CHAPTER 16
Half an hour later, Lira pushed Cait out the door of her new apartment, admonishing her for already being late.
"I would've been fine if you hadn't made me change!" she complained. Lira had stripped Cait with all the care and concern of a prison guard, then stuffed her into the same dress Cait had worn to her senior prom. She had not been done growing senior year. The end effect was that what had been a slightly sultry black and gold number on high school Cait was now a full on sexy evening down showing plenty of firm thigh and luscious cleavage.
"Oh, yeah," Lira said, eyes wide in mock agreement. "Because I was going to show up with you in jeans when I look like this."
She struck a pose, and Cait had to admit she had a point. Her bonfire of hair was up in a complicated bun, letting a few strands fall down to frame the work she'd put in on her face. She'd highlighted the bright green of her eyes with shimmery dark eyeshadow and gold liner, giving herself an Egyptian vibe. Her lithe body was hugged by a matching set of tantalizingly tight green top and skirt, lacing a pair of thin gold chain belts around her waist.
"Yeah, you're right." Cait nodded sagely. "You woulda looked pretty foolish that overdressed."
Lira punched her hard, determined to test whether she could do it hard enough that her paramour would feel it.
Breastman followed behind the two flirting girls. On first look he was unchanged, but closer inspection would reveal an important addition. Lira had procured a stick on bow-tie, which Breastman had been elated to allow her to affix just below his toothy maw.
"Looking sharp buddy!" Cait shot finger guns at Breastman, who, somehow, returned them. The trio made their way downstairs to the lobby, where they found Dawn and the bubble guy waiting for them.
"Amaranthine! BREAST MAN! You're just in time." It took Cait a second to realize the greeting had come from the bubble man. His voice was deep and smooth, like you'd hear doing the narration on a whiskey commercial. He approached to shake Cait's hand, enveloping it in a surprisingly firm bubble. "Bill Thames, or Bubb-Bill, if you're nasty. I'll be doing your introductions today. Just wanted to say, great work on Grand last night. Typically, I'm a dispatcher, and I look forward to working with you both."
Dawn sauntered over as well, her typical beatific smile fixed upon her cervine features.
"It seems this will be more of an event than we were led to believe." She said wryly. The elegant deer-woman was dressed in a gossamer white gown that contrasted beautifully against her tawny brown fur. She'd decorated her antlers with gold wraps and dangling medallions. The overall effect was that of a benevolent nature goddess condescending to interact with mere mortals.
"We've had new arrivals try and skip out on this before if we let them know it's a gala type of thing." Bill's voice didn't seem capable of sounding bashful, but he rubbed the bubbles that constituted the back of his neck. Cait also thought two cheek-adjacent bubbles might have gone more opaque, but that was a tough thing to be sure of.
He ushered them over to a side door to the dining hall, which stood open to reveal a small stage had been set up jutting into the room.
"Okay, I'll go out and say a few words, then introduce you. Come out when I do." He looked thoughtful for a second. "We'll just go in order of arrival, so Wilds Witch, Amaranthine, BREAST MAN. After you're introduced, head to table with Director Swan, trust me, you won't be able to miss her."
Lira pressed herself against Cait, bringing her lips to her ear.
"I'm gonna go find Kennedy, try and get her warmed up for you." She whispered, then nipped at her earlobe and bounced off.
Gonna have to unpack that later, Cait thought, but didn't have time to dwell on it. Bill's voice boomed out from a PA system as he stood in front of a mic on the small stage.
"Ladies, Gentlemen, and everything in between!" Bill started, a smile audible in his voice that couldn't be made out on his face. "A wave is always tough, and I know most of you had a hell of a time last night. But as many problems as the Waves bring, they also bring the means to fight back against them. Each Guardian among you, and many of the support staff like myself, have been Altered by the waves. It is the power from those Alterations that has allowed humanity to persevere in the face of cosmic adversity beyond our ability to explain. It is my pleasure to introduce to you now three new repositories of that power, three new Guardians to stand side by side with you against everything this world has to offer, and whatever more besides!"
His voice rose in fervor throughout those last few lines. The audience responded in kind, with many whoops, applause, and a few less human expressions of excitement. Bill made a calming motion with his bubble hands.
"Please, save your applause, at least for the moment, for someone more deserving." He said plaintively, before swinging his hand wide towards the door. "Someone like the benevolent protector of New Davenport before the coming of the Risen River, the mystical, the magical, The Wilds Witch!"
Dawn bounded onto the stage with those words, displaying the famous grace of her species. As she moved, beautiful yellow-green sprites flowed along her path, crashing around her as she stopped. They resolved into a gorgeous arch of curling vines and vibrant red-purple flowers in the center of the stage. She made a sweeping bow, light catching and gleaming off her ornamented antlers.
Dawn gracefully leapt off the stage, forgoing the stairs. Cait grinned as she felt her body release adrenaline at the thought of being publicly presented. Like anyone, she got a little bit jittery at that much attention, but she didn't allow herself to interpret it as fear. On the stage, Bill continued;
"Next up! Most of you have already seen more of her than you bargained for after a debut that was more nude revue, the invincible, the indestructible, Amaranthine!"
Cait jogged out through the gorgeous arch Dawn had left, noting the flowers adorning it were actually amaranth.
That's big points to my deer friend.
She plastered a big smile on her face, and waved as she took center stage. Not having access to the magic to put on a show like Dawn had, Cait made use of an old standby. Striking a pose, she flexed one impressive bicep then the other, giving a dazzling smile all the while, before front flipping off the stage to join Dawn.
Bill had been right about not being able to miss Director Swan. The black dress she wore would have been modest, as it exposed no skin but her arms. That was undercut a bit by the fact that it hugged her generous curves tighter than most superhero outfits, and the sparkling diamonds she wore necklace drew attention to her shocking chest. She was politely clapping when Cait joined the table, her beauty mark creeping upward as her lips parted in a smile.
Cait was surprised to see Lira there as well, situated between Kennedy and Dawn. Before Cait had a chance to question that coincidence, Bill started another spiel.
"And finally, our own friendly neighborhood nightmare, the thing that bumps back, its
BREAAAASSSSTTT MAAAAAANNN!" The bubble man had gone full pro-wrestling announcer for this, but the audience was left confused as no-one came onto the stage. A second later though, Breastman came careening down from the ceiling. He whipped out tentacles to catch Dawn's arch, pulling himself through a complicated series of spins and flips, before splaying them all out to occupy the center of the arch. Cait heard a couple of gasps from the audience, but quickly drowned them out as she jumped to her feet applauding.
She was quickly joined by Lira, and an athletic looking Asian man she didn't recognize who yelled, "Hell yeah top 10!"
Soon enough, most of the auditorium had joined in as Breastman whipped himself off the stage into a seat next to Cait. She stuck her fist out for some low bones.
"Fuckin' A dude, when did you get the chance to practice that?" She whispered, while Bill said a few closing words about being welcoming. In response, Breastman held up a tentacle towards Lira who gave it a resounding slap. The lights in the room went up, and the gentle murmur of conversation started as folks discussed the new arrivals.
"Honestly," Cait said, addressing the table. "I'm a little embarrassed. You two had some flashy ass intros, I just flexed."
Kennedy, Lira, and Director Swan all exchanged glances. The two younger women started giggling as the Director responded.
"I doubt anyone minded the show Amaranthine," She rolled Cait's name around on her tongue, making the girl herself jealous. "I like the name by the way, suits the powerset, evocative, not over-specific. Did Isaac even present any alternatives?"
"Nope!" Cait beamed. "Pretty much had the same thoughts as you. I haven't heard the full story, but I doubt the same can be said for BREAST MAN's representative."
Breastman gave a gurgling sigh, and names started to scroll across his hat:
NIGHT TERROR
CTHULLU JR.
TENTACULAR
HELPFUL HANDS
THE PSEUDOPOD PATROLLER
GRABBY GUS
LUCKY 13
AND THOSE WERE THE BEST ONES
"Helpful Hands had to be a joke right?" Lira interjected. "You literally don't even have hands."
"Given how mad that lady was when I picked him up, I really don't think she was capable of jokes," Cait responded.
"I was quite certain you'd stick with BREAST MAN after our initial conversation," Director Swan said, looking pleased. "It puts people off balance in a way I think will help them accept you. The ones that were going to hate you regardless won't be any worse because of the name."
"Anyway, lets fucking eaaaatttt!" Lira groaned, hopping up from her chair and flirtatiously beckoning for Kennedy to follow. The goth allowed herself to be pulled along with a roll of her eyes and a grin, and Cait followed behind.
She hadn't gotten a good look at Kennedy before Breastman's intro, but she had gone all out for the event. A transparent black lace top covered a tight black bustier, and a flowing skirt of dark silk was slit high to allow an occasional peek at those perfect ivory legs.
On second thought, I'm super glad I let Lira do me up for this. I would've felt like an idiot in my usual getup.
The group all got their preferred entrees from the prepared buffet and returned to the table. Cait's plate was piled high like any self-respecting Midwesterner, and Breastman was not to be outdone, his many tentacles allowing seconds and thirds to be carried back alongside the first plate.
As they dug in, Director Swan swallowed a bite of the excellent filet and looked between Cait and Kennedy.
"So, Miss Smith, what did you make of my daughter out in the field?" She asked, as casually as if what she'd said hadn't sent Cait reeling. She looked at Breastman to make sure he'd come to the same conclusion. As ever, he didn't have a face to read, but the bill of his hat stood straight up in shock.
Director Swan looked confusedly at Cait, who had frozen with a forkful of mashed potatoes halfway into her mouth, eyes flicking wildly between Director Swan and Kennedy.
Kennedy, whose pearl white cheeks had turned pink as soon as Director Swan had opened her mouth. Coughed, and interjected herself.
"Uh, yeah, Cait, this is my mom! Elizabeth Swan, director of AEGIS DSM!" She gave a wide nervous smile, as she presented her mother like a gameshow host presenting an underwhelming prize.
Oyakodon. Cait thought, followed quickly by, Fuck, no, wouldn't be the first time you've plowed your way through a family tree but that's a terrible way to start a working relationship.
Cait went to respond, bit down on the fork in her mouth and found herself coughing out potato.
"Ack! Uh, yes! We've met! Obviously!" Cait felt her face reddening as she stammered.
C'mon, save it.
"I, uh, I'm just surprised Director Swan had a daughter your age! If I'd known you were family I would've guessed sisters!" Sometimes the classics were classics for a reason, and while both of the raven haired beauties gave a hearty eye roll, each also wore a faint smile of amusement.
"Right. Very flattering, Cait," Director Swan's low voice had taken on a tone that made it clear she wasn't being sincere, but wasn't mad about it either. "I suppose there would be worse things than being mistaken for my beautiful daughter's sister."
She gave Kennedy a warm smile at that, before continuing.
"However, your surprise is as obvious as it is, technically, warranted. While Kennedy is my daughter, we were brought together under…. circumstances that are not the norm. While she may not be of my flesh, she is the only family I claim." She had placed her hand near, but not touching Kennedy's. As she spoke, her adoptive daughter placed her own hand over hers, giving it a light squeeze. Cait was interested in that story, but could tell it wasn't one you'd tell casually, and not to someone you'd each known for less than 24 hours. The moment between them was tender, but didn't leave much room for exploration.
"So! Uh, in response to your earlier question." Cait knuckled down and tanked the embarrassment of breaking the tension. "Given that she seemed to be handling herself at the same level as Dustdevil, she's very impressive! That guy is no joke. Did you put them together because they have a similar power set?"
Both of the women returned Cait a soft smile that said she was wrong, but in a way they were used to.
"Not quite," Kennedy said. "You've noticed some… weird emotions around me by now, right?"
Cait grinned, remembering both the pull that had led her out of the slime last night and the burst of interest she'd felt this morning. She thought about referencing that last bit, but remembered how embarrassed Kennedy had seemed about it and changed tack.
"Yeah, you had some kind of pull on me that got me out of that shitbeast!" Cait affirmed enthusiastically.
"Heh, shitbeast." Kennedy chuckled. "Yeah, anyway, that is my ability, really. I form empathic links with people, sort of a two way radio for emotions."
She pushed around some mashed potatoes with a fork as she spoke, seeming a little uncomfortable to be talking frankly about her power.
"When I'm linked to someone, I also get a portion of their power. That's why I was throwing around sandblasts like I was, well, Dustdevil." She met Cait's eyes then, and Cait felt a brush against her feelings that was quickly becoming familiar.
Cait had been taking the exposition dump as a chance to catch up with Breastman's prodigious appetite, and as such her mouth was still full of filet as she exclaimed, "That's fucking amazing!!!"
She quickly covered her mouth and swallowed before continuing, "Really, I mean damn. People tell kids they can do anything, but you, conceivably, actually could!"
Director Swan beamed with pride at the praise of her daughter, even as that daughter blushed.
"Kennedy has potential beyond any of us, since that potential is greater than the sum total of all of us."
"Ugh, right, no pressure or anything Mom." Kennedy sniped back in response. Cait was quickly beginning to realize the gorgeous goth was a lot less cool and composed than she appeared on the surface. Looking at her and Director Swan, she felt like she was looking at a rebellious teen and overbearing mother, although there was a clear link of deep affection between them. Honestly, looking closer, Cait could see that both women dropped a tension in each other's presence that had been invisible before seeing its absence. Cait knew it well, the kind of relaxation you can only really have around those you love and who love you in return.
"It's not like it doesn't have downsides." Kennedy continued. "I said it was two way, right? Well that means people can feel things I don't necessarily want them to"
Her golden eyes met Cait's for a second before blushing and skirting back to her plate of food. She took a bite of the potatoes she'd been playing with before forging ahead.
"And, you ever felt overwhelmed by emotions? Well try having two or more people's worth to deal with! Mom's had people working with me on control of both the power and the issues that come from using it, but damn. It's way too easy to feel things you don't want to feel, or to start to lose who you are in the wash of feelings people have!"
Director Swan reached over to take Kennedy's hand to try and comfort her, but the girl flinched back right before contact. She immediately looked guilty, and while Swan was characteristically composed, it wasn't quite enough to completely hide the look of hurt that flashed across her face. The general mood of the table had turned awkward, and Cait noticed murmurs or discomfort and interest from around them.
Lira, thank god for her, hopped up and grabbed Kennedy's chair, pulling it away from the table. "Okay sad bitch, no one wants to dance until the hot girls do it. Let's get this party started!"
She shimmied back, shaking her tight ass as she beckoned Kennedy with both hands towards where the tables had been cleared to make a dance floor. Some time before, Bill had announced he was 'shifting to DJ mode', moved his tie from around his 'neck' to around his 'head' and started blasting some EDM.
Kennedy scowled at first, then grinned at Lira's wildly wiggling eyebrows, and finally relented when Lira raised her hands above her head and started to advance on her, swaying like a belly dancer.
"Fine!" Kennedy yelled, her eyes tracking Lira's toned tummy as it swayed back and forth. "I'll get out there and move, the rest of you can decide if what I do is dancing."
Cait watched as Lira ran out ahead to the dance floor, laughing as she mimed lassoing and pulling Kennedy to the floor.
She did all that without so much as brushing against her. For someone that talks with her body as much as she does just…. Wow.
Kennedy waved her arms as she pretended to be pulled to the floor, ending up face to face with Lira and shimmying to the beat. The girls danced close, laughing and flirting as they played a weird, contactless, version of yuri chicken. The display ended up closer to adorable than sexy, but accomplished the stated goal of getting the party started as the dance floor started to fill.
Cait felt a hand rest on her shoulder, and looked up to see Director Swan standing just behind her, watching her daughter with a sad kind of happiness. She quickly turned down to Cait and banished the emotion from her face, replacing it with a warm smile.
"I'd like to bring the three of you around to make some introductions, if you don't mind?" She fixed each of the new Altered with her gaze in turn. "This party is in your honor after all, some pressing of the flesh is in order!"
Rallying them, Director Swan led them through a dizzying kaleidoscope of forms and faces. Cait was formally introduced to Claudio, trying to keep thoughts of the minotaur and elf from earlier from showing on her face. A surprising amount of people seemed to be familiar with Dawn, often waving and calling her by name before walking over. Apparently, she had been a major point of contact for a planned AEGIS extension into New Davenport before giant Risen River slime had levelled it for good with the last wave.
People's reaction to Breastman was mixed as ever, but now that he was a known quantity there was much less outright fear. Some even extended a hand for one of his tentacles to shake, and a few didn't even shudder when he took them up on it. After talking with the group for a while though, plenty of people walked away charmed by the animated terrorball and his quippy little hat.
The highlight of the introductions was, without a doubt, Cait finally getting to meet Freeflow. She'd kept an eye out for him around campus, but she supposed he was A. Busy, and B. Didn't really have to be seen if he didn't actively want to be. Clearly, the speedster wanted to be seen now though. He was taller than Cait, and even more solidly built, well in keeping as the best active Full Back in the NFL. At least he was, before the league folded when the Nation in National didn't make sense anymore. A navy blue suit complimented his dark skin handsomely, and he greeted the group with a gregarious smile.
"Director Swan! Good to see you. Come to give everyone a taste of the new blood?" His voice was as big as he was, and Cait thought the sports world had missed out on an excellent color commentator, given that it ended before he had a chance to retire.
"Of course, and we saved our best for last!" Director Swan returned his smile with more genuine warmth than she had for most of the introductions. "Chance, let me introduce, Cait, Breastman, and I believe you already know Dawn."
The big man's smile faded as he focused on Dawn, replaced with a tender, conciliatory look. He opened his massive arms wide in invitation, and Dawn hugged him tight around the waist before he wrapped her up. She was turned away from Cait, but she thought she could hear a faint sigh come from the usually composed deer woman as Chance whispered something to her. He released her with a supportive squeeze to her shoulder, as Dawn collected herself and wiped her eyes.
"So, hell of a first night for you two newbies huh?" He'd quickly put his smile back on to address Cait and Breastman. "Usually we'd save a shit elemental for at least your second week, but you gotta use the depth chart you got."
He shot a wink at Director Swan with that. She started to respond to defend herself, but he waved her off.
"Don't worry, Beth." He said, a chuckle coloring his tone. "I saw Metric's readings on these two, what the fuck was some acidic poop gonna do to them? You made the right call. Even if Dustdevil and Sonder could've handled it on their own, and that's a big if, it would've taken way longer and caused triple the damage."
Director Swan rolled her eyes, "Yes, Chance. Thank you for your approval. Next time I make decisions as Director, I'll be sure to think twice if the legendary Freeflow would make the same."
"Glad to hear it!" Chance responded, clapping her on the shoulder, leaving her bait where it lay. His attention turned to Cait, giving her a once over that actually seemed to be assessing rather than predatory. "So, Amaranthine, good to meet the Bulletproof Bimbo Lira was advertising in the gym earlier today."
He nodded to the dance floor, where Lira was leading the party-goers in a line dance that definitely wasn't meant for the bass heavy song playing.
"You might wanna get ahead of that one, Lira has a way of making things stick." His tone was warm, but teasing, and left an opening for response.
Keep it fucking cool, Cait.
"Hey, if the shoe fits, right?" Cait shrugged and gave her best smile. Chance laughed, in a way that made you feel you were in on whatever joke was being told.
"That's the right attitude to have around here! We might get to choose the official names, but I'm well aware that Blueberry Blur gets just about as much use as Freeflow among our adoring public." He clapped a heavy hand on her shoulder, then extended a hand towards Breastman.
NOT WORTHY, his hat displayed as he moved his tentacles in a bowing motion. Chance laughed again, but without even appearing to move, suddenly had a tentacle gripped in both hands, giving it a firm shake.
"No place for that kinda talk from a teammate, brother!" He sounded genuine, which seemed insane to Cait. If her life hadn't been so crazy for the past 24 hours she would have had the same reaction as Breastman. Nobody but nobody had done as much to keep people safe as Freeflow.
"It's real good to meet you both," he continued, releasing Breastman, who stroked the tentacle like he'd never wash it again. "Cait, I understand I've got you for close combat tomorrow morning. Stay fresh tonight, cause I guarantee you won't leave that way tomorrow, bulletproof or no."
He gave her a wink and made his excuses, turning back to the woman he'd been talking to. Cait had been so focused on meeting Freeflow that she hadn't even noticed a very miffed Warhawk, clearly mad to be interrupted in what seemed to be a frustratingly unsuccessful flirting campaign.
"Well, I wasn't joking about that being the last introduction I had planned." Director Swan put her hands on her hips, assessing the state of the party. She smiled at Kennedy, who had gotten comfortable enough to hold Lira's waist as they slow danced to a song that sounded nice, but was definitely about cheating.
"It seems a good time as any to join the party," she said, lip curving in a smirk that made Cait hear the blood rush in her ears. "May I have this dance?"
"Is this your first official order as my boss?" Cait grinned, taking the hand she had outstretched. Director Swan crooked an eyebrow, then skillfully spun Cait into a dip, following her down to bring her lips to her ear.
"When I give you an order, you'll know it." She whispered into Cait's ear. Cait got a deep breath of the perfume on her neck, warm, with a spicy note of nutmeg. If it weren't for the dress covering the Director's skin, Cait didn't think she could have resisted flicking her tongue out for a taste.
She whirled Cait around as they came back up, and Cait found her heart was beating faster than it had at any point during last night's fight. Director Swan traced a finger down the back of Cait's neck with one hand, while using the other to bring Cait's palm to her hip. She laced her fingers behind Cat's neck, and swayed in time with the beat. Her movements were intoxicating. It felt like Cait was under a spell as she led her through steps with nothing but the feel of her hips under Cait's hands and barely noticeable pressure against her neck. Her body bunched and bounced under her tight black dress, and Cait felt every motion against her palms. Occasionally she'd bring her face close enough to tease, and Cait could feel her breath against her lips before she'd pull back, executing some new maneuver that kept Cait off balance.
Unbidden, Cait's mind was drawn back to a phase her mom had gone through, one with endless reality dance competition shows. Director Swan moved as well as the best contestants among them, and to be honest Cait suspected she was better. Her steps were perfect, but not mechanically so, including a level of planned imperfection that added rather than subtracted. No matter what she was doing, she found time for a flourish or a tease, and Cait found her blood was as up as if the gorgeous woman was naked in her bed, beckoning.
She was only shaken out of it in a flash of red hair, as Lira spun in, swapping places with Cait. Her own lithe athleticism was nearly a match for Director Swan, and the mature woman let out a throaty chuckle as Lira whirled her away with a wink to Cait and a nod towards Kennedy. The girl stood among the other dancers, her shock a twin for Cait's at the other women's increasingly passionate cooperative competition.
Cait couldn't really offer her anything but a shrug and a smile, doing a funny little jig to try and break the tension. It worked, and by the time Cait reached her, they were both laughing. They took turns busting out their best highly cliché dance moves in parody of their insanely skilled counterparts. Cait hit Kennedy with a vogue, and she'd shoot back with an impressively executed floss. The pair traded back and forth until another slow, sexy, dance-up-close-or-leave kind of song started playing. Against that backdrop, silly started to feel stupid.
Cait instinctively reached out to pull Kennedy close, but stopped just before her hands met her waist. She looked up, meeting Kennedy's eyes to see them wide, her jaw set in concern.
Stupid, Cait admonished herself. She gave Kennedy her best reassuring smile and started to pull back. As she did, Kennedy grabbed her wrist. Her big honey-gold eyes bored into Cait's own, and she felt pressure at the back of her mind. Calming herself as best she could, she opened her emotions to Kennedy. She breathed in, and it felt like she accepted more of Cait into herself than she had when she saved her last night. She visibly swelled slightly, her fit but trim physique filling out in a step towards Cait's own bulkier build. Cait did her best to temper the, admittedly intense, lust she felt towards Kennedy into a more accepting form of desire. Something that left more room for acceptance and growth.
She knew she didn't do it perfectly, but the roil of emotion seeping from Kennedy into her wasn't exactly tightly controlled either. Excitement and desire warred with an unreasoning terror that grew as Kennedy brought Cait's hand to her waist. Cait tried to bring her own emotions to bear against that fear as the two began to sway, like middle schoolers leaving room for Jesus.
Cait couldn't be much more inured to physical intimacy, it was more or less where her aptitude for social graces began and ended. This melding of emotions though, it would have been alien even if it was just a frank talk about feelings. Instead, it was like they had formed a third person between them, but that person overlapped each of them like a Venn diagram. Avoiding her typical ham-fisted approach, Cait soothed Kennedy, willing comfort into her mind.
Kennedy, still taking deep breaths like she was getting ready to jump off a cliff, raised her arms to wrap around Cait's neck. Her hands felt cool against her skin, and Cait realized that must mean she was burning up. She wanted this girl so bad. Kennedy let some of her weight hang there, and Cait felt some of the panic leave her. As her emotions calmed, both of them returned their attention to the real world, and Kennedy raised her eyes to Cait, glossy black lower lip held between her teeth.
"Thanks." She said, keeping her eyes on Cait's. The muscular women tried not to let any discomfort enter her face or their link. This moment felt more intimate to her than the dance she'd shared with Director Swan, hell it felt more intimate than the sex she'd had with Lira last night. It was not in her wheelhouse, but she'd never wanted to fuck anything up less.
"Ignore what you felt from me when you bit your lip, I'm just, uh, hungry." Cait half-joked half-pleaded. Kennedy grinned wide and cocked an eyebrow.
"Uh-huh. That coming from the girl I just saw mainline mashed potatoes like it was part of a Saw trap." Her face fell then, and she pulled herself to Cait's chest, surprising both of them.
"I don't want to ignore it." She said.
They stayed like that, Cait stroked the back of Kennedy's neck, while they swayed for a few moments that felt like untold hours passing in infinitesimal seconds. Cait could feel the tamed panic in Kennedy growing wild again with the prolonged contact. She had to release it somehow, but the way she did surprised the hell out of Cait.
"My mom wants me to team up and move in with you!" she blurted out. Cait wanted to give herself a second to process that by asking her to repeat herself, but she knew she'd heard her right.
Okay, that makes some sense. Kennedy takes power from those around her. What mother wouldn't want her daughter to have constant access to invulnerability?
"Okay!" Cait nodded, stepping back to give herself enough distance to look Kennedy in the eye. "Uh, I'm not, like, opposed to that! But I don't think that's just a me decision. We'd have to clear it with Breastman, and we were thinking about seeing if Dawn wanted to join up."
"I know, yeah, I'm, uh," Kennedy stammered, a blush creeping into her cheeks. "I'm sorry for just dropping that on you, I just-"
"I'm glad you two separated a bit." Lira interjected in a mock serious tone. She'd snuck up next to them while the pair had no focus to spare. She had one hand on her hip and was wagging the other in accusation. "Thought I was gonna have to take action myself to make room for our lord and savior!"
She let the strict chaperone facade linger for about a second before breaking into a manic grin. The music changed to an old classic about shaking yourself like some kind of old photograph. She spun in place, thrusting out that earthquake of an ass and twerking like her life depended on it.
"Come on! Your penance is twerking for Jesus!"
Her audience gave each other a concerned look, then burst into laughter and joined in. Unlike Lira, who's ass shook like she'd been born to do it, Cait and Kennedy had to make up for a lack of skill with enthusiasm. They were interrupted by Director Swan walking up with a look of abject contempt on her face, handing Lira a drink.
"Amateurs," she scoffed, before breaking it down in a way that actually did make Lira look like she didn't know what she was doing. The humble twerk was designed with someone who had the Director's generous curves in mind, after all.
An hour of dancing later, Kennedy and the Director said their goodbyes. Swan gave Lira a longer, more intimate goodbye hug than Cait expected, pulling back with a question in her eyes. Lira just laughed, then kissed her full on the mouth, before walking back to Cait.
"Gonna let me walk you home, pretty lady?" She asked, eyebrows going wild. Cait mock swooned, draping herself over the petite woman. Lira's eyes went wide and she staggered a bit under Cait's enhanced mass.
"Promise you'll get me home safe?" Cait asked, her lips forming her sexiest pout.
"Hrk! Wouldn't dream of anything less!" Lira forced out, stumbling them towards the exit before Cait relented and swept her up in a princess carry.
"Why don't you just play lookout while I see how quick I can sprint up those stairs to the room?" She asked, mischief gleaming in her eyes.
"Wait, wha- aaaahhhhahahahahaha!" Lira laughed maniacally as Cait took off at a dead sprint for the stairwell. "Comin' through folks! The fuck train has no brakes!"
A minute later, they were in front of Cait's apartment. Cait wasn't even breathing hard, but Lira was. Her hair was a mess, her bright green eyes wide and wild. Cait dropped one of her hands to the scanner, letting Lira's feet hit the floor as she pushed her into the door with a kiss. At the beep of the scanner, they both fumbled for the handle, stumbling through when Lira caught it before Cait did. Giggling, they fell into the living room where they found Breastman sat in Gwyn's lap, watching a movie. The duo laughed at the shocked look on Gwyn's face, and Cait had just enough time to clock the movie they were watching before Lira pulled her into the bedroom.
The Thing is an absolutely wild choice for a first date with Breastman.
The door was barely closed before Lira had Cait's dress off, faster than she could have done it herself. She bit Cait's breast hard enough to hurt a lesser woman, then started to drop to her knees.
Cait caught her by the throat, moving her thumb from her windpipe to her mouth. Lira accepted it, eyes shining up at Cait as she licked and sucked at her thumb. The Amazonian woman pulled her back to her feet, stripping Lira before casually tossing her onto the bed.
"I still owe you from earlier," Cait breathed into her ear. She traced kisses down her neck, breasts and abs before lingering at her inner thighs. She moved her lips all around Lira's pussy, feeling her heat and wetness rise before tasting it on her skin.
Finally, she brought the tip of her tongue to her entrance, slowly bringing it up to flick against Lira's clit. Lira gasped at that, and began to lace her fingers through Cait's hair, stroking her head and giving just the slightest bit of pressure. Cait responded by closing her lips around the soft nub of her clit, kissing it softly. She laid her tongue flat against the sensitive flesh, slowly starting to apply pressure as she licked at it, not sharp flicks, but a slow and steady lapping.
Lira's breath started to come faster and rougher, her hands tensing and relaxing in Cait's hair. She continued this for a while, measuring the rise of Lira's orgasm by the quiver of her legs. When Lira's breaths had turned to gasps, she relented.
Lira groaned in anger, pulling hard against Cait's head as she tried to bring her mouth back to her pussy, but even without superpowers, Cait had a hundred pounds of muscle on her. She smiled as she pulled back, meeting Lira's furious eyes. She brought the fingers of one hand to Lira's entrance as she placed the other against her chest, pressing her into the mattress. Lira accepted her fingers easily, her arousal providing more than enough lubrication after being denied an expected finish.
Cait moved in a beckoning motion within her, laying her head against her quivering thigh and kissing at her hips. She kept the motion up, gauging speed and pressure on Lira's reactions. The girl's anger had faded as she reconciled with Cait's new approach. Again, her breath came quick, and Cait could feel her heart pounding where her palm was pressed against her chest. Resisting the urge to speed up, Cait kept her pace, but brought her lips back to Lira's clit, intermittently kissing softly at the hood. This time, when Lira's pussy began to pulse around her fingers and her breath caught in her throat, Cait let her finish. She stopped the motion of her fingers only when she could feel the internal aftershocks subside.
She didn't let up the attention on Lira's clit though, instead slowly increasing the pressure to her old standard as Lira recovered. Purring in appreciation, Lira brought her hands back to Cait's head. As she did, Cait rose to her knees, bringing Lira with her as she held her thighs tight over her shoulders. Lira yelped, suddenly finding herself inverted, with Cait gazing down at her from above, face still buried in her pussy. Cait intensified the motion of her tongue along with the position shift, and soon watched as Lira's eyes went glassy with pleasure and she reached her second climax of the night.
Cait wasn't ready to be done, and moved her attention south to lick at Lira's pussy again, but Lira raised shaking hands in surrender.
"Nope!" She gasped. "Nope, I mean damn, but I think two is what I've got in me tonight."
She smiled and reached out to embrace Cait as the muscular woman pulled herself up to kiss her.
"Mmm.." Liragroaned into the kiss. "I taste gooooood."
Cait chuckled, and let Lira push her onto her back. She raised an eyebrow as Lira mimicked her earlier movements, kissing down Cait's body before placing the head of Cait's cock against her tongue.
"What?" She teased, kissing just below Cait's cockhead. "I'm not a barbarian, Cait. We reciprocate oral in my household."
An instant later, her lips were spread against Cait's hips, and she spent the next half hour proving she wasn't a liar.