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The banquet hall was majestic with it's high ceilings, symmetrical columns and stylish decor. The occasion truly felt grand - which was a harder feat than many gave credit for. The scenery almost subtracted from the latent anxiety Sayaka kept batting down. Her partner kept shooting her the stink-eye for it, well-concealed as it was.
Formally, Sayaka was Agent Kanno tonight. It was a codename taken from a singer she admired, a holdover from her days of dreaming to be a popstar. Her teenage self never could've imagined being in such a resplendent location in just a few short years - and as a spy, no less.
The task was simple; take off with some important documents and deliver them to a locker safely. For that purpose, she was paired up with a more experienced agent, going by the codename Celestia. The other woman was in no rush to tell Sayaka her true name, and she couldn't even argue, because she didn't feel comfortable telling Celestia her's either.
Sayaka declined dancing when approached, but Celestia had taken the dance floor for a few rounds. She seemed effortlessly gifted at it, too; stepping in time and managing to avoid her partners’ toes. Lucky. The only dancing Sayaka was good at was some half-learned choreography from a collection of musicals she liked and music videos.
When the song changed again, she watched Celestia curtsy to the man she'd been dancing with. Her fellow agent locked eyes with her and flicked her gaze to the doorway at the far edge of the room briefly. Sayaka may've been newer to this spy business, but she was very good at picking up cues like that, obvious as it was.
It took some time to make sure it wasn't obvious they were both inching out of the room, but eventually they had both slipped into the hallway and Sayaka found they were going in the direction they'd been told the restrooms were in. Celestia didn't look at her, and the pleasant veneer that'd been on her face in the banquet hall had been wiped clean off. That blank, disinterest face was precisely why Sayaka didn't really trust her.
"I suppose you're not entirely idiotic," Celestia whispered under her breath. Sayaka stopped mid-step, but, realizing that their might be cameras on the two of them right now, pushed herself to keep her pace.
"Thanks," she sarcastically replied, just as quietly. What a bitchy remark. The two neared a grand staircase, but instead of turning right to go to the restrooms, Sayaka schooled her expression as they ascended the staircase instead. So, what they were looking for was up here? It would be harder to take documents off of a person.
Celestia, again, led them, immediately turning left at the top of the staircase. Her head turned to look back down briefly, but once they were a ways into the hallway she seemed to relax a smidgen. Sayaka turned to her, eyebrow raised, but Celestia refused to look her way. Fine, be like that. It wasn't Sayaka's problem that her partner for the night was so snooty.
Speaking of Celestia, something Sayaka had immediately noticed about her was her painfully fake accent. It was almost physically painful to listen to, in an uncomfortable secondhand cringe sort of way. The inflections were all wrong and sounded like absolute voice murder, but the immediate aloof rudeness had stopped Sayaka from saying anything. Maybe something for the ride back to headquarters.
On that note, her skin was so pale that she looked like a vampire or something. Sayaka had initially suspected makeup, but aside from color contacts and some hair extensions, it seemed Celestia really was as she presented herself. Did she just never go outside or something?
An image of Celestia, done up in a lacy gothic lolita-type dress with a matching parasol crossed her mind. Yeah, she could definitely see her being the type to unironically use an umbrella to stave off the sun during the day. Maybe she really was a vampire.
Sayaka had gotten distracted enough that Celestia had to grab her wrist and yank her into the room they were apparently infiltrating. Once released, she rubbed the spot that had been mercilessly grabbed. What a strong grip for such a delicate-looking woman.
The room looked to be an office, just very upscale. There was a little closet, probably for storing coats, and fancy leather chairs that had to have cost an arm and a leg sat across a beautiful walnut desk. Man, what it was to have all the money in the world.
While Sayaka was wandering the room, Celestia pulled on a pair of gloves and was opening drawers and sifting through files. She didn’t pay any mind to Sayaka, but she had the distinct feeling her fellow agent was judging her for getting distracted. Let her be mad. It wasn’t Sayaka’s fault this was her first real gig.
“A-ha!” Celestia made a little triumphant noise. Sayaka whipped around, eyes landing on the orange envelope she held.
“Is that it?” she asked. Celestia gave her a withering glare in response.
“Yes, no thanks to you,” she affirmed. Rude. Sayaka had done plenty! Their cover hadn’t been blown wide off, an anxiety that kept haunting her, and the meager conversations she’d had could count as strengthening their cover instead. At the very least she seemed much more approachable and innocent than Celestia.
Just as Sayaka was about to congratulate them for a job well done, footsteps could be heard out in the hall. Both women froze. Against her hopes, they grew louder rather than quieter.
“Shit!” Celestia whispered. Sayaka was pulled by the arm to the coat closet before she could ruminate on that difference in tone. She and Celestia hid in the darkness amongst musty jackets and sweaters, Sayaka holding her breath for good measure. Please don’t come in, please don’t come in, pleas-
The door opened in spite of her silent pleas and Sayaka’s heart leapt into her throat. Someone was here…!
“Come in, come in…” a man’s voice, suave and faux-smooth, called. A second set of footsteps followed, along with a giggle. The sounds were muffled with all the coats in the closet, but Sayaka could make out the other person - presumably a woman? - mutter something low that made the man laugh.
“…es, well, it…” A part of her wanted to hear more, tempted to scoot closer to that sliver of light and press her ear to it. But Celestia still had a death-grip on her arm. If there was one thing the other woman did with brutal efficiency, it was reminding Sayaka of their mission.
Nothing of note seemed to be happening, though. The man was walking around the room with his guest, voice bleeding through every so often into half-comprehensible broken sentences. But then something interesting happened.
It got quiet - really quiet. Maybe they’d left? No, she shouldn’t get her hopes up. There’d been no footsteps back to the door, no metallic sound of the entrance being locked. Instead, into the empty air rang a… moan.
Oh.
That’s what this was??
Other sounds started to reach into the closet; lips and tongues smacking, pig-like squeals and some hushed sweet nothings from the man. Okay, there was no way this was how her first spy mission was going down. Stuck in a closet while two disgustingly wealthy people did the horizontal tango? Sayaka fake-gagged, if only to make herself feel better.
What a crappy way for this to go.
Even worse was the heat crawling up her neck. It might’ve been secondhand embarrassment, or perhaps just mortification for being in this position in the first place. But no, Sayaka knew herself better than that. There was no way this wasn’t…
A guttural groan from one of the two outside - Sayaka couldn’t even tell which one - made her heart skip a beat. Was this some secret kink she was discovering? Being a voyeur didn’t seem so bad when she was the one looking in. Nearby her in the closet, Sayaka could hear Celestia, her breaths having gotten shallower. Did she like it too?
Sayaka swallowed down the lump forming in her throat. They had to be quiet - she knew they needed to. The last thing either of them wanted or needed was to be discovered now of all times.
Even so, a thrum was building up inside her, heat pooling between her legs as she shifted on them, seeking release. Her mind wandered in circles, weighing the potential gain of striking while the iron was hot and the probability of such a thing getting them caught.
Just thinking about getting caught in that kind of compromising situation made her squeeze her legs together harder. Sayaka was sure she wasn’t such a pervert normally… This new job was really bringing out new sides of her, in ways she never predicted.
Celestia’s hushed gasp as she peered between the closet door were what sealed it for Sayaka. There was no time for second thoughts. Her hand flailed for Celestia’s shoulder in the dark and, finding purchase there, she leaned in. It was… messy.
Their noses smushed against each other, Sayaka barely getting a decent peck on the edge of Celestia’s mouth. In the darkness of the closet, Sayaka’s eyes were just adjusted enough to recognize Celestia’s eyes widening. She brought a shaky finger to her own lips. Hopefully, Celestia could see her silent warning.
The light reflecting off her piercing red eyes made them gleam like vivid crimson nail polish. What would they look like swallowed by black? There was only one way to find out.
Sayaka leaned in again, surprised to find no resistance as the sounds outside the closet grew louder. Their kiss easily bled from chaste to hot and heavy, tongues tangling in delicious heat that made Sayaka's whole body tingle pleasantly.
She couldn’t explain why, but she and Celestia both kept their eyes open as they kissed, only closing them when they needed to blink or if a nose poked too close. She watched, rapt, as red gradually shifted to a deep sanguine, chased to the far edges of intent irises.
It was like a game of chicken. Who would back out of this unofficial staring contest first? Who would be the first to completely give in to the building temptation that lingered between them?
This close, she could count each individual eyelash framing Celestia’s eyes. The thought made her squirm, legs pressing together tightly. Sayaka traced her hands along Celestia’s impossibly slim sides, while her partner raked manicured nails across her scalp, making her shiver.
The moans outside the closet, by this point, had blended together into a desperate harmony that was easily ignored for the roaring of Sayaka’s heartbeat in her ears. She ghosted her hand along Celestia’s cheek and tilted her head, deepening their kiss. Her reward? A muted rumble she could feel more than hear, deep down in Celestia’s throat. A spark lit at the center of her being the moment she registered it.
Sayaka absolutely had to hear more.
She levied her weight to press Celestia against the side of the closet, straddling her lap to keep her in place. Her fingers tilted her partner’s head up for their lips to meet again. Her entire body felt like a ball of fire - her very being, inside and out, was scorching with a desire for Celestia.
Her efforts were met, after some fumbling, with a hand firmly squeezing her hip and another cupping her breast over the elegant dress Sayaka had chosen for the assignment. A small, helpless noise escaped her as she rolled her hips, trying to find sweet friction for the throbbing that was building between her legs. Sayaka moved her hands up and down Celestia’s neck and cheeks rhythmically, holding on to the feel of it in a bid to keep herself under control.
She was already loud enough by herself, and this was already shaping up to be much, much better…!
A thud and click, and the two practically flew away from each other. Gasping for air, blue eyes and red eyes stared at each other, agape, as their ears perked. One second, two… There were no more voices. Had the man and woman gone?
Celestia seemed to be thinking much the same, as she peeked out the crack and into the light of the room beyond. Sayaka’s whole body was hot, thrumming with her own heartbeat and the embarrassing desire between her legs. That was… way too hot…
“They’re gone,” was all Celestia said before she opened the closet doors. Immediately, light poured in and Sayaka flinched, shutting her eyes against the sharp shift. Sayaka rubbed her eyes as they adjusted, pulling herself up on unsteady legs.
Celestia, always down to business, looked around. For what, Sayaka had no clue. She was too busy noting how adorably flushed her partner was, exceptionally pale complexion looking less vampire and more "living person" than it had all night.
The pounding had died down, just a distant thrum, but Sayaka could tell she was still flushed. It was less-so out of pleasure now as it was out of awkwardness. She... was not expecting that to happen. Least of all during her first proper spy gig.
Celestia put on a good show, but when she was satisfied with what she'd found, she turned back around to reveal still-dark eyes. Nowhere near as blood-black as they'd been earlier, but darker than they were at the beginning of the night. Sexy - the word sprang to mind, unbidden. Sayaka flushed at the intrusive thought.
"Let's go," she prompted with a curl of her fingers. Sayaka was in no position to resist, just shuffling along after the more experienced agent, mind still whirring. She'd really messed up, hadn't she? Caught up in the heat of the moment, Sayaka had let herself almost ruin their whole operation. Ugh, she was the absolute worst.
Celestia didn't give her a hard time about it, though. They snuck out a back door and out to their car, a shiny red sports car that had come out a year or two ago. Inside, the two put their seatbelts on in silence.
Sayaka could see herself ever-so-slightly in the glass' reflection, face beet red as she expected. But she also saw Celestia reflected there, eyes trained on her. Sayaka opened her mouth, but closed it, not finding the words she wanted to speak.
"That could've been a disaster," Celestia broke the silence. Sayaka almost sighed in relief. This she could handle. A chewing-out after that poor show was natural, deserved. She nodded.
"I-I'm sorry," Sayaka added for good measure. "I got caught up in the moment, and I let myself act... grossly unprofessional." Celestia's expression didn't shift. Just as she didn't nod her agreement, she didn't shake her head in dissention either. Was that... Did she want her to say more?
"I-"
"There's no need to explain yourself," Celestia cut her off. Sayaka, surprised, watched as Celestia looked away briefly. "The situation was hardly ideal, especially for one so inexperienced as you. I just hope that, next time, you can restrain yourself until we're in a proper location for such... activities."
Each word made Sayaka's eyes grow wider and wider, until they had to have looked like saucers. Wait just a second, hold on there...! What was this "we" business? Did Celestia... Did Celestia enjoy that as much as Sayaka had?
"You..." she breathed, hardly able to believe it. The growing, furious blush overtaking Celestia's face told her it must be true, that she can't have flubbed her words. She'd meant what she'd said. "We" and all.
"Shut up," Celestia growled. There was no real heat behind it, but it also lacked the signature fake accent she always used. Sayaka could feel her ears catch on fire at the stark contrast. Wow, Agent Celestia was actually really cute when she was all shy like this.
Perhaps the snark from earlier was just an outward persona. Knowing Sayaka's luck, it most likely wasn't. But hey, a girl could dream.
"Headquarters, then?" Sayaka asked. Celestia nodded.
"Then, we're going to pick back up where we left off," she husked. The glint in her eyes was a promise, one Sayaka couldn't escape from. That flame of desire stirred within her. Good. She wouldn't have it any other way.