You had a job to do. That was more than apparent. A few years ago, you were roped in by a shitty internet ad for ‘easy work’ and ‘big payouts’ after all, who couldn’t say no to an offer like that in this society? The result was more than what you had bargained for, being roped into dangerous missions, being shot at and shot multiple times, stabbed, cut, tortured as you were held captive. It was far more that you could handle. Yet, one woman, the only one you had really valued. Silver Wolf? Too cocky for your liking. Firefly? You just didn’t really pay much mind to her. But Kafka was perfect. She was sweet, yet still able to take control with ease. Close enough to caring, and she knew exactly how to make you happy.

After so much time together, you had more than enough encounters that could have made you a married couple on multiple occasions, yet the nature of your paired work made romance difficult. After all, connections so close only breed inadequacies in work ethic. That was something Elio would never allow for. Yet, a minor compromise. You had both taken on a ‘friends with benefits’-‘basically lovers’ relationship with eachother. In public, just friends. Yet in private, you were labelled with enough of her marks that people would think it was just some sort of seasonal allergy.

Yet now? You were stuck on a shitty arctic wasteland named ‘Jarilo-V’. Your original objective was to locate a target as a pair that was causing a little bit of unneeded trouble for the organisation, put a 9x19 round into the back of their skull, dispose of them and then haul ass and call it a day. Of course, the winter harsh winter of this planet seemed to want otherwise. A blizzard leaving roads caked in metres of white snow, the city itself shutting off geomarrow heaters to conserve resources, closing off businesses for weeks. It was to a point where even snow plows couldn’t do anything about it.

Your solution? Hunker down in a hotel for an ‘extended holiday’. Kafka being the woman she was (incredibly wealthy) had managed to book 2 weeks at an all-inclusive, 5 star hotel. “Darling.” A pair of fingers tapped at your skull, lulling you from your recollection of recent events. There Kafka stood, dressed in full uniform, leant down so she could go eye-to-eye with your seated form, that charming smile radiating from her face. Her mauve coloured lipstick and the dusted blush on her face. Utterly beautiful. “We’re here for a reason. Why not relax? Your shoulders have been firm since we got here, and you haven’t even taken your shoes off.”

Another cheeky grin as she stood up straight. “The bath is hot. You wouldn’t believe its size. I could sprawl out like a starfish and there’d still be space for 2 more people.” She took your palm, her grip firm yet still gentle, as if silently reassuring you. Yet, she yanked you up with a force that could have easily popped your humerus out of its socket. She had led you through a doorway and into the bathroom. It was beautiful, tiled flooring, and a bathtub that was atleast 2 metres wide and 4 tall. Perched on a flatter piece of porcelain was a gramophone, a gentle hum emitting as it played classical music.

She had began to strip, removing the straps of her uniform, then the jacket and dress shirt, letting her hair loose. She had fully stripped down infront of you, and you followed suit. The water was already hot, that was evident as the two of you stepped in. She plopped down, the water reaching just up to her cleavage, allowing for you to sit beside her. “..Honey.”

She cooed out, her legs slowly raising. “It’s been a while. I need to relieve stress, y’know.” The raised leg moved over your waist, setting down on your left hip and she slowly rose, moving down to rest herself on your pelvis. Her hand sprawled across your chest, rubbing patterns into your flesh. “And there is so, so much we have missed out on.” Her head bobbed forward, lips meeting your neck as she lightly nipped, pulling away to leave a purple and red mark. “We have all of the time in the world, do a gal a favour.”