Fic: The Offer (4/?)
Title: The Offer (4/?)
Author: Faithtastic
Fandom: Blade the series
Pairing: Krista/Chase
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. Borrowed for fun, not profit.
Summary: The girls stop by Krista's apartment.
Word count: 1631
Once night fell, they drove to Krista’s apartment to pick up some clothes and other essentials.
"So, Miss-I'm-Not-Gay," Chase said as she idly tapped out a rhythm on the steering wheel in time with the radio, which was tuned to some classic rock station (tonight was a night full of surprises, not least Chase’s penchant for '80s hair metal bands), "where'd you learn to eat cunt like that?"
She glanced over to the passenger seat where Krista sat looking thoroughly appalled, arms crossed over her chest.
Chase rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me the c-word offends your delicate sensibilities. Would you prefer 'lady garden', 'love tunnel', 'sweet passage' or, my personal favourite, 'front bottom'?"
"First, gross," Krista said with a glare, "Second, if you must know, I found my brother's stash of porn when I was, like, fourteen or something. There was some lesbian stuff and I was curious so I watched it..."
Chase bit her lip, clearly attempting to suppress her mirth, which only riled Krista further.
"Great," Krista sighed, digging her hand into her hair and slouching down in the car seat. "I knew I should've kept my mouth shut."
The blonde did laugh then, although it was more of a cackle. "Oh, Krista," she said, "now I have this terribly amusing mental image of a teenage version of you surreptitiously masturbating in your jim-jams to some big-haired bimbos and their faux girl-on-girl action."
"Remember when I said before that I wasn't going to ash you? Well, I'm rapidly reassessing that opinion," Krista grumbled, turning her head away and staring out the window. "Pervert."
"Don't be like that," Chase pouted.
Try as she did, it was difficult to stay annoyed with Chase when the blonde reached one hand out and began purposefully kneading Krista's thigh. It was fairly distracting. "Describe it to me, the porn."
"What? No!"
"Go on. Tell me what it was like."
Krista shot a glance at the other woman, eyeing the blonde's profile warily. A tiny smirk played around Chase's lips, silently taunting her. "No. It was just a stupid porno movie. Besides, I don't remember much about it."
"Really, darling, with your amazing powers of repression you were born a century too late."
Annoyance renewed, Krista pushed Chase's hand off her leg but the blonde wouldn't be deterred and returned it to the same spot, just barely caressing the denim clad thigh.
"I'm sorry for making fun of you," Chase said, not a hint of contrition in her voice as she rubbed Krista's leg, her hand inching slowly higher. "What can I possibly do to make it up to you?"
Krista pretended to mull that over, playing along. "Hmm." She poked her tongue into her cheek. "Well, for a start..." A pause to meet Chase's eyes challengingly. "You can lick my foo foo."
Neither of them could keep up the pretence after that. Both dissolved into helpless giggles that lasted several minutes and had them gasping for breath. At one point Chase narrowly averted swerving into another car.
"Foo foo?" Chase said after recovering the ability to speak, setting off another round of giggles.
Krista wiped a tear away, the laughter dissipating eventually. "Yeah. That's how my grandmother used to refer to... women's private parts. She was a Southern Baptist."
"Well, I still like cunt. I like the harsh sound of it. It's coarse and raw and to the point. Not like those bloody ridiculous euphemisms comparing female genitalia to botany."
"You're such a romantic," Krista deadpanned, placing her hand on top of Chase's where it rested still on her thigh.
"Oh, I can be but that's a side of me you haven't seen yet."
The blonde smiled broadly then and there was something about it that made Krista's heart unexpectedly catch. They held each others gaze for a few prolonged seconds before Chase returned her eyes to the road, mercifully giving Krista a reprieve.
"Careful," Chase said softly. "Keep looking at me like that and I might get ideas."
In an attempt to smother a sudden tumult of emotions, Krista changed the subject. "So there's something that's been bugging me."
"Oh?"
"Why hasn't Marcus tracked down, a) you, and, b) the money yet?"
"Marcus isn't as all-powerful as he would have everyone believe," Chase said with a scornful twist of her lips. "The money was laundered through several accounts before winding up in a nice little untraceable offshore account in the Cayman Islands. My accountant assures me it's locked up tighter than a nun's drawers."
"You have an accountant?"
"A necessary evil, even for vampires."
Krista shook her head then returned her attention to the neighbourhood they were driving through. "We're almost there. Take a left at the next intersection then the second right."
Minutes later, Chase pulled up outside the rundown building Krista was renting an apartment in. "Want me to come up?" Chase asked, turning off the engine.
"No, I'll only be a few minutes," Krista said with faux sweetness. "Try not to miss me too much."
----
Perhaps Krista should have been more cautious but being around Chase was seriously affecting her ability to think straight. As soon as she crossed the threshold of her apartment, she felt a sudden blow to the back of head and she lurched forward, crumpling to the floor.
A few swift kicks to her abdomen knocked the air out of her and she struggled to get her bearings. Just as quickly she was hauled to her feet. One of her assailants locked her arms behind her back in an iron grip while the other punched her square in the face, snapping her head backwards.
Somehow, through sheer force of will, she managed to struggle free, lashing out with her legs, and sent one of the men crashing into a wardrobe with a roundhouse kick to the head. The other managed to grab her again, tossing her into the nearest wall and her entire body reeled with shock as her shoulder connected solidly with concrete. A huge chunk of paint and plaster fell away where she had made contact with the wall.
From the pain that shot up her side, she knew that she had dislocated something, perhaps bruised a couple of ribs. She slumped down the wall, watching through eyes screwed shut with pain as the two large, brutish vampires advanced upon her.
It was then that the door was smashed open and Chase stood in the doorway, her mouth a thin line of determination, a compact pistol in her steady grip. The two men barely had time to register surprise at her sudden appearance before Chase riddled them both with bullets - silver rounds. Immediately they exploded into flames, which quickly burned out leaving only twin piles of dust.
"Not that I’m not grateful but when were you gonna tell me about that?" Krista said when she caught her breath, wheezing slightly, nodding towards the pistol in Chase's slender hand.
Chase shrugged, flicking the safety on and slipping the weapon back inside her tailored suit jacket. "Plan B. Just in case it didn't work out between us."
"Well, that's reassuring," Krista said, not even bothering to contain her aggravation. She winced as she accepted Chase's proffered hand to help her to her feet.
"Be prepared, that's my motto."
"No, Chase, that's the motto of the Girl Scouts."
"Mmm, works for me. But then I always did like a woman in uniform."
The sultry look the blonde directed Krista's way kind of undermined the anger she was feeling and briefly made her forget the throbbing pain in her shoulder. It was ridiculous how much Chase was able to turn her into a libidinous mess with just one glance. Then Chase's gaze turned concerned. "Are you alright?"
"My shoulder; I think it's dislocated. Stay still," Krista said through gritted teeth and braced her injured arm against Chase's chest. With a quick movement, Krista jerked the joint back into its socket and let out an accompanying howl of pain. Meeting Chase's eyes again, she was surprised by the blatant desire she saw there. Then again, she should've known that would be one of Chase's kinks.
Ignoring the answering flare of arousal in herself, Krista stepped back and surveyed the remnants of the apartment's furniture. IKEA self-assembly furniture may have been cheap but it sure wasn't sturdy. She rubbed her shoulder gingerly.
"I guess it was only a matter of time," Krista sighed, picking her way through the debris to grab a suitcase and start throwing her clothes into it.
"If Marcus sent these incompetent idiots after you, he can't be in too much of a rush to take you out," Chase mused, toeing the two surprisingly neat mounds of vampire ash on the floor.
Krista disappeared into the bathroom for a moment to grab some toiletries and dumped them into the case also. "In case you hadn't noticed, until you showed up they were doing a pretty good job. I mean, if you hadn't..." Somehow she couldn't quite bring herself to finish that sentence - Chase wasn't exactly gracious and expressing her gratitude, however grudgingly, would only serve to make the blonde even more unbearably smug.
Glancing up and seeing the smirk on Chase's lips, Krista busied herself with packing a few bags of animal blood into her case from the small stock she kept in the refrigerator.
"I'm sure you can come up with various inventive ways to thank me later," Chase said, drinking up the sight of Krista bent over the suitcase. "Anyway, Marcus isn't stupid. He may have sent in a couple of goons to test us but I'm sure this won't be the last we hear of it."
Krista nodded grimly in agreement. "Okay, I have everything I need. Let's get out of here."
To be continued...
Author: Faithtastic
Fandom: Blade the series
Pairing: Krista/Chase
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. Borrowed for fun, not profit.
Summary: The girls stop by Krista's apartment.
Word count: 1631
Once night fell, they drove to Krista’s apartment to pick up some clothes and other essentials.
"So, Miss-I'm-Not-Gay," Chase said as she idly tapped out a rhythm on the steering wheel in time with the radio, which was tuned to some classic rock station (tonight was a night full of surprises, not least Chase’s penchant for '80s hair metal bands), "where'd you learn to eat cunt like that?"
She glanced over to the passenger seat where Krista sat looking thoroughly appalled, arms crossed over her chest.
Chase rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me the c-word offends your delicate sensibilities. Would you prefer 'lady garden', 'love tunnel', 'sweet passage' or, my personal favourite, 'front bottom'?"
"First, gross," Krista said with a glare, "Second, if you must know, I found my brother's stash of porn when I was, like, fourteen or something. There was some lesbian stuff and I was curious so I watched it..."
Chase bit her lip, clearly attempting to suppress her mirth, which only riled Krista further.
"Great," Krista sighed, digging her hand into her hair and slouching down in the car seat. "I knew I should've kept my mouth shut."
The blonde did laugh then, although it was more of a cackle. "Oh, Krista," she said, "now I have this terribly amusing mental image of a teenage version of you surreptitiously masturbating in your jim-jams to some big-haired bimbos and their faux girl-on-girl action."
"Remember when I said before that I wasn't going to ash you? Well, I'm rapidly reassessing that opinion," Krista grumbled, turning her head away and staring out the window. "Pervert."
"Don't be like that," Chase pouted.
Try as she did, it was difficult to stay annoyed with Chase when the blonde reached one hand out and began purposefully kneading Krista's thigh. It was fairly distracting. "Describe it to me, the porn."
"What? No!"
"Go on. Tell me what it was like."
Krista shot a glance at the other woman, eyeing the blonde's profile warily. A tiny smirk played around Chase's lips, silently taunting her. "No. It was just a stupid porno movie. Besides, I don't remember much about it."
"Really, darling, with your amazing powers of repression you were born a century too late."
Annoyance renewed, Krista pushed Chase's hand off her leg but the blonde wouldn't be deterred and returned it to the same spot, just barely caressing the denim clad thigh.
"I'm sorry for making fun of you," Chase said, not a hint of contrition in her voice as she rubbed Krista's leg, her hand inching slowly higher. "What can I possibly do to make it up to you?"
Krista pretended to mull that over, playing along. "Hmm." She poked her tongue into her cheek. "Well, for a start..." A pause to meet Chase's eyes challengingly. "You can lick my foo foo."
Neither of them could keep up the pretence after that. Both dissolved into helpless giggles that lasted several minutes and had them gasping for breath. At one point Chase narrowly averted swerving into another car.
"Foo foo?" Chase said after recovering the ability to speak, setting off another round of giggles.
Krista wiped a tear away, the laughter dissipating eventually. "Yeah. That's how my grandmother used to refer to... women's private parts. She was a Southern Baptist."
"Well, I still like cunt. I like the harsh sound of it. It's coarse and raw and to the point. Not like those bloody ridiculous euphemisms comparing female genitalia to botany."
"You're such a romantic," Krista deadpanned, placing her hand on top of Chase's where it rested still on her thigh.
"Oh, I can be but that's a side of me you haven't seen yet."
The blonde smiled broadly then and there was something about it that made Krista's heart unexpectedly catch. They held each others gaze for a few prolonged seconds before Chase returned her eyes to the road, mercifully giving Krista a reprieve.
"Careful," Chase said softly. "Keep looking at me like that and I might get ideas."
In an attempt to smother a sudden tumult of emotions, Krista changed the subject. "So there's something that's been bugging me."
"Oh?"
"Why hasn't Marcus tracked down, a) you, and, b) the money yet?"
"Marcus isn't as all-powerful as he would have everyone believe," Chase said with a scornful twist of her lips. "The money was laundered through several accounts before winding up in a nice little untraceable offshore account in the Cayman Islands. My accountant assures me it's locked up tighter than a nun's drawers."
"You have an accountant?"
"A necessary evil, even for vampires."
Krista shook her head then returned her attention to the neighbourhood they were driving through. "We're almost there. Take a left at the next intersection then the second right."
Minutes later, Chase pulled up outside the rundown building Krista was renting an apartment in. "Want me to come up?" Chase asked, turning off the engine.
"No, I'll only be a few minutes," Krista said with faux sweetness. "Try not to miss me too much."
----
Perhaps Krista should have been more cautious but being around Chase was seriously affecting her ability to think straight. As soon as she crossed the threshold of her apartment, she felt a sudden blow to the back of head and she lurched forward, crumpling to the floor.
A few swift kicks to her abdomen knocked the air out of her and she struggled to get her bearings. Just as quickly she was hauled to her feet. One of her assailants locked her arms behind her back in an iron grip while the other punched her square in the face, snapping her head backwards.
Somehow, through sheer force of will, she managed to struggle free, lashing out with her legs, and sent one of the men crashing into a wardrobe with a roundhouse kick to the head. The other managed to grab her again, tossing her into the nearest wall and her entire body reeled with shock as her shoulder connected solidly with concrete. A huge chunk of paint and plaster fell away where she had made contact with the wall.
From the pain that shot up her side, she knew that she had dislocated something, perhaps bruised a couple of ribs. She slumped down the wall, watching through eyes screwed shut with pain as the two large, brutish vampires advanced upon her.
It was then that the door was smashed open and Chase stood in the doorway, her mouth a thin line of determination, a compact pistol in her steady grip. The two men barely had time to register surprise at her sudden appearance before Chase riddled them both with bullets - silver rounds. Immediately they exploded into flames, which quickly burned out leaving only twin piles of dust.
"Not that I’m not grateful but when were you gonna tell me about that?" Krista said when she caught her breath, wheezing slightly, nodding towards the pistol in Chase's slender hand.
Chase shrugged, flicking the safety on and slipping the weapon back inside her tailored suit jacket. "Plan B. Just in case it didn't work out between us."
"Well, that's reassuring," Krista said, not even bothering to contain her aggravation. She winced as she accepted Chase's proffered hand to help her to her feet.
"Be prepared, that's my motto."
"No, Chase, that's the motto of the Girl Scouts."
"Mmm, works for me. But then I always did like a woman in uniform."
The sultry look the blonde directed Krista's way kind of undermined the anger she was feeling and briefly made her forget the throbbing pain in her shoulder. It was ridiculous how much Chase was able to turn her into a libidinous mess with just one glance. Then Chase's gaze turned concerned. "Are you alright?"
"My shoulder; I think it's dislocated. Stay still," Krista said through gritted teeth and braced her injured arm against Chase's chest. With a quick movement, Krista jerked the joint back into its socket and let out an accompanying howl of pain. Meeting Chase's eyes again, she was surprised by the blatant desire she saw there. Then again, she should've known that would be one of Chase's kinks.
Ignoring the answering flare of arousal in herself, Krista stepped back and surveyed the remnants of the apartment's furniture. IKEA self-assembly furniture may have been cheap but it sure wasn't sturdy. She rubbed her shoulder gingerly.
"I guess it was only a matter of time," Krista sighed, picking her way through the debris to grab a suitcase and start throwing her clothes into it.
"If Marcus sent these incompetent idiots after you, he can't be in too much of a rush to take you out," Chase mused, toeing the two surprisingly neat mounds of vampire ash on the floor.
Krista disappeared into the bathroom for a moment to grab some toiletries and dumped them into the case also. "In case you hadn't noticed, until you showed up they were doing a pretty good job. I mean, if you hadn't..." Somehow she couldn't quite bring herself to finish that sentence - Chase wasn't exactly gracious and expressing her gratitude, however grudgingly, would only serve to make the blonde even more unbearably smug.
Glancing up and seeing the smirk on Chase's lips, Krista busied herself with packing a few bags of animal blood into her case from the small stock she kept in the refrigerator.
"I'm sure you can come up with various inventive ways to thank me later," Chase said, drinking up the sight of Krista bent over the suitcase. "Anyway, Marcus isn't stupid. He may have sent in a couple of goons to test us but I'm sure this won't be the last we hear of it."
Krista nodded grimly in agreement. "Okay, I have everything I need. Let's get out of here."
To be continued...