A/N I've been doing my best to keep this fic M rated, and non-explicit, but it was a big challenge in this chapter. If you don't mind smut and feel like this chapter is a bit choppy, head over to my account on AO3 (Forlorn_Melody)
They make contact like binary stars, pulling at each other until no outer layers remain. Maya pulls the Clone close, running her hand up the back of her shirt, grabbing the clasps on her bra and her knuckles dragging up her spine. Her pull is almost too much, but it sets the Clone on fire. She kisses back in kind, ravishing her mouth, grasping the hard edges and curves that a life as a Cerberus agent has bought her. The Clone feels the power, the danger in those muscles, and it makes her heart race.
Breaking for air, Maya studies her face, running her index finger down the Clone's cheek. "You look so much like her." She says quietly.
The Clone sees her eyes dilated with need. She can't help but smirk. "Didn't realize you wanted to kill her and fuck her."
Maya grips her arm, her nails digging into her skin. "Just kiss me already."
"Aye aye, Ms. Brooks." The Clone explores her mouth, shivering as she imagines tasting other places, and being tasted in turn. Part of her can't believe this is happening, after so many months of picturing what it would be like. She runs a hand down Maya's chest, reminding herself that it's real, not some feverish dream in the shower, or a frustrated night in the sheets after Brooks has fallen asleep.
Maya's lips trail down her chin, sucking the skin where her jaw meets her ear, and the Clone can't help but gasp at the sensation. This makes Maya smile, and she lets the Clone feel her teeth grazing her skin. She moans, unfastening Maya's jacket as fast as her fumbling fingers can.
"Didn't realize you wanted to kill me and fuck me." Maya repeats her words back to her with a laugh, and the Clone seals her mouth with hers, pressing her against the wall. Grabbing the back of the Clone's buzzed head, Maya tilts her head back, finding that spot that makes her sing, again. With the Clone distracted, she spins them around, pushing the Clone into the wall, and her thigh between hers.
The Clone swallows, meeting Maya's eyes as their ragged breaths intermingle between them.
Leaning closer, so that their noses touch, Maya asks, "How badly do you want this?" She grabs the Clone's hips, grinding against one of her thighs. The friction feels oh so good, but the angle is just shy of what could be.
"Mm, right now? More than anything." The Clone goes to kiss her again, but Maya pushes her head back, her shoulders down.
"Then get on the floor, now."
After, the Clone rolls over breathing in the warmth and their mingled scents like it's ambrosia. She reaches to trace the lines of Maya's arms, to find her partner already sitting up. The Clone looks up in time to see Maya grab a fresh set of clothes, and the kit necessary for a sponge bath. (No working showers in the facility, at least not yet.)
She rolls over onto the spot still warm from Maya's body. Nestling into that warmth, the Clone runs her hand along the sheets, her mind still caught in their moments together, her lips still swollen from their feverish kisses. Somehow, her heart is far away. Maybe, just maybe, the Clone is finally becoming what she's meant to be.