Emi's Equivalent Exchange

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Ione was not stupid. Occasionally a little dense, but certainly not stupid. Sure, she enjoyed intimacy with Cressida. Sure, she sometimes joked a little too much about how loud Cress and Roy could be together. Maybe this was karma coming to bite her in the ass. But for the life of her, Ione could not comprehend how she had gotten herself into this situation. On her knees. Next to Roy. Looking up at her beloved captain.

Cressida liked seeing her partners on their knees for her. She very much enjoyed the rare instance of getting to tower over Roy instead of him towering over her. And she definitely enjoyed seeing her favorite monk follow orders. They both looked so cute. So so cute on her metaphorical leash. 

Roy was here to have a good fuckin time. He and Cressida had discussed this at length beforehand. He liked following her orders and treating her like a goddess and they both knew Ione would do the same if prompted by Cress. Roy also knew that Cress wanted to try out a new element of control. To tell each of them what to do and how to do it without getting her own hands dirty. A noticeable change from how she liked to operate normally in her day to day life. Both Roy and Ione knew that Cressida, captain of the B Team, was very hands-on and involved in her line of work.

“Ione,” Cressida called, gently. “I think it’s getting a little warm in here. Would you mind helping Roy undress?”

Ione blushed hotter than the skin of the fire genasi next to her. She tried to speak but couldn’t get any words out and instead opted to nod in response to her captain. She turned towards Roy and reached toward him to start unbuttoning his shirt. 

“Wow Cress. Getting right into it? I would’ve expected you to have a little more patience” Roy said but moving to help Ione follow her orders, tossing his shirt over his head after Ione undid a single button. Ione blushed fiercer and Cressida chuckled. “Gods forbid a girl want to see her partners with their clothes off. Now Roy, be good for me and get those layers off of our sweet Ione.” Roy smiled, excitement shining in his eyes before shifting to confusion. “How do I even get these off? It’s like all tight wraps and flowy fabric that doesn’t end.” 

Ione blinked in surprise. Monk robes were all she’d ever known. “Here. let me help”, she said quietly, untucking draped fabric, twisting to unwrap herself, and leaving it all in a nicely folded pile on the floor next to her. Roy watched in disbelief and Cressida gazed lovingly at her. “See?” Cress said, “simple. Can you follow my next instructions without getting confused, dear?”

Roy raised his eyebrow at the drow above him. “That first one was a trick and you know it.”

Cressida laughed lightly at that. “Maybe. Too bad Ione is so accommodating. I would have loved watching you struggle.” 

Ione couldn’t help but laugh too at the thought of Roy trying desperately to figure out where her flowing pants ended and where what looked to be her top began. Both Cressida and Roy turned to her at the sound, smiling at the mirth in her face. This wasn’t a bad idea at all. Roy knew how this was supposed to go next, and at a nod from Cressida, he gently cupped Ione’s face and pulled her into a kiss. She squeaked at the contact before melting into him. He broke the kiss for a brief gasp of air and muttered “sorry. Should’ve asked first. You ok with this? I know you’ve only really done this with Cress and adding me into the mix might be too much and –”

Ione cut him off by reinitiating the kiss, her lips moving smoothly against his own. “It’s ok. We uhm. We had talked about maybe doing this. And I’m ok with it. I - I like it. We can keep going.”

Roy whispered a soft “oh thank fuck” against her lips, pulling her body closer to his. 

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Katya slapped Kireek on his uninjured arm in exasperation. “Sit down, for fuck’s sake! Do you even realize how much blood you are losing?”

Kireek brought both of his left hands over the deep slash wound on his featherless arm, as if he could fix it by holding onto it. “It is not urgent.”

Garou scoffed from the other side of the clearing. “You leave yourself vulnerable in that state.”

Kireek bristled. “It will heal.”

“Not like that, it won't.” Katya grumbled in frustration.

They were all out of spellcasting capacity, so Trystine had gone to buy some healing potions from Signpost. Katya had told her make sure she got the really good ones, remembering the absurd amount of gold the sorcerer just had, but there was still an unfortunately high chance somebody saw an easy mark and tried to scam her. Still, even if she came back with a single decent potion, it would be enough for them.

Katya reached up to grab something from her hat. She was pretty sure she had a roll of bandages in there… ah ha!

“At least we can make sure you don’t get blood everywhere.” Katya motioned for Kireek to give her his arm.

Kireek hesitated for several seconds, as if debating with himself, but reluctantly held out his wounded arm for Katya to bandage.

The slash wound began just above Kireek’s wrist, but extended all the way up to just beneath the squid head grafted on his forearm. Katya didn’t realize until after she’d wrapped the bandage a couple times around that she’d missed covering an inch or so of the end, but that part didn’t really look as deep and looked like it would still be kept closed with the rest of it, so she let it be. She was far from any sort of doctor, but she figured it didn’t have to be perfect, just good enough to hold until Trystine got back.

It didn’t escape her notice that Kireek didn’t move a muscle, even to wince, no matter how much pressure was applied. At least, not until she reached the the other end of the wound. Kireek tensed up as she began wrapping around the part of his arm where tentacles melded into the skin.

Katya’s hand brushed against the squid’s head, dislodging a piece of dried blood.

Kireek flinched so violently that his arm wrenched itself out of Katya’s hold, the bandage loosing its tension and falling loosely over bloodied skin.

“Ah, dammit. You good?” Katya asked.

Kireek moved his other arm to try and re-tighten the already wrapped part. “Apologies,” then in a mimicry of Katya’s voice, “it’s fine.”

“Didn’t look fine, but whatever.”

Kireek hesitated, then gestured to the squids head. “It…” he said in that raspy voice, “feels, very strongly.”

“What, like it’s sensitive?”

“’Sensitive.’” Kireek repeated in Katya’s voice. “Sensitive.”

Katya looked sympathetically at the squid head on his upper arm. “Well that’s an unfortunate place for it. Good thing you weren’t hit there.”

“Good thing.” Kireek repeated. Then, “This is sufficient. It is not necessary, to fix at this time.”

“Seriously? You would rather pass out or something, and leave me alone with him?” She jerked a thumb in Garou’s direction.

Garou scoffed. “I would not be so foolish as to cause physical harm—”

“Maybe, but you‘re terrible company.” Katya interrupted.

Garou grunted, but didn’t object. “Don’t leave yourself vulnerable like that, anyway. It weakens you. Just let the wizard get it done.” He said to Kireek.

“Did I ask for your input?” Katya made a swatting motion with her hand. “Don’t you have like, blades to sharpen or something to do?”

“My blades are as sharp as ever, so no.”

“Whatever.” Katya looked back at Kireek.

In the moment where Katya and Garou had bickered, Kireek had already re-tightened the wrappings on his arm, and tied it around the center of the slash wound. It was quite messy and looked rather uncomfortable, but Katya supposed it was probably as good as she would have managed anyway, she wasn’t exactly an expert at that.

Katya shrugged. “It’s probably good enough.” She reached into her hat again and pulled out a flask of Fireball. “I’m going to make the most of this short rest and pretend we did much better in that fight than we did. Care to join me?”

“Speak for yourself.” Garou scorned.

“Then no Fireball for you.”

“Then no Fireball for you.” Kireek repeated, accepting a swig of the drink.

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