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The Chill Between Them (CasualVelociraptor x Alisa_Perne)

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"No. I heard of him, but I never met him," Deirdre lied in between shooting the monsters that grew in size and number and threatened to overwhelm them. "And as for your offer, I prefer to work alone. I mean, I'm grateful to Deirdre Division for doing everything they can to protect innocent people and deter crime in their neighborhood without getting the corrupt police involved, even if they have to kill people in self-defense. However, I am not affiliated with, nor do I know anyone in their ranks, and I prefer it that way. I think the people who see me on the streets think so too, because they could become me if only they stood up for what's right."

"I heard that, bitch!" one of the Resort Security officers yelled. "Blah, blah, blah. All you do is talk and send people to the hospital with impunity while people who are too lazy to better themselves cheer because they need easy saviors and scapegoats. You think we're robotic stormtroopers, who have it so easy, who don't feel every bullet we have to fire, or hear everyone who cries for mercy before we throw them into hard labor in our dreams, when we know to disobey even the slightest order means ruin for us and our families?! You try being one of us for a day, making the split-second decisions we do every day, and then get back up on your high horse, you armchair quarterback snowflake!"

A giant mutant bat dropped down from the ceiling, ending his counterargument with its teeth.

"Whoa! That one's new!" one of the Deirdre Division girls yelled as she shot at it, and the bullets bounced off its armor ineffectually. Then an alligator the size of a tank, who could probably only be killed by one, burst through a wall and ate her too.

"Enough talking! Shooting these big guys clearly won't work. Just run, everyone!" Deirdre screamed. That, she and Erika both knew how to do as they both parkoured on the desiccated walls of the underground.

"Get back to the security elevator! It's the only way out of here," Jane said as the monsters fought each other over the human scraps, buying everyone else a little bit more time while the IBRS led them there.
 
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Yasmine, was horrified, she had heard stories, but had never been down here to bear witness to the monstrosities that lurked beneath the city. "First order of business in making this city better, purge it of those monsters." She said while she was running with the group.
 
Yasmine and co. escape the monsters; but at what cost?
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    • "Oh, wow. More talk! Don't you think we've tried?! It takes sustained bombing to break those things' armor, and we can't do that repeatedly or risk destroying the entire city. If we haven't exterminated them by now in the ten years that this city's been in operation, what makes you think you'll fare any better?" one of the IBRS soldiers retorted as the alligator delivered the killing blow to the giant bat's throat, and began rampaging towards everyone else. More out of a sense of revenge at the tiny creatures that had made it this way rather than any hunger, for it could feast on the bat for weeks on end, the heating gland in its belly substituting for the poor amount of sunlight in aiding digestion.

    "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Jane snapped. "Inside, everyone."

    But once Deirdre, Erika, Jane, Yasmine and a couple IBRS soldiers were inside the elevator, despite there being plenty of room still, the elevator door AI glitched under the immense stress of its connection to the power grid and therefore the server being rattled by the immense footfalls of the alligator and closed prematurely, then began calculating the trip to the surface without any user input.

    "Open the goddamn door right now, you fascists!" Deirdre demanded.

    "I can't, idiot. It's locked me out!" one of the IBRS guys exclaimed while pounding on the console in frustration. Still, at least Deirdre gave credit to the other one, who shot out the plexiglass in the door as the standard IceBurgh AI voice belted out "WARNING: PHYSICAL INTEGRITY ERROR" and tried to find any kind of manual override, or at least offer people the option of crawling in through the window. She then ordered everyone to stand back and blasted the door with the last of her shotgun slugs. It dented the titanium significantly, but didn't break it, so she threw it to the ground in fury. And any more ammunition used inside from the rifles threatened to ricochet.

    But a nonbinary individual in the Deirdre Division yelled, "Go! We'll hold it off as long as we can."

    "But..." Deirdre tried to plead.

    "GO!"

    And go the elevator did of its own accord, with no one saying anything further. Once it reached the surface, Deirdre dropped a smoke grenade, clocked the guard that had called her an idiot in the head with the empty gun, and then punched the door off, disappearing into the crowd while the remaining conscious soldier tried to scan through the smoke with an infrared scope on his rifle to find her.

    "Stand down. She's in the wind," Jane said, and he listened; even though she wasn't technically his commanding officer, she had the gravitas of one.

    Back underground, despite being slowed significantly by the annoying beestings the humans called bullets, the alligator killed most of the remaining Deirdre Division and IBRS members in minutes, and per IBRS protocols, their armor combusted to protect proprietary Resort Corporation data and patents, destroying their BioJacks in the process. But one IBRS girl was left alive, for now, and she didn't know why as she held her intestines inside and blood slowly filled the one eye that could still see.

    "Good boy, Robespierre," Toussaint grinned, though it wasn't visible through his mask, as his remaining forces fanned out through the tunnel and executed the remaining Romanians, as well as anyone else playing dead. "Now, if you don't want to tell me where Deirdre is going- and that's strange, considering that she's your mortal enemy- renounce your ties to the oppressive Resort Corporation, and join the Jacquerites, then that's fine. I'll just BioJack you and then you can serve the revolution in death."

    "I'm not telling your revolution shit, terrorist." Toussaint had killed too many of her friends before to schmooze her.

    "Terrorist is a word used by the weak to discredit those who do what is necessary to earn true freedom," Toussaint knelt down to her level to hiss, as his pet alligator opened its cavernous jaws to threaten her.

    "Go to hell," she said and blew her brains out with her pistol, destroying any information a BioJack might have provided as her suit disintegrated her body.

    "BioJack anyone whose brains are still intact and see what you can find," Toussaint said. "She'll retreat back here eventually."

    "And then we're going hunting."
     
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    • "More lives lost, because of me." Yasmine said, gritting her teeth. "More blood spilled." Yasmine hung her head, she took a few steps forward and practically fell into Jane. "I just want it to stop." she said, crying, "I built an empire on blood and bone and the backs of the weak, and now, I want to burn it to the ground and start over." She started sobbing, and not the gentle, I'm sorta sad sobbing, the outright screaming and crying. She was a broken woman again, her heart ached, and her mind reeled.
     
    The crowd was still a little disoriented and confused from the smoke, so they didn't see one of the most powerful people in all of the North Atlantic IceBurgh before Erika kissed her and then slapped her seconds later, indicative of how turbulent her relationship was with Yasmine.

    "Let's get you home before you make a scene," Jane sighed as the IBRS soldier called for a helicopter and a medevac for his friend. Soon, they were back at the penthouse, and got Yasmine into bed while both women flanked her, debating among themselves what to order for dinner to take their minds off the tiring events of today.

    Then Jane couldn't take it anymore. "You've been so reckless lately, Erika! It's a wonder you survived this long as a courier when you clearly don't care about anything except your own anger."

    "I do care! About this baby, about Yasmine even though she killed my father, about you even when you act like my goddamn mom when I don't have a mom..." Erika started sobbing. "And now I've lost the love of my life forever, before I ever had a chance to not be a coward and tell her how much she meant to me."

    "That's no reason to throw your life away, Erika."

    "What your stubborn old ass doesn't understand is, I was hardly ever in danger so long as I was running." Jane opened her mouth to retort, but was more confused than anything.

    "It's hard to explain. When you train as a courier, you build a high degree of focus while running at your top speed that allows you to perceive things in slightly less time than most people. To flow like water. Call it honed reflexes, adrenaline, mental conditioning, tunnel vision, peak human athleticism, call it what you want; I'm not entirely sure what it was, still don't, but once I really got good at parkour, I found myself able to think a couple milliseconds ahead of reality. That's how Shiloh was able to get away, while Connor probably lost focus and did not. Basically, our philosophy is to move or die, and we can't even stumble once. The way you beat that smug wannabe sheriff is by either moving faster than her, which is hard for people who haven't had the life of a courier, or find a way to prevent her from moving the way she would want."

    "Beat Deirdre?" Jane frowned, even more confused than before. "But she makes some pretty good points, and besides, why not just let IBRS deal with her while we let Yasmine repair her image? Especially since bullets can move faster than people."

    "Ah, but not smarter than people. You get a split second while a gun is being raised to figure out the probable trajectory of the gunfire and, for instance, drop out of a wall run to confuse them, or jump to another wall, or what have you, and then close the distance and land on someone's head from above, kick them from below, just run away, or any number of tactics. Michael nearly killed a purse snatcher when he kneed him in the chest from a wall jump once."

    Then Erika cleared her throat and muttered a short prayer for serenity in Japanese, her lessons clearly going well.

    "As for why I want to beat Deirdre, her demands seem to be based on blind rage and vengeance, even if she has reasonable complaints about Yasmine's behavior. For instance, her little stunt at the garage provoked Yasmine, that wrecking ball she broke could have killed people, and if the IBRS has to comb the entire city for her, they definitely WILL be ordered to kill innocent people, couriers or no, in order to draw her out. There are many ways to fix what ails the IceBurgh, but that soldier also had a point; not every problem in this city can be punched away, and we can't let her dictate to us or she'll never stop. Money can't fix things alone either, but the only way to give us space to help this city ourselves as best we can is to either stop her before the IBRS does more damage fighting her, or shut down Yasmine's illegal operations in one fell swoop to not give her a chance to attack us, and perhaps draw her attention to other nefarious forces, like the literal underground Nazis."

    Erika concluded, "So, while I think that you should try to divest as much of the criminal side of your organization as possible, while giving that illegal money to charity to avoid accusations of money laundering, you should prepare to fight her in case she becomes crazed."
     
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    "What about this third party." Yasmine said, still sniffing, recovering from crying, "A mysterious person messaged me and demanded I surrender most of my assets to them and my security be put in the hands of the IRBS, this person has malicious intent. They are a threat, yet we know nothing about them, clearly they are not with Dierdre and they are working towards another goal. So many people want to see me fall."
     
    The blackmailer blocks Sita from selling off or shutting down her criminal assets
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    • "All the more reason to beat Deirdre and/or render her crusade moot quickly," Erika explained, "and make her see that we're actually in the right here. Or trying to be, anyway. The longer she draws our attention to her with her attacks on your operations, the less time we have to find out who this unknown person or persons are before they make their move."

    Jane quickly interjected. "Also, I can see why you thought differently, but I think that mysterious messenger was more speaking metaphorically, in that he, she or they 'owns' you through the leverage gained by their persuading the Council not to assassinate you when you...you know"- she didn't want to say, for Erika's sake- "as well as dangling the carrot of giving you the identity of yet another mysterious person who..." Jane said, making finger quotes over the word 'owns,' but then thinking better of finishing that sentence, since Yasmine already knew that a lot of people were gunning for her.

    "My love...if anyone comes for my queen, they best not miss. Even though you frustrate me a lot sometimes, I'm with you to the end of the line," Erika said. Again, she was still wrestling with how to deal with the loss of so many people she cared about prior to falling like an asteroid into Yasmine's orbit, but if she was going to be a satellite, then she was determined to be her Moon- shining brilliantly through her darkness- alongside Jane.

    "Ditto, Yas. Like I keep saying, you're not getting rid of me that easy," Jane smiled and ruffled Yasmine's hair like she used to when they were dirt poor kids from North Carolina named Jane Duvall and Nathaniel Legato and all they had was the stream they liked to play in and each other. Nothing more needed to be said by her, nor was she so inclined. And so, as they did many nights, they had a mind-blowing threesome, got high, and ordered traditional Irish fare such as corned beef, cabbage and potatoes delivered by drone, which they used to get every St. Patrick's Day and for Shiloh's stated birthday of May 25th, in honor of her best friend and Sapphic flame. (Erika wanted to ask Yasmine if she would help her legitimize couriering as an art and business in the age of drones, and in opposition to the Resort's monopoly on delivery, but that would have to wait for when she wasn't stoned out of her mind.)

    Once Yasmine's two lovers fell fast asleep from the cornucopia of drugs and hefty pub food in their bellies, Yasmine got another message from the mysterious number.

    "I AM ALWAYS WATCHING. You're not allowed to just take your ball and go home, Yasmine, not after the rest of the Council and I looked the other way while you thought you were getting away with so much shit. For now, we need your entire organization intact to use as bait to trap Deirdre and the terrorist who threatens to bring everything down on our heads. Now quit your whining and take whatever losses they inflict on your bank account like a good girl."

    Meanwhile, in the abandoned restaurant mere blocks from the Irish restaurant, the exhausted Irish girl who her best friend thought dead, who now bore the heavy mantle of Deirdre cried herself to sleep, alone and shivering in the fetal position on a goddamn concrete floor. It seemed that the deeper she went into this life, the more the warmth she'd felt Connor, Erika and Michael faded away, the more she was having to spin a web of lies to cover her tracks. For instance, Sandra, who had been her best friend in the Irish mafia and an advocate for her peaceful exit, had been gunned down by the Romanians after being summoned to that cafe on false pretenses by the mask she called Brona, and then was rewarded by having her corpse deceptively turned into another mask that a bribed official had rechristened Shiloh.

    All to support...what exactly? Shiloh's rage against a woman who was trying to be atone for her sins? A hunger for notoriety as Deirdre, someone feared and adored but who would never be, could never let herself love? A vendetta against the life Erika wanted, because Shiloh was angry she hadn't shared her zeal for revenge, or because Shiloh was now too far gone into scarred over grief that she picked at relentlessly out of self-hatred while treading the waters of madness (with a vow never to kill again the only thing keeping her afloat) to have it for herself? At what point would this all be worth it? Would she be free to breathe again? Would running hold the allure and escape it used to, instead of serving as a means of distracting from her demons? All these questions weighed her down, such that she didn't even dream that night.
     
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    • This time the text message woke her up, she read it and sat bolt upright in bed, she did not know how to respond, she feared that if she responded this person would inflict further damage upon her already crumbling life. She sat there, staring at the message for a few moments more before very slowly and quietly getting out of bed. Careful not to disturb her two lovers. She walked onto her balcony and slid the door open, stepping into the cool night air. "Whoever you are." She said to the city below. "You have poked the dragon, and nobody wins this fight." Yasmine was a rollercoaster of emotions, two people who seemed to be on opposite sides yet had the same goal were going to war with her, if she had to spend every last penny to keep her family safe she would.
     
    "Oh no, I'm so scared of you! 😱" the person on the other side texted again. "Since you're clearly being slow, I'll clue you in again. If you attempt to sell any part of your company off without running it by me first, then there will be consequences. For you, for Jane, for Erika. Do you understand now, you hag?"

    Since Yasmine hadn't sent them a message, that could only mean that they had some sort of listening device planted inside the apartment.
     
    When Yasmines phone buzzed again, she looked down at the text message. She had said those words aloud not in a text message. The realization hit her immediately. "That was too far." she said, aloud. She walked into the bedroom and pulled her pistol out from underneath the pillow. "The beast has been awoken." she said. She pointed the gun at a security camera in the corner of her balcony. "Keep your eye on this, because you will never see it coming." She pulled the trigger and the bullet obliterated the camera.

    "Jane!" She said loudly but firmly, "Get in contact with the IRBS commander now, tell him to deploy his forces to the sewers to search for this mystery man and kill the awful monsters down there. They have access to my resources, give them whatever they need, they are not allowed to lose. Pull all of my security off the above ground laundering, and casinos and all other illegal operations. I want to turn this place into a fortress and lure Dierdre out." She was still brandishing the pistol, as she walked into the living room, a shot was heard as she obliterated another camera, "And find the rest of the bugs."
     
    Six months after Connor's death, Deirdre decides to meet with Yasmine (TW: suicidal ideation).
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    • The Councilperson wasn't too worried by this minor setback, so he had a drone drop off a message with their next delivery of food the next day- even as Erika was conversing with Jane and Yasmine in fluent Japanese (after something reawakened inside her brain, and she got BioJack upgrades for them), making it harder to decipher what they were saying- that said, "I'm still watching. XOXO, Puppetmaster." The next day, Erika persuaded Yasmine to hire couriers for all her mail, food, etc. instead.

    Despite their speed, couriers normally couldn't compete with the speed and efficiency of the Resort Corporation drones that had a monopoly on all legal delivery, but couriers still delivered nearly everything in under a day, and were valued for their discretion. (Plus, for many people, it was the only contact they had with another human, or the only good contact, anyway.) Over time, as she swelled with life and began listening to and talking with younger, not pregnant couriers about routes, parkour strategies, etc., Erika also realized that she might make a good dropper. It saddened her to think that she wouldn't be able to run the way she used to after giving birth, even once she lost the baby weight, due to lessened muscle tone. However, she could guide and mentor someone else like Beetle had. Jane then talked Yasmine, several weeks later, into darkening her windows, turning the bedroom obstacle course into a permanent fixture, as well as adding a zipline and harness from the parking garage level straight to the roof so that couriers could enter and crash on the guest bed if need be...or perhaps join Erika, Jane and Yasmine in their bed if they were so inclined.

    As long as everything else proceeded according to plan, along with whatever else was necessary to protect this city of petty, selfish morons from the larger geopolitical collapse going around them was done, the Councilperson didn't care if Yasmine was pissy. This would also be revenge for their mother, the elderly Black woman who had chosen to live on the streets with her evicted friends rather than take her retirement against the Councilperson's advice, had been beaten and belittled by Yasmine on live TV for sleeping in the wrong garage, and later froze to death in the exposed Arctic air despite the IBRS's best efforts in locating her since most of them had been busy hunting Deirdre.

    And the best revenge, like an old photograph in a darkroom, took time to develop.

    And oh, would this photograph be beautiful. And deadly.

    *****

    Six months after Connor's death...

    Attacking Yasmine quickly became no fun for Deirdre anymore. There was barely any security in most of the areas she raided, so the fights were all unchallenging. They didn't make for great livestreaming either, and her audience, which numbered 20,000 live viewers on average and nearly 100,000 on-demand subscribers from all over the world across all social media platforms shortly after her emergence, grew bored of her smashing up defenseless counterfeiting machines and meth labs and started to unsubscribe. So then she turned her attention to more pressing matters like protecting a Metro community from mutants, collaborative discussions and heroics with adoring members of Deirdre Division, bringing the beatdown on overzealous IBRS officers, fighting off would-be serial killers, and more.

    She told herself it wasn't mainly for the attention, or the money, but she got a rush when she finally killed that stupid mutant alligator by luring it into an old tunnel, then caving it in on its head using pre-placed dynamite, and nearly 125,000 people cheered as they watched live or (in more extreme cases) bought LiveJacks to step into her shoes as she was fighting it to the death. The next day, her subscriber count peaked at a million, and more than 250,000 bought the BioShare film to watch when it became available to download into their minds, allowing them to relive the titanic battle from Deirdre's perspective as many times as they wanted. Sometimes while touching themselves to her as she got increasingly dirty and sweaty and her armor cracked to reveal more skin, which Deirdre didn't want to know about despite some fans sending in pictures of dicks, breasts, and other body parts to her tip site.

    Then she got a 4% royalty check from the company that made the BioShare (off of nearly BB7,500,000 in sales) of 300,000 BurghBucks made out to a shell account, which made her eyes pop because that was more than she'd ever seen in her life. Even when her parents had that kind of money, she'd never really been allowed to have money of her own. With that, she bought a nice enough one-bedroom flat on Triumvirate Circle and enough food and drugs to last her a while, gave the rest to charity anonymously, and then went dark. There were no new updates to her social channels for weeks, and many grew worried about whether she'd been killed. As she slowly bled subscribers, she might as well have died in the short attention span of the public.

    But Shiloh needed a break from Deirdre, badly. She was still angry with Yasmine for killing Beetle, immediately thinking that she was responsible for Connor's death, and stealing Erika from her, among other things. But it had cooled to embers; hot embers still, but not strong enough for the white-hot flame of rage that had kept her going, after seeing how Yasmine made it too easy to bust up her operations, almost like she wanted Deirdre to be yet another wrecking ball for her, and how Yasmine had apparently made her suite into the nicest and most talked about courier safehouse in the entire city. Without the boogeywoman of Yasmine over her, bringing a cloud of darkness but also, oddly enough, comfort, Deirdre had begun to feel like a dancing monkey, putting on a show for everyone, only to come back to an empty apartment and only have the company of weed, pizza and mountains of empty entertainment.

    She still enjoyed running, but even that had become a more practical matter so she wouldn't gain weight and be unable to fit into her armor. Before she donned this armor, she had made a promise to herself that she'd give up this life once it felt hollow to her. That she'd mix drugs and alcohol and go to sleep forever, and no one would care until her corpse stunk up the place. And she was getting close to that ultimate retirement; but Deirdre had one last card to play before she exited stage left.

    One day, as she wiped away tears so it wouldn't stain the business card she was writing on the back of, she wrote the following:

    "Connor did say something to me on the last night of his life. Come to this address if you want to hear them, and maybe bury the hatchet. -D"

    Then Deirdre had it sent (by courier of course), showered, shaved and touched herself for the first time in days, washed out the hair dye to change Deirdre’s brown hair to Shiloh and Brona’s silver, felt beautiful for the first time in six months in her fanciest, yet still very modest dress (minus the uncomfortable boots that had come with it), and rallied her strength to confront Yasmine in a different way than she'd ever thought she would have to, for the hardest night of her life.
     
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    • Yasmine received the message, she too donned her best dress, she came to the location unarmed, and unafraid. Dierdre was flighty and she knew if there was even a single hint of a gun or even the scent of gunpowder in the air she would be gone in an instant. She also instructed Jane to cut the feed in her bio jack, it would be her coming here entirely alone. Jane may have disagreed at first and Erika surely did protest but Yasmine had to put her foot down and give them the old, "That's an order." Routine and they finally understood. Yasmine arrived at the location, and waited for Dierdre.
     
    "Hello, ERROR," the door AI said in the same deep, slightly grinding mechanical voice as the elevator AI she'd despised (and so she'd hacked it so that it at least wouldn't be able to identify her). "Visitor arrival logged. Visitor name: Yasmine Legato. Resort ID: LPMC12596. Open door, ERROR?"

    Open door. What a question for ERROR, indeed, Shiloh thought to herself. Her armor was hanging up on the wall, and she had no guns in the apartment as a rule. If Yasmine broke their agreement and wanted to kill her here, there were no witnesses and there was very little she could do. Nor would she necessarily blame Yasmine for that. Or cared either way, so numb was she.

    "Open," Shiloh commanded.

    "Hello, Yasmine," Shiloh then said in her slightly familiar Irish accent as she knocked back a stiff whiskey to loosen up. When she turned to face the crime boss, her telltale cybernetic arm was in full view on her left arm, and Yasmine would remember her as Brona from the club, as well as see the armor and make the last connection. "It's been a long six months, hasn't it?"
     
    "Brona?" Yasmine said with a gasp as a tear ran down her cheek, "I thought you were-" Another gasp as she took a step forward and recognized the armor, "Dierdre?" Then the arm, "Shiloh?!" She was overwhelmed, "You were Shiloh the whole time? I fell in love with you at that club, I re built the place in your name! Well Brona's name, I mourned you, I grieved, I poured my heart out." Yasmine was not even filled with rage, just sorrow, "My babys last words, please tell me."
     
    Shiloh, now unmasked, confesses what Connor told her the night he died
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    • "The bizarre thing is, a little part of me started to fall in love with you too. Then I smothered it because I felt disgusted with myself for it since you're Connor's mother, even though I know now that you're not the monster that I made you out to be and I just let it all build and build... Not that it matters, because I've hurt you too much with all my lies and my anger and I deserve to die for it," Shiloh said, on the verge of tears. Then she said as her breathing became more labored, "Anyway...Connor's last words to me before we embarked on the last leg of that run were, 'See you on the other side, Little Clover'."

    Then the waterworks burst forth as Shiloh started crumbling in front of Yasmine. "Little Clover was his pet name for me. I should've known he loved me, even to the end. If I could go back, I would've kissed him then, but I was too much of a scared little shit for brains. And I am still, to this day. I...I...oh God, I've fucked up so much. How could anyone have ever loved me? How can you ever forgive me?!"
     
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    • Yasmine rushed to Shiloh's side as her parental instincts kicked in and she pulled Shiloh close and held her. Kissing the top of her head, "Yes, I forgive you." She whispered, "Had I known, had I even the slightest clue, I would have pursued you a different way. You were scared, you were angry, you had lost someone you loved. I know that feeling." She kissed the top of Shiloh's head again, "There there, rest easy now, it's over, its all over."
     
    Shiloh cried, long and hard, into Yasmine's left shoulder. Her body that had once been strong enough to punch a 50-ton alligator and to survive so many cold nights, now felt so weak in her arms. God, she felt so good. It also felt good to be touched, held like a normal human being by someone for the first time in three months.

    Since Beetle.

    And when she thought of him, and heard "it's all over," her rage lit up again and she shoved Yasmine away and yelled, "IT'S NOT OVER! You don't get to brush off what you did. You blamed me for Connor's death! You hunted me like an animal for weeks! Your thugs killed Michael! You stole Erika from me! You killed Beetle! I hate you!"

    Then Shiloh slumped over the kitchen peninsula and started weeping into the sink. "Actually, no, the worst part is, I can't really hate you, because you actually are trying to do something good with your life, make an actual difference, while I'm just running around in a costume. How can I not love that? And then that makes my heart bleed with all sorts of feelings..."
     
    "You watched!" Yasmine shouted, "You watched...." Another tear ran down her cheek and she rushed to Shiloh again and held her tight again. "A million apologies and a trillion dollars cannot undo what I have done. I know that, but what I can do is anything you want to make you happy. I'm fighting a war with a mysterious individual who has more power than any enemy I have ever met before. I need your help."
     
    "All I could do was watch! He mouthed at me to run..." Shiloh said, and then suddenly she was being held tightly again and all the argument went out of her. Then she heard what was going on and her eyes widened while her worst fears were confirmed. That the Council was plotting in the shadows...because, after all, not even the armed groups of Nazi throwbacks held a candle compared to them.

    "I...I'll hear you out later, I promise," Shiloh said. Then she ordered the speaker system by her TV to put on a classic song called Solar Eclipses by Hollywood Principle featuring Dr. Awkward, and draped her tired arms around Yasmine's neck. while facing her, her head at near eye level with her collar bone. "But let's not think about anything else right now, except helping each other to feel happy for the night. May I have this dance?"
     
    Yasmine smiled, "Yes." She said warmly as she stared at Shiloh's lips, "I...I want to kiss you Shi....and, you owe me a night of debauchery if I recall." She grinned.
     
    Shiloh asks Yasmine for sex
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    • After a little bit more dancing to think it over, Shiloh stood up on her tiptoes to kiss Yasmine, then grinned, "Yeah, I remember. So...fuck me like you love me?" Even if it didn't entirely make sense. Even if it was mixed with anger, like a potent cocktail. But she couldn't deny that part of her any longer. Or how much her body needed Yasmine.
     
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    • Yasmine bit her lip, "You know how long I've waited to hear those words?" Yasmine cupped Shiloh's chin and bit her lip as she gazed into her eyes.
     
    Shiloh grinned, "I also know how long you've ached to see this," and shrugged off her dress. It was the only thing she had on, and therefore revealed her slender, naked body for Yasmine's viewing pleasure. Something about being fully nude and vulnerable like this felt different, even though Yasmine had seen pretty much everything except her pussy the night Shiloh had given her a lapdance. And relating to that, she added, "Is it everything you ever hoped for when you bought a night with Brona for ten million?"
     
    "It was better than I could have dreamed." Yasmine said, as she unzipped her dress and it fell off of her much like a snake shedding its skin as it fell to the floor her twelve inch stun baton of a cock swung free and she bit her lip, "How about this?"
     
    "Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" Shiloh cried. "That's quite the big sausage you brought for me. Good thing I'm pretty famished." With that, Shiloh gently guided Yasmine onto her back on the bed, crawled between her legs and began sucking her cock, treating it to the start of one of the legendary Shiloh blowjobs (that Erika had told Yasmine about way back when) in order to be able to take that massive probe Yasmine called a penis inside her.
     
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