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For the most part, Deadlock is doing great.
Training has been a little rough, but otherwise, with how things have been going around the base, she felt like home for the first time in a long while. There is no reason for her not to feel at home – she’s been making friends, she’s getting accustomed to the missions and the sickness, and she’s finally accustomed to the wide array of flavors everyone presents. She even somehow found herself happily entrusting herself to a fellow agent, which was the last thing she thought she would do.
The only thing is that she’s been having difficulty landing most of her traps, and they don’t quite grab the prey in a way she expects. Performance-wise, her missions have been going great, but the traps always fail to some degree… whether user error or the devices themselves, she’s unsure what’s the problem.
So a thicker wire. For practice. If it can even be called wire anymore. For all of Deadlock’s wire implements, she has never really used these kinds of things outside combat, so she’s stumped on what to do exactly, as she thinks her current skill set is more than enough. But she understands the need to iterate and improve, and if all she needs to do is to practice with thicker “wire,” then she will practice with thicker wire.
Deadlock’s current devices are not exactly made for these kinds of nanowire, but she’s managing to finally land her prey in a manner she’s happy with… at least, with the test dummies. She doesn’t really know how uncomfortable the traps are, and for her, that’s an important factor of the trap. Trying it on herself is not an option right now, especially since she’s alone. There would be no way to free herself if she got stuck, and she doesn’t like the thought of being held in the training range at midnight until an early bird passes by and frees her from an embarrassing predicament. She is not that close with anyone yet… at least she thinks.
She throws another modified net on a gaggle of test dummies and watches as they struggle to free themselves again. They’re struggling. They’ve also been struggling for the last few nets. Measuring the time until they break themselves free is almost pointless at this stage, so she’s starting to consider testing it against her standard net, or just give up and test it on herself. The standard nanowire net hurts in an uncomfortable way, but it never cuts skin or anything of the sort. Deadlock understands that not everyone likes the thin wires digging into their skin, so it’s been a great option…
“I suppose I can wait until tomorrow when someone is here…” She muses, giving up and looping the rope wire against itself to store for the night–
“What’s the thing you need an eye on?”
Skye almost appears out of nowhere, training implements in hand. Deadlock didn’t hear her walk in. She almost feels relieved she was the one that walked in, otherwise a request to get tied up would be way harder to explain.
“It’s my new nanowire,” Deadlock says plainly. She holds out a length of it for Skye to touch, and she does, rubbing the texture with her exposed fingers. “Just thicker. I don’t know if I can still call it wire...”
“Looks good! ‘Nano rope’ does not sound as threatening now, does it?” Skye laughs. Her fingers still rub the rope with interest, like she’s thinking of something. “Can I look closer?”
“Sure.” Deadlock hands the whole spool of “nano rope” to her, and she seems very excited to play with it as she admires the way the rope is made. Skye already seems to have ideas, and she’s already fashioning the end of it to something . “I was thinking it could be for practice, or maybe I can find a new use for it.”
Skye seems to ponder this over for a bit. Maybe she did a lot of knots on the great outdoors? She seems like she can come up with ideas, and it takes her a long while of eye contact and studying the rope before she says anything. “You can always make a net! Like those old-timey traps that just springs a net from under ya.”
“No…” Deadlock already has a net grenade of some kind. Making that into rope won’t help. It’d definitely make the restraint last longer, but the appeal of the wire is the discomfort of the wire against skin. “I already have that somehow.”
“Or you can always just do this , you know?” Skye brandishes a finished lasso made out of her nanowire, and even makes a show of twirling it around like how you’d expect from a cowboy. Deadlock can’t help but stare and imagine , and watches as they do a trial lasso of a dummy. “Didn’t expect I’d be doin’ this tonight, but I’ve always wanted to try out your gear!”
Skye throws the lasso and Deadlock watches the nano rope in action even at her companion’s throwing speed – the lasso constricts almost immediately the dummy enters the open loop, way quicker than the pull needed from traditional rope lassos, and the tug of the nanowire looked strong. It could definitely be an option, but once again, she needs to know how it would affect actual agents. She needs to know how it would affect her.
She’s definitely not going to ask Skye to tie her up for a test. She respects her too much for that. But she trusts Kirra, wholeheartedly.
She watches as Kirra struggles to free the lasso off the dummy.
Iselin approaches Kirra, reaching out to try to grab her hand to stop her from throwing the lasso again. “Hey, Kirra, I do have to as–”
She didn’t notice that the lasso was already over her head, so she also did not notice the loop of the lasso coming from behind Kirra. Before Iselin knew it, her hands were entangled in her own wires without even having to ask or reason for it. The usual inherent pull of the nanowire meant that it emphasizes the pull of its wielder, so she finds herself slamming towards Kirra at almost mach speeds as she instinctively tries to pull away the rope from its creator.
Too late for that. Gladly, Kirra acts fast and she sticks out her free arm to catch her before she hits the ground or toppled both of them on the range floor, and she holds onto the fence of the shooting range to stabilize both of them.
“You all right–” Kirra’s question is cut short by her eyes wandering into Iselin’s arms, now restricted by a rope she willingly made for this. “Shit.”
Deadlock’s panic almost fades the moment she realizes she’s never really heard Skye curse before. Skye’s fingers immediately fiddled with the knot, trying their damndest to undo the lasso off of her. “Oh Locky, I’m so sorry–” She pulls on one side of the rope, expecting it to loosen, and somehow makes it tighter against her skin. “Shit, this isn’t acting like it should! Iselin, doesn’t this thing have a timer? ”
“It’s new,” Iselin says rather calmly, “It’s not really at that stage yet.” Partly a lie. All her devices had timers in it, but the rope she handed Kirra wasn’t attached to its accompanying device.
Kirra’s now beet red. “And you want me to calm down?” She attempts to push on another side of the rope against the knot, and the rope does not budge.
“ Kirra, ” Iselin repeats, and she leans towards Kirra’s arms as best as she could, knowing full well she can support her weight. “It’s fine. In fact, I wanted to test this on myself. It’s new and I need to know how this feels.”
“I mean, you look great like this, but aside from that–”
“There is a timer device in my room.” Iselin fully leans into Kirra, just wanting to do whatever she wants to do. Testing out the new wire has left her mind entirely, and she’s merely enjoying her company at this point. “I trust you.”
Kirra breathes and lets the moment sit. Iselin assumes she’s figuring out what’s going on, or processing the situation. She didn’t really think much about roping (hah) her into this, but this is one way to ask, she thinks.
Finally, Kirra pulls on Iselin, just to meet her eye to eye. “Iselin, are you sure? Really sure about this?” Her tone is serious, but Iselin senses a glint of excitement in there. Maybe she’s just delusional and she’s looking for some hint of desire in there.
Iselin nods. Kirra stays quiet. She figured she wanted a vocal answer. “Yes.”
“I could just bring you to your room, untie you, and call it a night,” Kirra says. “But are you sure?”
“I should be asking you that. Weren’t you going to train?”
“Wanted to train with you, actually,” Kirra says so plainly it’s almost funny. “Wouldn’t you consider this training? You wanted this, after all.” She playfully pulls on the lasso, and the feeling of the nano rope against her bare skin already tells Iselin that the rope does not feel that uncomfortable for her traps, but she’s personally liking this setup. She likes Kirra’s hand on the rope.
Iselin can’t help but smile. “I don’t know, Kirra.” She tilts her head, trying to appear playfully in thought. “I may need some more tests to figure these new ropes out.”
“Oh?” Kirra raises an eyebrow. She’s picking up what she’s putting down, and she seems to accept it in its entirety. The hand on the end of the lasso tightens, and she pulls Iselin along. “All right, then. Lead the way.”
The walk back to her room was a lot less embarrassing than she thought. Obviously, there could be a humiliation factor to these kinds of things, and Deadlock did not want to get caught like this by anyone other than Skye. She expected Fade, maybe Viper, to still be awake, but perhaps they’re holed up in their respective rooms.
Iselin instinctively hides behind Kirra as they take the short trek back, but small movements remind her that she’s tied up, feeling the rope dig into her one flesh wrist. The walk usually takes her five minutes, but this definitely feels way longer than it should.
“You’re looking around like a lost fowl, dear.” Kirra seems to feel that Iselin was a little paranoid, and turns to her partner. Iselin cannot tell how she looks and she usually does not care, but being seen as afraid of little things isn’t really something she strives for.
“The lights on some of these rooms are still on,” Iselin says, eyes focusing at the foot of Neon’s door they just walked past. Light still spills from the inside, and she’s afraid Neon might open it at the worst time. “I just…”
“It’s all right, darling,” Kirra lays a warm hand over Iselin’s real one. “I didn't really see anyone on my way to the range. And if anyone passes by, just hide your arms behind me, all right?”
It seemed like a good plan. Everyone knows they’re dating, after all. Being seen together isn’t too much of an issue to her. Iselin nods. “Good plan.”
“Good plan!” Kirra repeats. She turns her attention back to the hallway and traces the route back, the hand with the rope behind her where Iselin could see it.
No one ended up coming out of their room on their way to Iselin’s room, but she felt secure either way.
“Wire.”
“Oh, right.”
Kirra steps over the tripwire on the foot of Iselin’s room as they enter, and she disables it as she walks past the frame and locks the door. There is a finality to it, even if she could open it at any time. Kirra sees her hand on the door lock and smiles as her eyes browse her partner’s room.
“Now where’s that timer device you got?” Kirra immediately beelines to Iselin’s nightstand and begins looking for the device. She may have opened the wrong drawer as she heard a very audible “ooh!” from her, but she doesn’t say much else and moves on to the work desk in the corner. “Is this it?” She picks up something that looks like part of Deadlock’s kit, a small white hook with a blue base handle that matches the color of nanowire, almost like a reversed wand.
“Yes, that’s the release device.” Iselin sits up by the bed and watches Kirra try to figure out how it works. It does look weird compared to the rest of her mission kit. “You usually pull on the wire with the hook and press the trigger. It will pull a little stronger at first, but will release once the timer is done… Usually a few seconds.”
“I see!” Kirra experimentally clicks on the trigger of the hook without the wire, and it has the usual low beeps of her kit devices as the timer runs. The hook retracts, and then pulls on air, and the beeps stop. “I see…”
“Now what are you thinking?” Iselin presents her wrists to Kirra, who seems to be thinking of something. She has an unexplainable something in her eyes as she hooks on the rope and pulls the trigger. “You got that smile on your face.”
The timer beeps and Iselin’s breath hitches as the rope pulls tighter against her skin. It’s her own tool, but she sometimes forgets how downright uncomfortable it feels sometimes. “Let’s just say I need a little more confirmation from you.” Kirra seems to notice her discomfort, and positions the hook so it doesn’t pull too hard, and the lasso’s knot finally releases. “I can just go to sleep or go back to the range…”
She wants this. Iselin wants this so bad. It’s almost torture how badly she wants it, how much she just wants Kirra to read her mind and she just does what she likes. She knows Kirra will do anything for her. She’s literally caught bullets for her before, and she isn’t sure why this is an issue for her to say or to ask. But she needs to speak, she needs to say something.
“I want this.” Her now released hands lay itself on Kirra’s thigh, like a puppy who wants back in the cage. She even rubs towards Kirra’s inner thigh, for good measure.
Kirra’s eyes dip in a way that can only be read as suggestive. One hand finds itself meeting Iselin’s prosthetic. “You do?”
“I do.”
“Are you sure?” Kirra’s hand lays itself on Iselin’s cheek, and she leans on its warmth.
“Yes.”
“I didn’t quite catch that.” The hand against her cheek moves to her shoulder and pushes against Iselin, landing them both on the bed. Kirra’s weight hovers over her like a reminder of what’s to come if she says yes. “You want what? ”
The sex hasn’t even happened yet and Iselin was already so, so frustrated. She knows Kirra just wants to make sure, but the teasing is a little too much. Maybe it’s just Kirra’s way of enjoying the situation.
“God,” Iselin breathes out. “Just tie me up and fuck me.”
Kirra smiles. “Gladly.” If ever, she finds all this cute or amusing. She kisses Iselin so softly before grabbing the loose bundle of nanorope and wrapping the end of it against her finger to fiddle with it. “I already have the perfect idea for you.”
“Do you mind telling me what that is?” Iselin can’t help but be curious.
Kirra just shakes her head. “Can’t I keep things to myself?”
Oh yeah , Iselin thinks. She’s gonna have some complicated things in mind for sure. But she thinks it would be worth it to sit through and maybe learn. She just wants Kirra’s hands all over her one way or another.
Iselin takes off her jacket and shirt, keeping her sports bra on. She thought about removing her prosthetic, but she’s pretty sure that the things Kirra has learned has definitely not accounted for a missing arm, so she keeps it on against her better judgment. The scars are covered fairly well with the arm cap, so Kirra wouldn’t be too distracted with it.
“When you’re done, wrists please!” Kirra has only removed her shirt and gloves and nothing else, but she’s fairly ready to tie her up, and something about that makes Iselin feel excited. She doesn’t waste time with presenting her wrists, and Kirra doesn’t waste time with starting the knots.
Kirra focuses on the harness with laser focus, and Iselin also begins to notice Kirra’s touch on odd places. The back of her hand against her arm as she wraps the long end of the rope around her, her finger tips against her back as she tests for tension. Even something as simple as her hand cupping her elbow as she wraps rope around it and makes a knot by the crook of it, it’s all so strange, so new yet welcoming. She notices the rope tightening around her little by little, but she trusts Kirra.
As Kirra wraps the rope around her the second time and knots something by her other elbow, this time right where her prosthetic is, she breaks the silence. “How are you feeling? If it’s too tight, let me know.”
Iselin struggles against the bonds for a bit. “I feel great.” Kirra slips two fingers between her skin and the rope, seemingly to test its tension, and continues securing the knot right where her prosthetic meets skin, right above the arm cap. “It is tight, but a good kind of tight.”
“Great!” The rope’s ends return to the middle where her wrists are bound near her chest. “We’re almost done.” She doesn’t even realize that within a few loops, the harness was done, and it took just a few minutes. It even has extra rope left at the end of it, which Kirra pulls almost immediately to get Iselin into a kiss, nearly missing crashing into teeth.
If Iselin was honest, she would feel pretty alright just making out like this with Kirra. But it’s fairly evident they’re there for more than that, and after pulling apart from the kiss, they stayed close for a little bit, Kirra clinging onto her for a bit.
“Any scientific thoughts about being tied up, dear?” Kirra’s breath is warm against her ear. “You look so hot like this.”
Iselin thinks about it for a bit. Rope would be better for these kinds of purposes, but she has to admit her own tool being used on her in this way is rather exciting. “It’s definitely not for traps.” She leans into the hug a bit more. “But it isn’t as uncomfortable as the wires were.”
“Wait.” Kirra pushes her off for a bit to look at her. “You got tied up with your usual nanowire?”
“Yeah?” Iselin says it like it’s obvious. “I have to know if they work.”
“You’re nasty, you know that right? I like that.” Kirra laughs, and pushes Iselin against the bed again. “You have something built up in you. And I’d like to relieve that somehow.” She is quick to slip her hand under the waistband of Iselin’s pants slowly, as if still gauging for her reaction, and she exhales against her warm touch.
Pulling Iselin’s pants and boxers down was a bit complicated with her being unable to help, but Kirra manages to pull it off of her legs. For a moment, Iselin realizes how much the clothing situation turns her on – she’s basically naked and tied up, and Kirra hasn’t really made much effort to undress aside from her shirt. It makes her feel more exposed than she should be, and she stares up at her loving partner, who’s just admiring her view.
“Looking great, Iselin.” The drawl of her name in Kirra’s voice just makes her wish she isn’t tied up, because she really wants to bite her out of frustration. “How ‘bout I help you with that?”
Kirra places a hand on her bare, already wet clit and immediately Iselin feels more exposed. She’s a bit appreciative of the rope because her first instinct would be to push Kirra away, mostly out of shame, and it ended up her looking like she’s pushing against her bondage for a bit. Kirra’s hand isn’t moving at all, and she’s watching her partner with interest as she squirms against her hand for any movement.
Kirra draws experimental circles around the sweet spot, and Iselin almost prevents a whimper from escaping her lips, breathing out and trying to regulate her breathing.
“You’re having fun,” Kirra teases, speeding up her pace. “Don’t know how good the padding is in here.”
The sound padding? Is she being loud already? Maybe she should have set up a sound sensor? The thought gets thrown out the window the second she feels fingers slide in and out of her, and another broken up moan escapes Iselin’s mouth. Kirra seems to love that reaction, as she starts moving quicker, bit by bit.
Iselin can slowly feel herself going mad. She knows this will be the end of her somehow. She’s going to have to beg for release at one point tonight and she will enjoy being dangled over the edge. She couldn’t think too much about the intricacies or the shame aspect of it as all her attention is downside where she watches Kirra change pace so erratically and unpredictably that all she can spit are barely-audible whimpers to try to make her quicken up.
Kirra pulls on the rope, and Iselin feels the tightness of it all tugs against her skin and pulls at her arms and elbows closer to herself. Being unable to hide or stop Kirra is the bondage’s one benefit. Too often did she pull away when things get overwhelming in intimate moments, and right now all she wants to do is cover her face and focus on the sensations, but so much stimulus is happening – the rope, the visuals, the sensation of fingers pumping inside her, that she can feel herself blanking out, unable to stop herself from being loud.
The hand slips in and somehow immediately finds the sweet spot inside her, and Kirra almost claws against it, doing barely any effort with moving in and out. Iselin groans and tries her best once again to not feel like she will miss this for the next few weeks. She closes her eyes, trying to focus on how good this feels.
“You’re taking me so well,” she hears Kirra say. She says something else that she didn’t quite catch as she pulls away, and then she feels her hands around her thigh and a hot, warm and wet sensation against her core that took her by surprise, so much that it made her yelp. Alternating hands and mouth on her clit just feels so new, and– yeah, she’s whimpering now. Iselin couldn't stop herself. She wants more of this warmth, more that it burns.
This is the best thing that’s ever happened to Iselin. She could forget everything outside this room with enough of this. She imagines that if she wasn’t bound, she would grab on Kirra’s hair, so she settles on opening her eyes and watching her eat her out, and just as she looks down, Kirra looks up at her and licks and presses against her clit.
Iselin leans back, closes her eyes. She’s close, the pent-up pleasure building up like a dam in a typhoon. And Kirra…
… Kirra just stops.
Almost dizzy in pleasure, Iselin did not even realize it at first until the sound of her own nightstand opening and closing disturbs her. Kirra must have seen the drawer earlier when she was looking for the timer, so she seemed sure on what she should take. Her vision clears and she watches her fasten on a harness she forgot she owned.
“Where did you get this?” The tone isn’t accusatory, just somehow amused, as Kirra brandishes a dildo Iselin also forgot she bought. The low lights suggest it’s a fairly large blue marble-patterned strap.
“Town,” Iselin weakly replies. “Somewhere.”
Kirra fastens the strap to the harness. “It was still in the box.”
“Didn't have time…” Iselin wants to look at the side just to avoid watching Kirra, feeling like she’s watching her change clothes, but the way she wore it, with the strap hidden under her pants with the marble blue penis sticking out, is just making her head swim in a way she didn’t anticipate.
“Like the view?” She watches Kirra wag it around playfully. It isn’t that long, but it swings around almost comically.
“Mmh.” Iselin grumbles under her breath. She does like the view. Something with the way the straps of the harness peeks over Kirra’s pant waistline makes her want to bite her skin or hold her over her. She just doesn’t know how to feel about being teased relentlessly and being unable to do anything about it.
Kirra seems to finally relent, as she leans over and plants a soft kiss against her lips. “Be patient now. You’re doing great.”
The next few moments are a blur. At this stage, Iselin is so drunk in pleasure she can barely process how wet she’s become, how drunk on lust she is. She processes Kirra leaning into her somehow, and the strap pressing against her. A slight push of it makes it slip inside Iselin, eliciting a moan that was a little higher pitched than she wanted.
“You’re so cute , Iselin.” Kirra slowly moves at first, getting both of them accustomed to the size and the movement, but immediately picks up the pace. “You’re so beautiful, you’re doing so well.”
Iselin really has no space to overthink the moment. All she can think is how heavy, how full, how great she feels, and she wants more of it. “Please–” Kirra pushes fully into her, interrupting what she was going to say. “ Kirra…”
“What was that?”
Iselin is so desperate for release that she’s throwing shame out of the window. “Let me…” Another push against her, which she groans against. “Please let me come–” Another full push, embedding the full length deep in her, slowly and so deeply that she felt whatever she was just saying leave her mind.
In a smooth motion, Kirra grabs the release device by the nightstand. Smoothly, she hooks over the central bundle of knots on Iselin’s harness, but doesn’t click the trigger, not quite yet. She pulls, tantalizingly, and Iselin sees her thumb hovering over the button.
For a moment, her eyes could tell how close or how far Kirra’s thumb was to the trigger. So close. So close. Iselin feels her whole being exposed and bare, more than just her body. She’s suddenly so aware of everything happening, and she lets herself breathe to let every sensation settle in.
As Iselin exhales and lets herself groan and breathe with every movement, she hears Kirra finally click the trigger amidst every push against her. As the timer clicks and beeps, counting down on her release, Kirra leans against her, breath heavy and hot.
“You can come.”
She wanted to say something else, but Iselin didn’t expect it would be the thing to bring her over the edge.
~
Iselin doesn’t remember the harness being undone, only that when she finally opens her eyes, Kirra is hovering over her with a bottle of water and a towel and she could actually reach out to take them. She hastily takes a swig of the water, spilling a good amount of it on her lap.
“Woah, hey!” Kirra is quick to get another towel to wipe the water off of her legs, among other things. Once Iselin is fully dry, she doesn't even bother putting her shirt back on and motions for Kirra to join her in bed, and she happily tucks herself against her to cuddle.
She doesn’t even process Kirra talking. “You did great,” she whispers, and Iselin feels her slowly stroking her hands against her messy hair, smoothing out whatever she had grabbed earlier. “Did I do great?”
Iselin can barely answer, so she just grunts assent and hopes she gets it.
Kirra just laughs. “Was it that good?”
“Mm.” Iselin’s leg rides up on Kirra’s body even more. “More next time.”
“Next time?”
“Next time.”
“Alright.” Kirra presses a kiss against Iselin’s forehead, and while her body aches, she does feel loved. “Next time, dear.”