Page 18 of Tyton: The Spider and the Dragonfly (Tyton #1)
Talia took a deep breath. “I told her about us. Why we broke up. She deserved to know.”
Sesi nodded. “So, you’re okay with bringing her in?”
“Not really,” Talia admitted. “You’re competition now.”
“You know it’ll feed your ego if she chooses you though, right?” Sesi kicked Talia’s boot.
Talia rolled her eyes. “You promised.”
“I promised not to pursue her.” Sesi stared from under her eyelashes.
Talia narrowed her eyes, but conceded.
“Speaking of Callie,” She plopped the ream of Hexcel on the desk. “Look what she gave me. It’s doing exactly what you thought it was.”
“Fuck.” Sesi breathed.
Talia bit her lip and nodded.
“You’re sure Model 2 is bigger?” Sesi looked up at Talia to confirm.
“One hundred percent. Model 21 doesn’t have the capacity to grow beyond that space and there’s no way to enlarge it without bulldozing half a dozen buildings.
“And the latency?”
“It’s going to depend on the tech, but even if it transmits at half the speed it’s purported to, it’ll work.” Talia put her hand on Sesi’s. The gesture was both comforting and uncomfortably familiar. “We’ve been over the numbers a hundred times.”
“Okay.” Sesi gave a curt nod and stood. “Who’s available tomorrow?”
“For that sort of operation? Just you and Siku, I think. Unless you want to pull some people from The Cars.”
Sesi shook her head. “We’ve had too many Tethys motherfuckers looking to traffic there lately. I’ll take Freckles.”
“Freckles?” Talia’s eyebrows drew together.
“Your new toy.”
“What the fuck, Sesi? She doesn’t know what she’s doing!” Talia’s shoulders hunched.
“That’s not what you’re worried about. I promised, didn’t I? She needs to learn how to use the tech anyway. And it’ll give me time to explain things.”
“Sure, but she hasn’t even agreed to do anything”
“No, but she still went out with you, didn’t she?” Sesi grinned. “She’ll come around.”
“You know she’s going to fuck up the mission, right?” Talia was obviously trying to cover up the fact that she didn’t want Callie and Sesi alone together.
“Probably,” Sesi said brightly as she stood. This conversation was over.
Talia scowled. God she was infuriating sometimes.
“I still need to take a shower.” Sesi kissed the top of Talia’s head, careful to avoid messing up her hair, “make sure Freckles forgets her own name and she won’t have mine on her lips.”
Talia stood and brought Sesi into her lanky arms. “Fuck you, Sesi.” She could never see her as anything but competition now, but at least she knew Sesi wouldn’t be trying to actively sabotage her. Sesi kept her word.
Sesi laughed and squeezed back.
After she left, Sesi stripped and got under the spray, grateful that at least desalination tech had been a top priority when they built the place.
The truth was that Sesi did want Callie but she would deny herself for now. It was restraint and discipline that had kept her, Siku and Qimmiq alive for as long as they were. It had also brought her this far in her new life in the city.
Though, she thought, it wasn’t what had brought her to the city. That was something different. That curiosity. The belief that there was more. That she was entitled to something more. The same drive that made life so difficult with Talia also existed in her. That same ego.
Was it something she hated? Something to be tamed or crushed? It couldn’t be. It had brought her here. And she liked where she was now. She liked who she had grown into.
Yet she was different than Talia, whose wounds had grown a carapace to protect her ego. Sesi’s ego existed in spite of the damage. At least, that’s what she told herself.
What would Qimmiq say? Not that she had ever discussed her love life with her grandfather before.
Qimmiq had barely known about Talia. She laughed to herself at the absurdity.
Hey Qimmiq, I really want to go behind my ex-girlfriend’s back and rail her crush, bound and gagged until we ruin several sets of sheets.
What should I do? Qimmiq had never said much, even when he had been younger, but she doubted he would have been able to do much more than stare at her after that question.
Siku would probably wince and tell her to make some friends she could talk to about that sort of thing. Tornit would tell her to go for it.
But she had promised. She didn’t break promises. And so, she would have to be content with her own imagination. Which, admittedly, had become much more robust after she had discovered her attraction to women. Another reason to be grateful to Talia.
Sesi sucked at her lower lip, the salt of exertion having accumulated there.
What would Freckles’s lips taste like? Her mouth was smaller than her own, but her lips no less full.
It had the effect of making her eyes seem even larger than they already were.
That had been fashionable a few years ago.
Had a DocPod made them? She didn’t think so.
She didn’t seem the type. Not that it mattered.
Sesi decided they would be firm, but warm. Just a bit of yield to them. Her tongue would be slender and playful at first. Insistent and hungry after the first few kisses. Her lips would probably bruise easily, but she wouldn’t want Sesi to hold back. She would enjoy the feeling. Enjoy being marked.
The water penetrated her thick black hair, and Sesi detangled it.
It wasn’t a trendy cut, but necessary when using wearable tech.
Definitely shorter on top than most women wore theirs.
And Freckles’s hair was shorter than even hers.
Along with her blue-collar fashion sense, anyone going off of a picture would have assumed she was a top.
Even her defiance during their conversation might have thrown you off, but both Sesi and Talia had seen through it.
Her dress and mannerisms told her that Freckles had inner strength and conviction when it came to standing against a crowd, but she always needed someone else to set the rules.
Maybe that’s what made her so damn appealing.
The short hair meant that hair ties would be impossible – if she ever got the chance.
And oh, did she want the chance. There were plenty of other ties that could be used to create that effect.
Sesi let the water spill across her face as she imagined how she would do it.
Did Freckles prefer being beautifully displayed like a piece of art, or did she want people to see her viscerally exposed?
Maybe it depended on her mood. Sesi wanted to know. To have the chance to find out.
Suspensions and gags were alluring if you wanted to show off your sub, to make them come undone and unravel them in front of an audience, but floor ties were her favourite for getting off herself.
An elaborate Takate Kote and a head cage would do nicely to position her exactly where she needed her to be.
Sesi followed the flow of water down her body, followed the flow of heat to her core. Freckles’s small mouth would be perfect here. Her fingers slid along her cleft, finding her bud. The pressure was welcome, but it did little to satiate her. Not that she thought it would.
Instead, her slickness grew. Freckles’s tongue would take care of that, for now. She would grind into her, holding her where she needed with a bit of rope. Or, Sesi smirked as she had an idea. She could self-tie a hip harness and bind her there with a couple of Yuki knots.
Her fingers delved just inside. She always loved this part best. It was the anticipation.
The way her body relaxed and unclenched.
Ready to receive her due. Accept her entitlement.
She could never quite reach the spot she needed by herself, at least not enough to crook her fingers the way she wanted.
She wondered if there was a way she could tie Freckles’s arm.
She was sure she could, but that was a problem to solve a different day.
Today, she would imagine riding Freckles’s face and she would leave such a lovely mess. Her short fingers pinched and pulled until she simply needed to release. Once she had found a steady rhythm, it didn’t take long. Her moan bounced off of the shower walls as she shuddered and relaxed.
Sesi towelled off and found some clean clothes.
A black BulitWeave stretch T and olive-green Tac pants with a ridiculous assortment of loops and pockets suited her mood today.
Old fashioned commando, she thought. She powered up her visor and strapped on her wristboard.
Her shower dalliance hadn’t lessened her desire. In fact, it had only amplified it.
Sesi read through her messages. Perhaps getting some work done would distract her.