in exactly those terms.” Cait shot back. By her estimation of things, Elizabeth had been the much more aggressive of the pair during this flirtation.

  “Hmm, well, the difference would be semantic, I suppose,” the Director responded, pulling on a slinky black dress from where it had been discarded behind the couch. She walked back over to Cait, bending towards her. Cait scowled at the beautiful expanse of cleavage the motion revealed.

  “Well, Cait. Remember, I'm not waiting, but I am available,” she breathed, and Cait directed her scowl towards her face.

  “ ‘Not in the habit of torturing my employees’, my ass.”

  Elizabeth laughed, patting Cait on the cheek.

  “Now, get the fuck out of my apartment. You’ve been a terrible call-girl, but I have ‘bitches on speed dial’.”

  That got a smile out of Cait, and, still not believing she was passing this up, even just for now, she hopped back into the elevator with a wave.

  She checked her phone to find a flood of messages from Lira.

  L: i cannot believe you

  L: you cant just leave girls wet

  L: we will get sick

  L: for real

  L: turquoise twat is a real disease

  L: its in the dsm iv

  L: whos your least favorite person on campus

  L: I don’t give a fuck if its austin

  L: even twinky baristas wouldn’t pass this up

  L: idiot

  C: pass

  L: !!!

  L: you bitch!

  C: where are you?

  L: your room, obviously

  L: laying in ambush

  L: waiting

  L: with a knife

  C: cant promise bloodplay will work out the way you hope, but youre welcome to try

  Lira did, as threatened, stab Cait in the chest. Kudos to her, she had moved to the Palace entryway, so it was actually a surprise. The real shock, however, came when Lira scraped the tip of the knife down Cait’s skin, slicing through the scarlet tube top she’d been wearing.

  “Whoops! Looks like we’re gonna have to go back to your room….” Lira ran her eyes over Cait’s exposed torso before smirking up at her.

  “Oh you bitch,” Cait chuckled. She picked Lira up, holding her sideways, tummy against her chest.

  “Could always just wear you,” she teased, making for the stairwell.

  “Only thing you’re gonna wear me like is a condom!” Lira said, slapping at Cait’s ass. “Get a move on!”

  ---------------------

  Lira smiled up at Cait with tired eyes.

  “Its like, 4 o clock, but I want to pass out.”

  “I’ll cuddle up with you if you wanna nap,” Cait said, returning her smile. She wasn’t tired, but Lira had been a trooper.

  The redhead took her up on it, wiggling into Cait’s arms, sighing as she rested her head on Cait’s bicep. Cait rested her chin on top of Lira’s head.

  “I, uh, turned down Director Swan today,” Cait said, wincing.

  “You WHAT!?” yelled Lira, suddenly awake. “Are you insane?”

  “Heh, maybe.” Cait responded, letting Lira pull herself out of her arms to glare at her. “But you haven’t been linked up to Kennedy as often as I have recently. I think I get what you were trying to do there, and I even think it worked to begin with, but it isn’t now. And Lira, I want to make this work. With both of you.”

  Lira’s glare softened, then fell away. She cuddled back into the hollow of Cait’s neck.

  “Me too,” she said softly. Cait expected her to continue, but she didn’t. Soon, the steady brush of her breath on her chest told her she’d found sleep. Cait closed her eye, spending the next hour or two in meditation, before her comm buzzed in her head. She summoned it into the hand Lira wasn’t laying on, and saw a text from an unknown number.

  Q: It’s Qi

  Q: Dinner?

  Well well well, if it isn’t the consequences of my actions.