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The door creaks as it opens, the faint blue glow of Satya’s prosthetic giving her away as she tip toes her way into the room. Shutting the door is noise somehow, a high pitched creeeeeeek echoing in the room as she twists the handle to reduce the slam. Satya’s stills, listening for any disturbance she caused, and gets only the stuffed breathing of the bed’s occupant as her prize. Satya relaxes, if only slightly, crossing the to the side wall in small, light-footed steps. There was a small and incredibly uneven desk to the side of the bed, covered primarily in metal scraps and various cups, makeshift or standard. From the end of it, Satya could see the side of the occupant’s face that wasn’t turned into the bed, a line of drool trailing down from the corner of her mouth. One hand lay tucked into the band of her shorts, the out crushed under her pillow by the head, pushing it into her face. She slept.
Satya’s anxiety built since coming into the room, and it hit a crescendo here as she looked upon Odessa’s face. There were hundreds of other ways she could tell her, or simply not at all. Yet she was here, listening to the foolish voice in her that actually wanted to ignore reason. She was a fool in this city, in a way she had never been before in her life. This woman was the epicenter of the foolishness.
Yet.
Satya reached out her flesh hand, slowly, stopping a too large distance away from any skin. Her fingers twitched.
The next instance was a blur. The hand that was in Odessa’s pants pulled out, down, and up, as her body jerked up and forward. Her other hand swung to her opposite side, turning her body towards Satya, one hand grabbing her shoulder tight, and the other holding a knife to her collarbone.
No one moved for a tense moment. Then, Odessa’s eyes gleamed in recognition, and she brought the knife down slightly, turning it less immediately deadly. “What.” Odessa stated, “Are you in my room.”
Evidence of her foolishness, that may have cost her life if she was fortunate that Odessa’s was quick and merciful. She would not have stopped the knife’s swing if she wasn’t. Satya swallowed. It would be more foolish to not follow through on why she came here than to continue. “Vishkar is recalling me.”
The sentence hung in the air, Odessa’s face shifting vaguely. “…when?” Her voice was foreign, without the gravel of her throat nor the boom of her chest. It was all Satya had to go on.
“Tomorrow evening.”
Another moment. The hand at Satya’s shoulder drifted down her arm, coming to grip her forearm loosely. The knife came down to her bed pocket, then resting her hand on the sheets. For yet another moment, they looked at the other’s hands. Then, another blur of movement, as Odessa switched her hand from Satya’s arm to her bare hip, pulling them both down, Satya crashing down on Odessa’s large form. Satya pushed herself up with her palms, before Odessa grabbed the back of her head, and crushed their lips together. Satya fell into her, her mouth opening for Odessa’s tongue, before closing around it was it drew back. Odessa pushed her knee up, spreading Satya’s legs apart to bracket her hips. The space spread of her legs made something throb in the core, and she gave up looking for the next move. Satya brought her prosthetic hand to grab the side of Odessa’s neck, pushing slightly into her pulse. The flesh hand was captured by Odessa’, held behind’s Satya’s back a moment later as Odessa pulled back barely and gulped in a breath.
“You should fuck me goodbye.” Odessa said lowly, her voice swollen. Everything was very still for a moment, the rise and fall of Odessa’s chest the only real movement Satya could recognize. She wasn’t sure if she was even breathing, could only feel the oppressive heat of the room and the pulse between her thighs. Odessa continued a beat later, ever impatient, with a scowl on her face, “Or are you too sca’ed to get your hands dirty?”
Satya felt her resolve harden. If she would be a fool, she would be successful at it.
She tightened her grip on Odessa’s throat, pressing down most at the sides where she left the thump of her blood flow. Odessa went slack jawed, her eyes half-closed. Satya made sure she still had her breathe, before locking her hand in that grip. The hand holding her flesh arm loosened, and she pulled free to tangle it in the mess of purple hair splayed around Odessa’s head like a halo. Satya pulled her head back as much as she could, and killed Odessa open mouthed, swallowing the ragged breaths as she sought air. Odessa’s body softened against the bed, and Satya released her, and she took gasping breaths with her full capacity restored to her. Satya moved her mouth from Odessa’s lips to her chest, one hand still in her hair. Her now unoccupied hand came down to tug Odessa’s tank down, her mouth following the swell of her breasts down to her newly exposed nipple. Satya took the nub into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around a side of the bar the went through it. Her teeth scraped flesh and metal, sensory overload in a way that shot through her body in a warm, wet throb.
Odessa’s head was still where Satya held her, but the rest of her body writhed against her. The leg between her thighs slid higher, Odessa slotting her hips together more securely, and pressed up into the barest hint of contact between them through their clothing. Odessa grunted/ “I said fuck me, Vaswani,” she gritted out, voice tight and made less aggressive from the low moan that came after as Satya tugged at her piercing. She bucked her hips up, her hands coming from the bed to grab at Satya’s ass and pull her against herself. The large expanse of Odessa’s palms covered over almost fully, the heat seeping through Satya’s nightgown more so than the stifling air. Satya let go, pushing herself up and off to stand at the foot of the bed, Odessa releasing her easily. Odessa sat up, and pulled her tank over her head, freeing her breast completely, before pushing her shorts down her thighs. Satya forgot why, exactly, she was standing now, and reached out dazedly to pull her shorts and fishnets off fully. Once fully nude, Odessa spread her legs, reaching down to cup herself. Satya watched, her with palmed resting on the bed, as Odessa spread her fingers to part her bush, revealing the slick folds of her cunt. She leaned back against the headrest, dragging her index and middle finger through the wet of her opening and coming to rest on her clit. Odessa smirked, before pulling back the hood of her clitoris, revealing a silver bar going through it, a bead with a blue gem resting at the top.
Satya’s cunt throbbed. She knelt down, gabbing Odessa’ hips on each side, and pulled her towards her before wrapping her mouth around her clitoris. She flicked her tongue at the stud, haltingly. Odessa’s breathe hitched, and Satya did so again, more forcefully, her tongue wrapping barely around the swell as it pushed back the hood. Odessa trust her cunt more deeply into her face, and low noise in her throat. Satya tilted her face down to suck at the lips of her opening, dipping her tongue into her and spreading her, before returning her outer folds. She was dimly aware of Odessa’ falling back down to the bed, but was completely aware when her brought her fingers back to rub circles around her clit, above where Satya’s nose rest. Satya moaned into her, bringing her flesh hand down to press two finger into the wet heat, using her tongue to lap at the slick around them. Odessa pressed into the intrusion, and Satya curled her fingers as she pressed in up to the base, wandered her tongue to join Odessa’s hand on her clit. Odessa’s rubbed a bit faster, jerking her hips back and forth minutely, bumping her fingers into Satya’s lips as she traced circles inside of her. Satya kept her mouth there, even as her jaw began to ache, until Odessa stilled with a gasp, her pitch higher than Satya’s ever heard it, and the walls of her cunt tightened around her. A wave of fresh heat spilled out onto Satya’s fingers, easing her way as she slipped them out.
Odessa lay on the bed, her hand still rested to cover her clit, and took deep breaths. Her eyes opened to look at Satya, and the heat and expectation in them were all she needed to push the straps of her gown down her shoulders, letting the cover fall to the floor at her feet. Her breasts bounced slightly as she moved to push down her panties, and she felt a spike of arousal just from that, as well as the feeling of Odessa’s gaze on them. Satya moved to kneel on the bed between Odessa’ thighs. Odessa’ pushed up on her elbows, moving as though to scoot back, when Satya caught her hips to still her.
“Lemme fuckin’—” Odessa started, reaching out towards her, when she froze. Satya held her prosthetic up, palm facing herself. A glow engulfed her hips, emanating from her hand, brighter in the front of her crotch, before hardening into four, light grey straps wrapped around her thighs and hips. The brighter glow molded itself to her thoughts, a soft blue taking form as a smooth, thick dildo attaching to her, rounding out at the tip. Odessa arched her eyebrow.
“The wonders of hard light technology.” Satya murmured, and sly smile tugging at her mouth. She had spent the last month showing off the beauty of hard light, but there were many things Vishkar did not want their product known for. This was the more tame of them. Odessa grasped the base of her light, jerking it in three quick tugs, a distraction when she raised her feet to kick against the swells of Satya’s ass, knocking her down onto Odessa’s front. Satya’s mouth collided into the hard press of Odessa’s collarbone, dazing her slightly, before Satya recovered her wits enough to raise up and bite the stretched tension on the side of Odessa’s neck. She let Odessa grab at her, slipping her index finger inside the flooded heat of her pussy as she suckled a bruise into Odessa’s neck. Her finger scrapped inside of her, thick and sturdy as the pads of the others brushed sparingly over her clit, more of a tease than anything. Satya let go of her clench of her mouth to raise onto her elbows, Odessa’s finger withdrawing.
Odessa knees came up to crowd Satya’s hips, her hands large and expansive at the small of her back. Satya was overcome momentarily by the thought of how crushing Odessa could be, how the expanse of her palms could wrap around her waist, (how they have a voice whispered behind her thoughts, only ever to save you) and contrasted that bruising image with the reality before her, hovering over her naked body, her legs and face open with expectation. Something pulsed inside her, and she brought up her left hand, palm up, to mold her light to extend past her guard and press against her clit. The blue glow reflected against the sheen of sweat covering Odessa, stood stark against her blood red eyes. Satya placed her hand down to wrap around the base of her light, and pressed in to the slick heat of Odessa’s cunt.
Odessa barely reacted as she bottomed out, the most sign of her pleasure the slight drop of her mouth, her tongue coming to wiggle the labret in her bottom lip. Satya lay atop her, her hips flush against Odessa, before pulling out to the tip and fucking back in. Odessa’s head pressed back, a breathy sign escaping her mouth.
Satya was not pleased.
On her second thrust, she listed her arm again, palm up, and did the minor math needed to bring the construct to being. Inside Odessa, Satya’s light swelled, expanding in an outwards circumference, stretching the walls of her pussy.
Odessa’s eyes flung open, staring straight up towards the rafters as a sharp gasp choked out of her throat. Satya kept the swell, expanding minutely until Odessa’s shuddered around her, beneath her, and she ceased. No sooner than she stop did Satya push into her elbow and knees, pulled out, and fucked back as hard as her could muster.
Odessa screeched, low and loud, her heels coming up to fuck back in time with Satya’s thrusts, giving as good as she was getting. She was loud, loud like Satya would never admit to picturing in her nights inside her little makeshift bedroom at Junkertown, loud like the noises she walked in on at the throne room all those weeks ago, with a man kneeled between her legs. Satya burned at the memory, and with it came a sharp trust in and up, making Odessa’s head snap back and her back arch against the bed. The opposing side of her light rubbed against her clit with every in, a sharp wave tightening the sides of her thighs, slowly. Satya could see the crash of her orgasm, but could not reach it.
Odessa’s hands blurred as they came up to wrap around her back, pulling Satya down into her as she buried her light up to the hilt, her clit pressing against the swell of it opposite Odessa’s. Satya ground her cunt into hers, her concentration broken suddenly by the change. Odessa’s mouth chased after hers, only once they connected to pant into each other did Satya become aware of her own noise, pale in comparison to the guttural noises Odessa made, but a sharp ah, ah in the background of her pleasure. Odessa spoke between moans, encouragement and taunts, a gorgeous and a feel s’ fuckin’ good and a fuckmeharder and a perfect baby yeah per’ect and a Satya--!
Satya ground her clit down hard against the light, thinning out enough to feel the similar swell of Odessa’s clit and unforgiving metal of her piercing. The stretch of Odessa’s cunt around her swam into her mind, the last image Satya saw before wrapping her flesh hand in the neon purple of Odessa’ hair and pulling down as hard as she could, clenching around emptiness and a flood of soaking heat crashed against her insides. Beneath her, Odessa ground her hips up against her briefly, she hand pulled back and her throat exposed to Satya’s mouth as she slipped below, teeth scraping against the mark she left. Odessa’ legs wrapped tight around her lower body, as she went silent and shuddering against her.
Both lay boneless together, heartbeats slowing, before Satya released the construct existence. Odessa’ grunted in discomfort as the light inside her shattered into nothing once against, before jerking at the sensitivity of Satya’s cunt pressed bare against her own. When Satya could no longer bare the discomfort of her dirty bodies pressed together, she extracted herself, coming to sit at the side of the bed, facing the room. Odessa did not move.
Neither of them spoke as Satya slid her panties and nightgown back on. When she went to find her shoes, however, Odessa reached for her knife in her bed pocket. Satya froze, more in disbelief than anything else, and then chided herself as Odessa dropped the knife to the floor with a loud clang in the thick, radioactive air.
Odessa made no move to dress, but moved herself over, barely, to the side of the bed. Satya lingered at her foot.
She was disgusting, covered in sweat and soiled clothing, and Odessa’s bed covered in Krishna only knows what crumbs and liquor and year-old sweat and blood and—
Odessa pushed herself up on her elbow, reaching over the side of the bed to pull out a bottle of water, and vaguely clean rag. She flopped back to her back, holding the items up and out to Satya.
“Clean and go, or clean and stay.” Odessa grunted. If there was emotion or intent in her voice, Satya could not pick it out clearly. “Or clean and stay and leave later, or taken ‘em and go. Do whatever you want, Sa’ya.” Her voice caught at the end, the hint of emotion obvious even in it's unknowability.
Satya was still, and Odessa’ hand wavered, moving to come back down to the bed. Satya’s hand darted out, catching Odessa’s wrist, before pulling the bottle and rag out from her. When she was done, she set them both neatly on the side table, before laying at Odessa’s side, opposite the side in easy reach of her knife. Odessa brought her hand to rest at Satya’s hip, weight on her as she fell asleep clothed and vaguely clean, curled away from Odessa's naked chaos.