The following takes place between 6:00 am and 7:00 am, 1 hour after the failed raid at the Leather and Lace kink club in Los Angeles.
Michelle continued to drive, the heat from the sun emphasising her fatigue. They were almost there. And while she wished she could be ecstatic at the fact that they'd pulled this off, her mind was far too occupied with the thought of Tony and Agent Moss. Judging by the slight look of discontent in Nina's eyes, Michelle was sure she was having similar thoughts, likely about Jack as well.
It was never supposed to have gone this far.
Yes, she supposed, distracting them with seduction had always been part of the plan. It had certainly been a preferred tactic compared to unnecessary violence. But she hadn't expected to start falling for Tony in the months leading up to the mission. She also hadn't expected Agent Moss to put so much trust in her. He'd been scared about the mission, he'd placed his faith in her to keep him safe, and she'd done the opposite. Even in the dark, his expression of fear and pain had been crystal clear, and Michelle didn't think she'd ever be able to forget it. More than that, despite the exploration and intensity of the night, he had only uttered the safeword at that moment. It made her shudder that he thought she would do anything to him while unconscious. She would never do anything of the sort.
Sidra's voice broke her out of her train of thought. "Michelle, are you okay?"
"Y-Yeah." She said thinly. "I'm fine."
"Something happened between you and Agent Moss, didn't it?" Nina asked, proving that her mind was still back at the Leather and Lace as she'd suspected.
"He...he trusted me. And I broke his heart. Tony's too." Michelle took in a shuddering breath. "Larry...he looked so scared as he passed out, he thought I was going to..." She couldn't even utter the words aloud.
Nina hummed in understanding, a sad look in her eyes. "Jack gave himself over to me. Despite everything that happened, he still trusted me as much as he used to. I saw the moment Tony figured out what was going on and he just looked so upset. I..." She sighed. "I never wanted to do that to them."
"Nina, if you felt this way, you should have said something." Sidra looked at her, concerned. "That's not what it sounded like when you were on the phone."
She lifted a shoulder. "I didn't want either of you to think I was having doubts or didn't care about you."
"Neither of you had a choice. This was the only way it was going to work without them getting hurt." Sidra reminded them, her voice sympathetic. "You both did a hard thing today. But it's all been worth it because we're here now. We have what we need. We're together."
Michelle nodded. "You're right."
6:15:03..6:15:04...6:15:05
"Christ, do I even want to know what the DNA test of that room is going to turn up?"
This was the umpteenth question Ryan had asked, but nobody had spoken. It didn't help that Ryan kept changing his mind about wanting an answer, struggling between his duty to understand just what had happened over the last twelve hours and his sanity, knowing that he was going to learn far too much about his agents for his liking.
“What did Myers mean when she said ‘Did Tony enjoy the present I left’?” Ryan asked. "Anything we can use to learn about where they might be headed?"
Tony silently looked down into his lap. Jack seemed not to want to answer this either, whether it was to protect his dignity or try to avoid the topic of what happened between them after, he wasn't sure.
Ryan waved his hand dismissively. "You know what, actually? Forget it, I don't want to know. What I do want to know is A. why the hell you didn't defend yourselves against Nina and B. how the hell Michelle was involved." He sighed, looking at Larry. "Agent Moss. The first time Michelle left you, what happened? Let's start from the beginning."
"Dessler went off to try and follow El Shaer, but she said she couldn't follow her into her office without looking suspicious. She ended up hooking up with someone to maintain her cover."
Ryan placed his hands on his hips, raising an eyebrow. "'Someone'? Oh, Agent Moss, it was more than just someone she hooked up with. Your colleague at the FBI found this and sent it to me."
He turned the laptop to face them and played the footage, the green filter over the video indicating night vision. The shadows concealed most of the room, they could only see what looked like a mirror. At first, the room was still. Then two people suddenly appeared, making out passionately against the wall. It was immediately obvious that one of them was Michelle, the other unrecognisable at first. There was no sound but both Tony and Larry could very easily fill in the gaps as they watched Michelle tip her head back, her mouth agape as the other woman kissed her neck and caressed her body. She eventually started to choke her and they both realised there was something very different about seeing this side of Michelle. When she’d been with both of them, she’d taken the lead, she’d been in charge. But here, she was the subservient one, she was the one giving herself over to be pleasured by someone else. Someone else who clearly knew what she was doing based on the way Michelle reacted. As she shifted part of Michelle’s bodice aside for better access to her breasts, the woman turned in the direction of the camera, revealing herself as El Shaer.
Larry cursed under his breath.
"'Shit' indeed, Agent Moss."
Tony furrowed his brow. As soon as Larry had told him that Michelle had drugged him, his mind had entered a familiar spiral of rethinking every interaction they'd ever had. He was glad they'd only been casual, he wasn't sure he could have taken that heartache again so soon. Still... part of him wished that maybe in another life they could have been something more. At the same time, there was another mystery on his mind. The identity of Nina's 'friend'. He'd thought nothing of it at the time, far too busy enjoying himself, in a headspace so far removed from his objective, tactical brain. But one particular detail in the video caught his eye.
And unfortunately, his new hypothesis made far too much sense.
"Uh, Larry. When Michelle came back... did it look like she'd been scratched by someone with long nails?"
The three of them gave him a confused look. "What does that have to do with anything? I know you were seeing her but-"
He shook his head. "No, no, nothing like that. But did she have them?"
Larry thought for a moment. "It was hard to see because of the lights, but I think you're right, Almeida. She did."
Tony let out a breath. "Then I think I got fucked in the ass by El Shaer."
Ryan's eyes widened. "You got fucked by our lead suspect and you didn't know?!"
"I was blindfolded and had earplugs on, Ryan," Tony said sheepishly.
This didn't seem to help. Ryan wouldn't meet his gaze, probably not ever again. He paced back and forth, huffing lividly.
"Wait," Jack said, taken aback. "I was there too. Nina brought somebody else in?"
"I think you were a little too out of it to remember, Jack," Tony explained, carefully avoiding his gaze.
Ryan pointed at both of them. "I told you. I told you that using Nina Myers was a bad idea. I would have been worried if any of our agents had worked with her, but especially you two." He then pointed at Agent Moss. "You, I can excuse. You couldn't have known that Michelle was betraying us and you don't even work for CTU."
A tense and awkward silence filled the room once again.
"I want all of you out of here. Now."
6:37:38..6:37:39...6:37:40
There had been silence for a while. But Sidra's words seemed to have grounded them and brought them back to their focus. Things could have been much worse. And now they were safe. Now they were free. They could actually reap the benefits of their reward. At some point, Michelle became desperate to get out of her head and moved her hand to turn up the radio. It would hopefully make things feel less tense and also give them insight into any police alerts. Although by this point, they weren't too worried. They'd chosen this rural route for a reason.
The sound of the morning traffic report faded into the cheery start of Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. At first, she wanted to turn it off, feeling like it wasn't the right time. But then again, maybe it was just what she needed. And, she had to admit her fingers were already tapping in time with the beat.
"Come on, Michelle. You love this song." Sidra encouraged.
Before she knew it, the three of them were singing along at the top of their lungs trying to match Cyndi Lauper's falsetto, which combined with the rolled-down windows and sunshine made them actually feel for the first time since they'd lost their tail that things were going to be okay. The radio played eighties hit after eighties hit, and they enjoyed every moment, relishing the fact that they were together. For now, at least, Michelle wouldn't have to worry about keeping up a cover at CTU anymore. She remembered Nina saying how liberated she felt when it was over for her, even though she'd gone to prison straight after.
Michelle just hoped that she'd be able to put her worry for Tony and Larry aside so she could actually enjoy her freedom.
6:59:58...6:59:59...7:00:00
The following takes place between 7:00 am and 8:00 am.
The debrief was over, and as Chappelle was explaining to Agent Moss how long he would have to stay in LA, Jack and Tony were alone again for the first time in hours.
It hadn't been easy for either of them to admit on record everything that had happened between them in the past few hours, and they had avoided each other's gaze the whole time, neither of them sure what the other might think of them anymore. Tony was terrified of Jack's judgment in particular. He remembered how Jack had reassured him earlier, but it was different now that they had had to confess the whole thing to their boss.
Still not sure how they could ever move on from this, Tony opted for heading home and trying to forget what happened. But Jack wasn't going to let him leave so soon. "Tony, wait." Jack's voice startled him, making him shiver. He got up and walked towards Tony, the closeness making Tony want to step back, but he fought it.
"I wanted to apologize again for what I did to you." Jack started. His voice sounded tentative, trembling, and it was so unlike Jack. Tony raised his head, but Jack was avoiding his eyes, looking down. And that's what hurt Tony the most, the fact that Jack was so ashamed of what had happened between them. "And I know you said it wasn't a big deal but- I'd hate for that to come between us."
Tony nodded, trying to hide just how much Jack's words affected him. "I told you, it wasn't anything I didn't want."
Jack sighed, frustrated by how Tony was cutting him out. "Then why can't you even look at me? Why are you so eager to walk away?"
Tony looked up with a challenging expression on his face, and as he saw Jack's pure confusion he finally snapped. "Because I wanted it, Jack!" He confessed, enraged by how oblivious Jack seemed to be to his feelings. "Because I don't regret anything that happened between us last night, and the more you apologize the more I realize you do regret it."
"And that's okay, after what had happened we were both pretty horny and it didn't mean anything, we just helped each other out. You're not into guys and I respect that, I might have had hopes but I can accept-"
Jack knew he had choices. He could let Tony finish his incoherent rambling and dismiss it by agreeing never to talk about that night again. But that wasn't what he wanted.
"You talk too much." He declared, then he stepped even closer, wrapping his arms around Tony's waist and pulling him closer into a kiss that Jack hoped could convey just how much he did not regret what had happened, finally relaxing when Tony responded to his advances.
As Jack stepped back when they both needed to breathe, Tony was looking at him both startled and a little hopeful. "What was that for?" He asked, but then he saw the raw emotion on Jack's face and knew his friend hadn't just done that to amuse him, and his next words only confirmed that. "Come back to my place with me." He offered, a slight desperation in his voice as he took Tony's hands in his. "I want to experience you privately. No one to order us around, no one to perform for. Just us."
Tony wanted to accept, but hesitated, afraid of the consequences if he did. "Jack, what- What would that make us?" He asked, but Jack's encouraging smile reassured him. "I'm not sure, but let's find out together."
7:11:44...7:11:45...7:11:46
Word around CTU that he was in a mood spread quickly because everybody seemed to pointedly avoid making eye contact with Ryan or bothering him with anything when he left the conference room. He walked back to his office, shutting the door audibly just in case someone hadn't gotten the hint.
He was tired. He was frustrated. He was at an absolute loss as to how this mission had fucked up so spectacularly. He blamed himself too. Blamed himself for letting Tony take the lead on things before he'd had a chance to do some viable background research, but more importantly letting him get Nina involved. He appreciated what Tony had tried to do, but they should have had a more concrete plan. If they'd had one, maybe she wouldn't have been able to get away.
That being said, even if the mission had been planned perfectly, Michelle probably would have warned her regardless. That was a whole other thing to process. That one, she had been betraying CTU, and two, they somehow hadn't picked her up as one of Nina's connections when they'd background-checked her. It was going to affect everybody. The first few months after Teri Bauer's death had made everybody incredibly paranoid of each other and resulted in a very poorly functioning CTU. It had taken a long time to rebuild trust between people, and now all that progress was going to go to waste.
Still, while his mind was focused towards the negative, he couldn't deny that part of this experience had tickled a certain part of his brain. While hearing about Tony's patronage at the club had shocked him initially, when he'd gone to research it further, he'd found himself reading up about things that had no real direct importance for the mission but intrigued him nonetheless. It also formed part of his motivation to go back to the damned place and see this thing through. Someone at the club had to know something, be it a patron or a staff member. El Shaer was smart, but she was still human.
Ryan also knew he had to go see what the club was all about, just to put that part of his mind at ease. Just to satisfy his interest. Somewhere within him, buried deep beneath the excessive planning and order and desire for structure was a part of him desperate to explore the kinds of things that happened at the Leather and Lace.
But at the end of the day, the mission was what mattered. Getting El Shaer, Nina, and Michelle into custody was what mattered.
The raid had been an absolute failure, so if he didn't take this into his own hands, then he could kiss that promotion at Division goodbye.
Still... if he was going to go for the sake of his career, he may as well go for the sake of his curiosity too.
7:24:14...7:24:15...7:24:16
The sun was high in the sky by the time Larry made his way out of CTU. The debrief had been both humiliating and exhausting, so Larry was looking forward to finding a motel room to crash in. As much as he wanted to leave LA and never come back, he knew he couldn't return to Phoenix just yet; Chappelle was understandably going to need him to come back regularly so he could paint a more accurate picture of what had happened in that club.
He took his phone in his hands and saw a couple of missed calls from Renee, as well as a text that told him to call her ASAP.
"Renee, I'm not going to leave today, I-"
"I had a feeling you wouldn't." She admitted. "I booked a hotel room in your name not too far from CTU. I'll send you the address."
Larry smiled for the first time since that night. "You're the best, Renee."
7:28:47...7:28:48...7:28:49
The mood had lightened now, and Michelle reminded herself of what Sidra had said on their way out. Something that had very much intrigued her. She checked the rearview mirror again, noticing that Sidra and Nina were sitting closer than they had been before. If she wasn't mistaken, one of them was whispering something to the other. She heard her name mentioned. It seemed that they hadn't forgotten either.
"Oh, you think she'll like that?" Nina murmured.
Sidra smiled. "Sure she will. She had her fun bossing us around before, now she can play the good little sub."
"If you're talking about what you said before...you may as well both punish me at the same time." Michelle quipped, meeting their eyes.
7:36:22...7:36:23...7:36:24
Larry walked into the hotel room, furrowing his brow when he noticed that the lights were already on. Someone was in here. He looked back at the door number and the confirmation of his room booking. This was definitely the right room, the keycard wouldn't have worked if it wasn't. Despite his fatigue, his instincts quickly started to kick back in. He reached for the gun he'd received from CTU since Michelle had taken his, which he'd hastily shoved into the waistband of his leather pants. God, he wanted them off.
He called out, warily stepping towards the bathroom before sighing upon seeing a familiar head of red hair. It looked like she was unpacking a bag of toiletries. Clearly, she wasn't going anywhere either.
"Renee? What are you doing here?"
She jumped a little in surprise, before smiling and walking towards him.
"I missed you," Renee said simply, running her hands down his arms.
He opened his mouth but she was quick to silence him with a kiss.
"You'll tell me about your mission later. For now, we both need some sleep."
7:59:58...7:59:59...8:00:00
The following takes place between 8:00 am and 9:00 am.
Tony looked around nervously. They had just stepped into Jack's apartment, and Tony was starting to regret having accepted his invitation. What was he even doing here? This was going to destroy their friendship, and Tony didn't want to lose him. Besides, the tension that would form afterwards was going to make working together extremely difficult, so his bad decision would no doubt affect the entire department.
A hand resting on his shoulder gently stopped his restless mind from spiraling further. "You're tense." Jack noticed, whispering in his ear from behind. "But you have no reason to be."
Jack could understand Tony's reluctance to accept affection. Nina's first betrayal had hurt him enough, and now he was still going through accepting her most recent deception, and Michelle's too; Jack knew Tony was much more emotionally invested in her than he had let out. Considering all that, Jack knew Tony was possibly not going to believe he wouldn't hurt him as well. "I care about you." He reminded Tony. "And I know it's hard to believe right now but you know me. I don't have an ulterior motive, I'm not faking."
Tony sighed, slightly relaxing as Jack's hands moved and started massaging his back. "Why did you ask me here, Jack?"
"I felt something," Jack confessed, voice warm and low and eyes closed as he leaned in closer. "Last night, in that room... there was something between us, and please don't tell me that it was all an act for you that you put on for Nina." He begged; it would break Jack's heart to hear that.
"It wasn't," Tony reassured him as he turned around to face him. "And I felt that too."
"You don't have to be afraid," Jack assured him. They were so close they could feel each other's breath on their skin, and Tony leaned closer to rest his forehead against Jack's, his hands resting around his waist. "You can be vulnerable with me. I won't take advantage of that."
"I believe you," Tony assured him. "And I'm ready to give us a chance." He finally admitted to them both, knowing that if he passed on that, he would never forgive himself.
"Jack..." Tony tried to stop him. "We got filthy last night..."
"I know, I was there." Jack reminded him with a sparkle of desire in his eyes. It didn't bother him, the sweat that covered Tony's body, nor the smell of him.
It wouldn't be the first time he'd get intimate with someone immediately following a mission; all of a sudden he was reminded of the one time when he and Nina had celebrated right after a successful raid of an elusive arms dealer.
Jack shook his head to pause his thoughts. He was not going to think about her, she wasn't going to intrude on their intimacy again.
To Tony's delight, Jack's hands on him were much less tentative than they had been hours before, his desire not something he tried to downplay anymore; instead, he just pressed himself closer to Tony.
"Can you feel how much I want you?" He asked. "Do you believe me now?"
Tony's only answer was a low moan, and it was enough for Jack. "Let me see you now." He pleaded. The night before the club's red lights hadn't let Jack admire Tony as much as he had wanted to, and he intended to make up for it, take the time to cherish every inch of his skin.
Jack watched Tony undress as he did the same, and he enjoyed the warmth that came off Tony's skin as their bodies pressed against each other, and he nuzzled the crook of Tony's neck, biting down gently on him. He left a trail of kisses behind as he lowered down on Tony's chest, then knelt to proceed further down, his hand resting on Tony's torso as he made his way along his happy trail, but Jack stopped before reaching the waistband of his underwear, his thumb caressing his solar plexus and feeling a raised scar on Tony's skin. He looked up, eyebrow raised in interest.
Taking a closer look, he could see it wasn't a usual scar. It didn't feel shapeless like something caused by an accident. No, there was a familiar pattern to the faint paleness of the mark on his skin. It was an N. Jack knew what that stood for.
Tony looked away as Jack tried to meet his eyes, so Jack let it go. It seemed she was never going to be truly gone from his body, but Jack was sure he could get her off Tony's mind.
8:35:13...8:35:14...8:35:15
Larry opened his eyes, feeling somewhat rested but very aware of his spiraling mind and the glaring sunlight peeking through the curtains. The sheets ruffled a bit, and he realised Renee must not be asleep either. He reached out a little to touch her shoulder and she turned to face him.
"Awake already?" She mumbled.
"Yeah, I don't think I can get much more sleep." He replied, voice slightly cracked.
She tilted her head a little, brushing his cheek with her thumb. "Something on your mind?"
He lifted a shoulder. "Failing yesterday's mission is a lot to take in. Right now I just need a shower to take my mind off it." Larry slowly sat up, hearing the mattress creak. "Would you like to join me?"
"Mh, this bed is way too comfortable." Renee stifled a yawn. "I'm not ready to get up yet. But I'll wait here for you."
Slightly disappointed, Larry walked towards the bathroom alone.
8:37:54...8:37:55...8:37:56
Tony and Jack collapsed on the bed, both of them still panting. They just lay there in silence for a while, waiting for their heart rates to go back to normal, but even with his eyes closed Tony could feel Jack's gaze on him, and since his thumb was caressing his solar plexus, Tony had a pretty good guess about what might have been on Jack's mind.
He was about to say something, to reassure Jack that he wasn't a replacement for Nina in his eyes, but Jack beat him to it. "I could never have done this to you." He admitted as he thought about it. To hold a burning hot iron against Tony's skin... The thought alone made him sick.
"Jack, this wasn't something she forced on me." For some reason unknown even to himself, Tony still felt the urge to defend her. Nina might have been many things, but she wouldn't have left a permanent mark on him if he hadn't begged her to. "I wanted that."
Jack turned to face him, concern in his sad smile. "I know, and that's the point." He explained with a sigh. "I'm not trying to shame you for your desires, but I'm afraid I won't be able to satisfy them, give you what you want. Be what you need me to be."
Tony paused, He understood Jack's fears, but he wanted to reassure him. "I don't need you to be anything else, Jack." He promised him, and it was true. "You're enough for me."
"I'm not used to being rough with my partners," Jack admitted. "And I know I won't be able to match what Nina was to you, but I'm willing to explore more with you, and find out our limits together of what we're comfortable doing to each other."
Tony smiled. "It sounds great."
8:59:58...8:59:59...9:00:00
The following takes place between 9:00 am and 10:00 am.
As Larry stepped back into the bedroom the sight before him left him speechless. "Oh."
"I told you I was going to buy something from that shop. You wore the pants, so a promise is a promise." Renee walked in a small circle. "Do you like it?"
He took a moment to study her. While he thought he'd never even want to hear the word 'cowboy' again, he couldn't deny that seeing her in the red, latex cowgirl outfit made him quickly change his mind. Larry realised he must have been gawking for quite some time because she giggled a little.
"I'll take that as a 'yes', then."
9:04:04...9:04:05...9:04:06
They made it to the safe house, now finally able to let go of the tension they'd been holding in the lead-up to the raid. Michelle wanted nothing more than to lie down in one of the beds and doze off, but there was still some latent adrenaline there. The sun didn't help either. And to be honest, even though she'd had a nice chance to reunite with Sidra, she hadn't really been with Nina all that much. She'd missed her too.
The dynamic between the three of them was an interesting one. When it came to work, they listened to each other, took each other's advice, and ran a very well-oiled machine. Sidra kept the two of them hidden with just as much dedication as she gave to herself. In their personal lives, they were all there for each other in different but equal ways. But given that Sidra had recruited them both, it was safe to say that she and Nina felt particularly cared for and protected by her. They owed Sidra in more ways than they could ever describe.
"Why don't you shower first, Michelle?" Sidra offered, deliberately resting her hand on Nina's waist.
There were multiple showers in the house, but usually when one was in use, the other received minimal pressure. They both knew that she liked having the pressure since her back and neck were so sore from sitting at a computer all day. However, Michelle had to wonder whether the two of them had an ulterior motive here.
There was still a punishment waiting for her.
"Sure." She said, trying not to let her mind run wild with the thought of what Nina and Sidra might do while she was in the shower. The fact that Nina was leaning her body against hers now really didn't help.
9:16:51...9:16:52...9:16:53
Renee was sitting in his lap now, and the fact that they were able to spend some time like this made Larry aware of just how much he'd missed her. She'd also ordered room service for both of them -- he'd answered the door of course -- and it was nice to finally rest properly after so many exhausting and disappointing hours.
"So, can I pull off leather better than Dessler? Don't worry I'm not going to make you work so hard."
Larry choked a little on his water. "What?"
Renee smirked. "Oh, when I said I'd be keeping watch, Larry, I meant it. I saw everything."
He couldn't detect the tone of her voice, whether she was upset, whether she was intrigued, or whether she'd found it amusing. He must have looked like a deer in headlights, because she just laughed, and pulled him in for a kiss.
"Don't worry, Larry, I'm not mad, believe me, it was a pleasure to watch you with both of them. I just want to know what exactly they both did to you, so I can make sure I do a better job." She explained coyly. "Maybe we should go back to the Leather and Lace another time."
He scoffed. "It's an active crime scene, Renee."
"Then we'll find somewhere else." She lowered her voice, running her hands up his thighs. "I want to make sure when you think of the best sex you've ever had, you think of me."
There was a slightly authoritative tone to her voice. He couldn't deny now that that turned him on.
In one swift motion, he lifted her from his lap and flipped her over onto her back, and started to work at unzipping her leather pants.
Because if he had nowhere to be for the next few hours, then he was going to make sure Renee knew exactly what it did to him.
9:34:20...9:34:21...9:34:22
Michelle realised when she got out that Nina and Sidra must have been listening out for her because they were no longer in the kitchen and she could hear water running from the other bathroom. Which also meant they were likely in there together. She wondered what they were doing. Although, the sound of muffled groaning and faint thuds gave her a pretty clear idea. They hadn't played games like this in a while. It was harmless, it always was. Michelle occupied herself by performing various surveillance checks on the safe house and checking to make sure every trace of her CTU account was erased, leaving them no chance to fish for evidence in there.
Eventually, things quieted down in the other bathroom, and she was more than ready to see just what they were doing. She quietly walked to the adjoining bedroom, finding the ensuite door slightly ajar. The small gap revealed a slash of the mirror, and in it, she could see Sidra leaning against the tiling of the shower, the glass fogged from steam. Her hand was deeply buried in Nina's hair, who was kneeling between her legs, giving her what looked like the same treatment Michelle had given her earlier. Seeing it from this point of view was different though. In the darkness of that dingy room, she hadn't been able to see Sidra's face, see her lose her composure, see her whole body tremble as Nina continued to pleasure her while caressing her thighs with her hand.
Sidra let out another moan, and Michelle released a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding. She moved her hand to the zipper of her jeans but froze when Sidra made direct eye contact with her, her gaze sharp as always. Michelle bit her lip, watching Sidra whisper something to Nina with a smirk. Nina stood, cupping her cheek and kissing her messily before the two of them dried themselves off and exited the bathroom.
"What were you doing, Michelle?" Sidra asked, her tone commanding.
"Just admiring the view." She replied, meeting her eyes and seeing that her pupils were dilated. In fact, she was so lost in their little stand-off, that she didn't even notice Nina had moved until she felt cold metal against her skin. A small click sounded as the cuffs secured her wrists behind her back.
Michelle turned her head to look at her, pouting a little.
"Well, it's only fair, Michelle." She murmured at the shell of her ear. "Who said you could watch?"
She let Nina walk her back against the bed, and take her pants off. Michelle gasped as Nina's hand stroked her through her damp underwear for a second which passed far too quickly. Sidra disappeared into the walk-in closet.
"What's wrong, Michelle?" Nina asked, walking towards her as though to touch her but hesitating at the last moment. "Jealous that I make her scream better than you can? You had your chance before."
"Oh, I'm not jealous. I was just enjoying watching you be her little bitch."
Sidra returned, holding a strap-on, harness, and a bottle of lube. She stepped into it, and Nina kissed her again, both of them grabbing at each other, making a point of it. Nina then pulled away and took a seat on the chaise by the window. Sidra straddled Michelle, placing her hands at the dips of her waist. She poured some lube into her hands and smeared it over the dildo, deliberately slow. Seeing Sidra hovering over her like this, knowing she was at her complete mercy, made her heart race in the best way.
Shuffling back a little, she positioned herself, letting the tip of the toy graze against her for a moment and causing Michelle to let out an involuntary whine. Sidra stilled, clearly making no move to go any further. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Nina licking her lips.
"Do you need me, Michelle?"
"Shut up." She breathed.
"Your mouth says one thing but the rest of your body says another." She replied, teasing her folds open with her fingers.
Michelle cursed under her breath.
"I'm not giving you what you want until you answer me. Do you need me?"
"Yes." She gritted through her teeth, letting out a complete breath as Sidra slid the dildo inside her to the hilt. Sidra started to build up a rhythm, teasingly slow initially, but Michelle started to see stars as she moved faster, too lost in the moment to care about trying not to sound as desperate as she felt. In the corner of her eye, she watched Nina touch herself, and the fact that she was watching only added to the experience.
Nina got up, and whispered something in Sidra's ear, who nodded with an approving smile. Michelle's view of Sidra's concentrated face was then replaced by Nina, who knelt so her legs were on either side of her face, hovering her centre near her mouth.
"You did suggest that we punish you at the same time, didn't you? So let me make you work for it."
The first thing Michelle noticed was just how wet Nina was. She smiled, dragging her tongue slowly against her, all the while feeling Sidra dig her nails into her skin. Michelle knew for a fact that Sidra wasn't going to give her her release until Nina got hers, so she applied more pressure and made her motions more insistent. Nina lost her balance for a moment, grabbing the headboard to stabilise herself. Michelle felt Nina's thighs shake when she started to suck at her clit, so she sped up until Nina moaned loudly and ceased her grinding.
Without losing her pace, Sidra started to use her thumb to rub at her clit, and Michelle bucked her hips in time with her motions, before coming with a full-body shudder. Nina got up, letting Michelle see Sidra's sated expression. Nina helped her up so she could undo the cuffs, and once her hands were free, Michelle grabbed Sidra's face to pull her lips towards hers, letting her taste Nina on her tongue. She noticed beads of sweat had collected at her temples and swiped at them with her thumb.
They were probably going to need another shower, but so long as she got to use her hands this time, Michelle was certainly up for another round.
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