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The Chill Between Them (CasualVelociraptor x Alisa_Perne)

Yasmine almost stopped Erika when she started sucking her cock, but somehow she didnt pull out the stitches, only brought her to the most complete orgasm she had had in weeks. She held Erika as they fell asleep in her bed. Yasmine, arm wrapped around Erika felt the most complete she had felt in quite some time. She was starting to develop feelings for Erika and decided that even if she failed to get her Shiloh, she would let her live, and she would love her.
 
Erika was very groggy the morning after. Yasmine had really finger and tongue fucked her but good. And yet, surprisingly, she also felt an arm wrapped around her. So Erika turned around, kissed Yasmine awake, and said, “Morning, sleepyhead. I’m…I’m sorry I stabbed your cock.”
 
"Water off of a ducks back." Yasmine said, even surprising herself, but again, the events of the few weeks overwhelmed her. "I think I am falling for you Erika, something happened, something changed within me and now all I want to do is find out about my son and be at peace, I no longer wish to hurt Shiloh, or you, or anyone again, I just want to know what my son's last moments were." She said, almost as if she had made peace with the situation.
 
“I tipped you off to where we were because I saw…something in you. That you were just a mother wanting to know what happened. While I don’t blame Shiloh for going dark, and I may only be a child who lost parents, I think I can understand that you’re in a deeper pain than I was when I was seventeen, as hard as that is for me to imagine. So, I knew that if we fled, we would be hurting you even more for no reason. I just should’ve clued in the others,” Erika said, revealing that she was only 21 now.

Then she paused and considered Yasmine’s confession. “On, um, that. On that, I’m still figuring out where I am,” Erika said sheepishly, since she’d thought Yasmine would try to kill her only two days ago, “but I care about you too. I hope you see that, since I’m trying to help.” Then Erika kissed her.

“Awww, give the lady who shot one of my guys, drugged me and took me hostage a fucking Academy Award!” an angry Jane cried. “What is she doing here? Why isn’t she dead? And…wait, you love her?” she then asked Yasmine with a glare as Erika struggled with how to make amends with the super soldier.
 
"Jane." Yasmine said and stood. "For everything that I have done to you, I am sorry, I know its not much, but I promise its a start. I did terrible things to you. I turned you into a weapon, I used you to meet my needs and nothing else. Yet you still took care of me, and my needs, selflessly. I want to make it up to you, please, tell me whatever it will take and it will be yours, nothing is out of the quesiton." When Yasmine said this, it was usually reserved for her inner circle or her family, so the fact she was offering this to Jane, was a broad gesture indeed.
 
“Then marry me when your dick is fixed and your heart is hurting less, you idiot,” Jane chuckled. “I just…I don’t know if you ever said that you were falling for me once, after all this time, all we’ve been through together, and all that I’ve done for you. And then you say it to the first hot, young piece of ass that crosses your threshhold with a sob story and dick sucking lips?!”

Jane then closed her eyes and took a breath before saying, “I’ve taken my time, and I don’t have to fall. I know that I love you, Yasmine Legato. It really started building three years ago, since I held you while you cried after Jessica died. Fast forward a year, and before he left to seek his fortune, Connor told me something. He gave me the biggest hug and you know what he said?”

Jane cradled her face in her hands and started crying, then exhaled to say, “He said, ‘Take good care of Mom. She’ll need someone if anything happens to me.’ I think deep in his soul, he knew the risks of setting off on his own in this fucking city he was too good for, and he wanted you to find the love you lost with Jessica. For me though, that was a wakeup call to take my time and see if I could be with you without ruining our friendship. I think we can, but I need an answer now.” She'd just dumped Beetle's worthless ass six months ago, but it was still too early for her to get hurt again.

“That sounds…exactly like something Connor would say,” Erika said, trying to lighten the mood as she wiped tears. “He was always thinking of others.”

“Who said you could talk, slut?!” Jane demanded, about to raise her hand to slap the slender woman.

“Yeah, I think I need to use the restroom,” a very embarrassed and still very naked Erika said before scurrying away.
 
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Yasmine agrees to marry Jane
Yasmine bit her lip, and hung her head in shame, "You mean it?" Yasmine asked, "You kept his last words from me all this time?" She stood up and walked up to Jane, she wanted to hit her, right in her pretty face, and break that pretty little jaw of hers. The one that perfectly framed her face and lips. This awful person who kept her sons last words to her form her, this stupid fucking, beautiful woman, "Yes." She said, looking down, "I will."
 
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, Yas,” Jane sniffed, tears trickling down her cheeks. "He just sorta dropped that on my lap and dashed, and then didn't talk to you much in two years except around major holidays, let alone visit, so I didn't know if that would've hurt you to bring up. But enough about that. I'm done hiding from the life I want. Let's fucking do this. In a year, we'll set a date, I promise, babe."

Then Jane kissed her fiancee as she said yes. That felt so weird to think in the moment, since they'd never been out in public together, or done much apart from business than fuck, get high and order junk food, in years. And even when they were having sex, Jane remembered how that cock used to belong to a dead man called Nathaniel, and how Jane had watched as someone else promised to take her best friend till death, and then stabbed Yas in the back just as she'd died and left the father with a 24-year-old son. There'd never been room for them, until now. She hated that it was because Connor was gone, but it seemed Yasmine had finally been able to let her in.

Erika, regardless of her own feelings towards Yasmine, was barely able to contain her excitement as she returned in a bathrobe. Then Jane grinned, "One more condition on our engagement and marriage. I'm not going to tell you not to bring anyone else in, but if you do..." Jane pushed Erika down onto the couch, opened her bathrobe to reveal her breasts, and straddled her hips as she said, "I get a taste." Jane thought this would be a good compromise between the monogamy that Jessica had demanded and Yasmine had failed to fit into, causing them to cheat on each other and be unhappy until Jessica died, and a total rule-free friends with benefits arrangement like Jane and Yasmine had had. There was also the fact that Yasmine had a lot of love to give, but that it was unhealthy when focused completely on one person, as Yasmine had when she smothered Connor after losing Jessica.

"I'm into that," Erika gulped, even though she actually was. "But not right now. I need to change back into my runner garb and contact Shiloh."

"Oh, right, that little rat," Jane said. "I can't wait to break her spine on my knee for what she did to you."

A frightened Erika now pleaded with Yasmine, "Tell her. Tell her our agreement."
 
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Yasmine could do nothing but smile, she was so overwhelmed. "How long?" Yasmine asked Jane as she finally seemed to come back to reality, "How long have you felt this way Jane?" She waited for the answer till she saw the display, this of course aroused her instantly, but she contained herself as Erika pleaded with her. "Jane, we aren't going to kill Erika, let alone harm her, its difficult to explain, but I will do my best. Shiloh is to live, me killing her will not bring back Connor, I want her alive, I want to know what my son's last moments were, I want to live them and see what happened. Then I will pass final judgement. If I see that Shiloh was not responsible for Connor's death, which is what Erika has told me, she will live, but if she is responsible, we will both break her spine." She smiled, truly Yasmine believed her words, and would honor them.
 
Erika meets with Shiloh, while struggling with deep feelings for her
"My entire life. Our entire childhood in North Carolina, really," Jane said. "Before I knew what love was, or what I was, I knew I adored you, as Nathaniel and then as Yasmine. And...well, that sounds like a fair determination. I'll polish my kneepads just in case."

"I...concur," Erika said. Not like she had much of a choice other than to let them decide whether to end her beloved's life any time soon. "But also not something I can get involved in. You understand." Nor would she mention anything about spines and the breaking of them on super-soldiers' knees to Shiloh when they met, lest Shiloh get spooked and Erika get fucked to death. She was pretty sure she was trapped here either way, as Yasmine had mentioned. But whether this would be heaven or hell for her depended on Shiloh's actions the night of Connor's death.

Erika knew that Connor was the kind of person who always was what he claimed to be. She just had to hope that Shiloh was as well. Although, there had always been something melancholy about that girl, she thought as she ran from the Legato Tower to her billboard (refusing a lift by helicopter from the same Neo Varangians whose commander she'd just kidnapped, in case Shiloh was lying in wait by her billboard). She wanted to believe the best in the people she loved, but they all had pasts they were running from, literally and metaphorically. Her. Michael. Connor, clearly, who omitted his connections to organized crime. Why would Shiloh be any different?

As she was thinking all these things and making death defying leaps across routes made in her head like it was nothing, Erika didn't realize that Yasmine could see through her eyes the entire time. Instead, she hacked into the billboard to show her runner tag and whispered, "Please be out there, Shiloh. I've missed you."

Little did Erika know that Shiloh had been sitting on the edge of the billboard, waiting for hours (after Nana Ciobanu made her and the equally hung over man and woman she'd slept with- who she realized were named Erwin Burrell and Amaranta Van De Laar, respectively, and actually seemed like really cool people- eat a breakfast of Romanian goulash in their pajamas, with a loving smile creasing the laugh lines on her face) for Erika's signal. As soon as she responded, both girls took their preferred routes to Ogikubo's Noodles.

Somehow, Erika knew that Shiloh would get to the stand and order first. Connor liked to joke that she always did get a sudden burst of energy when she smelled food. But now she hunched over and guarding the all-natural, non-printed pork belly ramen, which Erika had introduced her to and Shiloh had claimed was "the best thing I've ever eaten," like it was made of gold; inhaling it rather than savoring it like she used to; and scanning the skies and streets for threats. Erika didn't blame her, but was worried about how Shiloh had been coping, especially with being on the run for weeks. She needed to resolve the situation now or Shiloh would lose her mind, she decided.

"Eriiii!" Shiloh beamed and kissed Erika on the cheek. "I thought you were dead. But I never gave up on you. I always came back to that same billboard, hoping and praying that you would send your signal and you finally did. So, how the hell did you escape Yasmine and her Neo-Gargoyle fucks?'

"I'm so glad to see you too, baby girl," Erika said, just about managing to suppress what she really wanted to say just one more time. A phrase from one of the Gaelic texts Shiloh adored so much from her homeland, and had often repeated to her.

"Mo Anam Cara," meaning "my soul friend". Which she desperately wanted to follow up with the one Japanese phrase she could still say, that she could remember her father saying to her mother with all the love in his heart. Before all the chaos, before they died telling her to run while she couldn't do anything but, lest the crowd kill her too.

"私は最初にあなたに目を置いた瞬間からあなたを愛してきた."

"Hajimete ata tokikara sukidata."

"I've loved you from the moment I first laid eyes on you."

That (and her desire to eventually be Mrs. Erika Chambers-Mayer) would not serve the silver haired girl well, even if Erika meant it more seriously than the jokey, flirty compliments she usually paid to her fellow courier. Erika dove right into explaining that, no, she hadn't escaped, and that instead she had gotten Yasmine to see their side of the story. She also admitted and apologized for her role in telling Yasmine where they were after Connor died. Shiloh then stared at her half eaten ramen in stony silence, and only responded when Erika beseeched her.

"I mean, before Yasmine sent in a battalion of armed mooks to hunt us, I get it. You were scared about her doing just that, and wanted to settle things diplomatically. You always were arbitrating fights between us over the littlest things. But after? After they chased me for two weeks, after they made me sleep on a pile of trash, after they killed Michael? How could you work with Yasmine now?" Then Shiloh realized, and her mouth hung open in horror.

"How many times have you fucked?" she asked, knowing that Erika could get very doe-eyed about somebody she'd just slept with. However, Shiloh knew that Erika had been been hurt too many times by randos these past three years, and it made Shiloh angry that Yasmine was tricking her best friend in the same manner.

"Look...once, but that's not relevant. I promise you, Yasmine's changed."

"Really convincing performance there, Eri," Shiloh said, slowly clapping her hands with contempt written all over her face.

"Hey!" Erika cried, taken aback that Shiloh would act like this.

"Don't hey me, Erika. I know you're hurting after Michael, and you want to have some semblance of a normal life. But Yasmine destroyed me. I have no money, I've practically slept with one eye open for two weeks, everyone I've ever loved has either died or betrayed me by her hand, and all because...what, she thinks I'm responsible for Connor's death? If she knew Connor at all, or cared about you in the slightest, she would know that wasn't true."

"Oh, Shi," Erika said, her heart breaking for her best friend. The Japanese girl held the Irish girl's freckled face, thumbs tracing over every beautiful dot, and continued, "I told her as much, honey. She understands. She just wants to hear from you about Connor's last night alive, and his last words to you."

"Oh, NOW she wants to hear me out?! What, so she can trick me again and kill me herself? Maybe she should've said that before she tried to trap me with a bunch of assault rifles pointed at my face, or sent three helicopters after me in the middle of a fucking once in a century blizzard," Shiloh raged as she thought about his last words before he died, knocking away her hands with her arms., nearly knocking Erika out of her chair.

"Hey, Shiloh, I know you're a regular here, but you're scaring away my customers," Arakawa-san, who ran the shop named after his late father, tried to say.

Undeterred, Shiloh slammed her fist on the table, rattling both their bowls, and demanded with a pointed, gloved finger, "What reason would I have to hurt Connor?"

"It's not me you have to convince of that."

"Why do I owe Yasmine anything?"

"Don't do it for her, then. Do it for me. If you have nothing to hide, then just tell her what happened, and we can live comfortably with her, and never have to worry about money or food ever again." Together died on her lips.

"I wish it was that easy, but Erika- I...I've met some people. They promised they can help keep me safe."

"But Shiloh! If you do this, you'll be throwing everything away."

"I came to this city to start over, and although I care about you, there's nothing else left on the surface for me, so I have to do that again. I'm sorry, and I will miss you and always appreciate that you tried to help, but go back to that phallic tower of hers with Yasmine's offer and shove it up her wrinkly old ass, along with whatever else you like to put up there," Shiloh said, then dropped her remaining noodles on Erika's head. Not only did it give her a moment to run away and blend into the crowd while Erika was busy clearing the lukewarm broth and ingredients from her eyes, but it also short circuited her BioJack, cutting the feed.
 
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"Erika?" Yasmine said, trying to communicate to the woman she had lost the feed entirely, "Jane, find her, bring her back to me safely, now please. As quickly as you can." Yasmine wasn't angry, she wasn't even upset, she was worried, "Bring a whole army if you have to, Shiloh is gone, but I cannot see through Erikas eyes anymore, bring her back, I need to know what happened. Shiloh ran, but she is not priority, Erika is, please, find her." She was begging, "Erika?" she said, trying to tap into the feed again, "Erika are you there?!" She was getting nervous she paced around, "Find her, please, Jane, I beg you."
 
Shiloh disappears into the Metro
"It will be done," Jane nodded. "If she laid a hand on Erika, or Connor, or anyone else, that Irish leprechaun will pay, I promise you," she added, then demanded over the radio to the unit. "All Neo Varangians! Priority level Alpha objective: lock down Pacifica District and secure the safety of Erika Chambers. Secondary, low-level objective is to take custody of Shiloh Mayer. Only engage with lethal force if she does." The last thing she did was have her armor delivered by drone, then jumped out of a window to a waiting helicopter.

With that, the manhunt was on. And bring a whole army, Jane did.

Within moments, a YellowZone was established with the cooperation of IBRS forces, and no one was allowed in or out, but no one was suppressed, lethally or otherwise, even when they pushed up against the lightly electrified AR perimeter in anger at being blocked from commuting, and received static shocks in their cars or to their persons from it.

In the midst of it, some witnesses reported that a woman who matched Shiloh's description was seen arguing with two other people, a man and a woman. But Shiloh had apparently disappeared into the Metro, the underground transit system between the surface and the various Bummock Sectors. No one, not even Resort Security, could enter the area between stations while trains were shut down without the cooperation of the various underground communities such as the Fourth Reich and the IceBurgh Soviet Socialist Republic, and since Shiloh had been deemed low-level, and no one could find the people she had supposedly been fighting with to establish a lead on where she might be headed, that was the end of that.

Shiloh Mayer, if she'd ever properly existed in the first place in the eyes of the city apart from her BioJack, was declared legally dead later that day by a tired, underpaid bureaucrat in the Guest Tracking Department.

Erika, on the other hand, was fortunately found in a bathroom washing out the food from her clothes about an hour after the lockdown started, so the YellowZone was lifted and Pacifica District was returned to something resembling normal. However, she would never be normal again, not truly, even when she finished crying all the tears she had over Shiloh.

When Erika got back to Yasmine’s room, she explained what happened and that Shiloh hadn't hurt her, nor could she. She also begged Yasmine to let Shiloh go; there was no way she ever harmed Connor, and now she was no longer a threat. So, she hoped, they could grieve their shared loss together, and build something new.

Together.
 
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"Erika, darling." Yasmine said, "As much as I would like to let her go free, I cannot, I have no intentions to hurt her, I just need to know what happened to my Connor, that night he died. I need to know." She looked off to the side, "You know, I was watching you the whole time till the feed was cut, I saw you leaping from building to building, teetering on death, mixing chaos and control as you preformed feats I had never witnessed. I...I want to see that again, I'm old Erika, and I am not nimble, but through your eyes I saw a part of the city I had never seen, and I live in and own the tallest tower here. So....maybe, sometime, you can show me again? Show me the parts I've never seen, take me to those secret spots, I want to see through your eyes." Yasmine was romanticizing the idea, and truth be told, if Erika ever took her to those spots, or to some romantic rooftop, she was going to join her, she didn't know how, but she would make it happen.
 
"I...I don't know if, or when, I'll be able to see Shiloh again. Or even if she will be Shiloh next time I see her," Erika said, tears welling up from frustration. Shiloh did always have a knack for camouflage. "I wish I could do more to help, but I feel like between not saying something to Connor about not running the route he did, the raid on our flat, stabbing you in the dick, and failing to bring Shiloh in, all of this is my fault. But maybe that's just being the mother to all my friends because I don't have one, like Connor used to say." They were all brutal comedians in the courier group, because unless they got lucky and discovered new things like the DVD player from the night of the raid (it was a shame that Erika hadn't saved it!), usually there wasn't anything else to do other than eat out or in, sleep, fuck and get high. "And I mean, do I have the best Connor stories."

She was about to spin a yarn about him when Yasmine said that she enjoyed the view of the city through Erika's eyes, but that she was too old. (Which, hello, Yasmine looked like she could Erika's age! Maybe an older sister. There was no room in Erika's mind for Yasmine to complain about her looks.)

"Why don't you see them for yourself? You're never too old to try something new. You just need a trainer. How about...you officially hire me as your personal trainer? We can start small, with balance, then move on to clearing small hurdles, and then a simple wallrun. You won't be able to run across the city faster than a drone, but you won't need to do that sort of thing either. I'll definitely show you all my old haunts. It'll only cost room and board..."

Erika bit her lip and looked down at Yasmine's bulge, then back up with a lascivious grin. "...and personally training me on your dick, once it's safe to do so. Like, you can start really slowly, get me used to you." Erika now straddled Yasmine and wrapped her arms around the queenpin's neck. "Then fuck as fast as you want naturally. And then link up our BioJacks. Over a period of, I dunno, a few weeks, something like that, I think I should be able to gain the endurance for this. Without being fucked to death, to be clear." Erika winked and kissed Yasmine.
 
Yasmine blushed.....Yasmine......blushed. She looked away, bit her lip, "I-I don't know, Im fourty seven." she said honestly, almost shocked at the number herself, "I may fall, and hurt myself or die, and then what?" She tugged at her dress nervously when Erika went on to talking about Yasmine fucking her, and again, she blushed, "Erika, you know I am marrying Jane right? Like, you are okay with this?" She was nervous, she had never had someone want her before. Well her wife did in the beginning, towards the end they were distant, but in the beginning of their relationship she was wanted. Now, someone else wanted her, like truly, and TWO PEOPLE nonetheless, it was almost overwhelming. "Why?" She asked, "Tell me why you want me, right now."
 
"And you've been bed ridden for several weeks now. To get your body back in shape after your stitches are taken out will require focus, but it is possible, if you follow my lead," Erika said. "My dad, John Chambers, was a United States Army officer stationed in Japan when he met my mom. He was in peak physical shape. My mom, not so much. But by the end of their lives, they both were in good shape, and ran as fast they could." From being trampled to death in Tokyo, which they didn't do successfully, but Erika didn't dwell on that. "Anyway, he told me when he trained me in an Army-style course that, 'Every body is a weapon. But not all weapons are the same.' Meaning, we can't all be the big ass sword, but the human body is remarkable, and always can be."

And as for the last question, Erika blushed, "Well, I wouldn't explore what you mean to me- what we mean to each other- if Jane wasn't okay with it, or if I wasn't polyamorous. Make sure you have time for just you and her, whatever you decide, but I think she's cool with me being one on one with you. I want you, and more importantly I want to get to know you, because despite all the dark rumors I've ever heard, you've shown yourself to be very merciful, sweet, loving, there for me in my grief despite your own...and above all, human. Connor was a great guy, and it makes perfect sense since he had a great mom."
 
"I was terrible." A tear ran down her cheek, "I pushed him away, I was controlling and I constantly hovered, do you know why he pulled his bio chip? I was tracking him, watching his every move, I was terrified he would end up doing something stupid, I didn't trust him, and he ran from me." She descended to the floor in a crumpled heap, "He ran because I was a monster, when I lost my wife everything got really dark for me, I saw Connor as the last remaining legacy I had alive, and now, now hes gone too, I'm going to die in this tower with no one to take over, no one to despite how evil everyone thinks I am, keep this city alive. My security is the only thing in this town that keeps order. Now, no one can carry on my work." She started sobbing. "Connor's dead!" She slammed her fist into the marble with a dull thud. "JANE!" She shouted, hoping the woman was nearby, "PLEASE!"
 
As Yasmine feels guilt over how she treated Connor, Erika agrees to have kids with Yasmine, since Jane can’t
Jane had been in the bathroom, but quickly washed her hands and helped Yasmine steady herself as she was called in. "What happened?"

"She's just feeling emotional still, about Connor," Erika said.

Jane nodded sagely and sighed, "I heard all of that, by the way. It's okay if you want to be in love with her. I think I made my one and only condition pretty clear," Jane smirked and grabbed Erika's ass, which elicited a gasp and a purr from the Japanese woman. "I just want to be your only wife. The main person who takes care of you when you're old. Cause I can live for a hundred years with these augments and still look like this. But you're still gonna look like a supermodel to me, even when you're 100."

"Wow! Sign me up for that," Erika joked.

"Trust me...you really don't want to go through the US Army's augmentation program," Jane chuckled to herself, even though she knew Erika wasn't serious about it. And she was giving the kid some slack; knowing that Erika's dad had been an officer like Jane made her respect Yasmine's younger companion a little bit more.

"The thing is," Jane said. "I wish I could help with the legacy thing. I've always wanted kids. But, ya see...uh...can't have one myself. They sterilized us. Somethin’ ‘bout hormone imbalances or such shit, according to the eggheads. I consented and everything, but that was back when you were dating Jessica and I was pretty resigned to finding anyone else, let alone someone I could have kids with."

"I...just...haven't thought about it, honestly," Erika said. "But..." she trailed off, rubbing the back of her neck. "If we have the chemistry after having sex properly, I'm certainly fertile enough to try for a kid with you. No promises yet, but I think I'd be happy to help you out with that."

"Any kid of yours would be lucky, Yasmine. Plus, we're gonna have three moms around here. It's gonna fucking rock," Jane said with a fist pump.
 
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Yasmine smiled as she looked at the two of them, "I love you, so much." She meant that for both of them, "I guess its true what they say about tragedy, it can really bring people together." She turned to look at Erika, "I would be absolutely honored if you carried my child, and Jane." She turned to the woman, "Your love for me has melted an old woman's heart of stone." She grinned, "Order some take out and lets watch a horribly emotional movie and who knows where the night will go, I just want to spend it with my two best friends." Yasmine smiled as she sniffed and cried tears of joy.
 
One month after Connor’s death, Yasmine meets with a stripper named Brona
"I think this is what Connor would've wanted. To have his cougar mom bag two young hotties," Jane joked. Even though she 46, only one year younger than Yasmine, and they could both easily be Erika's lost lesbian moms, they were all adults here, and were really into each other, so who was anyone hurting? Certainly not the three of them, who did indeed enjoy an amazing movie marathon over Japanese food; Jane hadn't eaten it much despite being in a town with a high percentage of Asians from all over the world in it, and Yasmine wanted to celebrate Erika's culture, so Erika placed a massive delivery order for sushi rolls, ramen, AND sashimi from Ogikubo's. Arakawa-san nearly had a heart attack, but to his credit, he closed down the restaurant (because with an order like that, he could afford to!), and got it to the Legato brand drone that picked it up in about an hour.

Meanwhile, Shiloh was having a very different meal. She'd managed to avoid some predatory Nazis that lurked in the Metro and hitch a ride on the back of a train from Pacifica Station down to Bummock Sector 4, and was hiding out in a dumpster in the back of a gentleperson's club, eating some buffet items that were half gnawed and still left in their styrofoam containers, so were probably safe-ish to eat. It was waste like this, Shiloh had decided, that was slowly killing the world, so if she could hide out here for a few days until the heat around her from Yasmine died and eat all the free food she wanted, maybe she might make a difference. That, and she was hungry as fuck. She decided she would rather be a dumpster diver with integrity than live comfortably having murdered and robbed an elderly Romanian woman with a fake will, like Amaranta and Erwin had suggested at Pacifica after Shiloh's meeting with Erika. (As for those two, hopefully her anonymous tip to the Romanian mafia had yielded results. She had vowed never to kill anyone, but who else really had the power to protect such a fragile woman? Besides, Shiloh wouldn't be involved...directly.)

Then an old man flipped up the lid of the dumpster and pointed a shotgun at her, forcing Shiloh out with a yelp, the poor young girl shaking in her running shoes and smelling like a skunk that had been left out in the sun too long to him. Then he noted she had a nice body and offered her a job...

One month after Connor's death

Yasmine wouldn't normally go to the Bummock if she could help it, but the stitches had been taken out, her penis was working again, and she desperately wanted to use it again. Of course Jane would be down when she returned home, but Yasmine also wanted one more night of freedom to really have some fun before she threw herself into trying for a baby with Erika and getting coached in parkour took up the rest of it. And so, what harm was there, necessarily, in going to a club like Prime Eight in Sector 4, that was really hopping? Part of it was because they'd finally gotten natural chicken wings and other food that didn't taste like rubber, but a lot of why they'd been able to get the money to do so was because of a new batch of strippers. It was a team effort from the men, women and others who danced here, but one name in particular came up a lot.

Brona.

And lo and behold, Yasmine had gotten there just in time. The girl with the silver hair, hued with purple, was dancing to Work B*tch topless. She was also really working the pole like Yasmine wanted her pole to be worked, and according to the bookie was available to be booked for private dances at a rate of 10,000 BB an hour.
 
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Yasmine stared at the woman who she had heard of, her sliver hair, her tattoos, that tight, perfect body, and those eyes, those beautiful grey eyes. Yasmine had decided she would take Brona for a private dance before she sat down, but something still compelled her to watch the woman dance. When it was over she motioned for the woman to come near, holding up a wad of cash, she whispered in the woman's ear when she got close, "How much to get you to leave your shift right now and come home with me for a night?" She fanned out the money, easily tens of thousands of dollars, "This enough?" A smirk crossed her face, "I've also got twelve more reasons in my pants, if this isn't enough." Yasmine gestured to her bulge, easily visible, especially since she was aroused by Brona.
 
"I don't do home consults, even with insurance," Brona quipped in Yasmine's ear and winked at her bulge, her bravado keeping the Shiloh inside her from bolting in fear of finally meeting Yasmine face to face. "But keep talking up your wallet, and we can work something out in a private room upstairs," she then added with a twirl, her tight, athletic ass and breasts bouncing just the right way.
 
"Name your price." She nipped at Brona's ear, "Whatever you want, I'll pay it, I just want one night with you, the full experience, I want you to fuck me, suck me, ride me like you love me."
 
"Ten million BurghBucks and you can fuck me all night,” Brona grinned, thinking that Yasmine would surely lose her appetite. Many men in the audience who had more money than sense flashed their checkbooks at her, but Brona grinned, "Sorry boys, the auction house is closed."
 
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"Deal, I'll transfer half now, and half when we are done. Sound fair?" Yasmine grinned, of course it was fair, it was more than fair, "Just fuck me like you love me." She added.
 
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