They got me! I’m a goner!
Who: Yang and Evie What: Drinking and laser tag when: Late May Where: A club and then a laser tag place Status: Complete Rating: PG for most of it and then very high at the end
Going out with Evie seemed like a good idea. It gave Li some time to recover with Ahsoka and Yang had really, really wanted to see Evie. Push Blake out of her mind and just enjoy her girlfriend with no worried about conflict or the mess in her heart.
“It’s nice not having to use a fake ID.” Yang leaned against the bar, a Strawberry Sunrise in one hand and her eyes roaming over Evie.
“I’m sure you’ll still get more than your fair share of free drinks from people, though.” Evie responded with a bit of a smirk. She definitely needed to get out. Work was hectic, as it always was, her dreams were picking up steam, and she had the worry in the back of her mind that Yang would ultimately choose Blake. She just needed to forget everything.
Which was easier said than done when her body ached from a dream. She rubbed the back of her neck, which had been sore all day. Evie had sworn she even had a bruise around the back of her neck, caused by the necklace that Miss Thorne had been dangling from. Evie shuddered slightly, knowing how close she’d come to having her neck impaled on a broken shard of glass.
“Cheers,” she toasted, raising her beer to Yang.
“With these babies, hell yes?” Yang puffed out her chest. They were deadly weapons and she knew how to use them. She raised her drink too and knocked it back, before ordering a second. “Wanna dance?”
She needed to keep moving.
Evie laughed and tossed back her beer. She definitely needed the drink, and then some, after her day and her dream. Luckily, on top of bruises and sore muscles, Evie had only gotten a couple flesh wounds, courtesy of Miss Thorne’s dagger she’d attacked her with. Disinfecting the wounds, then putting bandages over them had done the trick. They wouldn’t even leave any scars behind, not like some of the other ones Evie carried.
“I’d love to,” she responded with a smile before polishing off her beer.
“Good.” Yang moved onto her third drink and only then did she drag Evie out to the dance floor. She only had eyes for her, wrapping her arms around her and grinding against her almost as soon as they’d gotten far enough to actually be on the dance floor. “We’re gonna forget about everything and just have some fun!”
Likewise, Evie only had eyes for Yang. Wrapping her arms around her, she moved in time to the beat of the music and in rhythm to Yang’s movements. The grinding was definitely nice. “I love the sound of that!” She’d definitely like to forget everything that was on her mind. So she was currently embracing her brother’s life philosophy, but he didn’t need to know that.
Yang yanked Evie’s head down and kissed her, fueled by a mixture of drink, attraction, and guilt. Evie was such a wonderful person and Yang was trying to do right by her. Even her dancing got more aggressive and a little needy. She might need another outlet, something that would require more exertion.
Another drink sounded good too.
She kissed her back, holding her tightly against her as she continued to dance. Evie liked Yang, really liked her, but she had worries. She wasn’t Blake, and she never could be. It simply remained to be seen how things would play out.
Evie noted how aggressive Yang’s dancing got. It seemed like they’d need more of an outlet than dancing. “Mm, maybe we should do something more active?” She wasn’t just talking about sex, though it was an option if nothing else would work.
“I don’t wanna get banned,” Yang murmured, mind obviously going in that direction. “Hey, there’s a laser tag place down the street. We could go there? I can walk straighter than I am.” Yang waggled her eyebrows.
“Laser tag sounds amazing.” Evie responded, then laughed and swatted Yang’s arm lightly. “I’d hope you can walk straighter than you are. But can you shoot straighter than you are?” Evie challenged, smirking a bit.
“I can shoot as straight as the hot cheerleader I had a crush on in highschool was.” Yang declared. Which made her think of Evie in a cheerleader outfit. And Blake. Or Ms. Goodwitch. Yum.
Yang might have the absolute hugest crush on Ms. Goodwitch. That whole stuffy librarian type thing. She marched, first, to the bar, then marched Evie out. The Laser Tag was a full block away and down a hill. Easy.
Evie laughed at that. She wasn’t certain how straight she herself could shoot, but that was probably going to make it even more hilarious. At any rate, they’d just have to see who was the better shot after imbibing alcohol. She went to the bar with Yang, then headed out with her. “Where is the laser tag place from here?” She asked, taking Yang’s hand in hers.
“Thattaway.” Yang squeezed her hand, leaning in against her and brushing their shoulders. “Went there once or twice with Ruby, on the days I could convince her to be social.”
She really hoped Ruby started getting out there more. Maybe introduce her to Blake, they could be quite and anti-social together. Yang snortgiggled.
She smiled at Yang, leaning back into her. “She’s into laser tag? Or is she more just liking being around you?” Evie could see why someone would want to follow Yang around. She was fun and lively and had a magnetic personality. Though she arched her eyebrow at the snort giggle. “Is there a joke I’m missing?”
“Nothing nothing, just imagining her and Blake interacting by sitting there and doing nothing. Ruby likes laser tag though, but she… has a hard time making friends. She’s gunshy.” Probably because she’d rather talk to machines than people. One of these days Yang was going to have to make her go into a crowd and interact. “Even in our dreams, she tries, right? But she’s not very good at it.”
“Sounds like she has a little social anxiety, maybe,” Evie said. She knew some people like that, better with inanimate objects than people. “When she’s around the right kind of people, she’ll most likely come out of her shell a bit.”
“I just hope we can find the right kind of people.” Yang nodded, mostly to herself as she took Evie’s hand to pull her into the laser tag. It was hazy inside, flashes of light in the darkness and it was already kind of a trip.
“I think you will,” she said with a nod. She may have let out an uncharacteristic squeak when Yang pulled her into the laser tag place. Despite knowing where they were heading, she’d lost sight of where the place was and was surprised. She’d blame it on the alcohol. “This place definitely is a little trippy right now.”
“That’s what’s gonna make it so awesome.” Yang made a mental note to come in high. Not that she ever got high, but just in case. It would be extra trippy on LCD or something. LCD was what it was called right?
Yang paid, pulling on a vest. She was sure she looked funky in a wrap top and a laser tag vest, and she didn’t really care.
Evie pulled on a vest of her own. She looked Yang over as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail. “I’m amazed that they had a vest that fit your chest.” She teased with a smirk. She couldn’t help it.
For some reason that made Yang blush. Could be all the strawberry sunrises, or could be Evie could sometimes make her do that because she’d discovered some of Yang’s buttons. She puffed her chest out. “Like you mind?”
Her smirk only widened. “I definitely don’t mind.” Evie also liked being able to make Yang blush. She thought it was really cute. And Yang was definitely very cute normally. More than cute, really.
Brandishing the laser gun, Yang pointed towards the field. “Okay. Do we wanna work together or split up and flank the enemy.”
Flank was a funny word and she giggled.
“Considering the lack of easy communication between us if we split up, let’s do it together.” If they had in-ear communicators or something, splitting up would be easier. Evie worked well in flanking her enemies. She was even better at sneaking up on them. She readied her laser gun and smirked at Yang. “Shall we?”
“Yes, dear.” Yang rolled her eyes and giggled again, before ‘loading’ her gun by pumping it lewdly, and stumbling out into the field. She shot at the first target, managing to hit the person before rolling into cover.
Evie chuckled and followed Yang out onto the field. She spotted someone and shot at them. It took her a second shot to actually hit them before she ducked into cover of her own. So much for her military training. Apparently her Assassin training was overriding that. She was far better with hand-to-hand combat these days than she was at shooting a gun.
Though the alcohol probably had a part to play in that as well.
“You suuuck.” Yang grinned, then gestured for Evie to follow her directions. They weren’t the best directions, being from a combination of tv shows and movies. But then she dove out of cover like Commando.
“Shut it,” Evie retorted with a grin of her own. She managed to follow Yang’s directions, the military training kicking in there. Also her instincts. When Yang dove out of cover, Evie stayed on the edge of it and gave Yang some “cover fire.” This time she managed to hit something on the first try.
Yang made more indecipherable motions with her hands, before popping out of cover and shooting her gun in the thin hopes of actually hitting something. Based on the scoreboard, she didn’t hit a thing. Somehow this was funny and she doubled over laughing.
Once she recovered she tried again, only to hit Evie.
There was probably something symbolic about that.
Now, Evie tried a different tactic, in that she’d close one eye in hopes of having a better aim when she shot people. It worked only part of the time. Her numbers weren’t that great, especially for a soldier, but she couldn’t help it right now.
And then Yang shot her, and she stood there, looking at Yang like she’d committed a sin. “That’s friendly fire!” Evie protested. She attempted to return the favor, but she missed Yang completely. And that was somehow hilarious to her and she started laughing.
“Friendly fire isn’t so friendly,” Yang declared. She spotted some other of the enemy rounding a corner towards Evie, and instead of shooting them decided to do something completely different. She charged out, jumping in front of Evie and getting ‘shot’ six times. She fell back, clutching her chest. “They got me! I’m a goner!”
When Yang jumped in front of her and took the fire, then proceeded to have a dramatic ‘death,’ Evie jumped on the drama train. “No! Yang!” She exclaimed before moving up to ‘catch’ Yang with one arm and shoot the enemy with her gun. Somehow, she managed to hit the enemy. “You shall be avenged!”
It reminded Yang so much of something her sister would do that she started giggling and couldn’t stop. “Oh no~ They hit my funny bone!”
She gripped Evie’s arm dramatically. “Avenge me, Evie! Fire and blood!”
Evie couldn’t help the grin on her face. “I will avenge you. None shall be left unscathed!” She gave Yang a kiss to seal things before she turned and started shooting at the enemies.
The scene had been tender and sweet and funny and so people had started to gather to watch. That is until Evie went on her revenge spree. Yang flopped her head onto the ground, as the other players started mimicing her with their own death spasms.
Today must have been a good day to die.
Everyone doing death spasms made Evie laugh once she finished ‘killing’ them all. She then grinned widely for a moment before looking down at Yang. “Rest now, Yang. You have been avenged.” She said in all dramatic seriousness.
“Tell my sister,” Yang whispered. “Tell her that I know what she did with the oreos, and that I’ve taken it with me to my grave!.”
And only then did Yang ‘die.’
No, wait. She sat up again. “And my Uncle, tell my Uncle I’m sorry I never texted him that movie.”
She laid down, then sat up again. “And Blake! We can’t forget Blake. Tell her, tell her.” Yang looked dramatically into the distance. “Pawlease tell her she was meow-nificent. Scratch that, she was purrfect.”
And then Yang died.
“I will,” Evie pledged in all seriousness. Though she didn’t quite understand the use of terms that Yang was using in regards to Blake aside from the possibility they were puns by the way they were said. Evie pressed her hand to Yang’s cheek before she let out a dramatic ‘Nooooo!’ that probably would’ve put Darth Vader to shame.
That made Yang break character again, and she started giggling uncontrollably as the game ended. Their score was probably terrible, but she didn’t really care. She’d had a lot of fun, and that was what counted.
Evie also descended into laughter. She didn’t care about her score, though she resolved to come back and do this when she was sober. Evie stood up, then held her hand out to help Yang up. “Excellent performance, darling.”
“Thank you, thank you,” Yang said winking at Evie as she wobbled on her feet. “You were assassinfully amazing yourself.”
She looked at Evie with a lazy but content expression on her face.
“Why thank you,” Evie responded with a grin. “Perhaps we should do this again when sober. Then we can really show off our shooting skills.” Taking Yang’s hand, she moved to return the gun and vest. “Now, shall we go for a walk? Or go somewhere...private?”
“Do you wanna fuck me somewhere where we might get caught?” Yang said, probably more loudly than intended. She had the exaggerated eyebrow waggle that matched the wobble of her feet as she tried to return the vest.
“And what if I did?” Evie responded, pulling the vest off and returning it before she turned to face Yang and step closer to her. To say Evie liked taking risks was an understatement. She leapt off of tall buildings in free fall and always landed safely. Having sex in a place they could get caught in was less death-defying, but no less appealing.
Yang stared at her with lusty purple eyes. “Take me. Take me wherever and however you want.” Evie had introduced her to sex, which was one of the best things ever and she really couldn’t get enough of it.
She smirked at Yang, running her gaze down then back up to her face. “Don’t mind if I do.” She took Yang’s hand and led her out of the arena. She glanced around the area, inwardly cursing that she hadn’t driven herself to their date. Though she couldn’t quite resist it anymore and she pulled Yang close and kissed her. Evie’s various bruises and cuts had long since been forgotten.
Moaning into the kiss, Yang ran her hands down her arms, then around and grabbed Evie’s rear. This was what she’d been hoping for since their night got started. Yang wasn’t the kind of person to be pushy, but she was very willing. Or as much as they could be while drunk.
She groaned, slipping an arm around Yang’s waist and holding her close against her. Evie definitely wanted Yang, but they’d need to find somewhere a bit more sheltered far sooner rather than later. Which was the only reason she broke the kiss, then started pulling Yang with her. “Mm I think we need a little privacy than this.” But not much. At least not now.
“Take me wherever you want so I can get a piece of that assassin,” Yang gasped, waiting for Evie to notice what she’d said.
Evie looked at Yang, chuckling. “You want a piece of my ass?” Without either of them having a car, Evie did the next best thing. Or at least it was the next best thing according to her brain being affected by alcohol and lust. She found a little alley that gave them some privacy and pulled Yang into it and down a bit from the street before she pinned her against the wall with her body. “Is this good enough?” She wasn’t certain if she could wait long enough to get back to either of their apartments.
“Good enough,” Yang said. Being pinned was amazing. The first time Blake had pinned her during sparring had been a wake-up call and Yang might just be a little bit of a bottom.
She promptly dragged her mechanical finger down the front of Evie’s shirt, popping all the buttons off. Quickest way to get access to the ladies.
Evie shivered as the air hit her newly bared skin. There was also a bandage on her stomach, one of those flesh wounds from Miss Thorne’s dagger. She slid her hands inside of Yang’s shirt, pulling it up as Evie’s hands moved towards her breasts. She leaned in and kissed Yang deeply again, rolling her hips against hers.
Yang had a joke about how quickly Evie’s hands were going to her breasts, and she giggled into the kiss as she gently, so gently, returned the favor. Evie’s skin felt so amazing.
It was rather difficult to keep her hands off of Yang’s breasts. She groaned at Yang’s touch as her own hands caressed Yang’s breasts. She loved the feel of them, and she deepened the kiss further.
Really only one thing could ruin the mood right now, but as long as the ‘l’ word didn’t come up, everything would be fine. Yang felt like she was drowning in the kiss, and needed to come up for air, but at the same time she didn’t want it to stop.
After a few more moments, Evie broke the kiss and nipped her way down to Yang’s neck. She flicked her tongue against her neck, her hands squeezing and caressing Yang’s breasts. She loved the way Yang’s skin felt, the way her body felt against her own. “Your skin is amazing,” she murmured against Yang’s neck.
“Thanks, I moisturize.” Yang’s voice was breathy and she giggled at herself. “You’re so warm, and you’re soft and hard. Like the good kinda hard.”
That was less sexy than she imagined it would be in her head.
That made Evie laugh, her breath hitting against the skin of Yang’s neck. She then nipped at the skin. “I’m hard in the same way that you’re hard. I like it.” It wasn’t the “l” word, but it was getting close to it.
Yang was going to lose it. She started giggling even more, almost uncontrollably. “We’re all muscles. Like a muscley person.” She stroked her fingers down Evie’s abs.
“We’re definitely like a muscley person.” Evie said with a grin. The muscles of her abs quivered under Yang’s touch. The movement jostled the cut on her stomach and sent a slight pang of pain through her. She hissed slightly, but didn’t pull away from Yang. Her own fingers trailed down Yang’s sides and along her abs.
“Sorry…” Yang’s hand froze. “Did I hurt...oh.” She arched and writhed into Evie’s fingers, then closed her eyes.
“It’s only a flesh wound,” Evie assured her. So long as Yang didn’t dig her fingers into any of the bruises or into the couple cuts from the dagger, it would be fine. She smiled and nipped at Yang’s neck as her fingers continued to caress Yang’s skin, trailing down to the waistband of her pants.
“Looks pretty bad,” Yang murmured, though she obviously wasn’t paying much attention. If she did, she’d clue into the fact that it was a very similar spot to where Blake had been stabbed by Adam and she didn’t need her brain going that direction.
It really wasn’t bad. Evie had only put a bandage over it to keep it from chafing. It was really more like a papercut, it stung like a bitch, but it wasn’t that deep. Mostly due to Evie’s flexibility and her clothing that she’d been wearing. She trailed her mouth down to Yang’s chest, licking and sucking along the skin as the fingers of one hand slid down to Yang’s pants and started to undo them.
Yang couldn’t say anything else, the alcohol and Evie’s mouth shorting it out in all the right ways. The only sound she could make was a low, desperate moan as she moved her hand to Evie’s head and pushed her face against her skin.
She groaned softly as her mouth trailed further down to one of Yang’s breasts. Her tongue flicked against Yang’s nipple before she sucked on it. Once Yang’s pants were undone, Evie slipped a hand inside them. Her other hand slid down Yang’s thigh, then picked it up and hooked it around her as her fingers started rubbing at her clit.
Bucking against Evie’s hand, Yang had to muffle herself with her right arm. The metal was warm against her mouth, but at least this way she wouldn’t accidentally crush something on Evie. It was an ongoing concern of hers.
Evie wasn’t worried about Yang accidentally crushing something on her with her metal arm. It never crossed her mind as a matter of fact. She hummed against Yang’s breast, slipping two fingers inside her while her thumb rubbed against her clit. Evie pressed her body tighter against Yang’s, keeping her pinned against the wall.
“Oh my god,” Yang gasped. She tried to move her hips, but Evie had her pinned to effectively that she wasn’t able to move much. For some reason that only made her hotter, her toes curling in her shoes as she screamed against the metal, body trembling and hips spasming.
Smiling against Yang’s skin, Evie rubbed Yang’s clit harder and a bit faster as she slid her fingers in and out of her as much as possible. This was definitely really hot, and she trailed her mouth over to Yang’s other breast.
Evie quickly made Yang reach a breaking point. She started to beg, digging at Evie’s scalp and writhing on her fingers. She was just so close and just a little more, “Evie…”
She groaned a bit and moved her fingers faster, doing everything she could to push Yang over the edge. She lightly bit at Yang’s nipple, her body pressing close against hers.
Throwing her head back and smacking it against the wall, Yang came hard enough that she barely felt it. The impact made her aura flare yellow, which set off a consecutive orgasm. She wrapped her arms around Evie, her moaning interspersed with short breathless laughter.
Evie was initially concerned about Yang when she smacked her head against the wall, but it was quickly pushed away when she felt her arms around her. The moaning and laughter also helped assure her that Yang was alright. She continued rubbing at her, eventually slowing her motion down as Yang came down off of her orgasms. She then carefully slid her hand out of Yang’s pants, and pulled her close. “Mm that sounded good,” she commented.
“It felt amazing,” Yang agreed, leaning in and kissing Evie. Or at least she tried to, it was highly likely she missed and left a sloppy wet kiss on her nose. To be fair, it was a miracle if she’d be able to walk. “You’re amazing!”
She giggled a bit at the sloppy, wet kiss left on her nose. “I do my best,” she responded with a grin. Evie leaned into Yang, so it was good that Yang was already pinned against a wall so that neither of them fell over.
“I don’t think I can walk. You’ve totally fucked me.” Yang leaned her head against Evie’s. She actually didn’t curse all that often, but tonight was a special occasion.
“Well then, how about we stay here until you recover?” Evie said with a grin. “I like it when I totally fuck you.” Evie could curse at times, though she more used the British swear words, like bloody, when she did.
That might be just awhile. Yang still couldn’t feel her legs, and as long as Evie was pressed against her she had no desire to move. “Tonight was perfect.”
Luckily for Yang, Evie didn’t want to move either. She was content to simply stay there pressed against Yang for a while. “Agreed. I’ve rather enjoyed myself.”
“I rather enjoyed myself,” Yang mimiced, in a horrid copy of Evie’s accent. She beamed at her.
Evie laughed at Yang’s mimicry of her accent. She leaned up and kissed the tip of Yang’s nose. “You’re adorable.”
“I try. I’m the most adorable person you’ll ever meet, except maybe my sis.”
“Clearly I’m lucky to have met you. You are very adorable.” Evie said with a grin.
They were going to be at this all night, so Yang kissed Evie again. Better that then to get into a who is cuter argument. Which she’d be mortified at herself about in the morning.
Evie kissed Yang back, snuggling closer against her. Despite the bruises, aching muscles and couple shallow cuts, Evie wanted nothing more than to be held tightly in Yang’s arms.