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They were a month away from the second exorcism, and the tension was thick in the air as Lute was more cantankerous than ever. The typical patterns of drill, lecture, battle, sleep, repeat continued, but the exorcists were made for this sort of monotony, modeled after the most stringent soldiers and earthly predators.
Vaggie had mastered her ability to slip away unnoticed, with Willow's occasional aid, proceeding with her private training between these routines and on the Sabbath itself, seemingly given leeway by her lieutenant to continue doing so - so long as she did it well and quietly. It was in these practices that she returned to an empty locker room, her peers still asleep with the sun not yet risen. Some were probably also up to explicit activities with one another, but those who were kept it under wraps well, with only the occasional gossip filtering through, and most of it revolving around couples that Vaggie was fairly confident were NOT blowing one another.
She slipped out of the shower, drying herself with a towel around her body and another around her hair. She felt another presence lurking, but saw no one as she stepped into the locker area. "Who's there? Show yourself you fuckin' pervert…" Probably Adam…. He probably wouldn't care that she was training extra right? Ruby or Jade would have made a snide comment by now.
She ignored the feeling and deftly slipped her nightgown over her head, towel dropping as the gown came over it - she had to slip back into bed and feign awakening the others and herself for drill. She had mastered the technique to get in and out as quickly as possible. Of course, locker room talk was just another reason she preferred to shower alone, either early in the morning or later in the night, avoiding the others accusations and disgusting banter.
The presence was behind her now, and she flipped around to find herself nose to nose with Lute, still in her bloodstained uniform - why didn't she ever wash it? "I thought I told you to be subtle?"
"No one else cares Lieutenant. But Willow's covering for me."
Lute's hand snaked out to grip her thin neck, pushing her against the lockers. "That's 'ma'am' to you, exorcist."
Vaggie's right hand snapped to Lute's right wrist a moment later, left bracing her back against the lockers and the whoosh of air that left her lungs from the mild impact. "What's your problem? Why are you so obsessed with me?"
Vaggie wasn't prepared for Lute's left hand to grip her short hair at the roots as she crashed her mouth against Vaggie's before the sentence was fully formed, her tongue still moving on the final word. She gaped in shock, eyes open, as her mouth was invaded by the lieutenant's tongue. She was hungry, practically clawing at the younger exorcist in need. Vaggie had never kissed anyone in her almost two years in this form, though her human body obviously had made somewhat of a profession of it, and she found herself responding in kind, eyes closing as she delved into her superior's mouth and brought her left hand to her jaw.
Lute clearly had other things in mind, quickly moving her hand from Vaggie's neck to clamp both of her wrists above her head, using her few inches of advantage and breaking off the heated kiss. Vaggie felt dizzy, an unfamiliar pool forming in her stomach and drifting down, but was able to find her voice. "Wait! This is wrong." She turned her head, feeling a golden blush dance along her already darkened cheeks and a not so uncomfortable pull at the base of her neck and hair roots as she did so.
"Why?" Lute's eyes narrowed, predatory in her every movement. Her left hand was still embedded deep in the damp hair where Vaggie's head and neck attached, in full control of her movements, with some tension currently. She had pressed the younger exorcist flush against the lockers now, one of the locks imprinting in her skin as it pressed uncomfortably into the fabric of her nightgown.
"Errhh.. You told me not to quote scripture…" Vaggie felt the most conflicted she had ever felt in her life. Her mind was shouting the various scriptures she had memorized, but her body wanted to reconnect to Lute so badly it was overwhelming.
Lute rolled her eyes, almost playfully - could Lute be playful? "What? That bit about Sodom and Gomorrah? Or Levite's concubine? That was about the lack of hospitality and gang rape. Women are barely mentioned. Except as sex objects of course. Written for the times."
"And Paul's letters?" Lute had drawn closer again, lips at Vaggie's ear and she pressed her further against the lockers, wings pinned helplessly.
"That homophobe is the gayest of them all. He's a Saint here and trust me, he gets around. With other men." Lute started mouthing her exposed neck, careful not to form bruises that she knew would start rumors.
"But Leviticus…"
"Was actually referring to incest, based on the original translation, and is no longer valid regardless." Lute sucked in and twirled her tongue around a patch of skin just below Vaggie's chin, earning a gasp in response before continuing - Ok that one might actually bruise. "Adam loves shrimp and we're definitely wearing fabric of more than one type. All of those rules were to separate the Israelites from the Canaanites, and we're all Gentiles now."
"But there's other stuff in the New testament too…" Vaggie was weakly resisting, trying to draw her leg up to push Lute's body away and unpin herself, arms still crossed above her head in Lute's iron grip. Lute widened her stance to corral the limb.
"Referring to pederasty, where older men rape little boys in non-Christian rituals."
"Be fruitful and multiply? Dishonorable passions contrary to nature?" Vaggie felt like she was reaching now. She didn't have the clearminded-ness to argue with Lute's quick counters. They sounded almost rehearsed. She had clearly given this a lot of thought. And the heat from between her widened legs was so inviting…
"If God cared about that, wouldn't he forbid sex with a sterile or postmenopausal partner? Also there are many homosexual acts in animals. And don't even get me started on bonobos…" Lute's hand now drifted from its tight grip on Vaggie's roots to the strap of her nightgown, toying with it until it fell down her shoulder.
"He directly addresses sodomites in Corinthians…" Lute continued kissing her neck, pushing down the fabric of her garment until a very erect nipple was exposed.
"Paul again…" Lute smirked as another gasp rewarded her ears as she gently rolled the exposed nipple between her thumb and index finger. "and that's referring to idolatry again. Are you done?"
"I… I never considered another interpretation." Lute's mouth was now at her breast, her tongue doing the same thing that her fingers had been doing moments before, making Vaggie stutter her words as her neck arched backwards in bliss, eyes closed.
"Hmmm I wonder if I could get you to re-consider?" The question was clearly rhetorical as Lute finally released Vaggie's wrists to grip her clothed breast, bringing her thigh upwards to connect with Vaggie's core. She was soaked. And bare under the nightgown…
"Fuck… maybe…" She gasped in response, bucking her hips involuntarily, silently begging for more friction. Her hands fell to Lute's shoulders, making some show of pushing her away but putting very little effort into it.
Lute obliged, moving her left hand down ever. So. Slowly. Fingers trailing the soft fabric as she ghosted over where Vaggie wanted - no.. Needed - her most. She then took the opposite approach, hand slowly trailing up from Vaggie's knee before settling on her hip, under the attire, thumb rubbing small circles on the skin there, so close and yet so far away. Vaggie nearly screamed in frustration, Lute's tongue still dancing on her nipple and Vaggie convinced she was making a permanent wet spot where she stood. She had given up any semblance of resistance, both hands now drawn into Lute's short hair, holding her to ensure continued contact.
She was prideful, but her need was so great and fresh in her mind that she lost herself for a moment. "Lute. Please…."
"Hmmmm?" Lute nonchalantly continued her antics, seemingly unaware of her squirming quarry. She was new to this too of course, but she knew what she liked in bed, and found it translating wonderfully to her current prey.
"I need you…."
"Need me to what?" She smirked, knowing the effect she was having. She KNEW she was right about Vaggie. She would only later admit that she was right about herself as well, a dampness evident in her own clothed folds.
"Fuck me properly or not at all." The command in those words inflamed Lute in all the right ways. How DARE this exorcist talk to her like that. She abruptly stopped her antics and drew her left hand from beneath the cloth back to the exorcists nape, pulling the hair by the root in a painfully pleasant way. Vaggie's hands were at her wrist, but the resistance in her motions and eyes was gone, replaced only by a dark desperation, pupils blown and wanting.
"That's not how you talk to me sergeant."
"Ma'am…." Vaggie caught on quickly. And Lute rewarded her, crashing her mouth into hers as her right hand dove under the fabric into her dripping folds. She spent a few brief moments fumbling around, orienting herself, before bringing her index finger into Vaggie's warmth. She curled forward and almost came herself from the moan of pleasure that erupted into her mouth. But Vaggie wasn't there quite yet. Lute was unsure she had ever climaxed - certainly not in this form. Lute knew EVERYTHING that went on and who the biggest masturbation offenders were and who was allegedly sleeping with who. Vaggie's name never came up, except for some baseless rumors with her and Willow that always inflamed Lute's jealousy, before she even knew she was sexually attracted to women.
Vaggie was panting now, struggling to maintain her rhythm in their concurrent make out session as Lute thrust in and out repeatedly, adding her pointer finger. She felt that she'd achieve her stated goal continuing along this line of action, but knew what she herself preferred, and released Vaggie's hair to bring her other hand down. She dipped her thumb into Vaggie's labia for some lubrication before finding the nub to the anterior that Vaggie was desperately seeking friction for, likely unaware of her own anatomy as her hips ground forward against Lute's wrist. Vaggie tightened her interior grip on Lute's fingers as soon as her thumb made contact with her clit, mashing up against it with little precision and finally scratching the itch that Vaggie didn't know needed satisfaction. Lute swallowed her moans and continued thrusting against the tightness until she felt Vaggie's inner walls flutter and release, the exorcist nearly losing her footing from the intensity of it. Fortunately Lute still had her well pressed against the lockers and was able to jam her hips against hers to keep her upright. Lute busied herself with nibbling on the exorcists ear and doing her best not to make more bruises as the exorcist came down from her high, and Lute gently removed herself from within her.
"Joder… that was…."
Lute cut her off quickly. "Meet me in my quarters tonight." She pivoted and left the room as if nothing had happened. All business.