*/ THE RECKONING.

BE MINE. / @iriiidescent​

Eve and Emory had spent some time socializing with Emory’s coworkers at her office party, and though all was going well, there had been slight awkwardness at times in Emory introducing her. After all, they hadn’t quite given each other official titles –– but they weren’t just friends anymore, were they? They’d gone out on a picnic date and nearly ended up in bed together afterward, for Christ’s sake. But they hadn’t gotten around to actually asking each other about titles, and so Emory had simply called her her ‘date’ and left it at that ( though Eve imagined instead how it would be if she referred to her as her ‘girlfriend’, and that sent thrilled chills all up her spine ). 

At some point, Emory had pulled Eve off to the side and suggested sneaking away for a moment, to get some fresh air, and Eve was more than happy to accept. Emory’s coworkers were all nice people, but conversation had begun to become somewhat dull. No offense to lawyers, but sometimes they could drone on and on about policies and cases and things that generally didn’t hold Eve’s interest. When everyone else was distracted, they slipped away to the elevators and made their way up to the roof. Eve was surprised to find it was a rather nice setting when they made it up –– indeed there was a pool, as well as boxed plants all around and general lounge spaces for socializing and perhaps small events. 

“It’s gorgeous up here,” Eve remarked, a slightly chilly wind blowing against her curled hair as she gazed around. “And the view is fantastic. Do you come up here a lot?” She turned to her date, smiling as she looked over her features. She was so beautiful. Eve was suddenly so very glad she’d abandoned that gala to come with her to this party, even if there was some bland conversation and she didn’t know anybody –– it was so worth it to be near her. 

After picking Evelyn up from the event she had attended, there was only one thing that was still missing to make the evening perfect: Emory desperately wanted to make things between them official. She didn’t want to keep living in uncertainty. She wanted Evelyn to know that she was all in, that she wanted to be with her through the good times and the bad times as her girlfriend and her partner in crime. So far, the moment hadn’t presented itself yet. Knowing she would have to talk to her soon, the lawyer waited for the conversation to lead there naturally. 

At some point, Emory had realized that it was definitely not going to happen while they were around her coworkers. And so she had suggested getting some fresh air, knowing the venue had a rooftop pool — lawyers and their fancy parties. Emory’s fingers were gently wrapped around Evelyn’s, the gesture intimate yet already so familiar. There wasn’t a doubt in Emory’s mind that they had a special connection; one even Emory hadn’t felt quite like this before. No one except for the gallerist had ever been able to make her heartbeat pick up in speed so rapidly, no one had ever caused such warmth to spread in her chest with just a smile; no one but Evelyn. 

Christian tried not to think it odd how Rhona disregarded eye contact while she talked about her job. That bothered her but who was she to call the woman out on it? A virtual stranger. So, she sipped her water and thought carefully about the question. If she waited and things worked out - which they seemed like they would - the two of them would likely go home together. That thought didn’t bother her, in fact it warmed her. Deciding that she would wait, Christian ran a hand through her hair and licked her lips. “I’ll be here.” She supplied confidently, knowing she would wait until Rhona got off. “Assuming something doesn’t take me away.” Like a breaking case or a call from work; she could never make promises.

A small smirk tugged at the corners of her lips when the other woman said she would be there. “Good.” At least she wouldn’t have to spend the rest of the evening by herself. While she liked alone time, tonight wasn’t necessarily a night she wanted to spend by herself, simply because she already spent so much time by herself. 

It was about fifteen minutes later that Rhona was finally done and had cleaned everything she needed, letting her colleague take the wheel. Having gotten her leather jacket and carrying it over one arm, she walked over to the woman waiting for her at the bar, leaning one arm onto the counter as she stopped right next to her. “So, Chris,...” she started. “What are your plans for the rest of the night?”

Unable to look away from the woman’s dark eyes, Chris just about hated how easily it was for the woman to catch and hold her attention. She didn’t feel as if she was in control here and that got to her - she was almost always in control and something about the woman was disconcerting. It wasn’t her fault exactly; Christian could just usually get a good vibe from people. It didn’t make her want to run - quite the opposite. In fact, her curiosity was piqued even though she had several warnings going off in her head right now and about a hundred different cases from work in her minds eye telling her just how this could go south very quickly. But she could take care of herself - usually. The scar along her rib cage was doubtful, she reminded herself.

She’d been playing it careful but her silence wasn’t due to carefulness this time around; she just didn’t know what to say. “Why bar tending?” A tactic to stall for time, to come up with an answer, Christian forced herself to settle back into her chair and relax. “Not that there’s anything wrong with bar tending - I’m just curious.”

Why bartending? It was a simple question, yet the answer to it was everything but simple. Rhona used bartending as a side job, a cover of sorts; at least that was what it was at the moment. She couldn’t say that, however. Because then the next question would be Well, what do you do normally? and that was a question the hitwoman couldn’t answer unless she a) wanted the woman to run away screaming and b) wanted her to call the police on her.

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The little sounds coming from Sasha had Yara biting her bottom lip. She sounded breathless and sexy all at once. The reaction of her body didn’t go unnoticed, and Yara figured that she clearly was heading down a right path. Not pulling back from her position, she repeated the soft kiss again on her neck before responding. “Yes Sasha?” Yara spoke near her ear letting the warmth of her breath rush against the skin there. Again she pressed kisses to the other’s neck, drifting along the curve, then back up to her ear once more. 

Sasha became pliable under her touch and Yara was thoroughly enjoying it. The encouragement was all she needed to really focus her attention on having the other woman relax. With her hands settled on the redhead’s shoulders, with circular motions she slowly worked on the tension she felt there. Inwardly Yara’s heartbeat was racing, while she tried to actually focus on giving her a proper massage, the feel on her skin beneath her fingers had her mind wandering. From the edge, she moved her caresses toward Sasha’s neck and then back out again. Giving into one of her urges that wouldn’t let her mind rest, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to the curve of Sasha’s neck. 

“It would be my pleasure to.” Not needing another invitation, Yara moved across the jacuzzi so she was no longer sitting opposite the other, but at her side. Her thigh purposely brushed against Sasha’s as she sat down. Yara ran her palm along Sasha’s arm; from her shoulder down to her hand. Underneath the water, she held onto to her hand and then used the pads of her thumbs to rub small circles into the back of Sasha’s hand. After a moment or two, she guided Sasha’s hand to rest on her thigh so she could move her talented touch upwards. At Sasha’s shoulder, Yara paused because she needed a better angle. “Turn a little,” she gestured in the direction that would allow Sasha’s back to face her.

The hand at Olivia’s side comfortably came to rest at her lower back. In the moments that passed between kisses, she used the opportunity of the other woman’s closed eyes to admire her softened features. The pad of her thumb lightly brushed along the side of her face she still framed gently. Leaning in again Mireya brushed their noses together then pressed another round of soft kisses to Olivia’s lips. At the corner of her lip, Mireya trailed light kisses to Olivia’s jawline, then along the curve of her neck. Her progress led to Olivia’s ear, where she lingered to whisper; “Can I stay with you tonight?” Mireya pulled back just enough so she could read her expression and hear her response clearly. “Not in a sexual way or anything...not that I’m opposed to that, but, I mean...I...” her cheeks warmed, as she continued to ramble. Thankfully her skin was already flushed from their kisses so it should go undetected. Honestly, Mireya is trying her best not to put any pressure on Olivia. They had made great strides this evening, and the last thing she wanted was for them to take several steps back, due to her overwhelming need to be physically close to Olivia. “I like being close to you like this.”