Six Weeks Later
Falke was suiting up. Tonight was the night she was meant to sneak into S.I.N. headquarters to gather information they could use regarding Shadaloo. Normally Ed would put such a dangerous task on himself, but he and Falke both knew he was lousy at sneaking around. She slid her legs into her black body suit, and her arms followed soon after. Doing up her zipper, she was practically ready to head out, but one last detail remained. She walked over to her mirror, and with a quick swipe over both of her lips, her makeup looked perfect.
Falke walked toward the door to depart on her mission. As she stepped into her boots, Ed stood from the couch and approached her. With a concerned expression, he said, "Be very careful, alright? S.I.N. has some crazy strong people on their side. If you can't get anything safely, just come right back."
Falke nodded. "I'll see you soon, Ed." Without another word, she was out the door. She sat atop her electric motorbike, put on her black helmet, and drove off into the night.
Flying along the empty night roads was usually quite relaxing for Falke, but this time she was stressed. Not because of her mission, not because of the information she was trying to get ahold of, but rather, because she knew there was one person in particular at the S.I.N. headquarters that would recognize her any day of the week. No matter what part of her plan she tried to focus on, she couldn't get Juri completely out of her mind.
After some time, Falke parked her bike, took off her helmet, and started walking the rest of the way to her destination. She didn't want any cause for suspicion while she was snooping around, so she parked a few blocks down. As she approached the facility, she started jogging. Without much time, she was running full tilt toward the tall fence. As soon as she was close enough, she pushed her staff to the ground with a purple blast, and vaulted herself over the top of the fence, landing with a graceful roll. She quickly made her way off the grass and started walking along the side of the building. Now what she was looking for was a way to the top.
"Really... A few dumpsters and a step ladder? You'd think there might be something like a-" Before she could finish her thought, she saw a thin pipe coming out of the ground, and following the wall almost to the roof of the place, before going back into the wall. "Bingo."
She hung her cane on her belt, and started climbing silently up the pipe. Once she was near the top of it, she found good footing, and leapt up to grab the top of the wall. Letting out a few grunts, she pulled herself onto the roof and started looking around for any sort of way inside.
"A vent...he said there would be a vent," she said quietly to herself. Looking along the top surface of the facility, she eventually locked her eyes on the ventilation shaft in question. Under her breath, she muttered, "Here goes nothing," and hopped down into the ducts.
From here, Falke knew exactly where she was to go according to her plan, and after a bit of crawling, she arrived at the room she came here to access. The Data Room. Releasing small amounts of psycho energy from the tip of her cane, she cut through the ventilation grate, and entered the room. As she stood up, she stretched her legs and walked over to the main terminal computer. There was no way she could navigate all of the intel S.I.N. had compiled over the years, but just by sticking in her flash drive she could run an executable file that would do it all for her. As soon as she clicked the drive into place, a window opened and started copying over everything related to Bison, and Shadaloo. All she could do now is wait. She turned off the monitor to stealth her operation, and ducked back into the air vent to wait for it to finish.
Around thirty minutes had gone by, and things had been going smoothly thus far. No surprise visits, no routine checks, no anything to get in the way of her opteration. The flash drive flashed a small light three times quickly, and Falke knew the transfer had been complete. But right as she stood up outside of the vent to retrieve her information, she heard a giggle come from the other side of the room. A giggle that was unmistakably mischievous and belonged to Juri Han.
"Sorry to rain on your parade, toots." She said, revealing herself to the blonde. "Looks like you've been caught~." Before Falke could react, there was a bright pink flash, and Juri was standing next to her. "Or maybe you came by to see me?"
Falke pushed Juri away and readied herself for a fight. Trying to salvage the situation, rather than having Juri alert the whole place of her presence, she said, "Listen, I'm not here to sabotage or harm anything. I'm-"
"Blah, blah, blah, come on blondie," Juri cut her off. "Do you think I care about what you're here for? As far as I'm concerned, we still have some unfinished business." Falke shivered, trying not to think about what happened the last time they met. "You being a Bison clone and all."
Falke lost her cool a little bit and raised her voice, "You don't understand, we are not your enemy!"
"Really~?" Juri teased. "Well, if you wanted information from me, baby, you could have just asked." She pulled the flash drive out of the terminal, and held it out in Falke's direction. "Instead you decided to be all sneaky like, didn't you~?"
At this point, Falke was done talking. That information was important to her operation with Ed, and she didn't plan on leaving it behind. A quick burst of psycho energy shot from her cane as she leapt to the side. Before the projectile had quite reached her opponent, she swung her weapon full force towards Juri's head.
Juri's eye flashed. She defused the psycho shot with a kick, and motioned to block the strike. Instead of making contact with her cane though, the blonde swept her feet underneath her adversary. Juri fell to the ground, and very quickly rolled out of the way of a heavy strike from above. Falke was not here to mess around.
Juri was quick to flip back to her feet, and with too big a grin, she said, "Careful~. You almost hit me, there." With blinding speed, she appeared behind Falke with a leg high in the air, which soon came crashing down. Only blocking the strike at the last second, Falke was in a bad position. Juri did not relent, as she flurried her kicks towards the blonde. Concerned for her cane's wellbeing, as well as her own, she knew she couldn't block many more attacks and still remain unscathed.
As if by pure luck, she noticed a small window. A tiny crack in Juri's onslaught of punishing blows. Falke took her opening, forcing her cane into the chin of her aggressor. With a blast of psycho energy to finish her attack, Juri was thrown to the floor. Before she could stand, Falke straddled her waist and pointed her cane at Juri's smirking face.
"You think you're real crafty with that thing, don't you?" Juri said between catching breaths. Falke was sitting on her abdomen after all.
"I don't want to hear it, Juri. Give me the data." Falke's cane now glowed a faint purple, getting more intense as time continued on. "Juri," she said commandingly.
The mischievous assassin grinned. She opened her fist to reveal the flash drive still in her palm, and offered it to Falke without really moving her arm. "It's all yours~." Even now she would be forced to jump through hoops for Juri's amusement.
She bent down over the assassin, and reached out to take her prize. Right as her hand was hovering over it though, Juri grabbed on, lacing their fingers between each other. Falke was stunned for only a moment, but all at once, Juri lifted herself as far as she could from her pinned position and planted a quick peck on her lips. With no distance between them, she said, "Don't think that just because you're on top, I'll let you have all the fun."
Falke pulled away. She knew she was just being messed with, but the thing is, it was working. "Juri, I-" Something about Juri's insistent playfulness plagued her mind, and at this moment she found herself thinking about little else. Juri's hand, now free from Falke's and still holding the information, sneaked up Falke's chest and dropped the drive into her cleavage. "That's what you get for being a good girl~."
Without a moment to lose, Falke gave in to her desire and planted her lips firmly onto Juri's. Quickly her mouth was invaded by the same tongue she encountered weeks prior. Their tongues danced as they tasted each other. In a shocking turn of events, Juri widened her eyes and enjoyed as Falke's tongue ran deeply into her mouth. She closed her teeth gently on the intruder, eliciting a quiet squeak from the blonde. Juri let out cute, little giggles between each kiss, elevating Falke's drive to go on. The two continued to make out on the floor, innovating and adapting with every taste.
Before long, Juri no longer felt the pressure of being pinned on her midsection. Instead, Falke had slowly begun moving her hips back and forth against her. After feeling heavier breaths come from the other side of their lip lock, Juri began moving against Falke's motions. The position was a little awkward from Juri's side of things, but the sounds coming from her new partner were evidence enough that this was working.
A bead of sweat rolled off Falke's brow. She quickly unzipped her one piece suit just past her belly button, allowing new air to rush over her bare skin as the flash drive fell down to the floor. She let out a shiver. Part of it due to her sweat-glistened skin meeting the air, but the other part was Juri's fault. She had stealthily started moving her hands up Falke's thighs. She broke off the kiss, and started to gently slip out of Falke's straddle, as to keep it from seeming like she was trying to pull something. She connected hands with her blonde partner and rose, bringing them both to their feet.
Juri whispered, "I think it's time we get serious," and very suddenly slapped her hands onto the thighs just underneath Falke's ass, and started to raise her up. Falke wrapped her legs around Juri instinctively, and Juri pressed her against the wall. An onslaught of kisses was brought upon Falke's open cleavage. Juri moved her lips closer towards the still covered nipple of Falke's left breast, and pushed the tight, unzipped outfit aside. She centered a wet kiss onto her revealed pink skin, and moved along her chest doing the same to her right side.
With her hips between Juri's and the wall, Falke couldn't think straight. As Juri was worshipping her chest, she had once again started thrusting herself unknowingly. She began to tense up in certain moments of pleasure, and pulled Juri closer to herself, stuffing her face between her naked breasts. Had Falke not been holding to Juri so tightly, she might have dropped, as Juri was now bringing her hands up to squeeze the breasts surrounding her.
Falke gasped at the sudden playfulness. "Juri, I-I don't know what's going on," her voiced trailed off into her heavy breaths and moans.
"Just let it go, kitten~," Juri said, muffled from between Falke's chest. She increased her speed to match her partner's motions, and it was clear Falke was close. Without halting the grinding between the two, Juri placed her hands back on Falke's behind, and lowered her slightly to match the height of their faces. With one more wet kiss, Falke began shaking.
Her breathing intensified, but Juri wouldn't let go of her lips for even a second. Still attatched to her partner's grinding hips, Falke bucked up and down releasing a wild orgasm. Her moans and squeals escaped into Juri's mouth as she gasped short quick breaths through her nose. Finally she broke the kiss. She threw her head back, lightly hitting the wall behind her, and breathed deeply as her final waves of pleasure hit with full force. Before long she slowed her pace, and started to catch her breath.
Still holding her lover up by the ass, Juri pecked a kiss on her neck. "I didn't know you could get this way," she whispered teasingly. Falke blushed. Breathing heavily, she still had a small grin on her face, but in her embarrassment she tried to avoid eye contact.
With her hands still upon Falke's plump ass, she gave one last gratuitous squish, and lowered her to the floor once again. Zipping up the blonde's outfit for her, Juri stole some final glances of her form and bit her lip. She leaned in close, pecked Falke on the lips, and whispered, "I think it's time you should be going."
Falke was a little bit confused, and her face showed it. Of course she was meant to leave minutes ago, but that wasn't exactly what she was thinking about at that moment. Before she could think about it any longer, the alarms started blaring. Juri spun around and started walking towards the flash drive, which was still left on the floor. With a flick of the wrist, she threw it back to her intruder without turning around, or saying a word.
Falke knew better than to overstay her welcome, and quickly darted back out through the air ducts. Her goal now was to get back to home and give Ed the good news. As for when she would see Juri next, there was no way to be sure.