by David Bossman
WARNING! If you happened to have stumbled across this page from the main site somehow, this was a short story written as an inside joke for friends on the inter-webs. This is not suitable for anyone, anywhere, ever.
During a routine pre-operational meeting, Cas discovered a new meaning for the word ‘Horny.’ Cayde-6, a charismatic but boisterous Exo man, rallied the mustered troops.
“So, the first thing I’m going to do is repel to the operations floor through a breach in the ceiling.”
Cayde rustled his hunter's cloak to imitate the flutter of falling. A smile crept across the corner of Cas’s mouth, and she cupped her cheeks in her hands as she leaned her elbows on the holo-projecting table. Cas’s smile widened while she wondered at the possible uses for such a turgid horn resting on his cobalt blue face. Cayde continued his farce.
“After my hero landing, the Fallen are going to realize who they're fighting and panic."
Cayde pantomimed a hysterical child, throwing his hands in the air, spinning in circles, and running toward the exit.
“I’m gonna draw my trusty six-shooter, and take down anyone too stupid not to run. Pew! Pew! Pew!"
Cayde pointed a finger gun at random members of the audience and pretended to fire each time he said ‘pew.’ It may have been Cas’s imagination, or possible a daydream, but she was confident that he hesitated when he pointed toward her.
“Then, someone can get the intel or something.”
A stern awoken named Zavala stepped forward. He commanded the crowd’s respect but lacked Cayde’s charm or Ikora’s intelligence.
"Thank you for that…. colorful description, Cayde. We won't be doing any of that. It's a simple infiltration recon, and if you can get out undetected, even better. We're sending in a fire team of three: two guardians and a tower citizen. This technology is untested, and if anything goes wrong, we'll need an engineer's help. This is Ester Sin; she'll handle the tech. Cayde-6 and Cas Shadow will escort her into the heart of a fallen ship. Go forth in the Traveler's Light, guardians.”
Amanda Holiday maneuvered her ship to a landing zone located in the old European sector. Normally, guardians deployed directly to the surface, but the citizen accompanying the expedition couldn’t travel in Light. The bay doors cracked open, lurched downward, and the hydraulic system whined. Ester jumped the half meter gap between the exit ramp and ground. Cayde followed suit, but Cas hesitated at the door. She contemplated the optimal trajectory, but an impatient Cayde reached up, grabbed her by the hips, and lifted her from the vessel.
Surprised, Cas’s feet fluttered as they left the deck and she instinctively giggled. Cayde, naturally, followed her lead laughing. They could have continued forever, but as he set her on the ground, eye contact interrupted their mirth. Cas and Cayde fought the attraction and pulled away, but not without Amanda noticing from the cockpit. She pouted and turned toward the ship’s nose to prevent the others from witnessing her petty emotions. She punched the controls, and the bay door creaked shut. The ship shot into the air and disappeared amid the clouds.
Cayde drew his pistol, dropped to a knee and watched the field's edge for whatever enemy spooked Amanda enough to force the rapid ascent. After a moment, he holstered the weapon and scratched his head.
“Must be a false alarm.”
Cas shrugged. The trio skulked to the field’s edge and entered an abandoned city. City was a generous term, as there couldn’t have ever been more than 100,000 people in the area, but town was possibly a worse descriptor. Bombed out houses half sunk into earth reclaimed by the forests. Trees grew in several of the ruins, but grass, moss, and vines covered the city’s corpse. Golden age technology laid dormant in houses, but ancient toaster ovens weren’t going to help complete the mission. Cayde spoke to fill the silence.
“I hear we're going to some kind of stadium.”
Cas watched around the corner for approaching Fallen.
Cayde jumped onto the concrete base of a lamp post and spun around the steel pole to face Cas. He gingerly dangled from one arm as he spoke.
“Haven't you ever wondered what it was like? Running through the field! Cheering fans! Ahhhhh Cayde! Cayde! Well, I guess I know what that's like, but never for kicking a ball. There used to be a ball on top of the tower, then Zavala threw it off the ledge. Many guardians had to be revived trying to catch it...”
“I heard the residents who lived under the tower complained of balls hitting their roofs, so Zavala outlawed them...”
“That's basically what I said.”
The trio approached a bottleneck between stores in the ancient city's downtown. Cayde entered first, stepped on a wooden box, peeked into windows, and inspected the insides. The box swayed and tipped as he strained to look inside.
“All clear here.”
Ester and Cas approached just as Cayde fell and landed on rusted-out trash bins. The cans crashed and crackled under the exo's weight.
Cas bellowed a thunderous laugh while Ester giggled and covered her mouth. Cas reached for Cayde's hand, but his eyes lit, and he shouted.
A fallen patrol, drawn by the crashing sounds, rounded the corner and opened fire. Machine gun bullets raked their bodies and weakened their protective shields until the barriers broke under the constant barrage. Bullets ricocheted off of Cayde, dented his metal frame, snapped connective hosing, and ripped through Cas and Ester's flesh. All three of the infiltrators laid still in a pool of oil-tainted blood, and the Fallen Vandals ceased fire. One of the braver Fallen approached Cayde's body and poked him with the end of its saber.
Cayde's body jostled and continued shaking after the Fallen warrior retreated. A Ghost shell rose from Cayde's corpse and stared down the awe-stricken fiends. The shell blinked, and outer rings of glowing matter swirled in a display of dancing Light. The Fallen came to their senses a moment too late to stop a beam of Light from shooting out of the Ghost's eye and into Cayde's lifeless body. The corpse's wounds burned away to pristine metal and the force of his reincarnation lifted Cayde. His glowing form struck the Fallen dumbfounded. Cayde's consciousness burst from the glowing embers surrounding his corporal form, and the guardian returned.
Cayde ignored the Fallen clattering at the end of the alley and walked to Cas's Ghost who floated over her body, waiting for the Traveler's Light. Cayde cupped the shell, and Light flowed from his hands. The charged Ghost shone and floated from Cayde's hand into Cas's body. Her consciousness returned in an expedited version of the same ritual that revived her comrade. Her corporal form bounded from the ground and the Fallen winced.
Cayde trembled as he watched Ester and instinctively searched for her Ghost only to realize he wasn't going to find one. Blue light shone in his eyes to imitate pupils, but the color darkened and then bled into crimson until his soul appeared to burn. His hand stopped trembling as he tensed his arm and raised it skyward. The alley darkened as light hardened and encrusted around his body. In the blink of an eye, the energy concentrated into his palm and formed the shape of a hand cannon. Fragments of solar power clung to his chest and shoulders, occasionally bouncing off and dying in the air. Cayde pointed toward a Vandal, and the monster exploded with the sun's fire and fury. The same fate befell each villain.
Ester stirred in the alley's filth, and Cayde returned to his senses. Blood trickled down the sides of her cheeks, and more seeped through her chest plate. Cas held Ester's hand as her head bobbed around the ground, looking over the limited sky-view that peered over the buildings. Ester whispered a horse and raspy request.
Cas released Ester's hand, unfastened a clasp, and slid the helmet off her head. Ester gasped the Earth's unfiltered air, and a slight smile crept across her face as death approached and her brain released endorphins to cope. Ester's armor's bulk prevented her head from resting comfortably on the ground, so Cas slipped the woman's head onto her lap. Ester raised her hand again, and Cas grasped the cold glove. This time, she held a two-inch oblong drive and a locket.
“U... use the drive. Sa...ve the mission...”
Cas inspected the locket, and the casing opened as she slid a finger along the metal's edge. A picture of a man embracing Ester decorated the locket's right half and a picture of a two-year-old boy occupied the left.
“Who is this Ester?”
Ester's smile widened.
“That's my little Dick.”
“Ester, if you had such a little Dick, why did you even bother?”
“I did it because I have a little Dick.”
Ester reached up her hand, and Cas grabbed the limp appendage. Ester continued.
"I hope that one day he'll breathe the free air...”
Ester's speck of light faded, but something skulked into a nearby building, and Cayde and Cas didn't have time to mourn the dead.
- - -
Cas and Cayde flew into a Monsterous Rage and entered the rear. To their surprise, a family of three lived among the shit lining the walls inside. Cayde's gun fixed onto the parents of a ten-year-old boy, and the boy cried out. Cayde withdrew his hand cannon and held his palms in the air.
“Sorry, Sorry... It's ok, stop crying!”
The child clutched onto his mother's side, and Cayde scratched his robotic scalp with the underside of his revolver. Cas sheathed her sidearm and addressed the young couple.
“The area is swarming with Fallen, what are you doing here?”
The mother bit her lip fighting back a sarcastic response because she didn't want to shirk her potential saviors.
"We lived here years ago before these things came to the stadium. We thought it would be safe to return, but they trapped us in town.”
Cas tried to calm the child by addressing him directly.
“So, what's your name?”
The child only shied away, and his mother answered in his stead.
"His name is Onage. My name is Asteali, and this is Del."
Cas looked to Cayde.
“We need to help them.”
“Absolutely not! We need to complete the mission.”
Asteali and Del exchanged glances and wondered at the farce they just witnessed. Asteali spoke up.
“Just like that?”
“Yep, let's go.”
Del stepped forward.
“Okie Dokie, let's go!”
A crash boomed in the streets outside, and the pair rushed to a window. A Fallen Captain crawled down the side of a nearby shop. The crashing sound emanated from a neon sign it ripped from the wall. The captain stared at the building the family occupied. Onage looked up from his mother's side.
Cayde stepped from the window, approached the child, and poked his chest.
“Don't worry little fella, we are gonna make sure that you and your parents make it out of here safely!”
The child's demeanor didn't change. Cayde whistled and his ghost uncloaked. It floated near the child, scanned the boy, and then simulated fireworks exploding. Green hues shot from the Ghost's light and danced through the air, sparking and hissing. The colors morphed to blue, red, and white as the show completed and the boy watched, transfixed. Cayde winked and walked toward the exit.
The young family scurried behind Cayde as he slid open the door and skulked out of the exit. All five people crept to the town's outskirts without sight of the following Captain or any other Fallen patrols. They rested in a small clearing near the outskirts. Cas walked past a smashed car and stopped at a drain.
“Where does this go?”
“That runs to the outskirts of town, to the lake.”
Cas and Cayde exchanged looks, and then without discussion, they pulled the drainage cap, and Cas's Ghost illuminated the abyss. The tunnel was wide enough and tall enough for everyone to comfortably walk, and they'd be able to travel without enemies nearby. Cas lowered Asteali into the sewer's filth, and Del followed. An explosion rocked the field's edge, and Cas fell into the exposed drainage. Cayde toppled in and landed on top of Cas. Their eyes met, but Cas's helmet blocked her lightly blushed face. Asteali looked around the sewer.
“Oh my! Whatever are we gonna dooooo!?!?”
Cas stood on a raised ledge and peered out of the exposed sewer cap. She shrunk from a Captain hunched on top of the car surveying the area. Under the disabled car, Onage cowered from the Captain. Cas whispered for him, hoping the Captain wouldn't notice.
Onage eyed Cas, unsure if he could muster the bravery to risk his life.
“Slink, Onage! Come here!”
The Captain glanced between the car and drainage. He drew closer to inspect Onage's shadow. A crash rang from the field's far edge, and the Captain shot from the car and scurried to the source. Broken glass trickled from a three-inch wide hole in a window. The Captain lurched and crawled to the car in janky, sporadic movements. He stabbed his swords underneath, but they only slashed through the air.
Cayde walked in the tunnel's runoff, tossing a small stone up and down. He dropped it in a pool of water with a splash.
The group marched to the tunnel's end and exited a drainage pipe onto a lake's bank. Cas's boots sloshed through a fine layer of water pushed onto the lake's edge from a jumpship's exhaust. The family climbed aboard, and Cas and Cayde restarted their mission, again.
- - -
Cas and Cayde altered their alignments to arc, vanished, and infiltrated the Fallen's ship without incidence. Between the ambush and escorting the family, the duo entered the ship near sunset. To ensure their success, they decided to complete the mission after sunrise the next day. They stumbled across an emergency maintenance tunnel and waited in the unlit space. Cayde stared into the darkness, contemplating.
“Do you think it's my fault?”
Cas turned in the direction of Cayde's inquiry.
“What do you mean?”
“Ester, I couldn't keep...”
Cayde hesitated and then continued speaking in a shallow whisper.
“I couldn't keep my mouth shut, and she died...”
Cayde's candor surprised Cas.
“It's not your fault. The way they waited for us, they must have known, somehow...”
“Do you really think so?”
Cas never expected Cayde to have such a vulnerable side. His fear and insecurity clashed with the boisterous confidence that Cas fell in love with, but witnessing his secret changed her. Her emotions deepened as empathy tempered lust into desires that her body begged for her to explore.
“I think that you're perfect...”
As a side effect of Cayde sharing his Light with Cas, their thoughts, feelings, and needs temporarily intertwined. In the shaft's darkness, their Light called out to each other, drawing together their very essence. Pulsating waves tuned out the rest of the world until the dawn broke the pair apart.
- - -
Cas and Cayde crawled through the ship's auxiliary ventilation system until they found the vessel's command center. They peeked through a grating's fine slats. The grating pushed fresh air into the command center, but it also gave them a clear view. A pair of Vandals argued near a holographic projection of the local town's ruins. A yellow sphere marked the approximate location where the Fallen ambushed Cas's group. A Vandal pointed to the alley and slid his hand indicating the direction of gunfire. The other shook his head and motioned toward the base. Fallen Dregs sat in a row in front of monitors operating headsets. A Fallen Captain paced in front of the room's main terminal. Cayde looked to Cas.
“That's the terminal we need, we just need to figure out how to get there...”
The combined weight of Cayde's exo skeleton and the pair's armor cracked the vent shaft around the grate's junction.
The shaft fractured, and Cayde fell through the gaping hole. Cas lunged and grabbed Cayde's hand, but his weight dragged her along. Cayde landed on the pacing captain, killing him in a flash of ether. Cas crashed on operations floor with a groan as pain flashed in her lower back. Cayde sat up and faced Cas.
“Well, looks like we're Fallen now!?!? Get it?”
The Vandals and Dregs watched the spectacle in disbelief. The Captain's ether drenched Cayde's cloak and the wet cloth pressed against his legs as he stood.
"Oh no! My Cape! How will they know I'm a superhero???? Oh... hello... please don't hit the alarm or anything. We just got lost on the way to the ramen stand, and we'll be on our way..."
A Dreg typed into his monitor, and an alarm blared. Cayde sighed, pulled his revolver, and shot the disobedient creature. The Dreg's body sprawled over the desktop. The remaining Fallen jumped from their seats and pulled weapons from side holsters and lifted rifles laying next to the workstations. Cayde opened fire and the Fallen counterattacked. Cas hurried to the main consul and jammed Ester's drive into an empty slot on the face. Cas looked over the monitor, but couldn't read the confusing foreign writing.
“Ghost get out here! What does this mean?”
“It appears to be working. You need to wait for the countdown to end.”
Cas rushed to join Cayde as he defended from waves of attacking Fallen. Cas opened fire to the main entrance, but a side entrance flung open. Cayde reached across Cas's hips, pressed his body against hers, aimed toward the door and killed the encroaching enemies. Cas looped her hands over his head and rested her arms on his shoulder. She pointed her hand cannon to the main entrance and squeezed a few shots. Fallen rushed in through another entrance and Cayde shouted.
Cayde slid Cas between his legs, and she shot the enemies while gliding over the ether soaked floor. Cas rested for a moment, but Cayde pulled her back and lifted her toward the ceiling. Cas outstretched her arms and opened fire while Cayde twirled the pair like a whirling centrifuge separating the chemicals of lust and inhibition. Cayde placed Cas back on the floor and stepped toward her leg. She instinctively withdrew the matching leg. He led her step for step until the flak cannon shot passed. Cayde reached between his legs and spoke.
Cayde grabbed a serrated knife affixed to his outer thigh and threw it at an encroaching Dreg. A Vandal attempted to slash Cayde's back, and Cas put a bullet into his head.
Cayde smiled, grabbed Cas’s chest, and she gasped. He removed a grenade and the pin flew off as he tugged. He threw it to a squad of Dreg near the entrance and fried the bastards in an electric charge. Cayde gently smiled.
“Thanks for the bang.”
Cas’s ghost appeared and interrupted the duo
“The download is complete. Beep. We can go now. Boop.”
“Fine ghost. Let’s get out of here, but next time we should use protection.”
“A 'titan shield' would have helped with that section, but hey, look, we did fine.”
Smashed monitors replaced the holographic projections, doors blasted into the center, and every console sat in ruins except for where they extracted the data. Since Cayde and Cas still aligned arc, they turned invisible to exfiltrate the Fallen command ship. Vandals and Dregs flew by as the couple strolled through the corridors aglow from their recent encounter. Outside of the ship, they met no resistance from frantic patrols hunting a far superior prey. Cayde called for the evacuation ship as they approached the designated location.
"OK, Amanda, we have the package, let's skedaddle. We'll all go out for some ramen!"
“Cayde, what the hell happened out there!? Who was that family? Why did you leave a body in my ship?”
“Psssshhhhhhhhh, oh no! You’re breaking up! Pshhhhhhhhhh, just get down here.”
The vessel hovered in an open field as its exhaust pressed grass to the ground in compressing pulses. Cayde and Cas beamed into the jump ship, and the hatch snapped shut. The pair sat in adjacent seats, chatting, laughing, and occasionally touching. Amanda watched the spectacle, and her visage softened momentarily, but she regained herself. Amanda's face hardened, and she shot the ship into the air fast enough that Cayde and Cas bumped helmets while she tried fixing a crazy unicorn pin that fastened his cloak.
- - -
Two weeks after the questionably successful mission, Cas roamed her apartment in a pair of lime green short shorts with a canine picture stamped onto the rear. She dug into a pint of moose tracks ice cream, and occasionally, a drop of vanilla cream dripped onto her shirt. She wiped the smudge with a space paper towel, but it only ground the sugar into the cloth. Cas sighed and looked over to her pristine white fabric couch where Cayde sat holding a guitar.
“I can't believe people used to wear this all the time?! How did they keep it clean?”
“They just didn't drop food on themselves...”
“Oh, shut up! This golden age role play was your idea.”
“Tell me that's not way more comfortable than armor.”
Cas sat on the couch next to Cayde and rested her feet on a coffee table. She nibbled her ice cream and watched Cayde fiddle with his instrument.
“What's that thing?”
“It's for making music. Sweet, sweet music.”
"I heard of those... they are called an iPod?"
"What? No! This is a guitar, you play it to make music, and they record that and put it on an MP3 player. That's kind of like a more functional Ghost. I'm actually pretty good with this thing.”
Cayde ran his fingers up and down the guitar's neck and clumsily slammed the strings with his other hand.
“Cayde is so good... yay! He saved the day! Yay! Got the girl! Whaaaaaaaaa!”
“Got the girl, aye? Tell me, what else can those fingers do?”
Cayde laughed and laid the guitar down on the floor fast enough to snap a string with an awkward clank. He scooched next to her, lowered his mouth to her neck, and vibrated his mechanical lips. Cas giggled as she gently pushed him away.
“We can't, Cayde, the 'Red Legion' is coming.”
“I don't mind...”
...and they had a bloody-fucking good time.
- - -
The next morning, Cas and Cayde stood in the guardian outfitters looking for a new couch, but this time: not cloth, and definitely not white.
- - -
A month after her return from the Fallen vessel, Cas sat in a mind-numbing meeting outlining plans to attack a vex inter-dimensional gate. Cayde busied himself acquiring secret weaponry from the gunsmith, and so she didn't have any eye candy to distract her mind. Lord Zavala finished an overwhelmingly inspirational speech.
“Guardians! We will find the beating mechanical heart of the Vex and rip it from the diseased carcass that Oryx left as he threatened our friends and families! Only you, guardians, can finish this mission and ensure the walls we built to protect mankind can stand until the golden age comes again! Let's roll to victory and glory!"
A handful of titans sitting in the front of the room cheered, but Cas got the impression they didn't understand what he meant. Zavala scanned the room while the guardians shuffled from the exit.
“Cas Shadow, stay with me. We need to talk.”
Cas rolled her eyes while Zavala couldn't see her face but turned and walked to the front of the command center. Zavala watched for everyone else to leave before addressing Cas.
“Cas, you've awoken something in me! Something that makes my knees weaker than any cabal mother ship or hive pocket dimension."
“Cas! Titans are builders, and won't you build a life with me?”
“No. Just please stop.”
"Cas, do you really want me to stay so blue! Come enter the bubble of my life, and I'll shield you from sadness.”
“Sorry, I have to go and risk my life fighting murderous machines... can't really stay to chat.”
“Please, I already erected so many monuments to you that could rival even the traveler in scope and beauty. Let me hammer this home, so it strikes you, I want to be your sentinel!”
“Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope.”
- - -
Cas snuck into the depths of a Vex dimension. Phosphorus green rocks shone from cavernous outer walls, occasionally distorting the room's appearance. Cas regained herself and found the next platform. Cas's heart raced as she waited for the next stone to appear. Vex infrastructure twisted and pulled between four dimensions, that meant it risked disappearing completely in the three dimensions that Earthlings inhabited. Cas's platformed sputtered as chucks tore from the dimension. Her feet sunk into the void previously occupied by the platform. Just before she plunged to her death, the nearest rock appeared.
Cas leaped, landing roughly. She jumped again after the shock dissipated from her limbs and landed on the cave's structure leaving behind the platforms fading in and out of perception.
Cayde pressed ahead with an experimental anti-vex prototype, but Cas worried after he failed to return. She shouted through the darkness.
“Cayde? Where are you? Cayde?”
Her voice echoed through the igneous stone cavern. She hesitated to listen for encroaching Vex, but echoing footsteps didn't answer her call. Cas crept through the cave's darkened mouth, sidestepping stalagmites. A drop of dew slipped from the ceiling and splattered on the crown of Cas's head. She recoiled from the sudden chill but regained herself and pressed on. Cas found Cayde in the chamber at the cave's end.
Vex's shattered frames strewn about the onyx floor amid puddles of a transcendent off-white liquid. One Vex harpy floated near an active time gate. The harpy's antenna snapped from its body during the struggle, and it disconnected from the vex hive mind leaving the area a blind spot. The harpy suspended Cayde in a tangle of translucent, slick tentacles.
The tentacles wrapped around Cayde's legs, hips, shoulders, and neck. The tentacle around his neck released magnetic pulses that disrupted his exo body and forced it to suspend limply. A final tentacle wrapped around Cayde's head, and the magnetic field jerked him between lucidity and ecstasy. Cayde snapped into a lucid moment.
“Oh My God... Cas... You need to get me.... oh .... oh.... ahhhhhh....”
Cayde spilled into a moment of ecstasy and lost the ability to communicate. His body jerked, tightened, and then he calmed back into a moment of consciousness.
“Cas, please! You got to... ohhhhh... uhhhhh... hmmmmmmm...”
Cas holstered her pistol, sat, and decided to enjoy the show for a little while.
- - -
Cas and Cayde relaxed in a nightclub in the Last City named The Mixer. Cayde awkwardly danced among green, blue, and red flashes on the main dance floor while Cas pushed her way to the bar to buy drinks. His dancing mostly consisted of pointing to someone, pointing to himself, and thrusting his hips. Most people walked away, disgusted. Cas waited for the bartender to serve the person in front of her.
“Hey, Chan, what you want this time?”
Chan gripped the counter to stop herself from falling over.
“I'll take a drinkie.”
“Just a plain drinkie, Chan?”
The bartender pointed to a mix and match board covered with strange mix names above his shoulder.
“Hmmmm, Darrow, so many choices! How about a mega-kawaii teen idol drinkie!”
"Wow, don't you know how much proof is in a mega-kawaii teen idol drinkie, Chan? Remember the last time; you woke up in that seedy Village Hotel and that time in the..."
“If I want to put all of the proof in me and wake up in a seedy hotel or dungeon cell, that's my business!”
Darrow rolled his eyes, poured Chan a mixed drink with 16-year aged scotch and handed over a massive tiki idol glass. He faced Cas, who approached the bar.
“I'll take a double bourbon and a shot of 'silver' for the exo.”
Cas took the drinks from Darrow and marched toward the dance floor. A drunken Ikora Rey intercepted her at the intersection where carpet turned to a hardwood floor.
Ikora hung onto Cas, and she was forced to wait or spill the drinks.
“Oh, hi Ikora... how are you doing?”
Ikora breathed into Cas's face, and the stench of alcohol wafted over Cas's senses.
“Shooo, you know that when I shhhhtudied the hibe I shpent agis hiding in caverns on the moon. Those caves were kind of lonely....”
Cas faked a smile.
“That's great, Ikora...”
“Shoo let me know if you want to see my 'secret cave.' “
Ikora winked, and before Cas could comprehend what was happening, Ikora leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Cas shuddered, and then Ikora opened her mouth and shoved her tongue into Cas's. Ikora tasted of cotton candy vodka and shame. Ikora let Cas go and stumbled away to cheers from the nearby people.
Cas was sure she didn't want to see Ikora's 'lady cavern.' Cas turned and continued toward Cayde, but Amanda Holiday intercepted on the way.
"I see that you and Cayde are really close now... I totally get it. I mean, I like riding my sparrow, and that's essentially the same thing..."
Amanda's words held the sharpened edge of a jealous woman, and no the bitter edge of hatred spewed by a bigot. Cas's frown turned to a grin as she thought of a rebuttal.
“A sparrow? Isn't that a little basic... actually, that fits you well...”
Amanda huffed and stormed off of the dance floor. Cas continued to Cayde and handed him the shot of Silver.
“I have no idea what's going on, but let's just get out of here...”
- - -
Cayde and Cas burst into her apartment kissing her lips to a slightly warmed, vibrating lower mouth. Cayde unpinned his hunter's cloak and threw it over Cas's and his Ghosts so that the voyeurs couldn't watch. Cayde unfastened Cas's chest armor with one sweeping motion, and the bulky attire crashed through her coffee table. Cayde threw her onto the couch, and the front left leg snapped off, and Cas laid at an angle. She slid up the incline to make room. Cayde reached for a leaver on Cas's side, and her leg armor detached and fell off to the side.
Cayde drew his face to Cas's neck and tickled her with a slight vibration of his lower jaw, and she giggled. As he slid his head lower on her body, the stimulation increased, and soft moans replaced her laughter. Light sparks pricked her breasts and nipples, creating just enough pain for her back to tighten and her chest thrust out. Cayde lowered, and Cas's abs tightened and released. She drew her breath, but eventually, had to breathe in gasping pants.
Cayde's horn united them into one perfect being. He controlled her every feeling by alternating how it pulsed, vibrated, and stimulated. His horn vibrated in pulsing waves and Cas closed her legs so hard that metal angles in his skull bruised her thighs. The tension building in Cas's core grew with every shift in technique, and the dam broke over Cayde's checks and down his neck. Cayde pulled away.
Shadow disappeared when Cayde popped his golden gun and covered every curve and filled every crevice with sticky, luminescent Light.