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Viper felt it was hard to sleep even before the nasty hum of the ventilation became too loud. Like an old refrigerator that seems to hum quietly, but in complete silence it's immensely irritating.
And even attempts to focus on her breathing don't help at all.
Inhale... Exhale...
Inhale...
And a heavy sigh with the realization that there's less than two hours left to sleep, as the electronic clock on the nightstand confirms.
Her eyelids are incredibly heavy. After several days of monotonously filling out reports, the last thing she wanted was to go to Brimstone's office and demand immediate repair of the ventilation in her room.
"Viper..." — The man hesitates slightly, looking at her displeased face with dark circles under her eyes. It only adds an unkind charm to the scientist's appearance. "I understand it's really interfering with your sleep, but the company that handles maintenance for our base was here just a couple of days ago. Right now, part of their team is on vacation, and the other part has a tightly packed schedule in other places. Quite remote from us."
"And what are you suggesting I do, Brimstone?" — Viper pulled her hands out of her lab coat and crossed them over her chest, frowning deeply. Her gaze was literally ready to strike dead with venom. "Just endure it until they, who knows when, come and fix the ventilation? How long could that take? A week? Two?"
Brimstone sharply looked away at his computer. An email with a response from the company had arrived.
"Actually... a month."
Viper cursed loudly and expressively throughout the office and hurriedly left, not even listening to her supervisor's meek muttering.
Moving quickly down the corridor to reach her office, Viper, under a veil of fatigue and anger, didn't notice Reyna and bumped into her shoulder hard.
"Little snake, did they not let you work an extra day and force you to rest?" — Reyna chuckled and rubbed her shoulder slightly. Viper was strong enough to cause a real jolt.
"Shut up and mind your own business, Reyna."
And every dialogue between them was built like this. Whether it was just a couple of phrases or half an hour long — the moment they crossed paths, a skirmish was inevitable.
Reyna isn't always the instigator of arguments. She just likes to needle and mock, noticing how the already gloomy face darkens further, as if gaining a storm cloud over its head. Viper, in turn, always reprimands. Whether it's a breach of protocol rules, a mission report violation, or any other infraction.
Order must be maintained always and in everything. And in the damn room with the humming ventilation.
Viper fills out documents sitting at her desk, trying to keep her eyes open. Time drags unbearably slowly. The strong, bitter taste of coffee doesn't save her from the accumulated fatigue.
The woman sighs heavily and leans back in her chair, closing her eyes.
"Viper?" — But even in her office, rest is not meant to be. The click of the lock, and the door opened — Reyna stood behind it. She quickly closed the distance between the threshold and the desk covered in papers. Reyna unceremoniously sat on the desk, clearly crumpling important documents beneath her. "I found out the ventilation in your room is humming, and I'm offering you a gesture of goodwill. Swapping rooms for this month."
Reyna tilts her head to the side and smiles. Unexpectedly, Viper catches herself thinking that she likes this genuine smile, even if it still looks a bit predatory because of Reyna's fangs.
Viper sighed heavily before answering.
"I'm forced to decline. But thank you for the offer. Leave my office and don't..."
But she wasn't allowed to finish the thought. Reyna abruptly placed her hands on the armrests of the office chair, making Viper flinch — both from the movement itself and the loud sound. She literally leaned over Viper, bracing her hands on the armrests.
"You're forgetting one thing, serpiente." — Reyna's smile was truly predatory now. And it seemed her eyes were faintly glowing purple. "I'm not offering, so you don't have the right to refuse." — Her lips leaned towards Viper's ear and whispered these words. Hot air brushed against her ear, followed by Reyna's tongue.
Viper bit her own lips and clenched the edges of her lab coat.
She doesn't push Reyna away, doesn't tell her to go to hell this time. She's silent, trying to breathe under the hot touches of fingers that slowly stroke her stomach, having already slipped under her sweater. Still, a half-moan escapes her lips when hands cup her bra cups and squeeze her breasts, while fangs gently sink into the sensitive thin skin of her neck.
"Viper, admit that you want me..."
This phrase echoes off all the walls and dissolves spectrally, leaving behind only the beep of the door opening again. Viper no longer feels the warmth of Reyna's body against her.
Only a severe headache, tired eyes, and a racing heart.
"What the hell..." — Viper looks around, and Brimstone is modestly waiting outside the threshold for permission to enter the office. When the woman surveyed the entire room and realized no one else was there, she finally noticed him. "Come in."
Her expression went from surprised back to its usual one — tired and displeased.
"I won't take much of your time..."
"You're already taking it. Don't drag it out, just tell me what it is." — Viper hates all this fuss before someone delivers some crappy news. Brimstone usually doesn't come to her office with anything else.
"I want to offer you a temporary move to another room. So, you can get proper sleep while yours is being fixed." — Viper initially snorted at these words, imagining the noise on the floor where all the other Protocol agents' rooms are, except hers and Brimstone's. That would definitely be worse than the ventilation hum. "Wait, please, and let me finish." — Brimstone is used to Viper's hostile attitude towards all his words and suggestions. It's as routine as brushing your teeth in the morning. "The room is the very last one on the floor. It only shares one wall with another room, and that's unlikely to bother you."
Silence in the office. Viper considered the proposal.
On one hand, her room is separate from everyone else. Her room is the largest, more like an apartment. She has a private balcony with a furnished relaxation area, which Viper visits occasionally, only to smoke after another stressful day. She has a treadmill in her room, which she runs on every morning, and some other sports equipment to keep herself in excellent shape. Viper doesn't want to bother moving all these things, especially since she knows the other agents' rooms are quite modest both in furnishings and size. If there's space there for anything other than a bed and a desk, besides the closet, then that's certainly impressive.
"Well... What do you say? I don't think the agents will bother you; they all respect you." — And even fear, but Brimstone didn't voice the even more obvious fact.
Respect, perhaps, from everyone except that one who unexpectedly appeared in a quick dream and left behind, after her appearance, warmth in her lower abdomen, slightly damp underwear, and a huge number of questions.
"I agree. Is the room currently free?"
"Yes, you can move your things there right now." — The key card for the room was politely left on the desk. Brimstone himself stepped back towards the door.
"Excellent, I'll get on with it. Don't disturb me today anymore, only for the most urgent matters; I'll be moving my things." — They exchanged forced polite smiles, then left the office one after the other.
***
Viper didn't take too many things with her. At least, that's what she thought until she discovered that her temporary room was full of boxes, and about five hours had passed since she started actively moving around Protocol, repeatedly refusing all the agents' offers of help.
Viper doesn't need help. She's strong enough to carry all her things herself without bothering anyone with it.
Finally, she could collapse onto the bed and exhale. But that was clearly a mistake. Even though the mattress here isn't as soft and comfortable, the accumulated fatigue was enough for her eyes to start closing on their own, and images from the impending sleep began to surface in her mind.
And just as Viper sees a faint purple glow in her dream, she immediately bolts upright in bed, feeling energized enough to unpack her things.
***
Thoughts of Reyna haunted her again that night. Viper lay in bed, but every time she felt herself drifting off to sleep, that annoyingly familiar image would appear before her. And a slight prick of inexplicable fear would force her to jerk awake — again and again... Again and again, until finally sleep captured Viper in its tight embrace.
And she felt every kiss, every touch as if it were real. Viper felt her fingers rhythmically moving inside Reyna, drawing moans from her.
Viper felt the saltiness of skin after each bite she left on the tanned skin.
And she unexpectedly woke up at three in the morning — most likely due to the sounds of numerous footsteps outside her door. It didn't surprise her. Many young agents stay up late, playing board games with each other. Viper had caught them several times after she herself had stayed late working.
Her thoughts were murky and tangled. Viper lowered her hand between her legs and felt that her underwear was completely soaked.
What if... Thoughts of Reyna and these delusional dreams could be chased away by simply...
Simply by stroking herself through the fabric of her underwear, simply by allowing herself to sink even deeper into these thoughts.
And now Viper couldn't think of anything except that it was Reyna's fingers slipping under the waistband of her boxers. That it was her slowly entering with two fingers, not hurrying to pick up the pace, making rare thrusts that caused a light half-moan to escape her lips, becoming too audible in this dead silence.
Viper feels herself blushing. She hasn't masturbated in a long time because she's had absolutely no attraction to anyone, and generally hasn't had the time for it. Attraction, of course, still isn't there — this is just a method that might help drive all the bad thoughts out of her head.
Her fingers slip out of her, land on the head of her clit, and slowly glide over it, bringing even more pleasure and sounds into the room. And in her mind, her neck is covered in hot kisses. In her mind, Reyna's other hand strokes and squeezes her breast. In her mind, Reyna whispers that she's always admired Viper and dreamed of seeing her beneath her.
And five minutes were enough for her to come, moaning her unspoken rival's nickname quite loudly throughout the room. And after that, Viper clamped her free hand over her mouth, not expecting at all that she would sink so deeply into her fantasies.
And Reyna, who had relatively recently returned to her room after several games of Uno with the younger agents (where she was, of course, dragged by Gekko), lay on her bed, completely unable to believe what she had just heard.
Reyna immediately got up, washed her face with cold water, and then lay back down, again trying to process what she had just heard — and from whom exactly.
The girl remembers that her room borders Jett's on one side, and on the other, she's never had a neighbor. And now she's trying to figure out... Who the hell could have moved into that room — and be thinking about her in that way?
***
Reyna was too pensive all day. She deliberately woke up early and lay in bed, waiting for any sound from the other side of the wall, but heard absolutely nothing — until, from the other side, Jett again blasted music at full volume and lowered it only after Reyna threw a fairly thick book at the wall.
Her head was a complete mess. Thoughts tried to form some kind of plan to figure out exactly who found Reyna so interesting.
Three options: either ask the Protocol agents, skillfully dodging counter-questions; or ask Brimstone (but as far as Reyna knew, he had left the base for a few days today); or stake out the door.
She could also just not think about it — but it was impossible to ignore the wave of warmth that passed through her lower abdomen after that sound from behind the wall.
First, Reyna decided to at least have breakfast.
And, entering the cafeteria, she, of course, ran into Viper, who was brewing her strange expensive coffee. Reyna stood next to her and reached into the cupboard for tea, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Viper carefully step aside.
"Viper?" — Reyna laughed at this behavior and tossed a tea bag into her cup. While the kettle boiled, the girl noticed that the scientist hadn't snapped back as she usually liked to do. And in general, her gaze was directed strictly into her own cup, not burning Reyna alive.
And Reyna didn't like that. She much preferred catching venom from Viper than being ignored.
"Serpiente, did I offend you somehow?" — Reyna carefully placed her hand on Viper's waist, feeling she couldn't stop her stupid impulse to provoke an emotional reaction. "Surely I don't deserve such..."
But she couldn't finish. It turns out Viper has a very strong grip. She held Reyna tightly by the wrist and pulled her hand away. And she began to squeeze the wrist tighter and tighter with each word spoken.
"Keep your hands to yourself, or I'll want to deprive you of the ability to breathe." — Viper seemed to be looking directly into her soul and poisoning it. Her gaze was indeed unbearably heavy, and any Protocol agent meeting such a look would hastily lower their head and apologize for such behavior. But not Reyna. Her smug smile stretched across her lips, revealing her fangs.
"Wow, Callas, you really do have a strong grip." — They were still looking into each other's eyes, completely forgetting what they had been doing before. However, their staring contest ended when the kettle boiled. The noise brought Viper back to reality, and she abruptly released Reyna's hand — as if burned.
Viper had almost finished her coffee routine. Just before she could take her cup and leave for her office, Reyna appeared in front of her and whispered slightly below her ear, leaning towards her neck:
"Remember this, little snake: if you really wanted to hurt me, you would have done it long ago. Your empty threats amuse me." — The hot whisper reached her skin; her ears instantly flushed, noticeable only if you peered between the strands of hair that weren't lying perfectly straight today.
Reyna immediately stepped aside, letting Viper pass. And she also managed to notice how the coffee cup trembled in Viper's shaking hands.
Sitting down at the table with her tea, Reyna lost her appetite from the awkwardness. She likes to anger Viper, but definitely not to drive her to the point of shaking hands. The truth is, Reyna doesn't have any hatred for Viper. For her, it's all just a game — she likes to see emotions on the ever-serious face, but not to hurt the woman or upset her.
***
Viper hears a knock on her office door and, without taking her eyes off the documents, asks briefly:
"Who?"
Viper doesn't let anyone into her office except the higher-ups, because there's absolutely nothing here that other agents might need. And she prefers to talk outside her den.
"Your perpetual headache." — Reyna tries to joke and lets out an awkward chuckle after her own words. "Will you let me in? I'll be quick."
Even though it's insanely awkward, Reyna still doesn't want to drive Viper to a nervous breakdown and make her hate her. Playing at mutual hatred, or rather just dislike, she enjoys.
"No." — Viper tensed up. She absolutely did not want to see Reyna right now. The pen was tightly clenched in her hands, the documents pushed slightly aside.
Reyna sighs heavily. Basically, she expected this.
"I might have overdone it there in the cafeteria; I wanted to apologize for that — nothing more." — Reyna pressed her back against the door and started speaking louder so Viper could hear. Phoenix, passing by, looked surprised, but Reyna waved him on, signaling him to keep walking and not eavesdrop.
"Apology accepted, you can go."
And that was it. Reyna actually obeyed Viper and continued down the corridor, still feeling conflicted. She thought Viper would give her a few unkind words, but... The fact that she let it go so easily after one "sorry" was a little... strange.
A long endurance training session helped clear her tangled thoughts, after which Reyna found the strength only to quickly rinse off in the shower and collapse back into bed right in the middle of the evening.
Reyna slept for a couple of hours, then woke up closer to night and again heard quiet moans. She realized that her neighbor's bed was right next to hers, and the only thing separating them was the cold wall.
Reyna felt a little awkward about eavesdropping, but she couldn't help it. And she didn't want to. The sounds her unknown neighbor made drove her crazy, especially the juiciest, most delicious sound of orgasm.
After that sound, she heard something fall from the nightstand and break. A few loud curses, spoken clearly and loudly enough, made Reyna realize that her neighbor was the one she had been almost afraid to even think about.
Reyna laughed quietly, incredibly nervous and feeling wildly awkward. An even tighter knot twisted in her stomach.
Reyna placed her hand on the cold wall and traced it, even though she knew she wouldn't feel Viper's warmth through it, but still, the thought that they were this close stirred her.
And the tangled ball of thoughts, set aside, unexpectedly unraveled, further clarifying the whole situation. Reyna was genuinely turned on by their relationship, because simply getting closer gradually was clearly not their script. It was easier for them to bicker day after day, only to think about each other in the evening and secretly desire each other.
And all day, Reyna walked around in anticipation of the next night. In anticipation of more moans. The woman hoped that tonight she would again hear Viper whisper her name. Even if it wasn't her real one. The desire was too strong and tempting to resist.
And again, the same thing, again she heard moans, and now she couldn't help but press the blanket between her legs and rub against it while eavesdropping. Reyna felt like a pervert, but realized Viper was far more perverted than her, because she hadn't even covered her mouth with her hand like Reyna was doing now.
She so wanted to press Viper against the wall, bury her nose in her neck, and cover the back of her head with kisses while her hands slid down from her chest to her unbuttoned trousers and delved into the pleasant wetness.
And again, she heard her name. Heard Viper loudly pronounce the first syllable and sweetly draw out the second. And after that, the most insane thought came into her muddled head, one she decided to act on, even though it would probably cost her a slap. But first, Reyna would follow Viper's example and finish what she started.
***
Instead of breakfast, Reyna rushed to Killjoy's lab, drumming on the door with her hands to be let in as quickly as possible. Reyna noticed the girl had either woken up too early or hadn't gone to sleep at all.
"You scientists — are you the main enemies of sleep?" — Reyna laughed at her own joke, immediately sitting down on a nearby chair. Many cups with dried coffee residue, a small table covered in schematics and blueprints, which the girl was staring at thoughtfully with tired eyes.
"No, no, just too much to do, and too little time in a day. Do you have a question?" — Killjoy smiled weakly, clearly in energy-saving mode, and pushed the blueprints aside a bit, waiting for Reyna's request.
"Give me access to the adjacent rooms for one day. The ventilation noise is making my head throb. I want to check if maybe Jett decided to hide something in there, or my other neighbor couldn't find a better place for documents." — Reyna tried to sound normal and matter-of-fact, trying to inject light notes of dissatisfaction into her voice to ensure Killjoy would agree.
Reyna also remembered that all agents in Protocol, except Brimstone, had key cards with access to all rooms. Regular agents only had access to common areas and their own — for example, bedrooms and offices. So, besides this method, she had no other way to get to Viper's room, except by stealing her card.
"Can't you just ask the other agents to let you into their rooms and inspect them while they're present?" — Killjoy tensed up. She didn't really want to break the rules.
"Viper's always in her office and sleeps two hours a day at random times; Jett's on a mission right now, and I have no idea when either of them will be in their rooms. By the time they are, I might have already knocked their doors down with my shoulder. Do you think our Protocol wants unnecessary expenses?" — Reyna continued her act, this time adding irritation to her arsenal. She tried not to look at Killjoy with a dissatisfied gaze, trying to show that she could actually handle the problem herself, just with more radical methods.
"No, of course we don't need unnecessary expenses. Just, please, check the ventilation and leave — no extra trouble for you or me." — Killjoy sat down at the computer, took Reyna's card, and typed something, occasionally glancing at the number on the card.
"Don't worry, I don't want extra trouble either; I really just need to peek into their rooms to be able to sleep peacefully at night. And if a superficial inspection doesn't help, I'll ask Brimstone to call the engineers." — Killjoy nodded grimly, adjusting her beanie, and after a while handed Reyna back her card.
"Access is for exactly 24 hours. After that, it'll automatically expire. And please, don't tell anyone."
Reyna wasn't planning on telling anyone anything anyway.
***
Reyna sat on her bed, leaning back against the wall. She hoped and waited that Viper wouldn't stop tonight either. It was late; the room was completely silent.
Quiet footsteps in the corridor. A soft beep of a key card.
Reyna tried to breathe quietly and not get nervous. Right now, when she was so close to fulfilling her dirty desire, nervousness washed over her.
Because of the uncertainty. Because Reyna didn't know for sure: would she shatter the threads of their relationship forever or take a step towards her. More like a leap. Into the depths of dark, cold waters.
And after a while, the first sound was heard. Reyna tried to suppress a stupid smile, tried to stay put and wait a little longer. Her breath caught — she was definitely a pervert. Both of them were.
Viper had chosen for herself the easiest and most wonderful way to fall asleep — what was wrong with Reyna seeing this as an opportunity to get closer?
A closeness she hadn't even considered. She had lived so foolishly, so naively, with the thought that they would just throw caustic phrases at each other until the end of their existence and never become dependent on it. Or on each other. That they wouldn't want more. That at some point they wouldn't both skid off the road together into the ditch.
Reyna slowly began to go crazy with anticipation and finally decided to get out of bed.
She stepped quietly out of her room and held her hand with the card in front of Viper's door for a few seconds.
Reyna was scared, impossibly scared, but putting on a mask of confidence, she swiped the card, entered the room, and quickly closed the door behind her.
"What the hell..." — The room was lit by the soft, warm light of a bedside lamp. Viper instantly removed her hand from between her legs, but moisture was visible on her fingers. "Get out of my room. Now." — Viper got out of bed and approached Reyna. The woman was only wearing a t-shirt and boxers, so she didn't feel at all self-conscious about her appearance.
Reyna placed her hand on Viper's waist and pulled her close, pressing her body against hers. In response, she felt Viper's clean hand land on her throat and squeeze.
"I told you: if you ever touch me again, you'd lose the ability to breathe." — Reyna smiled, even though she felt she genuinely couldn't inhale. It turned her on, on the contrary, so Viper had guessed wrong about the deterrent method. "Get the hell out of here, what don't you understand?" — Viper said this with all her anger. Because of the invasion of her personal space. Because of the intrusion into her room. Because Reyna dared to think that she attracted Viper. Even though it was true, Reyna wasn't supposed to know. And Viper was angry at herself. For her own simple weakness.
Viper released the woman's neck, allowing her to breathe for a second, relaxed, and hoped Reyna would let her go and leave. That this was just another idiotic joke that had gone too far.
Her hopes were dashed. In a second, Viper found herself pressed against the door.
"Did you really think you could kick me out? After calling out for me several nights in a row?" — Reyna chuckled, feeling Viper's hands push against her shoulders, trying to shove her away. "Linda serpiente, you're very bad at hiding that you want me." — Viper dug her short nails into Reyna's shoulders. The girl was wearing a dark sleeveless t-shirt, and even through the thin fabric, you could feel Viper trying to inflict some pain to cool her ardor.
"Shut up. You've made up all this nonsense yourself." — Reyna's knee pressed between Viper's legs, pushing against her crotch. Viper managed to suppress the sound that almost treacherously escaped her lips.
"We'll check that now." — Their eyes met. Reyna, even though she felt Viper trying to "keep face," saw a flicker of fear and confusion in her eyes. Viper was cornered.
Viper shifted her hips, trying to avoid contact with Reyna's knee, but Reyna pressed it harder — this time drawing a half-moan from the already aroused woman. Viper still made jerky attempts to push Reyna away, but her wrists were grabbed and pinned above her head.
Reyna leaned towards Viper's face and kissed her. It was a quick, short, somewhat rough kiss. Reyna felt the urge to pounce on Viper, but tried to restrain herself, to keep her sanity — not to lose control, so as not to cause the woman unnecessary pain. However, Viper didn't care; instead of returning the kiss, she bit Reyna's lower lip hard and pulled it towards her.
"If you think I'll just give myself to you so easily, you're incredibly naive, Reyna." — Viper smirked, realizing she could still show her spirit.
"Fine, little snake. You can squirm beneath me all you want." — Reyna lowered Viper's hands but didn't release them. She pulled the woman towards the bed and pushed her roughly onto it. She desperately wanted to help her finish what she'd started.
As soon as Viper was on the bed, she tried to get up. But Reyna managed to straddle her and pin her down.
"Don't you even fucking think about running."
Reyna understood that no matter how much she wanted to cover every inch of Viper's body with kisses, she needed to act here and now, otherwise their struggle would last until morning.
Reyna looked into the eyes of Viper beneath her and placed her hand between her legs. She gently moved her fingers up and down, feeling the softness of her labia through the fabric of her slightly damp underwear.
"I hate you. Try to fuck me and think about that." — Reyna chuckled again. She was immensely amused by the small doses of venom Viper threw at her, hoping to sting.
"Try? I'm already doing it, cariño." — After these words, her hand moved higher and slipped under the tight waistband of her underwear, pressing against the wrist that already bore a bruise from their recent scuffle. Her fingers slowly slid into Viper, causing the woman to give in and grab Reyna by the hair at the back of her head, pulling her close to muffle all her moans and dissolve them in a kiss.
Reyna was surprised but didn't want to say anything. She liked that Viper had reached for the kiss herself. Reyna played with Viper: she moved her fingers slowly, unhurriedly, then made a sharp thrust, hearing how much Viper liked it, feeling the rock of her hips after the thrust, sensing that the woman wanted more.
Viper kissed Reyna too desperately, too hurriedly, making it hard for Reyna to keep up. Reyna wanted to pull back, give Viper air, because she heard she could barely breathe, but Viper's grip was too strong — she pressed on the back of her head again, not wanting to let go.
Viper felt herself gradually breaking beneath Reyna, and she was immensely ashamed of everything that had happened and was happening. She never wanted anyone to see her like this... weak and needy. Especially Reyna.
"Viper..." — Reyna murmured right against her lips, catching a free moment. But Viper wasn't listening — she was actively moving her hips, trying to push deeper onto the fingers and set the pace she needed herself. "Viper." — Reyna's voice was more insistent now. She wanted the woman to hear her and let go of the back of her head.
Finally, Reyna got her attention by stopping the movement of her fingers. She heard a quiet whimper right against her lips, felt Viper lift her hips, trying to get more pleasurable sensations.
Viper loosened her grip on the back of Reyna's head. They finally broke the kiss, which had become messy and wet from the haste, leaving a thin string of saliva connecting their lips. Reyna pulled back a little and looked seriously at the woman who was desperately gasping for air and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her slightly hiked-up t-shirt revealed her flat stomach, and her breasts, hidden beneath the fabric, rose and fell rapidly.
"What..." — Inhale. — "Is wrong?" — Hurried exhale.
"Breathe." — Reyna looked at those flushed cheeks and completely lost, hazy eyes. "And when you kiss — breathe too, okay?"
"Don't tell me," — inhale, — "what to do..." — And another exhale.
"Your attempts to snap back right now are completely out of place. Move your lips slowly. We're not in a hurry." — Viper tried to come up with some retort, but didn't have time. Gentle, still moist lips covered hers and moved unhurriedly, just like Reyna's fingers inside Viper.
Viper again tried to continue her internal struggle, but the desire to return the kiss this time proved stronger. Still, Viper occasionally bit Reyna's lips, and the woman responded with a quick smile.
Reyna trailed kisses down to her slender neck and, after almost every kiss, ran her tongue over the skin before gently catching it between her teeth.
"My turn to bite, corazón."
Viper pressed her palm to her lips, letting out muffled sounds when Reyna quickened the movement of her fingers inside her. In response, Reyna shifted position so she was no longer hovering directly over Viper and freed her hand, not stopping the motion between her legs. She grabbed the woman's hand and pulled it away.
"When you did this alone, it never occurred to you to cover your mouth, and now you want to deprive me of the pleasure of hearing your moans? If your hand goes near your mouth again, I'll tie it to the bed."
Viper felt herself getting even wetter from Reyna's commanding tone and her slightly hoarse, aroused voice.
"Go... to hell..." — Viper frowned slightly, trying to hold back moans and control her breathing while answering Reyna, but immediately after these words, the room filled with sounds again.
"You're adorable." — Reyna smiled and left a quick kiss on her cheek before moving lower, lifting her t-shirt, and truly fixating on Viper's chest.
Viper had medium-sized breasts that looked very neat. Mesmerizing. Reyna immediately pressed her lips to a nipple, sucking it while simultaneously playing with it using her tongue.
They both began to lose their minds with arousal. Reyna let out soft moans in response to every sound Viper made.
Reyna finally lost control, returning to Viper's lips and pressing her into the bed while her fingers moved at a frantic pace, making her too loud and again stifling it in a kiss, but this time on Reyna's initiative. She didn't want the other agents to hear Viper.
With trembling hands that had been wandering chaotically over Reyna's back, not daring to touch other places, the woman grabbed her wrist and squeezed it with what little strength she had left, trying to get her partner for the night's attention.
Viper's legs periodically began to shake violently, and she writhed beneath Reyna.
Amidst the touching of lips, those two syllables, so familiar from the last few nights, were audible. Reyna couldn't help but bite Viper's lip hard before breaking the kiss and listening to what she had to say.
"Move... your hand higher..." — Viper squeezed Reyna's wrist tighter, making her hiss in pain from the pressure on the bruise and stop. Viper immediately removed her hands from Reyna's wrist, her foggy mind realizing she had accidentally hurt her.
"Why?" — Reyna tilted her head to the side, and a smug smile slowly spread across her face, making Viper sigh heavily and grab Reyna by the collar of her t-shirt, awkwardly fumbling and clenching it in her hands.
"Because I need your fingers higher." — Viper was a little angry at not getting what she wanted. She didn't like being on the edge and waiting while Reyna toyed with her.
"If you want something, you can ask politely." — Reyna wouldn't let up. She just couldn't, especially when it came to a polite request from Viper.
The woman squirmed on Reyna's fingers, which remained still, trying to guide her hand to the right place herself, but Reyna made a sharp thrust and again heard a whimper.
"No, tonight you're not bringing yourself to orgasm." — Viper frowned again.
"Then leave, please. I managed fine without you until now." — Viper said this quietly, with a clear note of hurt in her voice.
"Viper... You know you're just delaying the inevitable. You can just ask, look." — Reyna leaned towards the woman's red ear and whispered: "Please... Let me come." — Reyna's whisper finally finished Viper off, and the woman mumbled the same four words Reyna had just said, almost under her breath, and then added:
"I hate you." — Viper turned her head away, feeling her fingers slip out of her, and then Reyna finally pulled off her underwear, because now they would definitely be in the way.
"I don't believe you."
The smell of arousal hit both of them strongly. Reyna placed her fingers on the head of her clit and made circular, gliding motions, then returned to Viper's lips, giving her a long, tender kiss.
Her hips tensed and relaxed with every movement.
"Press... a little harder..." — Viper's hands tangled in Reyna's hair and occasionally squeezed gently at the roots — carefully, trying not to cause pain.
Reyna increased the pressure and sped up, soon feeling Viper tense up and arch her back in the moment, letting out several short moans and then one long, drawn-out one. Her trembling hands again landed on Reyna's wrist and slowly moved her hand away from her now overly sensitive clit.
"You're a good girl, serpiente." — Reyna broke the kiss, which Viper had stopped responding to while she was coming. Lips touched her sweaty forehead and felt the saltiness.
"Shut up and lie down next to me." — Viper was breathing heavily and adjusted her t-shirt, covering her chest and partly the wet mess between her legs. Reyna obediently lay down beside her and wanted to squeal with joy like a little girl, but restrained herself and stayed silent, suppressing a stupid smile.
Her mind was in a whirlwind. Viper didn't understand why she couldn't and didn't want to chase Reyna away now. Her body was still trembling slightly from the recent release and a little from the cold in the room. Reyna didn't ignore this and covered them both with the blanket that had been pushed to the very edge of the bed. Their legs carefully, awkwardly touched. They lay in silence, just looking at each other, unable to find any words.
Viper didn't want this moment to end.
Didn't want Reyna to leave. But she was still afraid to admit it to herself. Much less say it out loud.
Reyna placed her hand on Viper's stomach and felt the woman flinch slightly. She quietly apologized for the unexpected touch. Reyna couldn't help but touch Viper.
She liked any contact between their bodies.
"I'll come tomorrow evening after I'm done with everything, and you'll open the door for me."
Reyna whispered quietly, trying not to break this moment of peace even with her barely audible words.
Viper didn't answer. Didn't nod, left Reyna's words unanswered, because they both knew Viper would open the door for her.
And now she always would.