<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/RK9d9kH.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><em>Evie Connors</em><br/><strong>Date | Location:</strong><em>Sunny Afternoon  | Japan, Ishikawa Estate, Mai's Bath</em><br/><strong>Wearing | Carrying:</strong><em>Undressed</em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><em>Mai Ishikawa</em><br/><strong>Notes:</strong><em>Takes place 19 years ago and includes backstory going back farther</em><hr/><br/>Evie had been prepared to make this last a while, to bring Mai to the edge, hold her there, let her down—over and over. She’d dreamed of it, but in that feverish moment, watching her body arch, hearing her sweet voice, tasting her again, she can’t stop herself. Her tongue focuses on Mai’s stiffened clit, sliding her fingers into Mai’s warm depths, hooking them upward, finding the spot on the forward part of her inner walls that drive her wild. Mouth and hand work in tandem, drawing the orgasm out of her favorite person, pulling that delicious, choked off cry from Mai’s throat.<br/><br/>As Mai’s body turns molten and melts for her, so does Evie’s heart.<br/><br/>She stands, lifting the woman in her arms, feeling how she’s gone slack against her, carrying her beyond the dressing room to the bath. She kneels in the tub, placing Mai, stripping any stitch of clothing that remains on her lover and running warm water. As it fills around her, Evie finishes disrobing—like most cybernetics, the legs won’t be affected by water, but the seams around her mid-thighs and the mechanical jointing are visible. So much of her is mechanical now. She sinks into the bath behind Mai, legs wrapped around her from behind, Evie’s body positioned as though to encapsulate her, taking her time, washing Mai’s body—her hair. Evie misses that.<br/><br/>They cannot stay too long. Evie’s careful not to wet her own hair, she wants it dry when she leaves the bath later. Knowing their time is growing short tonight, she catches Mai up on what brought her here—the war, the injury, petitioning for the Japan assignment knowing it would put her close to powerful clientele interested in American bodyguards. She’d mucked around in some bars, built a reputation as a dangerous woman who preferred the company of men, which had been enough to get her name floated up the chain to Hitoshi.<br/><br/>“It’ll take some time,” she whispers. “To figure out how to get you and Naomi out of here.” Naomi would make it complicated, but Evie grins—<em>Of course the kid is coming too. At least she looks like Mai.</em>“But I have a few friends, believe it or not, and we can do this, if you’ll let me.”<br/><br/>She feels invincible in that moment, unstoppable. She’s gone from useless rich girl to mercenary, fought every step of the way, and now her prize is between her thighs, her fingers scrubbing Mai’s rich, dark mane. She can smell Mai, making her real again, and Evie is too young, too foolish to see coming the dark bend in the road.