Chapter 23: Getting Down to Business

“I, uh—“ Charlie stuttered. “Yes. I can do that."

Ah, fuck.

Before Charlie had time to think about how awkward that was, she closed the distance between them and kissed Beatrice. As she did so, she also moved her arms away from her chest and wrapped them around her.

Beatrice did the same, squeezing her tightly as the kiss became more intense, more desperate.

Beatrice suddenly broke away and started to kiss the side of her neck and Charlie shuddered at the feeling of her mouth.

“You’re not going to shove me across the room this time, are you?” Charlie said with a bit of a nervous laugh.

Beatrice smiled a bit against her skin, but didn’t say anything, instead going back to kissing her neck.

She moved down slowly, and very carefully, like she was savoring the taste of every inch of Charlie’s skin.

Charlie, in turn, leaned her head back and closed her eyes as she enjoyed her mouth moving. When she made it to Charlie’s collar bone, she paused and shyly eyed her.

“Uh—can I?”

“Yes. Please.” Charlie said.

Beatrice gave a small nod, her face brightly flushed, her lips pursed.

She reached a hand out gently squeezed Charlie’s breast before leaning in and kissing her chest. Beatrice took her nipple in her mouth and Charlie sighed, reaching around running her fingers through her hair.

This is nice. Charlie thought. But I want to touch her too.

At that thought Charlie grabbed the collar of Beatrice’s jumpsuit, and hurriedly started to unfasten the buttons. Beatrice stopped what she was doing, and, with just a wave of her hand, sent the buttons flying straight off and clattering onto the floor.

Charlie finished it off, pulling the fabric from her shoulders, down to her ankles. She reached around her back, and quickly unhooked her bra as well, throwing it to the side.

Beatrice shivered, her bottom lip quivering just a bit as her dark eyes glanced up at Charlie for approval.

Charlie responded by tackling her and diving straight onto the bed. Beatrice giggled as they slammed into the mattress. A giddy laugh slipped from Charlie’s lips as well at the feeling of their bare skin connecting, before she kissed her again.

Beatrice wrapped her arms around her, and squeezed her tightly, desperately as they kissed.

Charlie coaxed one of her arms away, and moved down, happily nuzzling her face between her breasts.

Man, I love boobs.

Charlie lifted her head a bit and kissed her way across her skin as she ran her thumb over Beatrice’s nipple.

“Can I go down on you?” Charlie whispered, looking up at her.

Beatrice shyly glanced away but nodded excitedly in response.

Charlie smiled in excitement and shimmied down between her thighs. She pushed them to them apart, and started to slowly kiss her skin starting at her knee and working her way up to the very inner corner.

Beatrice huffed and squirmed beneath her, twisting around in anticipation.

When Charlie thought she'd had enough, she reached up and pulled her panties down. Beatrice lifted her hips up to help her, though she still seemed too flustered to make eye contact with her.

Charlie immediately dove into her task, and Beatrice yelped in surprise.

Charlie grabbed one of her legs and pushed it upwards, giving her a better angle. Beatrice responded by grabbing a fistful of Charlie's hair, and roughly pulling her closer.

"Yes! More!" Beatrice huffed.

Charlie happily obliged, focusing on the areas that got the loudest reaction from Beatrice. She grasped Beatrice's thighs tightly as she started to get caught up in the sound of Beatrice mewling and gasping.

One of Beatrice's hands clenched the covers while the other one kept its grip tightly in Charlie's hair.

"Charlie!" Beatrice gasped.

She pulled Charlie's hair even harder and her legs quivered.

Her breath started to come out in tiny huffs, and she relaxed.

"O-okay." She said. "That's enough."

Charlie moved her head away and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.

She crawled back up to Beatrice, and laid her head on her chest.

"Good?" She asked.

Beatrice nodded, the entire pale expanse of her face still flushed pink, all the way down to neck even.

"Uh, should I—"

"Later." Charlie said. "I wanna do this right now."

She squeezed Beatrice tighter and nuzzled into her chest for added effect.

Beatrice squeezed her back and they laid there in silence for a while, just holding each other. Charlie started to get sleepy, but she fought it, knowing sleeping wouldn't help them much at the moment. They needed to figure out a plan of action.

I guess I should probably get up then. Charlie thought. They'll be plenty of time to cuddle when all of this is sorted out.

With that thought, Charlie hopped up out of the bed.

“Welp, now that that’s out of the way it’s time to get down to business!”

Beatrice rolled her eyes. “Get down to business?” She asked.

“Yes.” Charlie said. “I assume you don’t want to just wait around and see whether your mom or the authorities find us first, right?”

“No, you’re right.” She sighed. “I have been thinking of plan, and I do have an idea, but…”

Charlie raised an eyebrow “But...?”

“But I would need your, uh, friend to help us.” Beatrice said.

“Huh?” Charlie said. “Wait—you mean Harleigh?”

Beatrice sighed.

“Yes.”

“Oh, you mean because she was able to trace your ‘untraceable’ phone?” Charlie asked.

“Well you don’t have to rub it in.” Beatrice huffed.

“I’m just messing with you.” Charlie said with a laugh, reaching out and pinching her cheek. Beatrice stuck out her bottom lip and swatted her hand away.

“Either way, I’d like to get into contact with her.” Beatrice said. “You should probably be the one to reach out, because I get the idea that she isn’t particularly fond of me.”

“What’s your plan? What do you want Harleigh to do?” Charlie asked.

Beatrice paused like she was thinking, before crawling out of the bed. She put her underwear back on, and ran out of the room. Charlie quickly dashed after her.

She followed Beatrice all the way to a store room. Once inside, Beatrice started ripping open the dusty cardboard boxes and sorting through them.

“Help me look for a camera.” She said without looking up.

“Uh, Okay.” Charlie said, still pretty much naked.

Nevertheless, she crouched down and started to tear open boxes. Most of it was just medical supplies, though Charlie did find a couple of hoodies with the hospital's logo on it, and she slipped one on.

“Ah ha!” Beatrice said triumphantly.

Charlie looked up from a box full of unused plastic tubing to see Beatrice holding an ancient video camera that was probably even older than she was.

“There’s tapes too!” Beatrice said.

“Uh, Okay.” Charlie said. “What are we going to do with it?”

"I'm going to do another broadcast, but this one will be pre recorded." Beatrice said. "It's going to act as bait."

"Bait?" Charlie raised her eyebrows.

"Yes." Beatrice said. "I'll use it to convince my mother  that I want to join her, so that I can draw her to me with her guard down. When she gets here, I'll ambush her and take her down myself!"

Charlie pursed her lips.

"Shouldn't we get Linton to help us? Do you really think we can take her down by ourselves?"

"Not we." Beatrice said. "Me."

Charlie frowned and planted her hands firmly on her hips. "Hey! Wh—"

Beatrice gave her a surprisingly soft look.

"I don't want you to get hurt." She said. "I never should have dragged you into this mess to begin with."

Charlie took a step forward and grabbed Beatrice by the shoulders.

"But I don't want you to get hurt either." She said.

"I'll be fine." Beatrice said dismissively, pulling away from her. "How do you think we can get the tape to Harleigh? I want her broadcast it with a traceable location, so my mother will track it."

"I can see what's on my utility belt." Charlie said.

They hauled camera and tapes back to the room, and Charlie picked the belt up off the floor and passed it over the Beatrice.

After examining it for a moment, Beatrice pulled out a small metal cube.

"This should work!" She said.

"What is it?" Charlie asked. "A paper weight or something?"

Beatrice shook her head and pressed a button on the side. It folded slowly out into a flat square.

"Uh—"

"It's a long range teleporter." Beatrice said. "It's only for small objects, but that works for us. Do you know Harleigh's address?"

Charlie nodded.

Man, I really need to pay closer attention in meetings... if I ever get to go back to work

"Cool. Lets go get the broadcast filmed. I'm sure the authorities are already busting their asses looking for us."

Beatrice walked confidently across the room and started to set up the camera, while Charlie stood there uncomfortably.

This she did not feel confident in.

She was worried they were walking right into their deaths.