Author's Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing pertaining to Burst Angel. This awesomeness was created by someone else and I just love stepping into his characters!
Author's Note: Am actually feeling the vibe on this one! I love it when a good story comes together and this one feels like it's starting to dictate its direction which is always a good sign. It's better than trying to flail in the dark about it… Some yuri hawtness up ahead. Love feeling how words create a delicious world of desire. Don't you?
"Avenging Angel" chapter nine
"Angels Waiting"
Jo sipped carefully from a tall glass of water, blinked guileless red eyes. Meg was having her shoulder re-bandaged, and it did her world a load of good to see her smiling. The doctor examined the tight stitches carefully. Meg flexed her fingers and grinned as the new pad of gauze closed over her shoulder.
"Soon I'll be as good as new!"
The doctor, an aging man with a white beard, nodded. "It's healing up nicely, Meg. Not to worry; you should have those out in a few days."
Jo gave a wan smile as Meg beamed at him. She was vastly pleased. This was more than a bust or a scrape, this could have been potentially life-threatening. If the bullet had been a little lower….
Jo blinked her red eyes, taking in Meg flexing her fingers. She drifted back to the conversation as the doctor swayed toward her, stethoscope bobbing.
"Now let's just have a look there, Miss Jo…" Wrinkled hands reached up toward her head. Jo tensed, hands ready to ward away his touch. Hell, she just couldn't help it, she was wired that way.
"No way," Jo murmured. The doctor looked from her to Meg. Meg sighed, threading her arm back through the sleeve of her hospital gown.
"Jo," her tone warned. Jo blinked again.
"No thanks," she corrected herself. The doctor started, faltered, and gave it up for a lost cause.
"Honestly, young lady, you need to have that bandage changed and your head cleaned! Unless you just don't want to wash your hair anytime soon," he offered, trying to play to feminine vanity. Jo leaned her chin on one hand, regarding him slowly. Oh, really?
"I'll take my chances."
"Oh no, you won't. Jo, you're having that looked at later or you're going to regret it," Meg swore. The doctor faintly smiled as he opened the door to leave.
"Well, then I'll be back later if you want to talk to her, Miss Meg."
Meg waved and regarded her lover, exasperated. Jo, taking a silent hint, padded over to her bed and sat at the foot of it, tucking her lean legs under her. Meg lifted a finger, opened her mouth and then closed it. "Jo…" she began, and laid her right hand on Jo's fingers.
"Please….for ME. It's really not that bad. Okay?"
Jo's fingers tensed; then relaxed. "Okay…." She promised.
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Takane sat with Leo and Sei, sipping at a diet coke, sans the rum. The scruffy mechanic looked none the worse for wear from his beer the night before, but Takane wasn't taking any chances with tipping toward the bottle this early in her day. As the apparent "Grown-ups" of the group, they commiserated in shallow silence together, pondering the situation. Sei spoke then, saving them from silent agony.
"Our best fighter is out and Meg's still ruffling her feathers," Sei sighed.
"Meg can't help feeling protective over her," Leo said. "Jo's always getting carved up and she barely slows down to heal."
"But she heals fast," Takane said. "That's just the way she is…isn't that just the make-up of a genocide angel?"
Sei flicked her eyes toward the policewoman cautiously. "Bai Lan files are off limits to anyone outside our syndicate, Takane-san," she said casually.
Takane clasped her hands and gave a shadow of her rakish grin. "Don't be sayin' the police dun' know how to pull their own weight. We've got our ways of knowin' things."
"Meaning there's a leak somewhere," Sei sighed. "Remind me to weed out the undesirables."
Leo patted her hand. "Yes, dear." A chill involuntarily went down his spine at the cool decision weighing in his woman's dark eyes.
Takane coughed politely and stared into her non-alcoholic drink. It was a sad and dangerous world she had gotten involved with through her friendships. But Sei was a good woman, bad decisions to make or no. The three adults hovered over their hands and dug into carefully prepared lunches set before them. Sei speared a tomato with her fork and watched red ooze across her plate. Her mind fell to dark areas as she considered her next move.
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Jo blinked as articles of clothing slowly littered the tiled floor. Boots, socks, okay. Jean skirt, leggings… check. Top and panties? Oh, shit.
Jo felt a lurch of desire settle into the pit of her stomach as she spotted half of Meg's naked back drift past the doorframe to the bathroom. Long red hair swayed with it. She blinked and moved forward. Meg was looking at herself in the mirror and lifting her left breast with her right hand (as the left arm was still bandaged up like Tut's tomb). She met Jo's eyes in the mirror.
"Do you want to take a bath with me?"
Jo's eyes flicked to the large tub which was rapidly filling with water. She nodded dumbly. Absently, she made to reach for Meg's wide hip but she turned her hand aside. Jo blinked.
"Meg," she started. Meg trailed her fingers up and to Jo's brow. Tracing the bandage, she slid hands around the stiff gauze carefully.
"We have to wash the area around your cut. And I got permission from the doctor…as long as I'm careful," Meg's soft fingers unwound the bandage. A flutter of air drifted it to the ground. Jo opened her eyes. Meg was holding the side of her jaw and tilting her head slightly to one side, staring intently. She smiled, then gasped.
"Shit!"
Jo smiled, as in a flurry of motion, Meg flew to the tub and grasped the knobs to kill the water. Meg turned, large breasts bobbing, and grasped Jo's tank, turning sensuous in one movement. She slid the fabric up Jo's flat tummy.
"Are you coming?" she whispered. Jo stared into her wide blue eyes.
"Yes…" Jo grasped the waistband of her black panties and tugged them down. She kicked off her boots with ease and scratched her naked hip, toed her socks off without bending over.
Meg grasped her limp left arm, wincing and carefully slid into the tub. Jo slid in behind her and clasped toned arms around her soft waist. The water came up below the globes of Meg's breasts and was in no way near the bandage on her shoulder. Jo slid her legs on either side of Meg and huffed into her shoulder. Meg lathered up a buff puff and smiled.
"Come on, Jo, sit in front of me so I can clean you up."
Jo maneuvered around Meg and sat opposite her. Meg lifted the soapy puff and moved it around her partner's neck and shoulders. She gestured for Jo to lift her arms and a soapy trail coated Jo's breasts and sides. Jo leaned back and lifted each leg out of the water to aide Meg when she had to go further.
Meg set down the buff puff. A stream of soap oozed down the side of the deep tub onto the tiled floor. "I don't see what you're smiling about," Meg lowered her gaze, a low smirk pulling at her lips. Jo stared at her.
"Now, let me see your head."
Jo closed her eyes as gentle fingers worked the blood-caked hairs loose from around the stitches. Meg really wanted to give her head a fine dollop of shampoo but it wasn't feasible with the stitches in. She had to make due with running soapy fingers through the white strands and then rinsing her hands to ease what soap was there on out.
Jo closed her eyes. She ignored the slight sting the soap made when it got near her closed cut. She paused, feeling warm softness close at the corner of her lips.
Gently turning, she accepted Meg's mouth with hers and cupped the back of her head. Meg eased back in the tub, letting Jo float on top of her. She barely acknowledged the damp sensation coating through her shoulder until she grasped wet bandage idly.
"Jo! Be careful!" Meg snapped her mouth from Jo's to gasp. Jo smiled and stood suddenly, water cascading from her bronzed skin. She picked Meg up and carefully padded out of the tub.
Meg held her breath, twining her right arm around her neck. "Oh…" It always took her breath away like an idiot school girl when Jo exerted her shows of strength.
Jo gave a rare grin at the surprised girl in her arms, bridal position. "I'm always careful. Now, let's get you taken care of," she promised. Meg sighed and cascaded to a place of safety and heat as Jo carried her, dripping to the bed. Gently, she was laid down on the sheets.
Meg settled her limbs on the now wet sheets, adopting a coy expression as her ankles linked together. She didn't care the bed was soaked now. When Jo came back, she dripped moisture onto the equally wet girl and regarded Meg with a look of acute confusion. Jo casually spread her thighs apart. Her other harness clung low to her hips; she protruded with the throbbing need to fill Meg completely. Meg looked down, then up, reaching for something in the nightstand.
Biting her lip, the redhead pressed a small bottle in Jo's palm. One finger coyly trailed down Jo's flat belly and down the hard silicone experimentally. The plastic rubbed against the shaft of her clit and Jo bit her lip, as aroused as a boy and as hard. She flipped the cap off the lube and caressed her erection slowly. Meg stared up intently as Jo clasped her thighs and lifted her lower torso in her palms.
With one smooth slide of her hips, Meg was filled. Gasping, the ridden girl grasped her right hand up Jo's slim torso. Toned musculature passed under her clawing fingertips. Jo let her thighs down and braced against Meg on her forearms, rolling the plastic cock in and out. The base of it kept sliding against her clit in just the right way. The moment ebbed, hot and heavy and Meg moved up against Jo's thrusting hips, her feet gripping the back of her legs. There just wasn't much else she could do with an injured arm.
The lithe muscles in Jo's back bunched and rippled under Meg's grasping fingers and she smirked against the gunslinger's neck as they moaned and gasped as one unit. A fly on the wall must be getting an eyeful indeed.
Jo clasped her arms under Meg's lower back and lifted her, sitting up in one smooth movement. Meg cried out. The move had been so sudden and so slick, the cock stayed inside her, the angle pushing it deliciously further in, rubbing along the base of her engorged clit. Meg cried out, clasping her knees on either side of Jo's slim waist and pushed back.
The cock embedded slickly in her clinging walls…
Jo was the one to moan this time, every hair standing on end, every nerve sensitized and alert to the intimate pushing. She was so turned on, she might as well have had a real dick protruding from her clit, thick and lost embedded between Meg's grasping lips. She could almost feel it pulsate as she rode Meg with deep urgent pumps.
"Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!"
Meg stared at Jo lost in the moment, pounding her as if she could feel it all, and maybe she was. She certainly loved the feel of her lover penetrating her and making her shake around her. It was coming, building and building… When Jo roared and froze under her, Meg grinned before rolling Jo onto her back.
Sweaty and satiated, Jo grasped Meg's hips as she saddled up. Sweat dripped down the redhead's face as she gripped the sheets, straining and pumping down onto Jo's still-hard erection. With each bounce and thrust, Meg's thighs gripped her harder and harder…. Jo leaned back, letting her have her way.
"Oh! Ohhhh…." Meg thought she sounded tinny, corny to her own ears, but they were passion-clogged. She only knew she was riding Jo in just the right way, the cock rubbing under the shaft of her clit in ways that left her feeling like she'd never breathe again. She arched and screamed, bouncing down hard as orgasm ripped through her.
As Meg collapsed onto her, the cock still inside, Jo rubbed her sweaty back and reflected how glad she was that she'd taken apart Sei's security camera days ago.
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Sei sighed as she folded a ledger and nodded to a young subordinate to carry it off. The Chinese man bowed and sashayed away, his long tunic swaying. She knew an edge of ruthlessness came hand in hand to running her grandfather's crime syndicate, but she never got over the small queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach whenever she had to order a "special delivery" for someone who had disobeyed her.
"A company runs on hard work and trust, but our line of work runs on loyalty and dedication. Trust is a façade that can be bought or swayed. You need only rely on your subordinates. You should never dole out trust so easily," Her grandfather had told her once.
Sei had thought she understood what he'd meant but only recently could she see that she could only begin to decipher the deeper meaning. She didn't wholly trust any of her Bai Lan subordinates, not with her life anyway. She did inspire their loyalty on a larger note, and that was to be admired.
Sei trusted though, but a handful of people. Leo, her partner now and always ready with his machines and weapons. Amy who could reroute anyone's computer ware. Takane, with her links to the Osaka police. And Jo and Meg for taking care of business. She really would have to recheck on both girls medical follow-ups.
A bent figure shuffled forward, and grinned to see her. "Ah, Sei, I was hoping you'd be free for me. I trust you are?"
Sei smiled and let Mr. Wong clasp her fingers. His bodyguard, tall and trim, stood readily at his elbow. "Yes, of course. Please, follow me."
The two walked together, shadowed by the guard. "I must say, I'm not surprised any of your family was miffed enough to attempt command. Do not let it trouble you so, Sei-san."
Sei smiled wryly. Mr. Wong must be a dedicated family man for it was written all over her face. "I believe you've hit it right on the head. Chongkun never could abide by Grandfather's decision to raise me as successor. He believed only a male could do so."
Mr. Wong laughed. "Here he is wrong, for it is only the worthy who can succeed Bai Lan. Your cousin was never as dedicated."
Sei's eyes went distant. "No, he wasn't…" She could remember as children, how Chongkun had tried to bully her, push her down and pull her hair.
"It's not for you to say! You have to listen to me!" he had protested as she stared, acutely calm, at his darted features. And then their fathers had swooped in and he'd gotten a whooping that set him scowling in indignation to her, as if it were all HER fault.
Yes, Chongkun could never get over the fact of anything that didn't go with what he thought should be. He had walked before her, dragons stitched across his coat sleeves proclaiming himself Head Dragon. Sei shook her head and leaned on Wong's chivalrous arm.
He could not have what was hers.
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Chongkun pressed a hand to the glass and peered at the partially naked girl inside. "Her progress is remarkable, yet she still refuses our commands?"
Two doctors flipped ledgers and nodded, clearing throats and pushing glasses up onto noses. "We administer the beatings you have selected when she refuses to cooperate. Her strength is unparalleled, but she still refuses to follow the training outlined! It is most frustrating, Chongkun-san. She refuses to fight."
Chongkun's dark eyes slit as he watched the silver-haired girl rub bandaged arms. She looked up and regarded him with cold disdain. He pressed a palm to the glass and waved.
"Continue to beat her. She will fight for us, whether she wants to or not. Marie is the last of the Genocide Angel program and we will utilize her programming. I want this insolence stopped, do you understand?" Chongkun flicked his eyes coolly to the doctors. They bowed.
"Yes, sir…"
Chongkun smirked and grinned at the glaring girl inside the capsule. Her fingers flexed against the glass and she seemed to be following him with her red eyes. Where was this ferocity coming from? The girl would be his genocide angel, whether she thought she had a will or not. Chongkun cleared his throat and walked calmly from the room. The double doors slid closed behind his polished shoes.
Marie gripped the glass with her fingertips, wishing she could smash on through and attack the man she knew was her employer. Damn him….damn him and his stupid smirking face! The doctors were inside her mind, and inside her body, administering pain when she refused the sparring programs. They thought they could control her? She knew she could rise above the algorithms written into her DNA.
"Jo…you showed me how to do it…" Marie pressed her forehead against the glass. With a sharp cry, she raised it back and smashed it into the glass, cracking the surface. She felt a momentary respite of satisfaction as the two doctors scattered like ants. Then the shocks spread through her body.
"Ahhh!" Marie dropped to her knees, holding her middle. When she lifted her head, fire danced in her red eyes. She was going to get out…and when she did, every foolish man here was going to bleed.
End for now
End Note: I love how the last scene pretty much wrote itself. While I was listening to yuri amv's set to dance music :P My lady gave me her reasons for a Jo/Marie fic she got an idea for. I have to admit, it sounds intriguing! So Marie wound up worming her way into my story… Please review! It only takes a second, really :P
Sincerely yours, penpaninu
9/23/11