Penalty Box (Kennedy/Satsu/Cassie Lang)
Title: Penalty BoxAuthor:
Right, I actually went and checked to be sure this time… Buffy the Vampire Slayer
, Angel: the Series
, and all associated characters belong to Fran and Kaz Kuzui. With a myriad of writers, artists, and editors, actual rights are a nightmare when you go near a comic book universe. Suffice it to say that Marvel Entertainment LLC owns all of the property printed in their comics, along with the television and movie adaptations of said same property. Not mine, don't sue, and so forth and so on.Summary:
"RPG references? Your girlfriend is such a geek." "Why is she suddenly my girlfriend when she blurts out stuff like that?" "Cuz I already sat in the penalty box known as Nerd Dating. Now it's your turn. So shut up, sit down, and take one for the team."Joe's Note:
Continuing my string of posting things I found and revised/updated during a ruthless purge of my WIPs/incomplete/stalled/abandoned folder, this is an offshoot of the (in)famous Trigamy
that tried to fuse the rough plot line from that with the Ultimate Universe AND Young Avengers. That it didn't really work out as intended is the politest thing I can say about it, and so it's sat unused and unposted on my computer since March 2009 or so. This separates out the B-plot, streamlines it, and brings in some pieces that I'd partially written but never finished and properly incorporated. Enjoy.
Charisse Kennedy knew before she opened her eyes that the last thing she wanted to do was… open her eyes. It was that strange, inexplicable feeling of foreboding that she'd had before the first day of school each year, on the day she'd decided to come out to her parents, on the day an unknown, middle-aged British woman had walked up to the front door of their summer home and demanded to speak with her, or on the morning of the battle with The First. The feeling that by the end of the day, something in her life would have changed forever, usually not for the better.
Yeah, she'd take a pass on that.
Since facing another of Those Days sounded about as much fun as shooting herself in the ass with a crossbow, Kennedy opted to try and roll over and sink back into the blissful embrace of sleep. Try being the operative term; a strange scent tickled at her nose and Kennedy went still as she took a deeper sniff. It was… perfume? Lotion? Body wash? Something that was both vanilla and… Kennedy sniffed again. Rosewood? What an odd combination. Well, whatever the source of the smell was, it definitely wasn't coming from her. And since Xander would die before he wore something like that - and she'd die before hopping in bed with him - that could only mean one thing.
She'd gotten back on the horse.
The horse was with her.
Opening her eyes, Kennedy found herself face to face with a completely adorable blonde girl. It was like someone had taken the best parts of Dawn, Rowena, and Willow's ex-girlfriend Tara and blended them into one person. She had Dawn's delicate, graceful features and pale skin combined with Rowena's golden blonde hair and… Kennedy lifted the sheets so she could take a peek beneath, refreshing her memory. Yup. While the constant physical activity tended to keep Kennedy's fellow Slayers a bit thin and wiry, this girl was curvy, like Tara had been. Well hot damn. Even when out drinking with her fake ID, she still had taste. Willow and the furball the redhead had replaced her with could kiss her ass.
Kennedy reached out, delicately tracing her fingertips along the blonde's ribs and down her side. It was so strange to feel actual soft flesh again. Her most recent liaisons had been with fellow Slayers who'd seen the logic of mutually beneficial itch scratching, and before that had been Willow. While Kennedy had loved the redhead - or at least thought she had at the time - Willow's switch to a vegan diet hadn't done her figure any favors. Who cared if the redhead could see the aura around all living things and watch it snuff out when a cow died? The meat was dead by the time it made it to a supermarket or restaurant. Where was the harm in eating it?
Unfortunately, her idle exploration roused her bedmate from her slumber. Sleepy blue eyes blinked at Kennedy before going wide. "You're not Satsu."
"Uh, no?" Kennedy's good mood sank. Had she slept with someone else's girlfriend? Not that it would affect her life in the long run; what happens in Vegas stayed in Vegas and all. Still… awkward. And it probably meant there was zero chance of a repeat performance. "My name is Charisse Kennedy; call me Kennedy. Is Satsu your girlfriend? Because if you're in a relationship, I am really, really sorry that-"
Shaking her head quickly, the blonde giggled softly at the question. "Satsu? My girlfriend? She wishes. No, she's just my roommate but I figured that if anyone was in my bed, it was probably going to be her. Mostly because she's been trying to get in my pants for weeks now. Although… God, there's going to be no living with her when she finds out about this. I told her I wasn't into girls but she swore her gaydar was one hundred percent accurate. Guess we know which one of us was right."
Kennedy pulled her hand back slowly, eyeing her bed partner uncertainly. "Wait a minute, you're not some straight girl having her Katy Perry moment with me, are you?" That just got her a confused look and so Kennedy elaborated. "You know, pound a few rounds and then 'I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It'?"
"No, I was always sorta on the fence… there was definitely some UST between me and my friend Kate before she got herself a boyfriend. I just wanted Satsu to back off and let me figure stuff out on my own, so I told her I was definitely straight. I didn't like being told I was a lesbian; I wanted to find out for myself whether I was or not. Kinda like I did last night." Reaching out, she captured Kennedy's retreating hand with hers and pulled it to rest on her hip again, covering it with her own and running her thumb gently over the Latina's knuckles. "Oh! I'm sorry. I just realized you have no clue who I am. I'm Cassie. Cassie Lang."
Why was that name so damn familiar? Kennedy sat up in bed and stretched, grinning as the sheets pooled around her waist and Cassie licked her lips before blushing and looking away. Figuring her little bit of exhibitionism was working as planned, Kennedy slowly twisted back and forth to work non-existent kinks out of her back. She realized belatedly that Cassie wasn't staring at her… the blonde was staring past her. "What?"
"No, we've gone over this. I'm Kennedy." Pausing, Kennedy slowly turned to see what Cassie found so entrancing… and discovered that the king-sized bed had a third occupant: a slim Asian girl with shoulder length black hair who was nibbling on the corner of her pillow as she slept. "Oh. I'm guessing that's Satsu?"
Nodding, Cassie leaned over and tried to pull the pillow away from her friend's mouth, squeaking and yanking her hand back as the petite Asian nearly managed to take a bite out of her instead. "Satsu Tani, in the flesh." Lifting the edge of the sheet, Cassie peeked underneath before blushing even darker and dropping it. "In the too much flesh. So wow, I'm not just a lesbian, I'm a slutty lesbian. Go me. Learn something new every day."
Kennedy laughed, carefully climbing over Cassie and slipping out of the bed as Homer Simpson's enthusiastic cry of 'the mail is here!' emerged from her abandoned pants. Her nudity didn't bother her; after spending so much time 'skyclad' with Willow for this ritual or that observance - and a few reasons she was relatively sure the redhead made up just to make Kennedy run around their house naked - she really didn't notice it anymore. As she dug out her iPhone, she called out to the blonde on the bed. "Could be worse. You could be a whoreish lesbian."
"What's the difference?"
"Sluts don't charge. Means we don't get arrested for soliciting." Cassie giggled and Kennedy shot her a wicked grin before looking down at her iPhone. Mail from Xander? Her brow arched as Kennedy opened it up and skimmed the contents. He'd made contact with a SHIELD agent named Rebekah Drew, who was part of something called the 'Young Ultimates Initiative' and he wanted Kennedy to keep an eye out in case she ran into the woman's teammates. Skimming the list of names, two jumped out at her: Cassandra Lang and Satsu Tani. Kennedy looked up at the pair of girls on the bed. Cassie was probably short for Cassandra, and both girls' last names matched. Well shit. Wasn't that just her luck? Oh well. Keep your friends close, your enemies closer, and the hot chicks naked in your bed.
Backing out of Mail, Kennedy returned the phone to the back pocket of her leather pants and dropped them on the floor. For once, she was more than willing to follow directions: 'I'm investigating a situation, hold your position'. After all, her current position had two very lovely young ladies she'd enjoyed the hell out of the night before. And maybe could enjoy again this morning. "So… what did you think of your first trip to the Dyke Side, Cassie?"
"I… err…" Blushing faintly, Cassie looked down at her hands as she traced patterns on the comforter. "I don't really remember. If I think really hard, I can catch these little flashes of stuff with you and with Satsu and watching you with Satsu… but yeah. Sorry? I hope you don't feel offended or anything."
Kennedy grinned wickedly, approaching the edge of the bed and holding out a hand to Cassie. "Well… I don't have anywhere to be, you don't have anywhere to be, and I'm sure a room with a bed this nice comes with a swanky bathroom. What do you say we go take a look and then give your first time a second try?"
Looking uncertain, Cassie took Kennedy's hand and allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. "I don't know. I mean, last night solved the 'do I like girls?' question pretty damn effectively… but I mean, I barely know you. And, well, it's a lot easier to be daring when you can blame it on the booze the next morning."
"Well, you know what they say… what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." Kennedy nodded over towards what she assumed was the room's door; if she was nodding at the closet or something, she was going to feel really stupid later when it came time to leave. "So let's have some fun. If you want, you can throw me out and we'll probably never see each other again." Cassie still looked uncertain and so Kennedy gave a languid stretch, running her hands up and down her sides slowly before bringing them up to cup and squeeze her own breasts. "Tell you what. I'm going to go take a shower. If you want to join me, you'll know where to find me."
As she passed, Kennedy reached out and gave the blonde a pat on the ass, making Cassie squeak in surprise. The Slayer chuckled and made her way into the bathroom, idly wondering how it compared to the bathroom of the room she and Xander had never made it to the night before. The fluffy towels all seemed standard hotel fare and so she threw one over the hook near the shower stall and turned on the water. It took a few minutes of puttering around to assemble the necessary toiletries: a mix of the standard travel-sized samplers that one normally found in hotels and stuff stolen from Satsu's bag. As she swung the shower stall's door open, a wave of humid air rolling over her skin, a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind. Looking back over her shoulder, Kennedy found Cassie smiling shyly at her. "Don't suppose you want to, uh, conserve some water?"
Chuckling, Kennedy turned around and took Cassie by the hands, slowly tugging the unresisting blonde into the shower with her. "Why not? After all, we all have to do our part to help the environment…"
Given that she'd actually woken up only seconds after Cassie, Kennedy was surprised at how long it took Satsu to show her face. She had already shampooed and rinsed Cassie's blond tresses and was in the middle of working conditioner into them when a faint buzzing sound reached her ears. It was followed by a squeal and a thump, and she exchanged curious looks with Cassie before opening the shower door and peeking her head out. Sitting on the tile floor of the bathroom, Satsu raised a hand and wiggled her fingers. "Hey."
"Hey yourself." Kennedy furrowed her brow as she stared at the girl, wondering why she seemed familiar. She wasn't a superhero fangirl the way Xander and Andrew were, so that wasn't it. Hmm. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks, and her eyes widened. "Wait a minute, I knew your name sounded familiar. You're that Satsu, aren't you? Buffy's Satsu?"
Rolling her eyes, Satsu forced herself to her feet and then crossed her arms over her bare chest defensively. "Trust me. I'm not Buffy's anything. She made that quite clear."
Kennedy blinked but wisely opted to keep her mouth shut on the subject. "Huh. Well, I'd heard you'd left the Council. So, how the hell did you end up as a superhero? Because seriously, if I'd known that severance package was available when Willow dumped me, I definitely would have picked it over Cleveland. Nothing against Xander or anything, but you spandex types are definitely easier on the eyes."
"Gee thanks. And it's a long story… that I'd be happy to tell you if that shower's got room for three." Satsu looked around the bathroom and gave an exaggerated shiver. "The air out here may be warm and a bit humid, but it's not warm enough for me to enjoy standing here naked. So… how curious are you?"
Turning to Cassie, Kennedy raised an eyebrow. The blonde rolled her eyes before raising her voice. "Get your ass in here. Mostly because I want to know how you and Kennedy know each other. I feel really left out."
Satsu laughed as she accepted the invitation, slipping past Kennedy and into the shower. "You feel left out? You two left me lying in bed when you came in here to fool around in the shower." Kennedy shrugged unapologetically even as Cassie blushed a bit at the observation. "And we don't actually know each other. We know of each other. Her ex and my ex are best friends, but we never actually got to meet each other. Before now, obviously."
"Oh. Okay. Hey wait a minute." Cassie reached around Satsu and grabbed Kennedy by the wrist, tugging gently. "How do you know about us being superheroes? We're not supposed to go public until after the Reserves do, and they're forever away from being useful."
Chuckling softly, Kennedy met Cassie's curious gaze over the top of Satsu's head. "Well, if I hadn't already known? You kinda just confirmed it for me." Cassie's delightful, full body blush returned but she didn't look away from Kennedy. "Let's just say I work for people who sometimes work with - but don't work for - SHIELD. We get info on their people so we don't jump into the wrong fights, which cuts down on friendly fire. You're one of their people." Granted she'd never actually read any of the files because none of SHIELD's assets were active in Cleveland, but close enough to the truth. "And, you know, you confirmed it."
Cassie thought about that for a moment, her eyes bouncing from Kennedy to Satsu and back. "Oh. So… Satsu, I'm going to guess you used to work for the other people that Kennedy still works with, but jumped ship to work with SHIELD?" Satsu nodded. "So then are you an offshoot of the X-Men, or a totally separate mutant group, or-"
Raising an eyebrow at the direction of conversation, Kennedy opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by Satsu wiggling past Cassie before hugging the blonde from behind. "You know, for a shower with three naked, nubile young women in it, there's an awful lot of talking going on in here…"
"Too much talking." Leaning in, Kennedy bypassed Cassie entirely as she pressed her lips against Satsu's, wrapping her own arms around the blonde and resting her hands on Satsu's hips, pinning Cassie between them. When they finally parted, Kennedy waited just long enough to take a breath before switching targets and kissing Cassie too. Knowing that the blonde was comparatively inexperienced, the Latina spent far longer with her lips on Cassie's before eventually pulling back. "What do you think?"
Cassie's response was physical, rather than verbal.
As Kennedy stood in front of the bathroom mirror with a pair of purloined scrunchies, trying to decide between the more adult ponytail and playful pigtails, she heard a groan from her right. Looking over, she found Cassie holding up some red and black hair extensions. "Satsu, I still don't get what I'm supposed to do with all these extensions and shit that you talked the PR stylist into adding to my 'look'. That's like, level forty Styling ability and I'm only level three. Been too busy spending my experience points on things like Giant-Sized Combat."
"Don't look at me." Leaning forward, Satsu raised her eyeliner pencil and went to work. "That's why I wear mine in a ponytail. I just thought they'd look cute on you."
Kennedy, however, was stuck on something else entirely. "RPG references? Your girlfriend is such a geek."
Letting out a groan, Satsu frowned but didn't look away from the mirror. "Why is she suddenly my girlfriend when she blurts out stuff like that?"
"Because, I already sat in the penalty box known as Nerd Dating. Now it's your turn. So shut up, sit down, and take one for the team."
"I'm not a nerd!"
Satsu and Kennedy exchanged looks before turning to look over at Cassie. Whose argument was slightly damaged by the fact that she was standing there in a matching Batman bra and panty set. "…yes, dear."