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Killjoy entered her girlfriend's workshop already rolling her eyes, such was the mess she came across. Raze, with her chaotic energy, was the definition of that place, so she didn't even move when she heard the Sentinel's presence behind her, focusing on her Boombot, or Binho, as she affectionately called it.
“Scheiße! I honestly don't know how you can concentrate in such a mess.” Sentinel spoke, looking at the other woman sitting at the workbench, music playing at a volume that might once have been considered loud if she wasn't used to it now.
“My mess is tidy, amor. I work better that way”.
"You’re lucky that Brim doesn't come in here, if he saw this, he would kill you." Killjoy was walking through the workshop, the gate closed with just the two of them there, the mess even brought some comfort. Maybe if she had a different nurture, an environment like that would be a good place for her to have her inventive spurts. She walked to the small clothesline with several photos, one of which caught her attention. "I remember that day well". Both in Breeze, enjoying the sun and the refreshing water. If she remembered correctly, Brim had shot that photo, at her request.
“And how can we forget? You were so beautiful in that bikini”. The Duelist had already got up from her workbench and was approaching the smaller one. "And they still haven't seen your tattoo."
"That’s only for your eyes, freundin." Raze calmly wrapped her arms around the Sentinel, her right hand playing with the waistband of the German woman's pants, entering slowly, while her left one reached inside the shirt, stroking under Killjoy's bra, Sentinel's breath getting heavier.
"You know...". Raze sensed the Sentinel's loss of stability under her touch. Who knew she could make the ever-so-centered, calm Killjoy lose a bit of control? It made the Duelist smile, it was an affirmation of their feelings. "Right now, I'm curious to see this beauty again."
Killjoy turned to her lover anxiously, already connecting her lips to hers, feeling her body being lifted by the Duelist, to be taken somewhere. Both always competed for dominance, it was a game they had already established, but Killjoy had no way to carry Raze and, well, it was in her workshop, so this time, she let Raze dominate the situation without resisting, letting herself be carried to at the woman's bench, feeling her glasses blur with the movement.
Raze pushed everything to the ground, she had already thought of that and took the Binho out earlier, only making the tools fall out. She chose to ignore that it would only accumulate the mess that she would have to clean up later, the moment was hers and Killjoy's and she just wanted to have her Sentinel there. The Sentinel might even think about complaining about the noise and mess piling up on the floor to her left, but with Raze in front of her, all that heat building, how could she concentrate?
“You locked the door, right linda?”. Raze asked, breathless, to the Sentinel.
"But of course... I always get prepared when you're with me." Killjoy gasped as she got rid of her own shirt, feeling Raze's lips travel down her neck. She clung to the Duelist's shirt with her hands, a way to stabilize herself and not let her slip away.
"Goddammit... You're so beautiful, sabia?". The Duelist let Killjoy hold on to what she could, had plans to put into practice right now, just wanted to let her think she wouldn't have any surprises until she reached the bindings she'd already prepared. Panting, Sentinel tore off Raze's T-shirt, both of them wearing only the bra as a torso piece.
Raze found the moment she was looking for, helped Killjoy out of her bra, with the excuse of haste being thrown into the air. The Duelist opened the front clasp of Sentinel's garment, sliding it down her arm, Raze kept Killjoy trapped in her spell, following the slide of the German's bra, finally managing to reach the bindings hidden under the bench, so that it was difficult for anyone to access. she didn't know it was there, and, with a unique fluidity, she clasped the Sentinel's hands behind her back, laughing in her lover's ear.
"Heilige Scheiße, ich kann nicht glauben (Holy shit, I can't believe it)!" Killjoy tugged on her arm, surprised by the situation.
"Wow, I'm free to get revenge the last time, né?". Raze chuckled at the exposure that the Sentinel was still fighting the handcuffs, positioning himself between his beloved's legs. "After all, you made it clear to me that it was good to tie". Raze said this as close to Killjoy's ear as possible, teasing it hard, nibbling on the ear, sighing, letting long trails of air out of her mouth. It made the Sentinel's body hotter and hotter, more and more restless.
"I didn't think you would take me so se-". The Sentinel gasped feeling the Duelist's right hand pinching her pants.
“ ‘Take me so’ what, amor? By the way, I hope you manage to keep silent, here it doesn't have the same soundproofing as the bedroom”. Raze set to work calmly, trailing his kisses down the Sentinel's body, paying special attention to Killjoy's breasts, sucking and massaging, playing with her nipples, watching Sentinel holding back, biting her lip in an attempt to suppress any noise that came. from her mouth. "You still haven't told me what I wasn't going to take, linda".
"Sie...". Raze loved when she slipped and spoke in German at those times, it was the perfect excuse to tease her even more, again with his hand on his pants. "So serious, Izzie!" The Duelist chuckled, rising to plant a kiss on the smaller's lips.
"I'm impressed that this beanie doesn't come off at all, sério". The Brazilian took it off, adding the pile of clothes on the side. She took off her glasses too, putting them next to her cell phone. “By the way, I was going to keep it until the end, but I don’t feel like it”.
“Such dominatrix you are, meine Geliebte (my love)”. The sarcastic Killjoy was there, laughing at the situation.
“Silence, you! I'm also going to enjoy it, actually... The acoustics here are reinforced, Brim asked me to reinforce it when I arrived, he said I was too noisy. I think you will like it. You can make even more noise, linda”. A not at all common Raze smile teased her lips, a mischievous, seductive ally.
Raze went back to work with dedication, going back to kissing the Sentinel and moving the kisses and bites down her neck to her breasts where she held her attention as her hands calmly discarded Killjoy's pants, lifting her off the bench just enough.
“I think you're excited, huh?”. Raze spoke as she felt how damp the only item of clothing was, dropping to her knees, the Sentinel's legs being draped over her shoulders as she began to work right there. With her teeth, she was pulling the fabric as she watched Killjoy's reactions, her left hand keeping the position of the German's leg while hers right played with the clitoris, passing through the inside the Sentinel’s clothes.
"Raze, are you there?" Brim's voice came from behind the locked workshop door.
"A mais que cacete (holy shit), I can't have a moment of peace!" Raze stood up, fumbling for something in her pocket. “Don't you think you've got a break; I control this with my cell phone. Try not to moan or cum while trying to get rid of the boss.” The Duelist put a vibrator inside Killjoy's panties, the cell phone control was easy to keep teasing. The Duelist put on her shirt and opened the door, just a crack, looking at Brimstone, annoyed.
"Raze, it's no use getting angry, I need the report on the latest missions and if you've fixed the gunpowder dispenser". Raze, of course, had forgotten about the dispenser, after all it was easier just to steal from Kingdom in the next one, why did she have to fix that one? Raze, with the cell phone, increased and decreased the intensity of the vibration, imagining the Sentinel squirming on the table as she spoke with Brim.
“Gee, you could come and bother me with it later since I'm busy, don't you think? Wait here, I've already got your reports”. The Duelist closed the door, walking toward the workbench, facing the Sentinel, with a teasing smile. She opened the side drawer, pulled out some simple paperwork, and increased the vibration speed quite a bit, getting a continuos, guttural moan from Killjoy, fading before heading toward the door. "Just like thaat.... Hang on, amor hehe."
Raze went to the door finding Brim in the same position, serious. She handed over the paperwork without much resistance, her hand on the back of the door playing with her cell phone screen as she slipped, hitting the max, Killjoy's moan escaping beyond her control.
“Are you okay, Izzie? What was that noise?". The Controller focused, frowning on the Duelist.
“Ok, you got me, I didn't fix the dispenser because I'm finishing a game, then I'm going to it”. Raze only had that excuse, her workshop games helped with that.
"Raze... You should prioritize your responsibilities above everything else and you should have already dealt wi-".
"Yes, yes. I will finish this”. Raze kept her finger on maximum, it was a good way to deal with Brim, not keeping her attention on him but imagining how Killjoy was holding out and reacting on the workbench.
“Before I leave, did you see Killjoy? I needed help changing my password, I can't log in bracer anymore”. The Duelist smiled, maintaining a constant roller coaster with her finger on her cell phone.
“She said that she was going to finish reading some reports and that she would only stop by here later”. She elongated the ‘later’, masking a moan she heard escape the Sentinel, which motivated Raze to keep the intensity higher. "And again the password, Brim?" Raze hit the max again, hoping to get another moan out of the Sentinel, to no avail this time. “Maybe it's not even that. Now, if you allow me, I'm busy”.
"Alright... Try to finish the dispenser today." Brim stated, leaving, and Raze closed the door, turning to her Sentinel. With a smile on her face, there was a slight exchange of glances, the Duelist put it to maximum once more, drawing strong moans from the other woman.
“Wow, wie... wie... bitte weitermachen. Gotter! (Wow, how…how…please go ahead. Gods!)”.
“I don't fucking understand what you're talking about, linda. But I assume it's good hehe”. Raze knelt again, taking her place. With one hand she held the device in place as she discarded the last piece of clothing from Killjoy. Then moving the kisses up the Sentinel's thigh, until she reached her area of desire.
Running the length of it, Raze sucked and licked and released the pressure, feeling the Killjoy struggling against her bonds, moaning and sighing, shivering on the workbench, struggling with herself to maintain focus and silence. The Duelist feasted, teased with the vibrator, but did not penetrate her yet.
“Heilige Scheiße, Raze mach es einfach bald. AH...mach es einfach bitte (Holy shit, Raze just do it. AH...just do it, please)”.
"You'll have to speak for me to understand, linda". Raze went up, kissing the Sentinel's body, with light bites, paying special attention to everyone's hidden tattoo on her right breast, a reminder of her turret and alarmbot, in a simple shade of black with yellow and purple accents. Raze loved the fact that only she knew about that Killjoy secret.
"Scheiße, you... Just do it, please... Please, Raze... I love you". Raze warmed up, how dare she do that to the Duelist's heart? Raze rose fast, connecting her mouth to the Sentinel's in a thoroughly passionate kiss, her hand pressing the toy against Killjoy.
She was finally tired of it, she uncuffed Killjoy's hands, as much as they struggled a little for dominance, she was never adept at being a dominatrix like Killjoy (although she loved it), she liked to feel her lover's touch. "Du bist wirklich keine Domina, meine Liebe... Aber du hast mich in deinen Händen (You are not really a dominatrix, my love... but you have me in your hands)".
“Du bist meine, freundin”. Raze spoke one of the few German phrases she knew, stripping off her shirt and finally shrugging off the pants. Pulling the Sentinel closer to the edge of the bench, joining her naked body to Killjoy's was indeed a gift to the Duelist. Surprising the Sentinel was easier that way, and with that toy well placed between them, the orgasms came overwhelmingly.
Killjoy hugged Raze as if I could lose her at any moment, whispering vows of love in German in the Brazilian's ear, feeling her body stiffen in the climax of the moment. While her right hand was on the back of the Duelist's neck, stroking her hair, her left hand kept digging the nails into Raze's scapula. Body panting and sweating on the edge of the counter, the toy securely between them.
Raze, as breathless as Killjoy, listened to the vows in her ear and corresponded with his own in Portuguese. The hands under the Sentinel's torso holding her as close as possible, feeling the sweat pouring out, the nails on her back, as well as the hand on the back of her neck, were proof that Raze had done better to untie her. Raze showed her love through actions and enjoyed feeling her beloved touching her. This dominatrix thing, which she loved, was with Killjoy, Raze was much more carnal.
It was the Duelist who turned off the toy with her cell phone, returning to keep hugging the Sentinel, sweat soaking them both, just like the toy.
"I love you too, Killjoy... I really love you, much". Raze spoke, looking into her lover's eyes before she felt her hand pull his head to kiss it. A passionate, corresponding kiss. After taking the toy, the Duelist went down her kisses, passing by the neck, breasts, again paying special attention to the tattoo, and belly and standing up.
The Duelist rose and then felt the Sentinel holding her, keeping her from going away.
"I'm just going to get the towel, linda, I'll be right back...". She spoke softly to the Sentinel, returning with a towel, her real name written right on the edge. She dried Killjoy's body carefully, further proof of the faithful love she felt for the Sentinel. "There are some clothes of yours here, let me get-".
"Nein... Nein, give me some of yours."
"But of course, linda... I was just talking about the underwear". Raze approached, two old sweatpants as well as her threadbare T-shirts, putting them on the counter before getting dressed. As soon as Killjoy finished getting dressed, the Duelist picked her up, it was obvious to her that her genius would be tired, sleepy, so she just carried her to that corner of the workshop, where the hammock was attached to the wall, behind a simple curtain.
"You are going to lie down with me, ja?"
"But of course, I'm just going to put our clothes in a better place". Raze said putting them on a shelf, in a blind spot in the door so they wouldn't disturb if they came into the lab.
Raze lowered the curtains and closed the small space, keeping the place in a pleasant darkness, climbing into the hammock with the Sentinel, letting the shorter one snuggle comfortably into the Duelist. Enveloped, Killjoy placed one of her legs over the Duelist, laying down on her chest. They kept the comfortable silence.
"Izzy?"
“Say it, linda”. Raze kept her hand lightly stroking the Sentinel's hair.
“Yeah... Eu te amo, is that how you speak in Portuguese, ja?”. Killjoy felt herself being squeezed, hard, a smile playing across her lips.
"Ja". Raze replied with a soft laugh. “And me, linda, Ich liebe dich”. She lightly kissed the Sentinel, feeling sleep cradling them both comfortably.
Brimstone didn't find Killjoy and even tried to ask Raze for the broken equipment, but with the workshop locked and his calls unanswered, he gave up, the two of them must have fled again. Little did he know that the two of them slept inside, in the hammock, undisturbed, maybe they even were going to play something together later, taking advantage of the privacy of Raze's workshop, quieter than even Killjoy's laboratory.