If you could ask him, Aiden would say that he is having the best possible Sunday of his life. He doesn't know why Sara has been all over him and forcing him to stay in bed with her all day, but he sure isn't complaining. He knows better than to ruin a good thing. So when Sara climbs back on top of him and whispers into his ear, "Again," for at least the fifth time that day, he listens.
Sara, however, is having the most stressful Sunday of her life. She never thought sex with Aiden was bad or mundane, but after having her mind blown by someone else, it's all she can think about as she lies there. She's not into his stubble scratching her neck as he plants kisses down it, or his rough hands touching and squeezing her. She misses Tegan's softness and how she was small, just like her, yet still strong and dominant. But what she really missed and liked was how Tegan only seemed focused on getting her off. That was something Aiden didn't do, always making sure he was satisfied but not paying attention to whether she was faking it or not, and getting off is what Sara has been trying to do all day.
So when Sara can tell Aiden is getting close by making the same face he always does when he's about to come, she frantically licks her fingers and starts rubbing her clit. She works in small, quick circles, hoping to beat Aiden to the finish. She doesn't. But she cries out anyway as Aiden hangs his head and slows to a stop. He collapses off of her, peeling the now soiled condom off. Sara watches in horror, that was something she'd always found disgusting, and she politely excuses herself to the bathroom.
She shuts the door, locking it, and leans against the frame. She closes her eyes and runs her hand down her chest and stomach until it is back between her legs. She finishes herself off, moaning a quiet "Tegan... " as her back arches and her hips buck up to meet her hand.
"Shit... " She mutters as she opens her eyes, realizing what she just did and whose name she just said.
She walks to the sink, turning the faucet on. She mechanically rubs the soap into her hands, scrubbing and rinsing them under the water. She avoids her reflection. She has no desire to stare at the person getting her fiance to have sex with her all day just so she can try to get over someone else. Especially since it seems like it's not going to work. It only slightly made sense to her that if she could get Aiden to just really please her, she'd want it from only him. So far it hasn't worked, but she isn't going to give up.
Sara dries her hands off and walks back into the bedroom. Aiden turns to look at her and gives her a wink, already preparing for another round. Sara gives him a feeble smile and kneels onto the bed. She leans across Aiden and pulls the drawer of the nightstand on his side open. She tears another condom off the strip, noting they're going to have to invest in some more soon. She places it on his stomach and lies back down. She looks over at him with stern eyes.
"Again."
...
It's been three weeks since the most angelic voice has graced her ears. It's been three weeks that she's been tracking the person who it came from. It didn't take her long to track her down, but keeping up with her proved to be a struggle some nights. She was always in a different scene, with different people it didn't matter that she had found where she lived, she was never home at night. In the darkness.
But she was in the darkness outside, where she wasn't supposed to be. It didn't bother her any though, she was used to being a rebel. She had also gotten used to being followed. She didn't know if Voix just wasn't good at being invisible or if she was just that observant.
She first noticed her two weeks ago blending into a wall when she was out smoking with a group of friends, and she instantly knew she was the target. She spotted her multiple times as the days passed, wondering when she was finally going to make her move. She didn't want to die, though she wasn't afraid to either, she was just getting restless wondering as to when it was going to happen.
So when she came home one night and spotted the short figure illuminated by the moonlight in her bedroom, she wasn't surprised. But she was surprised at how quickly she found herself pinned roughly against her wall.
"Took you long enough." She sneers at the villain, recovering quickly.
Voix narrows her eyes, intrigued by the coolness of this woman. She presses her body closer, pinning her victim closer to the wall. She keeps her grip around her neck loose, still wanting to hear that voice.
It's not Voix's intention, but the girl can't help but notice just how close they are. Just how perfectly Voix's costume clings tightly to her body, pushing her breasts together and out.
"Is.. this how you.. distract your victims.. ?" The girl asks breathily. "Because it certainly works."
Voix bows her head and tilts it to the side, slowly shutting her eyes. She thinks she may have discovered her own weakness. In the form of a human.
The woman knows that gesture all too well. It's the one most girls make when they're trying to hide the fact that they're turned on.
"So have you been hunting me because you want to kill me, or because you want to have sex with me?" She laughs, amused that even this.. well, whatever it is that she is, cannot resist her. "That won't be much fun without a mouth." Thankful she still has the use of her arms, she mimics the grip that's on her own neck, forcing Voix to look at her. Two can play this game, she thinks. She uses all her strength to lean forward and kisses Voix right where her mouth should be. "See? Boring."
But Voix doesn't find it boring, and she blushes hard.
"Hah! Are you even sure you're a villain?" The woman taunts.
Voix is almost certain this girl will be her downfall is she doesn't pull herself together, she's already got her weaker. She won't give in though, she's the one in charge of this situation and will continue to be in charge of every action this girl takes until she decides otherwise.
She rips the girls hand from around her throat and pulls her away from the wall, only to slam her back into it, her front hitting the wall this time. She grabs her other hand and locks them together behind her back, pulling her out of the room and dragging her down the stairs into the kitchen.
She searches through every drawer with one hand, holding her prisoner with the other, until she finds what she is looking for. She yanks the woman to one of her dining chairs and forces her to sit down. She starts wrapping the tape around her, binding her to the chair from shoulders to feet.
The woman curses, struggling against the tape but it's no use. Voix crosses her arms in triumph, watching in pleasure as her victim goes nowhere.
"Stupid.. Bitch.." She hisses, her cockiness waning.
Voix's anger rises. Her black eyes getting even darker. She violently kicks the chair, sending the woman backwards and crashing to the floor.
"Argh!" The woman growls, her head rebounding off the hard wood floor. She grits her teeth together, trying to hide her pain.
Voix steps over her, towering over her like a giant. She reaches for the belt on her costume, unbuckling it. She pulls her shorts down to her knees, kneeling down and straddling the woman's face. She clenches the woman's head in her hands and rams her face into her pussy. She holds her in a vice grip as the woman's mouth sucks, nibbles, and licks until her body is spasming with waves of pleasure. The woman's voice isn't the only wonderful thing about her mouth, Voix thinks. When she stops rocking her hips, she lets go of the woman's head and it drops back onto the wood with a thud. Her face is beat-red, she's coughing, and her eyes are watering from being so out of breath. A smile tugs at her lips even though she was basically just raped.
Voix returns to full height and pulls her shorts back up, buckling her belt. She grabs a bunch of the tape trapping the woman and pulls her and the chair back up. She flicks the kitchen light off and walks out the front door, into the night.
Sara's head falls from its cradled position in her hand and onto her sketchbook. She startles herself awake and shoots back up. She looks down at everything she just drew. The, perhaps alarming, therapeutic result of an overtired, conflicted mind at today's failed attempts.
She sighs, closing it and putting it at the bottom of the pile this time. She crawls down onto the studio/office floor, huddling into herself. She's too sore and tired to make it to the bedroom, having already spent too many hours of the day in it with Aiden.