bullets and bouquets

16

"You're sure about this?" Sadie asks. Isla nods. She stands inside the infirmary, completely naked. Before, they were just going to pick a body and hope it was similar enough to Isla's. Now, with her consent, they can make an identical copy, "Ok, go ahead."

Another medic, True, begins to take pictures of Isla's body. This way, the engineers have a way to match birthmarks, scars, and anything that the police would use to identify Isla.

Sadie is nervous about this. About Isla willingly faking her own death. Before she knew it, it would have been easier to just dump the body without worrying about anything else. Isla wouldn't know about the police finding the body and then her parents finding out. But she loves Isla. She will do anything for her and for her business.

"Okay, all finished," the medic says. She exits the room, leaving Sadie and Isla alone. The redhead hands Isla her clothes back.

"Are you so eager for me to put these back on?" Isla smirks. Sadie grins.

"Clothing is optional," she replies. Isla pulls the mafia boss in for a kiss. Sadie grabs onto the brunette's waist, warming her skin with her hands. The two breathe heavily while kissing, Isla putting her hands around Sadie's neck. The redhead picks the girl up and sets her on the check-up bed. Her hands begin to travel down past Isla's waist.

"Wait," she says. Sadie stops, "You look uncomfortable."

The brunette slides the suspenders off Sadie's shoulders. She pulls the redhead in by her belt loops, going for her buttons. Sadie goes back in for another kiss, moving down to the girl's neck as she loosens the redhead's pants.

"Isla..." Sadie whispers.

"My turn," the brunette whispers back. Her hands snake into Sadie's pants, going underneath her underwear.

"Isla..." the redhead moans. The brunette smirks, knowing exactly what she's doing. The redhead, however, is new to being pleased, usually only being the pleaser, "uh."

Isla's finger slides right in, with Sadie's hands gripping her thighs. She leans over Isla as the girl slides her finger into her. The mafia bosses' pants drop all the way to the ground, leaving her in the dress shirt.

"You look so hot being fucked," Isla whispers into Sadie's ear. The redhead blushes, not used to the feeling. She can't help but moan when Isla's finger curls inside of her.

"Oh.. oh.." she moans. Isla smirks even more watching the redhead enjoy it. Her grip remains firm on her thighs, holding on for dear life. She gasps when Isla adds a second finger inside of her, whimpering.

"You're tight," the brunette comments. She brushes Sadie's hair out of her face, "relax."

The redhead instantly becomes more wet, hearing Isla's voice. She bites her lip and Isla kisses her cheek. She moves to Sadie's mouth, giving her a distraction.

"Mmoh..." the redhead moans into Isla's mouth. The girl's fingers curl inside of her as she pushes and pulls. Sadie begins to pant, becoming impatient. Sadie has never had an orgasm of her own before, only
making others finish. Granted, she's only dated one other girl before Isla, "... I-Isla.."

"You're doing so good," the brunette praises. Sadie tilts her head back, mouth open but no sound comes out.

"Oh... Isla...mmm," Sadie whimpers. Her legs remain spread for Isla. The brunette begins to pick up the pace, making Sadie fall into her.

"Oh, come on, stand up," Isla orders. Sadie weakly lifts herself back up with the help of the brunette's fingers pushing inside of her.

"Fuck, Isla..." the redhead curses. The brunette adds a third finger, curling up into Sadie, "Oh! Oh, fuck! Isla... w-wha—"

"You're okay. It's normal," Isla says, noticing Sadie is about to orgasm. Her legs begin to shake and she's clutching Isla's chest for support. Every little whimper, every breath, goes right into Isla's ear. The brunette can easily get off just by hearing Sadie.

"Oooo... oh... ah! Fuck!" the redhead finally orgasms as her nails dig into Isla's shoulders. Her eyes squeeze shut as she gasps for air, "ah... ah..."

Isla removes her fingers, letting Sadie lean on her for as long as she needs.

"Holy... holy... lord..." the redhead pants. She finally stands up, holding Isla's thighs again, "How.. how did you?"

"I just... tried to mimic what you would do," Isla explains.

"Jesus..." the redhead comments. Isla smiles.

"I was okay?"

"More than okay," Sadie answers. She gives Isla a kiss on the lips. Once again, the two can't keep their hands off of each other. Isla keeps her one hand off though, having not cleaned it.

"Sadie..."

"Yes?" the redhead mumbles while still kissing Isla.

"Maybe... we should... take this back to... the bedroom?" she suggests.

"Okay," the redhead smiles. She picks up her pants, messily tucking her shirt back in before throwing the suspenders over her shoulders. Isla throws her dress on, carrying her heels in her hand. Before she leaves, she cleans her fingers with a paper towel.

"Madame?" Denmar asks as Sadie and Isla head into the bedroom.

"What is it?" she asks, as Isla shuts the bedroom door.

"The body might take more than two days with the photos," he informs her.

"Why? What's the problem?" she questions.

"There might be a snitch..." he whispers to her, "inside the Estate."

Sadie furrows her eyebrows, looking around. She opens the bedroom door.

"Let's talk in my office," she says. Denmar walks into Sadie's bedroom. Isla is lying in bed, naked under the covers, waiting for the redhead.

"Sadie?" Isla questions.

"Just a moment," the redhead answers quickly as she and Denmar walk into Sadie's personal office. She shuts the doors, leaving Isla in bed alone, "what evidence do you have?"

He pulls out a couple of photos taken from the security monitors, "Weston found these twenty minutes ago. A servant from the Estate, sending out messages. To who, I don't know, and we can't find any angles that show the person's face."

"Go back to Weston, search all the cameras from the last twenty minutes, and make a list of all the servants accounted for," the mafia boss instructs, "I'll meet you in the security room in five minutes."

"Yes Ma'am," he answers. The doors open, spooking Isla as he walks out of the bedroom. Sadie follows him but doesn't leave. Just locks the door after he's left.

"Is everything... okay? Am I allowed to ask that?" Isla questions. Sadie begins to take off her work attire.

"Yes, you are. And, there's a situation, but you don't need to worry about that," she explains. She's down to her underwear when she walks over to the bed.

"Shouldn't you be out there? Handling it?" the brunette questions.

"I will be. There's some unfinished business here I need to take care of," the redhead smirks. Isla smiles as Sadie throws herself under the covers.