Sisters before misters

"I can't say I have. Have you seen a pretty looking thing, yay-high? I've been sent to collect her."

You address the security officer but your eyes are locked with Charlottes. You can't say you had any conscious intent, your words weren't even all that seductive, but there was an almost tangible tether of lust between the two of you. Charlotte's chest rose and fell, you could practically feel how hard her nipples were behind her bra, and of course the rapid beating of her heart. So soothing...

"Uh... No. Unless you're talking about one of the other hunters. We have two heading to the doc for processing if you want to check with her."

You're dimly aware of Tasha gasping at the revelation and the guards head snapping around to the sound. The crunching and squelching of blood and bone herald his shift to his true form, handsome features giving way to scaly spines and horns. Despite it being the first time you'd ever seen a demon, that you knew of, you were surprisingly unfazed. He lunged for the place Tasha had been but met only air, and a moment later, the long silver knife Tasha plunged through his back. Throughout this you'd been moving closer to Charlotte, lustful eyes still locked, the **** pushing you over the edge. You close the distance and wrap your arms around your law school friend, lips meeting in a open-mouthed kiss.

Charlotte gasps and whines needily, shaking with desire, her body spasming as if it didn't know what to do with itself. That was fine, you knew exactly what you were doing. Your hands are all over her, sliding down to grope her ass, deftly slipping between your bodies to caress her breast. You slip her your tongue, not questioning how you suddenly had more than enough to wrap around hers several times, forcing a mutual french kiss as you pull and suck playfully on the pink muscle. You pay no mind to the demon bursting into flames on the flight above you, consumed as you are with your carnal pursuits.

"Hey!"

Unwilling as you were to listen to anything but Charlotte's delightful symphony of whimpers, something never-the-less made you spin away from your lover. Good thing too: you catch the silver blade, inches from your chest, by the knife end no less. And it fucking HURT.

"What the HELL?!" You suppress the urge to bare your teeth and hiss at the petite blonde, instead defaulting to your second urge and hurling the knife on the ground. Your anger prevents you from taking notice of just how explosive the impact is, pulverizing the hard metal and lodging it in the iron lattice of the stairway.

Tasha looked surprised but shifted to anger, "What are you?"

"A lawyer!"

"No, what ARE you! Why are you kissing her?!"

You give Charlotte, who is only now beginning to recover from your attentions, an incredulous look. She shook off her daze with a frown and turned to Tasha, "You're asking why my girlfriend is kissing me or why I have a girlfriend? I didn't know you were homophobic Tasha."

The demon hunter balked, "W-wait I'm not-"

"You know, people like you are what made me afraid to come out all these years."

You give Tasha a hateful glare to go along with Charlotte's verbal **** and Tasha is soon apologizing profusely. She might know how to throw a knife but you two were trained word twisters. She never stood a chance.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't know, I didn't mean it that way, I just... Sorry." Tasha sighed, rubbing her blushing face. "That demon said they'd taken Cassandra and Elise to processing. Do you know where that is? Maybe we can break them out while we're shutting down the hellgate."

To your surprise, you actually did, "Three floors up, bigot." She shrunk into herself and you exchanged a discrete low-five with Charlotte after Tasha turned away.

You loved working with Charlotte, the two of you had a synergy that couldn't be taught... but you don't remember her being lesbian or that you were her girlfriend. Come to think of it, when did you become a lesbian? Not that you were complaining but-?

All these inconsistencies were giving you a headache, which paled in comparison to the searing pain in your hand. The cut stung as badly now as it did when you caught the blade. Viscous black blood oozed slowly from the laceration, the flow much too slow for a cut so deep.

"Oh my God, Linda! Here-" Charlotte ripped a strip from her skirt and began wrapping your hand tightly. You enjoyed the warmth of her fingers, you just wanted to suck on them... suck on her breasts, her neck, her everything... you wanted to drain her dry.

"Ahem." You'd locked eyes with Charlotte again after she'd finished wrapping your hand and Tasha was impatiently waiting at the next landing. "So... do you think we can break out my friends from 'processing' without setting off an alarm?"