You can surprise me.
Who: Shepard and Callisto What: Being cute in the snow, if anyone finds out they'll have to kill them. When: Recent Where: Shepard's status: complete rating: PG
The plan was simple. Shepard knew it was a dangerous mission, but a critical one. She just needed to lure her target outside.
“Come on…” She remained in cover, until the target was exposed. Then she hopped over the snow bank and threw a ball at Callisto. “Gotcha!”
Callisto was completely unaware of the trap she was walking into. But the instant the snowball hit her, she knew. Shaking off the snow, Callisto eyed Jane. “This means war.” She bent down to make a snowball for herself, keeping an eye on Jane in the meantime.
Laughing, Shepard dodged back, making for the safety of her snow bank hopefully before she was retaliated on. And she wasn’t alone. Standing at the snow bank were snowmen. Or more accurately a snow-Taurien and snow-Krogan. She needed backup, that’s all.
Callisto took her snowball and leapt behind the other bank. “I see how it is now, Shepard. Think you can beat me by outnumbering me?” She taunted as she made a few snowballs and lined them up next to her. But there was amusement in her voice.
“Always attack from a position of strength,” Shepard retorted. She ducked down again, then popped up and lobbed a large snowball as a diversion. She really should have grabbed the leafblower - it would make a great AOE weapon right now.
Bringing a leafblower to a snowball fight was cheating. But Callisto had her own cheats. She could easily melt all of Jane’s defenses and her teammates. When that large snowball came in, Callisto rolled a bit, taking one of her snowballs in hand. She then popped up and chucked the snowball towards Jane.
It smacked Jane in the face and she toppled over into the Krogan. She stared at the remains of the snowman, then fell to her knees and cried out dramatically. “My son! I shall avenge you!”
She reached out and used her biotics to fling more snow than strictly necessary at her girlfriend.
That was one way to take out Jane’s allies. Not the way Callisto had planned, but it worked. And then a bunch of snow was being flung at her and there was nowhere to escape to, so Callisto got drenched in snow. “Alright, two can play at that game,” Callisto said, shaking snow off of her head. She then flung a fireball that melted part of Jane’s snow bank.
“Cheater!” Jane laughed, leaping out of cover and charging towards Callisto. She tackled her, hoping to end up on top when they hit the snow. Her hair was covered in it already, and she was laughing as she moved.
“You’re the one who used powers first!” Callisto retorted and braced herself for Jane’s charge. When Jane tackled her, Callisto grabbed hold of her girlfriend and tried to rotate them so that she ended up on top when they hit the snow. However, Callisto only managed a ninety degree turn and they both landed on their sides in the snow. She may have let out a laugh.
“I just threw snow! I didn’t melt it!” Jane laughed, grinning at her and rubbing her hand down Callisto’s side. She snuck a very cold hand under Callisto’s shirt and tickled her before rolling on her back, trying to pull Callisto on top of her. Callisto’s laugh was a special kind of magic when it wasn’t crazed.
Callisto yelped at the feeling of the cold hand on her skin, but she couldn’t suppress the laughter when Jane tickled her. Once she was on top of her girlfriend, Callisto shifted her legs so she was straddling Jane. She pulled Jane’s hand out of her shirt, then pinned her wrists over her head in the snow and leaned down over her. “Are you trying to be naughty with that cold hand of yours?”
“Would you prefer I be nice?” Jane pretended to wriggle a little, grinning up at Callisto.
She kept Jane’s wrists pinned and tilted her head a bit. Callisto liked it when Jane was naughty. But sometimes, sometimes, she also liked the nice. “What if I said yes?”
“Well,” Jane murmured, gazing up at Callisto. “We can start with… Soft kisses and I promise not to tickle you.”
Which was a lie and they both knew it. She had every intention of cuddling Callisto. Tickling her. But also cuddling.
“Somehow I don’t believe you on the tickling front,” she said and tilted her head. And she was still pinning Jane’s hands above her head. “Perhaps I should’ve packed handcuffs in a pocket to use on you.”
Jane shivered, not just from the cold. “You should start doing that. Never know when you’ll need to strap me to something for my own safety.”
She pulled her knees up, pressing them into Callisto’s back.
“You can be quite a bad girl when you want to be, that is true,” she replied. Callisto leaned back against Jane’s knees pressing against her back. She liked the feel of it. “I think I will start carrying a pair around.”
Content to just lay there, Jane smiled up at her. “You can surprise me. And I have a few surprises of my own. But a couple you can’t open until Christmas. And maybe one or two on New Years.”
“And now you’re just being a tease,” Callisto smirked. It was probably a good thing that she was having one of her more lucid days otherwise this would probably be a completely different conversation. “But I like the idea of surprising you.”
“...I have the craziest idea.” Jane nudged at Callisto, her eyes flashing with mischief. Days like this, she forgot her dream troubles or the way her leg still twinged at times. “Get off me and lets go out further onto the lawn. Just trust me!”
Callisto eyed Jane a bit warily. She wondered just what that flash in Jane’s eyes meant. “Are you leading me into a trap that you set before I got here?” But even so, she did get off of Jane.
“No trap. I need you to trust me.”
“Okay, I trust you.” Even if she still was wondering what the look in Jane’s eyes meant, but she moved further out into the yard.
Jane hopped to her feet, then followed Callisto out into the snow. Without a word, she flopped onto the ground and - started to make a snow angel. “Get down here and help me. It’s important.”
Silly and immature and yet…
Callisto rose an eyebrow and gazed down at Jane as she started to make a snow angel. “You do realize there’s an intense irony if I make a snow angel, right?” Because she was definitely no angel, even if she’d eventually become one in her dreams before she’d been reincarnated.
“Technically you were one, for like a day.” Jane grinned at her, moving her arms even faster and wondering how she’d figure out how to give her ‘angel’ a gun. It was tradition.
“I was also a demon.” And basically everything else under the sun. Human. Immortal. Goddess. Demon. Angel. Callisto had gone through them all. And now she was whatever the fuck Hydra had made her into. Some blend of demon and goddess?
“Then make a snowdemon,” Jane challenged. “Is there really a difference? Aren’t demons just angels that got kicked out of heaven? Isn’t like I can judge.” She didn’t think about it often, she didn’t let herself, but her actions in her dreams had so often been not-so-good.
“Not all of them. Tartarus wasn’t bad enough so when Xena killed me with the hind’s blood dagger, I went to Hell instead.” Callisto didn’t like thinking about her experience in Hell. It hadn’t been good. She shook her head to try and not think about those things. She took a step or two to the side of Jane, then flopped onto her back. She didn’t roll or use her arms and legs to make any pattern in the snow aside from the initial imprint of her arms and legs. Callisto got up, found a stick and used it to add two small horns to the head of the snowdemon. She then attempted to make the outline of the demon wings.
Jane stopped moving, turning her head to watch Callisto and grinning a little at how adorable the blonde looked writhing in the snow and tried not to think about other ways she could writhe. She sat up and watched her make the angel into a demon. “Angel or Demon, I still love you.”
Callisto paused in drawing the demon wings and she looked over at Jane. A smile crossed her face that was a mix of genuine and snarky. She was still working on the genuine smiles. “I love you, too. And that’s good you love me either way because I like being a bad girl.”
“You know what, I think you deserve a spanking. Come here.” Jane started to stalk towards her, with every intention of tackling her into the snow.
“You’ll have to catch me first,” Callisto teased as she dropped the stick and backed away from Jane. She wasn’t running away, so she did want to be caught. She just wanted to make Jane work a little bit for it.
Jane was willing to work for it. She flashed Callisto a grin, then sprinted forward at full speed, or at least as full speed as one could get in the snow. She jumped onto Callisto trying to tackle her into the snow again. Was that a rather girlish laugh? Maybe!
When Jane jumped onto her, Callisto caught her, but ended up toppling over backwards into the snow. There was a sound that was a mix of a laugh and a yelp as Jane jumped on her, which was followed by an ‘oof’ as Jane came down on top of her. Callisto looked up at the redhead. “Now you’ve got me,” she said.
“Mm, and what should I do with you.” She leaned down and kissed her, then sat up and smacked both of her thighs. “Other than give you a proper punishment for being a bad girl.”
She returned the kiss, but remained laying down when Jane sat up. “That is entirely up to you,” Callisto responded as she set her hands on Jane’s thighs. She had a thought to grab snow and stuff it down Jane’s shirt, but she refrained herself.
Jane grinned down at her. “I have some ideas… How are you feeling about surprises?”
“That entirely depends on the type of surprise.” With anyone else, Callisto wasn’t a fan of surprises. But with Jane? She could handle some surprises. Mostly in relation to sex. She still didn’t really do fancy stuff or anything like that.
Getting up, Jane pulled Callisto to her feet and then all but threw her over her shoulder. She patted her butt, “Let me show you first hand.”