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The Remnant Armada
By : DarkWolves
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Yang x Neo (Baked Alaska): Alternate Universe - Modern Remnant AU, Established Relationship, Futanari (Yang), Mute Character (Neo), Note writing to communicate, Neos still sassy, Romantic Fluff, Anal sex, Vaginal Sex, Back Tattoo (Yang), Healed scar (Yang), Strap-on (Neo), Strap-on on futa, Blowjob, Fingering, Breast sucking, Arse worship, Reach around, Handjob

The door lock to Yang Xiao Longs apartment released with a metallic click. One small step across the threshold and the cities problems were no longer her problems. Such was the life of Vale Police Detective Yang Xiao Long, Protect and Serve and all that. Just another day spent keeping the people safe from all the monsters that threatened the safety of the Kingdom. Or so the recruitment posters would have you believe. The reality of her day to day work was actually a little different.

For a start, she’d spent the majority of the day chasing leads on some guy who got it into his head that the company pension fund was there to serve as his own personal piggy bank. This criminal mastermind decided the best way to hide from the police force that was undoubtedly hot on his trail was not to catch the first boat out of the city or hire a few Hunters to escort him through the wilderness. Instead, he decided to put himself up at the most expensive hotel in the city with the prudent precautions of paying in cash and using a false name.

If things were still on track the SWAT team should be knocking on his door about the same time as his fifth order of prime Mistral steak arrives.

Another criminal genius had been cloning electronic keys to steal luxury cars. While he’d been successfully evading police for several months it since emerged one of the cars belonged to the wife of a prominent judge. While they’d managed to apprehend the thief, there was still the matter of the missing vehicles to contend with. Last she heard they were likely on a container ship headed to Vacuo, international crimes always meant a shedload more paperwork to contend with.

But all of that was concern for tomorrow. Right now, she was just Yang Xiao Long, private citizen.

Dropping her well-worn satchel down by the door Yang kicked off her work boots and hanging her long black coat on the wall she allowed her arms to rise up from her sides in a wide arc. The slow rise was accompanied by the regular clicking and wet thwacks of loosening muscles as they moved. Reaching back, she fiddled with the hair tie which kept her long blonde hair back in a messy ponytail, something about keeping it out of the way in case she need to apprehend a suspect.

It was during this impromptu yogic display that Yang stopped and glanced into the living room just off the entry corridor. There she found her flatmate combined romantic counterpart lounging on the sofa, her back presented to the door giving Yang the most mischievous of ideas. Creeping forwards with cat like silence Yang loomed over the sofa like a spectre before pouncing to clasp her hands across the shorter girl’s eyes. “Guess who” Yang whispered in her ear.

Neo let out a dejected sigh. Holding her tablet in one hand she began typing away with incredible speed in spite of her sudden blindness. Such were the benefits of countless years of practice.

Are we seriously doing this?

“Come on” Yang said. “It’s no fun if you don’t guess”

Fine. Is it Vales second best police detective?

“Guess again” Yang persisted with a sly grin that was undoubtedly lost on Neo.

Shame, because I had this kiss all ready for her. Guess I’ll just have to give it to you instead. BTW, you’re number 3.

Yang withdrew her hands and leant across the back of the sofa to plant a kiss upon Neos moist lips, savouring the lingering taste of her favourite Neapolitan ice cream still lingering from her lunch. As Yang deepened the kiss she accepted the tablet from Neos hand and leant further across the sofa to place it safely on the coffee table.

Taking full advantage of Yangs precarious position Neo reached out to grasp her lover’s shoulders in her hands. A firm pull all that was necessary to see the larger woman brought over the cusp of the back of the sofa, landing in an undignified heap on top of her love.

It was not entirely true to suggest, as one might assume, that Neo was merely strong for her size. It would be more accurate that her ability to apply her strength was almost unparalleled. Neo demonstrated this as she managed to assist Yang in shifting to a comfortable position with one hand while the other sought out the woman’s front to caress. What had merely begun as a welcoming kiss soon shifted into an afternoon romp.

Sometimes it was hard to imagine that they had actually been together going on nearly three years now. Having met on an online gaming forum they had soon shifted to chatting over Skype, usually about anime and other games they’d recommend eachother. Yang was surprised to find Neo relied exclusively on texting rather than the voice chat. The suspicious part of Yangs mind made her suspect she may have been a scammer using a premade video. A few requested hand gestures, including a few choice ones of her own, assured Yang of her new friend’s status as real.

As it turned out they both lived in Vale. Yangs offhand suggestion that they should meet up led to their first encounter in a local coffee shop, confirming to Yang that she was most definitely real. It was during this meeting Yang learned the truth about why Neo never said anything during their online conversations, because she was born mute.

In person, Neo mainly relied on her electronic tablet to communicate, using a pad of paper or gestures in a pinch. While Yang had to admit she was surprised at first as the day went on she began to realise it didn’t really bother her, it was just another part of what made up Neo. Neo simply found ways to express herself other than her voice.

Neos intimate use of technology and non-verbal communication had developed into a love for art and writing. This led her towards a career as a freelance graphic designer. It did not require a lot of talking, with communication with clients usually handled over email or occasionally in person. It also allowed Neo to work largely from home as it tended to fit better with her choice of lifestyle.

On top of her mutism Neo had been born with Heterochromia, one eye pink and the other brown. Sorely tired of peoples attempts to divert the conversation away from her mutism by asking about her eye colour Neo had decided to dye half her naturally brunette hair pink to match. It certainly stopped people questioning her about her eyes.

After their first encounter they’d begun seeing more eachother until they decided to move in together, splitting the cost between Neos graphics work and Yangs position with the police department.

Neos agile hands delved deeper. She began on Yangs sides, tracing her fingers across the material of Yangs plain white dress shirt. Neo felt the weight of Yangs ample bust in her hand, enjoying the soft feel of the mound of flesh as she rolled it across the palm of her hand.

At the same time Neos other hand, still lingering on Yangs side, began to shift upwards to brush across the strands of Yangs long blonde hair. Her fingers searched out a path to the nape of Yangs neck and began to ticklishly play across the sensitive patch of skin. This did not go unnoticed by Yang, acutely aware of the implications it carried. Reluctantly breaking away from the kiss Yangs lilac eyes met Neos. A curt nod was all Neo gave in reply.

Early in their relationship they had decided upon that as their code for it, for when one of them was in the mood to take things further. It soon emerged that it was a real mood killer for Neo to have to search out her tablet whenever she wanted to move things along. In addition, quivering hands ensured that any message she did attempt was little more than incomprehensible gibberish. It was hard to keep a straight face when your girlfriend asks you to ‘Tak me tothe bedraom and duck me silley’.

Disentangling herself from Neos embrace Yang clambered herself off of the sofa with all the dignity and grace of a freshly birthed lamb. Once she had regained her footing Yang slipped her arms beneath Neos knees and underneath her back to lift the woman into her arms like she was weightless.

Neo soon found herself being carried up the stairs wrapped in her lover’s arms like a sleeping child being taken to bed. Neo decided that she needed something to take her mind off of such thoughts. Neo nuzzled herself against Yangs chest, feeling the comforting rhythm of Yangs heart beating through the thin material of her shirt.

Neos dexterous fingers reached up to grasp the first button of Yangs shirt, an agile flick all that was required to release it. Once she had a few more off Neo was free to sneak her fingers beneath the outer fabric and trace across the cup of Yangs bra. Even operating blind, it did not take long for Neo to discern the location of Yangs nipple. Neo began to focus the entirety of her attentions there, circling her fingertip around the swiftly hardening nub at the tip of Yangs pert breast.

Despite the perilous position, with Yang still supporting Neo in her arms even as she continued to lavish her attentions on her, Yang managed to maintain her composure long enough to reach the bedroom. Rather than laying her lover down gently on the bed like a new bride Yang instead dumped her down onto the bed, Yang collapsing unceremoniously on top of her.

Yang leant in to kiss Neo on her lips, Yangs hands beginning to roam freely across Neos front. In contrast to Yangs shirt and dress pants Neo was wearing a loose fitting casual t-shirt and cargo shorts. Neo pressed herself deeper into the kiss, reaching her hands up to Yangs shoulders, a minimal application of pressure was all that was necessary for Yang to roll over onto her back and allow Neo to take the lead.

Early in their relationship Yang had been the natural leader in most of their intimate moments together. They soon learnt however that Yang found herself unable to let herself go, finding herself overtaken with concern with no vocal insight to gauge her actions. While Neo found Yangs tenderness sweet at first there came times the shorter woman was eager for a little more rough and tumble in their lovemaking.

Neo offered to take the lead on a few occasions and it soon emerged that this was an arrangement preferable to the both of them. That wasn’t to say Yang never played the big spoon or left it entirely up to Neo but those were happy intermittences. Yang felt she could relax more knowing that Neo could take things at her own pace. It likely helped that some part of Yang, for all her confidence and outward strength, enjoyed the idea of allowing the shorter girl to have some semblance of control over her. Instead, Yang simply lay back with her hands clasped behind her head as Neo did her thing.

Neo planted a kiss on Yangs neck, latching her lips in place Neo gave an experimental suck, a teasing lick of her tongue across her skin. Yang could smell the sweet scent of Neos shampoo wafting up from her hair, admiring the fleeting flecks of chocolate brown hair peeking out from beneath the bright pink colouring.

As Neos attentions continued to intensify across Yangs neck her dexterous fingers did not lay idle, managing to skilfully release the last of the lingering buttons of Yangs shirt. Splitting the two halves of the blondes top apart revealed a practical black bra concealed beneath.

Neo eagerly nuzzled her face into Yangs lightly covered bust. It was many a night that Neo had used these delectable mounds as a fleshy pillow. Neo traced the tip of her finger across the undercurve of the bra swelling against Yangs ample bust. Neo slipped the tip of her finger underneath the lip of the cup of Yangs bra, feeling the warmth of Yangs skin pressing against her own.

Neo pressed her fingers deeper as the material began to peel away from Yangs chest, finally reaching the tipping point as Yangs breast leapt from its confines of her bra into Neos view. Neo buried her face into the valley of Yangs cleavage, kissing and licking at Yangs warm skin.

Neo moved her mouth across the curve of Yangs breast, tracing the tip of her tongue around the soft nub of Yangs nipple. Neos lips wrapped around the sensitive bulb, gently sucking it to hardness between her lips. Neo drew the nipple into range to clutch it between her teeth, a teasing application of pressure being all that was necessary to send a quivering shiver through Yangs body.

Having had her fill of Yangs chest, much as there was to enjoy, Neo released Yangs nipple with a wet pop. Neo slipped her way down Yangs front, leaving a trail of kisses in her wake as she moved. To an outside observer it would seem an entirely random constellation of kisses, but Neo knew she was actually following a well-versed map of Yangs most sensitive spots. Such knowledge was the benefit of years of mutual experimentation.

Neo reached the boundary of Yangs waist, tracing her finger across the line of Yangs belt. Neo worked blindly to seek out the buckle, her dexterous fingers managing to work it free one handed with minimal effort. Releasing the clasp, Neo slipped her fingers beneath the lip of Yangs trousers. Neo felt the heat before she could even reach it, her finger tips brushing across the swell of her lover’s proud erection through the thin material of Yangs boxers.

Neo continued to crawl down across Yangs athletic legs, drawing Yangs trousers along with her before casting them aside into an unimportant corner of the bedroom. As swiftly as she had made her descent Neo began her climb back up Yangs now bare legs, past her toned calves and across her muscle firmed thighs.

Neo slipped the tips of her fingers beneath the lip of Yangs boxers. Neo always felt her heart beginning to flutter at this point, feeling the size and heat of it in the palm of her hand and knowing with absolute certainty it was all for her. Neos fingers soon drew Yangs member out from beneath her boxers, her erection snapping to attention as she broke free of their fabric constraints.

Neo licked her lips eagerly as she leant down. Neo began tracing her tongue along the length of Yangs member, engulfing the erect head between her lips. At the same time Neos hand reached up to tease the remainder of Yangs length that her mouth had yet to reach. Neo began propelling her lips up and down Yangs member, each thrust and counter-thrust drawing ever more of her length into her mouth.

While Yang was left pre-occupied with her mouth Neo reached down with her free hand to undo the clasp of her shorts. The shuffle of Neos hips allowed the garment to shimmy down her legs. Neos fingers reached inside the lip of her shorts, her fingers teasing across the soft material of her sky-blue underwear. Neo felt the bud of her clit straining against her underwear, teasing the tip of her finger across the sensitive mound.

Neo released Yangs member from her mouth with a wet pop, the sudden brush of the cool air sending a shiver through Yangs spine. Neo climbed her way back upwards across Yangs chest until she found herself once more face to face with her golden-haired lover. Neo reached down to discard her shorts and her underwear entirely.

With no more strips of fabric to separate them Neo settled back into Yangs lap, feeling the moistened tip of her member teasing across the curve of her butt cheeks. Neo reached down between her spread legs, taking hold of Yangs cock between her fingers she guided it towards her moistening pussy. The firm tip of Yangs member brushed across the outer lips of Neos pussy, the briefest touch being all that was necessary to stoke the growing flame inside of her.

Neo lowered herself down slowly, feeling her entire weight being carried on the bulbous head of Yangs penis. Neos outer lips opened like petals around it until Yang met a greater resistance touching Neos inner lips. Neo slowed her descent, trailing her fingers up from the shaft of Yangs cock to brush the pad of her thumb across her stiffened clit.

Such encouragement was all that was necessary for Neos lips to part further under Yangs influence, her member entering Neo inch by tantalising inch. Neo lifted herself back up over Yang before lowering herself down once again, feeling Yang finally bottoming out inside of her. Neo repeated the rise and fall in quick succession, bouncing gleefully with Yangs member remaining buried deep inside of her.

Neos hands reached up to grasp her breasts against her palms, teasing her hardened nipples through the thin material of her t-shirt. Her fingers began clawing at her t-shirt in a sudden overwhelming desire to be free. Neo ran her hands down her front as she gathered a rough handful of the material between her tensed fingers. Pulling her top up her front she wrestled it off her head, revealing her perky uncovered chest underneath.

Yangs laid back composure broke in an instant. Those hands that until now had been laying idly behind her head moved to rest upon Neo’s thighs, her long fingers massaging the soft skin of her lover’s flanks. Yang felt herself grower closer, her grasp on Neos thighs tightening as she quickly approached her release. Neo pulled herself off of Yang before she could reach her peak inside of Neo. Yang silently cursed to herself as she felt her impending orgasm slowly seep away from her.

Neo lifted herself off of the bed, supposedly leaving her lover in the cold. Yang knew better though, she knew that Neo had something planned. Neo stretched her arms high above her head as she stepped across to the set of drawers set against the far side of the room.

Leaning over, Neo presented her pert backside for Yang to admire as she began to hunt through the drawers in search of the item she was looking for. She found it concealed in the bottom of the drawers. It was a black strap on formed of a black plastic dildo with an arrangement of leather straps surrounding it. Neo leant down, slipped the strap on over her legs and brought it up to her thighs, checking each of the straps as she secured it in place.

Neo standing there with a six-inch strap on emerging from her waist would almost seem comical outside of context, and likely even within it. Neo and Yang were well aware of their difference in height, even more so when they were stood next to eachother. One of the effects of their opposing statures was that Neos natural position when she wrapped her arm around Yangs waist rested her hand right above Yangs butt. Once Neo discovered this fact there was soon to be no end of flirtatious teasing and surprise squeezes no matter the circumstances. Her family still joked about the time she nearly knocked out Uncle Qrow when he came in for the hug at the wrong moment.

On more than one occasion their relative difference in height had led to some, misconceptions. Yangs colleagues always joked she could pull off a pretty decent criminal act given the right outfit and a willingness to forgo showering for a few days. Neo on the other hand was more suited for interactions with the types of unsavoury characters who enjoyed their meat just a little too tender.

Yang could not help but feel a tinge of embarrassment, even several years on, as she recalled the incident with the young female barista at a local coffee shop asking Yang what her little girl wanted to order. Neos response had been to meekly point out her order from the board behind her as she clutched onto Yangs arm. This prompted the server to cheerfully lean forward and ask her if she was shy, only for Neo to bury her face into Yangs arm as she seemingly clutched at her for dear life. Yang quickly learnt that Neo rather enjoyed playing on people’s misconceptions of her, both surrounding her height and her mutism.

Once Neo was sure the barista was watching she had tugged on Yangs sleeve. The moment Yang glanced down to face her Neo had grasped the taller woman by her collar and, admittedly having to stand on tip toes, pulled her into a passionate kiss. The baristas reaction was more than sufficient for Yang to forget the implication that she apparently looked old enough to pass for Neos mother.

Neo looked back towards Yang still laying on the bed, a delectable smile forming across her lips. Neo climbed back onto the bed, straddling herself across Yangs middle. The tip of Neos strap on teased the entrance to the valley of Yangs ample chest. Thrusting her hips forward Neo buried her strap-on between Yangs breasts. Neo traced her fingers across the edge of Yangs mouth, slipping them past her lips as Yang parted to accept them.

Yang eagerly sucked at Neos fingers, swirling her tongue across the length of her fingers teasingly. Neo withdrew her moistened fingers to trace along the length of the strap-on adding a thin layer of lubrication to assist its smooth movement across Yangs skin. Yang leant forward and accepted the head of Neos strap-on between her lips, sucking eagerly on the moistened tip. Yang could not resist allowing a low moan to escape past her lips as she savoured the lingering taste of her breasts combined with her saliva.

Neos strap-on retreated from between Yangs breasts in the wake of her final thrust, the shorter woman climbing off her partner to crouch on the bed beside her. Neo swirled her finger in the air in front of her. Yang accepted the wordless instruction and rolled herself over onto her front, looking back at Neo with a coquettish smile across her lips.

Neo grasped Yangs thighs as she helped lift her up onto her hands and knees on the bed. Neo ran her hands across Yangs covered back, feeling the toned muscle concealed beneath the thin layer of her shirt. Neo grasped the sides of Yangs shirt and helped to guide it from her lovers back, casting it into an unimportant corner of the room. With an agile flick of her wrist Neo did away with the clasp of Yangs bra, allowing the garment to slip from her shoulders under its own influence before it could be safely cast aside.

With Yangs back now clear Neo was left to admire the natural beauty in the taller woman’s physique. Neo especially admired the back tattoo nestled between her shoulder blades, a black tribal design made up of a central circle with four points branching off surrounded by eight half-moon curves. Yang said it was based off of a video game about a waitress who could transform into demons and a lump of walking granite with a pouncey British accent. For her part Yang claimed it acted as a sort of ‘rune of protection’. For her part, Neo simply enjoyed tracing lines across it any chance she got, savouring the quiver it elicited from Yangs ticklish skin.

Following up from there Neo could still make out the impression of the curved scar across the top of Yangs left shoulder. That dated back to her time as a Patrol Officer when, after forgoing her stab vest due to the ceaseless heat, a perp tried to take a bite out of her as she escorted him out of the van. So much for the runes protective power.

Neo had only learned what had happened after Yang had texted her accompanied by a photo of her freshly bandaged shoulder asking if Neo could wear the sexy nurse outfit while she tended her wounded lover back to health. Neos response had been that clearly whatever had happened had done something terrible to Yangs brain. Clearly the best course of treatment was to have the doctors administer some electroshock therapy until all those bad thoughts went away.

Neo shifted herself across the bed, her smaller stature requiring her to perch precariously on the edge of the bed to be able to reach the bottle of lubricant atop the bedside table. Neo unclipped the top of the lube bottle and emptied an ample supply into her open hand. Neo wrapped her hand around the stiff member and moistened the length with a few firm pumps of her hand.

Neos hand reached down to trace the tip of her wettened finger up and down the valley of Yangs shapely arse, feeling the sensitive muscle twitch beneath her touch. Neos explorative finger began to home in on its target, circling around the tense ring of muscle which served as the entryway to Yangs most precious space.

Neos tender caresses were added to by a sudden bite as Neo clapped her open palm across Yangs ample backside, feeling the ripple of the muscle beneath her hand. In addition to the delectable surprise it added to their lovemaking it worked well to send a clear message to Vales most prestigious police detective. Out there you may be the nightmare of every low life criminal in Vale but right here, right now, her ass belonged to Neo.

Neo was eager to deliver upon her implied promise. Grasping the base of the base of her strap-on Neo guided the tip towards her partners round backside, finding her mark in Yangs puckered arsehole. Neo slowly began to push herself inside, listening to the low moan of the usually composed Yang resonating inside of her throat. Neo settled herself inside of Yang before she pulled herself back tantalisingly slowly, feeling the pull of Yangs muscles trying to draw her back in. Feeling the head of her strap on about to reach the opening Neo shifted herself forwards and pressed herself back inside.

Settling herself into a regular rhythm of thrust and counter thrust Neo leant down and reached her hand underneath Yang, teasing her fingers across the outside of Yangs pussy. Neo dared to sneak a single finger inside of Yang, timing her fingering with the slow press of her member inside of Yangs arse. Neo added another finger to Yangs dripping pussy, swiftly adding a third into the fray. Neos dexterous fingers alternated between thrusting, stroking or simply filling Yang with their combined size.

Neos fingers soon retreated, dripping with the fresh results of Yangs arousal. Neo wrapped her moistened fingers around Yangs pulsing member, feeling her thick cock swelling in her hand. Neo began to pump her hand up and down the length of Yangs growing erection. Neos handjob varied in speed and intensity compared to her thrusting hips, ensuring that Yang was never left unfilled.

Neo felt the girth of Yangs erect penis growing in her hand, a precursor to Yangs sudden orgasm as she released a flurry of spunk across the bedsheets beneath her. With Yangs arms no longer able to support her the blonde bruiser fell unceremoniously onto the bed. Neo followed swiftly, splaying herself out across the larger woman’s back as they each began to breath heavily to sustain themselves.

Neo lifted her head from atop Yangs back, admiring the long strands of Yangs dishevelled blonde hair clinging to the line of her sweat covered back. Neo brushed her lover’s hair aside from her back with the tips of her fingers. Neo leant down and kissed her lips to Yangs skin, starting from the small of her back and working her way upwards. Neo felt the lingering goose bumps across Yangs neck and she settled her lips in place, burying her nose in Yangs familiar scent.

Neo looked aside and noticed the notepad and pen she kept on the bedside, for times when she didn’t have her electronic tablet to hand. Neo reached across the bed to the table, balancing her stomach on Yangs back as she stretched across to reach it. Bringing the items back Neo began scribbling her note out on the paper before bringing it down in front of Yangs eyes.

I may have to move you up from third after that performance.

Yang giggled. “I’m glad I meet your expectations”

You know what I enjoy.

Neos note was swiftly followed by the clap of her hand across the broadside of Yangs round buttcheek.

It seems I can’t get enough of this delicious arse of yours.

“You know the feelings mutual” Yang teased.

Without warning Yang lifted herself off of the bed with sudden renewed energy. Neo began clawing at her lovers back to stay on only to roll free, the strap on slipping free with a wet pop. Yang shifted to crouch over her lover laid out on her back like a proud lioness prepared to chow down on that mornings antelope. Glancing down between her legs Neo could see Yangs member already returning to its true hardness. And with the strap on still firmly secured across the front of her waist it was clear that Yang had only one place on her mind to go.

“What do you think?” Yang asked. Reaching down Yang teased her fingers across the outer ring of Neos arsehole. “Are you wet enough yet?”

Neo felt her body quiver at the prospect, the product of Yangs teasing combined with the mental of Yang going in almost dry. Part of Neo wished she would do it simply to end this ceaseless teasing. Yang however had a much more considerate proposition. Yang reached down and gathered up what remained of her initial release across the bedsheets on the tips of her fingers. Yang spread her own release across the length of her hardened member to use as lubricant for what was to come.

Satisfied, Yang shifted forwards to press the tip of her cock to the centre of Neo’s arsehole. A gentle push forwards was all that was required to overtake the initial resistance to nestle herself inside. The expression of relief and overwhelming pleasure across Neos face was all that Yang needed to see to encourage her to keep going.

While Yang continued to press her erect cock into Neos arse she reached down and grasped the ever-erect length of Neos strap-on between her fingers. Despite the strap-on being entirely inanimate the image created of Yang slowly jerking it off in time to the thrusts inside of Neo only served to heighten their shared pleasure.

Yang felt herself getting closer, helped in no small way by the press of Neos muscles closing around her from all sides. Yang soon finished herself inside of Neos ass, feeling the ripple of Neos body as she was overtaken by her orgasm.

Yang collapsed onto the bed beside Neo, her wavering breath struggling to sustain herself. Yang idly reached her hand across to gently pet across Neos stomach. Yangs explorative fingers soon rested across the curve of Neos butt. “You have such a perfect little butt”

Neo shuffled to retrieve her notepad, scrawling out a note on the paper she showed it to Yang.

Callipygian.

“Calli- what?” Yang replied.

Neo rolled her eyes before writing out another note beneath it.

It’s ancient Greek.

“Not everyone went to art school, you know” Yang said with only a slight hint of bitterness. “Some of us studied at the University of Life”

It refers to the trait of having perfectly proportioned buttocks.

Yang giggled. “I’ll have to remember that for next time. So tell me, what’s the ancient Greek word for having the most kissable lips, the perkiest breasts and the snugglisest little pussy all rolled into one?”

Neo considered it for a moment before replying.

I’ll have to look it up.

Yang leant down to kiss Neo on her lips. That was ok. Yang didn’t need to rely on a bunch of dead Greeks because she already had a word for all of that. And her name was Neo.

***************Authors Nonsense***************

<Yang texting Neo as she leaves work>

Yang: I’m passing Ceasers Pizza on the way home, want me to get you anything?

Neo: Double pepperoni thanks. I’m starving, I just spent all day creating a new batch of drugs for a client!

Yang: Do I need to request the sniffer dogs again?

Neo: DWGs! I meant drawings!

Yang: Either way, I’m going to have to conduct a thorough search when I get back. After pizza of course.

Neo: The suspect may attempt to resist, better make sure you have your muff ready just in case.

Neo: Cuffs!

Neo: Ducking autocorrect!

<Yang and Neo drinking at a bar, getting lovely dovey together>

Stern Female Voice: “Excuse me!”

<Yang and Neo look up to see a white-haired woman in an Atlas military uniform and a very angry expression>

Winter: “Did you really think you could come to a public place and be able to get away with such behaviour without someone saying something? It is illegal to give alcohol to a minor!”

<Yang and Neo glance at eachother, Yang about to burst out laughing>

Yang recomposes herself: “Okay, I know this looks bad. But you’ve got so many things wrong about this it’s almost funny”

Winter: “You’re not going to be talking your way out of this”

Yang: “I’m serious. If you’ll just give me a chance to…”

<Yang looks over to Neo for support. Neo had disappeared from beside her only to reappear clutching Winters free arm playing a very good impression of a scared teenager. Neo withdraws her notepad and scrawls a hasty note, hands it to winter. Winters expression turns from indignation to outright rage.

Winter: “How dare you!”

<Winter draws her sword on Yang. Yang throws her hands up>

Winter: “Not only did you give this poor girl alcohol, but you also intended to force yourself upon her!”

<As much as she loved her Yang had to admit that Neo had an incredibly warped sense of humour in the worst possible circumstances>

Yang points to Winter: “Ok, you have got this all wrong”

Yang points to Neo: “And you, we’ll discuss this when we get home and you can be sure there will be serious punishment involved”

<Neo yelps and clutches herself tighter to Winters free arm>

Winter: “You will not lay another finger on such an innocent girl”

Yang: “Innocent? Oh, lady you have no idea. Do you know I once made a joke about the carpet matching the curtains and you know what she did? The next time I went down there she’d dyed it in three separate strips like a-”

<Winter is about to run Yang through on the tip of her sword>

Yang: “Ok, let’s talk about this”

True story. A friend of mine once had autocorrect change the shorthand DWGs for drugs when he texted me about some complex drugs he was working on. At least that’s what he told the police.
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The Remnant Armada