(ಠ_ಠ) (break_the_cycle) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-09-21 15:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, callisto, commander jane shepard |
I think it’s actually legal to go topless in California.
Who: Shep and Callisto
What: Chatting
When: Recent
Where: Their place
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13
Callisto was getting a little restless again, but she wasn’t so bad that she had the urge to go out and kill people. Instead, she was outside giving her bike a thorough going over. She wasn’t a mechanic, but she’d learned basic things over the years. Plus it was also time to give it a wash, but first she was doing a little maintenance. Her blonde hair was unruly, as usual, and she was clad in a white tank top that showed off some of her tattoos, but was also smudged in places from the work she’d been doing.
Shepard stepped out, leaning on her good leg as she watched Callisto from the door way. It was an attractive sight. Definitely a hot one. The sheen on her skin, the unruly nature of her hair, the tank top. She licked her lips and walked down to the drive way. It was a good day, so she barely limped.
“Problems?” Jane traced her fingers lightly along a tattoo on Callisto’s shoulder.
“No, just some routine things. I was going to wash it later.” She glanced over at Jane, liking the feel of her fingers tracing along one of her tattoos. Callisto always had liked when Jane did that. Sometimes she could be more than a little touch-starved.
Jane kept up the finger tracing. She had the lines on Callisto memories, since they were the only features on her that she had. With no scars to learn, Jane had learned her tattoos instead. “I could stand to watch you get wet in that tank top. I can tell you’re not wearing a bra.”
She grinned at her. “Unless you’re bored.”
There was only one scar, the one under her breast where Xena had stabbed her with the hind’s blood dagger. Beyond that, it was just her tattoos. Looking at Jane, she arched an eyebrow.
“So basically you want a free show?” She responded before chuckling a bit. “What’s my option if I’m bored?”
“Dancing,” Shepard said. She hadn’t gone dancing in ages and it suddenly sounded like a great idea.
Run, Callisto, run. Shepard can’t dance.
“Dancing like at a club?” Callisto asked. Because it was important. If it was something other than dancing at a club, she wasn’t cut out for it.
“No, ballroom.” Janet thwacked her arm. “Of course dancing at a club. I can show you my amazing skills. I cut a mean figure on the dance floor. I’m told it’s almost as good as my driving.”
Somewhere, Miranda was torn between trying to save Callisto from the catastrophe that was Shepard on the dancefloor or secretly recording the dancing on video and using it for blackmail purposes. She was leaning towards blackmail.
“Almost as good as your driving. Well, that must certainly be a sight to behold. And it might just clear the dancefloor for us.” Callisto responded with a smirk.
“I know, right?” Jane laughed, holding her hand out for Callisto if she wanted to take it to get up. The dance floor won’t know what hit it. Everyone will think it was a grenade. “Just us? Or invite friends.”
Callisto did take Jane’s hand and got up. She then brushed her pants off before looking back at Jane. “Doesn’t matter to me. You’re the one with friends, anyways.” Callisto wasn’t exactly the friendly sort.
“I’d have to share you, which would be a crime.” Jane pulled her close, wrapping her other arm round her and giving her an almost gentle kiss. “I do like keeping you to myself.”
She slid her arms around Jane, returning the kiss and smirking. “You are a very selfish person in that respect. But I can’t argue with it either.”
There was probably one (1) singular occurrence where Jane would share her wife, but it was a situation where neither of the other people involved would be inclined to share her. Which was fine, it wasn’t like Liara would ever show her face and she wouldn’t just abandon Callisto.
“You’re mine.”
“All yours, babe.” Callisto responded. Love was still a strange concept to Callisto, but she was managing. Sometimes the emotional overload of it was too much for her, but she was adjusting little by little. And she sort of admitted that sometimes it was a good thing to be that close to someone else.
“Talk like that and we might not make it to the club,” Jane pointed out. She brushed her hand along Callisto’s face. Sometimes she felt like the whole key to remaining sane for both of them was to do normal things while acknowledging neither of them were that normal. Though Jane wasn’t as crazy as Callisto, naturally.
“Would that be so bad, though?” Callisto asked with a smirk. And really, no one could be as crazy as Callisto. Though Callisto was a special brand. She was crazy, but she wasn’t without intelligence. She was cunning, and could outwit most people when she put her mind to it. She tended to be better when her berserk buttons weren’t being hit.
“I think the point was in actually going out to dance instead of standing here looking pretty or breaking the springs on the bed.”
“Well then, perhaps we should get properly attired then, wouldn’t you say?” Callisto definitely wasn’t wearing anything club appropriate. Plus she’d prefer to put a bra on before going out.
“I was hoping you’d go out topless. Maybe with some tape over your nipples though I think it’s actually legal to go topless in California.” Jane thought it might be fun to test that law out some time.
“Something tells me you’re just looking for an excuse to start a fight over someone gawking at me if I did that.” Callisto retorted. She wasn’t against that by any means. It was a well known fact that Callisto enjoyed fights.
“Well if there’s a quicker way to get your motor running I don’t know it.” Jane winked at her. Sometimes she worried she was too sexual for Callisto, and that Callisito somehow felt forced or required. But then one could never force Callisto to do what she didn’t want to do.
“I suppose that just means we have to experiment,” she remarked. Though Callisto’s motor did get running quickly when a fight was involved. She was open to discovering other ways to get it going quickly. And really, no one could make Callisto do anything she didn’t want to do. She might still be discovering her sex drive, but she definitely had one once her switch got flipped.
“Fine, fine.” Jane dragged Callisto inside so she could at least get her bra on. “But I do love experiments.”
“I know you do. So clearly something that we must try.” Once inside, Callisto went to the bedroom and grabbed a bra and some clean, club-appropriate clothes. She then changed into them, applied some light make-up and then declared herself ready. “Alright, I’m ready to go now.”
Jane was ready by the time Callisto was. She skipped the make-up part - the glow of her scars would be fitting in the club, especially in black pants, boots and a low cut shirt. “Why don’t you drive.”
Now that was something she hadn’t expected. “Giving up the keys so easily? You must have something on your mind,” she quipped as she grabbed the keys on the way out.
She grinned. “I want to see how distracted I can make you, baby.”
“I thought as much.” She smirked. “So bike then for optimum close calls with death?”
“Bike for optimum close calls with death,” Jane agreed. What better way was there?
Living on the edge. That was how Callisto tended to live her life. It was definitely nice to find someone else who didn’t mind living on the edge like that. Callisto got on the bike and fired up the engine, then waited for Jane to get on before she took off.