Stop the Heat?

While Will Du computed whether the sacrifice to his honor would be worth the knowledge gained, his guard was lowered. This allowed Kim to move in closer; she glanced at Veronica. Pivoting about in one of the seats of the hoverjet, the pantiless woman’s attention was impulsively going from the controls, to the landscape rapidly moving out the window, and her. Kim urgently gestured to capture it: She ran her hand over her buttocks, gathering bubbles from where the high-cut onepiece met her fishnet stockings. She hoped Ron understood and her Power Over Liquids misbehaved as she wished for it to.

Kim brought her next handful towards Du’s hand. Just as she expected, the action made him react to block her approach with his forearm. It was too late to stop the sensuality of her buttocks as they had already left her. They came up against the latest in impenetrable, flexible, skin-tight body armor.

Kim quirked a satisfied smile. The bubbles rolled down the arm and found entry at the sleeve opening. The mildly damp residue of the bubbles from her cleavage had also now seeped through the neck opening.