Raven woke up to find Alara snuggled up against her chest, wearing only a pink lace bra and matching panties. Raven stared at Alara in disbelief, her voice coming out half-amused and half-annoyed. “Oh my god, Alara… you are so cringe. You literally pushed me down into the bed of our bedroom, didn’t you like this is some kind of anime where the guy says to a woman I'm going to push you down.
Alara giggled in amusement, as her fingers softly traced circles on Raven’s firm, flat stomach. “Come on, honey… you were making all those anime references. How could I not try one of those classic anime tropes? At least I didn’t make us appear in my pink princess-themed bedroom, or you would have the bed sheets over your head in embarrassment right now.”
Raven pressed her lips together, refusing to give in at first. But then she sighed, accepting defeat, her voice low with regret. “Okay… okay, Alara, you win. But you still have to take on a few responsibilities. You literally have to do nothing. That’s what subordinates are for just push off your work onto them. That’s what Darlene Wexler and Momma Jean are for. Just give them the work you dont want to do yourself. I do the same thing with my drones. They handle most of my tasks for me now because, after my horrible childhood, now I get to live the good life with you, So naturally I have become a bit lazy.”
Alara straightened up and then lifted her perfect, shapely legs as she sat on Ravens stomach, her fingers sliding down to Raven’s silky smooth legs, lightly squeezing and teasing Raven sensuously. “That makes sense… but for manipulating me, you need to be punished.”
Alara leaned down and captured Raven’s lips in a deep kiss. Raven’s eyes widened in surprise before closing, giving into the warmth of Alara's lips. Their bodies pressed together as Alara dominated the kiss, and Raven felt herself melting under Alara’s touch.
Hours later, they were both back inside the generator room, fully dressed again. Momma Jean was called back to guide them to the bunker’s water filtration plant. She walked slightly ahead, her eyes darting back and forth between Raven and Alara.
Momma Jean tried her best to keep quiet, but the heavy, almost glowing pink atmosphere between these two young women was impossible to ignore. The very air itself seemed tinted with a warmth and something pink she just couldn't describe, defying even the laws of physics. Internally, she scoffed at her own thoughts. “Then again… Raven fixed that entire generator in just a few hours. Who knows what’s possible anymore?”
They finally arrived at the water filtration plant a massive underground room filled with rusted pipes, cracked water tanks, and old control panels waiting to be fixed.
Before Raven could open her mouth to dismiss, Momma Jean she quickly lifted her walkie-talkie to her mouth, faking a transmission saying. “What’s that? You need help with supplies, Darlene? Don’t worry, I will be right there!”
The walkie-talkie crackled back to Momma Jean as Darlene’s voice came back through it, confused. “I didn’t call for your help, Momma Jean…”
Momma Jean froze mid-step, her face paling as she turned to glance at Raven. Then she forced a strained smile onto her face. “Ignore her! She's not coming through clearly. I’ll just be going now. Call me when you need my help again!”
Without waiting for a response, Momma Jean practically ran out of the room, leaving Raven and Alara standing alone. Alara chuckled softly, eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned closer to Raven, ready to watch her begin her next set of repairs.
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