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The doors to the locker room adjacent to the main Science Area slammed shut behind them with a loud bang. Briar put the wedge tool to the door, overriding the settings and making sure it was locked.
The two, for the first time since they were abruptly awoken from their four year slumber, got a good look at each other.
"Nice to see four years in a pod didn't do any damage to those muscles." Briar spoke first. Athena just rolled her eyes in response.
"This us not the time, Briar. We could be in imminent danger," Athena arched a brow at Briar, who looked like she was practically salivating at the sight of her in just the shorts and bra. Their pod clothing left a lot if skin exposed — and Athena had pure muscle on display. "You know that."
"I also know," Briar moved closer, one hand ghosting over Athena's abs, the other running up to feel her toned arms. "That we're alone right now."
"After being woken up abruptly, locked in the podroom, and finding out one of our crewmates is dead," Athena sucked in a sharp breath as Briar's cold hand made contact with her skin, hand skirting around her shorts. "Briar."
"What?" The younger girl cocked her head to the side, smirking. "Don't act like you don't want this."
"Shut it."
"Make me."
Athena swiftly moved, turning Briar so she was pinned against the wall. One hand next to her head, the other snaking up her side. Briar shivered beneath her, a smirk still on her lips. She was enjoying this. Far too much considering they had just crash landed on an exo planet.
"Are you gonna do something?"
"Will you ever learn to shut your mouth?"
"I don't hear you complaining about my mouth when it's—"
Athena cut her off by slamming their lips together, Briar immediately melting into her touch. Funny, Athena thought, how all it ever took to shut Briar up is one kiss. She always, always folded.
She loved having this power over the younger woman. Back on Earth, she'd used their time "training" together to… train stamina, one could say.
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"What if someone asks why you're gone so much?" Briar asked in between panting breaths, Athena looking up from in between her parted thighs.
"We were training," Athena spoke matter of factly. It wasn't untrue. They had been training. They'd reviewed various things, Briar giving Athena information about certain planetary measures that Morphine was supposed to have given her before she passed. "Stamina training."
"Fucking me in the lab is stamina training?"
"I don't hear you complaining," Athena pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, Briar shivering and squirming beneath her. "In fact, all I could hear was you moaning my name."
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"We could be hours, minutes, seconds from death," Athena mumbled against her lips, pushing her leg in between Briar's. The science officer immediately began trying to roll her hips against her thigh, only for Athena to push her and hold her in place, blocking her from moving and getting any friction. "What makes you think you get to do that?"
"'Thena," Briar whined, Athena smirking as she felt the muscles tense beneath her hand, Briar's movements becoming more desperate. "It's been four years."
"We've both been asleep, it was basically a regular night's sleep for us." Athena began to trail kisses along her jaw. "Four years and you're still as needy as you were on Earth."
"Fuck off—" Briar couldn't finish her sentence as Athena's lips moved to her throat, tongue swiping along her pulse point before she bit down on the junction between her neck and collarbone, an involuntary moan escaping her.
"We really need to put your mouth to better use," Athena hummed, a hand moving up and fingers trailing along her jaw where she'd just left a line of kisses. A finger pushed at her bottom lip, Briar's mouth falling open without a second thought. "That's what I thought. Good girl." She spoke as three fingers filled Briar's mouth, Briar involuntarily moaning around them.
"You're a lot prettier when you're quiet," Briar looked mildly annoyed at this before Athena pressed down on her tongue, a whine immediately following from the younger girl. "You like that? You like being pinned against the wall, my fingers filling your mouth, all while you're held back from riding my thigh?"
Briar could only nod. The brat within her wanted to form some comeback, to pushback, to deny, but all she could do was nod. Heat was pooling deep in her gut, the situation they were in long forgotten.
"You're such a whore," Athena pulled her fingers out slowly, Briar giving them a light bite as she did so. She couldn't behave, ever. It was like it was instilled deep within her that she had to do the opposite of good whenever given the opportunity. "You think that's gonna get you off any faster?"
"Oh, so you don't like it when I bite?"
"I didn't say that," Athena pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, teasing, not letting her get what she wanted. "But I'm only letting you get off if you'll stop acting like a brat. Got it?"
Briar stared into her eyes for a few silent beats, and Athena could only smirk at her. All Briar's power was gone — Athena held it all, and was using it to keep her hips locked in place. She had no choice but to relent if she wanted this.
Her pupils, dilated, filled with lust, told Athena all she needed to know.
"Fine." Briar huffed.
"If you're gonna be like this," Athena began to move her leg back, Briar whining at the loss of contact. "We'll stop. We'll go back out there, to the rest of the crew, and they'll see how utterly needy of a slut you are. They'll see that you've been denied what you so desperately think you need. They'll see you ruined, and they'll know they were all right about you."
"Please," Briar spoke softly after a moment.
"Please what?"
"Please let me— Let me ride your thigh. Please. I need it Athena, I need— I need you. Please." Briar had so quickly gone from bratty to a needy, wet mess.
"What else? Because I know that's not it." Athena pressed, Briar licking her lips as her breathing got ever so slightly heavier. "That's never just enough for you."
"Your fingers," Briar was almost shameful. Almost. But Athena knew, she'd never actually be ashamed. She was just a mess, all for her. "In me— my mouth or— Or anywhere…"
"And?"
"To call me your good girl," Briar whispered. "Please."
"Hmm," Athena hummed, Briar's pleading eyes filled with lust and want boring into hers. "Do you deserve it?"
"No," Briar shook her head. "But I know you want this as much as I do…"
That, Athena couldn't deny. Her bratty mess of a girl turned into a needy, whiny whore was the thing she always loved most back on Earth.
"Open." She moved her fingers back to Briar's lips, Briar eagerly taking them back in. Her tongue swirled around them, deep blue eyes looking into Athena's, silently asking for the praise she desperately craved. "Good girl. You're a good girl for mommy, right?"
Briar nodded.
"I need to hear you say it. Use your words."
"Yes, mommy," Briar spoke around her fingers, speech muffled and broken. This should be humiliating. This shouldn't be making her wet. It shouldn't be making arousal pool within her, building with each moment Athena pushed her, praised her, and denied her. It shouldn't be making her desperate for something, anything, more than this. It should have her doing anything but sucking on her crewmate's fingers before continuing on, "I'm your good girl..."
"That's what I thought," Athena relaxed her arm, Briar unmoving, knowing one wrong move meant she left her with nothing. "See how much better you are when you're not running your mouth? When you listen?"
"I'm good for you," Briar managed around her fingers, "Mommy. Always."
"In the end," Athena agreed, "You are. Even if you start every time as a brat."
"Athe— Mommy," She corrected herself, the corners of Athena's lips quirking up. "I need your thigh," Briar whined as Athena shifted her fingers, tongue continuing to chase them as she sucked in between words. "Please…"
"Please what?"
"Please, mommy…"
Athena wordlessly removed her fingers, slick with spit as Briar's eyes followed them, desperate. Wanting. Needing. She took the few steps journey to the bench behind her, Briar only able to stare at her.
"Bri," Athena's voice was softer. Gentler. Briar blinked, brain taking a moment to catch up. "Come here."
She did exactly as she was told. It was like her feet moved on their own volition, her brain powered off. All her body knew is that she needed Athena, and she needed her now.
Athena grabbed her hand, pulling her in for a kiss that was calmer, sweeter than all that buildup. Briar sighed against her lips, content — then let out some sort of noise that was a mix between pleased and horny and sounded more alien than human as Athena squeezed her ass. Briar took it as her sign to position herself on Athena's thigh, unable to hold back the moan as she felt the pressure between the muscle of Athena's thigh pressing against her.
"That's it," Athena kissed her again, a hand moving to her waist to steady her as the other moved up her body, taking her sweet time to feel the woman so desperate for her. "Good…"
"Need it," Briar was a complete and utter mess. "Need you…"
"I know." Athena held her fingers up, Briar licking her lips. It was a silent question, a silent asking of permission that Briar would grant immediately.
"Please," She didn't just want it. She needed it. Badly. More than anything in this universe, she needed Athena. "Please…"
"Then open," Briar obeyed. She always did. She took her fingers back in her mouth, sucking. Athena hummed again, content to watch her for a moment. She hadn't originally… planned to have sex with Briar in space. She thought about it before the mission, sure — but it'd always been something she thought she'd never do. Always a fantasy that she'd never admit to anyone, not even Briar. And it was especially supposed to be off limits in the event of crash landing on an exoplanet.
So, a first time for everything.
And a last, too — she didn't want to stick around on Tau Ceti f. At least having a hot science officer ride you while calling you mommy with your fingers in her mouth wasn't bad.
"Then be a good girl for mommy," Athena pushed her fingers deeper, tears starting to well at the corner's of Briar's eyes — from the mix of pleasure, all the denial of it, Athena knowing how far she could push, and the pure want coursing through her. "Go on."
Briar didn't need to be told twice, hips immediately rocking, grinding on Athena's thigh as she curled her fingers in her mouth. Her tongue followed, going over them all, in between, covering every inch one way or another.
"Good girl," Athena repeated, the praise like a drug to Briar that she desperately needed more of. A high she craved, a need in her system. The only thing that could help with the growing pit of want, deep within her. "Look at you. No matter what, you always go from a little brat to mommy's good girl. My best girl."
The younger woman whined. She'd waited four years to hear that praise again. To get this touch again. Deep in hypersleep, it was what she dreamed of. Endless nights of Athena praising her, giving her everything she had and then giving her more. Giving her all she could take, in dreams full of no limits and no boundaries.
"Don't even need me inside you, you're so needy," Athena smirked at the moan that drew out. "God, Bri." She was becoming more desperate — her movements more erratic, close to her release but still left chasing after it with ever rock of her hips.
"Come on, Briar," Athena moved the hand that wasn't three fingers deep in her mouth from her hip to her ass, squeezing. Briar cried out around her fingers as Athena flexed the muscles of her thigh, pushed it against her core, and continued murmuring praise. "That's it. So good for mommy, so good."
It didn't take much longer — between the praise, the pressure Athena kept increasing between her thigh and Briar's core as she flexed and shifted, and the fingers in her mouth, Briar was done for from the start.
It hit her like a truck — she cried out Athena's name as her body convulsed, Athena continuing her soft murmurs of praise as Briar's orgasmn wrecked her. She removed her fingers from her mouth, a string of spit connecting them to her lips before it broke. Briar's head came to rest on her shoulder, breath hot against her neck as she tried to get her breathing to return to normal.
"You did so good, baby," Athena ran a hand through Briar's hair, the science officer unable to do anything other than whimper. "So good for me. Always so good for me."
They stayed like that for a while — neither really knew how long, or cared. Athena held her until her body calmed, the tremors stopped, and her breathing resembled that of a person with two fully functioning lungs. She praised her almost the whole time — calling her anything from her good girl to her good little slut. Briar was practically purring at it all.
"We should get changed," Athena spoke up, Briar humming an "Mmm." to acknowledge that she was probably right, but made no effort to get up. She felt boneless. Like mush. She imagined that if zero gravity was personified, it'd feel like she did right now. "Bri. You need to get cleaned up. At least as best you can since this part of the ship has a working sink."
"I can't move," Briar looked up at Athena, eyes pleading. Athena rolled her eyes, though not unfondly. She didn't mind taking care of Briar — it was just sinking in that they'd spent God knows how long having sex in the lockeroom just outside the lab. The crew was waiting on them. The entire point of coming to the lab in the first place was because they were simply supposed to get changed into their standard, regular clothes for the mission.
"That good?"
"Shut up." Briar flipped her off, a smile tugging at her lips. Their dynamic was… different, to say the least. Most people assumed they hated each other's guts, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Sort of. It depends on the day, if you were to ask Athena. Briar's antics can change her feelings pretty quick.
"You're lucky you're cute," Athena gently pushed her off of her lap and went to go find wherever the hell her mission clothes were plus a washcloth. They could at least try to be inconspicuous. There were already plenty of excuses they could use. The door got stuck, or something. Their wedge tool wouldn't work.
It was relatively silent following this, safe for the sounds of their existence beside each other. The sound of Athena rummaging through various boxes and drawers because Briar didn't have enough time to label things and didn't remember what was what, the sound of the sink running, the sound of the pod clothing peeling off, damp with sweat and arousal.
"I wouldn't mind doing this back home." Briar spoke after a moment, face flushed as Athena kneeled in front of her. An unusual sight for most — Briar Blush flustered.
"What? Having mind blowing sex?" Athena met her gaze. Briar shrugged.
"Well, that too. We already did that," She spoke as Athena continued to wipe away the evidence that anything had ever happened in the room from between her thighs. "But the like— I dunno. Domestic stuff?"
"Is this Briar Blush for "I want to be together?" Athena smiled, her tone light. She didn't mind the idea of that. Briar did get on her nerves. A lot. But she'd come to appreciate the woman and her… quirks a lot more.
"I… yeah." Briar didn't have the energy in her to argue. For just going at it like that and calling Athena 'Mommy' just about every time she spoke, the mood had turned from heated to… soft. Calm. Warm, in that ambient way instead of the result of skin against skin for however long. Athena just put aside the washcloth and took Briar's face in her hands, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to her lips.
"For the record, Blush," Athena murmured as they broke apart. "I'm not opposed to that idea."