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Magic Show	By : Isabelle_Jennings Category: DC Verse Comics > Catwoman Views: 5162 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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PART 2: LUST AT FIRST SIGHT
Notice: For those of you who read Part 1 prior to July 5 2014, please note that it's been fairly heavily revised, so I'd recommend re-reading it before going on to Part 2.

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---SELENA---
It was nine in the morning and Selena was lazily lounging in bed after having gotten in at two AM. She'd only gotten six hours sleep, having woken up at around eight, but she'd felt no particular need to get up and so had simply lain there, cozy and warm in bed, with her cat, Isis, well fed and happy, purring softly on the next pillow over.
The doorbell rang and Selena's eyes opened immediately.
"Don't get up, I'll get it!" She heard her roommate, Arizona, call.
Selena smiled and closed her eyes again. She just hoped it wouldn't be another of Arizona's ex-girlfriends again. Really, she was entirely too good at getting women to come home with her. It kind of surprised Selena that she hadn't tried it with her yet... Probably knew she'd get turned down. Or, well... probably turned down...
She couldn't hear what they were saying, but whoever was at the door was definitely not one of Arizona's--he was a guy for one, and Arizona was one-hundred percent lesbian. In the year or so Selena had known her so far, she hadn't seen her roommate come anywhere close to even checking out a guy.
The door closed and she heard Arizona's footfalls approaching her room, then a soft knock on her door. "Um, it was for you."
Selena sat up and stretched, yawning. She blinked and looked over to her roommate who was definitely enjoying the view. Selena smiled playfully. "Like what you see, do you?" She asked, rolling up into a crouch and leaping from the bed to land on her feet in one graceful motion.
Arizona gulped a little. "Is that even a serious question?" She asked with a little of a smile.
"I suppose not." She replied absently. "So who was it?" She asked a little warily. Her ex-boyfriend, Jason Bard, was out of town and wouldn't be back for weeks. He could have sent flowers or something in an attempt to get back in her good graces, she supposed, but she seriously doubted it... Other than that, she owned the building, and the building manager was a woman named Alison Markus, and Alison knew better than to send anyone to bother her without calling first. There really weren't that many other people who knew who she was, or especially where she lived. Naturally she was curious, but she was also cautious--very cautious, when it came to Arizona's safety especially. She had exactly two real friends in all the world after all, and she was in no hurry to lessen that number.
"Delivery guy." Arizona replied softly. "Seriously, you won't believe this..."
"What is it?" Selena asked.
Her roommate silently handed over a rather hefty red and black box.
Selena took it and turned her back to her roommate, opening the box. A little gasp escaped her lips.
"I know." Arizona spoke. "I think they're all real too. And there's a note."
Selena spotted it and tossed the box onto her bed, opening the note and reading it. It said 'Hi kitty. Presents! Sure you don't want to go dancing with me? ~ Love, Hailey.'
"Who's Hailey, by the way?" Arizona asked softly.
"...She's... someone I... met last night." Selena replied, dropping the note on the bed and looking at all the gems and jewelry and such that had spread out on the bed. Isis was curiously sniffing some of it.
"You must have really made an impression. How much do you think all that's worth, by the way?" Arizona asked.
Selena sat down and the bed and looked through it, her eyes bright with interest and outright avarice. "At least..." She looked from the necklace she was holding and dropped it on the bed, picking up a small rose that was made of gold and jewels, looking over to meet Arizona's eyes. "There's got to be more than a three-hundred million dollars worth here." She spoke in quiet reverence.
Arizona let loose a little whistle. "Wow... You must have really made an impression." Arizona replied, going to sit down on the bed with her, picking up a few of the valuables and inspecting them curiously. "Who is she by the way--this Hailey of yours?"
"...Harlequin." Selena nearly whispered the word, actually more than a little uneasy at the idea.
Arizona's reaction pretty much said it all. She was speechless; eyes wide.
"I'm in trouble, aren't I?" Selena spoke with a little of a daring smile.
"Zo? Where'd you go?" They heard a woman's sleepy voice call from the other room.
"Zo?" Selena teased softly in a playful voice.
Arizona smiled unapologetically and shrugged. "She came up with it, not me." She whispered, getting up and going to attend to her current lover. "I'm here. You hungry?" Selena heard Arizona offer... Katy; Katy Harris, Selena recalled her name. It was kind of hard to keep track usually, but Arizona had managed to keep this one for almost two weeks so far so Selena had bothered to learn her name. Two weeks was better than her roommate usually did, actually. Somehow though, she had yet to know Arizona to spend a night without a woman in her bed, even if it was just a one night stand. In a way, Selena was actually a little jealous. Her own track record was something on the order of few and far between. She just didn't open up to other people very easily--she never had.
She looked down at the rose in her hand and tossed it on the bed. "Not going to happen." She told Isis, getting up to go get a glass of water from the bathroom sink and then take a shower.
It wasn't that she had a problem with a woman as a lover, mind you. She'd had romantic interests of both genders at times in her life--men more than women, but still.
And she liked trouble, of course she did... It was only, The Harlequin... Hailey apparently... Well, if her reputation was anything to go by, that was trouble on a level she really didn't need, and wasn't at all sure she could handle. Not that her 'courting gifts' weren't appealing, but it had the uncomfortable notion attached that Hailey was trying to buy her affections or something, which wasn't too appealing... The trouble was, she could be pretty sure that just ignoring this particular problem wouldn't make her go away.
No... This was probably going to get worse before it got better.
Still though, she remembered the look in Hailey's eyes when their eyes met, and somehow... Somehow she couldn't help but smile to herself a little.
Why was that?
---HAILEY---
"Sylvan..." Hailey spoke. She was standing in Sylvan Scofield's living room when she walked in from a night out doing... well, whatever it was she'd been up to lately. Hailey hadn't bothered to find out or ask, actually; mostly because she got the idea Sylvan didn't want her to know--she wasn't usually the type to volunteer things about herself very often.
"Oh, you're here." Sylvan smiled softly to her as she came in the door. She put down her things on a chair and walked over to where Hailey was standing.
She moved in for a kiss, but Hailey held her off. "Um, you might want to wait until we've talked before you decide if you want to do that or not."
Sylvan looked confused at that a moment, then her features took on a more guarded look. "What's wrong?" She asked in a cold-sounding voice.
"I'm breaking up with you..." Hailey told her softly.
"...Why?" Sylvan asked.
"...Would you prefer tactful or blunt?" Hailey asked. "Or... Do you even really want me to answer you at all?" She was fairly certain what Sylvan would choose, but she felt she owed it to her to at least ask first.
"Blunt." Sylvan answered in a flatly hostile tone.
"I met someone last night. Our eyes met, we exchanged a few words, she left, but I want to peruse her. I think we could have a real connection... and I think I'm ready for that in my life again. Or, at least I want to be." She told her.
"-We- have a real connection, Hailey." Sylvan countered, making it almost sound like a threat.
"Not enough of one for my tastes." Hailey told her. "I do care about you... a lot. But you're still scared of me..." She explained softly.
"Fuck you." Sylvan told her in a hushed voice, looking into her eyes with contained fury (that fear was still there though, even now).
"You have--repeatedly and thoroughly--it hasn't helped the way one might hope. Not that I really expected it would, I just didn't want to be alone--and we were so beautiful together, I guess I just couldn't help myself. So I suppose you do have a good reason to really hate me... If that's the way you wanted to go about this. I'd hope it's not, but I can understand if that's your choice."
"What's her name?" Sylvan asked coldly.
"Don't know that yet, actually. She goes by Catwoman. I've already nicknamed her 'kitty' in my head though." Hailey replied honestly. It was more honesty that was at all needed, obviously, but Sylvan had chosen blunt, so Hailey felt she owed it to her to be very blunt. That way, maybe she'd hate her for it and it would make the breakup easier on her in the long run.
The level of sheer anger in Sylvan's eyes at her saying that though actually shocked Hailey a little. It made her smile. She wanted to say 'you're cute when you're angry', but thought that would probably be just a -little- insensitive of her, and, really, she didn't want to hurt Sylvan any more than she already had if she could avoid it. The way things were going though? Her prospects on that didn't look too good.
Sylvan visibly clamped down on her fury before Hailey's eyes though, turning away as a few tears escaped her eyes. "We're meant to be together." Sylvan told her, her back turned to her.
"You think so?" Hailey asked curiously. This was actually pretty darn unexpected--it hadn't been one of the reactions she thought she might get at all, actually. It made her curious.
"I know it." Sylvan told her. "I'm not losing you to her."
"Why not?" Hailey asked.
Sylvan walked away without answering, going towards her bedroom. At the door to her bedroom, she turned her head, but still didn't meet Hailey's eyes. "You can either stay and forget about leaving me... or you can leave. It's up to you. Either way, you're going to be my wife one day." She told her softly, actually sounding... very venerable as she said it--maybe even a little desperate. She went into her room and closed the door behind her.
Hailey stared at the door in bemusement. "I think I might just have underestimated her." She spoke to the empty room, actually feeling tempted to take Sylvan up on it to see what would happen... and... because she really hated to see her cry...
She looked through the walls like they weren't there with one of her future apps and saw that Sylvan was laying on her back on her bed looking up at the ceiling, like she'd just let herself fall there. She was still crying, though she wasn't making a sound.
Hailey's heart went out to her, but there were some things you just couldn't fix. She couldn't fix this, not without going into that room and telling Sylvan that this had all been a horrible mistake and that she'd changed her mind.
And, despite Sylvan's unexpected and intriguing behavior, and the pull she couldn't deny she felt towards going to comfort her now former lover, in her heart, Hailey knew she didn't actually want to do that--didn't want to try something that still seemed like it would be futile. No, what she wanted was to go find the kitty she'd met last night and try to get frisky with her. She wanted to be in love again. She wanted it to be right this time. She wanted it to last this time. And, somehow, without anything but her feelings and a few fleeting moments of eye contact to assure her she was right, she found herself having an almost absurd level of faith that kitty was the right woman for her.
So, she left.
---JASON---
It was getting close to dawn and Jason Todd was just getting home. He'd pawned some of the jewelry he'd gotten and hidden the rest in a safe place so he could go back for it later (it didn't pay to have a lot of cash on you in the neighborhood he lived in). After that, he'd gone and bought some groceries: A few apples, oranges, oatmeal, lettuce, trail mix, that sort of thing.
As he walked up the stairs to his apartment, the events of last night were playing through his head again. He was thinking of Zane and wondering again if he should have said yes to that woman's offer as soon as the words had left her mouth. Holly had been right--she would have been dead either way, and there was nothing either one of them could do about it. The Harlequin: He'd used his smart phone to look her up online, and, really, if she'd wanted that woman dead, there was no damn way short of maybe Batman or Power Woman showing up that she was ever going to keep breathing come morning. Had he been selfish to throw away the opportunity, even given what he would have had to do?
No, he told himself. No, he'd done the right thing. He was a father now, and that meant that doing the right thing was even more important, not less. It meant that he owed it to his son to set a good example. And committing a cold-blooded murder to get ahead was about the worst betrayal of that responsibility he could think of.
When he got to the third floor and turned down the hallway towards his apartment though, he froze when he saw the door open. Kelly would know better... He dropped his groceries and raced ahead, burst into the apartment and was stopped again in his tracks by a sight that was infinitely worse than an open door. Kelly was laying on the floor, dead, her blood on the floor from a crack in her head...
Jason backed away in denial of what he was seeing. He stopped though, and raced into Kelly and Zane's room. "Not here..." He spoke in a soft, agonized voice.
...There was, however, a note.
Still in shock, he moved forward and picked it up, holding it for just a second before unfolding it to read.
'Kill yourself before noon today or he dies.'
He stared at the words, willing them to make some kind of sense--any kind of sense.
"Harlequin." He spoke the word aloud in a voice that cracked as if he were starved of water or horse from speaking too loud.
It was the only thing that made any sense after all--who else in his life could possibly be responsible for something like this? The serial killer/eco-terrorist he'd met last night was the only name that came to mind.
He got out his smart-phone and searched through his contacts, finding the number he wanted and tapping 'call'.
The phone rang three times before she picked up. "Holly? It's Jason. We need to talk."
---SELENA---
She'd spent the day at home, relaxing with the luxury her ill-gotten gains afforded her. Arizona's 'friend' for the night had left early, her having had to get to work (poor woman). So she'd had her roommate/best friend all to herself for the day, which was just fine with Selena. She loved spending time with Arizona, maybe even more than she liked prowling around rooftops at night and stealing things that weren't hers... maybe more than that... maybe.
Selena gave her friend another martial arts lesson, taught her more about lock picking, they made lunch together, talked, swam in the pool for a long while (she could only take the cat theme so far after all, water aversion was where she drew the line--she was one cat that loved the water). By the time the evening came around, Arizona had somehow managed to convince her to go clubbing with her again. Katy was apparently going out of town for the next few days to visit a sick uncle.
"And you really don't feel bad about this?" Selena asked curiously as they walked over to the club entrance. She didn't think it was particularly amoral or anything, she was more looking to gain additional insight into why Arizona was the way she was about this. Since Katy wasn't going to be available, Arizona was on the lookout for a replacement lover for the night. It wasn't surprising; it would have been far more surprising if Arizona wasn't doing this.
"Nope. In fact, I expect to be feeling very, very good about it shortly. You should try it more often, you know." She playfully prodded.
"Yeah, maybe..." Selena answered. "It would be kind of nice... Why don't you just go with her? You know, to visit her uncle? I mean, I'd miss you, sure, but..." Selena inquired further.
Arizona sighed. "I like her, okay... but..."
"She's just not the one you're going to marry?" Selena asked playfully.
Arizona looked at her with annoyance. "It's not like that. You should know it's not." She answered.
"No, I know... I didn't mean it like that." Selena replied, feeling a little betrayed that Arizona would think she had meant it like that.
"I know. Sorry. I shouldn't have said that..." Arizona answered.
Selena sighed. "It's okay... but I wasn't criticizing you. I guess... I guess I'm just trying to understand you more. That's all."
"And I get that." Arizona replied. "Sometimes I wish I understood me more too."
Selena laughed. "Not -that- I understand. And it's not like I'm exactly an open book or anything either. Guess that means we're a good match, huh?" She smiled to her friend as they arrived at the club's entrance. She looked up at the sign above the door. 'The Beach' it read in very tasteful metallic golden lettering. There was a long panoramic painting of a tropical beach at sunset just above the sign. Selena gave her name at the door; she and Arizona were members so they were let in without having to pay the cover charge.
The Beach was a very up-scale (and scandalously expensive) lesbian dance club/water park, and it was Arizona's favorite pickup spot by far--for obvious reasons. It was a theme club for sure. The temperature was tropical, the humidity perfect, there was a very impressive and scenic network of pools, the lights were sunny and bright, there was beach sand on the floor in a lot of places, tropical plants and trees, state of the art real-view screens on the walls giving the illusion to anyone who looked that they were looking out at the ocean, a high sealing full of skylights, cheerful Caribbean style music playing, and then of course there was the dress code...
Selena and Arizona proceeded to check their shoes and outerwear, stripping down to the bathing suits they wore underneath. That was the dress code, just like on a beach.
"I love this place." Arizona's eyes had gotten that hazy sort of dreamy look she sometimes got when surrounded by beautiful women... especially such scantly-clad ones.
Selena's eyes caught on a particularly sleek looking Asian woman with a certain type of sparkle in her eyes. "It certainly does have its charm." She had to agree. Besides, she loved the beach. And The Beach was very beach like, except with an obscene amount of the best modern convenience had to offer. "I'm going to go play in the water park, coming?" She asked Arizona as they walked through the club, the warm sand feeling very nice on her feet.
"Um, maybe later." Arizona smiled apologetically. A woman with long, raven hair had caught her eye apparently, and somehow, with a look, she'd enticed said woman to zero in on her and head her way.
"That's some trick." Selena spoke, shaking her head and smiling a little. "Have fun." She offered, leaving her roommate to fend for herself.
"You know I will." Arizona replied, heading over to meet her latest prospect.
Selena spared them a backward glance, then set her sights on the pools and headed over to get wet and have fun.
She wasn't expecting to actually meet anyone that would have her number or spark her curiosity enough for it to go anywhere, but she did enjoy all the constant flirting anyway. It did her mood (and her ego) no end of good.
And so it was that an hour or so later, she excused herself from one of the pools and a woman that she liked talking with, but who was obviously intent on getting her into bed later. Not necessarily a bad thing, of course, but Selena found, predictably, there was no real click there. And, unlike Arizona, she'd never been the type to be able to do the whole one-night stand thing. Like it or not, she was firmly the relationship type.
Besides, she'd had enough of the water for now and wanted to dry off, get a drink, and go dancing.
Dry and hydrated with one of those designer health drinks with the fanciful names (her body was a temple after all--she didn't do alcohol, it messed with her adrenaline highs), she headed over to the dance floor. A woman with blonde hair came up next to her and stepped in front of her. "Dance with me?" She asked in a soft voice that sent small shivers through Selena's body. The woman took one of her hands gently in hers, and Selena found her hand closing on that hand.
"...All right." She agreed with a warm smile, somehow instantly hooked--instantly intrigued.
She was led out onto the dance floor and found herself seamlessly shifted into this woman's arms and gazing into her eyes, just caught there, unable to look away. How was she doing that? And would she please not stop anytime soon? Selena somehow felt so warm, her body alive in a way that made her want more.
It was intense and heady, how she felt. The look in this woman's eyes was just doing things to her--things that made her practically want to purr like Isis did when she scratched her chin just so. "Who are you?" Selena asked softly, feeling just happy somehow. There was this undercurrent there too, like she felt when she was walking on a wire or something--exciting, but like she could fall if she wasn't careful.
"The woman you're dancing with, of course. Or, did you want my name? ...Don't you know?" She asked softly, moving in close and saying the last part at almost a whisper.
A shock of recognition went through her. She shivered, but somehow didn't tense up for a fight like logic told her she really should be doing. "...Hailey." She spoke the name softly. It wasn't a question. Those eyes? They were so much softer now, but still, how hadn't she known instantly?
"Hi kitty." Hailey smiled to her softly. "Or should I call you Selena instead? ...Personally, I like 'kitty'. Did you like the presents? They're all stolen, by the way." Hailey continued in that same damnably soft voice.
Selena couldn't help but smile at that. Why did she find this woman so charming? It was inexplicable, really. If anyone else had dared to just start calling her 'kitty' like this, she knew she definitely wouldn't find it that charming. When Hailey did it though, she actually found herself liking it. "How thoughtful." She bantered back. "But... You wouldn't be trying to buy my affections, would you?" She asked.
"And if I was?" Hailey asked back, a challenge in her eyes.
Selena studied her dance partner then. "You weren't, where you?" She replied, smiling. "What, was it meant to be my equivalent of a dead mouse on my doorstep?" She asked playfully.
"Something like that." Hailey smiled, a little shyly actually. Though Selena had the feeling that Hailey knew -exactly- what she was doing. "My, how perceptive you are. And... besides, trying to buy them wouldn't work anyway. I don't know you nearly as well as I think I'd like to... but even still, it's obvious what I have to do to get your affections."
"And what's that?" Selena asked softly as they continued to dance, having moved yet closer together, much to Selena's rather bemused enjoyment. This was -really- a bad idea. But, hell, it looked like she was going to do it anyway. What else was new? It's not like it was exactly out of character for her, after all. It was probably why she hadn't had much luck getting a relationship to last that long--she kept picking love interests that were just plain trouble.
"Why... steal them of course." Hailey whispered in her ear in a way that almost had Selena asking her back to her place on the spot.
"Mm, now who's perceptive?" Selena fairly purred as she moved to capture Hailey's lips in a kiss. She just couldn't seem to help herself. Hailey was pushing her happy buttons in just the right ways, and she really didn't want her to stop.
"Oh, I'm always perceptive... That's easy. It's just rare for me to find someone else who appreciates that about me in just the right way." Hailey answered. "You might find it hard to believe, but some women find me kind of annoying that way."
"And you think that I'm one of those someones who won't be annoyed, is that it?" Selena asked curiously.
"Well... You're not exactly keeping it a secret, now are you?" Hailey teased. "I mean... It's only our first dance, and you already want... what you want... Don't you?" She challenged softly.
Selena felt her eyes focus, felt her soul spark and flare, felt her skin anticipating a touch in that way she always felt when she had something she wanted in her sights. When she was sure it was going to be hers. She stopped dancing and moved in as close as close could be. "Yes." She spoke the simple word softly into Hailey's ear. And then she kissed her again, and she was positively reckless about it.
Hailey seemed a little surprised, but definitely was doing anything but resisting. Their bodies closed and pressed together, the pressure against her chest exhilarating, as their hands slowly quested and their tongues danced for a supremacy that Selena seemed to be winning. Hailey moaned a little and Selena was very acutely aware of her reactions, of the surrender she felt from her. That feeling thrilled her and made her want more. Made her want-- She broke the kiss. "This club rents rooms by the night. I'm buying?" She offered softly, her hands reinforcing the offer with seductive touches.
"...Consider me yours." Hailey replied softly, looking into her eyes in a sort of dreamy and completely love-struck sort of way. She was hooked and captivated, Selena could tell. Talk about an ego boost.
Selena smiled and kissed her again, kind of possessively actually. "That's a dangerous thing to say to someone like me."
Hailey smiled sort of bemusedly. "Likewise." She replied in a playfully sort of way.
"Yeah, I had gotten that impression... I kind of think I trust you anyway, though." Selena replied softly, taking Hailey's hand in hers and leading her off the dance floor, Hailey coming along very willingly. Everything logical about this told Selena she was being as stupid as could be. Everything illogical about it told her just the opposite though. When she looked at Hailey, all she could see, all she felt was 'don't be dense Selena, she so belongs in your bed right now'.
One check in, elevator ride, and hallway later, they were in a very nice suite that was theirs for the night. The sound system automatically activated when they came it, playing soft music with ocean sounds in the background. Selena pulled a blissful and ready looking Hailey towards the bedroom, took her bikini off, then promptly tossed her on the bed, took her own swimsuit off, and basically pounced on her.
Her lips claimed Hailey's demandingly, and she held her new lover down on the bed, caressing her forearms as she gentled her kiss and took her time thoroughly kissing her until her lungs started to protest the abuse. She was in no hurry, but her heart was bating fast in her chest, her head was buzzing with a haze of pure want, and the only thing driving her was that she had to have this woman. Had to know her, please her, possess her... love her...
She broke their kiss, reluctantly, nipping at Hailey's lips and looking into her eyes for a long moment that had her pulse speeding up even more. Somehow, Hailey's eyes just drew her, thrilled her... like jumping off a building high in the sky. Most people, she imagined, had never done that... at least not and lived to tell the tail. To her though, it was her idea of a good time--to her, it was joy and freedom. She'd never met another person who could give her a feeling like that, not really, but here it was, in the Harlequin's eyes. "Such a rush." She whispered in quiet wonder. "How can you be real?" She asked softly, her hands trailing up Hailey's arms to tangle in her hair, before she kissed her again.
They rolled over onto their sides and Hailey's hands were on her, softly caressing her skin in slow, sensual ways that had Selena in heaven already as she focused intensely on kissing her. She was finding she was just loving kissing this woman, and she was in no hurry to go further quite yet.
Next thing though, she found herself rolled over onto her back. She smiled between kisses and rolled Hailey over so she was on top again. "You're mine now, remember?" Selena whispered in her ear, nipping at it a little playfully before she moved on to trailing a series of kisses down her neck, down between her breasts, one of her hands already having cupped one of Hailey's breasts, finding their firm softness and heat amazing to touch.
"Yours..." Hailey spoke in a breathy gasp that had Selena thrilled, the body under her arching against her touch in such erotic ways.
Selena knew she was hooked just as much as her new lover seemed to be, there was no use denying it. She could hardly remember wanting anyone this much, and they'd just met. She couldn't help it, it just felt somehow like... Finally... someone who gets me. And when her mouth closed over one of Hailey's erect and ready nipples, it only seemed to confirm her instincts that much more.
---HAILEY---
Kitty's lips, her fingers, her oh so very talented tongue were doing just the best things to her breasts and Hailey very definitely didn't want it to stop. A smile came to her lips, a bright and joyful sort of smile that she couldn't remember smiling since Lisa... This really was it--she was starting to fall in love again.
'Oh heart of mine' She thought playfully 'You really are a sucker for good sucking, aren't you?'. Was she setting herself up for another heartbreak? Maybe... but then again, maybe not. Either way, the plain truth was, she'd been going quietly mad without this. Three failures at love, one after another--it was wearing on her, and she knew it. She hated failing at things, hated being bad at them, hated having to admit that to herself. But this was more than that. Without being in love, she knew, it would keep hurting so much worse than another heartbreak. She'd eventually loose herself, either this time or the next one. She'd spiral out. She'd kill people, she'd break things, break people, break whatever she could until someone broke her and then, maybe, she'd end it herself.
To be in love? To remember it with perfect, vivid detail--every touch, every intimacy, every heartwarming burn of feeling that made you want to cry... and then to live without it... It was the worst torture Hailey could imagine. And now... Now it might be over for her again. She might have found love again. She wasn't going to fail this time, she just wasn't... "Oh, kitty, yes... Yes, please..." Hailey gasped blissfully as kitty switched breasts and Hailey buried a hand in her long raven hair, wrapped the other around her shoulders, and held her to her to her. She wrapped her legs around kitty's waist next and just let herself relax in the sweet surrender. "Harder..."
Hailey gasped again in pleasure as kitty did as asked and sucked her harder. Her eyes fluttered closed and she just smiled and held her lover closer, feeling so warm inside in a way that finally made her truly happy to be alive again.
The heat was scorching her, and the want for release, for kitty to go lower, grew to where it felt like a drumbeat in her ears, and a fire between her legs. She didn't ask for release though, no, she happily endured it, savored it, knowing it would be all the more wonderful when her time finally came. There was a certain poetry, a certain clarity that came with being so completely turned on. Her mind was exploding between her ears, thoughts being driven from her in one way, but, in another way, her senses were sharpening, her focus becoming stark and feelings vivid like a rainbow on a spring day.
Time seemed to loose it's meaning, and before she knew it, kitty's kisses were trailing down her belly, down towards just where she needed her... Her pelvis was being lifted up off the bed, she felt kitty's breasts like a pillow for her ass, and, at the first barest touch of her kitty's tongue on her clit, she was gone for her--just -Boom-!
She cried out her release, long and soft, as sensation flooded her body in pounding, blissful waves of lustfully pretty feelings. Thought gone. Just feeling, and the warmth of knowing... She was going to make kitty hers--she was going to win her heart, and they'd be together forever. She'd make it happen, whatever she had to do--there just wasn't anything else for it.
But, as her orgasm ebbed, and she came back to awareness of the world around her a little more, she found herself laughing in delight! It seemed she wasn't the only one with intentions! Kitty was licking her folds, drinking her juices, and busily bringing her very close to another orgasm right after the last. Hailey hummed and moaned in complete pleasure. "Oh kitty, yes... Fuck me... just fuck me until I'm dead..." She spoke kind of blearily, her thoughts already abandoning her again.
All the concentration in her focused on the way kitty was using her tongue on her; every stroke, oh, and how she sucked off her clit, oh, that too... That too...
It all just sort of blurred into a long, long, blissful series of combustions. She felt so warm and loved inside; oh, but kitty had her number, didn't she? She was playing her like a violin, and making such beautiful, cheery, cheerful music.
She vaguely recognized it when kitty's lips claimed hers again, and talented fingers possessed her, both her dripping wet sex and one of her sensitized breasts. She felt kitty's grinding on her thigh too, but all she could think about was those fingers and kissing kitty back. The next vaguely coherent thought process she had was when she realized kitty's sex was laying next to hers, her scent attracting her like a magnet to taste her. Then her head was between kitty's legs, and her head felt like the ocean was roaring inside as she ate her out.
From there, they went at each other like starving women, desperate for each touch, every pleasure they could find in one another. And wow was there a lot of pleasure there to be had. It was almost like having Ivy or Lisa or Rose back. In one essentially important way, it felt just the same, and, of course, in other ways it was unmistakably different.
At one point, kitty was holding her down and looking into her eyes again, staring... intensely staring at her, like she couldn't look away. Kitty's eyes were... wild and bright--so much life, and not a trace of fear of her, just the beginnings of love, just desire, wanting--even unvarnished avarice. Those eyes felt like they were possessing her, owning her, demanding she lose herself... and just like that, Hailey felt something break inside her and she smiled, feeling so free. She laughed and surged up, rolling them over and pinning kitty down with vice-like grips powered by the meta-human strength Ivy's formula had given her. She couldn't talk, she just kissed kitty with everything she had in her to give. All the pain and yearning and madness and love she had to offer, she gave it--gave her everything.
---SELINA---
Hailey had changed--her arms were like solid iron, holding her down. She struggled against them a little at first in surprise, but soon realized she had no chance, and gave up. And then Hailey was kissing her, and escape was the very last thing on her mind.
Something was happening though, something she didn't understand. Hailey's eyes, they'd been mad, and dark like an abyss there for a moment. It should have scared her, she knew. It didn't though, it just excited her. She wanted this version of Hailey, just as much as she'd wanted the plaint, soft, eager lover version of her. It was such a heady feeling, a thrill that was doing such good things to her. It was better than theft! (and she usually couldn't honestly say that about the lovers she'd had in her life)
Hailey took her then, and then took her again and again and then they were at each other like before--if anything, even more desperately. Every instinct Selena had in her told her this was right though, that she'd found something with this woman. It... felt like home... It was... It was a feeling she couldn't remember ever having before.
As their night continued, they didn't stop making love longer than to catch their breaths a few times until her stamina just couldn't last any longer, and she felt thoroughly spent, and more completely sexed and sated than she'd ever dreamt she could be. She was panting, her skin glossy with sweat and burning with fever and she felt like she was going to faint soon. She was smiling though, looking with such fondness as she was sure she'd never felt before up into Hailey's eyes. Why did she feel this way? And how had this woman not even broken a sweat for that matter? It just wasn't fair.... That was when she passed out, feeling herself being cradled gently in her lover's arms. She felt safe and loved, and as she drifted off, she thought... I could get so used to this...
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