Lisa has spent the last several weeks lowkey trying to convince her girlfriend of one absolute truth.
And it is true! She knows it in her bones. She has never been more right about something, which is impressive considering her power.
“Honey. I am willing to bet any amount on this. Here is a signed cheque for seven-hundred thousand dollars of Coil’s money.”
Taylor eyed the piece of paper like it was a particularly offensive prop. Lisa was offended. It was perfectly legitimate.
Will not ever believe that’s a legitimate cheque, thinks Lisa Wilbourn is ridiculous, thinks Lisa Wilborn is wrong
Lisa’s eyebrow twitched.
“Look, it might be true for you.” Taylor acknowledged grudgingly. “But even then I’m skeptical. They’re not that dumb or that horny.”
“It’s not about being stupid or horny.” Lisa argued, pushing Taylor down a bit on the bed and hovering over her just to watch her eyes widen. “It’s a fact of life. It’s– bet me something. Bet me literally anything.”
Taylor went cross-eyed to stare at her freckles, breath stuttering.
“You’ve got me confused for Alec.” Taylor finally muttered, looking away with a bit of a flush. “I know better than to bet against you.”
“Awww, I’m flattered.” Lisa teased, leaning forward and letting the curtain of her loose hair surround them. “Hmm, I can see how you two are confused for each other.”
“Are you about to hurt my self-esteem?” Taylor huffed out a little air from her nose, fighting a smile. “I’ve got a rule that you only get to be mean to me in bed.”
Her hands came up to hesitantly cup Lisa’s hips.
“Why, look at that.” Lisa made a show of turning her head left, then right, eyes wide. “We are in bed! Guess I can be as mean as I like.”
“In bed, naked, and up to something.” Taylor corrected, smiling now. Lisa leaned closer, their noses brushing.
“I wouldn’t hurt your self-esteem.” Lisa denied, voice a sweet murmur between them. Although it was her favorite combat style, she never turned that biting aspect of her power against anyone she was dating.
“But you compare me to Alec? No way that ends well for me.”
“Hey, he’s not that bad.” Lisa protested, giggling. “Don’t insult my boyfriend.”
A playful rebuke to Taylor’s shoulder, something like a shove.
“He’s my boyfriend too.” Then Taylor frowned. “No, I meant– I don’t come off favorable in the comparison.”
Lisa’s brow furrowed.
Thinks she is plain-looking, thinks she is unattractive, thinks Lisa Wilbourn would be foolish to prefer Taylor Hebert over Alec Merceau in appearance, personality or any other metric
“Don’t be mean to my girlfriend, either.” Lisa pinched her. Then she got the irritation under control and smiled.
Taylor immediately stared at her mouth. Lisa, leaning over her and hair unbound. Freckles, very close. Pink lips wide, green eyes sparkling.
“You’re both so pretty,” Lisa said, deliberately leaning close, the words almost a caress. Taylor’s mouth parted, eyes half-lidded, relaxing into a kiss that didn’t quite come.
“Both funny, loyal, sweet.” She drew her fingers down Taylor’s neck and shoulder.
“Nn?” Taylor’s next exhale was shaky.
“You even look alike.” Lisa continued, smiling wider. “Dark, curly hair. Pale. Sharp cheekbones, softly angled jaw.”
“Flat-chested.” Taylor muttered, cutting off the praise. “Also, if you keep going like that he’s going to spawn in.”
“Alec is not capable of teleporting in just because someone starts complimenting him.” Lisa paused for a moment. “Much as he wishes he could.”
“I feel the strangest urge to say you underestimate my power.” Taylor hummed to herself. “It’s probably not him; if he could hear us, he’d make me really say it.”
“He doesn’t use his power that casually.” Lisa giggled. “Okay, maybe he might, but you know the signal.”
If Alec possessed any of them for non-emergency reasons– something he’d had to be carefully coaxed into considering in the first place– he always left the left hand free. Tapping two fingers together constituted a nonverbal safe word.
It was still something he rarely indulged in, even with Lisa reminding him about how poor an idea it was to underuse any aspect of a parahuman power. They wanted to be used.
“Mm.” Taylor agreed. She’d been the most leery of being Mastered at first but had come a long way since then. “I’m going to text him that you called him funny, smart and loyal.”
“And pretty.” Lisa brushed Taylor’s hair back, still smiling teasingly. “Don’t forget how pretty you two are. Especially together.”
Taylor’s cheeks flared pink.
“Lisa.” She complained.
“Mm, I could watch you two kiss for hours.” Lisa bit her lip and Taylor half-rose off the bed in an unconscious attempt to meet her mouth.
“If you think Alec wouldn’t be happy to see you shirtless at any given time, you’ve lost your mind.” Lisa insisted, a familiar refrain.
“Alec likes seeing anybody shirtless.”
“No, he likes seeing us shirtless. He barely even has aesthetic appreciation for strangers.”
“My chest is nothing special, Lisa.” Taylor’s brow furrowed, hands dropping from the blonde’s hips to the bed. “I don’t have ‘anything’ to show.”
“You’re asking for it.” Lisa warned. “That’s like a challenge to show how much we appreciate your chest.”
Taylor frowned harder.
“It’s wishful thinking. If you haven’t talked to him already, Alec wouldn’t drop everything to stare at me shirtless. If he does, you probably told him to.”
Lisa cupped her face. Made direct eye contact.
“Taylor. I have never been so certain of anything. I am experiencing genuine faith in another human being. I know who Alec is as a person. If you show him topless girlfriend, he will prioritize correctly.”
“Ap-ap-ap!” Lisa put her finger over Taylor’s lips. “Listen to me. Yes, even if he’s busy. Yes, even if there’s serious stuff going on. You could even do it in the middle of a fight and I trust him to react accordingly.”
“Out of pity, maybe.” Taylor’s lips squished into Lisa’s finger. She reached up to pull the digit away.
“You seem very certain.” The blonde gave in and kissed her, slow and lazy. “Why don’t you bet with me, then? If there’s no chance I’m right.”
Taylor squinted at her, bleary from girl-kisses and the weight on top of her.
“Fine. I bet he just treats it like normal because it is.”
“I bet he stops whatever he’s doing.” Lisa kissed her again. “Mind you, this doesn’t have to be Alec. But Brian would burst into flames if you flashed him.”
Taylor giggled a little, caught off guard.
“Alec, then.” Lisa decided. “Alright, let’s go see.”
She rolled off Taylor onto the unoccupied side of the mattress.
“What?” Taylor demanded. “Wait, Lisa– not right now.”
“Sure right now!” The blonde grinned, foxlike. “If you’re worried I’ll cheat and ‘coach’ him beforehand, there’s no time like the present.”
“You could have set this up in advance.” Taylor said, sitting up slowly. “I can think of a few ways.”
Lisa blew a lock of hair out of her face, hand on her hip.
“At a certain point, you’ve got to trust me.”
Taylor’s eyes softened.
“Okay. I accept you won’t cheat on the bet. But, I do still think you’re wrong. Or… biased, whatever. Something. You just want it badly enough, you’re imagining things.”
“You’re offending me more with every word out of your mouth, just so you know.” Lisa said idly. She walked to her bedroom door and threw it open, holding it for Taylor with an elaborate half bow.
“Now who’s like Alec…” Taylor teased as she walked by.
“He doesn’t have a monopoly on pageantry.” Lisa informed her haughtily.
Alec was in fact in the living room. His game system was set up in there with the big-ass TV. As they entered the room, his eyes flicked briefly over, offering a distracted half-smile, and went back to killing army men of some sort.
Taylor almost turned around and walked away when she noticed Amy on the other side of the sectional. In fact, she tried to, but Lisa was ready, grabbing her by the shoulders and steering her back around.
Taylor was frog-marched back to her original position.
“Amy– good, he can’t hear us, we have a few seconds– scale of one-to-ten, how uncomfortable are you with ‘and suddenly, breasts!’? Oh, huh, about a 1. Nice.”
“What?” Amy demanded, lowering her phone.
Alec reached a good lull between strikes and rose one half of his headset, resting it above his ear.
“Wha’s goin on?” He asked, attention still on the screen. “New job?”
“Nah, nothing urgent.” Lisa was enjoying herself.
“Alright, keep your secrets.” Alec put the headset back on properly.
Taylor snorted.
“It’s Pippin that says that in the book,” She explained, fidgeting nervously with the hem of her shirt. Amy made a sound of understanding. Lisa was still lost.
Her irritation was temporary, the cheating cheater’s expression clearing up a moment later.
“Lord of the Rings.” She said triumphantly and Amy snorted.
“Imagine needing powers to figure out basic memes.” The biokinetic made a face, tone derogatory.
“Lisa, I can’t do this.” Taylor found herself saying. Even the thought had her face red, though that might have been left over from the kissing earlier.
“C’mon, sure you can. He’s seen it before and none of us wear bras around the loft, it’ll be easy.”
Amy’s eyes narrowed in on them, phone forgotten.
“Wait, what the fuck are you two talking about?” She asked, suddenly much more interested. And deeply suspicious.
“We made a bet.” Lisa explained with an errant wave. “Taylor, honey, reach deep and draw on some of that terrifying Skitter confidence. I believe in you.”
Lisa made a little heart with her hands, encouraging.
This was stupid. She was wrong, anyway. It was stupid and it was going to be embarrassing, when it didn’t work, and Amy was going to mock her for it.
… On the plus side, it wouldn’t be too terrible.
Alec wouldn’t be opposed or grossed out, probably just make a joke– maybe even an appreciative joke– and Amy needed to mock people at least a few times an hour.
It was enrichment for her, and without it she’d wither away. Like a cat, understimulated and bored without a catnip mouse or scratch post.
Taylor looked at the ceiling. At her girlfriend. Back at the ceiling. She absolutely could not do it while looking at Alec, but would looking away send the wrong message?
She didn’t want it to be a joke or anything, either, and… she bit her lip.
“You’re overthinking this.” Lisa said quietly, tapping Taylor’s thigh. She then meandered over to Alec’s side and sat next to him, folding her legs under her.
Alec’s hand left one side of his controller for just a quick second, hand on her thigh, thumb brushing her knee. A little pat of acknowledgement though his eyes didn’t leave his– a quick check– melee jungle combat.
“Go ahead.” Lisa mouthed, looking downright comfortable. Amy looked back and forth between them, before settling her eyes on Taylor when Lisa did– expectant.
“Ugh, fine. This is stupid. It’s not going to go how you think it will.”
“Never doubt the Thinker, love.” Lisa wiggled her fingers over, in a cheeky half-wave.
Taylor took a deep breath, braced her hands, and yanked her shirt up in one move. Anything less and she’d lose courage.
“Hey,” Lisa said, to the boy next to her, touching his chin and nudging it.
Alec made a little frustrated sound, trying to shrug minutely away but Lisa was persistent, so he eventually looked over. Taylor felt it as if in slow motion.
Fuck, fuck, this was a horrible plan, the air was cold, she felt so stupid and gawky and–
Alec blinked and then went slack-jawed. His mouth didn’t do something as gouache as fall open completely but there was definitely a parting of his very soft lips.
Of course he was looking, he was surprised. It wasn’t anything else. Just– completely caught off guard and not sure how to respond.
It took every bit of willpower not to jerk her shirt down and run, perhaps never stop, to at least cover herself and hide. A faint tremor went through her whole body.
Alec was totally staring at her tits.
After a solid thirty seconds, Lisa reached for the TV remote and turned it off, vanishing the semi-distracting lights flashing from over there. She pulled Alec’s headset off and he, surprisingly, tossed the controller to Amy’s couch without looking away from her.
Say something, Taylor wanted to scream, but her mouth was completely dry. Eyes wide with something not unakin to panic. She couldn’t believe she was doing this.
It was a horrible idea. A stupid thing she let Lisa talk her into. She already regretted it so, so much.
Everybody in the room was staring at her. It felt like ants crawling on her skin, but of course there were none; she’d know.
“Fuck.” Amy said, the only one whose eyes were wide like Taylor’s. Lisa was just smug and Alec was… Taylor couldn’t examine his expression that closely, every time she glanced at him her face caught fire and she had to look away.
“I know, right?” Lisa practically purred.
“Holy shit. When you said, ‘suddenly, breasts!’ you really meant… I hate you so much.” Although the words were to Lisa, she didn’t look at the Thinker. Only stared, open-mouthed.
Alec moved, catching her eye. Taylor tried to take in his expression again, clocked the distractedly low angle of his gaze, and immediately went back to the ceiling. Then Lisa. Lisa was staring unabashed.
When she looked out of the corner of her eye, Alec was leaning back half on the couch, half on Lisa. Eased himself back and was just looking, casually.
“If I wasn’t here you’d put your hands behind his head and recline.” Lisa snorted. “Like a hammock. Watching the sunset.”
“I sure fucking would.” Alec said, slow and lazy. “What a fuckin’ view.”
Taylor’s arms shook. The hem of her shirt rubbed between her thumb and crook of her forefingers, up by her chin.
Lisa wrapped her arms around Alec, accepting his weight, and pressed her face over his shoulder, watching. The temptation of both of them together was too much; Taylor caved and let her eyes settle on her datemates.
Alec gave a lopsided grin and her breath stuttered. God, fuck, he was so pretty. Lisa was gorgeous next to him, half-behind him, green eyes and freckles.
The picture they made together should be illegal. Taylor was the one on display here and yet they were the show, unfairly beautiful.
“Not that I’m complaining, but…” Alec began, worrying his lip absently as his half-lidded gaze stayed firmly below her neck. “Actually, no, nevermind, I’m not questioning this. Very nice, Taylor.”
“You don’t want to know what prompted this?” Lisa asked, leadingly. Pointedly, but the tone aimed at Taylor, not Alec.
“Mm-mm.” He denied, voice amused. “I don’t need to know.”
“Simply be grateful?” Lisa said.
“L–Lis.” Taylor’s attempted chastisement stuttered out too weakly.
“What, your girlfriend whips her tits out and you’re just going to go ‘oh, nice’ with no questions?” Amy demanded, tone incredulous.
“Okay first of all, peanut gallery, go ask Mr. McRichfuck what he does when your sister pops the glory girls out into the open.” Alec drawled, not sparing her one iota of visual attention.
Amy made a noise of inarticulate rage while Lisa snorted.
“Second of all, yes, that’s exactly what I’m going to do, as would any red-blooded American–”
Lisa pinched him and he broke off, snickering.
“– lawful American immigrant–”
Another pinch.
“– god, woman, fine, as any maple-blooded, illegal Canuck immigrant with papers that say I’m totally an American, damn, Lisa, stop!”
“Excellent use of ‘no, stop or don’t’.” Lisa kissed him, which he absently turned into without looking away from Taylor.
“Do I get a gold star?” Blue eyes glittered a little.
“We could put a reward chart on the fridge.” Lisa’s amusement shined through as she tucked her chin over his shoulder, also staring unabashedly at Taylor’s naked chest.
“Gold star every time I wuss out– please do not pinch me again, I don’t like it, are you happy?”
“Very.” Lisa praised.
“Gold star for every time I ‘talk about my feelings’.” He made sarcastic air quotes.
“Try again.”
“Well, it’s not quite safe-wording out, but similar. I guess. Using consent? That makes it seem like I do nonconsensual stuff with you.” He frowned.
“Gold star when you tell us you don’t like something.” Lisa simplified. “You did so good.”
“Um.” Amy said, giving them a weird glance. “Is that an issue?”
“You’d be surprised.” Alec said loftily. Normally he might be bothered by the question or by revealing something private like that and yet he was still lounging back against Lisa looking perfectly content in her arms, even as he made idle chit chat.
Taylor was now cold, a bit frustrated, and her arms were tired of holding her shirt up.
She finally gave up, shifting her grip and pulling the whole thing off until she stood shirtless in the center of the room. The cotton was heavy in her hand.
Alec cut off mid-sentence, staring harder. Amy’s rebuttal died in her throat.
“Is that it?” She found herself asking. Lisa wasn’t wrong, Alec and even Amy stopped what they were doing to appreciate the sudden gift of shirtless Taylor, were they really just going to stare until she put them away?
“Well, you could rock on your feet a little.” Alec suggested, leering openly. “Give them a little… bounce.”
He was looking at her like she was an entire snack and Taylor blushed anew.
She fought the urge to cover her chest with her arms.
Instead, she threw the discarded shirt at him, which he caught laughing. It covered his face briefly and he emerged from it easily enough, guffaws muffled by the fabric.
“Shut up, you know there’s nothing to bounce.” Taylor sat down on the opposite leg of the sectional, a safe distance away. She crossed her arms– not covering anything, but not comfortable either.
“So if I stripped right now and Lisa played with my tits, that little bit of jiggle wouldn’t be hot as fuck?” One black eyebrow rose. Taylor stared, imagining it.
Lisa, consummate devil, obligingly stroked her hands over Alec’s shirt, over his chest, which he pressed his pecs into. His back arched a little into it.
God.
“Brian has big bara titties but I don’t, super flat over here, and you’re bigger than me. So if mine are exciting, yours are exciting. More so because they’re on such a pretty girl.”
Alec sounded satisfied and smug even as Taylor’s embarrassment rose for the compliments.
“So,” Lisa said, a touch breathless. “You should try it.”
Taylor was still staring at her hands, molesting Alec’s chest.
“Hm?”
“Tresor.” Alec’s voice was a dark coil, luring her in. “Bounce, a little.”
Her breath caught and she leaned back, slowly uncrossing her arms. She didn’t know what to do with them.
“At your sides.” Lisa spotted the problem at once, voice gentle with the solution. “Push your chest some. There you go.”
A low, liquid heat squirmed through her. Taylor’s breasts tingled with the cold air and the eyes on her. Or maybe it was her nipples, hard and pebbled with sensation?
She braced herself in the seat, held onto her thighs, and rolled her shoulders in a shrug.
There was… a surprisingly noticeable amount of bouncing. Her mouth dropped open, not out of surprise but to breathe, which was suddenly hard.
She bounced them again. And again. Trying to see how long each jerk would keep them moving.
A groan pulled her attention, and she was surprised to see she couldn’t figure out who it came from. All three of the others were staring enraptured.
“Taylor definitely gets a gold star for that.” Alec said huskily. “Very nice.”
If it’s so nice, why were they still way over there? She didn’t expect to be, well, ravished like in a romance novel, but surely if they really liked it they’d be…
Well ‘overcome with lust’ seemed stupid now that she thought it, but something! Compelled to touch, at the very least.
“Ooh, our lovebug is feeling kinda lonely over there.” Lisa spoke directly into Alec’s ear, kissing the lobe, making him shiver.
“Are you– are you about to fuck?” Amy squeaked. “Like, for real?”
“Maybe.” Lisa said airly. “Who’s to say? So far we’ve only gotten permission to watch.”
“Yeah.” Alec’s voice was lower, scratchy. “And while I’d love to watch, maybe while doing some other things, perhaps our petite trésor wants more?”
Taylor bit her lip.
“We don’t want to be greedy.” Alec continued, a blatant lie. “If Taylor just wants to show us her pretty tits and that’s all, well… I could live with that. You, Lis?”
“Mm, I might help you out with your appreciation from afar but… yeah. A show this nice? It’s good enough all on its own.”
Her hand wandered down, trailing tantalizingly up the inside seam of Alec’s sweatpants.
“You don’t think my own right hand is sufficient, ma minou?” Alec teased, nuzzling into her. “Besides, you’ll need your clever fingers to keep yourself occupied while we enjoy the show.”
“Your fat ass is in the way. Squishing me.” Lisa accused, voice wry enough to shock startled laughter out of him.
“Well, maybe our bien-Aimee can give you something to take advantage of the situation, hmm?” Alec snickered, but when he continued his voice was sexy as hell. “A fat cock for the occassion and you can fuck me hard while I watch Taylor bounce for us.”
Lisa’s exhale caught heavily, somewhere between a gasp and a small moan.
“Jesus.” The blonde said, cheeks red. “A strap isn’t enough for you, you’re going straight to biotinkering?”
“Oh my god, y’all’re really gonna have sex.” Amy muttered, voice high and tight. “You want me to give Lisa a dick. For sex.”
“The thought had occurred.” Alec drawled. “What, you’re trying to tell me watching our gorgeous fucking girlfriend do that doesn’t have your clit hard over there?”
Amy hissed, red-faced.
“Your girlfriend.” She said.
“Yes, obviously. Ohh.” He moaned as Lisa’s nimble fingers finally brushed over his cock, breaking off to close his eyes for the first time. “I used ours as in ‘mine and Lisa’s girlfriend’. Why, do you want to put in an application?”
“You’re joking.” Amy looked away, saw Taylor, and finally jerked her eyes down to her lap. “… Do you actually have sex in here just, like, randomly?”
“You don’t want to know what this couch has seen.” Alec laughed, gasping at various points as Lisa’s teasing grew bolder. “Or, hell, maybe you do. I don’t know what you’re into.”
“Jesus, you need to put a sock on my door or text me or something. I don’t want to walk in on that.”
“Unless you do.” Lisa countered immediately, smug grin fixed firmly in place. “You’re not exactly running away right now.”
“You–!” Amy stood up, angry enough to stomp her foot.
Lisa just smiled at her from her position on the couch fondling Alec, and Amy was abruptly on her feet in the middle of a bunch of foreplay.
It was a bit premature, though, it wasn’t like they’d actually decided to have sex.
“Do you… want to?” Taylor asked Alec. “We don’t have to do anything, I can put my shirt back on.”
“You’re killing me.” Alec groaned. “I’m so fucking– putain de bordel de merde, Taylor, please come over here and let me kiss you.”
She was already moving. A second’s thought confirmed that the easiest way to join was to press up against Alec’s front so she climbed across the couch between his legs, making a shivering Alec sandwich.
“My– on the mouth?” She checked, dipping down to kiss the corner of his lips.
He caught her face, guiding her into it easily.
“That too.” He said. Then his hands slid down to catch her hips instead, pulling her more steadily onto his lap. “This alright?”
“Yeah.” Taylor gasped, and Alec wasted exactly zero time in burying his face in her meagre chest.
“Princess, put up or shut up.” Lisa told the bystander, and a snarl was the only warning they got before Amy snatched the blonde’s hand and climbed onto the couch next to them. It was getting to be a tight fit.
Alec didn’t care.
“Wait, are you really going to–” Lisa started, grinning as things started tingling.
“Why, you scared?” Amy was unimpressed. “I’ll put it back later, you big baby. Ask your boyfriend how big he wants it.”
Alec groaned into Taylor’s barely-existing cleavage. Taking a deep breath, Taylor… put her hands on either side of her breasts, pressing them together to kind of give the effect.
He moaned hotly and started mouthing between them.
“Yeah, we’re on our own here. Give me something on the smaller side and fix it on the fly if he’s gonna be a size queen about it.” Lisa’s cheeks went pink. “I can’t believe I’m saying this.”
The idea of Lisa with a cock was startling and dirty to Taylor. She’d never even imagined it. Once, when Alec implied something, the mental image of Lisa with black straps criss-crossing her thighs and a cute purple dildo at the base had nearly knocked Taylor out, but that was far removed from recreational bottom surgery via Panacea.
She bit her lip just thinking about it. Maybe after Alec was done, they wouldn’t be so hasty to put it back…?
Lisa picked the thought right out of her head, biting her lip.
“Taylor wants me to fuck her, too.” The blonde confided to their pet hero as she worked. “I bet you’d like to watch that. My tits and her tits all sloppy with sweat, flush together while I make her feel so damn good.”
Between them Alec shivered and sucked a deliciously painful love bite into the side of her left breast.
“Lis, you’re in fine form tonight.” He pulled back to say, dragging a hand up to join his mouth’s crimes. Taylor still held her breasts together and he took full advantage, petting and stroking and even going so far as to tweak a nipple.
Neither of them expected Taylor’s back to arch for it, pressing eagerly into his touch with a cry.
“Jesus.” Alec said, appreciative. He wet his lips. “Sensitive, love?”
Mutely, she nodded, cheeks on fire.
“You want our girlfriend to fuck you?” He asked, almost idly tugging at her sensitive buds, not so much to be painful but setting her nerves alight.
Taylor opened her mouth to answer and moaned instead. Being so out of breath made everything worse, her chest was heaving, practically pressing up into his sinfully talented hands.
“Ooh, that was a yes.” Lisa laughed, then gasped roughly. “Fuck, this feels so weird.”
“You’re growing a dick, of course it’s gonna be weird. I’m borrowing fat from your ass by the way.”
“Bitch!” Lisa snickered. “That’s fine, you’ll put it back. Are you almost done?”
She squirmed, a hand coming up to Amy’s white, spiky hair.
“Always wanted to touch the faux hawk.” The blonde said. “Fuck, I can feel it. Feels like my clit is huge.”
“That’s basically what I’m doing.” Amy said with amusement.
“That’s hot.” Alec said, kissing along Taylor’s neck. His hands never stopped but he had decided to distract himself by leaving love bites.
“Mng.” Taylor tried to agree, mostly failing.
“Oh, what the fuck.” Lisa’s eyes went wide. “That’s so wrong.”
Alec glanced over at her, blinked as his power kicked in, and snorted.
“Well, we always thought you had big ones.” He said, lips brushing Taylor’s collar bone. “Not like Skitter’s brass balls, but at least something to let you bluff the way you do with only a mental power.”
“You’re also squishy as hell with only a mental power.” Lisa glared at him, made weak by her flush. “In fact you’re both very squishy Masters.”
“Taylor’s not.” Alec said loyally. “She’s basically got a shaker/blaster power. Bug swarms. Bees!” He snickered the last bit into cleavage and it tickled.
Taylor giggled despite herself.
“Don’t look at me, I’m a Striker fucking twelve.” Amy said boredly. “Speaking of, consider yourself Striked. Strikered? Whatever, enjoy your penis.”
She started to rise off the couch.
“Not so fast, sunshine.” Lisa snatched her wrist, dragging her back. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Uh… my room?” Amy leveled her with an unimpressed look. The white hair was really striking, forgive the pun. It made her freckles stand out darker than ever.
“Nah, fuck that. You take your shirt off too.” Alec said casually.
Amy flushed with anger and embarrassment.
“What? I’m not gonna… you fucking perverts…” She trailed off under Lisa’s slow stare. “What if I don’t wanna fuck you three degenerates?”
Lisa snorted.
Amy glowered.
“I mean, I doubt that, but just in case you’re serious…” Alec trailed off. “Taylor, love, sit up.”
“Mm?” She was sitting up, high in his lap, but she’d started curling over him at some point. Alec leaned back so her chest was visible, unhidden by boy.
Amy swallowed loudly.
“Don’t you want to taste?” Lisa cajoled. “Look how perky they are. How absolutely pink Taylor is for it.”
“Not as pink as these.” Alec reached up at tweaked her nipple, making Taylor’s entire body jerk. “Such a pretty fucking color. All red from my mouth.”
Amy made a low noise.
“She’s so cold and needy.” Lisa continued. “No hands on her, so lonely over there. Go.”
The Striker stumbled as she was pushed further along the couch, knees close to Alec’s ribs. She caught herself on Taylor’s shoulders. Barely higher than her exposed breasts.
Amy couldn’t help herself. She wanted to feel how soft they were. Answer: very.
Taylor gave a breathy ahhhn and pressed into her hands like she couldn’t help herself.
“There you go.” Alec murmured. He wove an arm around Amy’s back, encouraging her, pulling her close, and keeping her from falling off the couch.
“Pinch a little, she likes it rough.” He offered, easing back into Lisa with a lazy smile. She had scooched closer, letting him be more upright– pressing them all closer, more intimate.
Amy’s mouth fell open a little, staring at her hands. She pinched.
Taylor’s abs clenched, and she shivered.