Molly Gets Wet

Baerbel was not sure what the angel meant by creators and firstborns, but she understood civil strife well enough.

"I see," the damon grunted. "I am sorry lives were destroyed by your infighting. Only my ambitions were victim to the same among the damon."

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It took a moment for Cipo to remove her eyes from Molly as the bob-haired woman exited the bath. It seemed the fatty chests of human females had a great range of size.

"Shall we find a place to listen in?" she asked Kyra, raising her voice in order to invite Vesyka into the conversation.

Dumriel nodded softly. "Your wounds should be healed now, both external and internal." She said, a gentle smile on her face.

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The two guards were already on their way into the changing rooms, but Molly was ahead of them. If Doris had no way of knowing she was needed, she had to tell her. She ran through the large changing room, looking down row upon row of lockers. All were empty...

Except one, at the very end of the room, in the far corner.

There was someone here, but it was immediately apparent to Molly this was not Doris. For one, this woman was much taller, over tree feet taller than Doris and with long crimson hair. She was toned as well, like Doris, but with her much larger build, the muscles stood out more. The only thing the woman had on was a black frilled pair of underwear and a bra that she was currently tightening around her own ample chest. SHe was dripping with bath water, as if she had just come from the baths, yet Molly was certain she had never seen her in the baths.

"Uh... Excuse me?" She called out. The woman's body stiffened at the sound of her voice, and she turned to look at Molly. Her eyes were a blood red, and the smallest hint of a fang was visible between her rose colored lips. For some reason, a surprised look came over the woman at the sight of Molly. Had she not been expecting someone to see her? "I'm looking for a friend of mine. Short brown haired girl, glasses, hair all braided out in a long ponytail. Have you seen her?"

The woman's body laxed. "Yes. She ran off in a hurry." The woman finally said, in an alluringly deep voice. There was an accent with it, one which sounded Eurasian to her, but different from Doris's Russian accent. "Ran off putting on her skirt. What you need to tell her?"

Molly shrunk under the woman's gaze. Now that the initial surprise seemed to have worn off of her, there was something which put her on edge, perhaps how the larger woman was looking at her, her eyes drooping ever so slightly, the corners of her mouth twisting up. It seemed wrong and offputting. "I... There's a guard meeting. An emergency... I wanted to tell her that..."

The woman smiled. "Thank you." She said, before she ran a hand through Molly's hair. "You're a sweet girl. Some advice, however." The smile faded, and her eyes darkened. "That guardswoman, Micah... She is dangerous to be around. If you know what's best, you'll stay away from her."

"Wait, what? Why? She... She's not a bad person, is she?" There was something else that seemed off to Molly, but she couldn't quite pin down what it was.

The larger woman turned and began to walk away. "She's dangerous to be around, Molly. For your sake, stay away from her. I'll warn you just this once."

She walked out of the row of lockers, and that was when something finally clicked for Molly. She chased after her. "Hey, how did you-"

She was gone. The window next to the lockers creaked shut.

"Molly, you haven't changed your clothes yet?" Demmy's voice reached her. Molly saw Demmy walk over to her, her own swimsuit already melted away and replaced with her Violet Bar uniform. "Were you talking to someone?"

"I.... Yes, I think I was... but they ran.... out the window." Molly said. "I couldn't find Doris, though."

Demmy sighed. "It's okay. I'm sure she knows either way. Doris has ways of knowing things she shouldn't. I'm sure she'll be at the meeting. Now let's get you changed up..."

Kyra turned towards the sound of Baerbel's voice, smiling as she saw the damon.

"Some city-wide meeting. Cipo and I were going to watch at the bath's entrance on a TV. You can join us if you like."

She scanned the damon quickly with her eyes. "Shit, you look good as new. What did they use on you?"

"There's your proof that you're an angel Vessy!" Kyra grinned, turning towards the change rooms ahead of her. Her face fell as she realized Vesyka had already disappeared inside.

"She is a little," Kyra agreed, still staring at the opening to the changing room. Her brows were furrowed. "Maybe it's because we're naked? The bubbles aren't hiding our bodies out here."

She pursed her lips and wrapped her arms tight around herself. Without a towel she was getting chilly as the water evaporated off her skin. "Or it could be the previous night. That would fuck up anyone's mood. I just hope she's okay."

“Yeah,” Kyra nodded. “Good idea. Thanks Cipo.”
She gave Cipo and Baerbel a quick wave before she hurried inside the changing room, picking a towel off the rack on her way in.

Her heart skipped a little when she arrived to find the changing room seemingly empty. Was Vesyka already gone? Kyra wrapped the towel around her shivering wet body as she scanned the room. Vesyka's locker was open, and it was empty.

Kyra's lips moved to pronounce a curse, but stopped before the first syllable when she noticed a pair of pale feet in the gap of a bathroom stall. She couldn't help but giggle in relief. She had forgotten about Vesyka's habit of undressing herself in the privacy of bathroom stalls whenever they visited a pool. As she raised her towel to her head to dry off her long, soaked hair, she watched as Vesyka worked a pair of long grey pants up her legs.

“You scared me you know,” Kyra told her as she wrung out her hair. “Didn't know you were hiding in there. Thought you left without saying goodbye.”

There was no answer from the bathroom stall as Kyra continued to dry herself off. Her eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Vessy, are you really okay?”

“Yes,” answered a soft voice from the other side of the door. It didn't take a genius to tell that Vesyka didn't mean it.

Kyra decided to wait for Vesyka to finish dressing before pressing the issue. By the time she had dried herself off and pulled her undergarments on, there was a small click as the stall unlatched.

“Hey,” Kyra said, looking up in the midst of pulling on her jeans as Vesyka walked out. They made eye contact for a moment, and Kyra noticed the red blush around her friend's wet eyes. “... Vessy, what's wrong?”

Vesyka quickly turned away to hide her face. “It is nothing.”

“Crying in a bathroom stall isn't nothing,” Kyra protested as she fastened a heavy belt around her waist, from which hung pouches and two holsters. Once her pants were secure, she walked over to Vesyka's side, not caring that she still had to pull on a shirt. Vesyka was still facing away from her, wiping her face with her sleeve in an effort to hide the evidence.

“You can talk to me, Vessy,” Kyra told her, resting against one of the sinks. “You can tell me anything, you know that?”

After a moment of silence, Vesyka responded with a sniffle. “Where is Cipo?”

"Waiting out with Baerbel, I think," said Kyra. “She noticed you were upset. Wanted to give us some space.”

Kyra studied her friend for a moment. “Is this about last night?”

“It – No. It is not.” Vesyka pressed her palms together, entwining her thin fingers, and looked down towards the floor. Kyra watched her take a deep breath in before Vesyka looked back up. Their eyes met.

“I need to tell you something very important, Kyra.”

Kyra smiled gently, but a growing sense of concern began to gnaw at her. “Is this a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Oh, I think it’s very good,” said Vesyka. “But that depends… what you think.”

“What do you mean?” Kyra tilted her head.

Vesyka hesitated, her mouth open to answer but frozen in time. She glanced quickly around the changing room. “… Maybe this is not the best place to say.”

Kyra’s smile transformed into a toothy grin. “You’re not trying to put this off, are you?”

“No!” Vesyka’s pale cheeks began to turn pink. “I just – I do not think this is – this is a changing room.”

“Yeah?”

“So I should really tell you in a proper place.”

“What? Like where?”

“Someplace that is more rom–” Vesyka stopped herself, then clenched her hands into fists. “Never mind,” she sighed. She took a long, deep breath and met Kyra’s eyes once more.

“I think I love you.”

“Oh, that’s –“ It took a few seconds for the true meaning in Vesyka’s words to hit home. Kyra’s eyes grew wide as realization struck her like a lightning bolt, and she just about slipped off the sink she was resting on.

“Huh,” she said numbly, after a moment of uneasy silence.

Vesyka was already backpedaling with equally wide eyes. “I am sorry.”

The apology snapped Kyra out of her stupor, and she rushed to her smaller friend’s side. “Nononono, you have nothing to apologize for!” she assured her, holding Vesyka’s shoulders so she couldn’t backpedal further. “Nothing! Like I said, you can tell me anything, I just – I just wasn’t expecting that, is all.”

She gave a nervous laugh, but stopped short as a second bolt of realization hit her.

“Oh no – Cipo – in the baths!” Kyra slapped her forehead with her palm. “Fuck, that’s why you were crying earlier. Vessy, I’m so sorry.”

“Oh... oh that’s okay,” Vesyka stammered. “You did not know.”

“No, I should have been paying more attention.” Kyra returned to the locker she had been changing from and collapsed onto one of the benches. A million thoughts and feelings were running through her head now, and she stared down at the floor between her knees as she tried to focus. This conversation was really happening, wasn’t it? Was Vessy serious? What the hell did she even see in a her – in an outlaw from society with no identity? No one had ever confessed to her like this before. She had admirers in the past, of course. Partners too. But those were all between acquaintances or strangers. They were single nights – hook-ups – nothing serious or long-lasting. But Vesyka wasn’t that kind of woman. What she was confessing to Kyra now was something else entirely. Something completely foreign to her until now. And as she searched through her normally cunning mind, she found no answers as to how to proceed.

Vesyka’s voice startled her from her thoughts. “Are you okay?” The silver-haired woman had sat down next to her without her notice, head tilted sideways as she searched Kyra’s face with concern.

Kyra couldn’t help but smile at how the tables of their conversation had turned. “Yeah. I think so, Vessy.” She straightened her posture and sat back, supporting herself with her arms. “I just need time to think about this. About us.”

She met Vesyka’s gaze. “I hope you can understand, Vessy. This is all new to me, you know?”

Vesyka nodded solemnly. “Yes, I… I understand. This is new to me as well.”

“Makes me feel a little better,” Kyra giggled. “Hey, Vessy? Thank you, for telling me this.” She smiled as she saw the flush return to her friend’s cheeks. “It’ll take me some time to figure this all out. I know we’ll be… parting ways, soon. Me escorting the pientans home, you escorting that Alex guy home. But I think – I hope – when we meet up again that I’ll have an answer for you.”

“That – yes. That sounds very fair.” Vesyka agreed. She looked nervously back towards the exit of the changing room. “But what about Cipo?”

“I’ll let her know I’m off limits at the moment. I’ll stay away from anyone else too, okay? I promise – woah!”

Vesyka had thrown herself at Kyra and wrapped her thin arms around her a surprisingly strong hug that defied her petite frame. “Thank you, Kyra.”

“What for?” Kyra wheezed, though she happily accepted the hug.

“For taking this so seriously.”

“Hey, of course.” Kyra couldn’t help but smile, however. “You know I’m still in my bra, right?”

She could feel Vesyka’s blush through the hug, and her smile grew broader. “Let me finish getting dressed,” she giggled. “Then we’ll find Cipo. She’s probably cold.”