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Having only one sword meant she only had two options. Either fight at half of what she understood of how her character acted, or risk an opening by tossing away her sword and pulling out a second pair. Neither were great, but only one was particularly dangerous. And as the cold chilled her all over, and made her heavy breaths flutter away in front of her in the form of mist, she'd rather take her chances then leave an opening.

She couldn't help but feel thrown off by the way Chloe was fixated on her. Alkaid was keeping her eyes moving as much as could be, trying to act like a real fighter. But she was swinging like a moron. Hoping for a luck opening. Or a chance to slug her right in the face.

"I'll beat more than answers out of...ack!" The sweep took her right off her feet and onto her back. The thud lasting exactly as long as it took for her to roll back and onto her feet in a sloppy motion. Before dashing forward again. Swinging everything she had into a big downward cut, before twisting and trying to go for that punch she wanted so badly.

The cut missed wide, Chloe easily pulling out of the way of it while rime formed all along the edges of her two blades. She was grinning at Alkaid, blinking as the punch connected and connected hard. The blade master did pack a solid hook, and it sent her bounding back, right before she blew.

Her 'ice magic' wasn't instantaneous. She was no iceman, able to speedily form sheets. She could take already cold conditions and abuse them, form ice from water that was available to her, but there were limits to how much and how fast she could do, especially when she didn't have a fire hydrant or muddy alleyway to work with. But here and now? She was being given time, and probably a bit of sweat to work with.

So, as she bounded back to get distance for a second, she blew, trying to cover all of the sweat and the little droplets of water all over her face and clothes with the first freeze that would stiffen her garments up. "You're at your most beautiful like this, Chika, when you look like you want to kill me." And the way she said it, Chloe honestly felt like she probably did want to kill her. "Do you want to know how she died?"

There were no words to describe just how good it felt to finally land something. And for it to be that punch, of all things. That surge of sensation as flesh met buckling flesh and the way she was sent reeling backwards. The only disappointment being that she didn't sail backwards, like it was a truck that hit her. She knew her character model was physically strong, but she supposed she didn't know how strong. To realize it wasn't as strong as she hoped.

Well it barely took away from that moment. Hunched forward. Huffing, puffing, and smirking like an almost mad woman. And getting a face full of what seemed like water. Or something. She stiffened and shifted to the side and back, grunting as she felt something else happen. Well, barely felt. And unfortunately, not enough to do anything about it as she stood back up and glared Chloe down. Ready to strike again.

"Kill you?" It honestly hadn't occurred to her. She shook her head, unaware of just how much colder her clothes were getting. She could feel it, sure. But not how they were freezing. "Didn't you hear me, you crazed freak? I just want answers. You can't answer crap if you're dead!" However...even she felt a little unnerved when she prompted her with that. "Y-yes...not that I'll believe you!" A shoddy way to cover for what was, honestly, the most nervous and anxious she had been so far.

Chloe almost wanted to laugh. She had her for a split second holding still. It was perfect for letting the temperatures drop as far below freezing as she could manage, the water freezing there, any sweat she had starting to crystallize, especially in her clothes. Alkaid wasn't attacking for a second, and it was perfect.

She was starting to advance, albeit slowly. A hand reached up to brush the spittle from where she'd been cracked on her lip and she grinned at Alkaid in a knowing sort of way. "I watched as her head left her shoulders and toppled to the ground, her body broken, beaten and bloodied in one last fight to the death with her last living enemy. One last duel, they'd agreed. A fight to the death, to see who would win, if everything was fair. She almost won too."

And in her mind, she couldn't help but be amazed that Alkaid wasn't putting two and two together, wasn't wondering if she'd been the one who killed her.

She wasn't really a warrior. She didn't know about pressing her advantage. She didn't know about taking every chance she could, and she didn't know about how to fight against freaks of nature that could turn down the global thermostat to freezing. Alkaid didn't move from where she was, however. She kept one hand gripping her sword firmly. And her other hand ready to punch at and grab at anything.

Hearing her describe the whole thing made her feel even colder than the temperature did. So cold she wasn't even drawing a sweat anymore. It was...hard to hear. To take. She wanted to simply brush it off but...instead she clenched her teeth.

"Sounds like a fake. I wouldn't lose to anyone. Except cheaters..." Because those were ever the only three to beat her. A cheater who sucker punched her, and two who broke the rules to attack her in ways she couldn't defend. "How the hell do you know this anyways, huh?!"

Chloe's smile was positively venomous as she stood her ground a little more than a lunge away. She was getting a feel for just how far Alkaid could lunge in a pinch, now that her real powers were active again. She wanted just barely enough range. Alkaid didn't yet know how far the frost extended. The longer that they stood and talked, the more that she was drawing the moisture out of the air and coalescing it into the girl's clothing, aiming to freeze it as close to solid as she possibly could. It wouldn't freeze her in place like the hydrant would have, but the effect would hopefully have her both shivering and limit her ability to move.

She giggled, one finger reaching up towards her lip, pulling it down as she smiled. "I honestly can't believe you haven't figured it out yet, Chika. You were always so much smarter than this, even if you did hang out with a psychopath who wrecked both of our lives."

"I know because I was the one who killed you."

The thing was, she was definitely shuddering. Shivering. Freezing. But there was such a fixation on this. On what was happening right here and now. An explanation to a statement that had haunted her from the moment she had first said as much. She could feel her will to want to fight and chase her down actually starting to wither away. Something about Chloe was terrifying, the more she thought about it.

"Stop. Talking. Like you..." She had it set. Something she had said a dozen times before. Until Chloe said...that. That. It made sense, so much sense, but at the same time, it made her feel cold and frozen. Eyes wide, mouth falling open. There was no reason to believe it and yet...with everything they had talked about. Everything just being said and shared. HOW would she ever let someone in that...that...

"Bastard..." She breathed, before throwing her sword arm back and trying to launch forward. "DON'T YOU FUCK WITH ME!" She screamed as she lunged at her. A pathetic, muted thing, as the frozen clothing strained and restricted. Cracked and gave at points. She managed barely half what she could, stumbling and collapsing onto the ground as she realized.

Just what a fool she had been.

Chloe lunged forward almost as soon as she came, moving with speed that was unhindered. Her knee came up while a blade reached out to parry the weapon. Her strength, unlike Alkaid's, was not augmented. Turning aside attacks was as much about momentum as it was skill for her. But with speed, she could fake it a little. Her blade pushed it away at the edge and her knee savagely rammed up right at Alkaid's face.

She was on her, working to pin her down as quickly and effectively as she could. One hand was going for the arm with the sword, the other moving in with the blade to put it up against her throat. She wanted her down, freezing and with only the assassin's body heat for warmth for a moment. "You will always be my Chika, Chika Kuramoto. And I will always be her monster. We are what that woman made us."

And no. She didn't mean Atia.

Edited 2015-09-08 00:44 (UTC)

The blow was impossible to defend against, she was convinced. The only thing she was grateful for was that as bad as it had connected, the pain was far less than what she knew she should feel. And just like that, she was on her back. Groaning groggily. Feeling something colder than the freezing cold against her throat. A hand on her arm with the blade. Her head having bounced off the ground as they collapsed down onto it, her vision blurry for a moment. Before she realized a few things.

There was a knife at her throat. She was on her back and pinned. And Chloe...felt so warm. She had been freezing for a while but this was...almost blissful. It made that first breath all the weaker for it as she stared up at Chloe. Helpless.

"W-what...woman? I'm not your Chika or...I just want to be Alkaid..." She wasn't sure where her brain was going. But the knife at her neck brought out the most desperate in her.

"And you can be Alkaid," she whispered, leaning forward and affectionately brushing her lips against Chika's, but not quite fully taking a kiss. Her blade stayed right there, keeping her in place while her fingers tightened over the armed weapon and her body settled in against the red-head's. "For them. You can be Alkaid to them as long as you want. You have her body after all, but I know the truth. I killed Alkaid, and we buried our past. If you go back to being Alkaid, I'll just want to fight and fight until we're glutted and insane."

She shivered. "You're so beautiful, so powerful, so deadly. I love that in her, but it brings out the worst in me. You're Chika to me," she whispered softly. "And Larxene can't have you ever again. I'll kill her if she tries." No, she knew it would make no sense, but she didn't care. She was pressing down with that delicious warmth against the girl's body, her lips running down to flick a tongue against her throat.

With the heat there, she purred slowly. "I could take things from you, you know Chika. But I'm not going to. I just missed playing with you so much."

Her eyes widened as Chloe closed in on her, the warmth staggering even from the brief brush of their lips. The way Chloe settled against her, her warmth spreading across her body, and the sheer physicality of it, made Alkaid's cheeks red with a fluster she hadn't felt ever. Desperate for more, as she found herself feeling. The warmth after that cold...god, why did it feel good?

But listening to her made her shrink. Made her squirm. Not greatly, not at the risk of cutting her neck open. But plainly. There was a panic there, that didn't quite override that need for warmth. Like the cold, her warmth was...exquisite. It was a terrifying duality. Her lips parted a dozen times before she found words she could bring herself to actually say.

"W-why? Why are you so..." She didn't want to know. No, that wasn't it. She was afraid of the answer. Digging her heels into the ground, she shuddered against her and tried to breathe deep. It came out as a bit of a whine instead. "...eager for me, huh?"

How could something so wrong feel so good? She had her at knife point, she was threatening her life and touching her unduly. And yet she couldn't help but feel red faced and weak kneed over it all.

"I might be just a little in love with you," she whispered, her lips right up against Chika's ear. She started to pull at the one arm, to push it up and more over her head. Her body splayed out on top of her more and more, pressing firmly against her and knowing that her heat was helping avoid serious harm now while the blade kept Alkaid compliant. Her cloak rested around their bodies. "What Larxene tried to make us into... I'm still broken, ruined a little, but you're still you. You before I hurt you, before she tried to break you."

She grinned. A little blow and she leaned in to whisper right into Alkaid's ear. "I know things about your body you can't even imagine. Say yes, and I will make you feel things none of them can ever do. Say no, and the offer will always be on the table. I know your body like the back of my hand."

It was so...easy for her it seemed. To just say things and move her around like a damned puppet. Smothering her chilled body with a body so warm that it was almost poison. Her arm was positioned over her head, fingers slowly relaxing on the grip of her sword. Eyes panicking, twitching as she listened to her talk, talk in a way that she could feel every motion of her lips against her ear.

And then came an offer that should have been such an obvious answer. She had so many questions about what she just said. Who the hell was Larxene? Why was she in love with her? Things she was struggling with. Staggering with.

She drew a leg back, dragging her heel along the ground. Breathing deeply, and breathing out heavily. "How the hell...do you know something even I don't yet!?" The fact that she was even abandoning the precedent that this was her natural self was one thing. But what was more was...a strange kind of desire. Part of her wondered if it was the chip. But the rest of her knew well.

She wanted to know what Chloe knew. About this her that she didn't know. About this life they led. And about what she knew about her body. That she might feel that none could ever make her felt.

One leg shifted, moving between Alkaid's as her leg kicked feebly at the ground. Sliding between them as the girl moved, she ground her thigh up against her hip. She pressed it in close, adding pressure with the blade to barely knick the skin. Her lips grazed the earlobe, teeth running up the cartilage of her ear to whisper in sultry, knowing sort of tone.

"For one, I've fought you enough, I know how much you're an adrenaline junkie. You get off on the fights, on being Alkaid. You have Chika's mind, her heart, her soul, but tell me that chasing me wasn't exhilirating," she breathed. "And part of you craves this, the feeling of beating... or being beaten. Claimed."

She nipped. "And I know because we've had sex so many times. It was that, or die."

There was a hitch in her breath as she felt that blade all the more at her throat. Her hand without the blade gripping at the ground. And it only get worse as Chloe continued to worm her way into her mind. To feel that body, that warmth against her all over, in places that she couldn't even have imagined needing that warmth before now. Her next breath was as heavy as they ever were.

"...that's not..." She wanted to quip, but the nip made her jerk, slightly as she remembered the knife, and squeak. Chloe's boldness was most definitely not a thing of her mind. Nor was the way it...seemed to appeal to her. It was alarming to say the least. Sure, she could rationally say that this was just Chloe imposing her own ideals onto her using something like cold and warmth to ingrain them into her.

But she wasn't that swift, nor was she awarded the time to think as much.

"I've never had...before..." Another tip towards the offer. Why...wouldn't someone that claimed to know her be a good pick for her first time? Especially if it was inevitable. Provided it truly was.

Her thigh ground, pressuring against Alkaid's crotch, prying at her legs while she looked to the side. Ice slowly formed around the one free wrist. As it gripped the asphalt, the binding formed gradually, denying her any hope of easy escape. She closed her eyes, leaning up and hovering with her lips right over the girl's, the older woman, smiling. "I was so much younger then. Your age. You look like you did the day I met you," she whispered. "I must look like such a creepy old woman, preying on your body."

She giggled. "And of course I know it's your first time. Good little Chika would never dream of thinking of something that wasn't her future or schoolwork, and Alkaid was too busy to think of it herself," she added, her lips inching down. "You can wait, for the scientists to force you to do this. I'll back off. I'll run away and you can beat your answers another day."

"Or you can say yes..." another grind. "Kiss me, and I'll show you want they can't."

It was the first thing that really made her have to fight to stay still. A pressure she hadn't counted on, eyes widening as it did. Something sharp, unexpected spilling from her mouth as it did. And yet at the same time, as she struggled to keep breath and thoughts straight, it was almost like Chloe was telling her every reason why not to. And then gave her every reason to right after it. It was frustrating. It was aggravating. It made her want to shut her up. To get her to stop just running her mouth. And she knew there was two ways to do it.

With that next grind, she whimpered quietly, before closing her eyes and tightening her hands into little fists again.

"F...hmmm." She breathed one last time, before giving a quiet little noise and trying to tip her lips up and meet Chloe's. She was right...as insufferable as that was. Or maybe she was full of shit and lying about this island inside and out. All she knew is, she didn't want to become that person she had her way with. The one she had shown her. She'd rather...give it away. And not have it taken from her.

Chloe's lips parted again and she leaned in just to the point where it would be only the slightest of motion to kiss her. The blade pulled back an inch, its chill still felt even though it wasn't against the skin. She giggled softly. "So, what's it going to be Chika? Your first time offered to me? Or I let you go, and you keep wondering what could have happened?"

The fact that she just was not willing to make it easy was almost enough to make her want to pull back. But there was too much on her mind and pressed to her to retreat. Besides...Alkaid wouldn't retreat. "Shut up already..." She groaned, before going through with it. Lifting her head just enough and pressing her lips to Chloe's. She couldn't possible know if there were worse ways or not to cast away her first times. But at least this was was...

She'd have to think of some justification for it later. Yeah.

The knife turned with a flick. She raised it up and then jabbed it hard into a crack in the asphalt right next to Alkaid's other ear. Her hand reached down and broke the ice shackle before grabbing for her wrist to try and pull it up with the other over her head. Her lips pulled hungrily, desperately against the girl's, hauling on them, nipping and tilting her head.

Her free hand, as soon as it could, was running down the length of Alkaid's limb to the shoulder while her thigh ground even more heatedly. No more words. She was tired of talking. She'd officially forgotten how good Alkaid's lips tasted and she couldn't be fucked to keep the cold up, to do anything but want more of that taste.

She flinched hard when she heard that knife slam into the ground right beside her, twitching hard and shifting underneath Chloe. Hand found it's way up with her other, pinned down by the other woman's hands. And everything she thought she ever knew about kissing began to get crushed and destroyed. As her eyes fluttered open wide once more, and she found herself shift, whimpering, and trying just to match her.

There was a thought, as she felt that hand along her body, as she felt that thigh grind against her like that. Making her squeak, making her shift. This seemed so intense...why was it so intense? Was she going to regret this or...was she going to regret not understanding first?

Regardless, she did the only thing she could think to do. Sought out the warmth. And kiss back.

With one hand occupied, Chloe was busy using her other hand thoroughly to feel over Alkaid's body. It ran down her arm, nails digging in and running over her skin until she reached her top and started to roughly pull it open. Her lips pulled hungrily even as her fingers reached in and pressed to the girl's breast, squeezing it and fondling over the softness there while her face turned, aiming to tilt her neck back. God she wished she could reach for handcuffs. She wanted them so badly right then, but her hands were so busy, her leg grinding. Still, there was something to the tactile effort of holding her there with her own hand.

Their first time in Amat hadn't been Alkaid's first, not really, but this time... she wanted her to remember every minute of it. All of it as her tongue sought entrance, her fingers tightened over the warrior's wrists and she groaned into the kiss.

She had the vaguest of ideas what to expect, from what little homosexual blurbs or pictures she had run into online. They were never her usual fare, and she rarely lingered on them or learned more. Then again, she was only slightly more informed when it came to the heterosexual stuff. She was under-prepared at best no matter how anyone, most of all her, looked at it.

And Chloe seemed to be gorging herself on that.

It took little for her top to come open, the tie on the front now a real piece of her clothing and precious little from preventing her large breasts spilling out into the open. The way the other woman was groping her made her twist and whine, and her hands ball up into white little things. Only every action left her rubbing more against that thigh, and squeaking more and more. Her body was this sensitive little thing all over, feelings like this alien and new to her code turned flesh.

Especially her breasts, she was finding.

Eyes fluttered open as lips parted and mouth was invaded by the other's tongue. The intensity of the kiss well beyond anything she'd even imagined. A little moan escaping into the other's mouth, as she found her first kiss taken in its entirety by a madwoman that seemingly killed her once. If she believed her.

Whether she believe her or not, that madwoman was taking everything that she could get out of Alkaid in that moment without even a speck of modesty. They were in the open. People could see what was going on under the cloak, and she didn't seem to care. If anything, the only action she took right then besides groping Alkaid was to reach back and unhook the cloak to let it fall to the side. While the warmth in the air was returning, she was making sure that the girl's first time was visible to anyone walking along.

Her tongue ravaged all along its partner while her fingers resumed their kneading, teasing ways. They pinched and prodded, palm pressing to soft flesh and thumb and forefinger squeezing her nipple, the nails barely digging into the sensitive skin. Whenever Alkaid seemed to push back, Chloe pressed forward more.

Finally, she'd relax a little on the groping, the hand releasing a breast only to reach down to a little hip pouch at her side. If Alkaid looked, she'd see the hilt of knife after knife after knife, all along her arms, strapped up in bandoliers to her back. there was an unzipping sound, and she produced a pair of handcuffs. Where Alkaid had fallen, there was a broken down old pole for the chain-link fence very close. She broke the kiss to smile at her, saliva trailing as she rain the link up towards the girl's wrists. "Just remember the word 'no,'" she breathed. "I will stop if you ask, I promise."

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