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Inside that room, amid the papers, strategy maps, and letters of all types, Sasha always found herself lost in words. So many things she needed to see, that she needed to read, that she needed to prepare and study and assemble and.... Anyways.
That wasn't the part of being the Resistance Commander that Sasha liked, but it was part and she had to do it too. Especially when Anne didn't have the knowledge to take care of those more theoretical decisions.
Anne. Sasha felt guilty about the way she had been treating Anne. She was supposed to teach her strategies and skills and plans, but she didn't have time, and according to Anne herself, 'It was better to leave the work of professionals, to the professionals'. So it all ended up on Sasha's back, and at night, Anne would come over with something for her to eat, or to drink, or giving her various other things like attention, love, affection. Also demanding from Sasha a bit of self-care.
At times, even a unification of all those things.
"Sash..." It wasn't hard to imagine what the honeyed voice wanted when it painted the air. Sasha sighed quietly, feeling the weight of Anne's body soon fall on her shoulders in a soft, tired embrace. Anne must have been busy with something all day, it was easy to tell she was worn out, and yet, she came to Sasha instead of simply going to sleep. "Come to bed with me tonight, huh? We can be together..." A slow, warm kiss took over Sasha's neck, and she would be lying if she said the pen in her hand hadn't trembled. "How's that? Maybe..." Another one of those damn sweet kisses that Sasha loved so much, followed by the other girl's serene and naturally husky voice. "We'll do something nice. Something slow and hot, what do you say?"
"Oh, Anne..." Sasha felt guilty when Anne grunted near her ear, pulling away and walking over to the table, leaning her body to face Sasha directly. She didn't look angry, but she wasn't happy either. Sasha hated making her girlfriend feel that way. "Baby, you know-"
"Yeah, yeah, you're busy, I know... I know..." Anne looked down at the floor with her arms crossed, gesturing to Sasha before speaking again. "I just... Sasha, don't you think you're demanding and taking too much from yourself? Like..." The words came out of Anne's mouth as if they were extremely obvious, bringing a bitter taste to the blonde's mouth. Even though it was a rhetorical question and Anne was still talking, Sasha felt bad knowing that the answer was 'Yes'; that she was indeed taking too much from herself with that complex part of the Commander's job. That she was taking away from Anne what little time they could have together. "I don't want you to think that I want you to be less, or that I want you to slack off, but..." Sighing deeply, Anne turned to Sasha with bright eyes. A drop of hope in them illuminating everything around the room. ".. I miss you, dude. And sitting here just killing yourself with work isn't doing you good. Can you understand what I'm saying?"
Sasha took a deep breath. Yes, she understood, and she didn't blame Anne for being so direct. Sasha was upset with herself for being so faulty with her girlfriend and with her own being. For not taking enough care of them. But looking at the papers on the table, the teenager couldn't help thinking that all of this, all those things and plans and letters, depended on her and her choices.
All the people who would be negatively affected if the Resistance Commander was slightly less systematic with her own position.
"... Anne..." Again Anne grunted, recognizing that tone of voice. The reaction making Sasha's chest tighten beneath the armor she wore, and reaching out to grab Anne's hand, Sasha did her best to keep the situation under control. "I-I know I've been being... absent with us and you and..." Sasha looked away from the table, hard to do but assuming her own mistakes. "Absent with myself. But... But I need to do this. Everyone who depends on these... Information and these plans. There are so many people, Anne, and I want to do my best for them! They're counting on me."
"I... I know..." Sasha didn't like the nonchalant response. It was as if her words hadn't had the best effect on Anne, and pulling the girl to sit with herself, Sasha held Anne's body tightly in a strong embrace filled with the most sincere apologies. It had been so long since they had touched each other in a more romantic way, Sasha could feel Anne's body begging for more of it. She could feel the reluctance with which Anne stood up, getting off Sasha's lap and forcing a smile on her face just to please her. "... So you're not coming now?" The answer was a negative nod with her head, as Sasha didn't have the heart to deny Anne once again. It was unfair, but it was necessary. "Okay, all right then. I... I'll go to the bedroom. I'll wait for you, okay? So don't be late, dude, I really wanted to spend some, erm, time with you."
"Some time, huh?" Even with Anne's frown, Sasha couldn't help herself and decided to joke around a little to try and lighten the mood, getting up from her chair and pushing Anne against the table lightly. She didn't want Anne to leave with the situation like that, and Sasha was aware that that wasn't the best way to fix her mistakes. But at least she could make things less bad if she showed that she wanted Anne as well. "What kind of time? You said we were gonna do something 'slow and hot'? What were you thinking, Boonchuy?"
The redness that took over Anne's face was priceless. Sasha loved to see Anne embarrassed, blushing, and struggling with words. She almost gave in and went to spend the night with her girlfriend to keep Anne like that for longer, but Sasha still had too many things to take care of and she would have to do them as soon as possible, now that she knew someone would be waiting for her in bed.
"Oh, Sasha, stop it..." Pushing Sasha aside, Anne moved toward the door quickly, stopping to look back and continue saying goodbye from a safer distance. "I'm going now. Don't be late, I... I'm in the mood."
And just like that, she disappeared behind the red curtain that was used as a door to the meeting room cave, leaving behind a completely in love and delighted Sasha. The silly and innocent way Anne asked for sex, the thoughtfulness and care and love in going after her every night so that Sasha wouldn't get overwhelmed, and sleep poorly over her papers. It was too much for a completely won heart.
But looking around, Sasha turned her attention back to the work that still needed to be done, sighing deeply and sitting back in her chair again. Anne's scent still lingered in the air, and it would take a while for Sasha to forget the shy tone of voice Anne had used, but she wasn't going anywhere until those problems were sorted out.
And so the night set in. Sasha didn't notice the time passing, and perhaps her lack of attention to the outside was responsible for that. There was so much information. So many schemes. Sasha needed to review plans of attack, and so she did. Many were useful, others, would be easily defeated by new types of Frobos that seemed to sprout from the earth with each new invasion attempt. So all that caution with what her soldiers would do if they were caught off guard, was extremely necessary.
Then: the food. Supplies were controlled so that no one would go hungry, and their distribution was planned and thought out very carefully in order not to lack anything for anyone. All this, of course, was done by Sasha, alone, during the hours she spent sitting in by that table. This week things were going very well, and food would not be a problem for the next ten days, but it was always good to be sure and not take any risks.
Sasha didn't even notice that her body was starting to weigh when she went to take a look at the installation problems. Infiltrations, animals coming in through the soil, tunnels that led nowhere, tunnels that were about to collapse, tunnels that were too narrow for the frogs to get through; lots of problems with tunnels. Sasha simply couldn't stand handling the unexpected things with the passages, but unfortunately, she had to think with her own brain to find the best solution to all that.
After all, sleeping with a drip on your head wasn't exactly a good experience. She would know that, Sasha could still remember perfectly the time she was with Anne in bed and a drop fell on her face during a rather inappropriate moment.
Being with Anne in bed.
For an instant, nothing had any sound. Sasha's silly smile, brought to life by the memory, disappeared at the same instant she realized what she had just done. She barely had time to put her things on the table away, when she picked up her phone to check the time and stood up hastily enough to knock over her chair.
3am. Sasha was dead. Anne would kill her that very night.
The path to her room suddenly seemed longer than usual, and with only head nods and fake smiles, Sasha passed by all the frogs she met along the way in a necessary hurry. She didn't know what time Anne had gone to call her to go to their bedroom, but she was sure it wasn't even 11pm. Sasha knew that Anne had gone after her right at the end of the day, and now, she was bumping into the night guard and the midnight guard changing their turns.
'Fuck, Waybright. Fuck, fuck, fuck!'
When she finally got where she wanted to, Sasha felt like punching herself until some common sense entered her head; guilt creeping up her back when, looking in bed, Sasha found Anne in a deep state of sleep, still wearing her Saint James uniform, except for the breastplate, and the only sneaker she insisted on keeping. The soft snoring she produced blended with the darkness of the cave they had chosen to share.
Beautiful, but just a reminder that Sasha had messed up with her. Again.
Even though she was completely frustrated, angry that she had been so careless, and sad that she had disappointed her girlfriend, Sasha went to Anne's side, sitting down next to the sleeping girl and looking at her with remorse.
Anne had really waited for her. She had waited until she had fallen asleep, alone yet again. Carefully, Sasha brought one of her hands up to the peaceful face, tracing her fingers along the strong, remarkable features she loved so much, as if it would make any difference. If regret killed, Sasha was sure she would drop dead on that bed, and she couldn't even feel bad about it.
"Anne? Anne, baby." Even though the intention wasn't to wake the girl, Sasha called out to her. Maybe... Maybe Anne had slept just now? Maybe Sasha could still pull her close so that they could sleep cuddled up together, as Anne had asked so much in the past few days? "Hey, you awake?"
On the improvised mattress, Anne grunted and turned onto her side, her back to the blonde and her body completely relaxed. Yeah, definitely asleep. Sasha sighed deeply, slapping her hand against her forehead and squeezing her eyes shut with her fingers, blaming herself for that. It wasn't a hard thing, much less impossible, and the Commander knew that kind of stuff was important for Anne. But still, Sasha repeated the same scenario, the same mistakes, the same lack of attention and care every day.
She looked at Anne a second time when some of the anger passed, bringing one of her hands to the girl's shoulder and approaching carefully; a light kiss deposited amidst the curls that Sasha loved so much to feel through her fingers.
"I'm sorry." She murmured, abandoning another kiss on Anne. Hating herself for being late and wasting another night with the love of her life, sleeping in her bed. "I promise it won't happen again."
Anne didn't answer, and maybe it was better that way. Sasha wouldn't be able to hear the truth from Anne's mouth; to hear how dismissive and wrong she was being. Pulling away, Sasha took a deep breath, getting up and walking over to her own side of the bed. It felt even emptier, colder, but that was what she deserved after leaving Anne waiting up all night long once again.
Slowly, Sasha removed the pieces of armor with unparalleled rudeness, placing them carefully on the floor to avoid waking her girlfriend. It was enough that she had ruined their night, she didn't have to wake Anne up too. When she found herself wearing only her dark pants and turtleneck tank top, the young commander lay down on the bed, first flat and stiff, not quite knowing what to do. Would she just go and normally act as if she hadn't messed up with Anne? Or would she keep her distance to respect Anne's space and not make her uncomfortable the next morning?
The girl's movements were enough to make Sasha turn her head to the side, bumping into the sleeping face. Anne looked so peaceful that, without doing anything in particular, she managed to get a smile off Sasha's lips, washing away the bad feelings of guilt and disappointment that Sasha had been harboring ever since she saw she had worked for longer than she had promised.
She was so gorgeous. Turning over, Sasha focused her attention on Anne as if she was the only thing that mattered in the world. And maybe that was pretty a close definition. Sasha would do anything for Anne, and whatever was necessary to make her happy. The irony in that commitment was so overwhelming, that it took Sasha a while to understand that by giving so much of herself for Anne to be safe and happy in the middle of a war, she would end up neglecting what mattered most to the girl: herself, Sasha.
Sasha's smile slowly turned sad, and to avoid those feelings, she closed her eyes and decided that she would just go to sleep. Thinking too much wouldn't solve anything at that moment, so the best thing she could do was, in fact, just rest and wait for the scolding she would get that next morning.
The silence of the night was only disturbed by the sound of people walking back and forth. Patrols, frogs stressed or too worried to sleep, young couples running away to enjoy some time together, since they didn't have the privilege of sharing a room. It was always like this; somewhat comforting, if Sasha was being honest.
But... She couldn't sleep. Grunting, Sasha tried to force herself to relax, to focus on nothing but sleeping. Yet, heavily and unconsciously, Anne insisted on moving closer, following the new warmth in the bed and lying on Sasha. It felt like an evil tease, even. Opening one of her eyes, Sasha was not startled when Anne's face appeared inches away, merely moving back with a silly chuckle.
Anne was always into those things. Proximity, body to body contact. Before, Sasha couldn't understand why she didn't see a problem with spooning Anne and cuddling her all night during sleepovers. She didn't understand why she loved when Anne pulled her by the wrist into fitting rooms, making her see and help her choose which dresses she should buy, or which pants would suit her curves best.
Now, facing Anne, Sasha felt kind of stupid for not noticing before. Anne always had her complete attention. Whether it was to gossip about other people, or merely sit on the floor of a store, staring at her body for hours and hours until the girl made up her mind. Sasha now understood very, very well why she loved to pay attention to Anne.
Bringing one of her hands to the slumbering face, Sasha touched the reason why she couldn't sleep. Anne was everything Sasha had been searching for for a long time. At first, a fulfillment for the emptiness she felt, making her happy and keeping her alive emotionally. Then in a less cute and more carnal way. It was impossible not to look at Anne's parted lips as she snored softly, and not remember what they were capable of.
Sasha felt her body heating up at the thought of it. Anne was always so gentle with her, kissing, biting and sucking gently. Whether it was her neck, her chest, her mouth, or even other less pure parts of Sasha's body, Anne was careful not to hurt her, leaving strategic marks that would only last a short time, so that no one would look at the Commander with less respect.
Although Sasha loved when the imprints from their nights together were clearly visible on her skin...
Yet that was too absurd to think about now. Sasha felt her heart racing inside her chest as she merely turned aside, shaking her head to push away the thoughts that were taking over. If she had paid attention to the clock, or even escorted Anne to her room when she was called, Sasha would probably be sleeping naked, with Anne's equally naked body against hers, never having to wonder what she would hear in the next morning's scolding.
Without many options available then, Sasha stroked Anne's cheek for a while longer, moving closer to leave one last goodnight kiss on those soft lips. The touch almost tickled, but Sasha held back, pulling away and looking at the lovely face sleeping right next to her.
And surrendered to one more kiss. No one would die if she did that, and Anne liked kisses before bed; all that old fashioned dating stuff. The closeness, however, didn't help Sasha in her escalating situation, and grunting, she deposited another kiss on Anne's mouth, lingering there longer.
The feeling was so good, hard to pull away. Sasha would hate herself once she stopped, bothering Anne after ruining her night, but... One of Sasha's hands slid down the soft cheek and only stopped when, holding the corner of Anne's chin, Sasha pulled her girlfriend's lower lip down, tucking her own in between and kissing her with a little more passion.
Sliding her tongue inside as she did when they were both in bed, lying together in one of the rare moments of peace they had, experimenting and tasting each other with all the eagerness their hormones demanded. Sasha held back from making any loud sounds, but a deep groan took over her chest when she met Anne's tongue, dancing in the warm space of her girl's mouth with slightly less gentleness.
Anne didn't seem annoyed. She actually allowed Sasha to take over the insides of her mouth, just as she did when she was awake. And maybe that wasn't actually what was happening, but to think that it was, that Anne even if asleep, let Sasha touch her, was... Too arousing.
Even more arousing after Sasha pulled away, looking at Anne and seeing on her sleeping face what appeared to be an expression of... Discontent? A soft growl touched Sasha's face, coming from Anne's ajar mouth, and the Commander could barely hold herself as Anne drew closer, looking as if she had calmed down after a few moments of no contact.
No, no. Sasha wouldn't let it go that easily.
Moving closer - if she could do that - to the sleeping girl, Sasha sank into Anne's mouth with desire, pulling her in by the waist. Leaning on her other arm, Sasha ran her thumb up Anne's uniform shirt, starting with long circles on the soft skin, then drawing the other fingers in soon after.
Sasha could feel Anne's breathing starting to become irregular and decided to force herself to pull away, bringing her mouth to Anne's neck so that the girl could breathe. Anne grunted lightly in response to the new touches, no set rhythm, just reacting unconsciously to what Sasha was giving. A good girl, even if unaware of what was happening.
A twinge of guilt fell amidst everything Sasha felt, the smell of Anne's body making her confused when mixed with her horniness. Sasha wanted to keep going so badly... Wasn't Anne in the mood? Wasn't she the one who had gone after Sasha earlier that night, asking for something 'hot and slow'? Well, it was a dream coming true!
With her fingers trapped in Anne's skin, Sasha continued to move up until the tips of her digits found Anne's sports bra. Oh, how many times she had taken that piece of clothing off that perfect body... The memories were almost like fuel for what Sasha couldn't handle.
If Anne wanted attention so much, then she wouldn't mind if Sasha gave her it now, right?
Pulling away to get some air, the blonde spread kisses over the face that twitched thanks to what Anne felt. Maybe she was having a wet dream right now? Something like strange petal touches or some shit like that. Sasha would make sure not to interrupt such a thing, but rather intensify it.
With the most care in the world, Sasha lifted one side of Anne's uniform shirt, taking the same side of her bra along with it. She felt her mouth salivating when one of the breasts, too plump for Anne's age, popped out; the big, dark nipple available for her to touch.
And it was hard to deny such an invitation. Sasha knew that Anne had her own body issues, knew that the girl was insecure like no one else. That's why every time they gave in to their desires, Sasha made sure to shower love on every single one of Anne's voluptuous, full curves. And that included the big boobs that always captivated the Commander's attention.
Sasha carefully lowered herself as she latched onto the available nipple, moaning and groaning as she felt the soft skin harden inside her mouth, toying with the button until it was fully erect. And Anne moaned in response, twitching and freezing Sasha for an instant.
Only when she seemed completely relaxed again, did the blonde continued with what she was doing. She loved that little piece of paradise, and pulling it back as she drifted off, Sasha felt the pleasure build up between her legs when the wetness her own drool left around the dark areola, showed up. Choosing to squeeze her thighs together to hold back the urges she had, Sasha focused entirely and completely on Anne now.
Guilt was a lingering feeling, but not stronger than arousal. No... Sasha knew that what she was doing wasn't right, she was aware of it, but Anne was enjoying what she was getting, grunting and moaning, so tiny and shy and...
Probably wet.
Sasha sucked hard on the nipple between her lips, letting Anne wriggle on the bed as she pulled away, undoing the buttons of her pants and removing them to better enjoy the situation. It was easy to find the result of all this on herself; Sasha traced the wet spot on her panties with desire, sitting back for a moment and just to look at Anne's partially exposed body.
No, that wasn't the end of it. Anne wanted sex, so Sasha would give her sex. With the strength she had in her arms after so much training, the Commander towered over her Anne's body, hovering the sleeping girl with lust. A soft smile crossed Sasha's lips and she leaned in to kiss Anne again, slipping her tongue as she kept the weight of her body leaned on one arm, taking the other back to Anne's waist.
Sasha first moved her hand up the purple skirt now partially raised, squeezing the thick thigh she loved so much, but carefully to avoid waking Anne. Oh, to be in between them... Sasha had to restrain herself from lying onto Anne and grinding their cunts together.
However, the touches were still not enough, and as the her mouth slid down Anne's neck, once again nipping at the exposed nipple, Sasha reached for the skirt's waist and gripped it tightly, pulling the fabric down. She forced herself to back off and sit between Anne's legs so that, with both hands free, she could finish working on the uniform shirt as well, biting her lower lip as she finally saw the two main reasons she had doubted her sexuality all her fresh teen years.
A total delight. Every curve, every inch of that skin painted by some divine entity. Sasha brought one hand to the already sucked breast, squeezing and playing with the hard nipple. She pushed her own ass down on the bed, grunting with pleasure at the more direct contact offered to her pussy, now that her heavy pants were out of the way.
Sasha continued to try and pull Anne's skirt off, running her skillful fingers down to the buttons that she had done and undone so many times in her life; before for herself, but recently, just for Anne. She didn't realize what was happening when Anne's body wriggled in what appeared to be a help to remove the garment. Great, Sasha really needed to rip that off of Anne's body, her mouth was already salivating at the thought of where she would be in the next few moments.
"S-Sasha...?" It was instantaneous. Sasha's body didn't respond to anything, and looking at Anne from where she stood, the Commander felt the blood evaporate from her veins as she found the brown orbs she loved so much, struggling to open and look down at her own body, now partially bare and covered in hickeys. "Wha... What's going on? Why I'm..." Anne brought one of her hands up to her neck, going down to her nipple next and looking confused at the drool that appeared on her fingers. "Like this...?"
"A-Anne, listen... I-I can explain-"
"Oh, dude..." Anne complained, cutting off Sasha and any explanation she could give. She looked slightly angry, laying her head back and closing her eyes again. "I was sleeping so good... Why didn't you come when I called you?"
"...I'm sorry..."
"It doesn't help now..." What was once guilt, became a shame that paralyzed Sasha's body with vehemence. She felt her face hot, red with embarrassment, watching as Anne's voice became slow and heavy with sleep again. "I was having such a nice dream..."
"... Was it a wet one?"
In one go, Anne's head jerked up again, one of her eyebrows raised in an obvious way as her sleep clouded eyes tried to stay open and focused on Sasha. She was... Beautiful, even if definitely pissed, and if before Sasha was aroused, now she felt herself falling even more in love with the girl in her bed.
"What do you think, Miss Pervert?" Sasha's cheeks went to a new shade of red quickly, but Anne just kept going, taking off her shirt and bra and throwing both to the ground. "Just... Keep going. I'll try to get back to the dream..."
"R-right..." Sasha finished removing Anne's skirt now with a direct permission, looking with desire at the bareness that she would soon taste on her own tongue. "I'll just... Eat a little bit. 'Slow and hot', watcha say?"
Anne didn't answer, but her eyes opened a bit, looking at Sasha with approval before they closed again; a light smile on her lips swollen from the previous make out. Anne was perfect, Sasha couldn't believe she was hers. Going down over the naked belly, Sasha left wet kisses on the soft muscles, only kept up by the regular tennis training Anne did at home, and now thanks the Resistance, to always be ready for battle.
It wasn't long before two soft, heavy hands fell on her hair, and looking up, Sasha saw that Anne was indeed trying to go back to sleep. Perhaps she was tired from a full day as co-Commander, or maybe just playing along, but that Sasha loved the response she got, oh yeah, she did.
Aside, of course, from the amazing sensation of Anne's fingers tangling in her light strands, giving up to both sleep and the desire to finish what Sasha had started.
Without much time to focus on Anne's hands, however, when she felt the uncut pubes reach her chin, Sasha returned her attention to what she was doing. She felt her own body burning with desire, sliding her hands around Anne's curves and taking hold of the thick thighs she loved so much, pulling them apart. With no strength needed to keep Anne in the same place, Sasha pulled away to see what she had done until now, and the chuckle that escaped her lips was enough to encourage Anne to open her eyes again.
"Wet." Sasha looked up, satisfied with the frustrated and embarrassed breath of air coming from Anne. That girl would still kill her, and Sasha was certain that Anne didn't even realize it. "The dream was really good, huh, Boonchuy?"
"Shut up."
And if Sasha would be dying with lust for Anne, she would gladly take the girl along. The Commander openly ignored her girlfriend's tone, slipping an arm under one of Anne's thigh and bringing her bare waist closer; the other five fingers sliding down the pussy's soft skin and wet lips, parting them and exposing Anne's completely for Sasha's eyes.
Without a doubt, completely aroused. Sasha knew how Anne looked when the urge took over her body, and that was the way she looked now. Red, swollen, a soft glow of arousal inviting her in for a dip.
Sasha pressed her own waist against the cheap mattress she had been given to sleep on, groaning when her equally needy clit rubbed gently against her panties and the bed. She looked up again, bumping into a sleeping Anne. Sasha didn't want to wake her another time, and she wouldn't try to. But, she'd still enjoy every single second in that paradise between the brown legs.
Sasha then, with the tip of her tongue, traced from Anne's perineum to her clit, sucking on it right away. The heavenly feeling was like dying, but Sasha felt too hot to be dead. Her eyes fluttered open, only to see the expression on Anne's face change from sleepy to an all too intense pleasure.
On the bed, the soldier seemed unwilling to abandon her slumber, even though her previously serene face was now contracted, her lips ajar to push out a moan from within the chest that rose and fell bare. Sasha moaned as well, carefully devouring Anne; her tongue moving slowly upwards through the inner lips, parting them and pooling all the juices Anne produced for her.
It was so good. Sasha felt the moist, hot wetness of Anne's pussy against her own mouth, sinking even deeper into that world of doom that her girlfriend hid between two thighs that squeezed her with moderate strength. Sasha didn't need air, she just needed that; the feeling of Anne's muscles contracting on her lips, all the arousal she expelled, wetting around her mouth, the curly, brown pubes against her nose.
Again, Sasha found herself moaning with pleasure, clenching her own thighs in search of some relief that seemed not to come. It was impossible to keep her eyes open, and Sasha closed them as her tongue danced across the damp, reddish skin, delighting in the hole source of that mess. Sasha bent down merely to give it attention as well, leaving the throbbing clit for an instant.
The Commander looked down with her mind completely blanketed by lust. With both lips wet, Sasha felt a shiver across her spine when Anne's fingers gripped her hair, gently pushing her down; a mute plea for more. And Sasha happily complied, sticking her tongue into her girlfriend and feeling Anne tensing in place, her waist rising for more before collapsing onto the bed.
A choked, tired moan. Anne was definitely not fully conscious, but that way was better, hotter, more delicious for now. Sasha didn't stop sinking until the same sensations of soft flesh, of muscles contracting, of pubes on her skin, came again. This time, both hands keeping Anne's legs apart so Sasha could go deeper, moving her tongue inside those hot walls that oozed pleasure.
Anne grunted and moaned again, more restless than before, but it actually made sense. Sasha was tasting everything she had the right to, forcing her way inside and basking in the sensations that engulfed her own body. With her hands closed around Anne's fleshy hips, she could control the other girl's minimal movements without much effort, closing her hands and sinking her nails into all the meat adolescence had been giving Anne without any effort.
Sasha felt that pleasure was becoming only a matter of time. Slipping her fingers over Anne's body, she could feel her lungs restless, searching for more air and making her hyperventilate. Anne's legs now free from the touches of Sasha's calloused fingers, wriggled over the blonde's shoulders, closing and pinning her in the same place.
But Sasha didn't plan on getting out of there. She didn't plan to stop. She didn't look up, but felt Anne's gaze on her for an instant. The moans became more and more frequent and less sleepy, though not nearly like how they were when Anne was fully awake.
"Sasha..." It was so soft, so low. Sasha grunted in response, bringing her tongue out and running it between her girlfriend's lower lips, going to the pulsing clit that had previously been touching the tip of her nose. Sasha was addicted to the texture, the smell. She wasn't letting Anne go until she was satisfied. "Ugh... Sasha...!"
It was a matter of seconds before Anne's body was trembling in her arms, surrendered to what was once only a dream that reflected reality. Sasha held her still, however, bringing her tongue to the entrance to Anne's pussy and shoving herself in there once more. Sasha had certainly left a stain of her own arousal on the bed, grinding against the mattress as she felt her tongue being squeezed by Anne's walls.
Sasha only pulled it out when the movements of the orgasm she had provoked seemed to cease, and even then kept it on Anne for a while longer. If before Anne's fingers had closed in among the blonde strands of Sasha's hair, now they fell loose, tangled, and heavy. It was a delight to feel Anne touching her, and licking all the way to the sleeping girl's clit, Sasha allowed herself not to think. Anne seemed to be starting to get uncomfortable with the attention she was still getting, probably sensitive from her recent orgasm, being now forced to continue feeling her girlfriend's tongue devouring her endlessly.
But Sasha didn't care. She needed to finish satisfying herself, swallowing every single drop of Anne's cum with pleasure and delight. When Anne's hands closed around her hair again, Sasha had to ignore the pulling and keep herself firmly where she was. The soft texture of the pussy on her lips serving as a drug that Sasha refused to leave.
"S-Sasha, stop..." Anne's voice was slow and heavy, a demonstration that the orgasm had only tired her more. Sasha pulled away with a wet sound, a soft smack of her lips, and the girl's body fell limp as Anne finally got rid of that lingering sensation of stimulation. "Ah... Thank you..."
Rising to her knees now, leaving Anne behind and watching her from above, Sasha did not respond. Her mind was too restless, she couldn't control herself. Before she knew it, one of her hands reached down to her panties, pulling them until they fell to her knees.
Inside that dark cave, the only thing that really illuminated the couple was the light coming from outside. Standing there, Sasha covered most of the bright rays that originated from torches set up in the hallway, feeling the heat of those flames on her half naked body.
Anne seemed to rest on the bed, marked and satisfied, but Sasha was not finished yet. Growling and surrendering to her urges once again, she grabbed one of Anne's legs, lifting it until her foot was past her head, over Sasha's shoulder. The major movement was enough to make Anne woke a bit, unable to keep her eyes open while still so tired.
Sasha continued with what she was doing anyway. It made her burn, the tips of her nipples hard against the turtleneck top, even though they still looked puffy for the most part. Sasha couldn't care less about any of it as she moved in, throwing one of her legs over Anne's thigh and bringing their cunts together, moaning with pleasure when she finally got what she wanted so badly.
As well, Anne also responded to the contact, one of her hands holding on the bed while the other went to Sasha's reachable leg. The touches like coals on white skin, and pushing her waist forward, Sasha drew new moans from both of them; getting the brown eyes' attention after some time without having it.
From above, the view was breathtaking. Sasha gripped Anne's raised leg tightly, gluing their lower lips and rubbing them eagerly. Anne's wetness from the orgasm added to all the lust Sasha had been feeling, making it easy for them to slid against each other in precise movements.
And what had been a craving body, soon turned into a craving mind. Sasha couldn't stop looking at Anne, watching as her curves bounced with each thrust. The full tits swayed invitingly, and if bending down wasn't such a hard mission, Sasha would've already gone ahead and sucked them to a bruising point.
Better yet was watching as Anne's waist also moved for more of that friction. Sasha rolled her eyes every time Anne's clit rubbed against hers, seeking it again and moaning loudly when the two organs met. All the guilt of having been late hours ago, dissipated and gave way to the carnal desire they both had.
Moans were taking over the entire cavern, dirtying the already stale air; Sasha felt hot, her upper body sticking against the tank top, but it didn't matter. Her actions completely focused on satisfying herself. Sasha kept humping and sliding her pussy across Anne's own.
Sasha knew she loved tribbing from the beginning, but now, the position felt... Divine. She gasped loud, not caring if someone would hear, using more and more effort to press her pussy down on that amazing girl; clit against clit.
"Holy crap!" Later, Sasha would definitely brag about the stamina in her legs; all thanks to the cheerleading and warrior training she had been taking on for the past years! And if Anne's bouncing breasts were already a visual delight before, now Sasha felt especially sexy as her own boobs moved inside her blouse, rubbing and giving her a different kind of satisfaction than what she could already get. "I-I'm gonna cum, Boonchuy...!"
"I--Ugh... I know!..." Anne had closed her eyes again, but this time, something told Sasha that the reason was pleasure. Anne was responding to the movements of her girlfriend's waist with the same intensity, clinging to Sasha's leg just like Sasha did to hers. A wet sound arose between the two, and Sasha increased her efforts when Anne's brown eyes went back to her. "I... Ah, Sasha!"
Even with all that movement, Sasha managed to focus her attention on Anne below her. She was beautiful. Too beautiful. Sweaty, tired, doing her best to satisfy the dirty, perverted desires of a 14-year-old girl who touched and molested her in her sleep. Sasha moaned at the words that popped into her mind, looking down only to whimper again.
In direct contact, both cunts intertwined between the girls' legs, so contrasting. The pubes - Sasha hated her own, but after almost a year in Amphibia, she had grown used to their presence there - of different colors, seemed to mingle alongside their lips. Sasha could see a glint of something slimy and mostly transparent that, with the rubbing, made a wet sound.
It was too much for her to handle. Sasha sank her nails tightly on Anne's leg, moving her waist eagerly and following as the surreal beauty of the girl below her, grew hotter and hotter.
"S-shit, Anne.... Ah! You.... Ugh, fuck, you're so... P-perfect..." Sasha rolled her eyes to the pleasure, her clit on Anne's, holding her girlfriend still and basking in the sound of Anne's moans mingling with her own. Bittinger her lower lip, Sasha moved and arranged a perfect position where the bodies kept rubbing, feeeling as her insides dripped wetness. "My... My woman... My s-soldier, totally w-wet for me..."
"J-just for you, Commander..." Looking at Anne, Sasha saw the expression of delight take over her flushed face. Anne's hair spread around her like a sea inviting Sasha for a dive, but what trapped the blonde most in that moment were Anne's hands, going to her pale hips and pulling Sasha closer. "I-I get like this--Ah! Oh, fuck, just f-for Commander Sasha..."
Sasha snarled, and honestly? She couldn't care less. She had to cum, and had to do it on Anne. With Anne. Thrusting her hips, she didn't stop even when Anne apparently lost some of her senses of what was happening, still too carried away by the mixture of sleep and horniness. But Sasha took responsibility, holding Anne's leg and sitting fully on the pussy against her own, moving the cheap bed in the process.
"That's it, my princess..." The air was becoming shallow, and Sasha knew she wasn't going much further. Kisses and bites on Anne's leg, were all Sasha could do to keep Anne entertained, her breasts bouncing inside her black tank top with more vigor and quickness. Her mind completely clouded. "Ah! H-holy crap, Anne! L-let me cum all over your pussy, uhm? L-Let me... Ah! Ah, fuck, let your Commander cum all over you, okay? I-I need this, I need you..." Sasha felt her face burning, her voice dying as she spread more and more kisses on Anne's calf, rubbing her cunt greedily against Anne's swollen clitoris. "I need y-you Anne, I fucking do-- Ooh! I need my C-Commander, I... Ah... Oh, shit!... Fuck! Anne!"
Sasha felt weak for an instant, and then everything was just a blast of heat. Her wobbly legs kept her on her feet as she faithfully rubbed against Anne, vulvas together besmearing in each other's wetness; the heat, the movements, Sasha could feel as Anne's hands squeezed her ass tightly, pulling her close and holding her there.
The tightly closing eyes and open mouth were one of the following uncontrolled reactions, along with the feeling of being completely soaked, the shivers that raised all her hair, the wonders of having orgasmed, and the notion that she had moaned like a porn star. Yet Sasha minded none of that, continuing even as Anne's hands clenched and started pounding against Sasha with small, weak punches to get her attention.
Sasha carried on until she was completely free of the overwhelming thrill of cumming, and only after she felt her body soft and tired that she finally fell down, first sitting fully on their pussies, and then completely forward. Although Sasha didn't want to be a burden to Anne, she had to recover before getting off of her. Their scent nothing more than a persistent sweat, nothing bad. Anne was wet, but it was Sasha who dripped; her cum falling into Anne's snatch and sliding down onto the mattress.
They were still hooked between their legs when Sasha felt one of Anne's hands go to her hair, rubbing and giving it love and affection. Sasha grunted positively, wrapping herself around Anne without caring about their mutual lower nudity. Their pussies still touching, serving as a reassurance that yes, she and Anne had just had sex, as the girl had asked for.
"Finished?" Sasha looked to her side, nodding when her voice didn't quite come out. Anne's soft giggle making her calm, even sleepy. Sasha sank into her girlfriend's neck, hugging Anne as if she was getting the hell out of there right at that moment. "Good, 'cause I need you to get off of me. You're heavy and I really need to breathe."
And it was a fact. Anne had just climaxed too, she also needed to rest. So grunting sadly, Sasha let herself fall to the free side of the bed, eyelids almost closed and body surrendering to the post-orgasm. Soon, Anne's weight was on one of her arms, and pulling her closer, Sasha began to apologize for the way it all had started.
"I'm sorry. I didn't... I shouldn't have done that..." Sasha opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling with a bitter taste in her mouth. The guilt from earlier coming back to haunt her. She... Had crossed the line. That... That was a crime, wasn't it? Some kind of... abuse? Damn, Sasha wished she could go back in time and absolutely not lie in that bed with Anne. "Shit, Anne, I... I-I'm sorry--"
"Dude, no, I don't mind..." The warmth of Anne's body was comforting, especially when the girl drew her face closer and sank it into the curve of Sasha's neck; her bare skin rubbing against the Commander's partial nudity. "You can do that to me... I allow it..."
Sasha didn't reply, staring at the dark walls of the cave somewhat concerned. Anne's body soon heaved against hers, one of her legs over Sasha's own; the way Anne most liked to stay when they slept together.
It was... strange. If asked, Sasha would say she would never do that with Anne again. Touching her while she was sleeping? Without any conversation about... Consent, before? No, no, that was wrong and Sasha would never repeat that again in her life. But inside herself, in the back of her mind, and especially, between her legs, she felt a dangerous throbbing pulse while her brain worked on the fact that, now, she had complete freedom to touch and pleasure Anne, even while she was unable to fully respond
No, Sasha would never do that again.
...Unless she did.
The minutes passed quickly, with Anne's quiet snoring once again playing inside Sasha's head. Like a lull, a reassurance that everything was okay. Anne had slipped one of her arms across Sasha's chest and laid her head on her girl's shoulder to sleep, looking so comfortable and happy that Sasha couldn't hold back the smile that appeared on her lips.
Well, if Anne had said that everything was fine....
"... I love you." Sasha murmured against the sleeping face beside her, watching Anne murmur in response. Nothing coherent, but Sasha didn't expect any words anyway. No, she just needed what Anne already so openly provided: presence. Human warmth. Genuine love. "To the moon and back, do you hear me?" Anne murmured again, snuggling into Sasha and snoring back. "Good night, baby. See you tomorrow..."
Sasha didn't sleep instantly. She still stayed awake, smiling at the nothingness in the cave until the midnight guards gave way to the morning ones. Until the sound of the frogs living and walking and chatting, started to overpower Anne's breathing, and she had to move even closer to listen to her lover throughout the remaining resting time.
And only when her tired mind gave up on keeping her awake, carried by the low sounds Anne produced, did Sasha release the weight of her own shoulders onto the mattress; hugged by the body that kept her warm and tranquil, just as she had always done.
Only after feeling loved and reassured by Anne, that Sasha fell to sleep for a few hours.