Dominica & Kira

 DOMINICA & KIRA

Dominica is sparring against an opponent in the ring at a gym. She's dressed in her signature Peacekeeper look and makes quick, easy work of her opponent.

She sees John Smith, looking at her, from the floor.

“You want to step up?”

John eyes the beautiful strong woman wearily.

“No thank you.  You've got excellent skill, real good moves.”  He walks around the outside of the ring, admiring her form and strength.  “Do you remember me?” he asks curiously

Dominica turns to face John, a wicked grin spreading across her face.  She hops down from the ring with catlike agility, sauntering over to him with a sway of her hips.

“Ah, da handsome man from the tank!  Of course I 'member you, tovarish.  John Smith, da one who prefer to ask questions then shoot later.”  She chuckles, circling him like a shark.  “What bring you to dis part of the city?  Come to watch me break in another puny sparring partner?”  Her blue eyes glint with mischief and something more heated as she looks him up and down appraisingly.  “Or maybe…” She leans in closer, her ample cleavage straining against the tight red latex of her leotard, warm breath tickling his ear. “...you've missed our little adventures together, da?  The excitement, da thrill of battle…” Her voice drops to a husky purr. “...and perhaps some of the more... private moments after, mmm?”

He chuckles.

“Yeah, I have.  All of that.”  John hands her a clean towel.  “You're a fucking badass.  And I - we need someone like you.”

Dominica takes the towel, using it to casually dab at the sheen of sweat on her neck and cleavage without breaking eye contact with John.  Her lips curve into a smirk as she misinterprets his serious tone.

“Da, I am badass, tovarish.  Best damn fighter in Echo City, maybe da world,” she says with no shortage of bravado, tossing the towel aside.  “But I am already fighting for the good, no? Keeping dis hellhole of a city in line…” Her hand drifts to the Peacekeeper emblem on her chest, tracing the stylized eagle and truncheon.  She leans back, crossing her arms under her ample bosom and cocking a hip to the side.  “But I sense there is more to your visit, Johnsy boy. Spit it out, I am listening.”  Her eyes narrow shrewdly as she studies his face, trying to read between the lines.  Curiosity and a flicker of concern cross her face as she awaits his response.

“You're right.” John says, “I'm putting a team - well, Kitty and I are putting a team together.  Our own.  Independent from the Peacekeepers.”  He eyes this ultimate badass up and down.  “We want you, Dom.”

Dominica's eyes widen slightly, surprise and intrigue flashing across her face.  The smirk fades, replaced by a look of intense focus as she regards John seriously for the first time.

“A independent team, da?  Separate from da Peacekeepers?”  She repeats his words slowly, turning them over in her mind.  The idea is audacious, controversial... and thrilling.  She takes a step closer to John, her voice lowering.  “And you and da little catgirl want me to lead dis... 'Freedom Angels', as it were?”  A hint of a smirk plays at the corners of her mouth once more.

“Basically, kinda, yeah.  I'm in charge.  But, yeah, you're.. you're the first.  Candidate number one.” John smiles and leans in.  “You'd be able to lead your own squad.  No more shit from endless ranks of bureaucrats.  We'd be able to directly help the people.  Do what we believe needs to be done, no one to question us, but us.”  He pauses.  “But I mean, yeah, we've got structure, yeah.  Kitty, Florence, myself and..”  He raises an eyebrow at her.  “You..?”

Dominica's eyes sparkle with intensity as John outlines his plans, his vision of a true mercenary force unbound by the shackles of bureaucracy and corruption that had long plagued the Peacekeepers.  Her heart races at the thought of leading her own squad, of being able to act decisively without always needing approval from above.  As he mentions the other members, her gaze returns to him and she nods slowly.

“Florence, da tough old bat, I could believe.  And Kitty, da cute little hacker, I know she has skill to match her looks.  But tovarish…”  She leans in even closer, till they're nearly sharing breath, and whispers.  “Are you sure you want to put me in charge of anytinking, with no one to answer to?  You know what they say - absolute power corrupts absolutely.  And I am no angel, as you know..”  But still, she can't suppress the grin spreading across her face, the hungry gleam in her eyes.  “Dat's a tempting offer!”  She laughs.  “I like da way you think, Johnsy boy.”  Then a thought strikes her and she sobers a bit.  “But what about da other Peacekeepers?  How do I betray trust of Cynthia, Xian...?”

They leave the ring and head to the locker room, discussing.

“You don't have to quit being a Peacekeeper.” John says.  “Kitty and Florence are both staying.  They're just.. opening up more avenues.  I don't... I don't intend to guide anyone away from the Peacekeepers.”  He looks at her seriously.  “Betrayal is not a feeling I want anyone to get from this.”

Dominica nods slowly, considering John's words as they enter the locker room.  The sound of running water and distant chatter from other fighters fades behind them, leaving a moment of relative quiet.

“Betrayal,” she murmurs, more to herself than to him.  Her eyes meet his, and she sees the sincerity, the determination in them.  She knows he means every word.  “You want to build something new, something better than da old, rotted Peacekeepers…”  She starts to pace, her hands gesturing as she speaks. “...and you want me to help lead dis new dawn, but not by turning my back on my duties.  Da's... that's clever, da's smart.”  She turns to face him fully, the red latex of her leotard squeaking softly as she moves.  Her expression is a mix of excitement and trepidation.  “Da's a chance to be more, to do more than just keeping dis city in line and cracking heads.  A chance to truly protect people, like da way I always wanted to, not da way I was ordered to.”  Her voice rises with passion as she points a finger at John.  “But dat don't mean I won't have to walk careful, just in case.  Don't be thinking I won't be watching my back every step of da way, just in case your little experiment goes sideways.  I have not survived dis long by being blind.”

“Yes, you'll have to be careful, for sure.  All of you will.”  He adds quietly.  “Our path.. it's a different one.”

She begins to undress in front of John.

“You really are something incredible, Dom.”

He looks away, before staring too much, adjusting some towels.

Dominica smirks as she catches John admiring her form, a hint of a towel slipping from his grasp. She takes a step closer, invading his personal space once more.

“You can't deny our path will be dangerous, she continues casually, as if oblivious to the tension between them. And not just for me, as you say. But tovarish, a path was not meant to be safe, da?  Danger makes us strong and brave, keeps our senses razor sharp.  Without danger, life would be as boring as dry toilet paper.”  She steps even closer, looming over John as she reaches out and plucks the towel from his grasp, tossing it aside carelessly. Besides, you forget your first recruit has been waiting for a chance to prove herself in a way the Peacekeepers couldn't allow.”  Dominica grins wickedly, blue eyes glinting as she stares down at him.  “In any case, you're right.  Da Freedom Angels will be different.  Better in every way.”  Her voice drops to a husky murmur.  “And with me and you working together, I have a feeling the future will be very... exciting indeed.”

John looks directly at her naked chest, at his eye level.  He leans in and begins kissing her breasts, his hands begin to roam her backside.

“You know how to sweet talk when you want to."  He says between kisses, teasing her nipples with his mouth and tongue.  Dominica shudders as John's mouth and hands explore her naked flesh, a soft moan escaping her lips.  She tangles her fingers in his short hairs, holding him close as he teases her sensitive nipples.

Her own hands start to wander, slipping under his shirt to map the hard planes of his back, the sculpted muscles of his chest.  She tugs impatiently at the fabric, wanting to feel his bare skin against her own.

“But tell me, tovarish,” she murmurs huskily against his ear, “...is this your answer to every difficult negotiation?  Throwing me off balance with your charm and your talented tongue?  Because it's not exactly a conversation killer…”  She nips playfully at his earlobe, one hand drifting down to cup the growing hardness in his pants.  “And as much as I love a democratic approach, this feels more like a dictatorship.  But maybe da best kind - the kind where da leader rules with a firm, skilled hand and rewards their subjects generously, as a result.”

John presses his forehead against hers, hard.

“I think I know exactly what you mean.”  He leans in and kisses her madly.  “I think I have exactly what you need.”  His hands roam her.  Dominica matches John's fierce passion with her own fervor, kissing him back with a hunger that borders on desperation.  She grinds her naked body against his clothed one, the friction of the rough fabric against her sensitive skin only stoking the flames of her desire.

Her deft fingers make quick work of his belt and fly, shoving his pants down just enough to free his hard, heavy cock.  She wraps a hand around it, stroking him with confident, almost impatient moves, as if eager to feel him inside her.  John's hands map every curve and valley of her body, from the firm globes of her ass to the toned muscle of her thighs.  He grips her hips hard enough to leave bruises, pulling her flush against him as he lifts her effortlessly onto a nearby bench.

She wraps her legs around his waist, using the leverage to pull him closer, to line him up with her dripping entrance.  She's so wet that his cock slips inside her with a single, smooth thrust, her inner walls clenching tight around him.

“Fuuuuck..!” she hisses, throwing her head back as he fills her so completely.  “...John, y-you feel... ahhhn! ...da best kind of.. ahh tovarish!”  She starts to move, rolling her hips against his as she grinds on his cock.  Her nails rake down his back, leaving red lines etched in his skin as she urges him on.  “Harder, she demands breathlessly.  Faster, Johnsy!  Don't hold back, no matter what... so take what you need... take it, Johnsy, boy!”

John matches the intensity of Dominica's thrusts, his hips slamming against her thighs with enough force to leave a reddening mark behind.  Sweat beads on his brow and runs down his chest and stomach, dripping onto her heaving breasts.  He leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth once more, sucking and nipping at the hardened peak until she cries out beneath him.  His other hand drifts between their writhing bodies to rub at her most sensitive spot, his calloused fingers stroking her slick folds in time with his thrusts.

Dominica throws her head back, mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy as her climax builds rapidly. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, leaving half-moon indents in his skin as she holds him tight, never wanting to let go.

“Fuck, Johnsy, fuck!”  She nearly shouts, her voice echoing off the tiled walls of the locker room.  “I... I'm going to... cum, you fucking bastard!”

One, two, three more powerful thrusts, and she's coming undone beneath him, her walls clenching and fluttering wildly around his pistoning cock.  She bites down hard on his shoulder to stifle her scream, tasting the coppery tang of blood on her tongue.  The feeling of her coming apart around him is too much, and with a last, brutal thrust, John buries himself to the hilt inside her, spilling his hot seed deep within her quivering depths.  They remain locked together like that for long, shuddering moments, panting harshly as the aftershocks of their mutual climax fade away.

Eventually, John raises his head to meet Dominica's gaze, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

“Not bad, tovarish,” he murmurs, brushing a damp lock of hair from her sweat-sheened forehead. “...not bad at all.”

Dominica grins back at him, her eyes still glazed with satisfaction and lingering lust.  She leans up to capture his lips in a slow, deep kiss, pouring all of her pent-up passion and desire into the embrace.  When she finally pulls back, she smirks at him with a wicked gleam in her eye.

“Mmmm, you can say that again, Johnsy boy.  That was a beautiful end, indeed.  The best way to seal a deal, I'd say.”  She stretches languidly beneath him, her naked body on full display.  “But don't think this means you're off the hook,” she adds with a playful wink.  “We have a lot of work to do, you and I.  A new team to build, a new way of doing things…” Her expression turns serious for a moment.  “And I won't always go easy on you, just because we have such... chemistry.  In da training yard and out of it.”  With that, she gives his softening cock a teasing squeeze, a reminder of the pleasure they just shared, before pushing him off of her and standing up on shaky legs.  “Now, let's get cleaned up and discuss da details of our new arrangement over something stronger than Gatorade.  My treat.”  She rests a hand on his chest for a moment, a silent promise of more to come.

* * * * *

Kira lines up her shot on the marksmen range.  BANG!  A perfect shot, between the eyes of her target.  She smiles to herself, pleased with her performance.

The door to the range buzzes open and John Smith walk in.  Kira looks eyes them up and down discreetly.  She checks over her weapon as she addresses them, softly.

“How are you, today?”

John removes his sidearm and sets it down on a table.

“I'm doing good, Kira.  How are you?”  He looks at her target.  “Seems like you're doing pretty well.”

Kira steps back from the firing line, her weapon lowered and forehead glistening slightly with exertion.  She meets John's gaze, her lips curling into a smirk.

“Oh, I'm doing more than good, handsome.  The targets don't stand a chance around me.”  She winks teasingly.  “But if you want the real answer, I've been drowning in paperwork and politics in HQ.  Mama needs some...action.”  Her eyes flick downwards, admiring his physique before he catches her staring.  Kira clears her throat softly.  “It's always great to see a friendly face around here.  Especially one as handsome as yours.”  She grins cheekily. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company today, stud?  Just dropping by to check up on little miss sharpshooter here?  Or is there...something else on your agenda?

John smiles at her forwardness, but he's ready for it.

“Both.”  He eyes her beauty, taking it all in, as he moves around her and takes a seat in a swiveling chair.  “You're incredible Kira, truly.  You're inspiring and I don't know if I've seen someone shoot as good as you, not that I've seen as many as you, but still, you know you're good.”  He wipes his hands, studying her face and figure.  “And you're so incredibly beautiful.  But, that's kinda besides the point.  But maybe not.  Okay, well, the point is, you're incredible and you've got heart.”  He leans back and crosses his arms, tilts his head slightly.  “And I've got a proposition for you.”

Kira listens intently to John's sincere compliments, a faint blush coloring her cheeks beneath the light sheen of sweat.  She leans against the edge of the table beside him, crossing her long, toned legs, batting her lashes playfully.

“Well, I do aim to please...in more ways than one.”  Her grin widens, teeth glinting.  “But I appreciate you acknowledging my skills before my...assets.”  At the mention of the proposition, Kira's eyes spark with curiosity and a hint of anticipation.  She uncrosses her legs and leans forward, elbows resting on her knees as she fixes John with an intent, focused gaze.  “I'm listening…” Her voice takes on a softer, almost breathy quality.  “What's this proposition of yours, handsome?  I'm always open to...new opportunities.”  Kira holds John's gaze, her brown eyes seeming to dance with intrigue and unspoken promises.

“Kitty Collins and I are starting our own team.  The Freedom Angels.  You're a perfect fit.”

Kira's eyes widen slightly in surprise at John's revelation, but she quickly composes herself.  A slow, thoughtful smile spreads across her lips.

“The Freedom Angels, huh?”  she muses, rolling the name around in her mind.  “That sounds...intriguing.  Like something out of a cheesy action flick.  I like it.”  Her grin turns mischievous.

She stands up and takes a step closer to John, until she's standing mere inches from him.  Kira reaches out and gently grips his chin between her thumb and forefinger, tilting his head slightly to examine him.

“And you want little ol' me to be a part of this...squad?”  she asks, her voice dripping with false innocence.  She lets out a soft, husky laugh. “Well, I suppose it's not the worst idea I've heard.  Though I must warn you…”  Her grip on his chin tightens slightly as her other hand comes up to walk two fingers playfully up his chest. “...I have a habit of turning things upside down.  Myself included.”  Kira takes a step back and crosses her arms, her expression turning more serious.  “But I get the feeling this is about more than just adding muscle to the team.  There's something else at play here.  Isn't there?”  Her gaze bores into his, searching, assessing, seeing if he'll crack or crumble under her scrutiny.

“Well, you're right.” John gets up and repeats Kira's movements, invading her space and moving his hands over her body.  “We want you on the team.  And I can personally guarantee your wildest dreams will come true.  Your hearts desires fulfilled.”  He whispers roughly in her ear.  “I'll show you the love you show others.  Give it to you.  However you want it.”  He moves his hands to hers and interlocks their fingers.  “Would you like that?”  His voice has a subtle vibration with it.

Kira's breath hitches slightly as John invades her personal space, his hands roaming over her curves with a bold, almost possessive familiarity.  She can feel the heat of his skin, the strength in his fingers as they intertwine with hers.  His rough whisper sends shivers down her spine, settling like embers in her core.  Kira's eyes flutter closed for a moment, a soft gasp escaping her lips at his words.  When she opens them again, they blaze with a heady mix of desire and challenge.  She leans in closer, until she can feel the whisper of his breath against her skin. Kira's lips curve into a sultry smile as she gazes up at him from beneath her lashes.

“Mmm, that sounds heavenly,” she purrs, her voice low and teasing even as it trembles slightly with longing.  “But I warn you, handsome...I'm not an easy woman to tame.  My wildest dreams are...exacting.  My desires...inflamed.”  She punctuates the last word with a deliberate, sensual roll of the hips.

The air between them is charged, crackling with unspoken promises and pent-up desire.  Kira's grip on John's hands tightens, fingernails digging in slightly.

“You're playing with fire, baby,” she warns, but there's a breathless quality to her voice, a throb of anticipation that belies her words. “The question is...are you ready to get burned?  Because I play to win, and I don't play nice.”  Kira takes a half-step forward, until her chest is brushing against his.  Her heart is pounding in her chest, so hard she swears he must be able to feel it. The anticipation is killing her.  “Tell me, stud...what exactly are you offering me?  And will it be enough to keep a wild thing like me...satisfied?”

John begins kissing her neck.

“So far, we have myself, Kitty,” he says between kisses, “Florence, Dominica and you.”  He pauses mid kiss, his lips on her neck.  “And my vampire lover, Morana.”  He nibbles her neck.  “I haven't asked her yet, but, she's.. devoted.” John gropes Kira's front.  “And that's just to start.”  John caresses and kisses her.  “You could lead your own squad.  Take charge, if you want to.  Or, let Dominica treat you like a toy in down time.  Maybe help Kitty try out a new tail..” he pulls one of her breasts out and sucks on the nipple.  “Like I said.. whatever your desire.”  He grabs her by the pussy and rubs it gently.  “You'll have your own armory eventually.”

Kira inhales sharply as John's lips find her neck, her head tilting instinctively to give him better access.  A breathy moan escapes her as he nibbles at the sensitive skin, his teeth grazing her flesh.  She can feel the heat of his mouth, the wetness of his tongue as it drags along her throat.  Her back arches as his hands roam her body, cupping and caressing her curves through the thin fabric of her clothes.  Kira's nipples harden under his touch, straining against the confines of her sports bra.  When he frees her breast from its prison and draws the hardened peak into his mouth, Kira cries out in pleasure, her fingers gripping his bald head.  She cradles his head to her chest, holding him close as he suckles and teases.

“Oh fuck…” she gasps, her hips rocking forward instinctively as his fingers find her most intimate place.  She's already wet, the dampness of her arousal seeping through her shorts. “Yes...touch me, baby...make me feel good…”  As his words register, Kira's eyes fly open and she stares at him with a hazy, lust-drunk gaze.  A slow, wicked grin spreads across her face, her teeth sinking into her lower lip.  “A squad of my own?” she purrs, desire coloring her tone.  “My own armory, my own rules?  Now that's an offer I can't refuse…”  Kira's hand slides down his abdomen, pausing teasingly at the waistband of his pants.  “And Dominica and Kitty, at my beck and call?”  She shivers, thinking of all the deliciously debauched things they could get up to, just the four of them...or five, with John watching.

Kira leans in close, her mouth hovering a hair's breadth from his.  “And your vampire lover...devoted to you, devoted to pleasing us?”  She nips at his lip, soothing the sting with a flick of her tongue.  “Mmm, that's a dangerous combination...one that could lead to so many scandalous adventures.”  She rocks her hips against his hand, shamelessly rubbing herself against his fingers as she gazes at him with undisguised hunger.  “I'm in, baby.  I'm so fucking in.  When do we start?”

John breaks apart from her, reluctantly as hell.  But as he does, the door to the range opens and Ethan Connors walks in, ready to get some practice in.  Kira jumps back from John as if electrocuted, her heart hammering in her chest.  She quickly pushes her breast back under her sports bra and takes a deep, shuddery breath, trying to compose herself.  Her eyes dart to the newcomer and narrow.  She rakes a hand through her disheveled hair, trying to smooth it back into some semblance of order.  Kira's face is flushed, her lips swollen and glistening, and her breathing is still coming faster than usual, but she does her best to appear calm and put together.

She shoots John a warning look, a silent plea for discretion, before turning to greet Ethan with a tight, not quite genuine smile.

“Oh...hey Ethan.  I didn't realize anyone else was planning to come in today.”  There's a slight breathlessness to her voice, lingering testimony to her recent activities.  Kira takes another step away from John, putting a little more distance between their bodies.  She busies herself with putting her weapon away, her hands still trembling slightly.  “So, uh...practicing today?” she asks, glancing over at Ethan, her tone a bit too bright.  She's hyper-aware of John's presence, of the lingering heat of his touch on her skin, but she does her best to act as if everything is perfectly normal.

“Hey,” Ethan says cheerfully, "What's up guys?”

John picks up his sidearm and takes aim at a target.

“Kira was just giving me a little guidance.”  John steadies and fires off his clip with incredible speed.  He presses a button and the target comes to them.  John's grouping is tight and absolutely on point.  “That's what a little guidance can do.  No way I'd hit that on my own.”  He turns to Kira.  “Thank you so much for everything.  I'll be in touch about the Angels.  Or maybe Kitty will be.  We'll see.”

John gives a nod to each of them and then leaves the range.

Kira watches as John displays his impressive shooting skills, a flicker of pride and satisfaction crossing her face.  She's always had a knack for bringing out the best in people, in pushing them to be more than they thought possible.  When John turns to her, Kira meets his gaze, her expression carefully blank.  But there's a glimmer of heat in her eyes, a silent promise of things to come.  She gives him a small nod, a slight curl of her lips, before he turns to leave.

As the door swings shut behind John, Kira turns to Ethan, her posture stiffening slightly.  She shoves her hands into her pockets, rocking back on her heels.

“Yeah, well, that's what I'm here for,” she says with a shrug, trying to sound nonchalant.  “Steering people in the right direction, helping them reach their full potential.”  There's a hint of something else in her voice, a subtext that only the two of them understand.  The air between them feels charged, different somehow. Kira shifts her weight, suddenly self-conscious about the state of her appearance and the obvious tension lingering from her encounter with John.

She clears her throat, glancing away as she tries to change the subject.

“So, uh...you're here to practice, huh?”  She gestures to the targets set up along the range. “Need any... guidance yourself?”  There's a slight teasing lilt to her tone, a jibe at the obvious disparity between their skill levels.  Kira's lip twitches with the effort of holding back a smirk.

“Yes please” Ethan says.

Kira raises an eyebrow at Ethan's blunt request, a genuine smile playing at the corners of her mouth.  Despite the lingering heat and tension, she feels a spark of amusement at his eager, almost puppy-like demeanor.  She steps closer to him, her hips swaying subtly as she moves. Kira reaches out and adjusts his grip on the weapon, her fingers lingering perhaps a moment too long on his hands.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” she purrs, her voice low and teasing.  “Let's see what we can do about improving that aim of yours, hmm?”  Kira takes up a position behind Ethan, her body pressing against his back, her hands guiding his as he aims.  She leans in close, her mouth right by his ear, and begins to whisper instructions.  Her breath is warm and ticklish against his skin, her words punctuated by the occasional murmur of encouragement or gentle admonishment.

As they practice, the tension between them shifts, morphs from something heated and intimate to something more professional, more focused.  Kira throws herself into the task of honing Ethan's skills, her body moving with a natural, instinctive grace as she demonstrates proper technique.  There's still an undercurrent of flirtation, a hint of something more simmering beneath the surface, but for now, Kira is content to be the mentor, the guide.  The teacher showing her student the way.