Aaron's lust starts to overcomes him in his new "suit" during patrol

You smirks with Daisy's cute redhead face, flexing her toned arms as he scans the LA skyline from the rooftop as he looks at Ariana in the distance who did some cool flips as she approached you. You can't help but check out your "new" partner in "crime" or rather "crime" fighting. You spent what was the past month or so as enemies and now you are friends, or rather friends with benefits or is it even more then that? As she walked to you, you get lost in thought. You feel your "suit's" lady parts fire up as she hands you a binoculars. "Check out this, a group of 3 walking around with guns in hand". She says. You grab the binoculars and look that way. You see the group walk up the alleys as off looking for something or someone.

Your new eyes trace every delicious curve of Ariana's body as she turns—the way her tight tactical pants accentuate her perfect ass, the confident sway of her hips, the slight jiggle of her firm C-cups as she moves. God, even in mission gear, she's dripping sex appeal. You thought.

She catches you staring and raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her plush lips. "See something you like, perv boy?" Her Russian accent makes it even hotter.

You stride forward in Daisy's body, closing the distance between you. "Only everything," you purr, running your new delicate fingers down her toned stomach before giving her ass a firm, possessive squeeze.

Ariana lets out a breathy laugh, biting her lip. "Mmm, you're even more handsy in this body. What's up, Daisy's instincts making you extra slutty?"

You press her against the rooftop ledge, grinding against her. "Nah, just appreciating my agent." You lean in, catching her lips in a hungry kiss—Daisy's soft mouth against Ariana's, your tongues dancing as your hands roam as your breasts touch.

A muffled moan escapes her as you slip a hand between her thighs, finding her already wet through the fabric. "F-fuck, Aaron—"

Oh fuck. The second your fingers brush against Ariana, Daisy's body reacts harder than you expected—a jolt of electric heat surges between your thighs, your nipples stiffening painfully against the fabric of your top. It's not like your male body at all—this isn't just a slow-build arousal, this is like flipping a goddamn switch. A wet warmth floods between Daisy's legs, her pulse hammering in places you're still adjusting to even noticing. You felt turned on before in a women's body, but you are still getting use to this.

You pause mid-step, gripping the railing of the fire escape as a full-body shiver wracks you. "Jesus. Christ." Your voice comes out breathier than you meant—higher, needier. Ariana's smirk turns predatory.

"Not use to feeling that in a woman's body, huh?" She steps closer, purring as she trails a finger up your inner thigh— you nearly buck against her hand, a gasp slipping out before you can stop it. "The sensitivity is... different, da? No buildup. Just—" Her fingertip ghosts over the seam of Daisy's tight shorts, and your knees wobble. "Instant."

Fuck, she's right. It's overwhelming—every brush of fabric, every shift of your hips sends sparks up your spine. And the wetness—you can feel it, slick and eager, in a way that makes your borrowed stomach clench. You squeeze your thighs together instinctively, **** for friction.

With a throaty laugh, Ariana leans in, lips brushing the shell of Daisy's ear: "Careful, Aaron. If you keep thinking like that, you'll soak through these cute little shorts... and I'll have to clean you up."

You take a deep breath, forcing Daisy's traitorous body to still—though your pulse stays thrumming between your thighs. The question spills out before you can stop it:

"Ariana... is it me you want? Or just the body I'm wearing right now?" You ask a bit jealousy in a hint of your voice.

She freezes. For the first time since you've known her, the unshakable Agent looks... uncertain. Her dark eyes flick over Daisy's face—searching for you, for Aaron behind those borrowed features. When she speaks, her voice is uncharacteristically soft.

"You think I'd let just anyone bite my neck in an alley? Or let them take control like you do?" Her fingers trace your (Daisy's) jawline. "This body is hotter then your own for sure. But I don't trust "suits". I trust you. Even when you're being a greedy, power-drunk little perv boy." she laughs a bit.

The way she says it—that mix of exasperation and affection—makes Daisy's chest tighten in a way that has nothing to do with possession. You suddenly remember: this woman was your enemy. And now she's here, choosing you again and again, no matter whose skin you're wearing.

You still have doubts so you asks for more answers. Arianna may be a sexy bisexual spy, but you know Daisy and her have a history together.

"Did you two know each other before you joined, this body seems to know you as well as I do?" Your question lingers in the air for a moment before Ariana exhales through her nose—a mix of annoyance and something darker, more complicated. She steps back, crossing her arms.

"Daisy and I trained in the same group. Eighteen months of **** disguised as 'combat conditioning. I thought she was cute I will admit'" Her thumb rubs absentmindedly at a faint scar along her ribs—one you'd traced with your tongue last time. "She wasn’t always this weak you know, with her powers. The telekinesis burned her out slowly. The more she used it, the more it *ate* her. By the time they assigned her to ops, she was just... a pretty face with a parlor trick, only able to read minds here and there" She was notting but a "fun" fling in between missions.

You feel Daisy’s body react—a sudden spike of anger-fear-shame flaring in the mind you’re squatting in. Ariana’s gaze turns razor-sharp. "The hell is this feeling?" you said as you turned red.

"Ah. She’s listening." She leans in, whispering directly to *Daisy* through you: "Remember the time at the beach how you and I spent a little "rest stop" under a palm tree? How you begged me pleasure you after we kissed? Now you’re his little flesh puppet. I’d laugh if it wasn’t so pathetic."

Daisy’s hands (your hands?) clench autonomously—nails biting into your own palms. The raw hatred flooding your shared mind is intoxicating. Ariana just smirks.

"How the hell is she able to hear you?" You thought, you had complete control over all your hosts, why is this different now?

The realization hits you like a shockwave— Daisy shouldn’t be able to react like this. Not when you’re fully in control. Unless...

You close your eyes plunge deeper into Daisy’s mind, past the layers of your possession, and find it—a glitching thread of consciousness, frayed but still tethered. Like a radio left on static in another room.

Ariana’s cruel taunts are reactivating it.

Daisy’s voice echoes in the hollows of your shared skull: "You smug bitch—I should’ve let them execute you in back then you cunt!"

You come face to face with Daisy in her mind. She looks at you with hate in her eyes.

"Keep out of my mind you asshole!" She said as you take a step back in shocked.

You didn't want to take the chance that she could break free so you buried her mind deeper then you did others so she could be able to react.

You open your eyes again and look at Arianna.

"Her mental resistance must be due to her mind reading powers" you said.

"Like I said she was more powerful, she could use telekinesis as well for a bit, she had potential as a telepathy" Arianna said with a smile.

"Huh interesting maybe I can help her with that, you said."

"Quit it we have, potential treats a little under a block away going towards you guys now" Hank said in the earpiece.