Good girl. I knew you could do it. Proud of you.

How was it? What was her name? How did you do it? Did she have a cock? Did you get her contact on Prism? 

Hannah's left thumb dances across her phone screen, tapping out her message one-handed with the dexterity only someone used to type-fucking has.

So many questions! It was lovely. Kumi, I didn't get a last name or her contact info. I got on top 'cause she did have a cock. I felt like being in control after all the time without you. It was easier to be vulnerable if I got to be in charge. 

She pauses. 

I kind of regret not getting her contact details, honestly. She was kind of sweet. A little shy. Not used to Heart. But I liked her. I petted her for a while while I waited for her to be around.

I really miss you.

Is someone feeling like she has to defend herself? 

It's okay if you love her, Hannah. 

Hannah leans a little more heavily against the brass handhold as the tram comes off of the bridge, the jolt shaking her a bit. 

It's not that I love her - 

Okay, it could be that I love her, but really I just miss you. I want you. Five more days feels like forever. I miss you so hard. 

Mmmmmm. Perhaps I'll have to remind you of my touch a little more. 

Even in the worst case, it won't be so much longer. I love you. I'll be home soon. And then we can do it together all we want.

Hannah leans her head against her hand on the guardrail.

Sometimes I feel like whenever you're gone for more than two weeks it's like you'll never be back again, as far as my pussy thinks about it.

I mean, I guess that's not unusual for a kitty. They don't really have object permanence. 

Hannah snorts. 

Yeah, not real big on the whole thinking thing.

I want to fuck you again tonight. With everything we can manage together. The vibe, hearing you aloud, everything we can throw at it. I know it's a little awkward to do phone sex in your hotel room where people could overhear, but I'm asking nicely, okay? I really need to feel your touch. To feel owned by you, to feel like I'm yours.

Awwwwwww. If you're asking so nicely I guess I can't turn you down. I'll just have to whisper in your ear a little, won't I?

Hannah looks out at the puddles on the sidewalk for a long moment, then brings her hand off the train's brace and sits down to put her right hand on the phone as well. 

If you don't really want to do it you don't have to, I know you've had a long day with so many meetings and I've been really keeping you busy. I love you and I want you to be happy. 

You really are missing me a lot, huh? You aren't usually this nervous about feeling wanted. Take some time to clear your head, love. I'll be there for you tonight. 

If you want to talk about it, that's okay too. I have papers to go through but you know I'm always here for you.

Hannah leans over her phone, and sighs slightly. 

Yeah. Fucking Kumi really... brought things into focus. I don't want sex, I want you, and even though I feel a bit more happy and a little less - listless, like I've lost something - knowing what I'm missing and why is hard. I can get by without you, I have before, but it hurts. It's sharp, now. Refreshingly clear, instead of the dull, listless ache I had this morning. 

It feels better, in a weird way. I know this will pass now. I know that in five more days I'll be back in your arms. And I can wait. But I ache for you, Mia.

Needy little thing. 

I love you. I'll be there. We'll have that phone sex, and in five days I'll be back and we'll have return-from-business-trip sex and it'll be great. But I know it's hard to wait. 

Wait patiently like a good girl and you will be rewarded by your mistress, mmm?~

Hannah sits back and nods. 

... Doing it for you makes it easier, she types back. And Kumi was a really nice distraction. 

Do you know if she's going to be around for any longer?

Hannah leans against the side of her seat and crosses her legs, feeling the soft judder of the tram beneath her. 

She said she'd be around for a week or so. I could maybe find her again if I hung out at the il'ka for long enough.

You have a mission then: Seduce the kitsune tourist into a threesome with your mistress. If you like her, I bet I'll like her too, and I want to offer you something special. 

If you can convince her to be a third, you get a prize. The prize is extra on top of any lovely threesome sex we have together. If she doesn't take you up on it after you put it to her seriously, you also get a prize. No prize for not trying though. 

Up for it?

Hannah leans her head against the seat back and considers it. 

Honestly, it'd probably be a good distraction. And it's not like the sex was bad at all. 

Sure, consider your challenge accepted.

Good girl. Where are you right now?

Hannah glances out the window again, and sees the familiar houses of her local neighborhood.

On the tram. Home stop's coming up soon.

Don't miss your stop now.

Hannah rolls her eyes, but smiles.

Yes, Mistress. See you again when I'm back at the house, then.

She gets up from her seat, and slips her phone back into the pocket of her windbreaker.

The tram trundles on, familiar buildings passing. A woman in a deep green dress passes, looking down at her phone as her braided hair blows in the wind. The trees are bright and soft, sunlight dappling down from them. 

The world is filled with the hush of quiet after rain, puddles on the ground reflecting the sun. It smells of petrichor. 

The green glass of the tram station appears over the hill. 

Hannah approaches the tram's doors and leans against the brass handle there, looking out at the street. Her neighborhood nestles away near one of the city's many parks, so there's plenty of greenery to follow the patterns of the shifting leaves in. 

She drifts, for a little bit, just experiencing the world.

Eventually, the tram slips into its station and stops by the platform. The doors slide open.