Samara Riley

“ DESPITE your use of hand cuffs … I think it could in fact benefit - the both of us … ” 

Her gaze diverts to the ground for a moment, then back to those beautiful abyss-like pools of cobalt and violet. She’d actually never seen eyes like that before.

Biting softly on her bottom lip, the words finally come to her. Yes, Samara was a bit more shy than she let on.

“ I don’t think you’ll have to worry about handcuffs from now on. “

Samara is holding the handcuffs, teasingly waving them in front of Val before putting them away and winking at her.

“..don’t hesitate to let me know if I can in fact do anything for you. I mean it.”

Samara was left slightly breathless. The delicate kiss seared itself into her lips. Taking a slow deep breath she smiled.

“ You’ve got me… “

Her next move was tentative, but after Lyra had pressed her lips against hers, this didn’t feel like she would make her uncomfortable. Samara’s hand lightly cupped Lyra’s cheek, her thumb softly brushing along her cheekbone.

“ … and if I can be a beacon of hope, knowledge or support I’m honored to be that for you. I care a lot about you Lyra, and knowing that you carry this heaviness in your heart -“

Samara pauses for a second, her gaze fixed on Lyra’s eyes.

“You’re not alone, okay?”

Her hand returns to Lyra’s hand, and she gently takes it in hers. No words were needed. Taking Lyra’s hand in hers conveyed that this is how it would be. No going at it alone. Samara felt a sense of duty to protect Lyra. It wasn’t just her feelings for her, no. This was deeper than that.

The blonde tries to hide the shy smile the stretches over her lips. She can feel her cheeks heat at the touch as a natural response to being close to Samara. She recounts all the times that Samara had made her nervous before and it causes her heart to swell in her chest. She wonders over their relationship– just what exactly it was at this point.

When Samara speaks, she feels whole again– even after all of the things that had tried to break her over the last few years. Her hand instinctively moves with Samara’s, lacing their fingers together as she takes great comfort in the other woman’s presence. But it was more than that– she’d come to feel like home for Lyra.

“Thank you…” Her voice trails quietly at first, trying her best to will the courage to rise in her that her twin always seemed to possess in spades. Her eyes shift between them for a fraction of a second before rising to meet the dark pools of Samara’s again.

“I just remembered something. Tamsin gave me something that she said was a reminder of my connection to your family. I ...”

She reluctantly separates her hand from Lyra’s and digs into her jacket’s inner pocket. Samara pulls out two pendants that looked like they’d connect to make one pendant.

The pendants where both made out of iron. They looked really old, and were shaped like runic symbols. Samara gave one to Lyra, and kept the other.

Samara observes Lyra’s body language, the way she speaks. A sympathetic look, and she reaches out to touch her hand giving it a little squeeze.

“I understand. You know, I’m here if you need me… or if I can help you in any way. I didn’t know your sister personally, but my supervisor did. Rather well, actually… so if there’s anything you need to know—“

Samara didn’t take her hand off Lyra’s right away. She lingered for a bit before resting her hand back on the table.

Lyra’s eyes come back to the brunette, a sense of warmth radiating even through the sadness of her eyes. She’d grown close to Samara over the time they’d known each other. She’s more grateful for the other woman than she can aptly express as she looks on her now.

She steals her gaze away again give a small nod and squeezing her eyes shut. “I know– and– I’m thankful–” She pauses, finding her own sense of awkwardness rise within her chest. “I–” She falters again, searching desperately for the right words. 

Against her own anxiety, she forces herself to look at the other woman again. She’s kept her reservations after all that had happened here. Yet she finds some kind of courage within herself now as she leans close to Samara and delicately presses her lips to hers. It’s over before it’s begun and she retracts as if worried about what Samara will say or do next.

“ You’ve got me... “

Her next move was tentative, but after Lyra had pressed her lips against hers, this didn’t feel like she would make her uncomfortable. Samara’s hand lightly cupped Lyra’s cheek, her thumb softly brushing along her cheekbone.

“ ... and if I can be a beacon of hope, knowledge or support I’m honored to be that for you. I care a lot about you Lyra, and knowing that you carry this heaviness in your heart -“

Samara pauses for a second, her gaze fixed on Lyra’s eyes.

“You’re not alone, okay?”

Una sonrisa socarrona se reflejó en su rostro cuando Kaylee dijo eso al referirse a Ariah. Irónicamente si, casi como diablo, pues el padre era de línea directa demoníaca. Dejo ese pensamiento a un lado, enfocándose en lo que decía la contraria.

“Si.. si que lo sabían. Por eso paso lo que paso. Te diré también que el que me disparo no vio amanecer el día siguiente. Nunca me dijeron si fue Ariah misma o uno de los comandos que lo despedazó… literalmente quedó irreconocible.”

Suspiro sonriéndose.

“Pero cambiemos de tema… que te gustaría hacer hoy, preciosa?”

Una pausa, mientras los dedos de Samara acariciaban la piel de Kaylee. Inhalo y se sonrió.

“Después... postre. Y ya tengo en mente precisamente lo que me comeré.”

Samara’s smile was warm. She had never really mastered that intimidating look.

A couple taps on the screen of her tablet and a satellite view of the city popped up. A few strategic points with cameras and sensors.

La ojos de Samara permanecían entrecerrados. Si iba a decirle la verdad algún día, tendría que empezar por algo… esta era la oportunidad perfecta para hablarle de ciertos criminales, y las cosas que hacian.

“ si… cosas como fragmentos de plata molida, o plata líquida con algún derivativo tóxico. Regularmente lo hacen con la intención de ocasionar los obvios daños físicos, pero también al nivel de funcionamiento fisiológico.”

Samara sonrió cuando Kaylee menciono a Ariah.

“Si… la verdad es que es una jefa ejemplar. Aunque algunas veces tiene un genio de los mil demonios..”

Los labios de Samara besaron la cabeza de Kaylee, y esta continuó hablando.

“ Si, tiene historia. Fue una redada a un laboratorio genético… estában involucrados en experimentos de ingeniería genética clandestinos. Trataban de clonar a personas y hacer mutaciones y híbridos. Era algo espantoso… casi como de película. La cosa es que por cosas de pura casualidad, me fui a voltear justo cuando dispararon… y la bala penetro por un pequeño espacio entre placas de Kevlar. El caso es que en menos de cinco minutos entre en un ataque anafiláctico, y después un paro cardíaco.”

“Si.. si que lo sabían. Por eso paso lo que paso. Te diré también que el que me disparo no vio amanecer el día siguiente. Nunca me dijeron si fue Ariah misma o uno de los comandos que lo despedazó... literalmente quedó irreconocible.”

Suspiro sonriéndose.

Los dedos de Samara acariciaban suavemente la quijada de Kaylee, sonriéndose al oír el comentario que hizo.

“… pues si, así fue. Aunque te diré que algunas veces les ponen cosas raras a las balas. Y si me puse tan mal que Ariah rehusaba enviarme a hacer asignaciones especiales algún tiempo después.”

Samara quería decirle a Kaylee toda la verdad, pero aún no era el tiempo adecuado para hacerlo.

“ si... cosas como fragmentos de plata molida, o plata líquida con algún derivativo tóxico. Regularmente lo hacen con la intención de ocasionar los obvios daños físicos, pero también al nivel de funcionamiento fisiológico.”

Samara sonrió cuando Kaylee menciono a Ariah.

“Si... la verdad es que es una jefa ejemplar. Aunque algunas veces tiene un genio de los mil demonios..”

Los labios de Samara besaron la cabeza de Kaylee, y esta continuó hablando.

Amanecieron las dos, ente sabanas enredadas. La cabeza de la rubia descansaba sobre el pecho desnudo de Samara. La morena entrecerró los ojos al sentir los dedos de Kaylee sobre la cicatriz en su estómago.

“El único día que no me puse chaleco antibalas fue cuando me dieron ese balazo… por suerte no penetro ningún órgano vital, pero tuve una reacción alérgica a la bala.. casi me muero”

“... pues si, así fue. Aunque te diré que algunas veces les ponen cosas raras a las balas. Y si me puse tan mal que Ariah rehusaba enviarme a hacer asignaciones especiales algún tiempo después.”