Literally Pirateninja (shadowcat) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-06-18 23:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, aria t'loak, kitty pryde (shadowcat) |
Who: Kitty and Aria
What: Dancing and Sparring
When: A mid-june
Where: Afterlife
Status: Complete
Rating: Medium then high at the end
With the twins staying at Logan’s for the night, Kitty was free to get an evening to herself. Not that she didn’t love the twins, but she really needed a drink with the way her dreams were going. The bigots out in force, wanting to deport mutants. It was enough to drive Kitty to drink, or seek solace in the arms of … anyone at this point. Her crush on Esmeralda had led her nowhere, and every time she’d tried dating it ended badly.
At least she had the kids, and there was going to be a lot of time spent with them. The museum, Disney Land, lots of places. And Kitty really didn’t want them going back to Chicago…
“Scotch, neat.” Kitty took a seat at the bar, turning her eyes to the dance floor.
Aria’s own dreams were getting worse as time passed. Adjutants and Cerberus on Omega. It wasn’t going well, and it only made Aria that much more agitated when she was awake. It tended to make her wake up with the wish to kill things with her biotics. Which was why she needed to let off some steam. So fter taking care of work-related things earlier, Aria was now ready to let loose a bit. In the non-biotic-explosion way.it was letting off steam in a non-biotic-explosion way.
Her multi-colored hair was loose and she wore a shirt that had several stylish tears in it. There were glimpses of the black bra she wore under it. She was on the dance floor moving to the music. Sometimes when she’d throw her head and hair, there could be a glimpse of a tattoo on her back. Aria was dancing like she needed a good throw down. Or maybe a death metal band she could mosh to.
Kitty sipped at her drink as she watched the dancers. She decided to hell with it, finished her drink and slipped onto the dance floor. She’d recognized that hair anywhere, though the Omega tattoo was entirely new. Ghosting through Aria from behind, she grinned at her as she started to move with Aria. “Hey there!”
The tattoo was definitely new, something she’d gotten in the last couple weeks. Aria knew it would probably look like shit once she turned into an asari, their skin had a different texture than a human’s skin. Hearing a familiar voice, Aria opened her eyes and looked at Kitty, a bit of a smile on her face. “Hey yourself,” she greeted, and she moved with Kitty. “Seems like I’m not the only one looking to get lost in the music?”
“You have no idea. Or maybe you do.” She flashed another grin and danced closer. Her own woes were sparked by a combination of loneliness and a growing anger at the injustices of her dreams and her waking life.
To put it bluntly, Kitty was beginning to feel that Magneto (and Cyclops) were right. You couldn’t talk to some people. Sometimes you had to punch a nazi.
“Why do you think I’m here?” Aria countered. Normally, she was working or at least watching the crowds from her office. And with two clubs, she tended to go back and forth between Orange County and L.A. and that just upped her stress level even without factoring the dreams in. When Kitty started dancing closer, she reached out and set a hand on her hip, pulling her closer. ‘Claiming’ her as a dance partner.
Kitty’s breath caught in her throat, as it always did when an attractive person did that kind of thing to her. For all her take-charge asskickingness, she liked it when a partner was a little possessive like that. As long as it was a respectful kind anyway. She looped an arm around Aria’s shoulders and rolled her body against her.
“I don’t know, but if you’re down here and not up there, something is bothering you.”
Aria liked the way Kitty’s body rolled against hers. She was briefly reminded of her stripper days and the moves she’d use on people when giving them a lap dance. She smirked and rolled her body back against Kitty’s.
“You could say that. Being on a dancefloor is one way to relieve stress and take one’s mind off of troubles.”
Another one of those embarrassing sounds came out of Kitty’s throat and she swallowed a feeling of patheticness. “I can think of a couple other ways.”
“So can I. You got a particular taste for something?” Aria was more than willing to provide. Whether it was sex, dancing, drinking, some combination thereof, or something entirely different, it didn’t matter. Aria could certainly provide.
“How about,” Kitty murmured, before she pressed in close. “A little sparring.”
And a little sparring could maybe lead to a little something else, which Kitty was up for too.
“That sounds good to me. Do you know a good spot to spar in?” She asked, keeping Kitty close. This kind of sparring would probably not include her biotics and showing them off. Which was fine with her, she had enough of a handle on them to keep them from accidentally going off while sparring.
“We just need some floor space. Hopefully with nothing expensive that could be broke.” Kitty pressed her lips against Aria’s jaw. Aria had reach, but Kitty had flexibility.
“That can certainly be arranged. My office is rather spacious.” Considering it bridged a gap between both sides of the club, it was spacious. And there wasn’t much that was breakable in it. She slid a hand to the small of Kitty’s back and tugged her hips against her own.
“I could really, really use the exercise,” Kitty said. She tried to move with the music, but mostly found herself locked against Aria.
That wasn’t a problem.
“You and me both,” she replied. “Do you have anything sitting at the bar?” If she didn’t, Aria was just going to pull her through the crowd and up to her office. If she did, she’d let Kitty grab it before coming up. “You can leave your drink if you have one. I have alcohol in my office.” And it was free.
“Just my drink,” Kitty replied. She let her hand slide down Aria’s back and boldly groped her rear end. She kept anything important on herself. Aria could lead her anywhere right now and she’d go.
Aria liked that response, as well as the grope to her ass. She smirked a bit. She pulled Kitty off the dancefloor, swung by the bar if Kitty actually wanted her drink, then made her way to the door leading up to her office. There were a couple hulking security guys standing guard there. “Absolutely no one is to bother me. I don’t care who it is. Tell them I’m in a meeting. Or better yet, tell them I’m in L.A. and will be back at some point tomorrow.”
That taken care of, she opened the door and led Kitty up the stairs to her office. While there was furniture on the one side, situated between both two-way mirrors, there was an open space where they came up that was open enough for sparring. “I believe this area shall do for sparring?” Though she didn’t quite let go of Kitty either. But there were plenty of places for another kind of sparring to happen as well.
The guards exchanged a knowing look and Kitty grinned at them as she was dragged past them. The sexiest part of Aria was her confidence and the way she could command any situation. Summing up her own confidence, Kitty stole a kiss from her, before kicking her shoes off and dancing away. She fell into a casual defensive stance. “I’m ready when you are.”
Really, Aria just needed to pin Kitty once and it would all be over.
Aria didn’t mind the stolen kiss. She kicked her own boots off. No fair if Kitty was barefoot and she still wore boots. She smirked a bit as she approached Kitty. Aria was a bit of a brawler, having more experience with it in this life. In her dreams, her biotics had been her fallback when guns wouldn’t cut it. She had Commando training as well that she could call on.
“Then here I come,” she said as she took an offensive stance and moved at Kitty.
Grinning, Kitty prepared herself. Her movements were fluid and she fought like an acrobat or a dancer. She spun around Aria and aimed a jumping kick at the back of her head. When facing an opponent who was a brawler, not getting hit was usually the best strategy. And it wasn’t like she was some kind of henchman, where Kitty’s attacks would be a lot more brutal.
Aria ducked the kick to the back of her head. She was less graceful than Kitty was, but Aria had her own rhythm that she moved with. She had more raw power behind her, rather literally in regards to her biotics, but she wasn’t using those now. She spun and threw a quick two punches, testing out Kitty’s reflexes.
Kitty blocked the first one, but there was so much force behind it she was knocked back a little, and nearly took the second to her face. It brushed her shoulder and she twisted around, sweeping low. She followed up with a punch at Aria’s stomach.
She dodged the sweep, but she took the punch to the gut. She grunted, but her rock-hard abs weren’t injured. She then spun and threw a kick of her own. It was so tempting to unleash a blast of biotics, but she wasn’t going to catch Kitty off-guard with that. And she certainly wasn’t going to blast up her new office so quickly.
Aria was keeping Kitty on her toes, and she moved more defensively. Logan had always taught her to study her opponent, figure out how they moved and find their vulnerabilities. An aggressive attacker could have their own strength used against them, which was the tactic that Kitty switched to. She tried to get Aria into position so she could get behind her.
The thing about Aria was that her strength could be her weakness. Were this an actual fight, she’d be unloading biotic attacks on Kitty and think she had the upper hand. As it was, she was on more even footing currently. But she was using her strength and trying to drive Kitty back, effectively falling into the place where Kitty wanted her to be.
Ironically, biotic attacks might actually be a little easier to fight. Kitty was having to focus a little on not using her powers in the fight either, as that would give her an unfair advantage. She leaped at Aria from behind, intent on latching onto her and throwing her to the mat.
If they weren’t in her office, Aria would probably unload the biotics. But as it was, she was putting some effort into keeping herself from unleashing her destructive power. When Kitty latched onto her back, Aria stumbled forward and tried to catch herself, but Kitty’s added weight on her back and her momentum caused Aria to fall forwards with Kitty landing on top of her.
She grunted, but was unharmed. Aria then quickly started to wiggle, trying to flip them over. Or to at least get herself onto her back.
Kitty laughed a little. She almost got Aria’s arms pinned before she found herself flipped over and landing on her back. “Oof!”
Suddenly free enough to make her own move, Aria turned herself over and planted herself on top of Kitty, attempting to pin her. Luckily, there was plenty of room for them to roll this way and that without knocking into anything.
“Not bad.” Kitty grinned at her. She could cheat and escape really easily, but she wasn’t going to. Instead, she tried to get her knees up under Aria and push her off or roll them over. Anything to get back on top.
Not that Kitty was all that much of a top...
Aria smirked at Kitty. “I’m rather good at wrestling.” Probably all the sex, really. And particularly sex with Logan. Sometimes they could get really into it. It was her turn to yelp a bit as she was flipped onto her back by Kitty’s motion.
Digging her claws into Aria’s shoulders, Kitty shifted to straddle her, to make it harder to be dislodged. “Unlucky for you I’m pretty flexible.”
She shuddered when the claws dug into her shoulders. Aria liked that. “I’m also flexible, but I have reach,” she responded. She rolled her hips, testing the waters as it was. She then gripped Kitty’s shoulders, bucked her hips and attempted to flip them over.
Whatever smart response Kitty had to that was lost on a rough groan, and she was once again on her back. Maybe a fight wasn’t really what she was looking for. At least not a sparring fight. Kitty had anger that needed to be directed elsewhere, but right now she wanted to let it out a different way.
“You win,” She breathed.
Aria gazed down at Kitty, a bit of a smirk on her lips. “Seems like you enjoy being pinned between a rock and a hard place.” She leaned down closer to Kitty. “Do you want another round, or would you prefer to do something that makes use of more surfaces in here?” It needed to be noted that there was amazing sound proofing because the music from both the dance club and the strip club couldn’t really be heard, even in a muffled bass beat. So they could go as crazy as they wanted and nothing would be overheard by anyone.
Answering Aria, Kitty leaned her head up, kissing her hard. “Bet we can’t use all of them.”
She kissed her back hard. “That just means we’ll have to use all of them. Two-way mirrors included.” She kissed Kitty again, pressing her body tightly against Kitty’s as she slid her hands along her sides.
“Two way mirror?” For some reason that made Kitty’s blood rush, and if she wasn’t already aroused she was suddenly very, very aroused. She pulled up Aria’s shirt, rubbing her hands around her back. This was going to be amazing.
“Yes,” Aria breathed in response. She groaned at feeling Kitty’s hands on her skin. She made quick work of pulling Kitty’s shirt up and off of her. She dragged her nails across her skin as she nipped at Kitty’s neck. She was testing to see how rough Kitty wanted it. And she was definitely going to press Kitty up against one of the mirrors.
“Oh god, that sounds fun!” Kitty made a sound, bucking up under Aria and tilting her head back to expose more of her throat.
“And I have two,” she teased. Though Aria had every intention on using them both at some point. She flicked her tongue along Kitty’s neck before she took to biting a bit as one hand came up to grope one of her breasts as she rolled her hips back against Kitty’s.
“Please…” She dug her fingers into Aria’s hair, pushing her against her neck. This was one way to get bruised and she was really, really into that. Enough to beg for it, enough to beg for Aria to fuck her into the ground.
Aria couldn’t possibly say no to that. So she was more than happy to oblige Kitty. She bit her neck harder, then soothed the area with her tongue. Her hands slid over Kitty’s torso, one slipping behind her to unhook her bra and pull it off of her. She trailed her nails down Kitty’s sides.
It was almost too slow, that Kitty was tempted to phase their clothing off. She hadn't been with anyone since the last time she'd slept with Aria and she was really, really horny. "Stop playing, Ariaaaoohgod..."
She had to chuckle huskily. At the whine, Aria slid off of Kitty, then pulled her up to her feet. She then shoved her against the nearest mirror and pinned her there. Her hands moved to get Kitty’s pants off quickly. Her mouth basically attacked Kitty’s neck and chest. “Fuck,” she cursed.
Kitty mirrored Aria’s curse, arching her back against the mirror as she tried to assist Aria in the removal of clothing. Her chest was bruising a little and her neck looked like a teenager’s prom night and it was the most exciting thing.
She finally got Kitty completely naked and got herself naked as well. Aria pressed her skin tightly against Kitty’s as she dragged her nails down both of Kitty’s thighs before she picked her up and wrapped her legs around her. She rolled her hips against her as she pinned Kitty against the glass a bit tighter as she slid a hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit. Her mouth moved to her breasts, tongue and teeth lavishing them.
That was one of the best parts. The electricity of skin against skin. Her head smacked hard against the glass and her groaning became raspy and needy. She was being used against that mirror and it was hot. Knowing that they couldn’t be seen from the other side, but there was just this thin layer between them and the club? It was a miracle Kitty hadn’t already come.
She groaned, keeping her attentions on Kitty’s breasts as her fingers rubbed against her clit, then she slid two fingers inside of her. She started rocking her hips against Kitty’s to add to the sensation. It was intensely hot screwing Kitty against the glass. They couldn’t be seen, but they could see out.
“Oh my god…” Kitty moved her hands down Aria’s chest, squeezing her nipples and then rubbing her thumbs over them. Some objective part of Kitty’s brain thought that Aria’s skin was a little less red and a little more blue, but that was probably the lighting in the office. Aria probably had no idea how much she needed this.
Aria moaned at Kitty’s touches. It sent waves of desire through her. She moved her fingers faster and harder and she moved her hips in time as well. Her muscles shifted under her skin, showing off in all their toned glory as she kept Kitty pinned against the glass. She pressed the nails of her free hand into Kitty’s thigh. “Oh fuck,” she cursed again. Goddess this felt good.
All that Kitty could do was hook her ankle around the back of Aria’s knee, her hands shaking as she tried to make Aria moan again. She couldn’t get a hand between them to reach between Aria’s leg and she made a cute, frustrated little groan. Her head smacked against the mirror again when Aria dug into her thigh. The pain and pleasure combination pushed her right to the edge of orgasm.
Another moan did come out of Aria. She kept moving her fingers and hips, intent on throwing Kitty off the edge. She kept her nails pressed into Kitty’s thigh. They weren’t long enough to break the skin, but they would leave marks when she’d let go. Which she definitely wasn’t going to do yet. She wanted to see how loud she could make Kitty scream.
Kitty was already louder than she'd been the last time they'd had an intimate encounter. Ironically, that one had started under similar circumstances. Though less dancing and more working out. She dug her fingers into Aria's skin, one hand on her right breast and the other on a hip, and rocked her body, until the build up was out of control.
And then she snapped, and screamed Aria's name loud enough to make her ears ring.
She moaned as Kitty’s fingers dug into her skin. Aria’s ears also definitely rang with Kitty’s scream. It was intensely satisfying and an intense turn on as well. She kept her fingers working, carrying Kitty through her orgasm before she finally stilled her fingers and slipped them away from her.
“Hot,” Aria commented with lust written in all of her features.
Pretty sure she’d fall over if she was put down right away, Kitty held onto Aria as she caught her breath. For all that she liked being the more dominant one in most of her more recent relationships, it was kind of nice, relaxing and hot to sleep with someone who took that role. “I know you are.”
Aria was in no hurry to put Kitty down, she just kept her pinned to the glass. She laughed huskily at Kitty’s comment. “I was talking about you,” she retorted, though she knew that Kitty knew that. Aria was already contemplating which surface to use next. Could be her desk, or the other window which overlooked the strip club, which could actually prove very hot.
This would be embarrassing if anyone she knew every found out, but that wasn’t going to stop her. She leaned her head in, kissing Aria’s shoulder, and the biting it. “Why do I get the feeling you’re not done with me yet?”
She groaned when Kitty bit her shoulder, then chuckled. “Because I’m not,” she responded simply. After a moment, keeping hold of Kitty, Aria stepped away from the window and moved over to the other one. Though instead of pressing Kitty’s back against it, she set Kitty down on her feet, then turned her to face the window before she pressed up against her back. “How does this work for you?” She practically purred into Kitty’s ears as her hands groped her breasts. Kitty definitely had an excellent view of the dancers down there. A couple of them were dancing on poles.
“I wha….” Kitty shuddered, groaning against the glass. It was really an excellent view, and Aria’s hands were making her entire body feel like it was burning. “Good work, work good, oh god…”