On December 15th, and at the opening edge of the night, Aimee & Mia had been outside enough, and so decided to run ten miles back home together. After twenty minutes, Mia collapsed on Aimee's couch and wiped an ice scarab on her forehead. "...god. That's... that's enough for the day."

  "Revenant endurance training tomorrow." chimed Aimee. "Last session before rest, though."

  Mia groaned, for Revenant cardio was even worse; Revenant exhaustion tended to cause the temperature of whatever room she was in to sharply rise or fall without her mental input. Later events, however, would force Mia to never attempt Revenant endurance training again.

  Trying to find some upside, she let her eyes travel down to Aimee's muscular thighs in her running shorts. She hadn't sweat at all, but that was alright: Mia was a woman with imagination. She suddenly shuddered to herself. "If there were a host with telepathy, they would be judging me for what I just thought."

  "Oh, so when you don't grow up religious, you think it's telepaths." nodded Aimee.

  Mia laughed. "Well, fortunately, you won't need to read my mind to find out what I was thinking." Mia set herself towards Aimee, placing her hands on Aimee's thighs. "Because I'm going to show you." She felt Aimee blush and instinctually resist contact, then think herself into loosening; a typical way that she overcame her instinctual resistance to sex and indicated what she deeply wanted.

  Mia grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, pressing her weight into Aimee, who moved herself fully underneath Mia.

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  "H-Hi." gasped Aimee.

  Mia kissed her neck sweetly, the romanticism of her touch contrasting against the filth of what she would soon be saying. "These past few weeks have been very stressful. You're going to relieve some of that for me."

  "I-I- yeah, of course."

  Mia ran her long fingers down Aimee's stomach, feeling her abs tense the closer Mia drew down. "Mmm... you're such a filthy butch for me. You're wet already, aren't you?" She set her hand in a precarious spot, not yet undressing Aimee. "I wonder what I'll find waiting for me when I unwrap you."

  Aimee whined out for Mia as Mia grabbed her hips, pulling her deeper. "Please..."

  Mia glanced to Aimee's wrist, her hand still pinning them both. "Mmm. I shouldn't just let you move freely about now." A chain of scarabs flowed out from Mia's hand, then wrapped itself around Aimee's wrists and tightened. Grinning, she pressed Aimee's thighs open and was about to restrain them the same when her hungry eye was pulled over to the table by her phone vibrating. She checked it for a text from an unknown number.

  (???) "Hello, Swarm! This is Saya with the infirmary. Can you please meet me at this location?"

  "...er, we may need to delay this. After." muttered Mia.

  She showed it to Aimee, who frowned. "Never known her to text a student. I'll come with you."

  Saya was waiting outside of a restaurant a few miles off-campus. As she saw Mia coming, she smiled, then handed her an envelope. "This is from Hirogane. He requested I give this to you off-campus, as he isn't allowed outside of campus without an escort."

  "Why didn't he give it to me on campus?"

  "I don't know. I haven't read it, of course."

  Mia opened it. Inside was a letter, a small biography about a scientist who studied Revenants, a phantasmologist named Magnus Egashira: his Revenant was Scourge, an aura of mind control with no known counter. It was followed by a full description of Worldwide's abilities, which element she would next fight. Of most interest to her was a segment describing the Revenant FTL. "...tell him I said thank you." She burned it.