Okay, so I know it's been a ridiculously long time since I have updated this story ... I think probably going on a year now and you have my profuse apologies for that. I could just couldn't figure out an ending to the story that I was happy with, and was waffling back on forth on a number of ideas and then - because I have the attention span of a blueberry scone - I got distracted by other things *cough* Blackcest *cough* Waldsen *cough* and this story kind of fell through the cracks.
I hate having unfinished fic out there though, so I went back to my original ending with a little tweaking and ... here it is. So ... now back to our
scheduled story ...
I don’t own them.
Krista and Chase settle into the unexpected relationship they have begun.
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Part 10
The Next Day…
Chase turned her head to the side, glancing out of the small oval shaped window of the private plane before growling softly and turning away continuing to pace near the pilot’s cabin. Saqqara had sent the plane early that night with orders to get on-board. They had moved up the meeting and Chase didn’t like it. What she liked even less was that she had no choice but to do what they wanted. It was a power play and as usual she was the one that had to bend over.
She should have been dedicating the flight to trying to figure out what they were up to, she should have been trying to plan a back up strategy or three that she could turn to if the carpet was ripped out from underneath her during this meeting, but she couldn’t concentrate on the problems with Saqqara because her mind kept drifting to the situation with Krista.
When the call had come in that she needed to fly to Miami she had cautiously inquired if Krista would be joining her. When the brunette had agreed, Chase had taken it as a good sign that things were going to be okay between them despite Krista’s unease the night before. However Krista had been painfully silent for most of the ride to the airport and once they had boarded the plane she had segregated herself in the far corner and had done nothing but silently watch Chase for the next hour and a half.
Chase kicked the side of one of the seats in front of her in frustration, her hair falling in front of her face at the angry motion. She kicked it again, and again with increasingly ferocity and then she drew her arm back and punched the wall of the plane, again and again until a small dent appeared.
“Fucking say something!” Chase yelled finally spinning around to face Krista unable to handle the silence and the observation anymore.
“I wouldn’t punch that anymore. Not even one of us could survive a fall from this height,” Krista replied softly her eyes on Chase, not that they had been anywhere else for the entire flight.
“Oh, I know about how bothersome falls can be,” Chase responded her eyes burning into Krista’s as she flopped down into the seat she had been kicking a few seconds ago. The response was mean and that’s what she wanted.
Krista glanced away from Chase briefly after the blonde spoke.
“I’m not trying to provoke you,” Krista said finally sighing softly.
“You’ve never really needed to try, have you?” Chase responded but her tone wasn’t as mean as it had been before. She didn’t sound pleased, or happy, or even particularly playful but she wasn’t trying to upset Krista with the comment either.
“Are you saying you’re easily provoked?” Krista asked looking over at Chase. Chase was extremely mercurial but she would never admit to it.
“No, I’m saying you’re highly irritating,” Chase responded though her lips did twitch slightly as she spoke. “And frustrating, and annoying, and infuriating, and vexing, and …”
“Enough about me,” Krista said holding up her hand though she wasn’t particularly troubled by Chase’s rant. There was an undercurrent of affection to it that Chase wasn’t quite able to remove from her voice, and Krista found herself responding despite her dark mood. “You know how humble I am, you’re embarrassing me.”
Chase stared at Krista for a moment, a small smile coming to her lips as she gazed at the brunette before she closed her eyes. When she opened them again her gaze closed off and intense.
“You can’t keep sitting there staring at me,” Chase said finally shifting uncomfortably in her seat. “Whatever it is you’re thinking just say it.”
Krista was silent for a moment, her eyes falling down to her lap as she considered whether or not it would be a good idea to just say what she was thinking. Chase was in a horrible mood and she was in a rather ill temper herself which meant things could get ugly. Still, Chase was right, she couldn’t keep up the silent treatment forever and there was likely not going to be a ‘good’ time as such to talk about it and the door was open now.
“How do you choose?” Krista asked her eyes returning to Chase. “Who to hunt,” she added a moment later when Chase simply stared at her long and hard.
“It’s a matter of convenience mostly,” Chase replied finally her tone steady though there was a touch of resentment in her voice. She didn’t want to be having this conversation, she knew that it wouldn’t end well, but she also knew that she had no choice. Krista wouldn’t let it drop, and even if they didn’t speak of it Krista would still be obsessing about it staring at her accusingly from dark corners until they addressed it. “Though I do have standards,” Chase continued slumping back in her seat resigning herself to the idea of once again bending over for someone else.
“Standards?” Krista asked quirking an eyebrow, her voice rising as if she couldn’t understand the concept of how it was possible to have standards when it came to eating people.
“No children,” Chase said turning her eyes away from Krista scanning the cabin. “The blood hasn’t matured yet, it’s like drinking grape juice when you really yearn for Cabernet,” she continued her tone blasé as she gazed out the window opposite her. That wasn’t true of course, young blood was actually considered to be a delicacy, but it was one that was usually only enjoyed by the purebloods. Like most turned bloods there was enough of her old self still buried inside that she couldn’t stomach the idea of feeding off of a child. “No sick,” Chase continued, “no elderly and no disabled,” she went on still refusing to meet Krista’s eyes. “There’s no challenge you understand, they’re simply not worth the effort. You could as well just use a blood bag since they’re just as easy to procure and tend to smell better.”
“Everyone else is fair game?” Krista asked softly. She could see the tension in Chase’s body and knew the blonde didn’t want to be having this conversation. She didn’t really want to be having it either but it had to be done. Uncomfortable as it was for both of them. “Mothers, fathers, daughters …” Krista continued only to be interrupted by Chase’s voice.
“Everyone has a mother and a father, lots have sons and daughters, husbands, wives, significant others, friends, people who love them and will miss them. There are some, but not many who will die without someone missing them,” Chase cut in before Krista could finish, still staring out of the window as she spoke. “Does a mother deserve to live more than a newly wed? Do women deserve to live more then men? Should I take illegal immigrants over legal citizens or the middle-aged over college students? They’re pointless debates. Do you think lions pick which zebras to eat based on personality? I don’t know who those people are, I don’t know their lives and if I did it wouldn’t matter. You pick an acceptable target, you hunt, you feed, and you walk away,” Chase continued sighing heavily before tilting her head up to glance at the ceiling of the plane. “I’m not a judge, Krista. I’m not some divine tool of retribution,” she continued lowering her gaze and finally angling her head towards the brunette. “I’m hungry.”
Krista held Chase’s gaze for a moment and then turned her head to the side and curled away from the blonde. She made it all sound so pragmatic, like it was no different than going into a grocery store and picking out the ripest banana. She wasn’t sure what she had wanted to hear from Chase, what the blonde could have said to make her feel better, or if it was even possible. She just knew that she hadn’t gotten whatever elusive thing it was that she had been seeking out.
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Part 11
Six Hours Later…
Krista ran an agitated hand through her hair as she approached the room she and Chase had been shown to at the Saqqara villa. She had opted out of attending the meeting with the Saqqara purebloods with Chase after they had dropped their luggage off in the room. She knew that Chase needed to be in top form while dealing with them, and she was aware of the fact that she was, at the moment, a source of supreme irritation and distraction to the blonde. Besides, she needed some time on her own to think about what was happening and to try and figure out what she was feeling without Chase sitting or pacing or glaring a few meters away from her.
So, as Chase had gone to see the purebloods Krista had accepted one of the cars that was offered to them and had the driver take her into the city, where she had wandered for hours, allowing the smells, sounds and lights to wash over her and lull her into a mindless calm for a little while.
She hadn’t really resolved anything on her little outing, but she was sure that the meeting with the purebloods was over and that Chase would need her in one capacity or another. However things might turn out, she was at the moment still Chase’s second in command and her lover, and though she needed a little space she had no intention of forcing the blonde to fend for herself.
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Chase picked up the vase and flung it across the room with all of her might.
“Lying, fucking double crossing bastards!” Chase raged as she spun on her booted heel and picked up a gold candlestick holder, raising it above her head and bringing it down against the wall, again and again, and again until she had knocked a hole the size of the television set into it.
“Fuck you!” Chase screamed fangs barred as she turned towards the door throwing the candlestick holder at it, before turning around and yanking the comforter off of the bed and throwing it to the ground before kicking it, and then moving over to the desk sweeping everything off of it, and kicking the chair in front of it across the room as her hand reached for the handle of a nearby drawer, pulling it out of the cradle and flinging it across the room.
For fucking months she had been funneling those piss drinking cunts money and using her teams and her resources to take care of problems for them to build up trust and a spirit of co-operation between them. But the time for favors was supposed to have been coming to an end, and Saqqara was finally supposed to live up to its end of the deal. When she had been summoned to see them early her asshole had quivered knowing that it was almost certain she was going to get fucked over, but going into the meeting and hearing them demand one more job from her before they would consider moving on to the next part of their deal filled her with a deep rage so strong that she even surprised herself.
She knew the road to restoring Chthon would be difficult. She knew that she was going to have to do a lot of things that she would rather not have done, and she knew that she was going to have to kiss a lot of ass that she would have rather kicked. And she had been doing it because it was necessary, she had been doing it because she saw an end in sight because she believed that one day soon her dues would be paid, the contract would be signed and they could just fucking get on with it.
But standing there in that room, watching those well-dressed bastards lounge in their seats as they spoke to her like a goddamn servant she realized that’s exactly what she was, and what she was always going to be. She was at their mercy, and she would always be at their mercy. What power she currently held, and may gain in the future was at their discretion. And for a moment she hated herself for her ambition because it had led her to betray Marcus and ruin his plans to annihilate every pureblood, and at that moment there was nothing that she wanted more to see all of those self-important windbags die horribly.
Standing there in front of them she truly comprehended for the first time that with all of their purebloods gone, that Chthon would never be more than an extremely well funded syndicate and that they would always be at the mercy of the other Houses.
Standing there in front of them she knew she would never be in the inner-circle, just eternally outside, guarding it, like a good little dog.
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Krista dodged the side quickly blinking as a lamp flew past her head and crashed against the wall opposite the door to their room.
“Were you aiming at me?” Krista asked moving inside the room, kicking the door shut behind her uncomfortable taking her eyes off of Chase until she got an answer.
“No,” Chase responded kicking at the broken remnants of a small garbage basket morosely.
“What happened?” Krista asked moving further into the room now that Chase had at least stopped throwing things.
“Nothing,” Chase hissed viciously. “Absolutely nothing. Everything is just going to go on like it was before. They never,” she continued kicking hard at the garbage basket, “had any intention of following through with the plan as discussed. Chthon,” she continued her eyes scanning the room as if looking for something else to destroy, “is dead. It died with Marcus and the destruction of the formula for the pureblood final solution,” Chase finished her body slumping, almost seeming to collapse in on itself as she couldn’t find anything to crush within reach.
“You still have the coven, and the money. Even if the purebloods won’t officially recognize it, Chthon still exists and you’re in charge,” Krista responded closing the small bit a space between herself and Chase, reaching out for the blonde’s face and grasping it between her hands. “You don’t need them.” Chase growled low in her throat in response and shifted her gaze away from Krista. “Why is it so important to you to have their blessing?” Krista asked a few seconds later. “What do really you want?”
“Power,” Chase growled her lips curling back as she spoke.
“You have power,” Krista responded holding Chase’s gaze. “It’s something else.”
“Position,” Chase growled ripping her head out of Krista’s hands. “Respect. I want to sit at the table, not to kneel beside it,” she continued running a hand through her hair. “I’m just a well armed, well financed thug!” Chase practically screamed manic as she began to pace. “Everything I do is at their discretion; I’m still just a cog.”
“You’re not a cog,” Krista responded her lip twitching a little though she beat down the urge to smile at Chase’s temper tantrum. Although the blonde’s reaction seemed overblown to her, she could see that Chase was genuinely distressed over the events of the meeting and she wouldn’t make light of that.
“You,” Chase started stepping back from Krista, knowing that she was being placated and hating it. “You have no idea what it is to be powerless. To be … owned,” she continued looking away from Krista. “One hundred and fucking twenty-six years Krista and only number two,” Chase raged spinning around to face the brunette once again. “And even then I was still his goddamn blood barista!”
Despite all the time that she had worked for him, and all that she had done for him, Marcus was still the one to decide what she did, what she was allowed to know about the plans, who she would work with, and in the end who she could fuck. She was number two, but it was a distant second place, barely above the rest of the pack and she felt it.
“I was never this, or never that,” Chase continued waving her hand from side to side. “But this was supposed to end that, this was supposed to be freedom. But I’m still ‘not’. I’m not a pureblood, I never will be … never free,” Chase went on squeezing her eyes shut as if her words were causing her physical pain. “I’m going to be someone’s bitch for eternity.”
“You,” Krista said her gaze intense and her words sharp. “Are no one’s bitch,” she continued passionately. “You’ve done more for yourself then the purebloods could ever dream of accomplishing on their own. They need you, Chase. They’re pompous and exclusionary because it’s all that they have,” she continued reaching out for Chase again, taking her hand in her own. “They won’t let you join the Country Club, so what? Fuck them. Build your own, build it better, charge them triple when they want to join,” Krista continued brushing her thumb over Chase’s cheek. “Or walk away,” she went on her voice dropping to a whisper as she swayed towards Chase, resting her forehead against the blondes. “The council, inter-house politics, networking, the glass ceiling, just give it the finger and walk away. We could move; you could open a store or a salon and dress up thousands of people, I could become a private detective with an affinity for the night,” Krista continued smiling a little, becoming a little excited as she spoke. “We can raid blood banks together on weekends, and use our military tactics to dominate at paintball. Just you and me, doing whatever we want, no purebloods, no orders, just life and whatever we want to do with ours.”
Chase stared at Krista for a long moment unable to determine whether the brunette was joking or not, and how she felt about it if she wasn’t. However, before the elder vampire was forced to formulate a response there was a tentative knock on the door – the debris outside of the room no doubt inspiring caution.
“What?” Chase yelled out peevishly, though there was actually a part of her that was somewhat relieved.
“The rest of the team just arrived,” a man dressed all in black said as he stepped into the room. He was one of Chase’s people, David. His team had been in Louisiana repossessing some possessions of Charlotte’s for the coven war chest and Chase had called him telling them all to get the team to Miami before she and Krista had left Toronto anticipating that she might need the support.
“We’ll be down in a minute to brief you,” Chase responded before turning away from him.
“Team?” Krista asked when David was out of the room.
“Yeah,” Chase responded her face darkening as she stepped back from Krista. “This bitch has at least one more Frisbee to fetch,” she continued moving towards their luggage and unzipping it to take out their black strike team uniforms. The luggage had been thrown around the room as well, but it had fared much better than many other objects Chase had taken her rage out on.
Krista reached out catching the pair of black pants Chase tossed over her shoulder. She wanted to finish the conversation they had been having, but she knew with a team waiting outside to go on assignment that there was no way they would be able to finish it at the moment.
Krista sighed and began to change. Maybe it was better that they continue the conversation later. Chase was tense and emotional at the moment and though she had calmed down a bit at the end, it might be good for the blonde to do a little violence and let off a little steam.
In any case, Krista thought as she pulled her blank turtle neck over her head, she could certainly do with a little stress relief.
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Part 12
Later that night…
Chase was the first out of the procession of black SUVs that pulled up to the nondescript warehouse on the docks. The purebloods had told her that merchandise of theirs had been stolen by the Armayans and was being held at the location they had just arrived at. Her mission was to retrieve the merchandise and return it to Saqqara.
Chase stared at the building for a long moment as the rest of her team gathered around her, her mind on Krista’s words before she had gotten the call that the team had arrived. There was a part of her that wanted nothing more than to say ‘fuck it’ and walk away from the warehouse, away from Saqqara and never look back. But if she did that, everything she had worked for all those long years and in the past few months would have been for nothing. And the idea of nothingness was one that she couldn’t stand.
“You have your orders,” Chase growled a moment later pulling her cap on her head before motioning for the team to move out.
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The Armayans weren’t expecting a raid and surprising them was easy. Within ten minutes of arriving on the scene Chase and her team had the warehouse secured. A warehouse which Chase could now see housed a surprisingly swanky feeding-house for the vampire elite.
“Oh god.”
Chase didn’t need to turn her head to know that the faint whisper came from Krista. The truth was that she wasn’t particularly in love with what she saw either now that it was clear what Saqqara’s merchandise was.
“Ash the Armayans,” Chase commanded her eyes still surveying the scene around her. “And secure a service fee from the ‘customers’.”
After she spoke her team broke out into a flurry of activity around her, all except for Krista who remained standing slightly behind her, her horrified eyes still taking in their surroundings.
Her motionlessness didn’t last for long however, and as the team began to ash the Armayan’s, Krista sprung forward moving towards the bed closet to her where a half-drained girl lay barely breathing.
And she was a girl. No more than 12 or 13 years old from the looks of her. None of the girls or boys in the warehouse seemed to be much older than that. From what she could see Chase guessed the oldest was around 16 and the youngest 9 or 10 years of age.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Chase asked a moment later following Krista, reaching out for her, yanking the brunette back as she tried to release the ties holding the girl.
Krista turned to look at Chase, her eyes drilling into the blonde. “You can’t seriously be thinking about turning them over. They’re just kids Chase!”
Chase held on to Krista, her eyes traveling between her lover and the dying girl.
“I’m not bloody blind, I can see that,” Chase said tersely a moment later, her body tense. “But if I don’t turn them over to Saqqara …”
“Then what?” Krista breathed out venomously pulling herself out of Chase’s grasp. “You might actually get the chance to think for yourself?” the brunette practically hissed at Chase. “You told me, you said ‘no children’,” Krista went on. “You said you didn’t want to be their bitch, well here it is,” she continued. “This is it, this is the moment. Bend over and give up one of the only principles you have left, or decide what to do for yourself.”
Chase stared at Krista for a long moment before finally angling her head to the side again, looking at the children that populated the warehouse, her eyes closing a moment later as she turned her head. Behind her eyes she was tortured with the memory of a blonde toddler being yanked up by the arm, Fredericks form looming above the small child dark, godlike, and demonic, his fangs glittering in the moonlight as his eyes glowed.
“If I let them go, that’s it,” Chase said her eyes locking on Krista’s once more, her voice strangely calm. “I won’t be able to go back. They’ll crush the coven just to get to me. I’ll be alone.”
Krista shook her head slowly. “You won’t be alone,” she said softly taking Chase’s hands into hers.
Chase allowed Krista to hold her hands for a moment drawing comfort from the brunette’s touch. She hadn’t realized how much she had become accustomed to touching Krista and having Krista touch her before their fight a day before. She missed the feel of Krista against her and near her and was glad to have some of that contact back.
A few moments later however, Chase sighed deeply and turned her head to survey the warehouse once more. “What the bloody hell am I supposed to do with them? We can’t just let them out on the street. They’ll just get picked up again.”
Krista sighed with relief. “I know someone that could get them out of the country.”
Chase looked at Krista her eyes narrowing as she stared at her lover. “Not him,” Chase whined knowing that Krista could only be talking about Blade. She was already having a no good, very bad day, and adding Blade into the equation would just make it an out and out nightmare. She could just imagine standing around awkwardly while Blade’s geeky boyfriend glared at her. Humans had absolutely no ability to let bygones be bygones when it came to torture.
Krista shrugged helplessly though a tiny little smile played across her lips.
“And after that?” Chase asked sighing, knowing that Blade might really be their only option if they were going to tie up loose ends in Miami with enough time left over to escape before Saqqara found out what had happened and tied them in front of sliding glass doors just in time to see the sun rise.
Krista smiled before happily shrugging and responding, “I don’t know.”
Chase smirked despite herself in response to Krista’s reply. They had had a similar conversation less than a day ago where Krista didn’t sound nearly as happy.
Chase tore her cap off her head and surveyed the warehouse once more. The Armayan’s were no more than tidy piles of ash, and the clients that were in the warehouse when they arrived were all engaged in “polite conversation” with the members of her team as they very congenially shook them down.
Chase was glad she had given that order now. She was sure she would need the money.
The blonde shook her head and sighed. Standards always got one in trouble; it was why she had tried so hard to get rid of most of hers.
“Make the call,” Chase grumbled finally looking around deciding how she was going to handle the team.
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Epilogue
London …Five Months Later
“So what you’re saying is you didn’t like it?” Krista asked as she pulled her jacket around herself more tightly before happily looping her arm through Chase’s as they made there way down the crowded street.
“It’s not that I didn’t like it, it was just a little anachronistic, that’s all,” Chase murmured pressing her lips against Krista’s temple as the brunette leaned into her body.
“You said you had the same dress Cosette was wearing,” Krista pointed out as they continued to stroll leisurely towards the tube station, though Krista considered suggesting that they just continue to walk back to their flat in a moment or two. It was a surprisingly pleasant night and it was rare that she and Chase just walked together.
“First of all, it was a hand me down,” Chase muttered her tone darkening for a moment as she mumbled something else Krista couldn’t make out though she was pretty sure “spawn of Satan” and “older sister” were in there somewhere. “Second of all, getting the costuming somewhat right doesn’t mean that it wasn’t anachronistic. I mean, they had a Chinaman playing Javert!” Chase exclaimed.
“Culturally insensitive,” Krista replied immediately though she had gotten used to Chase’s random old world bouts cultural elitism. “And I think he was Korean.”
“Whatever, that’s not the point is it?” Chase responded glaring at Krista who smiled at her winsomely. They had been in London long enough that certain words were beginning to come out with a slightly British accent. “Whatever” was one of those words for Chase, and blended with her natural Australian accent it was just about the cutest thing Krista had ever heard. “Besides, Valjean was wearing a wrist watch.”
“Yeah, I caught that too,” Krista admitted. “You feel like walking the rest of the way?”
Chase made a sound in her throat that Krista assumed was a negative.
“I thought you were a creature of the night?” Krista asked playfully tilting her head up towards the sky staring at the moon for a moment.
“Yes, a creature of the night in three inch heels that are killing her,” Chase grumbled wincing a little bit. Looking fabulous was a tough job.
“It’s your own fault for wanting to be taller than me,” Krista replied smirking a little as she looked over at Chase. She didn’t have much height on the blonde, but the inch she did have annoyed Chase for reasons that were largely mysterious to her though she supposed it had something to do with the blonde’s alpha nature.
“They went best with this outfit,” Chase replied keeping her eyes trained forward as if she wouldn’t even dignify Krista’s response. The truth was she had wanted to be taller than her lover.
“If you say so,” Krista replied as they turned towards the tube station.
“If you’re going to humor me, I’d prefer it to be in the form of a foot rub when we get home,” Chase responded.
“I’m sure you would,” Krista said looking over at Chase for a second before smirking. “What’s in it for me?” she continued a moment later.
“Getting to touch me,” Chase purred pressing herself more firmly against Krista’s side.
Krista smiled and wrapped her arm around Chase’s waist as they made their way across the platform. That was a pretty good incentive.
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Later that night …
Krista flipped Chase onto her stomach and climbed on top of her, kissing her neck and shoulders, before she began nipping at the pale skin she found, the movement light and teasing at first before she began to apply enough pressure to draw blood, the release of crimson drawing a pleased hiss from Chase as Krista sighed contentedly.
The foot rub was totally worth it. By the time she was finished with the blonde she was so relaxed that she was in no state of mind to fight for the top.
“No,” Chase said firmly a moment later as a ringing sound broke the relative silence of their bedroom. “Do not even think about answering that,” Chase continued though she suspected she was wasting her breath. There was only one person who had that number and they always called back until they got an answer.
“He’s just going to keep calling,” Krista responded kissing the small of Chase’s back before reaching over the bedside table to pick up the phone.
“What?” Krista asked somewhat peevishly as she opened the phone. Once she climbed off of her Chase had turned onto her back and positioned herself against the headboard with her arms crossed over her chest looking distinctly unimpressed. If they continued after the call, Krista was sure she was going to have to fight for the top.
“When? We can’t leave until tomorrow night,” Krista continued before sighing deeply. “Not all of us can go about our business at high noon,” Krista went on biting her lip as Chase slipped under the covers. “Okay. I said okay. I got it. I GOT it. I’m hanging up. No I’m not in a hurry,” Krista continued getting increasingly agitated. She was kind of in a hurry. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I will. I will. I … bye. No, bye,” she finished clicking the phone shut and placing it back where she had retrieved it from.
“Can’t he save the world on his own once in a while?” Chase whined as Krista turned back towards her.
Overall she had adjusted to her new relatively domestic un-life with Krista with surprising ease. Then again, freelance mercenary work was right up her alley and she was still able to hunt – even if it was only on ‘Krista Approved’ criminals, perverts and various other degenerates – so her life was still pleasantly full of violence, guns and sex, as well as movie dates, grocery shopping and sharing the morning paper over a warm mug of O+.
The occasional call from Blade requesting their help with a particular mission however was something she had not gotten used to, didn’t want to get used to, and would continue to bitch about – likely for the rest of their unnaturally long lives.
“You know the money you were able to pilfer from Chthon won’t last forever, especially given our life spans,” Krista responded knowing that as soon as Chase got to strap a gun on again she would stop complaining. “Besides, you’re the one that wants to renovate the kitchen,” she went on reaching for the cover, hoping to coax Chase out from underneath it.
Chase held the cover right where it was over everything Krista desperately wanted access to.
“I’m going to remember that next time you’re like ‘Oh, Chase. Let’s have Chorizo-Potato Fritatta’s for breakfast. They’re delicious and spicy’,” Chase responded eyeing Krista. “We can’t have them because the kitchen is cramped.”
“What about Huevos Rancheros?” Krista asked hopefully, reaching for the covers again knowing that Chase had absolutely no will-power when it came to denying her sex. If she continued to try the blonde would give in.
“Cramped,” Chase responded maintaining her hold on the cover.
“Pancakes?” Krista asked. You didn’t need to have any room to make pancakes. When she’d been on tour in Iraq they’d managed to make pancakes on hotplates.
“Cramped,” Chase responded though she did allow Krista to lower the cover enough that the brunette had access to her breasts, though she steadfastly refused to let it go any further.
“Toast?” Krista asked getting a sense for where this was going. Not only was Chase going to make her work it for it now, she likely wasn’t going to feed her until they got the kitchen renovated. She probably wouldn’t even make McCain fruit-punch mix until they got the kitchen renovated.
“You on the counter and me between your legs?” Krista asked as she began to kiss Chase’s collarbone, her hands drifting up to cup the blonde’s full, creamy breasts.
“Doable,” Chase replied, the image Krista planted in her mind turning her on enough to inspire her to drop the cover a little bit more.
“I’ll say,” Krista purred against Chase’s chest, her hand slipping beneath the cover to slip between Chase’s slightly parted thighs.
“Charmer,” Chase retorted allowing her thighs to fall further open. Denying sex to get what she wanted wasn’t something that she was good at because it meant no sex. She’d stick to her guns with the cooking thing however. She wanted that kitchen renovated.
“Omlette?” Krista asked kissing her way down Chase’s torso.
“Cramped.”
“Scrambled--”
“Krista,” Chase interrupted running her hand through the brunette hair. “If you don’t get down there, we’re going to renovate the bathroom too.”
The End
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