Claimers: I own Lucy, Joss, Fox, blah, blah own CC. Not me.
Title: Marilyn Manson owns the line, from 'The Great Reflecting God'. Rather fitting.
Comma situation: They are there to force a pause from you. Nothing else.
 

Lucy's POV

LaOC XV [15] - Shoot, Shoot, Shoot, Motherfucker

'Bee, why are you calling me? I'm relaxing in the Jacuzzi, can't it wait?'
 
'Sorry, Lucy. We need your ok for the new... um, you know, the thing to be installed and set up.'
 
I pick a grape up, and push over to Cordelia, who I have to say, has relaxed and sobered up extremely well in the last twenty minutes.
 
'Wait a minute, Bee.'
 
I put the cordless down on the rim of the tub, and slowly bring the offering up to Cordelia's lips.
Not what I want to put in her mouth, that would be my tongue and... we'll leave it there for now.
Her lips part and I slip it in, leaving my fingers on her face for a second.
Sometimes the build up is more exciting that the actual event.
Ok, I've never found that, but I can see how others less fortunate could.
 
All this seduction, hot water, and bikini clad babe is beginning to make me think that I should be doing less waiting and more taking.
I'm Satan after all, and about ready to boil over and scorch someone's work surfaces.
 
'Bee, I have something pressing here, well not yet but it's getting that way. Anyway. Tell the boys from IT I'm extremely pleased and they can test run it anytime.'
 
'One more thing, Luce. Jude has challenged Discord for position of commander. Sam told me. I'll get all the details for when you get back.'
 
Well, well, well.
I always liked Jude; think it's those manic grey eyes of hers.
I'll have to try and get tickets to that fight.
For now though I'll store the info, as I don't want to be distracted by Flosscord.
 
'All this good news, Bee, you're a sweetie. Not sure when I'll be back. Got someone to take care of here. Ciao bella.'
 
How do you end the call on this thing?
Too many platinum buttons.
I splash it under the water and throw it over the other side of the room.
There, call ended.
 
Well then, Miss Chase, lets see what you're made of; literally.
 

Cordelia's POV

 
This bikini is so... minimal.
At least it was still all packaged up.
I mean, please, wearing someone else's used clothes?
I would, no, really: not!
I won't even think about that anymore, it'll bring me up in hives.
 
You know, I'm not nervous.
I'm fine bubbling away in this tub.
I'm not nervous.
 
I'm in a Jacuzzi with a naked woman!
 
Ok, not that I can see the naked, with the water and all.
I saw it all before; all of it.
Took all my Chase DNA to stop my jaw from hitting the floor.
Don't want her getting all big headed about herself.
There's only room for one big head here; me.
 
I take a quick check of myself in the... why are mirrors everywhere in here?
Convenient, can do a three-sixty outfit scope in ten seconds flat.
Anyway, quick check while she's on the... ok, throwing the phone; I'm gorgeous as ever.
 
Now, I'm not gay, but she's... hot.
And what with this huge Jacuzzi, I feel like I'm in a fondue pot, waiting to be spiked.
 
That doesn't make me a lesbian, I've already decided.
It makes me someone who likes 'the beautiful people'.
 
And in my book that's just normal.
 

Lucy's POV

 
 
I push through the bubbles and move over to her, putting my hands either side of her shoulders, gripping the rim of the tub.
Oh, close enough to taste you, Miss Chase.
She gives me the most conceited smirk I've ever seen.
She loves herself, but it's so attractive.
Makes me want to lick up and down her body until she passes out.
There's a plan if ever I heard one.
 
'Lucy?'
 
Again, that smug little look joined with an eyebrow raise.
I'm going to eat that look off your lips, Miss Chase, then move onto something else.
 
'I prefer the way my name sounds when it's screamed out. You may want to remember that.'
 
'I'm not a screamer, sorry.'
 
'That's because you've never had; my body--all over--your body.'
 
I punctuate my last words by slipping my thigh in-between hers.
Hot and yielding.
I'm sure the rest of her will be as well.
 
Oh, Miss Chase, arms on my shoulder?
You naughty, naughty girl.
 
 
 
I think it's about time I showed you how I punish bad girls.