Heat Vision (Shadowrun smut, Troll/Dwarf yuri) WIP

"This is all a mistake", Katja muttered to herself and took a sip from her third cup of soykaf for the night. Of course it was. She'd been waiting at the cafe for half an hour now, and still no sign of Maggie anywhere.

She turned toward the window and came face to face with her own reflection. Katja had always hated her reflection. She hated the face that looked back at her, with those stupid tusks and curved horns.
Sure, it was all normal for trolls, but Katja had never asked to be born a troll. To look like something from a cheesy old horror movie. Her thick, dark eyebrows and boring, dark brown hair didn't help any, either. Brown hair, brown eyes, pale complexion.
In her own opinion, Katja had somehow found a way to look plain and uninteresting, yes also hideous and out of place. And getting kinda chubby from just standing behind a desk or watching trideo all day, too. A dull, flabby monster, wasting her life working the counter at a Stuffer Shack. That's me alright, she thought.
Meanwhile, Maggie was the complete opposite. Always beaming confidence, like she never gave a damn what anyone thought about her, nor let anyone condescend her for being a dwarf. Even her eyes sparkled with life, although that was probably mainly due to them being cybernetic. And on top of that, she was a shadowrunner, like in the Trids! While Katja was stuck restocking shelves of processed krill, Maggie was probably out fighting dragons or climbing skyscrapers, or whatever shadowrunners did all night. The only reason they had even met each other was because Maggie came by the Stuffer Shack for late night meals.
So when Maggie had suddenly asked Katja out on a date yesterday, it had come as a shock. Katja had never dated a girl before, but to be fair, she had barely dated any boys either.
That said, she wasn't exactly opposed to the idea of dating Maggie. It was always nice to talk with her whenever she stopped by at the Shack, and they definitely liked each other.
It's just that Katja never really picked up that the dwarf might actually "like" her in that other way. And this wasn't just gonna be soykaf between friends, Maggie had specifically called it a date. The step from pleasant banter between customer and minimum-wage cashier to having real dates felt enormous to Katja, and every minute that passed, she became more and more convinced she'd done a terrible mistake by agreeing to this. Not because the idea of dating another woman disgusted her or anything, she had definitely been curious about what it would be like. And Maggie was attractive, in a kind of butch, athletic dwarven cyborg way. But there was no way a cool, interesting girl like her could ever see something in a boring, over-sized freak like Katja. So this must all have been a mistake somehow, and now she'd been stood up. Of course.
Katja stared into the soykaf. Her troll eyes let her see the infrared spectrum, making the hot, bitter liquid look like a glowing ball of fire in her hands. Thermographic vision was one of the few perks of being a troll in her opinion, and she usually found a strange kind of comfort in the sight of the bright "flame" gradually dying down as the soykaf slowly cooled. Tonight, however, it just made her feel even more miserable. A slowly dying flame, invisible to anyone but her.
Katja sighed deeply. "This is a mistake", she repeated.


"What is?", a cheerful female voice said just behind her, startling Katja so suddenly that she almost spilled her soykaf.
She spun around, and discovered the dwarf standing looking up at her with a warm but slightly confused smile on her lips. Those perfectly shaped, pouty lips, perfectly matching her sparkling blue cybereyes and short, snow-white hair. She was wearing her usual synthleather jacket that was a few sizes too big for her, and a pair of baggy jeans. But the body-heat glowing underneath them revealed the vague silhouette of a stocky yet slightly muscular body, kept firm by years of running in the shadows.
Katja couldn't help but swallow hard.
"Ah, Maggie! I-I'm so sorry for not noticing you!," the troll stuttered.
Maggie chuckled. "Don't worry about it, Kat. The bus got stuck in traffic on the way here, so I got delayed. Sorry for keeping you waiting."
"That's okay, I don't mind" Katja lied, staring into her cup. Calm down, she told herself. You've known Maggie for almost half a year, and you must have talked with her at least a million times without any problem. There's no reason why things should be any different now, just because... just because this is a date. An actual date. A real date that Maggie asked you out on because she likes you. Likes you in the more than just friends way. And now you're gonna make an ass of yourself, somehow.
"You okay?"
The troll snapped back into the real world again, and noticed that Maggie had taken a seat on the other side of the table and even finished ordering without Katja even noticing.
"YES! I mean, yes, I'm fine."
Except for the two young metahuman women, the cafe was almost empty this late at night. Yet somehow, it still felt like countless invisible watchers where staring holes into the nervous troll.
The silence was suffocating.
Maggie looked concerned. Damn it Katja. Now you've made her hate you. Not sure how, but it was inevitable. This was all a mistake.
Suddenly she felt a small hand on hers. Maggie's hands weren't much smaller than a human's, but compared to Katja's dinner-plate sized ones they seemed absolutely diminutive. Maggie was bending over the table and was looking straight into her eyes with a comforting smile.
"Kat, we can do this some other time. It's okay, we don't have to rush this if you're not comfortable. Don't worry."
Katja wanted to say something, but it felt like all the words had left her brain. Instead she just nodded weakly.
She had messed this up. Of course she had.
The dwarf stroked her huge hands softly. It felt smooth and warm, and Katja couldn't help but shiver a little. "I can follow you home to your door if you want to. Is that okay?"
Kajta nodded again and mumbled a barely audible "Yes."
Maggie called the waiter and asked for a bag for her soykaf and doughnut, Kajta rose from her seat and put on her jacket, all while carefully avoiding looking at the dwarf. She was probably gonna be mad at her now, for screwing up something as simple as a soykaf date. And now there would be an awkwardly silent walk home, and then they'd never talk about this again. And then the rest of her life would...
The troll's inner monologue of self loathing was suddenly interrupted by an amazing sensation. A small, smooth hand had grabbed her own huge, rough one, and suddenly Katja felt like her blood was boiling and her knees turned to rubber.
Maggie looked up with her wonderful, comforting smile. "Are you ready, Kat?"
No, Katja thought. Definitely not. And I probably never will be.
"Yes," she said.



There was only a few blocks between the cafe and Katja's apartment, but tonight it felt like it might as well be a hundred miles. It wasn't a very busy neighborhood, especially not at night, but her troll eyes revealed faintly glowing stripes along the asphalt, normally invisible trails of heat left by the tires of passing cars. Some devil rats were rooting through a dumpster, their hideous, naked bodies glowing like embers in the pitch black shadows between the aging buildings.
The two women walked it silence, hand in hand. With a size difference of over a meter, Katja had to hunch over a bit to reach down to Maggie's hand, and the dwarf's short legs had a hard time keeping pace with the troll. But none of that mattered right now. As far as Katja was concerned, the world began and ended with the warm little hand holding hers in a firm but silky smooth grip.
Her head was spinning, as a million different feelings ranging from fear and nausea to bliss and anticipation raced through it faster than she could process them. She wouldn't have minded at all if they'd just continued walking like this for the rest of the night, but a sudden sense of familiarity snapped her out of her daze.
They were standing outside the old apartment building Katja called home.

As soon as she noticed that the troll had stopped in her tracks, Maggie looked up and broke the silence.
"So this is your place, huh?"
Katja nodded, but couldn't bring herself to look back into Maggie's sparkling, blue cybereyes.
The silence returned for a moment, until Maggie spoke up again.
"Um... it was fun hanging out with you. I guess I'll see you tomorrow at the Stuffer Shack?"
Katja nodded again.
Not wanting to draw out the awkward silence any longer, Maggie turned around and began walking back the way they'd come.

"Wait."

She turned around. Katja was now facing her, with clenched fists and a clearly forced attempt at nonchalance on her face.
"D-do you want to come up? I mean in. For tea.  If you want, of course, even if you already have soykaf. So you don't have to do anything if you... I mean..."
Maggie couldn't help but giggle a bit at the awkwardness of it all, even if she knew the poor girl was trying her hardest. "Thank you, Katja. I'd love to."
For a moment Katja seemed frozen in disbelief, as if she had never expected that to work, but she quickly snapped out of it and hurried with the maglock to the front door.
The staircase smelled like catpiss and mildew as usual, but right now Katja just didn't give a damn. It could be full of nerve-gas and dirty diapers for all she cared, as long as it led her and Maggie up to her apartment before either of them could regret this.

The apartment itself wasn't exactly impressive, but Katja had done what she could to at least keep in presentable. The two rooms and a bathroom would offer rather little living space for a human, and for a full grown troll is was cramped. Still, she'd managed to cram a battered sofa, the trideo, a small book-case along with a rudimentary kitchen area inside what she referred to as the living room, and turned the other into a bedroom. She didn't get visitors very often, but she'd still felt the need to make it feel like a proper home.
But tonight, things were different.
Maggie was now sitting right beside her in the old sofa, smiling politely as she let her artificial eyes wander across the collection of old foreign movie posters Katja had put up wherever she'd found an empty space on the wall. She was so very close now, yet it there was an infinite space between them. The silence had returned. There was so much she wanted to say, that needed to be said, and she couldn't utter a single word. Soon they'd both give up, and Maggie would walk out of that door never to return. What little courage Katja had been able to summon would be in wain. This was agony.
"I'msosorry!"
The words came so suddenly that Maggie almost jumped out of her skin. She turned around, and saw Katja sit with her face buried in her huge hands, desperately trying to hide the tears rolling down her cheeks.
"...ruined everything! I-I wanted things to work for once, but I... but... I can't do it. Just can't. I'm so sorry."
She was crying heavily, visibly straining to form coherent words.
Maggie put her hand on Katja's cheek, and tried to wipe away some of the tears.
"Oh Kat," she murmured, trying to hide the disappointment in her own voice. "You didn't ruin anything. It's my fault, for trying to force you into something like this. We can just be friends, I'm okay with that."
"But I'm not!"
Katja was almost screaming now, even if she didn't mean to. She looked down at the surprised dwarf.
"I don't know how to go on dates or be popular or make people like me, and I don't have any drekking idea what an amazing girl like you could ever see in something like me, but I don't drekking care. I like being around you, Maggie! It feels nice, but I'm so damn scared of messing up and making you hate me."
Katja slumped back into the sofa, exhausted by her outburst.
It took a few moments until her brain fully registered what she'd just said, but was interrupted before she could start apologizing.
"Oh Kat, there's no way you could ever make me hate you."
Katja had never seen Maggie cry before. She hadn't even thought it possible, seeing as the dwarf always seemed so cheerful and in control. Which is why felt so surreal to look at the dwarf now, with tears welling up and reflecting the blue, intense glow of her cybernetic eyes.
"Wait, really?" was all Katja could utter.
Maggie nodded and smiled wide, tears running down her round cheeks.
"Of course not, silly. You're the sweetest damn girl I've ever met, Kat. All you have to do is to keep being the cutest, nicest girl in the world. That's all I want."
The troll's mind went blank. Time and space and logic stopped working, and instincts took over.
Before either of the girls could react, Katja had bent over and pressed her lips against Maggie's. And just as suddenly, Maggie realized her tongue was acting on it's own, slipping over the troll's tusks and between her lips. Katja inhaled sharply through her nose and closed her eyes, savoring the heavenly sensation of the dwarf's soft little lips around hers, her warm tongue against her own. Her brain felt simultaneously overloaded yet blank, going on auto-pilot. She could hear heavy breaths, but it was impossible to tell whom they belonged to. Katja could feel soft, firm little hands on her waist before crawling up underneath her sweater. She involuntarily gasped, breaking the kiss.
"Sorry, I got carried away. I'll try to keep my hands under control," Maggie said with a sheepish smile.
"A-actually I wouldn't mind, it was just a bit unexpected," Katja stammered, catching her breath.
Maggie laughed. "Kat, you're in no position to talk about acting unexpectedly. But what do you say about moving this to the bedroom? This sofa is kinda cramped."
Katja nodded, and felt the adrenaline start pumping again. The bedroom. Part of her screamed that she wasn't ready for this. But then again, she hadn't been ready for any of this, yet here she was. This was going to happen.




It was quite literally a bedroom; it would've been physically impossible to fit any other furniture in the tiny space together with the massive bed-frame that was needed to support the weight of a fully grown troll. Maggie didn't seem to mind, though. Without wasting any time, she jumped onto the bed and threw off her jacket before moving on to the top underneath. Meanwhile, Katja tried to undress standing with her back turned towards the bed. Her sweater and pants had been easy enough to remove, but undoing a bra while her large hands were shaking in anticipation proved to be a challenge.
Eventually the clasp finally gave in, and the realization that she was now standing naked right in front of another person sent a shiver through her body. Well, nearly naked; she decided to keep her panties on. Somehow it felt comforting to leave that last barrier just a little bit longer. Besides, removing them would require her to bend over, which would give have given Maggie quite the view. And this situation didn't need to be any more embarrassing than it already was.
"You ready?," a soft voice said behind her. Katja turned around, and her heart skipped a beat.
Her infrared vision had already given the troll a fairly good idea what Maggie's body looked like, but actually seeing it bared on her bed was something completely different. She was fit, which in combination with the typical wide, stocky dwarven built still gave her some nice curves, and her modestly sized breasts were just as perky as the rest of her. Katja began to feel even more conscious than before about her own love-handles, but then she noticed something. The warm glow of the dwarf's body-heat was changing, increasing in intensity enough to be noticeable. She was getting aroused. A perfect, beautiful, sexy woman like Maggie was somehow not repulsed by the sight of Katja's big, chubby troll body. Her long, thick arms, covered with rough leathery skin. Her stupid, curved horns. This hideous, stupid, unfeminine monster body was exposed to Maggie, and yet it was clearly turning her own.
It felt exhilarating.
Maggie playfully patted the bedspread beside her, inviting Katja to sit down next to her.
As the bed groaned a little under the sudden weight of over 300 kilos of troll, Katja barely heard it over the thump of her own heartbeat. She was now sitting down in the middle of the bed, practically naked, and facing Maggie, who was literally naked and smiled as sweet and wonderful as only she could.
Calm down and act natural, Katja thought. You've somehow made it this far, which is absolutely, definitely way too far, yet still not far enough for reasons you don't really understand. Your heart is racing, your head is spinning and your hormones are telling you things that you never expected them to, but the important thing is to get your drek together. You musn't let Maggie know you have no idea what you're doing. You mustn't show her that you're scared. You mustn't mess this up. You mustn't...

"Are you nervous?"
Maggie's sudden and purely retorical question snapped the troll back to reality again. Okay, time to put this into practice. Play cool.
"Y...yeah...
Drek.
She felt the dwarf's soft hand pat her knee reassuringly.
 "That's okay, sweetie. That's natural. Is this your first time?"
"Yes! I mean no! I mean... of course I've, you know, done it before, but not like *this*!"
"You mean with a dwarf?," Maggie asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, a girl! I haven't done it with a girl before!," Katja blurted out, and then immediately started blushing profusely as her brain fully registered what she'd just said.
She was about to hide her now beet red
"Oh Kat, I'm sorry! I know I shouldn't tease, but it's so hard to resist when you're being so damn adorable about it!

"But seriously Kat, we don't have to do this if you're not comfortable with this