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Ulterior Motive

Part 3

Yanking a hand through ivory hair, the assassin sighed with a smile, steely-grey eyes watching through a wide-sized window at the metropolitan that stretched on seemingly endlessly. The view was from the highest floor available in a modern apartment-building smack in the middle of London.

It was good to be home – at least in the country of your birth that is. Christie allowed herself to smile for a little while longer as she kept watching the bustling city tirelessly work even when the sun was about to pass the horizon. Its red light shined through and cloaked the apartment in a dusky hue, her otherwise white bodysuit appearing as lightly reddened.

Christie watched with glee; she wouldn't be staying in England for long after all. This was but a trip to further create a distance between her and the, oh so lovely, Frenchwoman, Helena Douglas.

The assassin had her rival (read object of affection) right where she wanted her; Helena was aware of Christie in a way that would have her confused, but wanting for more. And with the absence of said assassin, Helena would most likely be driven mad with all the emotions – but in a good way.

It was all part of Christie's diabolical (read sadistic) plan to have Helena at her feet; a twisted form of affection and desire that couldn't be shown any other way, and that's what had Christie all riled up.

A week's worth of absence would probably be enough; and then Christie would go in for the "kill". A clear laugh escaped her throat, her mind preoccupied with images of possible scenarios of what would happen when-

The buzzing sound of her doorbell brought her back to reality. Honestly, who would bother her at this hour? She didn't know anyone here.

A silent profanity was whispered under Christie's breath as she made her way to the door, hands balled up into fists as she readied herself to show the disturber a whole world of hurt –

"…"

The anger vanished into the thin air at the blink of an eye, replaced by the sheer confusion and blunt shock that the assassin felt (which was very rare) when she met the gaze of cerulean eyes.

"I knew I'd find you…" The blonde averted her eyes for but a second towards the name-plate of the door's exterior. "…Miss Atwood. An interesting pseudo-name… Quite peculiar." What was it with the French accent having such a respond from the ivory-haired woman? Stupid hormones…

It certainly didn't help that the blonde wore a long, blood-red coat that was worn open on top of a lace top and shorts with lace detailing, both dark-red in colour. Lastly, her long, finely shaped legs were adorned with thigh-high black sandals with red laces and her golden hair was no longer confined into a ponytail. A black belt with a golden clasp held the coat together around her waist.

Sex on legs? Definitely – most definitely.

Christie forced herself to remain composed. Though, that didn't stop her from poking fun at her surprise-guest. "You're making house calls now, Helena? What, was our last encounter not enough for you then?" She threw a cocky grin at Helena, waiting for her to be flustered and avoid the question – never mind that she was in England of all places. But Helena would still not be able to –

"No."

…answer the question?

Wait what?

If the assassin was ever at a loss for words, this was a perfect example of how it could've happen. The cocky grin disappeared from her face, now sporting a blank, puzzled expression instead.

"…Pardon me?"

"Are you going to let me in or are we going to have any neighbours listen in on us?"

She didn't need to be told twice.

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"This is highly unlike you Helena. I don't know what is surprising me the most; that you managed to track me down or that you actually answered my question with a "no"."

The blonde didn't seem to have registered the remark at first, having walked into the apartment and took her time looking around at the rather artistic interior of what was an assassin's den. In their silence Christie chose to just watching Helena, images from before still fresh in her mind.

Not to say that this absence of Helena had been taken its toll on Christie too.

Clear azure met steel-grey. "I have contacts. Though, it was far from easy, mind you."

"To find me?"

A nod. "That, and to comprehend why I even wanted to find you to begin with."

The ivory-haired woman threw her a challenging smirk. "I could answer that for you, Miss-ogles-at-cleavages."

There it was – that flustered expression and aversion of blue orbs. Talk about hitting the nail on the head. "And yet you told me just a minute ago that you didn't have had enough."

She immediately had the blonde's eyes upon her again, shockingly wide. Oh how fun it was to tease her! Christie couldn't help herself!

"Don't tell me you came all the way to England just to get another peek at me?" Her grin was cocky, if not mocking as she bent forward enough to emphasize her point and revealing her ample, luscious cleavage – only to have the blonde actually staring with an otherwise calm demeanour; had it not been for that hunger that shimmered in her azure eyes.

She laughed. "Oh, for shame Helena. You're not even trying to hide your gaze! You're not very subtle..."

Finally, the blue eyes met the assassin's. "Christie…"

Tch. Stupid, sexy French accent…

"Enough games. I need to know; are you serious, or are you just yanking my chain?"

Ba-bump

Was the radiator on to the max or what? It suddenly felt like a sauna in there.

"I use my charms and extremely good looks to lure in men for information or death-sentence." She smirked at that. "But I don't kiss them – much less women – for the hell of it. But I enjoyed watching you getting all timid and flustered."

This time Christie was shot back with a confident smile. "You say that, Christie…" She took a step closer, elegantly done so astride her slender legs. "but you must've been getting impatient as well…"

She could feel her stoic mask falter, piece by piece.

"Or would you rather that I walked out of here and left you alone?"

Helena walking away? There would be none of that.

Christie wasn't sure of how (or even if) the tables had turned – the blonde had walked up to her, face to face, with a hint of a grin that right then seemed to fit her perfectly. Her cheeks were flushed with heat, and Christie wasn't far off.

With a low whisper of obscenities, the assassin struck – and the blonde followed suite. Locked in oral combat, the two women couldn't do anything but abide to the urges that broke through with each searing kiss; their bodies felt like they were smouldering, and as instincts kicked in, clothes were quickly discarded somewhere in the room.

Gone was the red coat and the belt, and boots were flung in whatever direction; neither of them cared. They just had to get the clothes off right now. Like, right now.

And for once both of them were glad Christie wasn't wearing anything underneath her bodysuit, as revealed when the top part fell down, hanging by the waist.

The malleable peaks, soft and lusciously ample, stood presented before the blonde who wasted no time to cup them, rosy buds pinched between her fingers.

Christie had to let out throaty mewl – a response that seemed to spur Helena to continue, seeing how the assassin melted in her hands.

"Helena…!" Holy – it felt so good! She could feel her sex throb anxiously, a pleasant ache that needed attention.

A soft giggle. "How does it feel to be on the receiving end for once?"

The assassin's eyes flared up. She, being bottom? No way Jose.

As good as it felt, Christie grabbed hold of the blonde and hurled her towards the bed and sprinted after her, pinning her down. "Perhaps later, love."

With the rest of their clothing gone, replaced by a thin sheen of sweat as they once again strove for dominance in an oral battle. The ivory-haired woman loomed over Helena, perfect lips kissing her so hungrily whilst returning the favour of cupping firm mounds of flawless flesh.

She felt the blonde moan pleasantly against her – she was giving in to the satisfaction. Christie smirked, withdrawing from the blonde's lips (hearing a disappointed groan while at it) and licked the rosy, protruding nipples. She could worship Helena's body all night, its snow white skin cladding her do-die-for body so perfectly. Her tongue encircled the buds teasingly before full lips suckled on them for a pleasured mewl from the blonde.

"C-Christie…! Christie…!"

Ahh… Music to her ears.

And now for an encore…

Teeth nibbled the sensitive nipple, another pleasured sound escaping Helena's throat as she did. Nails dug into the blonde's stomach, gently scratching just right all the way down till she could practically feel the heat radiating from Helena's sex.

Fingers teased the opening - a pair of quivering lips that were covered in their own slick excitement – and had the blonde squirming in ecstasy, fingers digging into the sheet.

The swollen clit stood so sweetly at attention, all swollen and vulnerable, Christie couldn't help but to play with it – if anything to just tease her rival (was that even the right term at the moment?) and prepare her for a world of wonders. She rubbed it just so-

"Christie!" A wonderful encore, but not the one she had wanted. "D-don't you dare…tease me…!" The threat would've been intimidating, had the blonde not worn an expression that was writhing in pleasure mixed with annoyance, impatience.

Christie let out a shallow chuckle. "You're forgetting who you're talking to." A single finger was dipped into the slick pool between the blonde's legs, further teasing her before it was raised to the assassin's lips.

It glistening with Helena's excitement till a tongue licked it up, savouring it. "What are the magic words, love?"

"What? Ah!" A second finger dove into the pussy and sent Helena closer to the bliss she now craved. "I d-don't know what you-"

"Liar." She loved being sadistic; and this was a whole new level for her.

The fingers were withdrawn till they rested against the opening, a thumb added to poke at the clit for added toying against nearly bucking hips and throbbing lips. "Christie..!"

Her sex had become damper, to Christie's surprise. "Someone is eager…" She purred back, smirking maliciously at the pained/blissful expression on the blonde's reddened face. "Say the words…"

Her current state was too much to bear; with the first thing that came to mind, Helena spoke in a throaty voice; "I'm yours…"

"Good girl."

Without a warning, the three digits were buried within Helena's throbbing, wet sex, penetrating with vigour. The blonde was about to scream as a result of the sudden spike of pleasure when Christie kissed her, their lips now sealed together in a slick, oral battle as Helena rode the slender fingers hard.

The scream had faltered into a continuous moan, the blonde now solely focused on reaching her ultimate sensation that swelled within her. It was so close…

With barely a hint of a grin, Christie purred softly against her neck. Helena felt her fingers plunge inside of her, spreading apart and curling in just the right way-

"CHRISTIE!"

-and sent the blonde over the edge, a maelstrom of sensations overwhelming her as she rode out her orgasm, her nerves and inner muscles a smouldering mess of ecstasy.

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Helena looked back up at the ivory-haired assassin, steel-grey eyes followed by a smirk meeting her. "Back from dreamland, love?"

The moon was up, and the darkness had since – probably long ago – arrived. "Did I fall asleep?"

"No, but you were more or less in a daze." Christie chuckled. "I can't blame you, though. Magic fingers and all…"

"Someone is full of herself."

"I'm not the one that nearly passed out after fucking herself senseless with these fingers, dear." Christie said with an added laughter, smirking till she felt the blonde suddenly flip her onto her back, azure eyes meeting hers with a predatory smile.

She nuzzled the collarbone and kissed the supple skin. "You're right… You aren't. So how about I return the favour. Christie?"

Damn that incredibly sexy accent of hers. It set Christie's sex afire with excitement.

It seemed to the assassin that were wasn't much of a choice but to give in to the blonde's advances.

-FIN-

And there you have it folks! Leave a review on your way out, yes? :3

Also, for their respective outfits, Christie is wearing her normal white/black bodysuit (I chose the DoA5 one for reference) and Helena is wearing the "C4" from DoA5 as well.