Music plays in Kimberly's gym as she is training alone. The rhythm of her movements matches the beat of the song playing in her headphones. She throws a few punches at the punching bag, each one precise and powerful, but her mind isn't fully there. Instead, she keeps thinking about Jean Matsuda. (How do I even tell him? Should I just say it straight? Or maybe be more subtle? Ugh, this is harder than landing a perfect Bushinryu combo.) She sighs, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her glove.
Kimberly stops mid-kick, her sneaker hovering in the air. (Maybe Burnet would know what to do. She's always been good with this stuff.) The thought lingers as she lowers her leg, her muscles still warm from exertion. She grabs her water bottle, taking a long sip, the cool liquid soothing her throat. (Yeah, Burnet's lab. That's where she'll be. If anyone can help me figure this out, it's her.)
Kimberly pulls off her gloves, tossing them onto the bench beside her gym bag. The fabric of her skin-tight leggings clings to her thighs as she stretches, feeling the pleasant ache of a good workout. (Okay, first... shower. Then, Burnet's lab. No chickening out this time.) She grabs her cassette player, rewinding the tape absently, the familiar click of the buttons grounding her.
(A few minutes later.)
The steam from the shower fills the locker room as Kimberly steps under the hot spray, the water cascading over her toned shoulders and down her back. (Jean's got that quiet intensity, you know? Like he's always thinking three moves ahead.) She lathers her hair, the scent of her shampoo mixing with the steam. (But Burnet's got that sharp wit... she'll probably tease me first, then give me something solid.) Kimberly rinses off, the water running in rivulets between her breasts and down her stomach. She shuts off the shower, wrapping a towel around herself, already mentally rehearsing what she'll say.
(Some time later.)
Burnet's lab is quiet save for the hum of machinery, too quiet. She spins lazily in her chair, tapping a stylus against her bottom lip. (God, I'm bored. Even the Ultra Wormholes are behaving today.) The door slides open with a soft hiss, and Burnet nearly drops the stylus when Kimberly strides in, still damp from her shower, her braids tied up in a loose bun. "Uh," Burnet says, sitting up too fast, "Kimberly? What's..."
"I need your help," Kimberly blurts out, leaning against the desk. Her bare hip brushes Burnet's forearm, and the professor inhales sharply, Kimberly smells like citrus and flowers, warm and alive.
(Okay, don't panic. Just act normal.) Burnet clears her throat. "Help with...?" she manages, her voice higher than usual.
Kimberly bites her lip, then sighs. "Jean. I like him. But I don't know how to tell him."
Burnet's pulse kicks up. (Jean?! That stiff?) She forces a grin, twirling a lock of her own hair. "Oh, come on. You? Nervous?" Kimberly huffs, crossing her arms under her chest, and Burnet's gaze flickers down before she catches herself. (Focus.) "Look," Burnet says, leaning forward, "if you want him, just... take him. You're a ninja, aren't you?"
Kimberly's eyes narrow. "That's not..."
Burnet snaps her fingers, grinning. "No, no... hear me out. You need practice, right? So, let's pretend." She stands abruptly, stepping closer until the heat of her body radiates against Kimberly's damp skin. "I'll be Jean. Tell me what you'd say to him." Her voice drops, teasing. "Unless you're scared?"
Kimberly scoffs, but her pulse jumps when Burnet's fingers brush her waist. "Fine. Uh..." She exhales, forcing herself to meet Burnet's golden eyes. "Jean, I... I like you. A lot." The words come out stiff, robotic. Burnet tilts her head, lips quirking.
"That's it?" She steps even closer, until Kimberly can feel her breath ghost over her lips. "No passion? No..." Burnet's hand slides up Kimberly's arm, slow, deliberate, "...fire?"
Kimberly swallows hard. (God, why does this feel so real?)
"Try again," Burnet murmurs, thumb tracing the curve of Kimberly's jaw. "But this time... mean it."
Kimberly's breath hitches as Burnet's fingers tangle in the loose strands of her braids, tugging just enough to tilt her head back. "Or," Burnet adds, voice low, "we could practice the kissing part first. You know, for... accuracy."
(Oh.) Kimberly's skin prickles, her lips parting unconsciously. Burnet doesn't wait, she closes the distance, her mouth hot and insistent against Kimberly's, and suddenly, practice feels very, very necessary.
"Wait..." Kimberly gasps, pulling back just enough to speak, her chest rising unevenly. "Isn't this… weird?" Her fingers twitch against Burnet's waistband, torn between pushing her away and dragging her closer.
Burnet laughs, breathless and husky, her thumb brushing Kimberly's lower lip. "It's research," she murmurs, grinning when Kimberly's eyes widen. "You want Jean to feel this, don't you?" The lie tastes sweet, and Burnet leans in again, this time slower, softer, letting Kimberly melt into it. (God, she's so warm.)
Kimberly gulps and slowly leans in for the first kiss, soft, experimental, hesitant. Their lips barely brush before she pulls back, cheeks flushed. (This is... different.)
Burnet hums approvingly and cups Kimberly's chin with featherlight fingers. "Again," she whispers, "but slower." This time, Kimberly sinks into it, lips parting just enough for warmth to seep between them, Burnet's citrusy scent filling her lungs.
(She tastes like mint and something sweet,) Kimberly realizes, right as Burnet's tongue traces the seam of her lips. She jolts, fingers digging into Burnet's jumpsuit. "W-Wait..."
"Shh," Burnet murmurs against her mouth, grinning. "Just helping." She steals another kiss, deeper now, tongue sliding against Kimberly's with teasing precision.
(Oh god... she's *good* at this.) Kimberly's knees wobble as Burnet licks into her, hot and slick, twisting her fingers into those loose braids.
The last kiss isn't soft, it's molten. Burnet tilts Kimberly's head back and devours her, tongue curling possessively around hers, swallowing every gasp. (If this is research,) Kimberly thinks dizzily, (I'm failing spectacularly.) Her hips jerk forward, seeking friction, and Burnet's answering moan vibrates against her lips.
"You're *shaking*," Burnet murmurs, fingers tightening in Kimberly's braids, not enough to hurt, just enough to make her whimper. "Ever done this before?" The question is casual, but her breath hitches when Kimberly bites her lip, cheeks darkening.
(Oh.) Burnet's pulse stutters. (Ohhh.) She schools her face into something sympathetic, thumb stroking Kimberly's flushed cheek. "Virgin?" The word comes out husky, and Kimberly nods, eyes wide. (Jackpot.) Burnet swallows hard, forcing her voice steady. "Lucky Jean," she lies smoothly. "But… maybe you should *practice* first?"
Kimberly's breath hitches when Burnet's knee slides between her thighs. "I..." The protest dies as Burnet rolls her hips, pressing just *there*, and Kimberly's fingers claw at her jumpsuit. (Yes. Exactly like that.) Burnet grins, nipping at her earlobe. "Just say yes."
"Yes," Kimberly gasps, and Burnet's hands are already under her jacket, pushing the fabric down her shoulders. (Mine,) she thinks wildly, (first.) The zipper of her jumpsuit rasps open, slow, deliberate. "But..."
"Shh." Burnet kisses her again, deep, filthy. "Trust me."
Kimberly whimpers as Burnet's hands slide down her waist, fingertips pressing into the soft dip of her hips before suddenly gripping her ass, hard. The shock of it punches the air from her lungs. (Oh. Oh *fuck*.) Burnet kneads the plush curves through her leggings, thumbs digging into the crease where thigh meets cheek, and Kimberly's knees buckle.
"Easy," Burnet murmurs against her lips, but she doesn't stop, squeezing, spreading her palms wide to feel every inch. (So soft. So much.)
Kimberly gasps, her hands flying up instinctively, fingers curling into the thin fabric of Burnet's tank. The heat of her small breasts against Kimberly's palms is electric, firm and perfect, nipples pebbling under her touch. (Wait, when did I...?) She doesn't remember reaching, doesn't remember *wanting* to, but her thumbs are already circling, rubbing slow, mindless circles. Burnet moans, low and throaty, her hips jerking forward.
"That's it," Burnet breathes, biting Kimberly's lower lip. "Just like that."
The zipper on Burnet's jumpsuit finally gives, the fabric parting with a soft hiss. Cool air kisses Kimberly's feverish skin as Burnet's hands slide beneath her leggings, warm fingers tracing the curve of her bare ass. (No, no, yes...) Kimberly's head falls back with a whine, her fingers tightening around Burnet's breasts. (God, she's *everywhere*.)
"You're so wet," Burnet murmurs, her breath hot against Kimberly's throat. "Can you feel it?" She drags a fingertip along the soaked seam of Kimberly's panties, and the world tilts.
(I'm gonna...) Kimberly's thoughts scatter like startled birds as Burnet's fingers hook beneath the elastic, tugging them down just enough to expose her. The air is cool against her flushed skin, but not for long, Burnet's palm presses against her, rough and deliberate, and Kimberly jerks forward with a gasp.
"Shh," Burnet soothes, but her fingers aren't gentle, sliding through slick heat with lazy precision.
"Wait..." Kimberly chokes out, hips stuttering as Burnet's middle finger circles her entrance, teasing, *taunting*. "I don't... oh..." The words dissolve into a moan when Burnet pushes inside, slow and relentless, the stretch sharp and perfect. (Someone's inside me.) The realization punches through her like lightning, and Kimberly's nails dig into Burnet's shoulders, her breath coming in ragged bursts.
Burnet watches her face intently, golden eyes dark with hunger. "You okay?" she murmurs, but doesn't wait for an answer, curling her finger just *so*.
Kimberly's knees give out, her whole body trembling as Burnet catches her, pressing her against the desk. "Easy," Burnet breathes, but her own voice is wrecked, her finger working deeper, twisting slightly to accommodate the tightness. (God, she's *tiny*.) The thought sends a jolt of heat straight to Burnet's core, and she adds a second finger without warning, swallowing Kimberly's broken cry with a bruising kiss.
"Too... too much..." Kimberly gasps against Burnet's lips, her thighs clamping around Burnet's wrist, slick with arousal.
Burnet chuckles, low and throaty, dragging her free hand down Kimberly's stomach to circle her clit in slow, deliberate strokes. "No, it's not," she murmurs, watching Kimberly's eyes flutter shut. "You're taking me so well."
Kimberly's breath hitches as Burnet scissors her fingers, stretching her wider, the burn melting into something molten. (Oh god, she's *moving* inside me.) The realization hits her like a punch, and she arches off the desk with a choked moan, her braids spilling loose as Burnet curls her fingers *just right* "Fuck!" Kimberly's voice cracks, her hips jerking uncontrollably, her vision blurring at the edges. Burnet grins, predatory, her thumb rubbing tight circles as she fucks her faster. "Come on," she coaxes, breath hot against Kimberly's ear. "Let go."
And she does, Kimberly's back bows off the desk, her eyes rolling back as pleasure detonates through her, wave after wave, her pussy clamping down on Burnet's fingers with a wet, shuddering pulse. (Someone... someone else made me...) The thought fractures into static as Burnet rides her through it, fingers relentless, until Kimberly's whimpers dissolve into breathless, boneless gasps.
Burnet pulls her fingers free with a slick pop, grinning at the way Kimberly's thighs tremble. "Good?" she teases, licking Kimberly's arousal from her fingers with deliberate slowness. (Salty. Sweet. Mine.)
Kimberly's breath hitches, watching Burnet's tongue curl around her own fingertips. (She's tasting me.) The realization sends a fresh jolt of heat between her legs. "I... that's not..."
"Not what Jean would do?" Burnet interrupts, sinking to her knees in one smooth motion. Her fingers hook into the waistband of Kimberly's leggings and panties, yanking them down to her thighs in a single tug. Kimberly's eyes widen comically, her hands flying to cover herself. "Burnet, what the *fuck*...?"
"Shh," Burnet murmurs, gripping Kimberly's hips to keep her from squirming away. "Jean might want to do this too," she says, breath ghosting over Kimberly's glistening folds. "Shouldn't you know what to expect?"
Her tongue flicks out, a slow, teasing stripe from perineum to clit, and Kimberly jerks like she's been electrocuted. (Ohgodohgod...) Burnet hums, amused, before diving back in, her tongue spearing into Kimberly's tight entrance with hungry precision.
Kimberly's fingers tangle in Burnet's hair, torn between pushing her away and holding her closer as Burnet eats her out like she's starving, lips sealed around her clit to suck hard while her tongue fucks into her in quick, filthy strokes. (It's too much... it's not enough...) Her hips stutter forward helplessly, grinding against Burnet's mouth, her breath coming in broken, punched-out gasps. "Fuck, fuck, *fuck*..."
Burnet pulls back just enough to smirk up at her, chin glistening. "Language," she chides, before sealing her lips around Kimberly's clit again and *sucking*, hard enough to make her scream.
"Shit...*shit*..." Kimberly's toes curl against the floor, her thighs trembling violently as she rises onto her tiptoes, trying to escape the relentless pressure. (Too much, too much...) But Burnet's hands clamp down on her hips, dragging her back down onto that wicked tongue. "Burnet, *please*..."
(Finally,) Burnet thinks, licking a slow, filthy stripe up her slit. (Finally got you just where I want you.) She grins against Kimberly's thigh, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "Tell me," she murmurs, blowing cool air over her soaked folds. "You gonna come for me again?" Her tongue flicks out, teasing her entrance. "Or do I need to work harder?"
Kimberly's breath hitches, fingers tightening in Burnet's hair. "You... you're *insane*," she gasps, but her hips jerk forward anyway, chasing the heat of Burnet's mouth. "Just... just *do* it..."
Burnet laughs, low and throaty, before diving back in, tongue spearing deep as Kimberly's knees buckle. (Oh yeah,) she thinks, curling her fingers into the soft flesh of Kimberly's ass. (Today's gonna be *fun*.)
"W-wait," Kimberly gasps, hands scrambling for purchase on the desk as Burnet abruptly pulls away, spinning her around. The sudden movement leaves her dizzy, her palms slapping against cool metal as she braces herself, still trembling from the aftershocks. (What the...?)
Burnet smirks, tracing the curve of Kimberly's spine with one fingertip before gripping her hips. "Relax," she murmurs, spreading those plush cheeks with both hands. "Just... helping." Her tongue drags slow and filthy from taint to tailbone, and Kimberly chokes on air, her fingers clawing at the desk.
(Oh *fuck*.) The sensation is electric, Burnet's tongue pressing insistently against her rim, teasing without breaching. Kimberly's entire body tenses, her breath hitching as Burnet hums approvingly, lapping at her like she's savoring something decadent. "You taste even better back here," Burnet murmurs, nipping the sensitive skin just below. "Think Jean would like this too?"
Kimberly's moan fractures into a whimper as Burnet's tongue flicks lower, tracing the swollen folds of her pussy from behind. (God, she's *everywhere*.) The dual sensation, warmth against her ass, wet heat between her thighs, has her hips stuttering forward, seeking friction against the desk's edge. "Burnet," she gasps, voice cracking, "you're *killing* me..."
"Good," Burnet purrs, pressing a kiss to the small of her back before dragging her tongue down once more, slow and deliberate. "Now hold still."
Kimberly whimpers, fingers digging into the desk as Burnet's hands spread her cheeks wider, her breath ghosting hot over her most intimate flesh. (Oh god... she's really gonna...) The thought shatters when Burnet's tongue flicks against her tight rim, wet and insistent, and Kimberly jerks forward with a gasp. "B-Burnet! That's... ah!" Her protest dissolves into a moan as Burnet's tongue presses inside, just the tip at first, teasing circles that make her thighs quake.
"Jesus Christ," Kimberly chokes out, arching her back instinctively when Burnet's tongue spears deeper, hot and relentless. (Nobody's ever... nothing's ever...) The stretch burns in the best way, her pussy clenching around nothing as Burnet licks into her with filthy precision. "Oh fuck, oh fuck..."
Burnet hums against her, the vibration sending shocks up Kimberly's spine, and suddenly she's coming undone, her vision whiting out as pleasure detonates from that single point of contact. (It's too much... it's *everything*...) Her thighs shake against Burnet's desk as she rides the wave, her cries echoing off the lab walls, raw and unfiltered. "Burnet! Don't stop...*don't stop*..."
Burnet grins against Kimberly's skin, her tongue plunging deeper still, reveling in the way Kimberly's body clenches around her, desperate, hungry. "That's it," she murmurs, fingers digging bruises into Kimberly's hips as she pulls her back onto her tongue with each thrust. "Come on, Ninjastar... let me *feel* it."
Kimberly's breath hitches, her fingers scrabbling against the smooth metal as Burnet's tongue curls *just so*, pressing against a spot she didn't know existed. (Oh god... I'm gonna...) Her body arches impossibly further, her braids swinging wildly as pleasure coils tight in her gut, then snaps, shattering her into a million pieces. "Fuck! *Burnet*...!"
The orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, her asshole fluttering around Burnet's tongue as she cums harder than she ever has before, her pussy clenching around nothing, soaking the desk beneath her. Burnet groans, lapping at her through the aftershocks, drunk on the taste of her, the way Kimberly's body trembles against her lips. (Mine,) she thinks savagely, biting the soft flesh of Kimberly's thigh as she comes down. (All mine.)
"B-Burnet," Kimberly gasps, her voice shattered, her fingers still clinging white-knuckled to the desk's edge. "I... I can't..." She whimpers as Burnet pulls away, her breath ragged, her legs shaking like a newborn fawn's. (God, she wrecked me.)
Burnet stands, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes dark with hunger as she yanks Kimberly's leggings and panties the rest of the way off, tossing them aside without a second glance. Kimberly's eyes widen as Burnet pushes her onto her back on the desk, her thighs spread wide, her bare pussy glistening under the lab's harsh lights. "W-what are you doing now?" Kimberly breathes, her chest rising and falling unevenly.
Burnet grins, stepping between Kimberly's trembling legs, her own jumpsuit pulled down and off to reveal the slick heat between her thighs. "I might not have what Jean's got," she murmurs, pressing her naked pussy against Kimberly's, their swollen lips meeting in a searing kiss of flesh. "But I'm still gonna help you with the main event."
She rolls her hips, grinding against Kimberly with slow, deliberate friction, and Kimberly arches off the desk with a broken moan. (Oh *god*...)
Burnet's breath hitches as Kimberly's wetness slicks against her own, the sensation dizzying, electric. She grips Kimberly's hips, grinding harder, their clits rubbing together in a slow, torturous rhythm that has them both gasping. "Fuck," Burnet hisses, her forehead dropping to Kimberly's shoulder. "You feel *so* good..."
Kimberly's fingers tangle in Burnet's hair, dragging her down into a bruising kiss as their bodies move together, slick and desperate, the desk creaking beneath them. (I can't... I can't think...) The thought dissolves into static as Burnet's tongue invades her mouth, mimicking the filthy rhythm of their hips, and Kimberly comes undone all over again, her moans swallowed by Burnet's hungry lips.
"Look at me," Burnet growls against her mouth, gripping Kimberly's chin with bruising force. Golden eyes lock onto hers, pupils blown wide with lust, and Kimberly shudders, her thighs tightening around Burnet's waist. "See who's fucking you," Burnet hisses, grinding harder, their swollen clits rubbing together in wet, torturous circles. "Not Jean. *Me*."
Kimberly's breath hitches, her back arching off the desk as Burnet's fingers dig into her hips, guiding her into a rhythm that's too much, too fast, too *perfect*. (She's gonna make me...) The realization hits her like a punch, her pussy clenching around nothing as pleasure coils tight in her gut, her toes curling against Burnet's thighs. "Burnet, I'm..."
"Say it," Burnet growls, her voice ragged with need, her hips grinding harder, their clits rubbing together in wet, dizzying circles. "Tell me."
Kimberly's thighs tremble, her legs tightening around Burnet's waist as she gasps, her fingers clawing at the desk. "I'm gonna cum!" she cries, her voice cracking as Burnet's thumb presses against her clit, rubbing tight, relentless circles. "Oh *fuck*, Burnet, I'm...!"
Burnet's breath hitches, her golden eyes locked onto Kimberly's as she feels her own orgasm cresting, the slick heat between her thighs pulsing with each desperate grind. (Not yet... not yet...) She grits her teeth, forcing herself to hold on just a little longer, just until Kimberly shatters beneath her. "Come on," she gasps, her voice raw. "Let go."
Kimberly's breasts bounce wildly under her jacket as Burnet thrusts against her, the desk shuddering with each frantic roll of their hips. "Oh fuck... fuck, Burnet..." Kimberly gasps, her legs tightening around Burnet's waist, pulling her deeper into the slick grind.
Burnet groans, her fingers digging into Kimberly's thighs as she watches her breasts sway, the red fabric clinging to sweat-slicked skin. "Look at you," she pants, her voice rough, "so fucking *perfect*..."
Kimberly's nails rake down Burnet's back, her breath hitching as the friction builds, unbearable, electric. "I'm... I'm gonna..."
"Me too," Burnet growls, her hips stuttering as pleasure coils tight, then snaps, Kimberly arches with a shattered cry, her pussy clenching as clear fluid gushes between them, soaking Burnet's thighs in a hot, sticky flood. Burnet's own orgasm crashes over her a heartbeat later, her body jerking forward as she squirts hard against Kimberly's trembling cunt, their wetness mixing in a slick, shuddering mess.
The lab fills with the sound of their ragged breaths, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Kimberly's legs slide bonelessly from Burnet's waist, her chest rising and falling unevenly as she stares at the ceiling, dazed. (Holy shit. That just happened.)
Burnet exhales a shaky laugh, her fingers tracing idle circles on Kimberly's hip. "So," she murmurs, voice still husky, "think you're ready for Jean now?"
Kimberly turns her head just enough to glare, but there's no heat in it, just exhaustion and something dangerously close to awe. "You're *evil*," she mutters, but her thighs press together reflexively, still throbbing from the aftershocks.
Burnet grins, licking her lips as she leans down, her breath warm against Kimberly's ear. "And you loved every second of it."
Kimberly opens her mouth to protest, but Burnet's already claiming her lips again, her tongue sliding hot and possessive into Kimberly's mouth before she can even think to resist. (God, she tastes like *me*,) Kimberly realizes dizzily, her hands instinctively tangling in Burnet's hair as their tongues twist together in a wet, filthy dance.
Burnet smirks as she looks into Kimberly's eyes. "Let's make sure you are ready for Jean." She presses her slick pussy against Kimberly's once more, grinding slowly, deliberately, her clit rubbing against Kimberly's swollen flesh in tight, torturous circles. "You better tell me when it's too much," Burnet murmurs, her voice dripping with amusement, fingers gripping Kimberly's hips possessively. "But I doubt you will."
Kimberly's breath hitches as Burnet increases the pace, their wetness mingling in a heated rhythm that sends sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine. "Oh *fuck*," she gasps, her thighs trembling, her fingers digging into Burnet's shoulders. "You're... ah... you're *insatiable*."
Burnet chuckles darkly, rolling her hips harder, her breath hot against Kimberly's ear. "And you're *delicious*," she growls, nipping at her earlobe before licking a slow stripe down her neck. "Three hours, Ninjastar. Think you can last?"
Kimberly's response dissolves into a moan as Burnet's teeth sink into her collarbone, her hips grinding faster now, relentless, the friction building into an inferno. Her vision whites out as another orgasm crashes over her, her body arching off the desk, her pussy clenching around nothing, gushing slick between them. (God... she's gonna kill me...) But Burnet doesn't stop, doesn't slow, her golden eyes locked onto Kimberly's as she drags her through wave after wave, until the world fades to static and all Kimberly can do is cling to her, gasping, shaking, utterly undone.