ASH/ELA

This story contains some non-so-consentual situations.

Characters don't belong to me.

Chapter 1

Ela and I were sharing a bed, as usual. We're the only women in the team. I wondered if the rooms of this house were small enough that the men had to share beds, too? For some reason the thought amuses me and I chuckle.

Behind me, Ela pokes my back and asks, "Why are you laughing?"

"I was thinking of your face, Bosak," I said humorlessly.

She sat up behind me to look down at my face. I looked up at her without a smile. She played offended but smiled at me, "My face is funny? Really? Are you ever going to be nice to me?"

"Only when you deserve it." I rested my face back down on my pillow, amused at our usual playful hatred of each other. We got along well enough, but we were too much alike. Both stubborn and competitive. We clash a lot. But we also understand each other.

Ela was very energetic, which could get on my nerves. Some nights she just wanted to talk, like we were teenagers at a slumber party. I always just wanted to relax.

In typical Ela fashion, she blurts out a random topic of conversation. "So…" She starts, "What do you do when you get horny?" I could feel her lying behind me, staring at the back of my head, waiting for me to respond to her dumb question. "I touch myself," was my short but truthful response. She sighed, "Yeah, but we're sharing a bed. Do you do it while I'm sleeping next to you? What do you think about?"

"Ela… why does it matter?" I readjusted, lying on my back with my arm over my forehead. A stray lock of my unbraided hair fell over my face as I looked at her.

She looked at my eyes while her head was propped up by her hand and elbow. "What if I caught you while you were doing it next to me?" I raised my eyebrow at her and responded with the only logical answer, "What if you did?" She shrugged in response. I rolled my eyes before covering them with my arm to block the bright moonlight coming in through the window. I need to sleep.

I was blissfully drifting to sleep until I felt a warm hand smooth over my belly. It felt nice, I barely concerned myself with it. Until I felt it snake it's way under my tank-top and heading up to my chest before gently squeezing my breast. I jolted up and pushed her hand away from me. "Ela, what is wrong with you tonight?"

She sat up, apologizing, "Sorry. But don't you get bored? I want to try new things." I groaned at her, "So this is what you were hinting at? You think it's OK to just touch someone like that? I was almost asleep!" I get cranky without sleep… she knows this by now.

"Did I squeeze too hard?" She sounded almost innocent. I couldn't believe her. She continued, "Or do you like it when it hurts, Ash?" When she chuckled and pinched me to accompany her smart-ass joke, I lost it. I grabbed her wrists and held them down, straddling her. We were both only in a tank-top (a t-shirt for her) and our panties. This would have been more awkward if I wasn't pissed off right now.

When she realized I wasn't playing, we began a power-struggle. I was trying to roll her onto her stomach and tie her hands. My intention was to cuff her to the bed to teach her to keep her hands to herself while I try to sleep again. This wouldn't be the first time I had to assert myself to make her learn.

Eventually I said 'fuck it' and pushed her off the bed, following right behind as she was dismantled. I finally got her onto her stomach, my knee in her back, and her arm wrenched painfully behind the top of her back. I'm not gonna lie. Feeling her writhing under me, feeling the lingering touch of another person's warm hand on my breasts, I was starting to consider playing along. She started it. However, I'm going to do it my way.

"Get off!" She growled at me, trying to buck me off. My duty belt was on the table right by us. I reached for it and grabbed a handful of zipties. Once her hands were tightly bound behind her, I stood up and stripped completely. I knelt down and helped her roll over onto her back. I loved the mixed emotions on her face as she was furious with me, but confused as to why I was now nude. I pulled her t-shirt up as far as I could. They were textbook, I'd give her that. Fat, warm, perky, sweaty. I squeezed them both immediately, purposely hard. She struggled and made suppressed cries.

"Am I squeezing too hard, Ela? Huh? Or do you like it rough?" I pinched her nipples and rubbed them over firmly with my thumbs. I realized I was grinding my pussy against hers. I backed up on my hands and knees before sitting on her legs to keep her from kicking me. I pulled her panties down to her knees. I sat myself back down on her pussy, after brushing our clits together lightly. I stifled a moan from it.

Ela panicked, "What the fuck! I wasn't going to rape you!"

"Oh, I thought you wanted to try new things?" I pulled my unbraided hair over to the side of my head, though it still fell over half of my face as I leaned down to her. My humping continued. My clit was throbbing and swollen at this point.

"By the way, Ela… don't yell too loud. I was told once that 'silence is a woman's best garment'. It'd look really good on you right now," I put my hand around her throat. "You want the boys to see you like this? Unable to defend yourself? You're always trying to prove you're a little badass. What will you do now?"

To be continued.