Aimee wrapped her arms around Mia as she sat down on their hotel bed, Makoto sitting across the room. "Figures. Wouldn't be surprised if they're tracking me like they always do." She pinched her temples. "Not like I haven't had a few assassination attempts. ... Um, not to scare you, Mia."

  "I only ask that you send me a bloody picture of yourself afterwards." muttered Mia. "How would you distinguish that from normal student attacks, regardless?

  "Probably that they usually scream her hero name when they do it." chimed Makoto. "Lotta cucks wanna kill the Mad Dog."

  Aimee smiled a bit to Makoto, though not too much, as if to indicate their friendship was latched upon such nostalgic affections so long as neither thought too deeply on them. Over the next few months, Mia would observe the braking of bonds between them, even as neither had taken any conscious action to do so; neither had wished to stop talking to each other, yet neither had much inclination to speak to the other; their conversations years later would often be about how little they had spoken lately.

  This suited Mia fine; she always preferred Aimee the less she interacted with Makoto. There was a particular compulsion to effigy she had felt with Aimee of late, in that the strands of Aimee's being all seemed more desirable when oriented towards Mia. It was not that she wanted Aimee wholly dependent on her, but rather simplicity; she wanted their romance to become an objective fact rather than a thing that could be endangered.

  "Well, Makoto destroyed the Revenant, but... What's the protocol for that? With the rankings?" said Mia.

  "It's up to the student-president's discretion to enter it manually or not." Aimee winked. "But you still have to tell me the ability."

  "He gave us extremely bad luck." Mia sighed and described her fight and the host; she noted a glint of something furrowing Aimee's brow, though could not tell what.

  "Yeah. Um, I'll enter it in next morning. We'll rent a van to take us the rest of the way, but it shouldn't take more than a few days at the speed of my driving." She rubbed Mia's back. "I'll... get it entered in tomorrow, though."

  "Sweet." Makoto yawned. "Anyway, we done? Because I've got a three-day shit brewing that needs a home."

  Aimee waved her off, and Mia sighed as she left. A chain of scarabs closed and locked the door, and Mia pressed herself against Aimee, kissing her deeply. "Mmf- hey..."

  "Mmm... I missed you."

  "Was only gone for an hour."

  "Precisely." Mia sighed as she kissed Aimee's neck, digging her hands into her muscular back. "God, you've got me obsessed... I could hardly stand being away from you for that long. Especially with that unpleasant little..." She felt Aimee's arms squeeze around her as they continued to kiss, and an urge grew in herself as she rolled on top of Aimee and pinned her into the bed.

  "I-I missed you too, fuck..." whined Aimee. "Almost got tempted to call you, but- didn't want to look clingy."

  "Eventually you'll realize that I didn't fall in love with you for skillfully hiding yourself from me." Mia smiled. "I would have loved hearing your voice."

  "Yeah, I..."

  Mia kissed her deeply again, and she grabbed Aimee's wrists, pinning them above her head. "I told you I wanted something sweet waiting for me at home, didn't I?"

  "Yeah, you did, I-I..." Aimee looked up at her a bit lust-drunk. "Did the fight...?"

  "Mmm... a little." Mia smirked and reached down to hold her cheek. "Do you want to? I won't mind if you don't."

  "No, I- yeah, I do. You can be rough, um… if you want to."

  "Are you certain?"

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  Aimee nodded, though still hesitant in a sense unbuoyed by any desire or even consent she had for this with Mia; even sexually she still shrank her sexuality. Mia worried occasionally that she had not developed her issues but rather now eroticized them, yet she supposed that all trauma needed to undergo some transformation until it could be mended (or not), even if by simple age or repeated rumination.

  Mia leaned down, her breath mixing with Aimee's. "Louder. More forceful. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

  "P-Please- please use me to make yourself feel good."

  "Be careful what you wish for." Mia flipped Aimee over on her stomach and stripped her down to nothing, then kept her pinned down as she began kissing the back of her neck, her hands sliding over Aimee as her clothed body pressed down into her. "Helpless for me, mmm… good. I don't want you to be able to resist me."

  "God, f-fuck..." whined out Aimee, her muscular body limp under Mia's ministrations, only able to turn her head to catch a half of a kiss to her lips; whatever ones weren't delivered down her neck or other places on her body. She felt Mia's lips grow tantalizing close as they traveled down, then traveled back up, her arms gripped around Aimee in a possessive vice.

  Mia slid her hands over Aimee's chest; there was not much to grip there, but she felt her muscularity tense and grinned to herself. "Already aching for me. Desperate for my touch, little butch."

  "P-Please..."

  "Please what? Admit your desires." Mia's lips drew against her ears, Aimee's body tensing in excitement below as her fingers followed below, pressing Aimee's thighs apart with some resistance. "Or I'll make you confess them to me with a collar around your neck."

  Aimee gasped out loudly, involuntarily, and Mia felt her thighs dripping; she had unintentionally hit upon a good spot for Aimee, and grinned as she began undressing herself, resisting her urge to grind herself further against Aimee - at least for now. "My, my. Such a depraved little butch. But you're going to be very fun to tease and toy with until you confess how desperate you are for me."

  "M-Mistress, I-"

  Mia turned her head and caught Aimee in a deep kiss, silencing her but for a moan received in her mouth; in Aimee's vulnerability, she slid her fingers deep inside of her and could almost grin at the expected sequence of moans it then beget from Aimee. She hungrily probed at her with her tongue above and fingers below, feeling the formation of a persona sex usually brought around herself; both knew their role as Aimee sank further into her touch, a collar of scarabs beginning to interlink around her neck and make objective & physical the desire she was already submitting to sexually, corrupted by her desire, however veiled it was in the language of hesitance.

  Her hands freer as Aimee's leash extended around her wrist, she spread Aimee's thighs further, delirious and desirous; her fingers curled deep inside of Aimee as she pressed her thighs open with her other palm, keeping the sight fully open for herself as Aimee panted above; "I'm d-doing enough, right- f-fuck-"

  "You are. Now stop resisting me." Mia grunted angrily in her ear, then hissed a remark she did not remember afterwards she had made: "I wish I could fucking hot-brand you as my property." She jerked her wrist back and tilted Aimee's head up into another deep kiss, climbing atop her back and pinning her as she continued to toy with her, disallowing of anything but the gyrations of pleasure below. Muscularity rose and fell against her skin as she drew her hand down Aimee's back, the response to her dominant touch driving her fingers below faster and deeper. "I'm going to give you the first taste." She pulled her fingers out and pressed them to Aimee's lips, which parted for her as Mia continued her work with her other hand. "Savor yourself for me. Because you're going to be lapping up every last drop of mine next."

  Aimee whined out and suckled at her fingers, desperately, and in-between gasped out: "God, I-I'm so fucking obsessed with you, I-I can barely think of anything else but you-"

  "I'm going to ensure that after tonight you won't ever think of anything but me again."

  Mia rose off from her, then with a jerk of Aimee's leash pulled her onto her back; she stood over her, enjoying where Aimee's gaze instinctually went; she was a truly tamed sight, and Mia felt again that arrogance sexual dominance gave her. She knelt between Aimee' thighs and traced a single finger above her girlfriend's scent, watching her touch send aches of desire through her muscles, wantonly moaning above, her leash of scarabs chained down her chest a fine accessory to how thoroughly enthralled by Mia she was. She crawled atop Aimee and pressed her breasts against her face, her other hand resting in Aimee's short hair as she ordered her to suck, then almost slipped a bit while on top of her; Aimee caught her in her arms and the two laughed, then resumed.

  "Let me lay down." Mia smirked as she laid on her back, then had Aimee sit on her lap. "You're covered in sweat."

  "And other liquids." Aimee leaned down to Mia's breasts, looking obediently up at her as she took her in her mouth.

  "Mmm. I wonder who the cause of that could be."

  Mia tilted her head back as Aimee's tongue continued below, then felt Aimee's fingers tense for permission between her thighs; she reached down to grip Aimee's wrist as she slid herself onto her fingers; she controlled the pace of even this, though Aimee's tongue was plenty attentive above. "You've been a very good butch tonight. I have a very exciting order to give you." Mia spread her legs, letting Worldwide tug Aimee to the base of the bed, left in a fuck-addled haze as she saw Mia spread completely; her leash returned to Mia's hand, who curled her wrist to tug Aimee's head between her thighs. "Worship me."