Warning: This is a Slasher Fic based on Bubblegum Crisis. If this turns you off, please leave now.

Priss moaned as she rubbed herself, imagining her ardent fingers igniting the passion on the young, geeky computer girl's body. Sure, she had a hot bod, but no one to share it with. The howling fans hardly seemed right to allow to touch. Though undeniably some had muscular physique. She looked at them all equally, or thought she did. The old place she lived in had been demolished – she still remembered the wrecking ball smashing the red brick – she barely got out in time. Fuck it. Now she lived in a trailer, going to all the seedy nightclubs and places where her parents had warned her against going. Not that they were around anymore to protest her actions...

She hadn't actually touched Nene before. She just fantasised a lot about it, after seeing her so often naked when changing into the Knight Saber suit, who wouldn't? She was short petite, and spaced out. She was just so.. natural, and cute – with her affinity to junk food and 'puters. Computers freaked Priss out, to be totally honest. The only way she would touch one was if she was hugging Nene, squeezing the girl to her body, and letting her expert hands guide her own over the keyboard.

Fuck this. She HAD to stop fantasising about Nene, or start hitting on her. Either approach terrified her – she did seem tough outwardly, the punk n funk rock star, but she feared rejection or a negative reaction as much as the next girl in the street. GENOM was still out there hurting people en masse. Then she wondered what Leon would think if he knew her innermost world – nah, she was the one wearing the pants in the relationship – if she wanted to dump him he wouldn't be able to protest it.

She stopped touching herself, unwilling to admit that she still cared for Leon, even though she didn't lust after him the way she did towards Nene. Then she dressed herself to go out – carelessly checking herself in the mirror, more out of habit than any real attempt at grooming. A girl in biker gear, with pale skin, long ratty, stringy brown hair and cat-like eyes looked back at her sullenly.

She left the house without her cell, just as a Nene who couldn't hold back her feelings towards Priss called. The phone beeped and beeped, but no one picked up.