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As she waves goodbye at Callie, Deep Cut, and Agent 3, Marie watches Captain carry Gramps into the cabin.“Are you gonna be okay?” She asks, directing it at both of them. They’ve determined that the dehydration wouldn’t keep hurting Gramps, and his vitals remain normal, but they’re also at a loss as to whether or not he’ll ever get out of this form. Captain isn’t very expressive, even to those who know them well, but Marie can tell that they’re shaken.“Yeah, I’m just catching up with Tavi!” Gramps calls out, his voice still sonorous. Marie has also noticed that Gramps keeps calling Octavio by a nickname, and while she doesn’t like that Agent 3 and Callie and even Gramps are on speaking terms with him, she kind of appreciates that he’s there for Gramps at this time.She knows that in the meantime, Captain will be calling Agent 8. Agent 8 is at a camp for octolings interested in inkling literature, and she’s like a kid tasting candy for the first time, even though she’s been in Inkopolis for a few years now. They’re probably just going to sit in the office and play video games over the phone on that impractically large monitor Callie insisted would be good for surveillance and promptly moved into the game room the next day that one time. They’re the power couple of the Splatoon, two remarkable individuals with their own war hero medals (even if it was just bestowed on them by Pearl, someone with no legal authority), and everyone envies how sweet they are.They’ve had hard lives. Marie’s glad that they have each other; she can tell, just by the way they look at each other, they share a secret understanding that can be rare to find, especially for someone taking on a new life and another with more than their fair share of horrors witnessed and fought.And Callie’s getting along with Deep Cut so well she’s almost worried about their influence on her. They’ve been battling and scavenging together, and Marie knows that Callie has already promised them a collab and a separate feature on her own solo album that she keeps saying she’ll release next year, and Marie also has already had to talk all four of them out of getting a bad matching tattoo.The new agent 3 is easygoing, independent, and communicates well, which is a major relief to Marie. Deep Cut has taken a liking to them too and keeps taking them out, but Agent 3 is sensible enough to not get roped into any trouble, which makes Marie’s job a lot easier.That just leaves Agent 4. Marie likes to catalogue her fellow comrades in her head, but she always loses track at Agent 4.Their real name is Cove. They like to keep their tentacles bright yellow. They usually use the Herobrush Replica in battles, and sometimes the Hero Shot, and they were – are – a bit pretentious about music, which is why they didn’t recognize the Squid Sisters at first. They’re pretty quiet until they get comfortable, and they have the cutest voice…Okay, maybe Marie got a little carried away. Another fact: Cove is going to call her soon, so she needs to get to her apartment fast.Yet another fact: Cove sent her a gift in the mail that she can only open during the call.Before Marie knows it, she’s unlocking her front door, the parcel burning a hole in her coat pocket. It’s small enough to fit in one hand, seems to have a button or dial, and…in fact, it’s so small she could hide it in her palm. She’s really wondering what it might be. It could be a fidget toy? She doesn’t really use those, but it might help her focus during paperwork.She shrugs off her coat just as her phone rings. Her ringtone for Cove is an Off The Hook song, mostly because she thinks it’s a little conceited to have herself on a ringtone and she doesn’t want Callie announcing every time Marie’s girlfriend calls her. No one wants their cousin to get involved in conversations that sometimes aren’t family friendly.“Hey, Four.” Marie says, as she walks into her room and launches herself on the bed. “Work sucked. One of the octarians had an allergic reaction to the defuzzing treatment.” But even with that on her mind, she can’t help but smile just knowing Cove’s on the other end of the line.“Hey, Marie. Do you have the package?” Cove sounds shy. More shy than usual.Marie reaches down to rummage through her coat. “Yeah, I’ve been keeping it with me the whole day, waiting for you. What’s on your mind?”There’s a pause. “Are you alone? I tried waiting until you got home, but I wasn’t sure and I got impatient…”Marie tilts her head a little, even though she knows Cove can’t see it. She wonders if they’re okay. “Yeah, I’m in my room. Callie’s out and so is Kaori. What about you?” She only refers to Cove by their agent number, since it’s how they first got to know each other, since Cove told her they like it. Even though Cove’s retired, the agent days and the Splatoon still mean a lot to them.In addition, being Four implies that Marie’s in charge.“Yeah, I’m in my room too. Do you want to open it?”Marie tears the package open, careful not to disturb Cove’s handwriting and the cute little stamp of a zapfish. Her guess seems to be right, at first glance; the device has a button where her thumb might go, a dial, a few smaller buttons, and what looks like a touch pad. It seems very functional, maybe too much so to just fidget with, but she doesn’t see anything that turns the inputs into an output. It slots perfectly into her grip. “I’ve got it. What is this? I’ve never seen something like it before.” She presses the largest button and it does have a satisfying click, but nothing happens.Cove makes a small noise. “Uh, so, I guess you found the button?” Their voice is a little different, almost uncertain, and Marie wonders if they’re nervous about it. It definitely seems like a custom piece, something that they might have crafted meticulously in the way she loves them for.Marie taps the button again. Again, that little noise. It sounds very familiar. “Okay, so this button does something on your end?”“You could say that…”She’s definitely curious now. “What is this, anyway?” She pushes the button in, realizing it seems to have varying levels of pressure, and she’s honestly impressed. “It’s a nice piece of work. Did you make it yourself?”Cove’s breathing pretty heavily. Their voice sounds a little strained as they say, “Yeah. Can I…can I show you something?”A video request comes in. Marie immediately approves it, and a video feed appears on her wall. There’s Cove, on their bed. Mostly their lower half, since they’re on their rear camera. They’re wearing a black flannel shirt and tight black jeans, showing just a little bit of skin, and hinting at slight curves. God she misses them so much.Then their hand shows up, unbuttoning their jeans, pulling down to show that there’s something in their briefs.Oh. Is that…?Marie immediately clenches her fist around the item. She needs to know.Cove’s legs tremble and they arch their back, already letting out those cute little whimpers. One of their hands flies to cover their mouth while the other grabs their thigh, digging their nails in. “Fuck, Marie…”She can’t help but laugh at them a little. She knows they like it. “You really missed me, huh?”Her girlfriend just whimpers a little more. They start unbuttoning their shirt too, moving so fast those buttons almost fly off. Their hips lift up like they’re waiting for her touch. “You’re going to kill me if you don’t stop, I swear.”The moment she lets go, though, Four barely bites back a sob.Marie grins wickedly and tells them, her voice mockingly gentle, “It sounds like you don’t want me to stop. I mean, you made this for me after all, and you don’t want me to use it?”Four grabs at the sheets, trying to even their breathing. They seem very pent up. Marie’s familiar with how easy they are and all their triggers, the signs that they’re getting submissive and needy, and this is a bit fast even for them, even though they’ve been apart for a while. So she starts up again, not as aggressively, just enough to keep them flustered and remind them who owns them.As they try to hold back those pretty little moans, she says, “Good girl. Just breathe slow, and moan out loud for me.” It’s not quite the same just seeing them on a projection, not being able to actually touch them, kiss them, hold them in a tangle of limbs and tentacles and feel all the signs of their arousal in person, like when they tremble and breathe onto her when they bury their face against her shoulder, or when they close their thighs around her waist, or even their scent…Maybe she’s getting a little carried away. Four’s humping the air now, their body completely under her control, and they’re moaning her name, just like she told them to.“You know,” Marie says, “it’s fun calling you a good girl or something like that. You get so flustered, you start blushing, and I know it’s not just because you’re a perfectionist. I really like that I can call you that in public too and just know that you’re getting worked up already.”“Don’t…” Four shifts restlessly, and that’s when Marie notices a shirt that she left behind near their face. “I think I’m going to cum soon.”“Do you want to?”Four pauses for a bit. “I want you to edge me. I’ve been waiting for days, I haven’t even touched myself since before I sent you the remote. I mean I had to test it but…” they trail off.“Oh?” Marie says, turning the vibe down. It’s about as low as she can go without turning it off completely, but Four seems so close that she doesn’t want to accidentally ruin their orgasm. Yet. “And what were you thinking about when you, ah, tested it?”Four whines a little as they answer, “You. I was looking at that photo you sent me… you looked so pretty, I had to…”Here’s another fact: Sometimes Marie sends Four pictures of herself. She likes a bit of thrill, mystique, whatever, like selfies where her coat is just unbuttoned enough to hint that she’s not wearing anything underneath, nudes where Four eventually notices she’s outside, and innocuous photos of her trying on new outfits, just because she knows Four gets very flustered.Marie smiles. “Which photo, exactly?”“The one with you…uh…”“Come on, I’m waiting.” Marie moves off the button entirely.Four’s grabbing at the sheets again. “Okay, fine! It was the one where you were wearing my clothes.”“Good girl. Keep talking.”“About what?” Four sounds adorably confused. They start and stop a few times before Marie taps the button, making them jump, and they blurt out, “I was thinking about when we first met, I didn’t recognize you but I thought you were pretty, and now you’re wearing my clothes and it’s just… ugh…” they cover their mouth.Marie purrs as she turns on her camera, showing the remote in her hand. She holds it down deliberately, watching Four break into little moans, their thighs parting and flexing as they writhe on their bed. “So what’s the rest of these buttons for? Are you going to tell me, or should I just figure it out myself?”She turns the dial a little, noticing it only had room to move in one direction. The vibrations are audible now, rivalling Four’s high pitched moans, and she realizes that there’s far more intense settings than she expected. Four isn’t composed enough to answer, just moaning her name and cursing under their breath, thrashing around. “Please…”“Please what?” Marie says, grinning. “Do you want me to keep turning it up? Are you thinking about how if I was there right now, I would pin you down so you couldn’t struggle? Because that’s what I’m thinking.”Four groans, lifting their hips. “Please let me cum…”It’s one of those nights. Interesting. “I thought you said you wanted me to edge you.” Marie puts some bite into her voice. “You won’t cum unless I tell you to.” And then she dials it up higher. “Now are you going to be a good girl–“ Four whimpers– “and tell me about my little present?”“I guess you found the dial, it turns up the maximum intensity, and…” The words spill out of Four, feverish with lust, and every so often they get interrupted by stuttering gasps. “The other buttons, they set a rhythm, so it feels more… it feels more like you touching me…”“Smart girl.” Marie pulls her blouse over her head, revealing her lingerie, and asks Four, “Do you want to see me right now?”Four moans out, “Yes, please, I want to see you, I want to touch you so bad…I can’t stop thinking about you…” The camera shifts so she can see their whole body, and they’re so adorable it makes Marie lose her breath. Their face is tinted blue, scrunched up, and there’s a few tears gathering at the corners of their eyes as they shudder and gasp, turning their head as their body struggles trying to find more stimulation.Marie turns on her own camera, adjusting it so Four can see her reclining, and stretches a little, just to put on a show. She says, trying to keep herself under control, “You’re so cute like this. I’m thinking about kissing you, right now. I want to kiss you until we’re both out of air, feel you moan into my mouth, and the whole time I won’t stop teasing you.”“Fuck…” Four’s eyes go wide. The sight is enough to distract them from their thrashing around, even though Marie hasn’t changed the intensity, and their look of absolute wonder makes warmth swell inside her.They’re not really saying much, but Marie lets that slide. She just wants them to feel good. “I want to taste you.” She misses laying between their thighs, hearing them tell her how good it feels when she laps at their heat, feeling them throb and quiver and tense up, all these things she just can’t recreate over a call, but she can still have moments like these. “I miss how you smell.” She blushes a little saying that. “Show me how wet you are.”Four moans, reaching towards the camera, and after a moment Marie can see the vibrator secured around their clit with medical tape, and the wet sheen all over their slit, smeared onto their inner thighs, and their folds pulsing as some more fluid gushes from within. A tremor ripples through them, they sob, arcing upwards and even closer to their camera. The device is a motor above their mound linked to translucent tactile membranes covering most of their slit, and Marie’s heard Four talk about that material before.She hums thoughtfully. “How long have you been working on this?”Four gasps out, “Three months. I– fuck– I wanted something that would feel like you, take control away from me, so I can have my hands free… oh god, Marie, please…” their voice is heavy with want, and their needy cunt is making Marie’s mouth water.“Four?” Marie notices Four is barely conscious at this point, just keening and stuttering through incoherent phrases, voice small and fast, like a prayer. “Four.”It’s clearly difficult, but Four wrests some control over their mind and answers, “Marie…what do you want? Please, I’ll do anything…”“Tell me what the touch pad does.” She raises the remote to the camera, showing Four that the touch pad is just near her thumb and index finger, and slides her thumb off the trigger again.A tremble violently rips through Four and they collapse, sobbing and keening so sharply Marie almost feels bad. They surrender to her so naturally, and she’s just so cruel. It’s not her fault, though, that they’re so adorable whenever she pushes them to the edge, and always so helpless.Seconds pass before Four finally composes themselves enough to answer. They seem embarrassed too, hands covering their face and turning away from the camera. “You can touch there and I’ll…I’ll feel it…”Marie laughs a little, which doesn’t help Four at all, but it gets them even more worked up, and they’re blushing so much that she can see it on their chest and their face is almost lighting up. She runs her thumb along the touch pad, and Four’s hips immediately jerk up, and they yell, “Fuck!”Four’s hips thrust into the air again, and again, rutting against Marie’s touch. These low, drawn-out moans…she missed it so much, having Four under her control, ruining them with pleasure, making them beg for the obscene things she does to them, and a selfish part of her just wants to punish them for not being here right now, but she knows they’re already overwhelmed after all the torment she put them through, and she just wants to hear them finally cum at her hands.She goes with long, steady strokes, watching the electrodes light up as she works, watching Four writhe and gasp and cry out with pleasure, the way they grab at anything they can reach, their whole body trembling, the teary look and clenched teeth, committing it all to memory. “Beg me,” she breathes, her own voice heavy with lust, “beg me to make you come.”“Please, please…” Four sobs, twisting side to side, “Marie…fuck…I’m so close…”Marie trills a little, getting very turned on from her desperate girlfriend’s performance. “Good girl, putting on such a show for me…Do you want to come for me? Beg for it. Tell me what you are.”Four whines sharply before they speak. “I’m yours, Marie, I’m yours, I really need it so bad, you’re so hot, I want you to make me come, I want you, please…” they break off into sobbing moans, completely lost to the heat between their legs, as it builds to a fever pitch. And Marie’s doing this, she’s the one making them so horny, so needy, and she can’t keep waiting any longer, she turns everything up to max intensity and pushes forward.“Come for me,” she growls, her voice rough with desire.Four thrashes on their bed, their moans rising in pitch, racked by shuddering breaths and broken sobs as their orgasm finally has them in its throes, gushing cum flowing down their thighs and onto their sheets, only incoherent curse words spilling from their mouth as their face contorts, and then finally it subsides, still intense enough that all Four can do is twitch weakly and pant, their chest heaving, and Marie notices the white of their eyes through their squint.“Four?” She asks, but there’s no sign of a response. This isn’t new – Four has passed out from orgasms before, but she still gets worried sometimes.Four groans weakly after another moment. “Ugh, fuck…” They shift themselves towards their headboard, lifting their head just enough to rest it on a pillow.“Are you feeling okay?”Four smiles at her, and slowly raises their arm, thumbs up.