She turns the tables

Just then, all Nyssa could think about was how much her cheeks had burned when the people around the campsite had seen her, how **** she was to use even a rope as some kind of improvized garment. She was a trained assassin, she was used to hardship, but that kind of humiliation was new to her.

And Sara was still smirking at her. For Sara, this all seemed to be a bit of fun, no doubt she'd slipped up and needed to run naked through the streets of her home before this new life. It certainly sounded like it. She wasn't exactly casual about it, but certainly seemed to be more comfortable.

"Give me a moment," Nyssa said.

"Take as long as you need," Sara said.

She was still eyeing Nyssa. Most of the time, Nyssa would have found it flattering. Most of the time she wasn't leagues from the League without a scrap of real clothing.

Although, it struck her, there were clothes nearby. They were in Sara's hand. It might just be the one set, but they were real; Nyssa didn't know where Sara had hidden her outfit, nor did she want to take Sara's word for it. It seemed like Sara would happily see her run past the camp until those assassins had seen every intimate inch of her.

Nyssa bit her lip, then adjusted the rope, loosening the knot until it fell off of her body, revealing her breasts, as though they hadn't already been mostly visible before. Sara seemed to appreciate the added sight.

"Is this always what your 'skinny dipping' is like?" Nyssa said.

"Shouldn't be," Sara said. She hesitated. "Is a lot of the time though. Kinda fun, don't you think?"

"Fun?!"

"Getting away with it," Sara said. "Knowing how close someone got to seeing you, or actually being seen..." Sara bit her lip. "Seeing a bit more of your friends than they'd normally show."

Sara paused. Nyssa's cheeks warmed. Normally Sara wouldn't have embarrassed her, but that particular look in Sara's eyes after everything was the exception.

"So. That," Sara said. She gestured to the rope. "Take it you're not planning to head off if you've taken that off."

"I don't want to go anywhere for a bit. That's quite enough exposure," Nyssa said.

"So... while you're here..." Sara said.

She smirked. Nyssa almost rolled her eyes, but still gratefully let Sara lean in, meeting her lips. There was a rustle as Sara dropped her clothes, resting one hand on Nyssa's side, and letting the other gently stroke Nyssa's hair.

Her body was still slightly damp. Then again, Sara hadn't been doing quite so much **** running and crouching and hiding.

"Their camp isn't too far away," Nyssa whispered.

"Then you'll have to be quiet," Sara said. She kissed her again. "Speaking of... What happened? When you were running past them, I want details."

Sara looked into her eyes, burning, gently pressing Nyssa against the stone ridge behind her. The twin sensations filled Nyssa's mind; the sunbaked rock on one side, and the gently, warm, naked Sara pressed to her front. Between a rock and a soft place.

Sara really was enjoying this, wasn't she? Nyssa bit her lip, trying to regather her thoughts, as Sara's hand trailed from her side to her inner thigh.

"The first time," Nyssa said, breathless. "I managed to hide. I threw a stone, and ran from cover to cover the other direction. They didn't see."

"How did it feel?" Sara said.

"Embarrassing. Like they were about to see me any second, it was so close. I couldn't believe it when I had to go back past them, and..."

"Did they see?" Sara said.

She leant in closer, close enough that Nyssa could feel her heart racing, though she suspected it was for a rather different reason to Nyssa's faster heartbeat. Sara kissed her neck, apparently enjoying the story.

Nyssa, meanwhile, had taken special pains to not let go of her rope. She moved gently, guiding the two of them from the ridge they were by, to another large rock.

"Not for most of it," Nyssa said shakily. "I got most of the way, but by the end they saw me, and... I thought clothes were waiting for me, so I just ran rather than wait, and my... behind was in view."

"Mm, that's a treat, lucky them," Sara said. "And... ooh!"

Nyssa rolled them over, so that Sara was the one against the wall now, or in this case the stone. Nyssa shifted, eyes widening imperceptibly when her thigh slid between Sara's legs and brushed something warm and soaked. Sara really was enjoying all this.

"Do you want to hear about the third time?" Nyssa said.

"Yes please," Sara said quickly.

"They were ready, after the last," Nyssa said. "I couldn't hide for long. I tried to run, and they tripped me, and while I untangled my feet they drew closer, and they saw me while I squirmed. They saw my body, my breasts, my... most private of places, and I can only pray they didn't see my face. Before I got away, they saw all of me."

"Mm, how was that?" Sara said. She bit her lip.

"You want to know how it felt?" Nyssa said.

"Mm, tell me," Sara said. She started grinding on Nyssa's leg.

"How embarrassing, how humiliating, and utterly demeaning it felt?" Nyssa said.

"Please," Sara whimpered.

Nyssa leant in closer, kissed Sara, and while she was distracted threw both ends of the rope outwards. While Sara was still reeling, Nyssa vaulted over the stone, grabbed each end of the rope, and pulled it tight, tying it in place. She mentally went through the list of knots she knew, and chose a simpler one to secure the rope.

Still naked, slightly unsteady on her feet after that particular distraction, she walked back around the rock.

She had enjoyed being able to distract herself, but most importantly she'd gotten Sara off-guard enough. She doubted Sara would have let her steal her clothes normally.

"You can find out," Nyssa said.

She smiled, satisfied, at her nude girlfriend. Sara had the rope over her stomach and lower arms, pulled tight to offer her very little in the way of freedom of movement. There was no climbing up, nor sliding down under it with her ribs in the way. Sara stared at her, flushed with a mix of embarrassment and unfulfilled need.

"Nyssa?" Sara said, breathless.

"You had me exposed to those I should be an inspiration to," Nyssa said. "Twice, and would have been more. And you stole my clothing, and would have me return to Nanda Parbat. For that... I know how well you were trained, I estimate that you shouldn't need more than thirty minutes to escape those bindings. You may be seen in that time, you may not, but you'll have no way to know. Then you can reclaim my clothes from wherever you left them, and return."

Sara blinked a few times.

"Look, if you wanted to be on top, you just had to ask," Sara said. She struggled under the ropes slightly.

Nyssa meanwhile crouched to pick up the clothes Sara had been carrying, confirming it was indeed just the one outfit, before leaning in to kiss her goodbye.

"I'd say this is fair, qamari," Nyssa whispered.

She didn't think of it as vengeful. More, that if Sara was going to enjoy exposing her, she might as well do the same back. Looking at Sara more flustered like she was now, Nyssa could start to see the appeal.

"I can tell you where your clothes are," Sara said hopefully.

"I don't need to know that now," Nyssa said, holding the stolen outfit higher. She really couldn't wait to get dressed again.