SS: TIE Epilogue 2

Bugs swarm the porch light as Ro exhaustedly pulls into her garage. She climbs out of the car and gazes sadly at the tires, which are brand new. This is the second time in three weeks that someone has slashed them. She’s been cleared of any criminal activity. By following instructions that Chica gave her years ago and those of her attorney, she is not culpable for anything. Which is appropriate, as Ro has not only never participated in any of Chica’s business.

But she knows about it, even if she knows no meaningful details. People believe that she doesn’t wear a mask and carry a gun, but nobody believes that she’s kept truly in the dark. A lot of people are very angry. She’s lost her job, and her friends don’t speak to her. Money isn’t a problem yet, but it will be. The authorities are looking for any excuse they can to seize her assets. That’s before the wrongful **** lawsuits come into play.

She mixes herself a strong vodka tonic in the kitchen, then goes through her mail. The **** threats and hate mail are easy to spot and toss. Bills still have to be paid. UFG still wants her to donate money.

Jury duty. She laughs and throws that away, then takes a big gulp. At the bottom of the stack is a postcard from Vietnam. Nothing is written on it; that wouldn’t be safe. But the beautiful photo on the front has big words printed on it: WISH YOU WERE HERE.

Ro smiles.

SS: TIE

Sally takes a deep breath and hits send. The little circle spins on the screen.

SUBMITTED.

She sighs. “That’s it. Fuck me. You thought we were broke before? Check us out now.”

She and Tracy are snuggled on the sofa in pajamas. It’s late. Tracy’s head is in her lap, and Sally can finally close her laptop and put it aside. Contorting herself to use it with Tracy positioned this way has not been easy, and she’s still recovering from multiple gunshot wounds.

Tracy looks up with a funny expression. “You did it?”

“That’s what I just said.”

“You actually applied to law school?”

Sally throws her glasses at the coffee table and rubs her face. “Yup.”

Tracy makes a little growling noise.

“I’m sorry?” Sally blinks down at her. Tracy climbs up to get face-to-face, kissing her before she can say anything else. The kiss, Sally can work with. But the way that Tracy suddenly starts feeling her up is over the top. She laughs. “What the shit?”

“What? My wife doing sensible, smart, intelligent stuff is a huge turn-on.”

“Smart and intelligent?”

“I said what I said. Or maybe the turn-on is that she’s finally being considerate of me.” Tracy brushes Sally’s hair out of her face. “Because that’s why you’re doing it. For me. Not because you got shot three times.”

Tracy can’t joke about it convincingly. Sally is still tender and tires easily. Her right arm can only do a fraction of what it could before, and she has some serious scars. She can probably continue to work for the police in some capacity, but she’ll never be able to carry a gun again. She can’t even climb a flight of steps without help at this point. That, she will eventually be able to do. But she won’t ever be able to play volleyball or pass a fitness test again. It’s time to move on. The medical pension will help.

“OK. OK. Easy,” Sally says as Tracy pushes up her top and kisses down her belly. It’s been a long time since Tracy has behaved this way. Maybe this law school thing means more to her than Sally cares to admit. “Easy!”

Tracy pulls Sally’s fleece pajama bottoms down enough to expose her underwear. She pushes her face between Sally’s thighs, nuzzling and licking through her panties. Sally gasps. Her left arm still works, and she grabs Tracy’s hair and sighs.

“Baby,” she says breathlessly. “Go easy.”

Thin cotton does little to mitigate the hot tongue at work. Sally grunts, and her thighs try to squeeze together, but Tracy persistently just pushes her face in more.

“Oh my god.” Sally lies back. “Oh my god. Baby.”

SS: TIE

“Man, that too good for us puritan stuff went away quick,” Lili taunts. She’s acting cool, but the truth is that nobody expected this evening to end up this way, but drinking fishbowls in a dive bar in Belize will do that. The hotel room reeks of spilled liquor.

It’s never been a secret that Lili has wanted to sleep with Glynda, and after fleeing the states, Glynda’s pride was the least of her worries. She was fingerbanging Glynda with her tongue down her throat the night she broke her out. But Lili had never given a thought to Lora or her apparent sexual repression, or the effect that Lora having to listen to that through the wall would have on their getaway.

Well, Lora is not very repressed right now. She writhes, gripping Glynda’s hand tightly. The only article of clothing still being worn is Lili’s bra, which she has forgotten about. She keeps the vibe tight against Lora’s clit.

Lora bucks and grunts. Even drunk as hell, she keeps her jaw clenched and tries not to make a sound. Her knuckles are white and Glynda winces, but gamely holds her hand.

“Don’t be shy, Lora,” Lili says, although that isn’t fair. Lora has finally decided to loosen up. Lili takes the vibe away and slides two fingers inside Lora, giving her a brief, spirited fuck that makes her lift her hips off the bed. Lili goes back to the vibe and Lora makes a sound like a squeal.

Glynda seems fascinated with seeing Lora this way. She’s pretty excited herself, based on the size of her already big nipples and the way that she shifts around and looks at Lora’s face so intently. She finally leans over and kisses her. Lora’s legs clamp together. Wet, warm flesh squeezes Lili’s hand and wrist. Lora kisses Glynda back needily.

Lili pulls the vibe away and tosses it. Lora almost headbutts Glynda as she looks up, indignant.

Lili gets up on her knees and puts on a face that she knows is annoyingly smug. “You want to cum? When you were being so high and mighty? How bad?”

But it isn’t Lora’s pride that makes her behave the way that she does. She glances at Glynda, who is thoroughly entertained. Glynda’s only reply is to slide one hand down over her belly to the thick bush between her legs.

Lora swallows, and her face turns one shade redder as she looks up at Lili. Then she gets to all fours and crawls over.

“That’s it,” Lili says as she feels the hesitant touch of Lora’s tongue. “Mmm.” She sighs contentedly as Glynda gets comfortable, spreading her legs and kneading one huge breast as she watches.

SS: TIE

Later, as Lili lies with her arms around Lora and Glynda, she wishes that she had more to drink. She’s begun to sober up, and that means thinking about her friends, which she would rather not do.

The lamp is still on because Glynda is reading. She turns a page quietly. Lora’s eyes are closed, but she isn’t sleeping. Her breath tickles Lili’s bare skin.

“Are you going to ask me tomorrow?” Lora murmurs finally.

“Hmm?” Lili gazes at the ceiling.

“Or next week? Next month?”

“About what?”

“You know about what,” Lora says, shifting a little. Her hand rests on Lili’s belly.

“We know you’re thinking about Elsa,” Glynda says without looking away from her book.

Lili grimaces. “I can’t leave her in there.”

Glynda lets out an annoyed snort. “It’ll be tough without Rey.”

Lora sighs deeply, and that makes Lili shiver. She trails her finger along Lili’s side. “I’ll come up with something,” she says.

The End!

[ I’ll do postgame soon. Maybe tomorrow? For now, there's a short blog post if you care about under the hood stuff. ]