Janey’s breath in her ear that morning could have been categorized by any sane person as sexy, but Athena, who, until now, had been little more than a disquietingly effective tool of violence, didn’t feel exactly sane. Lacking any other frame of reference, she was forced to rely on her body’s responses—which, for possibly the first time in her life, she had no idea how to interpret. Her battle-honed instincts screamed for her to move, to run, as she sat, jittery, on the edge of someone else’s bed, clad only in her underclothes. But underneath the layers of trepidation, her heart pounded a rhythm that she couldn’t ignore: stay, stay, stay. Athena was so caught up in her own thoughts that she nearly missed Janey striding into the room; long, pale legs crossed the distance with a slight spring in their step and came to rest just within arm’s reach. She’d been in the Emporium, Athena noted absently, the tang of metal and machine oil a permanent addition to Janey’s scent, no matter how many times she tried to scrub it off. And try she had; telltale droplets still clung to the lithe muscle beneath Janey’s sensible, dark-colored panties, dotting them darker in the places she’d been careless about drying. Athena’s gaze followed the scar that rippled the length of Janey’s toned stomach, stopping to linger on her tantalizing, albeit covered, breasts—and to admire the way the water dripped between them. When her eyes finally landed on Janey’s face, wild blonde hair, already tucked into a band, framed a smirk that was equal parts amused and smug
New #borderlands fic!
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