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So, okay, the Armorless Union wasn't a bad gig, exactly, it's just, like—
—well, first of all, she was pretty sure they were sending her on a suicide mission here, because Rhodes Island is full of absolute weirdoes with weapons not even the Major would let in, and the ones without weapons are the absolute weirdest.
And also Maria Nearl is a big dumbass lunk with all her sense reserved for the machine shop, so honestly it's boring to keep tabs on her, anyway. Platinum's reports end up looking like this:
Radiant Knight on deployment (classified). Maria Nearl spent 72 hours in the machine shop, 2 of which were fully spent getting excited about anvils.
Radiant Knight on deployment (classified) (again) (did you think they were going to tell me shit? no). Maria Nearl spent 2 hours lifting weights because I guess her stupid biceps aren't good enough for her yet.
Radiant Knight on base and questioned "Doctor" about my employment. Doctor is either stupid or a liar because she said she trusts me. Maria Nearl tied her hair back with a bandanna today instead of with a ribbon, which was kind of a fashion innovation. Cute.
All right, there's a few advantages to following Maria Nearl around, especially when she gets a little bold and just goes up and talks to her and asks her why the hell she's been awake for 48 hours straight working on a new sword.
The baby Radiant Knight really isn't suspicious enough for her own good, either. Like, she is a little, because you don't live long as a noble in Kazimierz if you don't understand a few things, but then it's like, "Oh, you're working for Rhodes Island now? Phew!" and Platinum almost rolls her eyes right out of her skull.
Almost, because please. You don't take your eyes off a woman who looks like Maria "Blemishine" Nearl when you're lucky enough to have her in front of you.
And as they start spending more time together, one thing leads to another, and—
Platinum smooths both her hands up Maria's thighs, slowly, appreciating the contours of her musculature. Maria, her golden hair loose and pooling behind her on the bed, tries to sit up a little bit, perfect washboard abs flexing from the effort.
"Plat, please, I'm dyingggg..." Her voice is breathy, with a slight whiny pitch in it; it's a little pathetic. It's also really cute.
"I'm just appreciating you," says Platinum, nudging her girlfriend's legs open a little wider, dragging her thumbs along those magnificent thigh muscles. And the Armorless Union's still paying her to be here! Not that she'd take any other assignments from them at this point, but it really sweetens the deal. "Don't worry. The anticipation won't kill you."
To punctuate that, she leans in between Maria's legs, drawing her tongue along the center of her folds, and Maria responds by almost bucking her hips hard into Platinum's face.
"Hey—" Platinum mutters, muffled, and presses her palms down against those glorious thighs, doing her best to pin them to the bed. Every woman in the Nearl family is unfairly built, but her archer's strength isn't too shabby, either.
"Ah, that's—" Maria's breath catches in her throat, and she lets out a long sigh as Platinum's tongue finds its way to circle her clit. "That's really—really nice—"
Platinum gives a little snort, which only seems to get Maria even more worked up as it vibrates against her. "You're a really good girl, aren't you. Way too good."
Maria laughs, soft and breathless. "Ehe—well, isn't that your type, after all?"
"Mm—well. Something like that..." Well—all right, all right, it does have its appeal. There's something kind of refreshing about someone who doesn't have all those layers of misdirection and cynicism and appearances, which most of the Kazimierz upper crust is layered in so thick you could never get them undressed. Maybe there's something sexy about earnestness, from the outside. "Yeah. Sure, why not."
And before Maria can get too talky again, Platinum drags her tongue in a firm circle, fingers digging into skin, and Maria shuts up right quick, except to gasp, and flex her legs closed a little bit, like she could trap the sensation against her skin.
Which gives Platinum a weird feeling like her head could be crushed in here, but like—it's hot. It's hot, and Maria is so deliciously quick to get worked up and to get absolutely moaning, voice pitching upwards, tail swishing back and forth beside her, and when she reaches down toward Platinum's hair, she's thinking, yeah, she absolutely wants to be shoved down by those incredible biceps—
—except instead of that, Maria just... laces her hands in Platinum's hair very gently. Softly, despite the calloused strength in her palms, and that throws her off for a sec. She glances up, and—Maria's looking down at her through her pale eyelashes, smiling like she's the happiest woman in the world.
The Armorless Union thought the baby Radiant Knight was dangerous? Man. They really had no idea how so. Maria comes, gasping, legs locking around Platinum's back and hips flexing against her tongue; every muscle shines with a light sheen of sweat.
And as the youngest scion of the Nearl family bundles up an Armorless Union assassin into her arms, the assassin can't help but think— Damn. She really is radiant.