“Oh honey, there are always<i>plans</i>,”<br/><br/>Even if she could have or maybe should have expected the glib answer, the words sank into Cains brain. They melted into the soft squishy part deep in the back of her skull, and squeezed tight. It was hard for her to think. Even hard to move for a second as the slightly demeaning gesture lit a fire in places far lower than Cains brain.<br/><br/>She  fought, but couldn't stop the low, helpless whimper. This , maddening, arrogant bitch was something she wanted. And while her heart still pounded feverishly at the mere thought of Toshimi, they both knew, and understood the difference between desire and...whatever it was they had. It wasn't like bedding a stranger could hold a candle to the whole "attempted murder' thing. Shit. Part of  even thought Toshi would approve. She always did like to watch. And share....and...fuck. Toshi was not where Cain needed to focus right now.<br/><br/>Why was it so hard to think when Maggie spoke? Why did every little word drip -Just- enough condesntion to drive her wild? No one, especially the women she used talked down to her like that, and if they did? She'd have no issue shipping the bitch home in a crate. But there was something about the older woman that pushed all the right buttons.<br/><br/>None of which were on the elevator control panel.  There were a million places better suited for this kind of thing. But Cain even in her anxious state knee she had the upper hand in the confined space, far from any of Maggie's deep influence.<br/><br/>Her tumb grazed the soft inner skin of Maggie's wrist and she swallowed as she felt the older womans pulse pound fast and quick. Her own went just as haywire when lips grazed the shell of her ear.  The contact  fueled the fire, and made it harder to think.<br/>She closed her eyes, inhaling the combined feminine scent of Maggie as it mixed with whiskey and her own expensive mens cologne. A low purr started in her belly, and by the time it reached her mouth her eyes opened and she gnawed her bottom lip. She stepped back, turning to the elevator control and ran her hands up every single button. The panel lit up like the city lights and she took a moment to admire her handy work.<br/><br/>They'd talk. But at least some of it would be on her terms. In the confines of the elevator , they were just two women. No organizations to be beholden to.<br/><br/>She smiled , cockily as the elevator lurched upward, smiling  with unparallelled smugness.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0059b3">"That's a luxuary for people born with, or given full hands. When you aren't given many cards to start with...you make some.Or sometimes steal em from another game."<br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: #000000">She moved across the small enclosure, her hand pressed against the wall near Maggie's head. She leaned in , brushing her own lips against Maggie's earlobe, grazing teeth over the sensitive skin,</span><span style="color: #0059b3"> "I pushed 20."</span><span style="color: #000000"> Along with 19 other buttons. <br/>
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She grazed her lips over Maggie's jaw, her workboot statigcally placed between the older womans heels.  She leaned back just a enough to look Maggie in the eyes, and tilted her head to the side . Her chest rose at a slightly elevated rate and she leaned in and whispered against Maggie's lips,</span><span style="color: #0059b3"> "Rides started. Now what? " </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>