Thieves in Gotham

Felicia Hardy lay back relaxing on Selina's bed, staring at the ceiling, as her new lover, Selina Kyle, sat up on the bed next to her, casually twirling the handcuffs they'd been using around her finger. Black velvet lined the cuffs, which had most recently been used to restrain Selina while Felicia lapped at her pussy; before that, Felicia had spent the better part of an hour teasing the cuffed woman, running her hands and lips over Selina's body before finally snaking her tongue into Catwoman's aching cunt. The payoff was worth it, too, as Selina came hard -- nobody had ever made her orgasm like her new thieving partner. It certainly helped that when it came to sex, much like stealing, they instinctively knew exactly what the other was thinking.

"Pretty risky of you, just letting me handcuff you naked to the bed like that. I could've just made off with all your stuff," Felicia told Selina.

"No way you'd do that, the sex is too good," Selina shot back. "Even if you did decide to run off, you'd come crawling back in a couple of days."

"Good point," Felicia admitted. "That's why I know you won't run off after tying me up. It's kinda weird, being with someone I'm so in sync with; I almost feel like I'm dating myself."

Selina couldn't help but agree with Felicia's statement. "I know the feeling. But I'm not complaining. We kitties need to stick together, after all."

"I couldn't agree more. So, great as the sex was, I didn't come down to Gotham just to fuck. Who's our next mark?" Felicia asked.

"Ever hear of Oswald Cobblepot? Disgusting little man. Well, he runs a club called the Iceberg Lounge, where he hosts the biggest scumbags Gotham has to offer. Apparently he's been looking to redecorate, and has some pretty valuable things being delivered there in a couple days' time," Selina explained. "They're being held at a warehouse on the docks right now. I'm thinking we hit the place tomorrow night?"

"Sounds like a hell of a date night to me," Felicia purred. "But whatever will we do until then?"

Selina answered by grabbing Felicia's wrists and cuffing them to the bed before straddling her. "I think the real question is, 'what *won't* we do?" she grinned before aggressively kissing her lover.