Enjoy ya filthy animals. Yeah, looking at you Snek de la Keeper of Lonk :D
Tonight is the Overwatch Gala where bigwigs and drill sergeants alike come together to drink expensive liquor and fail at making small talk.
Lena is not one to complain though; it is also a night for them grunts to dress spiffy and drink free booze.
But at the moment, Lena is sitting in the leather seat of the car they came in, hands clenched tight around on the bottom of her suit jacket. Her eyes keep darting to the bustling mouth of the hotel lobby.
"I don't know about this." She's having second thoughts on their plan for the night. There are just so many people, and not only strangers; but people she knew, loved, and cared for.
She doesn't even respond when a hand touches her chin, too lost the thinking about how about-
Angela tilts her head towards her, tearing her eyes away from the crowded entrance. Yes, Angela, stunning and oh so distracting Angela in a maroon, silky cocktail dress and a neckline that plunged dangerously low as she leaned over. Heat rushes to Lena's face.
Bollocks, a sight like that.
"Eyes here, hase."
It's a joke this time around, though the words still don't fail to shoot a dose of eagerness into the Brit's veins. She reluctantly rips her eyes away and stares back down at her hands at Angela's amused giggle.
"Shite, you're such a tease." Lena pouts and huffs, truly, it's unfair.
Angela chuckles again, kissing away the frown on the pilot's lips.
"If don't want to, you don't have to, mein schatz."
But that's the thing, Lena lives for the thrill of it. First it began with daredevil maneuvers in the sky, now, the enchanting pounding of her chest at the thought of someone figuring out their rouse. Sure they had done something of the sort; lingerie at the movies, a crotch rope during dinner, a stokes on her thigh while on a double date with Aleks and Fareeha. Both of whom still vehemently deny being anything more than fuck buddies, but Angela knows better.
"Lena," The voice steadies her, a comforting hand around her own. "Do you still want to go through with this?"
It was completely her decision.
Lena shifts in her seat, feeling the egg trapped inside of her roll against her walls. She had spent a full ten minutes in front of the mirror, checking and re-checking to see if the thing would fall out or otherwise make itself noticeable in her slim cut pants.
The game; to see if Lena could keep her composure for the night with Angela's teasings through the use of the torturous vibrating toy.
She was without a doubt already wet by just sitting there thinking about it.
After another moment, Lena takes a breath, the butterflies still very much alive in her gut, and smirks to her companion.
"Ye, bring it on, love."
"Mmmm, now you are cocky." With a gesture of her hand, the toy springs to life, the communicator in her ear chiming out the number '3'.
Lena jumps and squirms to keep her her hands from instinctively cupping her sex, the smugness gone in a flash. It only lasts a few cruel seconds before it shuts off and leaves her slightly out of breath and slumped over against the dashboard. She gives Angela the best glare she can muster up.
"I will be with your the entire night. If it gets out of hand or you give me the signal, I'll stop everything and draw the attention away from you." Angela kisses her again, smoothing over the frays in her nerves.
Back-up plans and precautions.
And so they open the doors and step into what will certainly be an interesting night.
The first hour starts out easy enough with a plate of hors devours and a glass of champagne. Lena is happily chatting with Aleksandra when her knees lock up and she nearly knocks over the cheese display. The weightlifter had scooped her up and away from the serving tables before she buckled over with the chime of '4' in her ear.
Lena fakes a cough, sputtering and flustered, giving the flimsy excuse that she's recovering from a cold. Aleks cocks her head to the side before she is all smiles. She sets her down and places a whole lemon from the table and onto her plate; a lemon which Lena is fairly certain is there for looks and not for eating.
"Citrus, salt, and hot water." She says with a big grin. The Brit just smiles sheepishly, the vibrations tapering down.
When they get back to their table, Angela is watching her with a bemused smirk. The look doesn't make it any easier on her.
"Thank you, Lena." she says far too sweetly.
The moment she sits down, there's a hand on her thigh trailing its way up and down the tense muscle. She clenches her eyes shut, focus on the food, focus on them, anything but this blasted sadistic woman.
The toy buzzes softly, '2' chimes in her ear. It's not enough to make her jump, but it's quite enough for her to be aware of it's presence.
To think that the little thing of plastic went up to '10'.
She can do this. Lena leans forward, descreeting brushing Angela's offending hand off her leg and tries to listen to whatever story Lucio was telling.
"The concert was lit, man. So glad that they liked my new album."
"Ah, I did not know you had released new songs."
Lena snaps to the doctor with a pointed gaze, Angela just back glancing at her from the corner of her her. Bullshite, they were just listening to his music on the drive over. He doesn't miss a beat, no one at the table noticing their curious exchange, pulling out his phone and tapping away.
"Yeah, they're pretty chill, I can shoot 'em your way if you want a listen."
A few minutes later and Angela's device sounds to signal the file being successfully received and downloaded. Her hand returns to its place back on Lena's thigh, kneading and sending chills up her body. She leans in, whispering into her ear.
"I'm sure you'd like to 'feel the beat' too."
Lena sits mortified like she had a pole for a spine at the words, all of it finally clicking into place. She doesn't have another second to brace herself when it starts, the familiar rhythm pulsing through her. Not through her ears this time, but below and far more intimate.
Her face is scorching hot; essentially being fucked by her best friend's music.
Angela leans back into her chair as if she hadn't just done the most evil thing in the world, eyes watching the red faced girl behind the rim of her wine glass. Lena grabs her own drink and downs it in one gulp, trying to hold onto the last threads of her composure; or at least give her an excuse for losing it.
Lucio's music was known for it's catchy beat and drumming bass, both of which Lena loved on the dance floor. However, with the beat throbbing away at her core and unable to react to it, she was stuck in a battle to keep her groans as quiet as possible. Each pulse turning the coil in her gut tighter and tighter.
Angela's hand is between her legs, putting a gentle pressure over her trembling crotch. Her hips buck up to meet the pressure, seeking out the contact. She is thankful that Angela stays instead of making her chase it, allowing the girl to grind herself on the open palm.
And so Lena sits there, heart pounding at the fact that she is sitting no more than a meter away from Hana to her right while she's rutting herself to completion against Angela's hand. She can feel the pulsing heat spreading down her neck to her chest and up to the tips of her ears.
It swells, the rhythm surging higher, faster; building and building for the drop, Angela's hand now fully cupping and stroking her sex, apparently listening in on the song as well.
Lena gasps into her chest, eyes locked on her plate of food that she gave up on long ago. It's almost over, almost there, she knows this song; never thought she would be hating/loving it for this reason though.
Body as tense as a bow, the final drop hits her like a sledgehammer, fist clenched over her mouth to fake a fit of coughing when in reality she's whimpering as it sends her over the edge. Wave after wave it crashes over her, the song lasting for a few more seconds before fading out.
The hand pats her once, twice and leaves, returning to it's self-satisfied owner.
No one makes a comment on how strange she's acting except for Fareeha, who shoots her a puzzled look when Lena visibly relaxes and lets out a sigh when the song ends and the toy falls silent.
Lena works to bring herself back down from the high. The fork trembles in her hand as she finally takes the first bite of her food.
"Let me get you another drink." She can't say anything when Angela excuses herself, taking Lena's cup and giving her a kiss on the forehead. She doesn't even notice the look the doctor gives Aleks, motioning the weightlifter to follow her.
Two more hours pass, more alcohol is consumed, Lena is getting better and better at not jumping every time the egg is abruptly switched on. She is even able to hold a decent conversation with Morrison with a '5' happily buzzing away in her.
Angela has pardoned herself to use the restroom, leaving Lena on the dancefloor with Lucio and Hana. It wasn't quite their taste of music, but it was still something they could dance stupidly too; relishing in the fact that everyone far too drunk to care.
Of course, even with them in their spiffy suits and dresses, the crowd hoots and hollers when Lucio tears off his blazer and starts to break dance. Lena is in the middle of windmill that Lucio was able to teach her when the communicator in her ears rings with Angela's voice.
"Come to second floor, room 267. Alone, hase."
A throb of lust stampedes through her along with her ear chiming with a '7'. It takes her by surprise and Lena crumples to the ground with a shout, slamming face first into the hardwood floor.
"Mercy!" She gasps out under her breath before anyone can get close enough to hear her. It's one of their lesser used safe words, more of a soft 'slow down'.
But with the way Lena cries it out and the sound of her colliding with the ground, she can hear Angela on the other side of the comm scrambling with something, the toy immediately shuts off.
"Scheisse, Lena, are you alright? I'm on my way down from the balcony-"
She's not bleeding, just a little stinging on the right side of her face. Lucio and Hana help her to her feet, both of them cackling with laughter.
"Man! Now that was a wipeout!"
"'A' for effort," Hana teases, her comment flitting with amusement. "You okay, though?"
"I'm good, lost my balance is all." Lena replies, half to her friends, half to the voice in her ear. Her eyes glance up at the railed off second floor, zeroing in on Angela watching her while still pushing past the people on the stairs. "Don't worry about it, love. Gonna hop to the bog and freshen up."
They lock eyes, even at the distance, she can see the relief on Angela's face.
The two let go of Lena, saying that they were going to see if they could convince the DJ to let Lucio take over for a bit. As much as she wants to stay and groove to his music, the fresh throb of lust taking over her body was a much more pressing matter.
"I'll see you at the room, love." She grins, pushing past the guests. Just the thought of whatever Angela has planned for her, with all the biggest names of Overwatch just a floor away.
Oof, she better get there quick.
Lena knocks on the door of room 267, nervously looking down the empty hall on either side of her. There's a buzz on her comm, a ribbit signalling that it was Lucio calling her.
"Trace, come in Trace, this is your DJ speaking. Party's bouncing man! Reyes just challenged Morrison to a dance off. Get your butt down here!"
She groans, sure that she's going to miss the greatest thing ever to happen at an Overwatch sanctioned event. But there'll be vids on that special; and no vid is going to be able to replace what she's about to do.
"Sorry mate, I'm a little preoccupied right now." Lena grins at the over exaggerated retching that Lucio makes. It wasn't the first time Lena had used to line when he had called her up during one of her 'nights'.
"Ugh, thanks for the visual."
"Cheers, mate!"
"Yeah, whatever, just get down here when you're done, if there's any of you left."
"Get some, Lena!"
She didn't even realize it was a joint call until Hana's shout sounded over the comm. Shaking her head, Lena cuts the line and sets the device to deny calls other than Angela for the time being.
Odd, she thinks, the door was still closed with no word from the missing doctor.
Lena looks at her feet, at last noticing the key card on the carpet. Was that always there?
Picking it up, she didn't question it any further as it easily slides into the slot of the door and unlocks it with a click.
Anticipation is strumming on all her nerves and leaves her toes and fingers tingly. She opens the door with a huge grin, not really knowing what to expect.
Out of everything she mentally prepared herself to see, an empty room was not one of them.
She shuts the door behind her, listening for approaching footsteps, or Angela's voice, or something. Dread begins to pool in her gut, what if this was a trap. Had she just played herself into the hands of-
The thought is dashed to smithereens when the egg is cranked up to a '6' without warning. Lena stumbles mid stride, arm bracing herself on the wall. Now alone in a room with apparently no one to hear, she allows a small whine to escape her lips.
"Angela?"
Silence answers her call. She has half a mind to rip the toy out and get to the bottom of all of it. Surely this was part of the game. The lack of certainty causes even more heat to gather in her gut.
A minute passes, still nothing but Lena leaning her face on the cool wall, shuddering as the toy inside her relentlessly buzzes away.
Large hands pull her away from her resting spot and into a very firm, very warm body. Lena stiffen at the contact, eyes wide and alarms blaring in her head; this was not Angela. She begins to struggle, a hand clamping down tightly over her mouth.
"Relax little one, Angela told me about your little," The other hand bullies her fly open, smoothing down her dress shirt and harshly groping her through her underwear. "Predicament."
Oooooohh fuck
Lena and Angela had talked about introducing the others into their little games. For a one off sessions, maybe more if it worked out. In their first few discussions, they both had their eyes set on the loveable Russian as their first participant, but she didn't even think that now would be the time.
And if Angela had conspired with Aleks, then Lena had nothing to worry about, but not knowing what was in store for her.
The pilot let out a loud moan, fingers having found their way past all the fabric, now gently pinching and rolling her hastily stiffening clit. Aleks' body presses hard, trapping her against the wall. In a matter of moments, Lena is reduced to a muttering pile of mush supported solely by Aleks' arms and body.
"Shirt off, bend over on the bed. Now."
The order is gruff, leaving no room for even the thought of disobeying. It sends a red-hot poker of desire straight to her gut. Blazer tossed to the ground, shirt nearly ripped off, Lena's heart is racing as she does what she's told.
She lies there, face in the sheet, ass in the air, her body aching for contact. In the back of her mind, she can't imagine where Angela is right now, if she is watching everything from the other room.
Fuck, she didn't even think of that, could there be others watching, are there cameras?
A curt slap on her clothed ass sharply brings her back to the now.
"Focus on me, only me." Lena groans, accents in the bedroom always maybe her so horny. That, and the roaming hands kneading at the tight muscles of her back.
If she wasn't bent at the waist over a bed, Lena would've relaxed into the impromptu to massage, how confident fingers dance across her back; would've forgotten about the quiet toy inside of her until it sprung to life with a '4' sounding in her ear.
"Mmmmmfuck." She wants to push forward and grind herself on the mattress but there's the all too familiar sensation of hands on her hips holding them steady.
"Angela was right, such an eager girl."
It's teeth now dragging themselves down her back, the bites hard and sporadic. Each time they sink in, another embarrassingly loud whine is coaxed out of her throat. She loves this feeling, squirming and twisting against a force holding her still and knowing there isn't a thing she can do about it.
Humbling, electrifying and oh so bloody hot.
"Well she has been teasin' me all night, love." Lena says, hands wrenching into the sheets.
A thigh coerces her legs to part, a hand playing with her trimmed curls. It's much rougher than Lena is accustomed to, less words and orders and more action. She doesn't have any instructions to follow, just movements to react to.
"I believe it." The words are murmured against her already slick skin with a grin and another sharp nip to her hip.
Lena struggles to keep up the onslaught on her backside, Aleks taking to biting her ass through her suit pants and underwear with surprising force. With every bite, her pants are tugged lower and lower, soon, her bare cheeks are being assaulted by her teeth.
"Shite, Aleks, uh, you...you want me to call you something else, love?"
The Russian's laugh is throaty and genuine. She presses herself flush against Lena's back, resting her weight on her and causing her lungs to work harder to draw breath. Lips next to her ear, words thick and husky.
"Nyet, zaichik. Anything you scream will be music to my ears."
There's a cockiness in her statement that just drives Lena crazy. As if she wants to prove Aleks wrong and keep silent, but she also eagerly awaits the reason why the woman is so confident. However, she can't do anything right now, not with her pinned onto the mattress by hard muscle and ruthless hands.
'5'
Lena wriggles a bit more, the helplessness she feels further clouding her mind with every passing second. Panting, shallow and desperate, wanting to move but wanting to stay pinned all the same. Stroking fingers, hot breath whispering lines of Russian that she can only assume to be filthy.
'6'
Fuuuck
Aleks slowly moves her hips, watching in amusement as the smaller woman tries to twist away from the friction rubbing against skin still tender from the attention they received from her teeth. On fire, everything, filling her mind, it makes it hard to focus.
She groans and sobs into the sheets, trying so hard to move but being so utterly trapped.
'7'
Suddenly, the weight is gone and Lena is being carried up and flipped over. Her pants are pulled all the way off along with her dress shoes. Hands palm underneath her ass and lifts it high in the air, forcing Lena to bear the weight on her elbows and back. Through hazy eyes, she sees Aleks smirking centimeters away from her aching sex.
"I want to hear you."
She doesn't have a chance to brace herself when lips assault her at a feverish pace, emerald eyes still locked onto hers. Lena legs wrap around the back of Alek's neck, perhaps out of reflex, maybe out of desperation; but they only serve to press the maddening tongue harder into her. The sheets are strangled in her white knuckles.
And still the egg buzzes away inside of her with a hot wet mouth working at her clit.
Lena's voice becomes a chorus of pants and choked moans, unable to form coherent words now. Her teeth are clenched and her body trembling to hold the position. Aleks' wet tongue makes laps around her folds and tight circles around her bud.
She's already so close, has been close for the half an hour since all this started.
"Aleks! Love!...ahhh fuck fuck."
The words teetering on the edge.
And then it all stops.
A sharp whine of disappointment, even Alek's mouth is gone. Her eyes crack open, searching for an explanation.
"So soon, mein schatz?"
Lena's breath hitches at the sight of Angela getting up from the couch in the corner beside the front door. How long has she been there, how did she not notice?
The toy inside of her spikes up to a '9' for a moment, signaling that she had missed something and causing her hips to buck up into empty air.
"Yes! Yes, ma'am." She whines out, eyes flicking between the woman trapped between her legs and Angela stalking towards them.
All her attention is shifted to the feathery fingertips stroking up her neck, even such a light touch sends more heat to her core. Angela looks down at her with a smug smile and attentive eyes, a hum of satisfaction in the answer.
"Has our guest been taking good care of you?"
"Yes ma'am, very good care ma'am."
Though she does wish the 'care' hadn't stopped.
"Aleksandra, why don't you sit back and let Lena show you how grateful she is for your efforts."
She almost lets out a sound of disapproval before she chokes it back, not wanting to think what the punishment for such an action would entail. Perhaps at a different time, she would've done it just for fun, but right now, she's so horny and oh so desperate to come.
Lena hesitates after Aleks sets her legs back down onto the bed, looking to Angela for some guidance. She's not entirely sure how she wants her to please Aleks, who is now leaning back and watching her with a hungry gaze and an amused smirk.
"On your hands and knees, hase. Use your mouth."
Lena quickly shifts into position with anticipation thudding in her chest. The bed dips down behind her, a glance and she sees Angela on the bed with them. She takes a nervous gulp, very aware that her bare ass is now in the air and very exposed.
It's unnerving to not know what they have planned, but it's exactly that apprehension that has her breath hitching every time Angela so much as grazes flushed skin of her back.
Lena lowers her face between Aleks' powerful thighs, groaning at the obvious wetness drenching the soft hairs. A hand settles atop her scalp, not pushing, just a gentle reminder.
'Gentle'
The hips buck up slightly to meet her mouth. Aleks sinks further back onto her elbow, sighing and watching as Lena toils away. She pauses for a moment to catch her breath.
Suddenly, Lena's right ass check erupts with stinging pain, pushing her forward into Aleks' heat without warning. A cry rings out from her throat, another slap resounding through the room.
"I didn't say you could stop."
Lena lets slip a frustrated grunt, earning her another painful smack on the ass. A '6' chimes in her ear and her task gets that much harder.
With newfound fervor, Lena goes back to licking Aleks' sex. The hands in her hair tightens, pressing her in. Nose buried in and jaw aching but still she continues, shuddering as Angela draws patterns into her stinging flesh with her fingernail.
"Look at me." The order is blunt, not the sly promise of punishment for disobedience like Angela's; but the explicit demand to obey.
And so she does, enjoying the look of praise painted on Aleks' face. A handful of Russian curses fall from her parted lips. There's lipstick smeared on her face and Lena imagines that her entire back must be covered with them.
Lena screws her eyes shut when Angela's fingers go from waltzing on the flesh of her rear to teasing her dripping slit. They push in and out, shallow and barely grazing the egg trapped inside, never enough to bring her beyond the maddening purgatory she is trapped in.
She works even faster, hoping that maybe she'll be allowed to come when she satisfies Aleks.
"I think she has caught on." Aleks chuckles, the sound melting away into a low groan that rumbles through her body.
'8'
Lena moans against the stiff bud in her mouth, blindsided by the sudden jump. She can feel Aleks tense up at the sound and roughly her shoves back in.
"Again." It's a strained grunt. Although Lena hasn't had enough time to learn all of Alek's cues; she knows when someone is coming close to the edge.
She continues to hum and moan as she sucks, finding that Aleks particularly likes the vibrations against her clit. The hand twists almost painfully, muscles shaking. One last moan and Aleks' body snaps tight.
A gravelly string of curses, the relentless pressure on the back of Lena's head holding her in place as Aleks rides out her orgasm. She presses progressively softer and softer kisses onto the area, easing her back down.
'9'
Without a task, Lena's mind shifts focus to the increasing vibrations in her own sex and Angela's fingers still toying with her clit. The movements become more than just a teasing touch and begin to rub her in full earnest.
Lena gasps out against Alek's thigh, still trapped by her unmoving hand.
"Shite p-please ma'am." It comes tumbling out, so quickly she's undone again, mind struggling to keep up.
"Would you like to come?"
Two fingers delve in, easing the egg further in. Her hips jerk up, trying to get them to push deeper. But Angela knows her, knows what she does out of instinct and pulls her fingers out in an instant leaving her empty and wanting.
"Yes! Please ma'am!" Her hair is being gently stroked, embarrassment rising to her cheeks when she feels Alek's eyes on her. How could she ever look at the weightlifter again, knowing that she's seen her like this; a desperate, begging mess.
"Then maybe you should ask our guest for permission."
A groan of irritation, another smarting mark on her ass. Lena drags her eyes up to meet Aleks' green ones, heart leaping at the surprising gentleness of them. Nonetheless, she breathlessly pants out and wills her vocal cords to cooperate through the shame burning at her face.
"Please, Aleks-"
'10'
The rest is lost in a strangled cry, her arms giving out and she resorts to her elbows to keep her steady. Her back arches back, trying so hard, so hard to be a good girl and not come.
"Bloody fucking hell, please Aleks may I come, please, please. Fuck please."
Fear mounts and mixes in with the pleasure, she won't be able to hold out much longer and if she disobeys...
"Please please please!" comes tumbling out of her mouth.
Behind her, Angela is dragging her nails along her spine with an entertained smile on her lips.
But in front of her is Aleks' smug look, her usual mixture of cockiness and comradery coming back to surface. So gently she pets Lena's head despite the war she is fighting with her body. Aleks just hums, obviously enjoying the distress painted on Lena's face.
"Please" She whimpers quietly, seconds away from breaking down and coming without permission.
Aleks sits up and brings her face incredibly close to hers, lips scantily touching hers. Shallow breathes, so close, so fucking close.
"Let me hear you come, zaichik"
And just in time, Lena comes hurtling over the impossibly high cliff the two of them had raised her up to. She cries herself hoarse, Angela's firm grip holding her in place as her curling fingers draw out her orgasm. It rushes through her entire body like a flood and would've sent her trembling down into the mattress if it weren't for Aleks' hand gingerly wrapped around her throat and chin still slick from earlier.
Her vision flashes with white and black, screwing shut as she's falling, plummeting, toppling down.
But they're there to catch her with tender kisses and touches against her sweat soaked skin, sweet words of praise whispered into her ear.
When Lena finally comes back to her senses, she spots the egg that was inside of her on the nightstand, her body pressed up against Angela's. The shower is running and they are alone on the bed.
Lena sighs, lightly kissing whatever skin in front of her; which just happens to be Angela's very ticklish neck. A startled giggle sounds above her that makes her heart flutter.
"How are you feeling?" Angela pulls back to take a look at Lena's sleepy, lopsided grin.
"Bloody awesome," she murmurs out, kissing her on the lips. "Cheers, love."
Finger gently caress the side of Lena's face where she had fallen onto the floor. Quiet murmurs of apology and a tender kiss make it all better.
The door to the bathroom opens, steam pouring out and swirling around Aleks' naked foam.
"Are you lovebirds going to head back to the party?"
Lena glances at Angela, seeing that her eyes were closed already.
"Think we're gonna stay here for a bit, maybe longer if Angie is up for another round after a quick nap."
Angela cracks her eyes open and raises her brow; a look of pure disbelief and mirth. Aleks snorts back a laugh.
"And that is why she calls you rabbit." Aleks snickers, pulling back on the deep purple dress that stunned everyone when she stepped into the ballroom.
Despite having buried herself into Angela's neck out of embarrassment, Lena peeks out to appreciate Aleks' impressive, flexing muscles from across the room.
"Maybe I will see you later then, the night is still young." Aleks stands and gives herself a once over in the mirror, smoothing over imaginary wrinkles on her dress.
'Tease' Angela and Lena both think, fully engaged in the show she is putting on.
Aleks turns around and shoots them a smirk and a wink, clearly aware of what she was doing. Striding over to the bed, she places a warm kiss on the two of their cheeks and ruffling Lena's already unruly hair.
"I will speak with her to see if sokol(falcon) would like to join in on the fun next time."
Lena doesn't know who this 'sokol' is, she probably could figure it out if sleep wasn't on the forefront of her brain. But another person? Sounds like an adventure.
"Thank you, Aleksandra. Tonight was lovely."
Aleks nods, heading back to the door and stepping out into the hallway with a parting 'spokoynoy nochi'(goodnight). The room is covered with a blanket of cozy warmth and shared kisses. Within the minute, the two are softly snoring as the party goes on below them.
Later, Lucio shows Lena the vid of Reyes whooping Morrison's ass on the dance floor, and though she wishes she was there to see it in person, nothing beats a night with her love, Angela.
