"That was fun, wasn't it Trip?"
"Indeed it was," Trip chuckled. Experimenting on Aoba with some new toys of theirs had been a joy. The price tag on the damn things warranted the results. If they hadn't, well, the mood in the room would be very different. Gazing down at their sleeping beauty, Virus softly tucked some of the mangled blue hair behind Aoba's ear, sighing gently. "Amazing what technology can do nowadays. I'm surprised she lasted as long as she did," Virus crooned. Trip simply nodded in agreement. Aoba's stamina was improving. In the early days, she could only go for an hour or so. With their training, she could last for a few hours at least. The blonde duo was delighted with their handiwork; all they could do for the time being was admire it.
Trip pushed herself off the bed, lazily walking towards the door. "I'm off to make dinner. Anything in particular you want?" she yawned. Virus crooked an eyebrow.
"You? Cooking?"
Trip smirked and nodded.
"Lamb would be good. Would go nicely with that bottle of Merlot I bought yesterday." Trip could only smile and shake her head. She wasn't surprised that Virus was picking her food according to her wine. She always did. If there was one thing she knew about Virus, it was that she was a consistent woman.
With that, Trip made her way to the kitchen. She ambled down a tiled hallway until she reached the set of tall glass doors on the left. Grabbing the handles and gently pushing the doors open, she couldn't help but respect Virus' interior design. Their opulent kitchen was blindingly white and was only kept in that state because Virus insisted on cleaning it. If Trip had her way, the whole place would be a sugary mess. The bottles on the pristine marble counter were a constant reminder of Virus' wine obsession. It was ridiculous. The woman could have wine with anything: cereal, pastry, lasagne. Nothing was sacred.
Drowsy eyes looked around the room, falling lovingly on the bouquet of ruby red tulips sitting on the table. It had been her gift to Aoba for their first Valentine's Day together. Virus had bought the ornate glass vase while Trip bought the actual tulips.
Heading towards the fridge, she scanned it's somewhat meagre contents. She'd have to remind Virus to go grocery shopping. Finding a chunk of lamb rib in the bottom most drawer, she yanked it out. The meat had been wrapped in far too many layers of plastic. She'd probably end up stabbing the packaging repeatedly. It was the easiest method of opening stuff up. She could hear Virus' voice in the other room. Aoba had probably woken up.
She felt disgusting. A thin film of sweat still clung to her and satin sheets stuck to her limbs. Sticky eyelids refused to open. Until she felt that face staring at her. No matter how many times she saw it, it would terrify her. Unfeeling eyes would roam over her body. Painted lips would kiss her mouth and leave their scent scattered all over. Perfectly plucked eyebrows would rise in happiness as she watched her pretend to enjoy their touch. Realization flooded over her, and her eyes shot open. Virus stopped her from bolting upright. Delicate fingers pushed her shoulders down and into the mattress. "Why does Aoba-san look so scared? You had a great time this afternoon. You came, what was it, eight times? Bravo Aoba, bravo." Sickly sweet praise dripped from Virus' lips, and it made Aoba retch. The monstrous duo's new toys had left her numb yet hypersensitive, drowning in all sorts of strange sensations that were neither painful nor pleasant. A horrible limbo. She needed a shower. And she needed it now.
"Virus?"
"Yes, Aoba-san?"
"Can I shower?"
Her request came out like a meek whimper. She hated asking them for things. She was scared of asking them for things. It made her feel like she was a dog, looking at its owner before jumping on the couch. "Of course you can, Aoba-san." Her voice pierced through Aoba's ears. Tracing a line down her jaw, Virus told Aoba that she loved her and that she should be down for dinner soon. Placing a kiss on the girl's nose, the bespectacled blonde disappeared into the corridor. Probably off to smother herself in that gross raspberry-scented soap, Aoba mused.
Virus' aroma seemed to settle in any area she entered. Her presence seemed to linger wherever she went. Peeling the layers of bedding off her body and brushing the hair out of her face, she limped to the en-suite bathroom, heavy feet dragging themselves across the laminate floor. Hersha stood guard. A shudder ran down her back as the biting cold of the black bathroom tiles met the nerves in her feet. Shoving the shower door open and wrenching the cold tap anticlockwise, an icy torrent poured onto her. And it was the most wonderful thing she'd felt that miserable day.
She could never understand why Aoba always looked scared when waking up in her presence. Maybe it was the glasses. Trip was far scarier and probably ten times more muscular than she was. Aoba was so strange sometimes. But that's made her so interesting. So fun. So damn lovable, too. It was hilarious how Aoba's face dropped when she showed her the toys they were to use that day. She would have giggled, but that would have ruined the moment of seriousness they had been building up.
She'd walked into the living room. Trip was sitting on the couch, Aoba on her lap. Her white heels clicked on the floor. A deep navy blue dress shone in the artificial light. A large black case was in her right hand. She sat down on the couch opposite the two, placing the case on her lap. Trip grinned a devilish grin, and that frightened Aoba to no end. Opening the case with such dramatic slowness everyone in the room could cringe, she turned the now-opened case towards Aoba. Ordering her to look at what they were to use that afternoon, Aoba's fearful face stared at the case. Horror washed over the girl. Virus could barely hide her glee. They'd let her pick what she wanted to use first, then second, then third, and so forth. "Pick your poison, Aoba-san," she'd said. The fact that Aoba got to choose probably made it better. That afternoon had been fantastic. Trip had asked her how much the toys had cost (when they'd finished testing them out), and almost fainted at the answer.
Virus had expensive taste, and her newest beauties were no exception. Trip didn't approve of her lavish spending, but it's not like they were short on money. Being the girlfriend of a yakuza leader had its benefits. Although she did hope "girlfriend" would soon change to "fiancé". Why not spend money when you have it? To her, anyone who said they didn't want to be rich was either a liar or six feet underground. Their renovated kitchen was a good few thousand pounds, and the silk sheets of her bed were another couple of hundred. She made sure all five bedrooms had been equipped with en-suite bathrooms and walk-in closets. The double-doors to the kitchen had cost a pretty penny too. Money couldn't guarantee quality, but she didn't care. If it was expensive, she'd love it twice as much.