Warning:

This story contains scenes of vivid yuri style action, hence the mature rating. If you don't like this sort of thing, don't read for cryin out loud.

Chapter 1

Christie, normally a cold blooded assassin who showed no remorse for her victims, didn't know when these feelings had started. As she stood in the shower, the warm water streaming down from her platinum short silver hair, down her slender but deadly form, they surfaced again. Helena, a French woman, and the heir apparent to the DOA Tech corp. had been on her mind ever since the 4th tournament had ended. It marked the second time she had tried and failed to kill her.

Normally failure to kill a target ate at Christie for no end, but this feeling was not one of rage. As the sliver-haired killer rubbed the soap over her body, taking some extra time on her somewhat small, but well-shaped breasts, Helena's face crept into her mind. She was beautiful, Christie thought, with her long blonde hair and slender but deceptively deadly body with which she practiced her deadly art of Pai Qua Quan. Helena also had ample breasts, larger then her own.

With this though, Christie continued to rub the soap on her own breasts, slowly but soon picking up some speed. Her nipples were getting hard now and every time the bar passed over them, she moaned with pleasure. Without realizing it Christie moved her free down her wet body until it was almost between her legs and stopped.

Why am I doing this? she asked herself. This woman is nothing more then a target; I should not be having these feelings for her.

But she was, no matter how hard the assassin tried to convince herself otherwise. Before Helena Christie had never failed a mission and maybe that was it. Helena had beaten her, showed that she was Christie's match in combat. In truth, the silver haired woman found that alluring and tried to push that to the back of her mind as she stepped out of the shower and dried herself off. Regardless of her feelings, she was tired and went to her room and intended to take a long nap. After putting on a black sports bra and panties she lay in her bead and stared at ceiling. A dream came to her then that put this whole thing into focus:

(Dream)

Christie and Helena were circling each other in top floor of the DOA TECH building as it seemed intent on destroying itself. Christie lunged forward with a backhanded chop, but Helena caught it and used her opponent's momentum to flip her to the ground. The silver haired assassin landed on her back and the French woman straddled her to keep Christie from moving.

"Finish me if you have the stomach for it," Christie hissed.

"I have other plans for you," Helena said softly and bent down and kissed the other woman hard, thrusting her tongue into Christie's mouth intertwining it with other. Christie tried to push up, but the blonde woman forced her back down and then stuck her hand between Christie's legs and then began to rub her clit in a counter-clockwise motion…..

(Reality)

Christie woke up with a start to find her own hand doing the same rubbing motion she had just dreamt Helena doing. Her panties had gotten quite wet, but Christie found the sensation quite pleasant actually and then removed the panties themselves and kicked them off the bed. She then cupped her right breast and began to squeeze it on and off a rapid pace, which only added to feelings of euphoria she had from her dream. Christie reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out vibrator, switched it on, and inserted it between her legs, thrusting it in and out as she squeezed her breast. After a few moments Christie felt an orgasm building and began to buck her hips up into the air. When it finally happened, the pleasure exploded from between her legs and surged through her body like lightning. Christie bit her lip to keep from yelling out the name of the woman she at one time hated more then anything.

Author's Note:

I do not own any of the DOA characters. This first part and the larger tale as a whole are simply a fanfic meant for all the fanboys out there who wanted to these two particular characters hook up in this way (and trust me they will). Comments are encouraged. But if you simple post them just to condemn me for writing something like this, you can shove off and whine somewhere else.