Orders From The Vellore
"N-Nova?!"
She pulled the blanket tight around her naked body, Nova's green eyes flared with shock and rage. Her breathing was still ragged; her skin flushed with something more than the heat of the moment. She was a fighter, a battle-hardened commander respected on the battlefield—but at this moment, snugged into a messy knot of sheets and sex, she was vulnerable in a manner that infuriated her.
"Tch. This woman had to arrive now, of all times," Nova said softly, her voice husky and resentful.
Leon groaned, levering himself upright, still completely naked and acutely erect. He rubbed the back of his head, his golden eyes snapping toward Natasha—who, naturally, looked more than too amused.
She was biting her lip, attempting to hide her smile, but the sparkle in her eyes gave her away.
"What's so funny?" Nova snapped, her voice sharp as a blade.
