Flower
Satya leans up from her bed and frowns as the sight of a lotus blossom resting delicately on her bedside table. When she’d fallen asleep the night before, the only thing that had been on the table had been her work tablet (now missing). Certainly not a lotus; she’s miles away from where she could even easily find one!
“Hola mi luz,” Sombra says, making Satya stiffen at the Mexican hacker’s sudden appearance. “Like the present?” she asks, nodding at the flower.
Satya bites back a sigh, noticing her work tablet in Sombra’s hands. That had certainly been hacked. Damn it.
“It’s lovely,” she says coolly, reattaching her prosthetic. “Did you think it would be a good enough to distract me from you stealing my tablet again?”
“No, but I thought it would make you smile because of how pretty and perfect it is,” Sombra says with a shrug, putting the tablet down carefully. “By the way, your bosses up are to super shady shit in Río.”
“If you hadn’t stolen my tablet I would be completely distracted by the lotus’s loveliness,” she promises, voice dry. “But now, I’m just a bit annoyed and it mars the blossom’s beauty.”
“Sorry mi luz,” Sombra pouts, leaning against a wall. “What would it take for you to forgive me?”
Satya smiles, one barefoot on the ground, just as if she was about to step out of bed. She glances at her tablet clock and sees its earlier than she needed to get up, which gives her time.
“You’ll be forgiven if you give me three orgasms within the next hour. If you succeed, not only that, but I’ll wear your flower to the meeting.”