When Trinity first woke, just before the crack of dawn, to find Radiance, the superhero who had captured her, clinging to her arm, she didn't know what the fuck to do. She had to rub her eyes with her other hand a few times just to confirm it was real and not some kind of twisted dream. Once she was sure she was awake, it was all she could do not to laugh. The situation was almost comical. If she wasn't seeing it with her own eyes, it would have been impossible for her to picture Radiance that way, at rest, eyes closed, clinging to her for... what? Warmth? Comfort? She couldn't know, but she couldn't help wondering.
And what was she supposed to do? Wake the hero up? Laugh at her? That seemed unbearably childish, somehow. Trinity didn't want to be the kind of petty asshole who crowed over things like that. She couldn't blame anyone for reaching out for something, or someone, as they slept. Not even Radiance. That didn't make the sheer awkwardness of the situation any easier to bear, though. Trinity swiftly decided that if Radiance woke up, it would only get more awkward, and that only left her one choice.
Do nothing.
So, the supervillain - not that she felt like much of a supervillain, in that moment - stayed as still as she possibly could, allowing her hated rival to sleep like a baby at her side as she stared up at the skylight in the ceiling, watching as the sun's golden light slowly inched its way up into the sky. It was a strange sight for a night owl like her, but not an unpleasant one.
Eventually, mercifully, Radiance released her and rolled over, the tanned, golden-haired, muscular hero still sound asleep and still blissfully unaware of what she had been doing. With that, Trinity was able to breathe a sigh of relief and shift into a more comfortable position. And, as she contemplated the strange way lying in bed next to Radiance made her feel, she slowly slipped back into unconsciousness herself.
When she woke next, the sun was higher in the sky, and Trinity was alone in bed. That, too, was a kind of mercy. The bed wasn't big enough for the both of them, not really, and Trinity was glad for the chance to spread out and stretch her weary body. A night's sleep had done her some good, but not enough good to completely take the edge off of all of her aches and pains. In particular, her ass was incredibly sore from the spanking Radiance had given her the day before. Rolling over and peering over her shoulder, Trinity could see that her ass cheeks looked like little more than a pair of huge, impressive bruises. Strangely, that made her blush more than it pissed her off.
When she didn't spot Radiance right away, Trinity swiftly checked to see if the hero's golden, mind-controlling chain was still in place around her wrist. She hated that she even needed to check; the feeling of being bound by it was already becoming too familiar to notice. Unfortunately, it was, and when Trinity peered over the edge of the bed to follow it, she was greeted with the sight of Radiance engaged in a morning workout on the floor.
Totally naked.
For the second time in as many minutes of being awake, Trinity found herself blushing fiercely. She was, once again, filled with indignant resentment towards her captor for looking so damn perfect. Radiance's powerful, impressive muscles were so perfectly-formed they could have been cut from marble, and the way they flexed as Radiance completed a set of slow, deliberate push-ups was almost hypnotic. Her tanned skin seemed to glow in the morning light, and Trinity couldn't help but notice that Radiance's ass was every bit as perfect as all the rest of her.
She badly wished she could have been indifferent to the sight but unfortunately, she was far too much of a lesbian for that. The feminine urge to take those buns in her hands and squeeze them as hard as she could was all but irresistible. Normally, Trinity would have taken thoughts like those and repressed them as deeply and viciously as she could, but in her weary, groggy state, she was defenseless. It didn't help that Radiance looked so unearthly, so angelic. Even her hair looked perfect, her wavy sidecut lending her the perfect amount of personality to make her look like a hot, gay woman and not a mere mannequin. It was so unfair. Hair that perfect was supposed to be impossible so early in the morning.
But most magnificent of all were her wings.
For the longest time, Trinity had been unsure if Radiance's wings were totally real, or somehow part of her costume. When they hadn't been present whilst the two of them had been naked in bed, she'd assumed the latter. But now, she could see that they were absolutely, undeniably authentic. The hero's two huge, white, feathered wings connected to her back just beneath the shoulder blades, and flexed slightly as she moved. Trinity could see all kinds of small muscles and motions at work within them, feathers twitching and adjusting just as instinctively as any other part of her body. It was the first time she had seen the heroine's wings up so close at a peaceful moment, and the sight took her breath away. There was a genuine beauty to them, a beauty that transcended even how she felt about Radiance.
"Staring?" Radiance asked, amused, eyes still turned to the floor.
Trinity was glad Radiance wasn't looking her way to see the shade of red she was turning. She didn't realize the hero had noticed her wake up. "Just... curious," she answered lamely. "Where have you been keeping those things? They take up an awful lot of space."
After Radiance completed one last push-up, she raised herself to her knees and turned to face the supervillain. She made a small gesture with her hand, and her wings vanished into so much golden, shimmering dust that evaporated into the air within moments. It was just the way her chain vanished when she dismissed that.
"They do," Radiance explained. "Which is why I keep them under wraps most of the time. But I like to spread my wings in the morning, when I'm warming up. Feels good."
Trinity just nodded. The casual, conversational way Radiance answered her question had completely disarmed her. What was she supposed to say next? 'How did you sleep?' 'Nice weather this morning.' She felt like she was going crazy.
The fact that she could totally see Radiance's tits wasn't helping matters.
After a few moments and with an impossibly-irksome, knowing, lopsided smirk on her face, Radiance rose to her feet and broke the silence. "You hungry?" she asked.
Trinity instantly realized that she was. "God yes," she replied. And then, since she felt like she was letting Radiance get the better of her a little too much: "So, I know you're kind of going rogue here, but do I still get some rights as a prisoner? How about three square meals?"
Radiance merely laughed good-naturedly. "I'll do my best."
As Radiance rose to her feet and disappeared into the bathroom, Trinity took the opportunity to slip out of bed and hastily throw some clothes on. Being dressed made her feel less vulnerable - a little, anyway - but whatever small pleasure she might have derived from that swiftly evaporated when she saw Radiance reaching into a cabinet in her bathroom to retrieve a kettle, a jar of instant coffee, and a small stack of granola bars.
"You've got to be kidding me," Trinity muttered.
"Here," Radiance said, plugging the electric kettle into a stray outlet. "Make me a coffee too. I need to put some clothes on."
Trinity shook her head, but obliged. Searching around a little more, she discovered a pair of mugs, a teaspoon, and a small bag of sugar. Making coffee for both of them as Radiance slipped into a sports bra and a pair of panties felt morbidly domestic, but she didn't have it in her to refuse. As the kettle boiled, she noticed that Radiance was donning her superhero costume, instead of the casual clothes she'd been wearing the night before. Trinity wasn't sure what that meant.
"Thanks," Radiance said breezily, taking one of the cups of coffee as she flipped back her hair. She took a sip, and then held out a fistful of granola bars. "Take as many as you want."
Trinity paused, just to make sure Radiance understood that she was speechless in disbelief. "This isn't breakfast."
"Sure it is."
