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There were few things that truly bothered Skye. The list could feasibly be reduced to three bullet points, if she had to choose.
Firstly: cloudy days. She understood the why, but nothing dampened her mood like stepping out of one of the base’s hermetically-sealed doors and seeing nothing but a vast expanse of slate-gray scud blanketing the horizon. It killed her mood, though she would try her best to pretend otherwise.
Secondly: being talked over. Nothing chafed her the way that interruptions did, especially from a man, but thankfully she had significantly reduced her exposure to men over the years. The handful she still spoke with were either out of obligation, or genuine friendship.
Thirdly, and most importantly? Skye did not like excessive pride. There was nothing wrong in her mind with being proud of your achievements, but hubris was dangerous, even fatal on the battlefield. There was no room for the sort of chest-thumping, self-aggrandizing behavior that so many of the Protocol’s younger agents seemed particularly vulnerable to.
“Phoenix!”
She could not believe that he was jumping his corners again, even after she had warned him about it twice today. His impatience was rewarded now with a bright yellow laser on his chest from the training bot; on the battlefield, that would have been a bullet.
“You’re out! Step aside!” she shouted at him, even as he tried to pretend he hadn’t been tagged – as though she wasn’t standing there at the edge of the training range, watching everything and calling out at them with increasing frustration.
She was so fixated on watching the chaos unfold that she did not even hear Reyna step into the room behind her.
She slapped her palm to her forehead as she watched Jett make an easy mistake and run right through a door that she should have checked. There were no training bots on the other side, but it was still something they had been working for weeks on, to apparently no avail. The session ended shortly thereafter with half of the agents taken out of action, and the other half having made some serious tactical errors. Skye was nowhere near her best mood when Reyna approached her, humming lightly as she alighted upon the aftermath of the exercise.
“They seem to like moving fast and breaking things,” she said, making Skye jump as she had not detected the new presence yet. “I like that.”
“Bloody hell, Reyna.”
“Hello to you too.”
Reyna was all poise, unruffled by what she had just seen. In fact, she beamed as though she approved. Skye immediately turned towards her as if to wag a disapproving finger, but Reyna cut her off the moment she spoke.
“If you think that I-”
“I have no questions about your training regimen,” Reyna interrupted. “Only comments. Is that a problem?”
“You bloody well bet it is now.”
“Oh, well, please accept my apologies.”
Skye bit her lip before she said something unwise. She knew Reyna well enough to know this was deliberate; she was playing a game, one she had likely been cooking up as she watched the training unfold elsewhere. There were multiple ways to observe the activities on the training range floor, and multiple private areas where distinguished visitors or Protocol leadership could watch from. Reyna had probably occupied one of those spots, and only seen fit to come and bother Skye now, when she was most frustrated. Again, that was almost certainly deliberate.
“I’ll bother you to keep your comments to yourself, until I can have a talk with them,” Skye requested, unfazed by Reyna’s smug grin. “They made some serious mistakes today.”
“Perhaps,” Reyna mused. “Or perhaps…they need the oversight of a different trainer?”
“Are you suggesting that I-”
“I’m saying nothing about your skill or methods, belleza,” Reyna crooned, amused by Skye’s indignation as she was interrupted yet again. “I’m only offering a second opinion. Is that so wrong?”
“You don’t wanna know my answer to that question,” Skye groaned, crossing her arms and scowling as fiercely as she could.
“Well, don’t look now,” Reyna said, gazing over her shoulder, “your victorious heroes are returning.”
She beamed as Skye wheeled on the young trainees, all of whom were returning with grim expressions as they realized the errors they had made in the heat of the moment.
And for a second, Skye allowed herself to think that she would get her chance to correct them: sternly, but with constructive intent, she would let her stiff upper lip and direct speech fix their bad habits, giving them the lecture equivalent of a boxing around the ears while keeping her hands firmly on her hips and her gaze level with them. It would be unpleasant, but it was for the better. Ultimately, they needed to learn things her way, which was the hard way – but the right way.
Reyna intervened.
“There is a time and a place for aggression on the battlefield,” she said, “but it’s a beautiful thing, is it not? A fight should not be lured in…it should be sought out.”
And before Skye could so much as lodge a complaint or step in, Reyna doled out her own remarks, praising the rapid moves and risky techniques of the young duelists and initiators while offering only muted criticism. And of course they were enamored with her praise, much preferring it to Skye’s harsh but realistic critique. And of course they left immediately afterwards, high on her praise as she strung them along. The moment Phoenix had turned and left, Skye grabbed Reyna by the hem of her denim jacket and dragged her up against the wall.
“That was not a smart way to go about causing mischief,” Skye hissed, feeling like she ought to strike the devil across the face for such insolence. “Are you trying to get them killed?”
“I’m trying to help them live,” Reyna said, glowing, proud of herself. “You are far too cautious, Skye. You encourage them to turtle, to cower, to take no risks at all.”
“And you encourage them to be their worst selves,” Skye shot back.
“I was trained as a duelist, mi linda,” Reyna cooed, placing her hands flat against the wall at her back as though surrendering. “Forgive me. Mi culpa.”
“Oh, don’t beg me for forgiveness yet. We’re not done here,” Skye snarled.
Reyna was not about to ask what she meant by that. She knew exactly what she meant by that.
Their back-and-forth was merciless and constant, and perfect in her mind. She knew exactly what she was doing, what it would get her, and where the boundaries lay. And while she was keen on pushing those, as she had done today, she ultimately wouldn’t do anything to truly upset Skye or cause any lasting damage. After all, where would the fun then be?
“Think you can just come in and swing yourself around, all bloody flaunting your nonsense, strutting your stuff?”
Skye was practically dragging her along now, down the corridor and out of the training range and into the locker room, which was mercifully empty.
“You’re so full of it. You know that? And on my training day, when they’re my responsibility…sometimes I wonder about you.”
Reyna said nothing, and offered minimal resistance. Skye wished that she would – it would make this whole endeavor feel a little bit more worthwhile to her if she had to fight for it. After all, she was about to get something out of it too.
“Edge in on me, will you? Well, I think you know how that goes. You better hope I steam off a little before we hit the showers, because-”
“Mi linda.”
There was no better way for Reyna to get her way than to drop one of her little sugary-sweet expressions in Spanish. It made Skye’s brain freeze and her tongue water with anticipation.
“Don’t,” she snapped, but she wanted to hear more.
“Are you really that upset?”
“Don’t ask me that.”
She did not want the mood to be ruined, not now. But Reyna was genuinely asking – perhaps she realized she had crossed the line this time, the boundary becoming too blurred to be safely enjoyed.
“I have to know,” Reyna said, pressing pause on her uncouth game. “I don’t want you to feel like I’ve…transgressed.”
Skye shook her head. “You haven’t.”
“And yet, you’re bothered…”
“A little bit.”
“Will you forgive me?”
Reyna wanted to make sure everything was alright between them, but she also wanted her game to resume. There was a gleam in her eye that betrayed her intentions. Skye had the backbone to stand up to her, but she wanted this too, and knew they could have the full conversation later. For now, it was time for a little bit of…
“Revenge.”
“What?”
“Let me have a little bit of revenge,” Skye said, smirking, drawing in close to Reyna. “Revenge for that horseshit you pulled back there.”
“Oh, I don’t know what you-”
“Be careful, or I’ll make you wait even longer. Is that what you want?”
Reyna fell silent immediately. There was a ghost of a retort on her lips, dissipating in the wind, as she let her wicked grin vanish with it. She wanted to play with fire but she was reluctant to let herself get burned, and when Skye took her by the hand and pulled her along, she moved without resistance.
“You’re ridiculous sometimes, you know that? Making me sound like a fool in front of my trainees on my day. Take off your shirt.”
Skye was still steaming, and her tone was harsher than she intended, but Reyna was ready to stand down. In the blink of an eye her jacket and shirt were removed and Skye found her eyes already wandering, even if Reyna still had her sports bra on.
In due time, she reminded herself, still intent on acting mad to make sure Reyna remained compliant. You’ll get exactly what you want.
“Trousers next,” she spat, folding her arms to really sell her displeasure. “And make it snappy.”
“You know, you could make this easier and faster,” Reyna purred, “by just telling me to-”
“No. Do it the way I say. I want it at my own pace.”
It’s more fun that way…for me.
She liked taking her time, and she knew that Reyna was impatient. She was all too happy therefore to make this an agonizingly slow process for the culprit of her bad mood, who was now removing her jeans and struggling with the ankles as she huffed and puffed. Skye exhaled in amusement, to Reyna’s displeasure.
“You could help me,” she suggested, her annoyance thinly-veiled.
“I could,” Skye said, “but what would be fun about that, when you can do the work for me?”
“I must have really rubbed you the wrong way, mi linda.”
“You’re getting what you deserve, missy. Let’s leave it at that.”
Reyna evidently wished she wouldn’t leave it at that, judging by her pronounced lower lip, but she nevertheless finished stripping and then stood there as if presenting herself, wearing only her sports bra and thin, sheer panties. Arms at her sides, she appeared quite uncomfortable, and Skye realized that she was standing right beneath the air conditioning vent.
“Something’s amiss,” she said, grinning as she realized Reyna’s predicament. “Cold, are you?”
“No.”
“You’re shivering.”
“A trick of the light.”
“Oh, yes. Certainly…and is this a trick of the light, too?”
Skye brushed the sharp curve of her fingernails against the sheer fabric of Reyna’s panties before she could so much as ask what was happening. Still shivering, Reyna hissed indignantly and assumed the most imposing sneer possible, even though she was clearly enjoying herself – the move had been unexpected, but Skye could no longer ignore the dark, warm, wet stain on Reyna’s underwear that was growing with each passing second.
“I know you’re a glutton for punishment, girlie, but this must be a new record,” Skye teased her, moving in for another stroke, which eased a low, stifled groan out of Reyna. “So wet already?”
“You talk as though you’re surprised,” Reyna said, struggling with her syllables as she winced at Skye’s teasing. “You know exactly what-”
“I’m doing? Oh, of course,” Skye said, now giddy at the opportunity to be the one to interrupt. “And surely you know where this goes next.”
“I’d like that, if only for the warmth.”
“We’ll make it a steamy one, just you wait.”
Reyna was done waiting, but luckily for her Skye was growing impatient too. No longer content to stand aside and admire her unlucky captive’s figure like one might surveil a beautiful statue, she tugged Reyna along and led her into the back of the locker room, where the showers were located. By the time Skye had turned the water on, Reyna was antsy, tugging at the hem of her underwear as though begging to be allowed to finally remove it. But Skye would still gleefully find ways to drag this out, even as she too was growing impatient.
“The water has to be warm first,” she tutted, wagging a finger at Reyna, whose eyes darkened at the humiliating gesture. “You need to learn patience, missy.”
“I’ve been so very patient.”
“After today? You’ve earned a bit of a wait. Maybe next time you’ll toe the line a little more keenly.”
Reyna understood perfectly what she had done, and yet she would almost certainly do it again – she found joy in being brought to account, even if there was something slightly unpleasant about it. Even now, as she still pouted, she eagerly stepped into the shower and waited there while Skye stripped, making sure to take her time so she could force Reyna to wait and watch the whole thing until she was finished. And Reyna did indeed watch, with hungry eyes, as Skye emphasized every stretch of her calves and arms as she removed her clothes slowly and methodically.
“Like what you see, lass?” Skye teased her, beaming as she watched Reyna stirring in the corner of her eye. “Get on your knees, please.”
“My knees-”
“Down, girl.”
Reyna did not need to be told a third time. She did exactly what she was told.
Skye drew the curtain behind her for privacy and took a deep breath. Tendrils of warm steam curled around her nostrils, invigorating her as she stood over Reyna. Naked, vulnerable, but hardly insecure, Reyna waited there with her eyes upturned and her hands held in her lap. She smiled impishly as she stared up at Skye, knowing her punishment was far from over, and eagerly anticipating what would come next.
“Do you know why you’re here right now, Reyna?”
Skye cupped the other woman’s chin with her middle and index finger, tilting her head upward so that their eyes locked.
“I want to hear it in your own words. Tell me why you’re here right now.”
A desire for mischief danced in Reyna’s eyes like firecrackers. She wanted so badly to resist, to infuriate Skye with defiance, but she had waited long enough for the punishment due. She wanted that, too; it was part and parcel of her game, and she was now a meek creature desperate for the satisfaction of justice. She scooted herself closer, never breaking eye contact as she did.
“I know why I’m here,” she said, tilting her head slightly, as though leisurely trying to escape Skye’s fingers.
“Prove it.”
“Prove what?”
“Prove that you know. Tell me. I want it in your own words. Now.”
Reyna wavered, as though trying to get out of it, but she was just playing for time for her own sport. She leaned into Skye’s grip, and scooted even closer.
“I’ve been a bad girl,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
“Louder,” Skye commanded.
“I’ve been a bad girl,” Reyna repeated.
“More confident,” Skye demanded.
“I’ve been a very bad girl, and I need to be punished for upsetting you,” Reyna purred, “however you see fit.”
Those four words made Skye’s body tingle from head to toe. However you see fit. She had just been given liberty to go about this however she pleased – she knew full well that Reyna would enjoy it.
“I think that’s good enough,” Skye said, satisfied with her confession. “You upset me, you crossed a line, and you need to be punished.”
“However you-”
“See fit, yes,” Skye interrupted her, and there was a spark of resistance in her eye again. “Be careful what you suggest, sweetie. It might come back to bite you.”
“Why? You think I can’t handle it?” Reyna asked, grinning again. “Do you think I’m going to whine and complain?”
“You’ve done plenty of that so far.”
“Hey now-”
“So why should I think otherwise now?”
She wrapped her fingers around Reyna’s chin and gripped tightly now, then pulled her in closer, making her wince. She said nothing, and did not whine, but the embers of mischief still glowed in her eyes.
“Tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“Tell me you’re going to follow my orders.”
Reyna hesitated again, and then decided to misbehave one last time, knowing that her punishment was coming.
“Why should I? Are you jealous?”
“Jealous?”
“Jealous that I’m going to disobey,” Reyna purred, licking her lips, “jealous that I’m going to go and get off with another woman?”
If Skye were a more fragile person, she might have felt threatened by Reyna’s implications. But she knew Reyna was just playing with her feelings, and rewarded such miscreant behavior exactly how it deserved.
“Tell me if jealous is the word that comes to your mind…”
Skye dipped her hand slightly and pushed her thumb past Reyna’s lips, drawing the calloused pad of it across the folds inside of Reyna’s cheek, then rubbing her bare skin over rigid, sharp canines and savoring the initial bite.
“...tell me...after I’m finished with you here.”
Slowly, patiently, she drew her thumb back out over the sharp contours of Reyna’s teeth. Reyna sucked at it eagerly, then whined as it was pulled out of her reach, her resistance melting immediately as Skye glowered at her.
“Not so talkative now, are you?”
Reyna’s mischief had been extinguished. A taste of Skye’s salt-soaked, sweaty thumb was all she needed.
“You’re going to do what I tell you now?”
She nodded feverishly, desperate to be compliant.
“Then stand up, and worship me like you have something to atone for.”
The words felt goofy off of her tongue, and in any other circumstance, she might have cringed at such eyeroll-worthy melodrama. But Reyna was thrilled that she finally had her opportunity to serve Skye and lavish her with attention, and did so enthusiastically as she leapt to her feet, caring not for pretenses anymore.
Skye knew there was nothing more she needed to say, or do, to compel Reyna to behave and service her the way she was ordered. Reyna was now fully immersed, pressing Skye back up against the wet-slick tile wall of the shower and pressing greedy kisses against any exposed patch of skin she could get her lips on. She no longer had any reservations about surrendering herself and was all too happy for Skye to grab her hands and hold them behind her back as she kissed and licked and bit freely and eagerly, grateful for the opportunity now to apologize in the way she did best.
“That’s the way. You’re really sorry, aren’t you? Sorry for being a bad girl, hmm?”
Reyna was not even capable of answering right now, such was her self-indulgence. Tendrils of steam now curled around their feet as the shower stall became something akin to a miniature sauna; the flow of water from the tap was little more than a trickle, but the heat was turned up to the max. Skye did not want to waste water, but she did want a warm and steady environment, and until the Protocol decided to invest in a genuine sauna, this would be the next best thing for her occasional sexcapades.
“Come on up here now. Sample my neck, tiger. I’ll let you have a taste if you promise to behave yourself.”
Reyna said nothing, but hummed and purred and sang her pleasure in low, gravelly tones that made Skye’s skin erupt into goosebumps and made the building heat between her legs grow fiercely. She herself had been patient through all of this, wanting nothing more than to satisfy herself and take advantage of Reyna’s tongue and fingers and willing spirit, but she had a role to play and she wanted to make sure it was clear that Reyna had overstepped her boundaries this time. She had to wait patiently until she was certain the message was clear, and only then could they indulge.
“Have a taste. Don’t be shy. Get your teeth in there, tiger, mark my neck up, you know I love my sweaters for a reason- ah-”
Skye exhaled sharply and even found herself laughing – fucking laughing – as Reyna nibbled at first, then bit, letting her sharp canines tag skin like the tip of a needle. She did not come anywhere close to drawing blood, as she was careful and reserved – but it was a sharp, stabbing sensation with each nip, and Skye loved it. Reyna loved it too, judging by how much each kiss lingered on her bare skin, and how she lapped at the blossoming welts on Skye’s neck with her tongue, as though seeking to suck any and all color out.
“Let’s put that tongue to good use elsewhere, too. I worked up such a sweat this morning at the gym, why don’t you have a taste?”
Skye stretched her arms up against the wall and made her intentions clear. Reyna understood the implication immediately, and moved down, peppering Skye’s stiff, sharp collarbone with a trail of kisses before licking at her exposed armpit.
“That’s it, girlie. Get your tongue in there. You like how hairy my armpits are, don’t you?”
It was self-indulgent to ask, but Skye knew Reyna loved it. And Reyna did not answer with words – but the pace of her lapping increased, as she dug her tongue into the crook of Skye’s shoulder and greedily licked at her sweaty armpit, her breathing rapid and her cheeks flushed as she did so. For her part Skye greatly enjoyed being lavished with so much attention, and let one hand venture up to the back of Reyna’s neck to grab hold of her scruff, the way one would a cat. From there, Skye pressed in, making sure Reyna was thoroughly buried in her armpit as she licked and lapped and made no effort to turn her attention to anything else.
“Good girl. You’re making progress. You’re learning. I hope it feels as good for you as it does for me.”
Skye was making an understatement there. This felt fucking great. Reyna’s tongue needed to provide attention elsewhere, though; it would have been nice to have her armpit licked all day, but Skye had other pressing needs.
“Lower. Lower still. Atta girl. Good girl.”
She gently guided Reyna down to a half-kneeling position, and soon had her kneeling again. Reyna followed along, understanding her assignment perfectly. Now she was obedient, and waited for Skye to give her some direction as she sat there on her knees, licking her chops as though she had been indulging in a full course meal. Skye took her time once again, cradling Reyna’s head in her hands and lolling it back and forth, watching her eyes follow her steadily as she did so.
“You know what I’m going to ask you, don’t you?”
Reyna broke out her crooked smile. She said nothing, but batted her eyelashes suggestively and stuck her tongue out slightly, offering up a full-blown dramatic play that should have had Skye rolling her eyes. But instead, it was like catnip for her – seeing Reyna like this, on her knees and ready to serve, made her weak in the knees and in the mind. Reyna’s radiant heart was glowing in her bare chest, illuminating the curvature of her breasts and the contours of her dark brown nipples with its dancing, shimmering, almost unearthly glow.
“What’s the matter?” Reyna asked, as Skye lost her train of thought. “Cat got your tongue?”
“You’d better put that tongue to use, or I’m going to get yours,” Skye warned, grinning. “What do you think of that?”
“It doesn’t tell me what you want,” Reyna purred, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Skye’s thigh. Of course – she knew exactly what Skye wanted. She wanted to hear it in her own words, though.
“Take a guess, love,” Skye urged her, savoring the moment of tension. “Take a guess at what you’re going to do to apologize to me.”
“Does it involve my tongue in your cunt?”
“Hmm. Something like that, I think.”
“I guessed correctly, didn’t I?”
“Only one way to find out, missy.”
She guided Reyna’s head inch by inch, pausing only to make Reyna wait even longer and make her whine for relief. But she, too, sought the same satisfaction, and before long she had slotted Reyna’s head between her thighs and leaned back against the wall, arching the small of her back and pressing her butt firmly against the tile as she waited for the feeling of Reyna’s tongue lapping at her cunt. And before long, she was rewarded exactly as she had hoped.
“Oh, Reyna.”
She had made a fair account of herself up until this point. Now, she let loose.
“That’s it. Right there. Smell me. Taste me. Savor me.”
She tightened her grip on Reyna’s long, jet black locks, fondling the back of her neck and pressing in with her thighs. Reyna did exactly as she was told – first breathing in Skye’s natural scent, then offering a tentative lick, then finding the taste to her liking and digging in. She did not mind at all that Skye never shaved. Skye suspected she liked it that way, in fact.
“You love it, I know you do, you love it…don’t you?”
Skye’s breathing was harsh and strained, her chest rising and falling at a rapidly increasing pace. Reyna said nothing, obligingly burying herself in Skye’s hairy cunt and shifting her tongue up and down in a repetitive, well-practiced motion that threatened to completely overwhelm her senses. Already she was burning up with furious lust, and the time they had spent waiting for this moment had only made it worse for her. She knew she was not going to last long.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Reyna. But you’re making up for it…so good…”
Skye lost track of herself in the moment. The light dribble of hot water on bare tile, the curtains of steam dancing across her bare shoulders, the feeling of Reyna’s warm tongue on her clit, the way Reyna greedily buried her nose in her bush – it was all too much. She was overstimulated, and she loved it.
“That’s it…so good. I’m so close. You’re a good girl now, Reyna.”
Reyna said nothing, but pressed on. She had now moved her hands up from Skye’s knees to her hips, gripping there and teasing the small of her back as she dug in. The pace of her repetitive motion increased, then decreased, waxing and waning as she edged Skye.
Skye thought to beg and plead – but she knew better. She knew that would be catnip for Reyna, who was waiting for a weakness to pounce on. She knew that she would come to regret it. So she bit her bottom lip and tightened her grip on Reyna’s neck and pushed her in, burying her nose and lips in fiery red, curly hair and her wet-slick pussy, and no longer bothered to speak. Words wouldn’t be manageable at this point, anyway.
When she finally did cum, she bucked her hips four times and then released her grip on Reyna, unable to hold it any longer. To her credit, Reyna stayed in place, pushing herself forward as Skye did, locking them in place for her orgasm. The sound she made was muffled by her own hand over her lips, but it was enough for Reyna’s satisfaction. She leaned back, grinning, lips smattered with bright flecks of pale liquid that gleamed in the light.
“Am I a good girl now?” Reyna teased, tilting her head slightly. “You said it yourself-”
“You did good,” Skye interrupted her one last time, savoring the moment. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
“If anybody should be worried about that, it’s you…”
“I’ve had enough head for now, thanks very much.”
Not much for wasting water, Skye turned the tap immediately – already feeling guilty about it, but knowing it was part of the experience. The steam dissipated as they toweled off and dressed up again, no further pleasure or amends sought from either party. Reyna had gotten what she wanted for now – and Skye knew that if she wanted her own self-stimulation, she was going to go somewhere else and get it. That was another part of the game.
Jealousy.
She would never openly admit that she felt it, but there was a slight stabbing sensation in her chest as she watched Reyna turn to leave the locker room once they had dressed again. She could only imagine where she was going and what she would be doing, and it bothered her just a little bit.
It’s not really jealousy. But what was it?
“Reyna.”
Reyna stopped and turned on her heels, as fluid as any ballerina, her attention back to Skye.
“I enjoy our games. But make me look like a fool in front of my trainees again? And next time, you’ll be headed off to the locker room by yourself.”
It was not an empty threat. Skye was just making sure the rules of the game were clear – one infraction could be tolerated, and fixed with a particularly indulgent session of shower sex. But a second infraction would be too much to bear. Reyna understood.
“I’ll easily be able to find something else,” she promised, with a devious twinkle in her bright eyes as she turned to leave. “You can count on me to keep you on your toes.”
“You’d better,” Skye grumbled, pretending to be mad again. “And you’d better do it right next time.”
“Just you wait and see.”
Skye folded her arms and watched the temptress stride off to her next appointment. She wished that she did not so easily fall for the woman’s charms, and yet here she was, already fantasizing about their next escapade. Reyna was a remarkable woman, and Skye was maybe a little jealous that she did not have exclusive rights to her.
She would tolerate it – for now.