Only in America

When she was thirty-seven, America Ortega, Captain of the USS Sainterprise (or whatever the fuck Pierce was calling it today), also finally learned how to deal with stress.

Despite everything that had happened, in spite of herself America found that she was starting to kind of like the simulation. Sure, on the one hand, there were no actual people, just hollow mockeries of the human race she'd been unable to save designed specifically to drive her to insanity and despair. But on the other hand, she had fucking superpowers. Existential angst seemed like such a small price to pay for the ability to lift a tank over her head with her mind.

"Asha, now!"

There was a blue and purple flash, and the venerated agent of an agency that no longer existed dropped out of the sky, driving her fist down the alien tank's main barrel and making it collapse on itself like a gazebo made of wet sauerkraut.

As the last of the Zin scattered into red pixels, Asha stretched. Given the way her new armor showed off her stomach, America wasn't complaining. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but you were right. That is exquisite stress relief."

"Oh, just doing my part to keep my crew happy. How do you think everyone's doing?"

Asha let out a breath, even though she wasn't actually breathing, then leaned back against one of the park's many realistic-feeling trees. "Kinzie, Keith, Shaundi, and Matt are focusing on the job, so they probably won't explode until later. Pierce and Ben are finding other things to distract them. The robot I couldn't possibly care less about. And your friend Johnny scares the living shit out of me."

America grinned. She was still having a hard time believing that Johnny Fucking Gat was back in her life. "Ah, he's all right once you get to know him. What about you?"

Asha blinked. "What about me?"

America sat down on the edge of the fountain. "How are you holding up?"

Asha sighed. "Well, let's put it this way. I certainly don't mind a little stress relief."

The line made America grin, as did another quick glance down Asha's toned body. This time, the agent noticed. "What?"

"Nothing." She unabashedly took another look. "I just really like the new outfit."

Asha rolled her eyes, then disappeared in a cloud of pixels. By the time America managed to jump and glide and wallrun her way to one of Kinzie's gateways and follow her out, Asha was back where she always was, working out. Her stretching just brought America's attention back to the lithe, athletic body that must have been underneath that unflattering space suit.

Asha looked up with a sigh as she approached, but America just smiled. She needed some stress relief too.

"Asha, I respect you too much to bullshit you."

Asha snorted. "You don't respect me."

America shrugged. "No, that's...that's true."

The agent rolled her eyes, leaning back against the bench press they'd salvaged from the wreckage. "What do you want?"

America finally just leaned in. "I'm looking for rough sex and Kinzie scares the shit out of me."

Asha grimaced, eyes traveling thoughtfully up and down the Latina's muscular body, catching on the bounteous cleavage revealed by her suit. Asha sighed. "I stay on top, and you don't get to talk."

America grinned. "Deal!"

"Come on. If we're going to do this, we're going to make damn well sure no one finds out about it."

America followed wordlessly to the corridor behind the bridge, where Asha very efficiently tapped open the release for the escape pod hatch. "Strip and get in."

America grinned even as she started to comply. "Side of you I've never seen..."

Asha shoved her the rest of the way in, America's bare ass hitting the bench even as Asha started to strip off her own suit. "And I said no talking."

The pod was tight, barely enough room for Asha to grind against her lap, hands squeezing America's tits. "You do realize what a liability these are?" Asha growled as she palmed big handfuls of flesh. "Do you have any idea how it cuts into your combat reaction times to have these giant udders flopping around in front of you?"

She pinched America's nipples, and the Latina bucked up against her hips. When the twisting and pinching on the sensitive buds and the grinding of Asha's hot cunt just inches from hers had gotten America so wet she was ready to grab Asha and fuck her, damn their terms, Asha pushed down on her shoulders.

"Slide down." As America obeyed, Asha slid up, and to the Latina's delight that left the agent's neatly-trimmed black bush less than an inch from her face. "Now make me come."

America grabbed Asha's firm ass cheeks and pulled her in, both women groaning as America found the agent's slender, soaking lips. A few powerful strokes of her tongue, and America had Asha's murmured oaths to queen and country echoing through the escape pod.

America kneaded the muscular ass in her hands, pulling the cheeks apart until she could feel Asha's hole with the tip of her finger. At the same time her tongue sought out the spot just below Asha's clit, teasing and tormenting until Asha was all but pounding her hips against the Latina's face.

When her finger wormed its way into Asha's asshole, Asha squealed, and a flood of cunt juice covered America's face. She'd just capitalized on all the new lubrication to add two fingers to the agent's pussy when the airlock opened with a buzz.

Asha froze, and America lifted her head to look around her six-pack abs to find Pierce, fingers splayed over his eyes. "Uh, hey guys! So...CID says we got a Zin patrol on sensors, and we're gonna have to move the ship. So uh, you might want to strap-on...in! Strap in!"

Asha was frozen solid, but America was grinning. "Thanks, Pierce. I'm sure we can find something to hold on to."

"Uh...yeah. Right. Okay. Bye."

She could hear Pierce's stampeding footfalls even before the escape pod door hisses shut again. When it did, Asha finally moved.

"Oh my god..." She glanced down at the woman between her legs. "Stop laughing! This isn't funny!"

America didn't stop laughing.

Asha's hand grabbed hold of her ponytail, jerking her up to face her. "If you stop laughing right now, next time you get to be on top."

America stopped laughing.