The undercover couple emerged from their room once the ship signalled its intention to leave. Ann made a point of leaving her underwear behind. Hand in hand and hip to hip as they wandered along the deck, Betty could still smell her, and suspected anyone they passed close enough would also.
On top of that, the redhead started filling her in on specific details of her exploits with Kim and Shego, and not by whispering in her ear. As they strolled along the deck, Ann explained what her orgasm had interrupted: how her lover's girlfriend was so wet, they could hear every movement the hand between her legs made as her lover showed her the meaning of scissoring. She spoke with a normal tone of voice; anyone close enough would overhear, though only Betty knew she was talking about her daughter. Betty found it difficult to focus on what was supposed to be a preliminary reconnaissance sweep.
Fortunately, the redhead had latched onto the arm without the brain-scanning watch. Once the secret agent's wits had sufficiently recovered, she began proving her point that any emissions from the device were barely visible in direct sunlight. Anyone who noticed the flash would assume it was a reflection.
"Still, it's a bit random, isn't it?" Ann said. "There's no way to ensure you don't scan the same people repeatedly as time goes on."
"The more scans of the same people, the better. Chances are they'll be thinking different things each time, giving you a broader base for comparison."
"I think some people will only be thinking about one thing the whole time," the neurosurgeon countered, nodding in the direction of a couple that were at second base in full view of everyone.
"Yes, well..." Betty did her best not to jump as her partner squeezed her ass without warning, "...While I've memorized the schematics of the vessel, we need to see how they've furnished the public areas before refining the plan."
So the pair explored, as did a fair number of the other guests aboard ship. Slipping into their cover identities of Liz and Zoe, Betty remained pleasantly cordial while Ann continued to be alluring and flirtatious. More than once, a couple they crossed paths with would call her on it. After the first couple of times, the brunette refined her response to, "She likes to provoke me and push my boundaries." Judging by how the looks of interest continued after such a statement, Betty was starting to think this was the couples version of a singles cruise; an observation that amused Ann greatly when it was voiced during their stop at the bar.
"I thought this was more of a getaway from the judgement of others," Betty explained, "A place to be yourself with only others of like mind for company."
"For newcomers like us, it probably is," the redhead replied. "I think some of these couples take cruises regularly, and some have learned to enjoy opening their relationship."
"As you have."
"As I have."
"How much have you told your husband about this trip?"
Ann smiled and leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Only that a sexy spy has requested my assistance on a special mission, and that I'd let him know if she seduced me or vice versa."
"I see." The secret agent allowed a light blush to colour her features. "Perhaps we should head back to the room and work on that."
"Yes, ma'am." Ann finished her drink before allowing herself to be led away, winking at the nearest couple as they passed by.
The laptop was busily churning away at the data it had received, and to Betty's surprise, her companion went straight to filtering the results. The brunette spent the time unpacking their clothes, taking note of Ann's more enticing underthings without comment, before joining the neurosurgeon at the desk.
"No matches from the computer so far," Ann informed her, "And nothing from what I can tell, either. I don't suppose that watch has some sort of wide beam setting that can read a whole room at once."
"Wade and I both had that thought, but no, the requirements for such a device would be too obtrusive for the task at hand. It would also be unfeasible, financially and practically. We're only using this specific technology to identify a unique individual. Wade has patented the design; I suspect you'll be seeing them in the hospital in the next five, ten years."
"It's certainly easier than attatching a couple dozen electrodes to a scalp," Ann admitted. Her current interactions with the laptop complete, she swivelled in her chair to face the spy. "No clue as to who Camille came aboard with?"
"None. We'll just have to frequent the most popular areas at the relevant hours. The swimming pool this afternoon, and the club this evening, I suspect."
The redhead smirked. "I hope you brought a bikini... but won't the scan be visible in the club?"
"Among so many other moving, strobing lights? I observed their lighting setup. I can set the watch to scan whenever a face crosses its field of view, and attach it to a lighting rig facing the entrance."
"Doesn't that risk the watch's discovery? Without it, this mission might be over."
"A calculated risk."
"You're used to taking the subtle approach. What if we made you the center of attention, instead? Then everyone would be looking in your direction as it scans."
"And how do you propose we explain the scan itself?"
Another smirk. "Just how heavy is that thing?"
It might not be clubwear, Ann thought as she viewed herself in the full length mirror, but it definitely works.
The dress resembled the one Kim had worn during their weekend island getaway, the one that had so captivated Shego. Minor details aside, Ann's was a blue that matched her eyes almost perfectly. Her shoes and accessories were red, as was her makeup, though it was far less pronounced.
"Are you coming out?" the neurosurgeon called to the bathroom door. Instead of a response, a quiet pause preceded the door opening and Betty stepping out. Her outfit was mostly unchanged, except the sneakers had been replaced by GJ boots with higher heels than normal, and her shirt was now unbuttoned, rolled up and tied above the waist.
The watch was now in the place of her eyepatch. Wade had accounted for the possibility that it might require being attached to something bigger than an appendage. The wristbands were independant and on internal coils, which maintained equal lengths with each other, keeping the buckle to the back of Betty's head. She had also slicked her hair back with too much moose to give it an artificial look.
Ann could see the watch fit well on the brunette's face, still hiding whatever lay behind, but the strap crossing the bridge of her nose and partially obscuring her left eye looked uncomfortable. "Would it be okay to trim that strap a bit?"
"I believe so," Betty answered, turning back to the bathroom. "I'll go-"
"No need," the redhead interrupted. The secret agent spun back around with a look of mild alarm as Ann fished something out of her purse. "Laser scalpel," she explained as she held the device up for Betty to see. "I took it with me that Mother's Day I sidekicked for Kim. You never know..." Her face softened as her companion's expression registered. "Betty, I'm a doctor. I assure you, however it looks, I've seen worse."
"I don't doubt that. I just don't enjoy letting anyone see it."
"Well, you won't have to. Just hold still." Ann scrutinized the strap, twisted a control that circled the cylindrical device, then changed her grip as if it were a pen.
The first cut cleared the bridge of Betty's nose, allowing the strap to rest comfortably around it. The second cleared her left eye, a long shallow curve that confined the strap's new edge to her brow. The skin of the secret agent remained untouched.
Betty blinked in surprise. It had only taken a few seconds. "Very impressive."
"Oh, compared to brains, it was no big," Ann told her, but her dismissal didn't stop the blush caused by the unexpected compliment.
"Of course," Betty murmered, suddenly focused on adjusting her new eyepatch.
The cyborg eye did indeed prove to be an attention grabber, especially among those who had already seen her with the eyepatch. Ann's regard for the cyclopean woman rose over the course of the evening. Not only could she chat, flirt and hold her liqour, she could dance as dirty as anyone who dragged her onto the dancefloor was willing to go.
More than once, the redhead was asked how she felt about her partner skirting on the edge of actually misbehaving as she watched from the bar. Ann would shrug and say, "She's just giving me a taste of my own medicine. I know whose bed she'll be spending the night in." This usually provoked a laugh. What the neurosurgeon didn't say was that she suspected Betty needed time off to unwind and relax, which would probably lead the conversation into areas she didn't care to go. With the watch automatically doing its job, the secret agent was mostly free to enjoy herself.
The night was winding down, and a slower song began playing. Ann finally braved the dancefloor, winding her way through the thinning crowd to Betty. The brunette saw her coming and excused herself from her current dancing partner before closing the remaining distance.
"Did you see something?" Betty asked, proving that business was still on her mind. The cyborg eye flashed in Ann's face as if to accentuate the point, but by then the neurosurgeon didn't care. She grabbed Betty and kissed her passionately in the middle of the dancefloor, to the amusement of all who could see. Then they watched the redhead drag the brunette away and laughed some more.
Betty tried to speak once they were back in their room, but Ann's tongue interrupted her. It took nearly a minute to dislodge her because the spy was running pretty hot after the evening's activities. "Is this why you pulled us out? We might have-"
"It's late, and there'd been no new faces for an hour," Ann argued, tugging at the knot in her partner's shirt. "It was time for me to drag you out of there so I could fuck you silly."
"You seem intent on following through with that," Betty noted, shrugging out of shirt as the aroused redhead tugged it off of her.
"Can you honestly say you weren't enjoying yourself tonight?" Ann asked before attacking the brunette's neck and cleavage with her lips and teeth.
"I suppose not," Betty gasped, cradling Ann's head as her mouth started leaving red marks on the exposed portions of her breasts. "At least let me go put my eyepatch on before you have your way with me."
The redhead reluctantly ceased her oral exploration of Betty's chest. "Only because it'll be easier to kiss you without that thing on your face," she purred. As she watched the spy's hips and ass retreat to the bathroom, she added, "That better be all you're wearing when you come out of there."
Betty barely paused at the statement. Once the bathroom door was closed, Ann glanced at the laptop, decided it could wait until morning, and unfastened her dress until it slid to the floor. The shoes would stay on, at least for now, but the thong quickly joined the dress. She remained on that spot, mimicing Shego's pose with hands on hips, and waited.
When Betty emerged, both women got their first unadulterated look at each other, and they took a long moment to appreciate the view. It was during that moment that the secret agent realised she was truly willing to let Dr. Possible do whatever she wanted to her, and that she would probably enjoy it.
Ann's voice was husky when she finally spoke. "Well... let's see what a woman who fucked her own daughter senseless can do for you."
Judging by how Betty trembled as Ann stepped out of the pool of clothes and prowled toward her, that had been the right thing to say.