Pantheon Interlude(s) - Raquel and... Kali?
Yes, you read that right. Raquel and Kali. As with the other two, it's rated NC-17. Enjoy!
Well, I did promise you a surprise, didn't I?
Bet none of you were expecting this, though. *smirks*
Okay, you can do this, Raquel assured herself as she hesitated outside the door to the training room. You know she won't kill you, and even doing you any kind of serious harm would run counter to her best interests.
Unless she didn't think one Deb would make all that much of a difference.
No, stop that. If she really thought that, she never would have said yes. Because Kali hated wasting time, even she knew that.
She hadn't actually mentioned to anyone what she'd planned on doing, because, after their reactions to her (Monica's especially), she didn't think they'd quite understand.
Hell, she didn't even like Kali.
Never the less, this had all been her idea, so she really couldn't just stand there all day. Steeling herself, she opened the door and went in. Leaning against the far wall was Kali, who somehow managed to look as patient as a mountain and at the same time irritated at being kept waiting. It was quite a trick, Raquel decided as she closed - and after a moment's thought, locked - the door. She wasn't all that late, having only taken the quickest shower possible, so she didn't apologize.
Sometime between when the conference had finally broken up and right then, Kali had found the time to change from her business attire into a red V-cut sleeveless shirt and a pair of black mesh shorts. All in all, it was a much more practical outfit for a training session, even if it did show a lot of skin.
For no particular reason she could discern, Raquel swallowed hard.
Shrugging that off - whatever the hell it had been - she stepped out of her shoes and set them off to the side, then faced Kali. "So, where do we start?"
"Show me what you can do."
"Well... all right, if you promise not to maim me," she said slowly, assuming a combat stance and trying to mentally figure out if she could even get a shot in before Kali put her down.
"No. Show me what you know. Alone." Crossing her arms, Kali finally moved away from the wall.
"Oh." Well, that didn't sound quite as bad. "Run through a basic Kata, then?" The term wasn't one hundred percent accurate, as there were more then just Japanese aspects to the D.E.B.S. preferred style of fighting, but it was still applicable.
"Yes." Kali circled her while she demonstrated the basic elements of what she knew. She did throw in a couple of advanced moves, just so that her 'instructor' would know that her skills weren't all so elementary. "Stop," she finally said, expressionless.
It didn't matter what this iceberg thought of her, Raquel told herself. They'd never be an even match, anyway, and it seemed that Kali thought of anyone who wasn't as good as she was as inferior... which, while it might even have been true as far as fighting went, didn't matter. She wasn't perfect, but she was still good enough.
And if she just kept telling herself that, maybe she'd even believe it.
After studying her for a long moment, Kali finally sighed and said, "It's a start, I suppose."
For the next hour, Kali ran her through a series of different, sometimes complicated moves. Raquel thought she was getting it, and judged that she must have been improving at least a little, as Kali seemed to loosen up ever-so-slightly. Unfortunately, for some reason, this did nothing to make Raquel less tense. Indeed, almost paradoxically, the less closed off Kali got, the more nervous Raqel would be inside.
Sixty-two minutes after the lesson had begun, she finally figured it out.
Sixty-four minutes after the lesson had begun, she stopped cursing to herself in her mind.
She really should have caught it sooner, she berated herself. A colossal bitch had hurt her friends, who wouldn't hesitate to hurt her, thick tension, and an her making up an excuse for them to be alone together?
Just like high school. Well, fine. She could handle it. She just had to get through this lesson intact, then they'd never have to be alone together again.
When she found that thought both reassuring and depressing, she knew she had a problem.
Finally came the moment she'd been dreading: sparring. That Kali wouldn't hold back, except to not actually cripple her, was something of a mixed blessing. On the one hand, it would let her see how good she'd actually gotten, and show that Kali respected her enough not to pull her punches (much). On the other hand...
This was probably going to hurt.
"Ready?"
"Probably not," she admitted. "But why should that stop me?"
Her first try went about as well as she'd expected. She'd barely gotten a kick off (which was deflected) before Kali had sent her to the mat, poised for a killing strike.
The second time she didn't even get that far, Kali pinning her face down before she knew what had hit her. "You're over thinking things," Kali informed her. The feeling of the other woman's breath on her ear made Raquel bite down on her lip to keep from moaning.
Maybe Bethany was right. Maybe she did need to get laid more often.
"Could you at least let me try one of these moves?" she asked once they were on their feet again. "If only to make sure I'm getting it right?"
"The bad guys won't give you that chance," Kali said flatly. Raquel wondered if she should be amused that Kali evidently didn't consider herself a member of that group.
"I know I can't beat you," Raquel began, "but is there a way to beat someone stronger, faster, and better then me?"
Kali considered that. "You're faster then most opponents you'll face," she said at length. "You need to use that, because, as petite as you are, there will be a lot of guys that will be stronger then you, so you can't let them get their hands on you. And stop fighting fair."
"...excuse me?"
"The bad guys don't play by the rules when it comes to fighting. If you do, chances are, you'll lose. You can either fight 'honorably', or you can fight to win."
That did seem to be a fair description of how she'd gotten through the DEBS security, Raquel had to admit. "Okay."
"The most important thing for you, though, is the element of surprise. If you can take your opponent by surprise, it won't matter how big or strong they are. It wears off fast, though, so you'll have to make your first strike count."
"And hope that circumstances give me that element," Raquel commented. "That would be a bit harder to do in a group fight."
"Then just shoot them. I don't care." She looked vaguely annoyed. "If you're walking away at the end of the fight, and the other guys aren't, you win."
"Okay, but-"
"God, do you ever shut up?" She was definitely annoyed now. "I'll let you in on a little secret: Talking someone to death never works."
"I'm just trying-" Raquel started to object, but Kali had swept her legs out from under her before she could get very far.
Fine, then. She wanted Raquel to stop talking and take advantage of the element of surprise? Then that was what she'd get.
Impulsively, Raquel lunged up and kissed her.
Initially, Kali didn't even seem to know how to react to that, giving Raquel enough time to roll Kali onto her back and straddle her. She should have taken advantage of that to pin her, or otherwise do something that would win the 'fight' - or maybe just run like hell - but all rational thought had fled from her mind the second their lips had touched, and she just kept right on kissing her.
Unfortunately for her, Kali had always recovered swiftly from being surprised. She roughly broke the kiss, one hand gripping Raquel's throat, and glared. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Taking advantage of the element of surprise?"
"You can't seriously expect this to work in a fight."
"Oh, I don't know..." Raquel suddenly smiled impishly, doing her best to ignore the fact that it was getting hard to breathe. "I think it might just be the previously imaginary way for me to beat you." At something, anyway.
"Oh, really, now?" And then Kali was kissing her again, and she couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but lose herself in the kiss. She didn't even notice Kali removing her shirt until she suddenly felt a chill. And noticed she could breathe just fine, even if her heart was skittering around in her chest.
"Trained you in seduction, did they?" she gasped out as Kali's lips attached themselves to her neck. Dimly, some part of her mind registered that she was now certain to have some kind of bruise on her neck, one way or another. The thought didn't last long.
"Not exactly. Most of it I picked up on my own." Raquel was sitting back, now, head tilted back to allow Kali better access.
Raquel's only reply to that was a squeak that became a lustful moan when Kali's lips moved to her pulse point. And dammit, how had the woman found her weak point so quickly? Kali only paused long enough to remove her own shirt and toss it aside.
Raquel was hit with a fresh wave of pure lust when she saw that, as she'd suspected, Kali had worn nothing underneath it. With a quiet growl, she shoved Kali backwards and all but attacked her chest. Kali inhaled sharply, the first noise she'd made to indicate she was enjoying herself, and seized a handful of Raquel's hair. It was painful, but Raquel just poured that mild pain into what she was doing. She barely cared when she felt Kali removing her own bra, but countered a sharp tug on her hair by biting one of Kali's nipples. Kali hissed in a mix of pain and pleasure.
She'd almost forgotten how enjoyable it could be to be with another woman. Guys' chests weren't nearly this much fun. She knew she should probably be a bit more gentle, but somehow 'Kali' and 'gentle' didn't quite go together in her brain.
As if aware of the thought and determined to prove it right, Kali yanked her roughly to her feet and pushed her backwards until she slammed into the thankfully padded wall. She had about half a second to note that her skirt had just been tugged off before Kali's mouth found her own breasts and started sucking with almost punishing force.
She was going to be sore tomorrow, all right. But dear God would it be worth it.
Neither were really in the mood for foreplay, so Raquel hardly objected when Kali broke off what she was doing. She couldn't quite stop a surprised exclamation, though, when Kali then bent down, reached through Raquel's legs, and actually picked her up, Raquel's legs hanging over Kali's shoulders.
Clearly, Raquel thought with a mental smirk, she worked out. For once, she was actually glad to be so light.
Then Kali's energetic tongue found her steaming slit, and any kind of rational thought fled her. "Ay Dios mío!" she burst out, bracing herself on the wall as best she could, unable to believe this was happening. Kali was very good at what she was doing. Raquel didn't want it to end so soon, even though she knew this position couldn't possibly be as easy to maintain as Kali was making it look. On the other hand... She'd practically been ready to explode the second her skirt and panties had been removed.
Still, she didn't want to let Kali beat her that easily. She forced herself to hold out for another two excruciatingly intense minutes, restraining herself to whimpers and moans of enjoyment rather then the full-throated screams her body wanted to give. At least, she did up until the end. She was shouting, then, but she could barely hear it over the rushing in her ears, and the next thing she knew, she was seated at the base of the wall, with Kali standing over her, wiping her face with Raquel's discarded skirt. "You just wait... until... I catch... my breath..." she panted out.
Kali smirked. "And just what do you expect to happen then?" Clearly, she didn't think Raquel could match that.
Which, okay, she couldn't. But that didn't mean she would do nothing. Kali's sweat-kissed skin was proving to be more addictive then any drug she'd ever heard of; she needed to taste more of this woman. Leaning against the wall, she managed to stagger to her feet. Her legs felt like Jell-o, but that was okay, as she didn't plan on standing long.
Kali, to her surprise, let herself be tackled to the floor. Though, truthfully, it wasn't a tackle so much as it was Raquel lurching at her and knocking them both down. Either way, she didn't care, quickly slipping a hand down Kali's shorts. Again, that slight inhalation of breath.
She felt a mixture of pride and exhilaration when she found that Kali was wet for her.
She wasted no time slipping a pair of fingers inside her, and began pumping, while her mouth began planting almost feverish kisses along her lover's neck and jaw. Kali's hips shifted in what was definitely approval, and she actually groaned quietly when Raquel's other hand started playing (a bit more gently then before) with her breasts while she began sucking on Kali's earlobe, before moving on to kiss her.
Even there, they fought for dominance, tongues clashing. Kali shifted in discomfort when Raquel's hand instinctively moved to her back and found one of a set of fresh scratches that Raquel, for the life of her, couldn't remember giving her. She must have been getting close, though, because her hips had definitely started bucking more.
And even though she had pretty much already won whatever competition they had used as an excuse to start this - Raquel couldn't quite remember, just then - she evidently wasn't satisfied with that, because her fingers were suddenly inside Raquel, whose eyes became large circles as she gave Kali an incredulous, shocked look. Kali somehow smirked without using her lips, and wrapped her other arm around the back of Raquel's neck, holding her in place. Raquel moaned into the kiss, stepping up her own efforts as best she could. Her moans became more and more frantic, increasing in pitch until they were almost screams, effectively drowning the much quieter sounds that Kali was making. Raquel could still feel the vibrations against her lips, though.
Kali didn't make a big production out of getting off. Evidently, her self-control was too good for that. But when Raquel's fingers were very effectively pinned in place and the arm around her neck tightened so that the kiss was almost crushing while Kali seemed to be holding her breath, she knew.
That was the last thing she knew for a while, because Kali promptly shoved her over the edge so hard she saw stars.
By the time she was able to string together a coherent thought, Kali was already collecting her clothes and getting dressed. Somehow knowing without turning around that her lover was back on earth, she commented, "I told you that you couldn't beat me."
Licking her dry lips, Raquel looked back at her as best she could, not quite finding the energy even to lift her head up off the floor. "Can I try again sometime?"
Kali studied her for a long moment as she finished pulling on her shirt and trying to straighten her hair - though there was really nothing she could do short of taking a shower that would make it look like she hadn't just had sex - then her lips twitched once. "We'll see," she said, walking to the door, unlocking it, and leaving.
She should get up, Raquel knew. She was sprawled on her back on the mat on the floor, naked, sweaty, and exhausted. It would be very, very bad if she fell asleep there. She just couldn't find the energy.
Really, the whole 'winning or losing' thing had just been something she'd made up on the spot to justify her actions, she decided. Because with all of the people she'd no doubt been required to seduce over the course of her career, it was obvious even then to her that Kali would be better in bed - or wherever - then she was.
Yet, just this once, she didn't mind losing. She smiled.
She'd just fucked the person who'd thrashed her team, and so many other DEBS... then asked when (she may have said, but she'd wanted to know when) she could do it again. She'd pretty much betrayed her friends - to her way of thinking - yet she wouldn't have changed a thing. Even now, part of her didn't regret it, and urgently wanted more.
So she wouldn't tell them. She was a spy, they were supposed to keep secrets. Right?
Right. And there was no harm in starting now.
Kali was dangerous for her, she knew that. She knew it, and didn't care. She felt like she was the moth to Kali's flame, knowing she'd be incinerated if she got too close, but needing to do it anyway. She couldn't really stand the woman at all, but if her hormones kept overpowering her good judgment in such a fashion...
She shook her head faintly, giving the ceiling a bemused smile. She was trying to talk herself into pursuing some kind of relationship - even a purely physical one counted as a relationship, after all - with a sociopathic assassin who wouldn't feel a damn thing if she had to kill her. As she finally managed to roll over and start crawling around to collect her clothing, she wondered if she wasn't just, perhaps, going insane. She began the laborious process of getting dressed, relishing the incredible feeling of satisfaction that was lingering throughout her body.
Insanity, she mused, felt pretty good.
I know, I know. The pairing kind of took me by surprise, too. And I really can't say whether or not it'll go anywhere. But this simply had to be written. (And if this is the sort of thing I get after the muse is away for a while... Heh.) What can I say? They both had some tension to work off. ;) And don't they look hot together? ^_^
Well, I did promise you a surprise, didn't I?
Bet none of you were expecting this, though. *smirks*
Okay, you can do this, Raquel assured herself as she hesitated outside the door to the training room. You know she won't kill you, and even doing you any kind of serious harm would run counter to her best interests.
Unless she didn't think one Deb would make all that much of a difference.
No, stop that. If she really thought that, she never would have said yes. Because Kali hated wasting time, even she knew that.
She hadn't actually mentioned to anyone what she'd planned on doing, because, after their reactions to her (Monica's especially), she didn't think they'd quite understand.
Hell, she didn't even like Kali.
Never the less, this had all been her idea, so she really couldn't just stand there all day. Steeling herself, she opened the door and went in. Leaning against the far wall was Kali, who somehow managed to look as patient as a mountain and at the same time irritated at being kept waiting. It was quite a trick, Raquel decided as she closed - and after a moment's thought, locked - the door. She wasn't all that late, having only taken the quickest shower possible, so she didn't apologize.
Sometime between when the conference had finally broken up and right then, Kali had found the time to change from her business attire into a red V-cut sleeveless shirt and a pair of black mesh shorts. All in all, it was a much more practical outfit for a training session, even if it did show a lot of skin.
For no particular reason she could discern, Raquel swallowed hard.
Shrugging that off - whatever the hell it had been - she stepped out of her shoes and set them off to the side, then faced Kali. "So, where do we start?"
"Show me what you can do."
"Well... all right, if you promise not to maim me," she said slowly, assuming a combat stance and trying to mentally figure out if she could even get a shot in before Kali put her down.
"No. Show me what you know. Alone." Crossing her arms, Kali finally moved away from the wall.
"Oh." Well, that didn't sound quite as bad. "Run through a basic Kata, then?" The term wasn't one hundred percent accurate, as there were more then just Japanese aspects to the D.E.B.S. preferred style of fighting, but it was still applicable.
"Yes." Kali circled her while she demonstrated the basic elements of what she knew. She did throw in a couple of advanced moves, just so that her 'instructor' would know that her skills weren't all so elementary. "Stop," she finally said, expressionless.
It didn't matter what this iceberg thought of her, Raquel told herself. They'd never be an even match, anyway, and it seemed that Kali thought of anyone who wasn't as good as she was as inferior... which, while it might even have been true as far as fighting went, didn't matter. She wasn't perfect, but she was still good enough.
And if she just kept telling herself that, maybe she'd even believe it.
After studying her for a long moment, Kali finally sighed and said, "It's a start, I suppose."
For the next hour, Kali ran her through a series of different, sometimes complicated moves. Raquel thought she was getting it, and judged that she must have been improving at least a little, as Kali seemed to loosen up ever-so-slightly. Unfortunately, for some reason, this did nothing to make Raquel less tense. Indeed, almost paradoxically, the less closed off Kali got, the more nervous Raqel would be inside.
Sixty-two minutes after the lesson had begun, she finally figured it out.
Sixty-four minutes after the lesson had begun, she stopped cursing to herself in her mind.
She really should have caught it sooner, she berated herself. A colossal bitch had hurt her friends, who wouldn't hesitate to hurt her, thick tension, and an her making up an excuse for them to be alone together?
Just like high school. Well, fine. She could handle it. She just had to get through this lesson intact, then they'd never have to be alone together again.
When she found that thought both reassuring and depressing, she knew she had a problem.
Finally came the moment she'd been dreading: sparring. That Kali wouldn't hold back, except to not actually cripple her, was something of a mixed blessing. On the one hand, it would let her see how good she'd actually gotten, and show that Kali respected her enough not to pull her punches (much). On the other hand...
This was probably going to hurt.
"Ready?"
"Probably not," she admitted. "But why should that stop me?"
Her first try went about as well as she'd expected. She'd barely gotten a kick off (which was deflected) before Kali had sent her to the mat, poised for a killing strike.
The second time she didn't even get that far, Kali pinning her face down before she knew what had hit her. "You're over thinking things," Kali informed her. The feeling of the other woman's breath on her ear made Raquel bite down on her lip to keep from moaning.
Maybe Bethany was right. Maybe she did need to get laid more often.
"Could you at least let me try one of these moves?" she asked once they were on their feet again. "If only to make sure I'm getting it right?"
"The bad guys won't give you that chance," Kali said flatly. Raquel wondered if she should be amused that Kali evidently didn't consider herself a member of that group.
"I know I can't beat you," Raquel began, "but is there a way to beat someone stronger, faster, and better then me?"
Kali considered that. "You're faster then most opponents you'll face," she said at length. "You need to use that, because, as petite as you are, there will be a lot of guys that will be stronger then you, so you can't let them get their hands on you. And stop fighting fair."
"...excuse me?"
"The bad guys don't play by the rules when it comes to fighting. If you do, chances are, you'll lose. You can either fight 'honorably', or you can fight to win."
That did seem to be a fair description of how she'd gotten through the DEBS security, Raquel had to admit. "Okay."
"The most important thing for you, though, is the element of surprise. If you can take your opponent by surprise, it won't matter how big or strong they are. It wears off fast, though, so you'll have to make your first strike count."
"And hope that circumstances give me that element," Raquel commented. "That would be a bit harder to do in a group fight."
"Then just shoot them. I don't care." She looked vaguely annoyed. "If you're walking away at the end of the fight, and the other guys aren't, you win."
"Okay, but-"
"God, do you ever shut up?" She was definitely annoyed now. "I'll let you in on a little secret: Talking someone to death never works."
"I'm just trying-" Raquel started to object, but Kali had swept her legs out from under her before she could get very far.
Fine, then. She wanted Raquel to stop talking and take advantage of the element of surprise? Then that was what she'd get.
Impulsively, Raquel lunged up and kissed her.
Initially, Kali didn't even seem to know how to react to that, giving Raquel enough time to roll Kali onto her back and straddle her. She should have taken advantage of that to pin her, or otherwise do something that would win the 'fight' - or maybe just run like hell - but all rational thought had fled from her mind the second their lips had touched, and she just kept right on kissing her.
Unfortunately for her, Kali had always recovered swiftly from being surprised. She roughly broke the kiss, one hand gripping Raquel's throat, and glared. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Taking advantage of the element of surprise?"
"You can't seriously expect this to work in a fight."
"Oh, I don't know..." Raquel suddenly smiled impishly, doing her best to ignore the fact that it was getting hard to breathe. "I think it might just be the previously imaginary way for me to beat you." At something, anyway.
"Oh, really, now?" And then Kali was kissing her again, and she couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but lose herself in the kiss. She didn't even notice Kali removing her shirt until she suddenly felt a chill. And noticed she could breathe just fine, even if her heart was skittering around in her chest.
"Trained you in seduction, did they?" she gasped out as Kali's lips attached themselves to her neck. Dimly, some part of her mind registered that she was now certain to have some kind of bruise on her neck, one way or another. The thought didn't last long.
"Not exactly. Most of it I picked up on my own." Raquel was sitting back, now, head tilted back to allow Kali better access.
Raquel's only reply to that was a squeak that became a lustful moan when Kali's lips moved to her pulse point. And dammit, how had the woman found her weak point so quickly? Kali only paused long enough to remove her own shirt and toss it aside.
Raquel was hit with a fresh wave of pure lust when she saw that, as she'd suspected, Kali had worn nothing underneath it. With a quiet growl, she shoved Kali backwards and all but attacked her chest. Kali inhaled sharply, the first noise she'd made to indicate she was enjoying herself, and seized a handful of Raquel's hair. It was painful, but Raquel just poured that mild pain into what she was doing. She barely cared when she felt Kali removing her own bra, but countered a sharp tug on her hair by biting one of Kali's nipples. Kali hissed in a mix of pain and pleasure.
She'd almost forgotten how enjoyable it could be to be with another woman. Guys' chests weren't nearly this much fun. She knew she should probably be a bit more gentle, but somehow 'Kali' and 'gentle' didn't quite go together in her brain.
As if aware of the thought and determined to prove it right, Kali yanked her roughly to her feet and pushed her backwards until she slammed into the thankfully padded wall. She had about half a second to note that her skirt had just been tugged off before Kali's mouth found her own breasts and started sucking with almost punishing force.
She was going to be sore tomorrow, all right. But dear God would it be worth it.
Neither were really in the mood for foreplay, so Raquel hardly objected when Kali broke off what she was doing. She couldn't quite stop a surprised exclamation, though, when Kali then bent down, reached through Raquel's legs, and actually picked her up, Raquel's legs hanging over Kali's shoulders.
Clearly, Raquel thought with a mental smirk, she worked out. For once, she was actually glad to be so light.
Then Kali's energetic tongue found her steaming slit, and any kind of rational thought fled her. "Ay Dios mío!" she burst out, bracing herself on the wall as best she could, unable to believe this was happening. Kali was very good at what she was doing. Raquel didn't want it to end so soon, even though she knew this position couldn't possibly be as easy to maintain as Kali was making it look. On the other hand... She'd practically been ready to explode the second her skirt and panties had been removed.
Still, she didn't want to let Kali beat her that easily. She forced herself to hold out for another two excruciatingly intense minutes, restraining herself to whimpers and moans of enjoyment rather then the full-throated screams her body wanted to give. At least, she did up until the end. She was shouting, then, but she could barely hear it over the rushing in her ears, and the next thing she knew, she was seated at the base of the wall, with Kali standing over her, wiping her face with Raquel's discarded skirt. "You just wait... until... I catch... my breath..." she panted out.
Kali smirked. "And just what do you expect to happen then?" Clearly, she didn't think Raquel could match that.
Which, okay, she couldn't. But that didn't mean she would do nothing. Kali's sweat-kissed skin was proving to be more addictive then any drug she'd ever heard of; she needed to taste more of this woman. Leaning against the wall, she managed to stagger to her feet. Her legs felt like Jell-o, but that was okay, as she didn't plan on standing long.
Kali, to her surprise, let herself be tackled to the floor. Though, truthfully, it wasn't a tackle so much as it was Raquel lurching at her and knocking them both down. Either way, she didn't care, quickly slipping a hand down Kali's shorts. Again, that slight inhalation of breath.
She felt a mixture of pride and exhilaration when she found that Kali was wet for her.
She wasted no time slipping a pair of fingers inside her, and began pumping, while her mouth began planting almost feverish kisses along her lover's neck and jaw. Kali's hips shifted in what was definitely approval, and she actually groaned quietly when Raquel's other hand started playing (a bit more gently then before) with her breasts while she began sucking on Kali's earlobe, before moving on to kiss her.
Even there, they fought for dominance, tongues clashing. Kali shifted in discomfort when Raquel's hand instinctively moved to her back and found one of a set of fresh scratches that Raquel, for the life of her, couldn't remember giving her. She must have been getting close, though, because her hips had definitely started bucking more.
And even though she had pretty much already won whatever competition they had used as an excuse to start this - Raquel couldn't quite remember, just then - she evidently wasn't satisfied with that, because her fingers were suddenly inside Raquel, whose eyes became large circles as she gave Kali an incredulous, shocked look. Kali somehow smirked without using her lips, and wrapped her other arm around the back of Raquel's neck, holding her in place. Raquel moaned into the kiss, stepping up her own efforts as best she could. Her moans became more and more frantic, increasing in pitch until they were almost screams, effectively drowning the much quieter sounds that Kali was making. Raquel could still feel the vibrations against her lips, though.
Kali didn't make a big production out of getting off. Evidently, her self-control was too good for that. But when Raquel's fingers were very effectively pinned in place and the arm around her neck tightened so that the kiss was almost crushing while Kali seemed to be holding her breath, she knew.
That was the last thing she knew for a while, because Kali promptly shoved her over the edge so hard she saw stars.
By the time she was able to string together a coherent thought, Kali was already collecting her clothes and getting dressed. Somehow knowing without turning around that her lover was back on earth, she commented, "I told you that you couldn't beat me."
Licking her dry lips, Raquel looked back at her as best she could, not quite finding the energy even to lift her head up off the floor. "Can I try again sometime?"
Kali studied her for a long moment as she finished pulling on her shirt and trying to straighten her hair - though there was really nothing she could do short of taking a shower that would make it look like she hadn't just had sex - then her lips twitched once. "We'll see," she said, walking to the door, unlocking it, and leaving.
She should get up, Raquel knew. She was sprawled on her back on the mat on the floor, naked, sweaty, and exhausted. It would be very, very bad if she fell asleep there. She just couldn't find the energy.
Really, the whole 'winning or losing' thing had just been something she'd made up on the spot to justify her actions, she decided. Because with all of the people she'd no doubt been required to seduce over the course of her career, it was obvious even then to her that Kali would be better in bed - or wherever - then she was.
Yet, just this once, she didn't mind losing. She smiled.
She'd just fucked the person who'd thrashed her team, and so many other DEBS... then asked when (she may have said, but she'd wanted to know when) she could do it again. She'd pretty much betrayed her friends - to her way of thinking - yet she wouldn't have changed a thing. Even now, part of her didn't regret it, and urgently wanted more.
So she wouldn't tell them. She was a spy, they were supposed to keep secrets. Right?
Right. And there was no harm in starting now.
Kali was dangerous for her, she knew that. She knew it, and didn't care. She felt like she was the moth to Kali's flame, knowing she'd be incinerated if she got too close, but needing to do it anyway. She couldn't really stand the woman at all, but if her hormones kept overpowering her good judgment in such a fashion...
She shook her head faintly, giving the ceiling a bemused smile. She was trying to talk herself into pursuing some kind of relationship - even a purely physical one counted as a relationship, after all - with a sociopathic assassin who wouldn't feel a damn thing if she had to kill her. As she finally managed to roll over and start crawling around to collect her clothing, she wondered if she wasn't just, perhaps, going insane. She began the laborious process of getting dressed, relishing the incredible feeling of satisfaction that was lingering throughout her body.
Insanity, she mused, felt pretty good.
I know, I know. The pairing kind of took me by surprise, too. And I really can't say whether or not it'll go anywhere. But this simply had to be written. (And if this is the sort of thing I get after the muse is away for a while... Heh.) What can I say? They both had some tension to work off. ;) And don't they look hot together? ^_^