Yes, though perhaps it would be better if it wasn’t

Sara licked her lips as she took in that final secret of Ava’s, looking the once-intimidating time agent up and down.

Ava had tried for so long to be dignified, respectable, and now here she was, thoroughly naked being looked over by all the Legends like she was a piece of meat. She flushed deeper, shaking with the shame of it.

Every part of her wanted to cover herself, but even more she wanted this to just be over.

“Sure,” Sara said, after far too long. “It’s enough. Thanks for the memories, hope you don’t go forgetting this either. I certainly won’t.”

Sara winked at her.

Ava squirmed where she stood, aching to be able to cover herself again. Despite her words, Sara stayed looking her over for some time yet, the rest of the Legends visibly enjoying her exposure too.

“Well?” Ava said. She bit her lip, shivering slightly. “Let me go!”

“Oh, fine,” Sara sighed. She glanced away for a moment to address the ship’s AI; “So Gideon, you record all that?”

“Yes, Captain,” the AI’s voice chimed from all around them.

Did Gideon- oh god, Ava instinctively covered herself again, one arm over her tits while the other hand tried to shield her cunt from view.

Sara looked back at her, quirking an eyebrow; with a humiliated exhale, Ava lowered her arms again, flushing a deeper red.

Then Sara moved closer to the bridge’s central console. Thinking quickly, Ava hurried closer.

“Let me,” Ava said.

“If you think I’m going to let you near the Waverider’s controls-” Sara began.

“You don’t know the time I came from,” Ava said. “You need to message the right time/space coordinates, unless you want to make another paradox. Your last one didn’t exactly turn out well.”

Ava let herself snap; there was a lot of frustration to let out. Sara just responded with a wry smile, uncomfortably reminding Ava of just how exposed she was.

Sara stepped back, raising her hands; Ava took over at the console. Right, she’d left the Bureau to spend the night with Sara on that date. Add half hour to be sure…

She was far too aware that the Legends were staring at her ass again. She finished entering the coordinates as quickly as she could before jerking back.

“Right, that’s it,” Sara said, getting Ava away from the controls. Her eyebrows rose slightly at the date, but she didn’t comment. She typed a few words, then hit send. “That’s a summons sent. Adios.”

Sara strode away, leaving Ava to slump in relief. Finally this nightmare was over.

There was a sudden flash as a window appeared in the Waverider. Two suited agents of the Bureau walked onto the bridge, both suddenly stopping as they took in the sight of the Director.

The only mercy was that she was on the other side of the console to them; she quickly covered her tits with her arms, crouching just enough to hide her pussy.

Their gazes lingered. She hoped it was more shock than lust.

“Sara!” Ava hissed. “Didn’t you tell them to bring a change of clothes?”

“Must’ve slipped my mind,” Sara said. She sat back on her chair, plainly enjoying the show.

Damn it. She was going to have words when she got back to her girlfriend. Ava panicked for a moment, seeing the other side of the window.

It led right into the main room of the Bureau. Her office was just off to the side, along with a spare Courier she could use to return to her Waverider,

It was just getting there that was the problem.

“You,” Ava said, gesturing to one of the agents. Like many in the Bureau she wore a smart suit. “Your jacket. Give it to me.”

Understanding, the woman quickly obliged. Her blouse at least left her decent, while Ava had to make do with covering her arms and vainly trying to bring it shut over her tits.

Only the bottom closed all the way; the top wasn’t meant for decency. It ensured all of her cleavage was on display and, after an awkward step, her nipples slipped into view.

Better than nothing. Ava groaned, then looked at the other.

“And yours,” she said to the other. Gratefully she took the jacket when offered, tying a knot in the arms around her waist, leaving the main body of the jacket to conceal her ass.

Now she just had to hope no one peered to closely at the front, to get a glimpse of her cunt.

Still bright red, Ava tried to keep her head high, and marched out of the Waverider.

The Bureau felt so much bigger around her, like this. Her unusual attire drew even more stares. Great.

She stumbled a little from the nerves, feeling one breast pop out of her jacket. She swiftly adjusted, hurrying with what little dignity she could muster.

Up the stairs, giving anyone below her a far too clear look under the jacket covering her ass, past someone she was sure glimpsed her cunt…

She almost collapsed when she reached the privacy of her office. Asking the agents whose jackets she’d borrowed to wait a couple of minutes before coming in, she stripped herself down again.

It felt weird to be nude in her office, but at least no one was here. That, and she had a Time Courier to get to somewhere much more pleasant.

She left the jackets folded on a chair, and went round to the front of her desk.

Idly she noticed that a small photo of Sara was missing from her workspace. It wasn’t much, Ava liked to keep her desk professional, but she’d wanted a little something for their relationship.

Huh. Must’ve fallen somewhere, she could get back to it.

Ava put her Time Courier on, picking the by-now familiar coordinates of Sara’s room on the Waverider.

And, go!

Brushing her hair back, Ava strode through, closing the window behind her. Sara, still in bed, jumped a little when she appeared.

“Sorry about that,” Ava said. “I…”

Her voice trailed off; she glanced at the Courier. No, it was the right date. Maybe she was an hour off, Sara didn’t exactly seem like Ava remembered from after their time together.

Sara looked her up and down, appreciative.

“Didn’t think you’d come back here,” Sara said. She grinned. “Especially not like that.”

Wait-

Oh no, no, no.

She’d changed the past. Going back in time like that, things couldn’t have stayed the same. She’d given Sara a taste for humiliating her, there was no way she would have ended up dating that Sara.

Which meant this was a Sara who only cared about exposing her, not about-

Oh no.