A/N: Hey everyone! I wanted to give my thanks and give some kudos to Magic126, Aurineko, Ashes of Chaos, Gallifreyan Annihilator, and Magma Fyre. I recognize some of you from WftE which is a nice boost to my ego. I hope I am not disappointing you guys with these short stories.

Anyways... Onward.

Roxy/Sollux. Third Person perspective. Mature w/ xeno

Sollux and Roxy just snickered at the letters when they finally came in. They knew about them long before they were even printed off on the fancy paper that they held now. But that was sort of the reason they were holding the engraved invitations to join up with the Telecommunications Control Agency (TCA) which was a part of the Division of Network Security and Mainframe Technology (DNSMT) in the Security and Maintenance Branch (SMB) of the Bureau of Applied Network Protection (BANP). Or as they explained to the rest of the group at their announcement, a super secret governmental cyber-spy agency. They didn't question how well these positions suited their particular talents and persuasions a little too well. They've learned to suspend their disbelief to an extreme thanks to the game.

The provided signing bonus was more than plenty to find, rent, and decorate an apartment in a neighboring city. Sollux let Roxy chose the decor for the most part, only chiming in when asked a direct question of preference or when something caught his eye as they strolled around the giant labyrinth of a furniture store. One could honestly get turned around and lost for days in that store. Sollux's psionics helped significantly to get all of the boxes of deconstructed furniture from the car up to their high rise without any hard labor. Putting the pieces together was an entirely different story.

When they finally finished, they collapse on the couch and survey their new environment from their exhausted positions. The middle of the apartment has a great entertainment setup with all of the best bells and whistles and a screen that fits a large portion of the wall. To the right sits their two workstations, one dressed in pinks and purples and the other pulsing softly with the primary colors. Roxy insisted that they be in an open environment with nearby windows so that they can't get too lost in their work. Sollux reluctantly agreed to put his computer and it's accessories in the main room instead of their bedroom.

Their bedroom is located off of the main room by a door next to the television. Right now it is in shadows with the large king bed and corresponding dressers blending in with restful muted grayscale tones that they had both decided upon. The master bath is tucked away with another door inside the bathroom. Roxy had taken over most of the counter space with all of her beauty products, but Sollux had his corner next to the second sink. The best features however are the cast-iron clawfoot tub that could almost second as a swimming pool and the programmable standing shower.

To their left are the kitchen and breakfast bar. The kitchen is outfitted with the newest technology to make eating nutritious meals as easy as possible. The shelves below the counter are lined with colorful bottles of various liquids and flavors. No two bottles are alike. Some of the prettier ones that had been emptied previously help decorate the corners of the room on shelves, tables, and sills, catching the light as it passes through the tinted glass.

Overall the appearance of the apartment is slightly paradoxical as it comes off as both sleek and modern as well as casual and comfortable. The base muted tones are accented with bright flares of balanced colors that somehow appeal to both of the apartment's inhabitants.

"I like it."

"Me too."

"That entertainment center was a bitch to put together though."

"But worth it."

"Yea."

They fall into a comfortable silence punctuated by the occasional horn from the traffic outside far below on the streets.

"Wanna christen the couch?"

"Fuck yes."

They simultaneously turn to each other in a flurry of grabbing hands. Their lips meet and slide against each other as Sollux's hands cup her cheeks and draw her closer and Roxy's goes to his waist to casually slip under the bottom of his shirt's hem. Roxy angles herself so that she slips neatly into his lap, pressing him back into the couch. Sollux smirks against her lips as she walks her fingers up his sides right up to his armpits. They break the kiss briefly to remove his shirt but soon they are back together. His hands now end up at her waist, tracing down her curves that are so well contrasted against his bony angles. As he cups her ass she lets out a soft sound of approval. Her lips move from his to his jawline and down to the side of his neck. He tilts his head back to give her more room to work as she licks and nips the gray surface to bring a yellow blush to the top.

He pulls her down against him, grinding upwards at the same time. She bites his collarbone in retaliation and rolls her hips hard enough to make him gasp. Soon his hands are scrabbling along her thighs to get to the bottom edge of her dress. He finds it and pulls it up to her waist, leaving behind faint pink streaks where his fingernails scraped across the pale skin. She wiggles her hips to help the cloth free from under her seat. Her mouth works its way up to his ear, nibbling at the lobe. Her tongue skims along the outer ridge up to the point, drawing a moan from him. He continues to gather the fabric of her dress as his hands reverse their path up her sides. Her hands work their way to his waist and flick open the button of his jeans. He forces her arms up to get the dress over her head. He lets her discard it as he goes to work on the bra clasp.

She laughs as he growls at it and laughs again at his cheer of success. He pushes the now freed straps off of her shoulders and all the way down her arms where he grabs her wrists. He leans in and places kisses against her chest, using his tongue to lap at the smooth pale skin. He shifts to carefully catch a nipple between his teeth, holding it lightly and flicking over the tip with his tongue. She fights his restraint on her hands just a little as she moans at his ministrations. She can feel his lips curl in a smile against her skin.

"Sollux... damn, Sollux. You really know how to use that tongue don't you? Let me show you what I can do," she baits him in between gasps of pleasure.

"No," he murmurs in returns as he switches to the other side.

"Please," she begs.

"No."

"Please!" Her tone touches desperate as he continues to tease her with his mouth.

"Nope." There is a faint smell of ozone and a soft crackling noise as red and blue bands appear around her wrists, freeing his own hands.

"Sollux." She pushes against the binding energy but that only results in a soft tingling sensation on her skin.

"Yea, Roxy."

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Please."

"I am psionic not psychic, Roxy. Tell me what you want."

"Please touch me!" Her hips roll forward to grind against the bulge in his pants.

"Yes, ma'am," he finally relents with a chuckle. He leans back against the couch to better watch her. His hands start out at her hips, gray skin against her pale pink. One hand slides upwards to her chest to cup the supple flesh while the other one trails along the top edge of her panties, enjoying the feel of the lace beneath his fingertips. As he reaches the center, he dips below the top in between silk and skin. He watches as her stomach muscles clench lightly in anticipation. He listens to her groans of frustration as he pauses at the top of her mound, gently brushing the blonde wisps of hair there. Eventually he gives in and dips lower into the already slick folds. He simultaneously rolls a nipple between his fingers. She gasps at the dual sensations.

He loves playing her like this. Using his different hands to evoke moans, cries, curses, and gasps from Roxy as she rolls her hips to get more friction. He even leans in every now and then to kiss her or to lick some patch of skin. Soon she is nothing more than a quivering bundle of nerves coiled so tight with pleasure. He slips two fingers inside of her.

"Sollux, Sol, Sol!" Her voice climbs in pitch at he pistons them in and out. His other hand goes to the back of her neck and pulls her down into a kiss. He feels the orgasm shudder through her body and she cries out against the kiss. Sollux still his fingers as she rides it out, letting her come down slowly until she slumps against him. She pants heavily into his collar bone, unable to hold herself up as her hands are still held in place by psionic bonds.

He kisses the side of her neck and slowly pulls his fingers away from her with only a small whimper in return. As he softly soothes her back with his clean hand, he makes quick work of the button on his jeans. He pushes the rough fabric down his hips as far as he can with Roxy still on his lap. He pulls his bulge out and give it a lazy stroke.

"You alright there, Roxy."

"Yea, just catching my breath."

"Glad you enjoyed it, babe." He maneuvers the bands on her wrists above her head, making her sit up again. She smiles lazily at him as he reaches down and strokes himself to her. Bound and coming off of the pleasure high. "Perfect."

She licks her lips as her eyes trace down his skinny chest down to his narrow hips and the pale yellow bulge curling around his hand. "Want it."

"You sure?"

"Please."

"Yes, ma'am." His hand slides down from her hip to the junction between her legs to pull her panties to the side. He lowers her arms just enough to allow her hips to line up with his. His other hand guides the tip of his bulge to her entrance. The pair moan as he slips inside. She is warm and wet. He is slick and filling. She rolls her hips against him; he pushes up against her. His hands go to her waist to help her move back and forth; her hands clutch at the air, still bound but wanting to touch him. They moved together, slowly at first but gaining speed as pleasure builds up between them. His bulge curls and shifts and reaches inside of her, filling her nicely. Her moans were nearly constant but slowly rising in pitch.

"That's it, Roxy. Fuck you feel good. You are always so perfect."

"Sollux... fuck... Sollux... I love you."

"I love you too Roxy."

"Just don't stop."

"Never." He pulled Roxy down to grind against him, letting their natural rhythm build and accelerate towards the end.

"Sollux!"

"Roxy!"

They peak with shuddering sighs. Roxy's body arches up against her bonds to get closer to him. Sollux holds her tight as pleasure swamps through him. The moment passes and Sollux finally releases his psionics and Roxy collapses down on him, tucking her face against his neck again. Slowly their breathing returned to normal. Roxy's limbs twitched with pleasurable aftershocks much to Sollux's amusement.

"Shut up you."

"Yes, ma'am."

"After dinner... you wanna christen the kitchen?"

"Fuck yes."