Who: Asami and Kitiara What: Exchanging gifts and partying When: December 16th Where: Asami's holiday party Warning/rating: Teenish, suggestive language
Kitiara was more comfortable in a pair of skintight blue jeans and shirts that showed off maybe a touch too much cleavage, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t dress up with the situation called for it, and Asami’s holiday party seemed like the kind of event that did. Instead of her usual wardrobe, Kitiara had donned a sleeveless turtleneck dress, blue, that fell just past her knees. One might even have called it modest, at least before they noticed the leg slit that came up to Kitiara’s hip.
While no one could call Kitiara tardy most of the time, she rarely turned up to parties before she had to. But she’d made a point to come to Asami’s party a little early so that she could have some time alone with the CEO. It wasn’t that she wanted alone time with Asami, she told herself, but she’d much rather give Asami her Christmas present without the prying eyes of the rest of Asami’s associates. She didn’t want to have to figure out some sort of explanation for what the small purple stone that seemed to be lit from within was, or where she’d gotten it. Asami, at least, knew about the dreams. She stood inside, waiting for Asami to appear, looking as comfortable in her surroundings as she would if she herself owned the building.
Kitiara’s normal attire drew no complaints from Asami. She was a fan of anything that showed off arms or chests, and often spent too long staring at Kit in particular. That didn’t really mean anything, just that Kit was attractive.
The fact that she was excited to see Kit, and looking forward to how she might be dressing up didn’t mean anything either. Nor what she’d chosen to wear for her. None of that meant anything.
The gift she’d chosen for Kit (at least the one that was meant for the public to see) was something practical yet hopefully beautiful. A leather saddle, handmade and exquisitely detailed. Hopefully Kit would like it. Hopefully Kit would like the really sexy custom chopper she was going to roll it out on, too.
Asami tended to go overboard when she considered someone a friend.
Her dress was red, naturally, made from a sheer fabric with one bare shoulder. Swirling patterns covered her chest, parts of her stomach and most of the skirt. The look was completed with stockings and garters, with suspenders disappearing up into the dress. She came into the office and … stared. “Oh, you look… really nice.”
Kitiara turned to Asami, a roguish smile on her face. “You say that as if it isn’t true every day,” she said with a wink. Her own heart had beat a little harder when Asami stepped into view, but other than giving the woman an appreciative glance, Kit didn’t let it show on her face. Instead, she stepped forward to embrace the other woman. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” she said, an understatement if there ever was one.
“I try. I didn’t spend much time on my hair today.” Not that it ever looked like she spent less than six hours on it. Asami held the embrace a little too long. Kit was warm and distracting and really they could skip the party right? Or at least find a quiet corner...
She stepped back and smiled brightly, teasing, “I’m glad you came. I didn’t have a second choice lined up.”
Kitiara scowled and rolled her eyes. “No need to rub it in,” she said. She’d seen Asami’s bedhead, or rather, lack thereof, and it still made her a little jealous. Her own short hair constantly seemed to be messy. It gave her a wild look that Kitiara was rather fond of, but sometimes she wished it would just do what she told it to do.
“Well, what else is there to do on a Friday night?” Kitiara teased. “I hope you don’t mind that I came early. I have a present for you, and I was hoping to give it to you before we had an audience.”
Asami was fond of that wild look. Any morning they spent together she’d often be running her fingers through Kit’s. “I don’t mind. I’ll have your gifts for later. I’m sure you don’t want to see them in front of people either. Especially what I’ve got planned for tonight. If you.. Want to hang out more. After the party.”
“With an invitation like that, how can I refuse?” Kitiara all but purred. “Colour me curious about your plans.” She hadn’t been disappointed by any of Asami’s plans so far, and she was sure that that wasn’t about to start now.
The dreams had given Kitiara nine of the magic stones, though fine velvet bag she pulled from her cleavage only held one of them. She was going to give her brother three of them for Christmas, and she’d keep the rest of them for future use. She swallowed heavily before offering the bag to Asami, suddenly nervous that she might not like the gift, though she didn’t allow the anxiety to show on her face.
Really. The purring. That was cheating. Asami leaned in and stole another kiss, then stepped back, her eyes drawn to Kit’s chest by the movement. She took the bag from Kit, a curious expression on her face, then opened the bag and peered inside. She pulled the stone from it and held it in her hand. “Oh, it’s beautiful!”
Kit wrapped an arm around Asami’s waist, stepping just slightly behind her so they could both see the jewel.“It’s magic,” Kitiara said. It was amazing how after only nine months living here, she could already say that phrase without sounding ridiculous. “Though my travelling companion in my dreams told me he met a gnome who’d been using stones much like these - in my dreams, the gnomes are the scientific ones.” Well, kind of. They were about as logical as any being who would attempt to use science in a world run by magic, and Kitiara had never met a gnome she didn’t want to boot in the face. But if the obnoxious little beings could find a use for it, she had no doubt that Asami would be able to do better.
Leaning her hip into Kitiara, Asami turned the tone over in her hand. She laughed a little, “I can feel something. Like there’s energy here. And somehow I believe gnomes would be the sciency ones.” She turned her head, looking into Kit’s eyes. Excitement brewed in her own. “Is it like a power source? What kind of magic does it do?”
“To tell the truth, I’m not entirely sure,” Kitiara admitted, about as sheepishly as Kitiara ever got. “In my dreams though, I got the impression that it could increase magical ability. I plan on asking my brother to put some study into them.” She’d seen the mage who she’d stolen them from bring fire raining from the sky. Raistlin’s proclivity to magic gave her a deeper understanding of it than most soldiers, and she was sure that kind of magic shouldn’t be possible without some kind of amplifier, unless a mage was unusually strong in their magic. “Though from the tell of it, the gnome was attempting to use it to convert light into sound.” She snorted to show what she thought of that particular idea.
“But if anyone can figure out how to use it’s power, it’s you.”
Asami tilted her head, studying the stone again. She’d have to get it under a microscope to start, run some energy tests. Determine its output and what kind of energy it was. “This is a fantastic gift, thank you.”
Testing her brain? It was perfect, and if she could find a way to use it or convert it into something else so much the better. “I’ve been working with a friend on developing some anti-matter energy sources, this might help with that.”
She felt a little guilty, thinking about Helena. But she and Kit weren’t exclusive, right? Right.
They weren’t exclusive, though if Kitiara ever heard about this Helena woman definitely try to fight her. “I’m glad you like it,” Kit said warmly. “I don’t even know what anti-matter is, but I’m glad I could help you with your project.”
That would be a hell of a fight. Harley would make popcorn. Asami would just be stressed.
“A potential energy source.” Asami carefully put the stone back in the velvet pouch, then threw her arms around Kit and kissed her energetically. “I feel like my gifts for you aren’t nearly as special, but I hope you like them.”
Kit returned the kiss with gusto, and briefly wondered if they had time to go somewhere private to slip out of their dresses, but she realized with a touch of disappointment that that wasn’t likely.
“Oh, I can’t imagine they’ll be disappointing,” Kitiara said. Asami seemed to know what she liked, and more than that, she had the money to back it up.
“Lets put in an appearance then,” Asami replied, nearly leaning in to kiss her again before stopping herself. “After, you’ll get your gifts. And then you’ll get me.” She pulled away, giving Kit a teasing look.
When she put it like that, Kit almost wanted to skip the presents all together. Almost. Not quite as much as she was tempted to suggest they skip the party all together. Maybe if they were lucky, Asami would be able to slip out early with no one noticing.
As it turned out, the party wasn’t a complete drag after all. Kitiara spent a good chunk of the night at Asami’s side, but had plenty to drink, and had managed to find an eager audience to tell tales of when she was younger, living out of the backseat of her car as she traversed America. She even deigned to share a dance with some awkward young man who’d made fumbled through an invitation to her. But Kit was nothing but impatient, and when she noticed some of the other guests taking their leave, she quickly scanned the crowd for Asami and made her away to her side. Catching Asami’s eye, she silently asked with raised eyebrows and a nod toward the door if it was time to take their leave yet.
The dance made Asami a little jealous and she made sure to dance with Kit afterwards. But then she also danced with a couple of others, so there was that.
Asami caught Kit's eye and nodded, slipping out through a side entrance and pressing herself against Kit once they were outside. "Enjoy yourself?"
“Not as much as I am now,” Kitiara said, punctuating her sentence by wrapping her arms around Asami, pulling her closer, and kissing her deeply. “I had more fun than I thought I would, to be honest, but I’m not sure how much longer I would have lasted.”
Making a little approving sound, Asami kissed Kit back and momentarily forgot what she was going to say. “Well. Glad you enjoyed yourself. And I know I look like I’m in my element but it’s not the thing I’d like to do with my time most of the time.”
Though she did enjoy dressing up and showing off. She was vain enough to admit that.
“I’ll have to take you to one of my parties next.” They were wild, compared to the one she’d been to, and involved a lot more cursing and fighting than the party they’d just slipped out of, but if she was any judge of character, Asami could no doubt handle herself.
“I’d love that.” Asami was genuinely excited at the idea. There was a vague feeling of below-decks on the Titanic, though hopefully less icebergs. She leaned in for another kiss. “Come on, I still have to show you what I got you.”
Asami lowered her voice to add. “And then show you what I got you.”
“When you put it like that, I almost want to skip the gifts,” Kit laughed. Of course, she was far too excited about her what Asami had actually got for her to be completely serious with that. “But please, lead the way.”
“I just hope you find it exciting enough. I got something for you and for Cinnamon.” She took Kit’s hand to guide her. That’s all. Just to guide her. There was a suite of offices and she’d hidden the presents there. Only letting go of Kit’s hand long enough to unlock it, she led her in and then flipped on the light. The sweet sweet ride was there, with the leather saddle on the seat.
Kit wasn’t often caught off guard, but her breath caught in her throat once she got an eyeful of her present. Without saying a word, she stepped closer to her gift and ran her fingers along the smooth sides of the motorcycle, and the leather of the saddle. “Oh, Asami,” she breathed, managing to tear her eyes from her new bike. “I love them.”
Asami was so happy. She beamed at Kit, her hands clasped in front of her. “I’m glad! The saddle is custom made, and so is the bike’s paint job, but that’s how it game. I saw it and thought of you.”
The saddle was clearly not an impulse buy, but the motorcycle kind of was.
With a few long strides, Kitiara was in front of Asami again, cupping her face between her hands, and planting a kiss on her lips. “They're both fantastic,” Kit said. Honestly, it had been what she had been expecting when she started sleeping with a rich CEO, and yet she still found herself unexpectedly touched at the gesture, in a way that made her heart flutter, but she quickly decided shoved the feeling aside.
“You’re going to have to let me show my appreciation, you know,” Kit purred instead. “Have you ever been eaten out on a bike?”