A/N: Here's chapter twenty-six! "I don't understand why you're Chester so much, he has nothing to do with the plot." "I thought you brought Lumi in to actually get involved in the plot, but Chester has done more bullshit than she has." "Another Chester scene?" I love you too, SigmaFang :P
Disclaimer: I do not own Bloodlines, but I do own my OCs.
She called his new haircut more 'modern'. Then she called it lazy, and after that, she called it a military cut. Regardless, it was something for her to think about, something for her to talk about, to distract her from leaving him too battered for his meeting.
'Meeting', he called it, like it would be anything worth discussing. He grabbed the mirror and tilted it down to look at himself, to make sure he seemed presentable. His eyes were a little dilated, but they were dark anyway, it'd be hard to notice. He checked his teeth, fluffed his hair one last time, then got out, grabbing the case and peering around the streets.
If police caught onto him now, he'd be dead, Lumi would, Kipper would, and many, many more. He didn't have time for games, or for practice. It was professional twenty-four-seven, which is exactly why Lumi hired Chester for the job.
Besides his inhumane grasp on biology and anatomy, his lack of care for dismembering members of his species, and his tolerance of Jyhad, Chester was one of the best liars she had ever met. Mostly because he didn't contain the ability to feel anything, fear, nervousness, guilt, anxiety, adrenaline. It was just all flat to him. His body produced the chemicals required, sure, but some wires in his brain just weren't hooked up right, which left him with the mind of a cyborg.
Lumi was sure there were other reasons he was so mental, besides her influence, but whenever she questioned him about where he grew up, how he was raised, he never really gave a concise answer, not one that made sense to her, at least. Maybe he was an alien. It made more sense than anything else.
His bony knuckles rapped on the door. He tapped his fingers against the arm that was straining to hold up the suitcase. A pause. Another knock. Longer pause. Knock, knock, knock. Longer pause. "Miss Kokinos?" He asked quietly.
At least three minutes passed. He knocked again. Three more. He peeked underneath the door, seeing the lights off.
He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He'd been keeping an eye on her for the past month, and she'd never left the house except for Wednesdays. Wednesdays, she fed. But today was Tuesday. The day she was usually the hungriest. She couldn't have snapped out of schedule, could she? Where else would she be? And if she wasn't home, her lover had to be. The place was never simply unoccupied. He never left. She might have, but he never did. They always invited guests over.
He turned around, about to head back down and leave when he saw a figure standing there, looking on at him in curiosity.
Chester might not have felt shock or fear, but he certainly recognized that he was in trouble.
"Pardon me…" Miranda said, stepping closer towards him, "I don't believe we met. Are you new to the city?"
His eyes initially landed on her eyes, but after only a second they migrated all over her body, especially her chest. He was in heaven. "Yes. Pardon my interruption. Simply doing business for Miss Kokinos. I see she isn't present."
"No, she is away, she will be gone for a good gathering of weeks, if I were to assume." She said, "You are?"
"Chester Montgomery." He had no idea who this woman was. He didn't know if she was an official, a strange woman walking through the tower like him, or another member of the Camarilla, like Phaedra. Regardless, his credentials would likely help him out. He decided on the most expensive, the college he actually attended and didn't cheat registry through, and handed her that card.
She scanned the card for its information, "Have you met the Prince?"
"I'm the ghoul of an Independent. I'm here for Miss Kokinos, I have no business with the Camarilla."
"Nevertheless, announcing yourself to the Prince's domain is a polite, rudimentary thing to do." She said, "I suggest you search elsewhere for your…business…whatever it may be." She said, "As Miss Kokinos will not be back for some time."
"Ah…I see…" He paused, seeming rather hesitant, "Forgive my security, my regnant can be rather paranoid with popularity, if you're following." He held a hand out, but his eye contact was dodgy at best, "Thank you for your mercy and generosity. I'll be leaving."
She grabbed his hand, "And your regnant was?"
He actually hesitated, the algorithms in his head jolting to a stop. "Unfortunately Miss, it's confidential. I can assure you, she's of no harm, not even located near the city. It's simply a lucrative pitch, a cash flow. There are no relations in my actions tonight and the Jyhad. You can Dominate me, if you're doubtful."
She narrowed her eyes. Dominate was on her mind, of course. But naturally she did not expect the foresight from this ghoul to call her out on using it. So she would let him go, for now. Suspicious business with Phaedra wasn't an entirely new idea in this Camarilla. But if he made any more noise, he wouldn't be so fortunate. There had to be a reason for all this secrecy. "No doubts at all." She smiled, pulling her hand away, "I hope you have a pleasant evening."
"You too, Miss." He offered a small bow, hoping the gesture was somewhat appropriate, considering her outfit. "Thank you." He headed for the elevator and left.
Lumi wouldn't be upset with him if he didn't sell the flesh. She'd be upset if it went to waste. So, there was one more stop before he headed to Lumi's. And it was going to be a long drive.
A few of the pills he snuck in his pockets and a lot of loud music (of the Latin variety, of course) made the trip feel like it took mere minutes. Most of the time he was thinking about Lumi, and now, that gorgeous woman he'd met in the red tower. God, how he hoped he'd see her again, maybe dressed even less. Maybe ready to take him. He tried some cold coffee to sober himself up before he got out of the car, his head still feeling dazed. It was a feeling he imagined Kipper felt a lot, being Dementiated so much. It had to be a little similar.
His chest hurt a little as he got out, but he grabbed the case close and got out of the car, out into the empty parking lot. The chances that this man would be here were slim, but it was his property, right?
When he was nowhere to be found in the parking lot, Chester headed into the actual casino. His high certainly didn't help the overwhelming desire to hook up with every woman he saw. Maybe instead of going home to Nix tonight, he could stay here, sleep under one of the tables. He doubted they'd actually see him.
"Hey hun. You lost?" One of the girls looked down at him.
"Yes. Er, um." He adjusted his tie, "No, no, I need your employer. Or perhaps, just the owner of the building. Yes, the owner. Forgive me. I'm stoned out of my mind."
That gave her a good laugh, "Why don't I fix you a drink and we talk about it?" She rested a hand on his shoulder. He instantly jumped away from her touch. "What's wrong?" Her eyes widened.
"Just…don't touch me…" He relaxed, "I have a very protective girlfriend."
"Ah…." She seemed a little surprised, a little confused, "So, what has you upset? What do you need to talk to the boss about?"
"Upset? No. It's business."
"…oh…alright…" She looked over him again, then spotted the suitcase. It must've been business, with that briefcase. "Right, right, my bad. He was here a few weeks ago, but I haven't seen him since. He doesn't come in very often."
"Is that so?" Chester's eyes scanned over the place. He really didn't want to have to deal with two pissy women.
"Sorry, baby." She pulled on his collar to fix it for him, "Do you want me to take that, and just ask him to take it when he comes?"
Chester's algorithms failed him yet again. If they opened that case, he'd be in for it. On the other hand, if he returned with it, he'd be in for it. No matter what, when he came home, he'd be in for it.
All he knew was he needed more of those pills, and more of that loud music.
"Stand down." Gideon's voice was heard, "I'll take care of this one." He smiled as he looked at Chester.
The girl's eyes widened, "Of course, sir, thank you…" She smiled at him before she sauntered off to get back to work.
Chester averted his attention to Gideon, "Very good. Here." He handed over the case, "Fifty dollars a pound."
"Ah, ah." He held a hand up, "My office."
Only a second of thought, "Very well." Chester followed him like a dog commanded to 'heel'. Gideon could have very well led him right off the edge of a cliff and Chester would have fallen.
His office looked nothing like how the room was supposed to function. There was a desk and chair, yes, but there were also and absurd amount of sculptures everywhere. Most of them were either in very poor taste, horrendously gory, or both. Toys of varying degree littered the room as well, looking like they'd be fantastic playthings for anyone between the ages of five to ten. Gideon sat at his desk and folded his hands, "Where's LeBlanc?"
"She doesn't perform transactions, sir." The last clause was added in haste, like he wasn't planning on adding it, but it slipped out somehow. He didn't have enough will to stop it either.
"Oh? So our last meeting was mere coincidence?"
"Yes, that's right."
"How unfortunate…" He said, though his smile remained, "She was such an inquisitive mind to wander…"
"I'm sure." He lifted the briefcase.
"Quite antsy tonight, aren't we, son?" He rose from the chair and crossed his hands behind his back, starting to pace, "Place it on my desk."
He did. "Accept my apologies. I need to report back before the sun rises for obvious reasons."
He snickered, wasting no time in opening the case and feeling the prize inside, "Hmm…I wonder who this person was? Or people…perhaps?" He chuckled for a while, "Mmm…feels like they were an artist…a sheltered one…must have been lonely…"
"Perhaps. I didn't know the victim. Lumine brings them in dead. We have a client who does the killing for us as well, brings us the bodies. Rarely do I actually meet the victim. When I do, I don't learn much of them. Perhaps a name. This was not one of those cases."
He closed the suitcase, smirking even more, "Perhaps one day the identity of the box person will intrigue me. After all…" His eyes glowed behind their goggles, "I know who you want in that box…"
Chester raised a brow slowly, "…pardon?"
"We all want someone in the box, m'boy." He started pacing again, "Someone vile, someone we don't need as part of our grand plan. Someone who…would be better off gone."
"While…it isn't my job to delve into philosophy, I believe everyone exists within reason."
"The Siren…" He whispered right into his ear. When did he get there? "You want the Siren in the box…" He said, chuckling for quite a bit until he was straight-up laughing.
Chester didn't respond for a moment, "I'm afraid I'm not following."
The ignorance only made him laugh more, "Such an interesting sail you've taken…"
"I'm…I'm sure…" He adjusted his glasses.
He reached into his pocket, fishing out the payment, "Here you are, I suppose you may give LeBlanc my regards."
"Right." He took the cash, then paused before he put it away, "Oh, I almost forgot." He looked back up at Gideon, a completely straight face, as always, "She'd mentioned you might accept other means of payment."
"Oh?"
"So, if you'd like, you can…pay in another method, I suppose, whatever that may be. I believe it requires seeing her face to face."
"I suppose that won't happen…" He sat at his desk, leaning forward, "After all. She doesn't perform the transactions, now does she?"
"Well, she doesn't actively visit her clients and deliver materials. It's too dangerous. She will accept payment."
"Do you enjoy dancing around technicalities all your life? It must get ever so boring."
"That isn't a concern."
He chuckled, "No, of course not." He said, "Enjoy yourself. I know you have a luxurious evening planned…"
He swallowed hard, "Yes. Thank you, sir." He nodded before he headed out, enviously eyeing the men who were able to stay out all night with the beautiful women and gamble their hearts away.
His ride home entailed more pills and more music. Lumi was happy and quiet, as usual, Kipper could be seen peering down from the window. It was a fogged memory.
He just remembered coming in through the front door, feeling that cold barrel against the back of his head. "Hey babe." His jacket slid down his shoulders slowly.
"Hey. Whatcha got tonight?"
For some reason, Angel would not stop staring Prospero in the eye. He never really noticed how intense the dog was with it until he started staring back. At first it was just subconscious, but then he realized the dog had been intentionally staring him down. He had no idea how long Angel had been doing this, and how long he'd been ignoring it, but it was actually rather terrifying.
Any time Prospero held on for more than ten seconds, Angel would growl and his hackles would raise. Why May loved this dog of all of the possible canines out there made absolutely no sense to him.
Prospero sighed, "Would you consider yourself more of a warm climate person?"
May walked in the room with a smoothie, wearing nothing but one of his dress shirts. It was a lounging day, it seemed, "Hmm? Yes, why?"
"I'm just wondering which ring of hell you got this dog from, that's all."
"Hmm." May smiled, "Probably the seventh. Isn't that right?" She beamed at the dog, who instantly lowered his ears and squirmed with contentment, licking his lips.
"They can't…they can't be bred like that though…that's impossible…"
"He can."
Angel growled at Prospero again.
"No." He said, "I'm telling ya, someone stuck a stick up his ass the size of Europe or something…"
"Well, he certainly doesn't like the vets taking his temperature, I'll tell you that much." She put a hand on her hip. Angel whined and scooted closer. "Oh, poor thing. He thinks I'm upset with him." She got down to his level and combed her fingers through his fur, "You're a good boy! A very good boy!"
"I don't know how true 'very good' is…" Prospero muttered.
"Very true." She stood up, then looked back over at him, "It's nice to have you back. You're my puppet again." She took his hands and squeezed them with a smirk on her lips.
"I…shouldn't be as happy as I am with Lafayette diablerizing Madame Vaska…but…" He smiled back, "I am."
She pulled herself in for a hug, "Now you just have to get rid of that other one, right?"
"Giuseppe…yeah…should be easier now that I don't have to worry about getting possessed from a handful of states over…"
"Good. I'm glad you aren't so stressed anymore." She ruffled his hair. Angel whined out of jealousy.
"You helped. If it weren't for you, I don't know how I'd be…"
"Oh, I'm sure you'd be fine."
He squeezed her, "Take the compliment."
She smiled, "It'll go to my head. You know that."
"No, it will? That's crazy…"
She gave him a bitter glare, then slung her arms around his neck, "How mad would you be if I went back out in the modelling world?"
"The modelling world?" He looked surprised, "Where the hell is all this coming from?"
"I've been getting a little bored, cooped up in here…I know I hated it, but…I need something to do. It just made me feel so purposeful."
"Strauss doesn't keep you busy?"
"I suppose, but…he could hire a new secretary, couldn't he? I hate papercuts…"
"So…papercuts…that's why you're going to try to risk it with someone like Damian again? Because papercuts?"
"That isn't the only reason." She said, "I just don't feel…I don't feel right as a secretary. I like answering phone calls, but sitting behind a desk where no one's paying attention to me…I feel so worthless."
He sighed, "Please tell me your manager would at least be someone else…"
"I don't know. I don't have to. Maybe I'm just…" She started pacing around, stretching her arms, "Too cooped up. Too antsy. You know? Maybe it's the cycle of the moon! Who knows!"
"But the other side of that coin is seeing a sweet beautiful girl bedridden with illness and starvation." He said, crossing his arms, "I don't want to see that again."
"I think you need to have more sex with me, is what I'm saying."
His jaw dropped, "What?"
"I've been a little neglected with all this…business, going on."
"What business?"
"All the vampire drama! All the fighting! All the trauma, the sadness, it's over."
"May…in no possible meaning of the word…is this 'over.'"
"Well, Vaska's dead."
"Yes, she is. Just because my drama's over doesn't mean we as a group are any safer…"
Her shoulders fell as Angel paced away, "Prospero…"
"What? You wanna bang? We can bang." He said, "We'll bang more often too, if that's what you want."
"Yes, it is."
"I mean, if it lasted more than ten seconds, that would also be nice."
"You're…complaining to me about that?" She asked, "You should be thanking me." She crossed her arms, looking a little miffed, "You know you can hold off, right? I can come like, eight times, and you could come once, and we'd both be content, wouldn't we? I mean, if you actually put some effort into it."
"Effort?" He raised a brow.
"Mmm hmm."
"Details would be nice."
She sighed in through her nose, "I don't know. I'm in a pissy mood, I need sex." She started unbuttoning her shirt, "And I want to see how long you can last, because I know you're holding out on me."
"Pfft, you're the one who wants it five seconds within foreplay, don't pin this on me." He said, "Usually the guy goes fast and the girl takes forever, but with us it's clearly switched."
"Well, just because I come quickly doesn't mean you have to." She walked up towards the bedroom.
"That a promise?" He asked as he followed after her.
"What am I supposed to promise? I can't control when I come. Not the way you handle me."
"Well, that's at least flattering."
She unbuttoned her shirt and sat on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs, "As I intended it to be."
"Alright." He tore his shirt off and balled it up and tossed it aside, "Then I'm gonna tide you over for six months."
"Good." She smirked, "And then another six, and another, and so on and so on."
"Uh-huh…" He took his pants off, giving her a hug and a kiss. She held onto his shoulders and pulled him over herself, her legs on either side of him. Her hands ran down from the sides of his neck and over his shoulders as she met his kisses. He kissed her harder, rubbing her stomach up to her breasts. She gave a little moan from beneath him, rubbing her hands over his chest and kissing his jawline.
He squeezed a bit harder, taking his underwear off as he let the blood go through his system to lay his length by her inner thigh. He felt her shudder and writhe beneath him as she moaned his name. He smirked and rubbed a thumb over one of her nipples, using his other hand to grab one of her butt cheeks.
Her breathing hitched as she was pressed up against him, her body incredibly warm and soft up against his. He caressed the one cheek he was holding, knowing how much she liked it. With his other hand, he kept massaging her breast, kissing her on the lips.
"Prospero…"
His smirk grew as he penetrated her, not intending to leave anytime soon as he clung onto her, slowly building up a rhythm.
She let out a pleasant, relieved moan as her walls slowly allowed him entrance. She seemed a little disappointed with the pace set, but as it built up, she seemed to grow more comfortable.
He pushed in a little bit more, letting her lead in terms of rhythm. He squeezed her close and kissed her whenever she wasn't screaming.
"Prospero…" She panted, "D-D-Do something to get me off-f…"
He rolled over so she was on top, giving her a good series of spanks.
She gasped, her back arching as she flew into a climax. It gave Prospero something to think about, at least. Sure, May's body was perfect for sex. But it was also perfect at sex. It wasn't like she just had the appearance for it. She had the response to it, the ability to react to whatever he did. She was extremely responsive to each touch and movement, she could squeeze around him tighter than he thought possible, and her face during an orgasm was simply ethereal.
"Figured…that would do something…" He said, only spanking her harder.
She panted, letting out a little tired moan with a smile.
"I guess I should go now, huh?"
"You don't have to…" She shuddered as she sunk down onto him again, her voice a little higher, "Whenever you're up to it…" She scratched his chest.
"I mean, looks like you're gonna die…so…"
"Whenever…" She grunted, "You're up to it…"
He closed his eyes and gradually released his orgasm, taking advantage of the fact that she was on top to grab her by the butt and pull her into a fiercer rhythm. He let out a loud sigh as he either spanked or squeezed her butt in further so she could feel his length inside her more.
As soon as he seemed to tucker himself out, she moved her hips back to dismount him.
"There…" He got cozy and closed his eyes shortly afterwards, "Hope you liked it…"
"Prospero…" She slung an arm around him as he faced away, "Thank you." She kissed the back of his neck, "I'm sorry I'm such a nuisance."
"So…were you serious about going back into modeling?"
"No, I'll stay a secretary. I just get jealous of those girls and how much attention they get when…I forget you're right in front of me."
"Well…I haven't exactly been paying attention to you…with all the…Kindred drama…as you put it. It's my fault too."
"It's alright, I forgive you." She curled herself around so she was in front of him, or at least so she could be spooned. "I love you so much, I forget how much I need you…" She nuzzled her face under his.
"I love you too." He gave her a squeeze, "I'm not gonna let Giuseppe or anyone else ruin it."
Once it was announced that their flight was arriving at the destination, Cadmus thudded his head against the seat in front of him again, "Oh, god…"
"What's the matter, dear?" Phaedra asked.
"Nothing…just…seeing the city come in view…brings back so many memories. Mostly bad." He took a shaky breath, "This is where everything went wrong…where she died…got killed…by Caesar…where I was Embraced and enslaved at the same time…where I met LaCroix…"
"Ah. Well, don't think of it like that." She stood up to stretch her legs, "Think of it as a place to take down the Sabbat."
He slowly stood up as well, "It's going to be really depressing how quickly I remember the layout of this place…"
"Alright, come on, time to dismount." Sirius said, leading the way out of the plane.
Cissy stretched her arms and legs, "Ooh, smells different. You smell that?" She looked around, "God, I've always wanted to come here. So busy!"
"The Empire State." Cadmus crossed his arms, "Except any Kindred empire that's built here doesn't typically last too long."
"It's also called the Big Apple." Rainy smiled, squeezing Raven's hand.
"So what's the plan, O great leader?" Cadmus looked at Sirius.
"We gotta announce our presence to the Prince before we do anything." Sirius said.
"I can't wait to meet him." Phaedra said.
"Probably had his work cut out for 'em with LaCroix leaving all of his previous messes behind…" Cadmus muttered.
Catalina surveyed the large city, "So what's the Jyhad climate like here anyway?"
"Oh, tons of shit." Sirius said, "In a way, it's kinda like back home. Camarilla, Sabbat, Anarchs, all trying to take the city for themselves. There's a Giovanni presence, a few Setite temples…pretty sure there are Ravnos gangs…hell, only thing this place doesn't have is Kuei-Jin." He said, "They can't get here as easily as they can to California."
"That makes sense, geographically." Phaedra said.
"Sounds like a ton of fun." Cissy said, "What's our first plan?"
"We need a place to stay, yes?" Phaedra asked.
"That's what the Prince will give us, if we're nice." Sirius smiled.
"Where is the Prince?" Catalina asked.
"Empire State building." Cadmus said, "Least, that's where LaCroix was. Hell, this city hasn't changed at all…" He said, "Of course, I was only gone like, three or four years, but everything's the same. Camarilla operates in the same place, Anarchs operate in the same place, Tremere Chantries are nestled behind that college…" He listed, "Only difference is Strauss isn't running them…"
Phaedra's eyes glimmered about, "Well, let's speak with the Prince then, before the sun or our blood pools decide otherwise."
They were taken to the top floor rather quickly, (Sirius may or may not have sped up the process). Sitting at a desk in the highest office in the tower was a woman with short dark hair, in a dress that looked like it was in style a century ago. She looked up from her paperwork, surprised.
"Nice to finally meet you." Sirius said, still leading the way.
"You're here already?" The Prince asked, "I was supposed to be notified of your presence."
"Yeah, may have skipped that part."
She narrowed her eyes, "Honestly, do all Kindred to the west indulge in their piteous mind Disciplines so quickly?"
"Wait a minute." Cadmus said, "I thought a Nosferatu replaced LaCroix as Prince, what happened to him?"
"I took over for him." The Prince said, "Fairly recently, actually. I am the Prince of New York City." She said, as Cadmus led them to bow. (Sirius ignored it). "And I welcome you to my domain."
"Thank you very much." Phaedra smiled, "Please forgive our ignorance to your policies. It was simply a case of the blind leading the blind, it seems."
The Prince arose and began to pace, looking at Sirius, "These are your forces to deal with the situation underground? Loyal Camarilla soldiers?"
Sirius took a chancy glance at Cissy and Catalina, then he faced her again, "Yeah, let's go with that."
"What did you say your name was?" Catalina asked.
"I didn't." She said, "I am Hellene Panhard, of the Ventrue Clan."
"I think Strauss told you the details of our mission here." Sirius said.
"Indeed he did." Hellene said, "Though it's getting much too late for us to take care of it now. Tomorrow, I will show you the best entrance into the sewers. Once you're there, you'll need to stay sharp. The Camarilla and Sabbat have been at war in this state for decades. Just as I am helping you, I am sure there are just as many Sabbat leaders aiding Lafayette as we speak. For tonight, and any other consecutive nights, I will grant you and your followers a nearby haven where you may rest in luxurious comfort."
"We are very thankful for it." Phaedra assured.
Cissy crossed her arms, about to ask something, but she decided to keep her mouth shut. Asking her why she wasn't called a 'Princess' sounded like something that would give away her true intentions in a snap. "Guess it'll be a game of who can pull the trigger faster."
Once they gave the Prince their farewells, Sirius led them to the hotel she had provided for them. Most of the Kindred were stunned when they entered the lobby. Most of the carpets and walls were a deep red color, and the light fixtures looked like they were made from solid gold.
"Jeez…this place is nice…" Cadmus said.
"I'm…quite surprised…" Catalina said.
"I mean, it's funded by the Camarilla, are you really that surprised?" Sirius smirked, "If this was an Anarch thing, we'd be sleeping under a bridge."
"C'mon…" Cissy grumbled, feeling extremely pressured in such extravagance.
"It'll be nice to feel at home even so far away." Phaedra said with a smile.
"Alright, I'll get us some rooms." Sirius said, "How many will we need?"
Cissy looked over at Catalina, "We'll just need one."
"So will we." Phaedra said.
Angelique looked up at Cadmus, "Yeah, we'll take one too." Cadmus blinked a few times in surprise as he heard that.
"We'll stay together." Rainy said as she held Rainy.
"Alright, so five rooms." Sirius said, going to the front desk to get them set up.
Cissy tapped her foot impatiently, "I'm gonna steal something."
"Don't." Catalina grabbed her shoulder, watching as they all split off, "If we get discovered, and we get turned on…we'll get destroyed…its two against the Camarilla…"
"I know. I can't help it. Everything looks so…so damn shiny…"
"Just…come to the room with me…we'll need our strength for tomorrow anyway."
"Okay…" Cissy grasped Catalina's hand and squeezed it tightly. Just with the force Cissy was squeezing, Catalina could tell Cissy was actually very stressed about this.
"You alright?" She asked gently.
She gave a staggered chuckle, "No."
"Worried about the sewers?"
"No. I'm worried I'm gonna fucking steal something. Or run my mouth off."
"Yes…those two things would get us in a lot of trouble…" She said, finally finding their room, "Damn…" She said as they walked inside.
Cissy swallowed hard as she looked around, "I'm gonna freak out if I can't steal anything."
"Just relax." Catalina said, sitting on the bed, "The beds are comfy at least, you'll be able to have a nice sleep."
Cissy watched as Catalina bounced on the bed, then she sat next to her, "I'm gonna take a shower, I think…that might calm me down."
"Alright, I'll see if they have anything good on TV, maybe get ready for bed."
Cissy nodded and headed into the bathroom. After looking around at the place and looking herself over in the mirror, she cranked the water on and grabbed her phone from her pocket. She dialed a number and waited for a while.
"Yo?"
"Hey. It's Cissy."
"…somethin' wrong?" His deep voice was pretty hard to make out over the phone.
"No. I just figured I might as well leak you some information if I could."
Some feedback. It was bound to happen, there was hardly any service where the Anarchs were, "Gotta admit, didn't expect this from you. Not gonna complain. Go ahead."
"Can they tap into this?"
"I'm sure of it. We'll move soon, I guess."
"Shit. Sorry."
"It's all good. What do you got?"
"Honestly, not much. I wish I had more. Something's up with Cadmus, but that's not a huge concern of ours, right?"
"Nah. He's part of the team."
"Figured you'd say something like that." She started to undress as she reached out and felt the water warm up, "Uh…lemme think…the Nagaraja and her boy toy are kinda quiet. I don't know. They're not really a big concern either. And then there's these other two girls they dragged along, who aren't part of the Camarilla."
"Independents?"
"Yeah, I guess so." She said, "I don't know, they seem shifty. They're wearing cloaks and hardly talk at all."
More feedback. "Not a priority."
"You know them?"
"I got a hunch. Kinda a pain in the ass they're with the Camarilla, but there's not much we can do about them."
"Alright…and then we met the Prince of New York."
"Oh yeah? They catch on?"
"No, Sirius covered us."
"…who?"
"Yeah, Sirius is here."
"Son of a bitch. Figures. But wait, that doesn't make any sense, what's the Sabbat gonna think when he gets caught commin' after them?"
"You think I know? All I know is he gets us free stuff with Serpentis."
"Yeah, so can Cadmus."
"I know, I know." She muttered.
"What else?"
"The Prince is a chick. Can that happen?"
"A chick? I thought it was a Nossie."
"Nope, some Ventrue woman. Kinda reminds me of that Voerman bitch."
Muffled chuckling, "Great. She spill anything?"
"She's just leading us to the sewers tomorrow night. If she does spill anything, I'll give it."
"Where are you now?"
"A hotel room she gave us."
"Really? Shit, you didn't even think to call on a payphone? What if they track you?"
"They trust us. It's fine."
"They'd better or you're shit outta luck. No way in hell the three of us are commin' all the way out there to get you."
"I get it."
"Where's Cat? Sleeping?"
"I dunno, probably." She saw steam pour out of the shower, "Look, I gotta go. Hot shower awaiting."
"Yeah, sure. Don't fuck this up Cissy, swear to god. We sent you out here cause you're disposable. Maybe if you come back with your head on your shoulders, we'll consider respecting you."
"Ouch…you little cunt, I'll remember that." She grumbled.
"Yeah, see you too." The line cut off.
She rolled her eyes and snapped it shut, then hopped into the shower and cleaned herself off.
She came out in a towel, "Did you think to bring clothes, because I didn't."
Catalina had since taken her boots off and laid back on the bed. She turned the television off and looked at her, "I…honestly didn't…"
"Then you can't yell at me for being naked." Cissy dropped the towel and folded it over the dresser, "Anything good on?"
She looked away, "No…I couldn't find anything…"
She sat on the bed and took a deep sigh, looking around at all the quality furniture and decorations. "I will not steal anything." She said in a strange tone, like she was vowing it to herself.
"At least if you do…wait until we're leaving…that is if we survive this Antediluvian mess…"
"We will. We'll be fine." She said, "We have a ton of powerful people. I mean, we have Sirius on our side."
"We don't even know how much help he'll be." She said, "Lafayette jumped up a few generations, remember?"
"I know. We'll…we'll be fine. I'm feeling good about it." Cissy pulled the covers over and got in next to Catalina.
"Uh-huh…" She scooted away.
"What? Can I not sleep in the bed?"
"You're not wearing any clothes."
"C'mon."
"I don't like this…it's one thing when you're clothed but…I'm not sure…you're naked…"
"Cat…" She sat up, "What do you want me to do, sleep on the floor? We gotta get used to each other eventually…"
"But…this is too fast…"
She sighed, drawing the blanket over her chest to cover herself, "You really think so?"
"I…don't know…" She said, finally giving Cissy eye contact, after previously looking away the entire time, "Because if I let you do this, I know what it's going to turn into…"
Cissy really tried not to grin, but with that thought in her mind, she just couldn't.
"Cissy…"
"Okay, we don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. I still think we should try something. Doesn't have to be anything crazy. We could literally hug and I'd be content."
She looked her up and down, swallowing hard, "Um…"
"You can say no."
"…have you ever slept with a girl before?"
"Yeah." She said, "Sorry if that…upsets you…"
She shuddered, for whatever reason Cissy's various experiences left her nervous, "What do you do? What even happens?"
"It depends. Whatever you want. It's kinda nice, it's a lot more relaxing than with a guy. You know, cause with a dude it's like, more pressured. He's gonna come and you better be ready! Once he does that's it! With two girls it's much more relaxed, you can take your time and do whatever makes you comfortable. So uh…to get to the point, usually hands or mouth or…whatever else works."
"So we jerk each other off…" She said, getting out from under the covers to sit on the edge of the bed. "I mean, sex with my husband was never bad…I know what it is…I just…I don't know…doing it with you is going to be completely different."
"Yeah. I get it. We don't have to if you're not up to it…I just figured…this is a pretty nice bed…"
"It…it is…" She said, then her voice got smaller, "Would it make you feel better? More relaxed? Less scared?"
Cissy gave a little smile, "I mean, it would, but that shouldn't influence your decision. I'll feel like shit if we do it against your will."
She looked at the floor, burying her face into her hands, "I don't know…"
"Hey, hey, relax. It's alright." Cissy gently held her shoulder and pecked her cheek, "Let's just call it a night."
"You're still naked though…" She said, then she sighed, "Alright…you're right, I'll just have to get used to it." She unbuttoned her shirt and took it and the outer vest off.
Cissy tried to look nonchalant as she stared at Catalina's chest, but it was really trying her patience. She tapped her fingers against one of her knees. "Hmm…mmm hmm…"
Catalina smiled, slipping her skirt off, "You okay?"
"Hmm? Yeah, I'm great." She gave a smile, her eyes trying to meet Catalina's but failing.
Her smile grew, "Want a kiss?"
"Yeah…yeah, I'd like that…" Catalina got on the bed and kissed her lips, hugging her close.
Cissy tried not to smother her, but it was very hard to resist. Her hands gently landed on Catalina's waist and applied the tiniest bit of pressure, and she tried not to groan too loudly into Catalina's mouth.
She rubbed her back, "You're so much thinner than I am."
Cissy peeked her eyes open, "Yeah, but…you got a much better figure than I do…"
"I think that honor might also belong to you."
"No…no…your bras don't fit me, they're too big…" Cissy shifted her weight a little as she started crawling towards a climax.
"That's because you're thinner."
"Eh…not so sure…" Cissy said, looking up to meet her eyes, "Can I touch them?"
She reached behind herself to take off her bra, "I trust you." She nodded.
Cissy swallowed hard and reached forward to gently hold them. There was certainly something different about a woman's touch. Something much more gentle and soft than she remembered from her husband. Some of Cissy's tongue peeked out as she gave them the tiniest squeeze.
Catalina bit her lip, falling back on the bed with Cissy on top of her, "Just be gentle…within reason…alright?"
"Yeah…uh huh…" Cissy watched her chest jiggle as she landed back, "Just…let me…" She reached her hand down between her thighs and started massaging herself.
Her eyes widened, "Are you ready to go already?"
"Y-Yeah, I got it, just r-relax…" She said, grunting as she brought herself to her own orgasm. She panted a bit, her eyes clearing up, "Alright, sorry…I couldn't focus…"
"That…looked like it hurt…"
"No…it didn't…" She gave a little smile, "I didn't want to pounce too much or anything…"
"Alright, if…you need to do that again, don't let me stop you."
Cissy gave a mischievous little grin, something very characteristic of her at this point, "I just couldn't help it when I saw them jiggle…"
Her jaw more or less fell open. "Jiggle…?" She swallowed hard, "I…I didn't know you liked them so much…"
"Of course I do…they're perfect…" She leaned in and started licking them all over, then her eyes flicked up nervously, like she forgot who she was with, "Sorry, is this drawing the line?"
"N-No…I-I…I'm fine…"
Cissy sat up and gently rubbed her stomach, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" She then reached up and started massaging her shoulders, "Again, we can stop at any time."
"It's fine…" She relaxed, closing her eyes.
Cissy leaned in and went back to kissing her lips, gently rubbing her hands up and down her upper arms. She sighed into her mouth, gradually giving her a squeeze. Cissy's black lips left little marks along her neck, "I love you, Kitty-Cat."
"I love you too, Cyradora."
Cissy bit her lip and shuddered against her, "Fuck…" Her body arched a bit, her stomach brushing against Catalina's, "…f-forgot I told you that…"
"Uh-huh." A twisted grin went on her face as she pinched both of Cissy's cheeks, "Lovely Cyradora…" She sighed.
"Catalina…!" She whined in a high pitched voice, touching herself again.
She smiled as she reached out and held Cissy's forearm, massaging it as she went to work.
Cissy let out an airy sigh, wiping her fingers on the sheets, "Thanks babe…"
"Uh-huh." She said, "You look so tired now."
"I am…" Cissy admitted with a smile, "Did you want me to…to try something on you?"
"Maybe…it's…been a while…since I…I've…"
Cissy rubbed a hand over her stomach, "It's up to you, kitty."
"Come here." She held her arms out, "You need rest."
Cissy smiled and crawled into Catalina's arms, holding her, "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, you know..." She kissed her cheek.
"Uh-huh." She reached out and rubbed Cissy's temples, "We'll need all the rest we can get, to take out Lafayette and the Antediluvian."
Cissy kissed her lips, "Yeah…we'll kick ass…" She grinned.
A/N: Oh Cissy…Thanks for reading!