Characters/Pairings: Arcee, Elita; Elita One/Arcee
Disclaimer: Recognizable characters are not mine.
Warnings: femslash, implied violence, some language, implied intimacy
A/N: This ficlet piece follows another ficlet called "Power Struggles", which will be posted soon.
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She revved her engine angrily, ignoring the quiet bodies around them in the small room. While they had bonded over 12 orns ago, she was finding that her lover now mate was still finding ways to make a fool of herself.
And there was no way that she was going to allow her to take her down with her. Not this time, no matter how much fun the resulting interfacing would be.
"I am not a fool. What are you trying to pull Elita?"
The snarled question from the other femme, got a slight smirk from her and several not quite surprised also not listening others in the room.
"I'm trying to pull anything, Arcee. But you will attend this function with me as payment for the embarrassing stunt that you pulled in on the previous cycle."
"Admit you enjoyed that, 'Lita. I know you did.."