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Their meeting is pretty uneventful. It is a bland Tuesday evening. The sun is slowly setting along the sky of Okhema.
The time and day makes it so the gym is blissfully empty—Mydei had chosen so intentionally. People staring did not matter one bit to her, but an empty space free of the hum-buzz people naturally brought with them was always more welcoming than a packed, sweltering gym.
Ever since having reached a point in her transition where she feels comfortable showing herself off confidently, uncaring of whatever stares people may throw at her, Mydei has started wearing more and more clothes catering to the style she always longed for. Growing up this startled little boy, sneaking off into his mother’s room to try on her heels and smudge his chubby face all over with makeup. She’d known she was different from all the other boys with roughened knees and car toys. She’d always argue with the other girls to get to play mom in house, or at the very least the role of daughter.
(Mydei has learned to grow past this uncertainty, this insecurity. She has grown into who she has always been. She embraces who she is, who she used to be, with certainty, for who else possibly could?)
Mydei had come to memorize the faces of the few other people who seemed to share the same thought process as her. A man that always seemed to forget his water bottle next to the benches lining the walls as he left. Watching him run back inside a few minutes later every time made her days mildly better, too. Another one who looks like he isn’t aware the entire gym can hear his horrendous music bleed through his headphones.
And then there’s her. Mydei’s pretty sure they share an acquaintance–because she couldn't possibly forget a face like that. Mydei thinks she’s seen her at a party or two… was it Cipher’s or Castorice’s? All she recalls is seeing the other woman brood quietly in the corner. The way the top of her hair stuck out through most of the crowd was very amusing.
She’s tall, imposing and menacing in a… quiet way? She takes up space in just about any room Mydei’s seen her enter (which would be very few, but still.) in a quiet, ghostly way. Her short, pale golden blond hair looks like an untameable monster in a way that somehow still looks charming. Mydei hasn’t seen her make any expression that isn’t this perpetual glare, or the same stare accompanied by a frown as she forces her legs upward on the stair master. She’s yet to catch a name, and the idea of going up to this stranger to tell her how hot she is just to get stared at is very unsexy and unpleasant. She has wide, broad shoulders and thick thighs. Her sports bra bulges out her sizable cleavage in a, frankly, obscene way. She even catches the silver glint of twin metal studs on her right eyebrow. (Not that Mydei was looking at her like that. She is appreciative of the work she seems to put into herself! That’s it.) These black, square-framed glasses go around her handsome face just right. How visually appealing.
She must come here pretty often–she’s not even wearing headphones. How does she go to the gym and just… listen to people grunting and the whirring of the machines?
They’ve locked eyes a few times; one as Mydei was exiting the lockers, only for her to come face to face to the woman as she entered the room. Another time as Mydei was huffing through her warmups. The woman was directly in front of her, sitting on a bench and scrolling through her phone, towel slung around her shoulders. They looked at each other a second beyond what was socially acceptable, before a notification wrenched the woman’s eyes away. Mydei fought against her own body not to squirm at the intensity in her golden eyes.
You see, Mydei usually towers over most of her friends, and yet she doesn’t even come close to her. The top of Mydei reaches about the other woman’s jawline, at the very most. She’s so tall! had been the only thought spinning around Mydei’s head for about a week and a half, until she saw her again at the very same gym. Another one had been something like I need her to bend me in half, or I wish she’d stuff my mouth with her hands.
Their schedules seem to have aligned almost perfectly, too. Mydei goes to the gym five days a week, at the same time in the evening without fault. She sees the same golden hair four out of those five days, and it seems that they share about the same hours, with a half hour at most in difference.
Mydei manages to catch the woman’s name on a rainy day just before going to do her usual workout. She stops at this small, cozy coffee shop just about to close–a few people mingle in and out quickly, so Mydei assumes it’ll be fine for her to grab a quick protein smoothie to kickstart her energy as well. The soft ding! of the doorbell resounds over the dim-lit shop, and a short woman with pink-teal hair pulled in a ponytail greets her with a smile. With a wave back, Mydei sweeps over the clean tables–-only to see very familiar eyes staring back at her with the softest hint of a smile. She’s holding a cup with her name written on it. Khaslana. It fits her, Mydei thinks.
Going up to the counter and ignoring the way she seems to be staring at Mydei from her corner of the shop, Mydei orders a pomegranate protein smoothie to-go. While waiting for her order to ready up, she stands to the side and takes to mindlessly scrolling on her phone. She sneaks a glance or two at the other woman–only to find her looking right back. The coffee shop’s soft lighting seems to be accentuating her features perfectly compared to the harsh gym lights. Her blonde hair seems to be made of liquid gold, contrasting against the dark leather jacket she wears. Her piercing glows in the light.
Khaslana looks sad, and angry. There is this profound, innate bitterness to her eyes, like she’s seen things she shouldn’t have. Mydei itches to grab her face and look at her nose, her chapped lips and her eyebrows; the way they furrow when she lifts more than she normally would. The way she seems to bite her lips raw when deep in focus. She longs to look at her closely, so closely. Mydei wonders how happiness looks on her.
Mydei pulls herself upright subconsciously and waves at her with a grin. Khaslana’s plain expression morphs into what looks to be a touch of quiet mirth. She raises her hand to wave back–Mydei has to take a double and a triple take. She looks again after a blink for good measure.
Her hand is massive. Holy fuck. Mydei has to look away as the barista–her name tag reads ‘Hyacine!!’ on a sparkly pink marker with seven different small, dainty unicorn stickers. She hands her the smoothie with a tired, but cheery, smile. She takes a sip of her drink and wishes the woman a good night. Mydei hurries outside and ignores the coil in her stomach at the feeling of golden eyes following her outside. She heads for the gym with swirling thoughts.
Her hand dwarfed the size of her coffee cup and her phone. The black nail polish adorning her trimmed, neat nails makes Mydei’s grip on her drink tighten. She has to ask her out. She has to! She also has to get in her pants–whatever order this all comes out in.
Half an hour later, Mydei sees Khaslana entering the gym while she finishes up a stretch. She has the same passive expression she always does, Mydei’s noticed, as she lowers her bag to the ground and strips herself of her jacket–her shirt rides up her abdomen at the move, exposing her toned midsection. Mydei tears her eyes away with a poorly concealed surprised squeak. Her underwear remains tight and damp the remainder of the hour and a half she spends at the gym.
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As it turns out, it is pretty easy to approach and befriend Khaslana. She certainly doesn’t behave the way she looks.
It goes something like this, on an evening not unlike every other;
A frustrated groan resounds over the empty gym. There’s only the two of them left, if they don’t count the guy currently searching for his lost water bottle, again.
Khaslana seems to be struggling over the bench press she’s doing. Her glasses sit askew on her face, eyes squeezed shut in concentration. The lack of people also means a lack of spotters, so Mydei seizes the opportunity and trudges up to the woman. She feels confident, but the stir of nervousness rears its head as she gets closer. She thanks her lucky stars that she decided to go with a fitting pair of leggings and nothing but a sports bra that day.
“Need a spotter?” Mydei asks, but positions herself behind Khaslana’s head anyway. She receives an answer in the form of a grunt and gritted teeth. Mydei holds onto the handle and helps her put it back onto the bar.
She ignores the heat blazing through her stomach as she notices how much weight the other woman was going for. She could bench press Mydei twice over so easily. Fuck.
“... Thanks.” Khaslana says once she sits up, peering upward at her. Her eyes have less of this anger in them, now looking mostly dull. Mydei guesses that’s a good thing–she smiles and hands her a clean towel. Her voice is quiet, raspy but smooth. “You were, uh, watching?” She observed.
“Mydei,” she offers along the cloth. Khaslana answers with her own name. Her face heats up at the question. “It’s hard not to.” She scoffed, only to receive a hum for a reply. That night, Mydei leaves with a smile on her face, a spring of arousal in her stomach and a glaring problem in her pants.
Over the next few months, Mydei manages to obtain an Instagram account; it’s empty and clearly over a decade old, but the lingering pictures have their charm.
A picture of a fluffy white dog. A pink long-haired girl (a sister?) holding a crying child–Khaslana? Another of a first day of school, it seems. The same girl stands next to Khaslana. The two of them are clad in a classic school uniform; a skirt and a dress shirt tucked neatly for the both of them. The taller girl smiles from ear to ear. Khaslana looks like she’d much rather be wearing anything other than this.
A tug of quiet recognition fills Mydei’s heart. Back in school she, too, had been very unhappy with the standard male uniform. She’d begged Cifera to give Mydei her skirt in exchange for her pants, to which Cifera had happily nodded. The scolding they got had been nothing compared to the rush of euphoria Mydei was hit with, and Cifera’s catty grin.
They chat here and there and start going to the gym together. One day, Khaslana invites Mydei to grab coffee together an hour before the scheduled time. Mydei agrees much faster than she should. She exits the gym three hours later with Khaslana’s number and a hard-on so fierce she needs to tug her jacket in front of her while sitting on the bus home.
She gradually learns that for all of her cold and tough exterior, Khaslana is much more of an overgrown puppy, when their gym meetings slowly turn into planned outings for a quick drink or a meal. They check out the local library together, where Mydei finds out that Khaslana has quite the interest for poetry. Mydei shows her her favorite Kremnoan poets and does her best to translate their works.
Khaslana smiles for the first time, there. In the quiet of the library, all tucked away in the poetry isle, with no one else in sight. It feels intimate, so intimate, to be able to witness it that way. Mydei is in the middle of translating a Kremnoan verse. The poem seems to be about grief, finding joy in the small things life offers. Finding pleasure in the mundane, finding love in the flaws of life.
Mydei writes one for herself when she gets home. About shy, small smiles. Subconscious and unaware, askew and timid. Golden jewelry. Coffee and the trees dancing outside. The smell of books and leather-bound covers. The texture of paper and smile lines.
Eventually, they wander into date territory; they grab a drink at this local bar. The atmosphere is neither too loud nor too quiet, the colorful lights shining across the entire space. Mydei opts for a black tank top with a red miniskirt adorned with fishnets, a leather jacket and her favorite stilettos. She makes sure to secure her carabiner on her studded belt–she hopes Khaslana does the same–if she’s actually into women, that is. If the stares they’ve shared between each other is anything to go by, Mydei thinks she has a fair enough chance.
Khaslana comes to pick her up right on time. The woman’s car is a deep, royal blue. Sleek and elegant, like its owner. As soon as Mydei enters the car, the smell of ash and citrus hits her, and Mydei has to bite back a noise. She hadn’t noticed Khaslana smoking once.
The ride to the bar is quiet, albeit in a comfortable way. Soft music plays through the speakers as she leans her head on the window, watching the buildings and trees go by. Every so often, she’ll spare a glance at Khaslana’s hands holding onto the wheel–only to tear her eyes away with a squeeze of her thighs. She needed those slender fingers inside of her tonight. With her swirling thoughts, she barely registers the driver looking back at the edge of her skirt with no shame at all. When they both exit the car, Mydei notices with no small amount of lust coursing through her that, indeed, Khaslana had her very own carabiner resting on her belt. She wore a white, flowy button-up, tucked into dark dress pants.
The night blurs together with the thrum of party goers, fruity drinks, and the warmth of Khaslana’s hand catching into one of Mydei’s fishnet holes. Mydei nurses a pomegranate martini, while Khaslana drinks a negroni. They chat about this and that; workout routines, pets—Khaslana shows her a picture of a fluffy white Samoyed named Snowy, while Mydei shows her Kokopo III, her sweet Maine Coon—and their newfound shared friends. Castorice had gone to the same classes Khaslana did in college, while Mydei worked at the same library she did. Cipher was a childhood friend of Mydei’s, but she’d somehow wormed her way into both of their lives by Castorice.
Swiping through her gallery, her body angled towards Mydei, who coos at every picture—the thing’s full of pictures of Snowy and… Snowy. A few pictures of the barista at the cafe and an older woman with the same golden hair as her sprinkled in, too.
Khaslana lands on a snap of her and Castorice standing next to each other at what seems to be a pride parade. Castorice wears this beautiful, purple flowy sundress, while Khaslana is clad in a tank top and simple dark jeans. Castorice waves around a small lesbian flag, a radiant smile on her face, while Khaslana seems to be holding a small intersex one. Mydei perks up. “I didn’t know you and Cas were this close, hm, that’s really cool. Is that an intersex flag?” A red painted acrylic taps on Khaslana’s screen, the tink tink! quiet over the noise of the bar.
Khaslana nods, a certain uncertainty to her movement. Mydei hums, her eyes crinkling, before opening her phone and scrolling through her own gallery. “I don’t think it’s the same event, but I went there with a friend of mine a few years back.” She clicks on a photo, handing her phone to Khaslana. The picture shows Mydei—a little skinnier, more prominent eye bags. She’s wearing long-sleeved shirt and pants. She seems cautious, yet a smile ghosts on her warm features. She holds up a trans flag in the air timidly. She has no tattoos yet. (Khaslana thinks she looks weirdly naked without them.) Her friend; long haired, lean bodied brunette, has an arm around her shoulder. “I look pretty different, don’t I?” Mydei says. Her voice is unwavering, yet quieter than usual.
Khaslana thinks it’s an awfully intimate sight. Her heart does a flip, and another, before filling with understanding. How alike they are. Two puzzle pieces, originally askew but made right.
“You do, Mydei,” Khaslana retaliates, clicking the device off and giving her phone back to its owner, “I like you much better now, though. You look like yourself.” A finite smile, she gives Mydei’s thigh a reassuring squeeze.
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Their time together, wholly enjoyable, has blended into this small vignette of time; bitter and sweet drinks, a warm hand on a thigh. Simpering laugh and a lighthearted huff. A few hours later, Mydei finds herself accompanying Khaslana outside for a smoke break. Mydei tries not to sway on her feet too hard—just for a warm hand on the dip of her waist to steady her. The air outside is nice in the way summer nights tend to be.
She watches Khaslana lean her right side on the cold brick wall, taking a slow drag of her cigarette while watching Mydei intently with golden eyes. Mydei has to dig her nails into her own palm painfully with the effort it takes her not to fold right then and there.
With the buzz of alcohol throughout her body, Mydei doesn't think twice before saying;
“Gimme that.” She whispers, tilting her chin toward the cigarette in her hand. Khaslana tilts an eyebrow, glasses following the shine of her piercing catching the lamppost—
“Come and get it, gorgeous.” Khaslana smiles. Mydei has to close her eyes for a second not to moan out loud. She bites her lip, stumbles forward and takes the cigarette from Khaslana’s hand. She takes a long, deep drag, watching the way Khaslana straightens up her posture. They stare at each other with an intensity only a mix of alcohol and months of dancing around each other could bring. Mydei releases the smoke from her lungs in a curling cloud with a smile on her lips. She passes back the cigarette—now adorned with a shiny red ring around the butt of it—to Khaslana, only for her to discard it to the ground with a boot crunching against it. She stands up right in front of her now. Mydei cranes her neck the slightest bit upward to meet her eyes.
Frowning, Mydei opens her mouth to retort something, merely for a harsh tug at her leather jacket to make her fall forward right into Khaslana’s arms. “What–are you doing–” Mydei bites out, scrambling to find purchase onto the soft fabric of her shirt. She’s interrupted by the blistering heat of Khaslana’s lips onto hers. (Mydei thanks her fashion choice to opt for heels tonight, lest she feel a crick in her neck the next morning from standing on her tiptoes.)
The press of their lips together feels nothing short of heavenly. It’s everything she’s ever wanted. Mydei focuses entirely on Khaslana’s touch; fingers brushing against Mydei’s back, their lips against each other as they slowly familiarize with the taste of their mouths. Mydei’s sweet but acrid with pomegranate, Khaslana’s bitter with smoke and gin. She had expected her to be reckless and rough, but instead finds herself pleasantly proved wrong; Khaslana kisses her gently, though with no short amount of passion. Leisurely bringing her hands down to rest onto the other woman’s shoulders, Mydei moans into the kiss, manicured fingers settling into the curve of Khaslana’s neck. They lightly scratch at the skin there, wading through the fine strands at the base of her neck to the ends of her short golden hair.
It’s a little clumsy, the way all first kisses between two people are. Their noses bump together on occasion, her glasses get in the way. It drives a weak laugh out of Mydei’s mouth and a huff from Khaslana.
An almost imperceptible smile snakes onto Khaslana’s face. She grabs onto Mydei’s shoulders and hooks her fingers through the metal rings on the side of her leather jacket, pulling her closer. Their chests press together at the closeness—Khaslana shivers and brings a finely trembling hand up to Mydei’s face, a thumb sweeping across the red tattoo under her eye. Searching for breath, they break apart; Mydei sucks Khaslana’s bottom lip in her mouth with a smile as they part and look at each other.
Mydei’s bloody red lipstick looks good on Khaslana’s pale skin and lips. She bites down a noise at the thought of leaving her claim everywhere on her. She buries her face in the woman’s neck, leaving red imprints on the hollow of her throat and the side of her neck. She’s so hard. She feels a wet patch growing on her underwear.
Khaslana rests her hands in the dip of Mydei’s waist, fingers idly playing with the edges of her skirt. “I’ve been waiting for this, Mydei,” she murmurs, feeling Mydei’s hot breath coming out in irregular, shallow exhales. “Kept seeing you flaunting yourself to me for so long…” Khaslana laughs, tugging on the backs of Mydei’s hair softly. Mydei’s eyes have taken over this drunken, lustful sheen to them—Khaslana sweeps away the stray strands of hair to see her face better. She bends down to bite onto her bottom lip and the quivering moan Mydei lets out suddenly makes her wish they were anywhere else.
“But it–” A pause, accompanied by a sigh, “worked, didn’t it?” Mydei bites back, expression morphing into one of amusement.
Khaslana hums. “Yes, I suppose it did,” she responds. “Now, if it’s alright with you, I’d like to take you back to mine,” slowly peeling herself off of Mydei, she ghosts a hand over the dip of her waist, nudging her in question. It takes a second for Mydei’s lust-addled brain to register the full extent of her words. Once they do, however, she nods with a breathless, “yeah, okay. I’d like that. I’d like that a lot, Khaslana.”
The amount of restraint it takes Khaslana not to drop to her knees right here, right on this cold sidewalk, would put anyone else on Amphoreus to shame.
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The drive back to her place goes in a blur. Khaslana pushes herself inside after leading Mydei to her side and closing her door, just to find her climbing into her lap the very second the door had closed. Knocking a few things to the ground with a groan, Mydei maneuvers herself on Khaslana’s lap and kisses her fervently, pushing a surprised grunt out of the woman. Grinding her hips down with a concealed whine. Her glasses in the way, Mydei raises her hands to tug them up, perching them on her forehead.
Mydei sets a slow pace, the friction of fabric against her clothed cock pulling low noises out of her. Khaslana’s hands grab onto Mydei’s ass tightly before letting go and breaking the kiss. “I need to drive us home if you want anything more than this, princess.” Advised Khaslana, pressing a peck on the woman’s cheek. The bump of Mydei’s cock against Khaslana’s own casual rolls of her hips makes the two of them sigh into each other.
A soft—mildly frustrated–huff escapes Mydei’s mouth. She weighs her options, and ultimately decides that she could be having much more fun than this. Nonetheless, she nods and sits down on the seat next to her. Reaching down and removing her heels, Mydei melts into the passenger seat; her eyes slipping shut. She licks at her own kiss-bitten lips as the engine starts to move along the Okheman streets. The night life is beautiful; there is not a soul outside safe for the occasional walker or the group stumbling out of a bar, not unlike the two of them.
Sneaking glances at the woman every now and then, (she finds Khaslana looking right back at her a few times, making her snicker) Mydei lets herself bask in the remaining euphoria of her few drinks and the heated kisses they shared. It is everything she could’ve asked for. She watches a stranger walking a dog trudge along the sidewalk.
Observing Khaslana, Mydei feels acutely aware of the way the woman’s hand grips the steering wheel. Squirming in her seat, she lets out a heated sigh, her underwear uncomfortable. She can’t wait to finally, finally get her hands on her. It feels as though they have been circling around each other for months without end. To finally see her feelings be reciprocated makes something warm bloom in her chest. Khaslana looks back, impatience and lust swirling into a heady cocktail in her half-lidded golden eyes. If the way she holds onto the wheel and is obviously going past the speed limit tells her anything, she feels as impatient as Mydei does.
The moment they stumble inside of Khaslana’s apartment, Mydei pushes herself onto Khaslana and kisses her fervently against the closing door.
Caught off-guard, Khaslana laughs; splaying one hand over Mydei’s hip, the other settling on her shoulder.
Mydei’s entire body feels fuzzy with want. Her arms snake around the broad of Khaslana’s shoulders, the lingering taste of sweet and bitter alcohol mingling together as they kiss. She grunts into her mouth as Mydei’s nails rake against the soft fabric of her blouse; she returns the noise with a moan. She toes off her stilettos with a little maneuvering and kicks them away.
Grinding down onto the other, Mydei’s crotch slides against Khaslana’s thigh slotted between her own. A whimper is wrenched out of the corners of her mouth. Mydei itches with arousal, sickly sweet. She wobbles with it, legs weak with the lust running through her and the remnants of alcohol. Khaslana digs her fingers deeper into her hip, the hand posed on Mydei’s shoulder curving down her side at an agonizingly slow pace.
With the precum gathering in between her legs, wetting her underwear and staining Khaslana’s dress pants—the stark wet patch distinctly shouldn't feel as hot as it does. Mydei feels as though she has finally branded herself on Khaslana, has felt a lingering mark much the same way the lingering red on her lips and neck did. Breaking from the kiss, mouth agape, Mydei looks down and sees the shiny, wet result of both of their arousal, mingled together. A loud moan reverberates in the quiet apartment as the thought registers in Mydei’s head.
Feeling the poke of something against her thigh, Khaslana looks down—the result of Mydei’s lust apparent by the bulge on her skirt. Following her eyes, Mydei cringes internally. A pang of anxiety bubbles to the top of her mind, quickly taking over any amount of arousal she’d previously felt.
Would Khaslana be okay with it? Would she expect her to be on top? Titans, Mydei hopes she doesn’t. What would she even do, if that were to happen? What if—
“Is that okay, Khaslana?” Mydei mutters out, her voice betraying her state of mind. “I haven’t gotten the, uhm, other surgery yet.” When Khaslana looks back up to peer at her, she sees the way her golden eyes have glazed over, or the way Mydei’s fingers are bound to leave red imprints with the strength she grips onto her. She has this uncertain, concerned look to her face. Khaslana wishes to do nothing but kiss her silly to abate her worries, and so she does.
A quick peck to her cheek, another to the corners of her mouth, one more to her jaw. “Of course it is.” Khaslana murmured, “why wouldn't it be? It makes no difference to me, Mydei.” She smiles, bringing a hand up to Khaslana’s kiss-stained cheek. “And, anyway,” Khaslana’s expression morphs into a grin—Mydei raises an eyebrow, unsure. “I can still fuck you, no? I have a few things that should do the trick.”
Mydei’s eyes widen, and a needy noise is forcibly pulled out of her mouth at the thought of what she’d been fantasizing about for so long. It feels amazing, to be wanted and to be loved. “Yeah–yeah. Of course.” She says, a dopey smile forming on her face. Mydei leaves a quick, wet kiss on her cheek. She makes sure the smack!-ing noise resounds over the room, and that the obnoxious blood-red kiss mark she hopes will last sits proudly.
Knowing that her worries were born out of nothing but anxiety, Mydei regains her confidence. An excited thrill goes through her, slow and languid. Dragging her lips through her cheek, down to Khaslana’s neck, sucking a light mark there, Mydei smiles.
“Are you going to fuck me with your strap, Khaslana? And come inside me? Or I could get on my knees and eat you out. I’d let you–”
A choked gasp—quickly swallowed—resounds over Mydei’s head, before a strong hand fists itself in Mydei’s hair and pulls slowly upward. Mydei shivers, opening her mouth with a teasing retort sitting beside her teeth, only for Khaslana to shove two of her thick fingers inside of Mydei’s mouth. Her lips stretch around the pair of digits, lipstick smearing obscenely—some of it on Khaslana’s fingers. She presses down on her tongue, making sure not to go too deeply, or to make her gag. A slight choking noise breaks Mydei’s rambling in pieces. Taken aback, she has half a mind to bite down, instead feeling more fingers grab onto her jaw and tilting her head up. Mydei has no choice but to look up at Khaslana’s face. What she finds makes a desperate whine spill out of her obstructed mouth. She presses her thighs together, hoping for any sort of friction.
She looks—angry, but there is this dense sheen of exhilaration clinging onto her molten yellow eyes. “I didn’t take you for the type with such a filthy mouth, Mydei.” She purrs, voice raspy with neglect. “But I guess I can’t be too surprised, can I? I noticed how you looked at me back at the bar.” Pushing her fingers down further, Khaslana reaches under Mydei’s skirt to ghost her fingers over her hard-on. Her underwear has been drenched over with precum for a long while now; the slightest touch makes Mydei’s soft sighs of pleasure tumble out of her stuffed mouth.
Taking ahold of her panties with a growing smile, Khaslana lets the fabric yank back with a barely audible snap! before retreating her hands from both her skirt and mouth. Nodding toward the open door of her bedroom, she gently nudges Mydei towards it with a push on her shoulder.
They tumble inside the bedroom together in a messy tangle of limbs. Mydei corners her to the wall more than once, stealing hungry kisses and whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears—before getting pushed to the bed until her knees hit the corners of it. Hurriedly removing her jacket and throwing it to the ground, hands reaching up for the helm of her tank top and tugging it past her head. Khaslana watches, enraptured. She bites her lip and moves to remove her own blouse, and—holy shit. Mydei cannot help the whine that escapes her; it seems Khaslana’s own answering noise as she takes sight of Mydei’s pretty, lacy bra, leaves her in the same predicament. Her abs are prominent, and the dip of her v-line is downright sinful. Light, pale hair ghosts over her upper-half–maybe she has hormone therapy? That makes sense. Mydei thinks of Khaslana applying them on herself, heart filling with admiration. Thinks about how she’d like to help her, if Khaslana would let her.
Cornering Mydei on the edge of the mattress, creeping closer, voice a raspy purr; “did you wear that for me, Mydei? Were you looking forward to this?” She asks, crowding Mydei’s space and holding her now-bare waist. Slinging up, she holds onto one of the thin straps of her bra, letting it snap! back before reaching behind and unclasping it.
Mydei grins, pushing herself onto the tips of her toes and bringing their chests together. Mydei’s bare, Khaslana’s covered by a sleek sports bra. “You’re all bark and no bite if you haven’t fucked me yet, Khaslana,” she coos. “Aren’t you going to do something about it?” Khaslana’s eyes sharpen at the words. Jackpot.
Pushing her down on the soft mattress—the sheets are haphazardly thrown about, the bed unmade. It smells like smoke and bergamot. The smell goes straight to Mydei’s head. Khaslana hovers over Mydei and makes quick work of her skirt. Leaving her in fishnets and underwear, Mydei looks down at Khaslana’s pants and tugs on her belt hoop with a pointed look up. Stepping back, she removes her own clothes, now left in nothing but a bra and a pair of black panties. They do a very poor job of hiding her arousal, and—
“Fuck.” Mydei whines, grasping onto Khaslana’s arm and tugging her forward into a searing kiss. Bucking her hips forward, Khaslana’s clothed pussy bumps against Mydei’s straining cock. Holding onto Khaslana’s hair, wrapping her legs around the woman’s waist, she starts a feverish rock of her hips. Forcing her tongue inside of Mydei’s mouth, drinking up all her moans and sighs, Khaslana responds with grinds and thrusts just as if she were fucking her. They slot together perfectly. It takes them a few clumsy, mismatched moves to get into a connected grind, taking and giving in equal measures. Mydei grabs onto her cheeks as she kisses her, holding her in place and sucking on her tongue. She leaves a smudged, trailing lipstick mark on the corner of her mouth.
Khaslana isn’t very loud. Hushed, contented sighs here and there; she must not be the vocal type. However, Mydei finds that Khaslana’s hands do plenty of talking; they wander up and down her sides, up and down her stomach, hands ghosting onto the etched red patterns on her body. Into the dips and valleys of her abs, tracing her costal margin. A kiss to her clavicle, another to her rib. Her finger traces the seam of Mydei’s underwear, along the fabric and lace of her bra. It’s a pretty, dainty thing, surely expensive, hugging her figure perfectly.
Feeling the smooth texture of the piece of underwear, Khaslana’s fingers dance over the dark floral patterns. Snaking under Mydei’s form, she lifts up the small of her back, positioning Mydei into an arch. Fiddling with the clasp of her bra with a concentrated frown, Khaslana eventually removes it, taking her time to lift off one side at a time. How mindful. The gentleness of her motions contrasts deeply with the roughness of her hands; like Khaslana is actively trying to be as tender as she can be.
Now fully bare on her upper-half, Khaslana lets herself take a proper, good look at Mydei, her molten eyes raking over her naked breasts. She traces over the crimson lines that travel up and down, swirling and cutting her skin. “You’re so pretty, Mydei. When’d you get these done?” She asks, digging her thumb into the flame-shaped mark on the center of her sternum. Dipping lower, and lower, she takes a last look up at Mydei before latching her mouth onto the heart of the flame.
Mydei’s hands fly to fist into the dark bedsheets, clutching at the fabric to ground herself. Khaslana sucks light, small marks around her tattoos, the blooming reds and pinks accentuating the ink. “Uh, I got them when I turned nineteen. Kremnoan tra–ah–dition.”
Khaslana gives an answering hum, muffled by her mouth sealed around the plush skin of her breast. She trudges lower, her hand mirroring her mouth’s motions, fondling and groping. Finally, she latches onto Mydei’s perked nipple, giving it a small lick to test the sensitivity. A shaky breath, mouth agape, falls out of Mydei’s mouth. Smiling into her golden skin, Khaslana kisses her nipple, licking gingerly at the bud before giving the same treatment to the other.
One hand supporting her weight on the mattress, she swipes Mydei’s messy, unruly bangs from her face as they part ways. Both flushed and panting, Mydei reaches down in between the two of them to splay a hand on Khaslana’s arousal through her underwear. The bump of her swollen clit throbs in her hold, hot and aching. A noise achingly similar to a whimper escapes the woman, and that alone makes Mydei echo one of her own. Slotting her index and middle fingers in between her cock, she moves her digits up and down on the fabric leisurely. Khaslana doubles over on herself, the hand holding her weight up tremoring as she bites her lip raw.
Entranced, Mydei lifts her hand to fist into her messy yellow strands, the other keeping the slow pace onto her sex. With the very last dregs of alcohol still in her system, enough to make the world soften around the edges, Mydei leaves an unhurried, wet peck in the center of Khaslana’s sternum in turn.
“You’re so gorgeous,” Mydei whispers, her eyes filled with nothing but adoration and lust. Khaslana's usual dull anger fades away. Smiling. “Can I–can I fuck you?” She simpers, coy, the sentence charmingly out of place for someone so intimidating. Urgently nodding, Mydei lifts her hips for Khaslana to remove her panties.
Leaving a trail of kisses on the flat of her stomach, navel and hips, ultimately removing her panties, Khaslana positions her face above Mydei’s crotch. Realization setting in, Mydei sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and tangles her hands into Khaslana’s short golden hair.
“Is that alright, Mydei?” She asks, her large hands grasping onto the meat of her hips. Her breath fans over her naked length.
The cadence of Khaslana’s voice makes Mydei throb. She gives her an affirmative shake of her head, to which the girl answers with a handsome half-smile. Her eyes crinkle and glow in the low light of the bedroom.
Holding Mydei’s thighs open with a strong grip onto her ankles, Khaslana peppers kisses onto her inner thighs, slowly inching to where she needs it most. Finally, she kisses the top of her head, and the whimper she gets in retaliation makes her dizzy. Mydei sounds downright depraved. Quiet grunts and small, restrained whines. Open-mouthed moans, warm as honey. The hot puffs of air onto her length makes Mydei squirm in the bedsheets, her hold tightening on Khaslana’s messy hair.
Flattening her tongue out on her dick, she gives a few small kitten licks as to not overwhelm her (yet.) A grunt escapes her at the taste of Mydei’s arousal. Equal parts salty and sweet, bitter. Licking at Mydei’s cock, she lets one of her ankles rest on Khaslana’s shoulder in favor of bringing a finger to her rim. Flitting her eyes to Mydei’s in a quiet question only to find her looking right back, chest rising up and down in heavy pants. She nods, understanding her intentions, and lets her head fall back onto the pillow.
Bringing herself up and padding the short distance to her closet—not without giving Mydei a departing kiss to her flushed cock, teasing—Khaslana rummages through the drawers and boxes for what she needs. Lube, her harness, and one of her smaller dildos to fit through the o-ring. Considering she isn’t too sure of Mydei’s preferences yet; she hopes to be able to learn them, and to exploit them so, she makes sure to start out milder and more comfortable.
Searching for the correct strap, she hears a faint, slick noise, only to look up and behind her and see Mydei tugging on her weeping cock lightly, as if to make sure she doesn’t come yet but still alleviates her need. Her eyes are closed shut, and she worries her lips smeared with her own lipstick. Khaslana has to bite onto her knuckle not to jump right at her.
(It’s exhilarating and cathartic at once. She finally has what she’s longed for, and it is with someone who can know and understand her struggles. To finally be wanted as she is; not as she could be. Mydei has not–will not try to mold her to be something she isn’t, just as Khaslana hasn’t, and won’t. Her heart fills with a mix of quiet admiration, lust and relief. The unspoken, blossoming intimacy fills her heart with unbridled want. This, too, is as lustful a realization as anything else.)
Finding everything she needs to ensure both of their pleasure, Khaslana hastily rids herself of her underwear and slips on the harness. The quiet clinking of her harness swiping Mydei out of her reverie, hand slipping free.
Lowering herself back on top of Mydei, Khaslana lays another kiss to her cheek.
A murmur; “Good, Mydei?” as she snakes down to face her cock again, “how many rounds can you go for?”
Mydei nods, hands reaching up once again to fist into Khaslana’s unruly hair. She pets over the strands affectionately. “Haa–like, two? Maybe three? It depends.” Taking her glasses in her hands, she folds them gently, placing them to the nightstand right next to her.
An eyebrow raise. Khaslana’s lips melting into a playful smile. “So demanding, Mydei. Who knew you’d be this needy?” She rasps, a finger moving down her length in a teasing drag, past her scrotum, skirting her perineum, to her entrance. Pulling back momentarily—the hushed sound of a lube bottle opening and closing making Mydei’s head spin. Slowly she circles her finger, applying more pressure with each swipe. The cold of lube shocks her right back to the moment, tilting her head to get a better view on the girl in between her legs.
Khaslana lays her mouth on Mydei’s cock for a distraction, licking around the head teasingly, when she slowly inserts her finger inside of her hot, tight heat. Titans above, she can’t wait to be inside her. Khaslana slowly pumps her first knuckle in and out a few times. Making sure there isn’t any discomfort for her, she crooks her middle finger and begins a pace of lazy come hither motions.
Sealing her lips onto her length, tongue flat on the underside, Khaslana begins a gentle suckling. A delirious sigh falls out of Mydei’s mouth. Holding a hand back, she holds onto the headboard above, another guiding Khaslana’s head deeper onto her cock. The pain isn’t too bad, a stretch she isn’t unfamiliar with from the many, many nights spent alone in her bed. Mydei feels lightheaded.
Quickening her fingering motions in time with her sucking, Khaslana slowly brings her index to join in the first when she deems her comfortable enough. Choked gasps escape Mydei, tapering off into warbled moans when she sucks or crooks her finger just right. Putting pressure on her rim with the second finger, Khaslana keeps the rising pace of her middle one, motions searching for that spot inside of her. Breathing through her nose heavily, she angles her head down slightly—the pull of Mydei’s hand and her nails digging into her scalp makes her eyes roll to the back of her head—to take her down to the base. Her nose nestles into the tufts of dirty blonde hair, the smell distinctly Mydei; a hint of sweat and honeyed pomegranate body wash.
Back arching, head falling forward, Mydei gasps for air, a shaky whimper ripped out of her. Pulling a little too hard on her light golden hair, Khaslana groans around her mouth, sending ripples through Mydei’s entire body.
“Mff–Khas…” Mydei murmurs, her eyes fixed onto Khaslana’s closed ones, focused. She can’t seem to be able to keep her eyes away from her for too long, dedicated to burning this moment into her eyes forever. “Hurry!”
Laving her tongue over the ridged underside, she cracks an eye open to look back into those amber eyes, her own filled with glee. Doubling her efforts, she begins to bob her head up and down Mydei’s twitching cock, the pace of her fingers quickening in and out. “Oh, titans, Khaslana…” Her hand tangling into golden hair tightens its hold, though she neither pulls nor forces down, simply holding. “I won’t last,” another sighed whine–turned into a whimper. The crook of her finger right at her prostate.
Pulling herself off with a hollow of her cheeks—the pop! her mouth makes once she detaches herself forces an embarrassed noise out of Mydei. Khaslana nuzzles into her pubic bone, mouthing at the skin, salty and warm, tasting remainders of soap accompanied with smoky red fruit perfume. Her fingers have slowed down to a slow drag in and out. “Hm, well, we don’t want that, do we? I’d rather you come on my strap.” Khaslana looks up, slowly inching her digits out of her stretched hole. The squelching noise is sinful, forces Mydei to take a deep breath to compose herself. She nods urgently, motions for Khaslana to get on with it with a sweep of her hand. It gets a laugh out of Khaslana, licking her lips and kneeling on her haunches, in between Mydei's spread legs. Such a pillow princess… How endearing.
Already wearing her harness—its a sleek, pretty thing, made of sturdy dark leather, adjusting the straps around her hips and to the backs of her upper thighs. She slots the previously discarded toy into its dedicated metal ring; the gold colored dildo fitting nicely. Squinting, Khaslana passes her hands in between the sheets, searching for the lube she'd left a moment ago. It takes a stifled huff to snap Mydei out of her reverie, pushing herself up on her elbows to glance up at Khaslana searching for the lost bottle. "Is your vision really so bad?" Mydei wonders out loud with a gentle, diminutive smile. Looking around herself, she spots the thing at last, its inky color blending in with the bedding. She offers it to Khaslana; "Here."
Khaslana finds no amount of disgust, jeering or embarrassment in her expression. It all remains this steady calm she poises herself with, mixed with thick, heady lust still clouding her. Mydei's breathing comes ragged still; little intakes of breath paired with shaky exhales. She takes the bottle. "Thank you," a sigh, "it's gotten worse over the years, but I manage." Khaslana mutters.
Long, red nails trace over Khaslana's arm appreciatively. She feels the skin there, the firm muscle beneath it, the small hairs sprinkled. Up, up, up to her bicep, above still to her shoulder, digging her nails in lightly. Mydei watches, completely enthralled, as the skin whitens momentarily before reddening against Khaslana's pale skin; the contrast making Mydei's doing painfully noticeable on her skin. She bruises and marks easily. It is a pleasantly drowning thought. "Ah, right," she says, unable to take her eyes off the blooming red lines. Khaslana finds it impossible to not look back at Mydei's face, wholly focused, breath coming short.
A laugh, as their eyes meet again, "at least you look hot in glasses."
Khaslana answers with a snort. "Do I?" She muses, busying herself with opening the bottle with a quiet click! and lathering the toy to make it as comfortable for her as possible, "I'm glad you think so." Facing her again, she rises on her knees, taking hold of Mydei's thighs and bringing her closer with a tug. "But, hm, I always wanted to see something…" She trails off, reaching for her discarded glasses. Mydei's face morphs into confusion, a slight frown snaking in on her beautiful face.
Opening her mouth to ask what she was possibly thinking of doing, Khaslana angles the glasses toward Mydei and gingerly slips them atop her nose. The sight of them adorning her face makes Khaslana's breath hitch, worrying her bottom lip as she trails her hand down the side of her cheek. Traveling down, down, down her sternum—middle finger skimming the flame patterns and settling on her hip. Bending down and hovering over Mydei; Khaslana lines herself up with her waiting hole.
Mydei is stunned into silence. She peers up at Khaslana with her mouth agape, vision warped by the frankly ridiculous strength of the lenses. She feels the nudge of the dildo against her puckered rim, giving more force at each press, the hand on her hip holding securely. Her entire body feels like it is intensely focused on each point of contact, Mydei's swirling sight making her dizzy. Her head feels as though running late after her thoughts. Heady, warm. Khaslana bends further down, eyelashes colliding against the thick frames. Holding onto her jaw, touch leaving her hip, she slots her lips with Mydei's own.
The quiet power spreading all throughout Khaslana makes Mydei giddy. It is as though she has this leash held tight onto herself, almost choking, and that she is looking for the right person to hand it over to. Her eyes are held tight shut. With another thrust forward, Mydei feels the initial stretch breaching her open—just as Khaslana holds onto the mattress with a hand and fondles her chest with the other, licking at Mydei's tongue earnestly. A loud moan is ripped straight out of her mouth, directly into Khaslana's waiting one. It stings, but the lips on hers are a wonderful distraction to it all. Panting, Mydei struggles to keep up with the fervent kissing, head thrown back at the toy slowly nudging deeper inside her. Khaslana follows after her dutifully. She drinks up every sound Mydei makes, returning them with quiet sighs and needy breaths of her own.
"You sound so good, Mydei," she purrs, licking the corners of her mouth and going over the rows of teeth. Her pace is sluggish, self-indulgent thrusts barely an inch inside of her. It helps both keep Mydei comfortable and wanting more. "Won't you make more noises for me?" Khaslana whispers in her mouth, dragging her lips atop hers. Squeezing her eyes closed, Mydei grits her teeth at the slowly increasing pace, "don't… don't get too ahead of yourself."
Grasping onto Khaslana's forearm, Mydei raises her hips slightly, better tilting them to allow the toy to slide in deeper. Flicking the glasses upward, letting them rest on her forehead—the thought of Khaslana putting her physical claim on Mydei makes her body flush with want, keeping them there. She feels frazzled, thoughts both scattering every which way and non-existent. Her grip on Khaslana's forearm is bruising, leaving indents in the shape of her red nails.
She laughs. Khaslana laughs right against her, open-mouthed. Mydei has to keep her back firmly planted into the mattress not to arch into the noise, wanton.
"Trust me, Mydei. I won't." Another inch sinking into her, "I think you're right there with me already, needy girl." She rasps, fucking her tongue in and out of Mydei's mouth, mimicking her thrusts inside of her. Mydei struggles to keep up as she seals her lips around the muscle and sucks, in retaliation. Her lipstick has long since smudged off along with the rest of her makeup, barely put together.
Titans, Khaslana thinks. She isn't able to drown out the low whine that escapes her, panting into Mydei's sucking motions. So depraved and I haven't done anything yet. Although, she isn't faring much better. Separating from the kiss to glance down at Mydei's hole sucking the toy inside of her, Khaslana's hand fists into the sheets. Strengthening her hold on her hip, leaving a kiss to her blushing cheek, she returns to hovering on top of Mydei, kneeling in between her spread legs. Taking in the whole of Mydei's toned body—the swirling fiery patterns on her body and face, the sculpt of her abs, her collarbones. Her meaty hips and thighs. Her perked brown nipples, her golden skin. Pink lips, pretty aquiline nose—she licks her lips and pushes her hips forward, the base of her harness finally meeting her ass, fully sheathed inside.
"You are… breathtaking, Mydei." Shudders Khaslana, both hands holding onto her thighs. She watches with attention at the way Mydei's eyes widen at the compliment, the way she moans at the fullness. The glasses sat on her forehead are askew. Her legs shake and shake.
(Euphoric, is what she feels. Overwhelming liberation. No longer this shy, quivering boy, hiding beneath oversized clothing and scowls. As though this splinter, hindering her every movement, was removed. Finally living free, no longer seeing something distorted and warped, but rather herself.)
Unable to answer, Mydei whimpers as she feels the dildo inside of her pull back tentatively. Khaslana rocks forward gently, making sure not to jostle her too badly. Whispering sweet nothings—Mydei, Mydei you're so good, what a good girl, taking me so well, Mydei you were made for me—the pace builds to this steady snap of her hips. Mydei answers each and every one of them with a noise of her own; whimpers, desperate moans.
Chasing a better angle, Mydei hikes her legs around Khaslana's hips, locking her ankles together and effectively trapping the other woman in between her legs. The newfound angle has Khaslana's harness digging into the backs of her thighs; hitting that spot deep, deep inside of Mydei with each thrust, one hand slamming down to fist into the bedsheets with a dull thud, linens crinkling. "Fuck, Khas-!" She stutters on an exhale, kiss-swollen lips trembling. Khaslana bends down to get a proper look at her, mouth agape. Her mane of hair spills every which way, the light blonde and crimson contrasting the dark blue of the sheets beautifully. How lucky she is to be witnessing this. Khaslana does not know what she has done to deserve this. Deserve her.
Mydei's neglected dick is flushed a dark red, impossibly hard. It gives a valiant twitch when the other woman angles the toy inside of her upwards, hitting against her prostate. Toes curling, hands grasping at Khaslana's broad shoulders, Mydei gives a loud, warbled whimper.
Gasping, Mydei glances down to where Khaslana's hips slam against her own. The glasses on her forehead slide back down onto her face clumsily. It rips a delirious giggle out of Mydei, half-moaned and half-sighed. Smiling, Khaslana fixes her bangs with a sweep of her hand, adjusts the glasses on her face. "Harder," Mydei breathes out, toying with her own nipple with a keen. Rolling and pinching the bud in between her fingers. Arching an eyebrow, Khaslana gives a harsh snap forward—though she makes sure to miss the spot Mydei needs most to the best of her ability.
Throwing Khaslana a mildly effective glare, she gives a languid roll of her own, biting onto a knuckle to keep herself quiet. Khaslana frowns. Stops any motion completely. Keeping up, Mydei carries on her staring; until she feels the drag of the toy sliding out. Mydei removes her hand and groans, bucking her hips forward. Pouting, Mydei opens her mouth to retort, only to be met with Khaslana taking hold on her hand and pinning it to the mattress. Testing the give of the hand holding her wrist, Mydei realizes she has little to no room to wiggle out. A moan escapes her.
"You should know better than to make such demands, Mydei." Khaslana shakes her head, sliding her arms under Mydei and tugging her upright. Changing positions, she turns around and sits down where Mydei previously was. The toy fully sliding out of her—the filthy squelch of lube makes Khaslana's breath hitch, caught in her throat, and Mydei cringe—she finds herself sitting on top of the woman's broad hips, her nails digging into her abs. "If you want it harder, princess, you'll have to work for it."
(The nickname makes her stop right in her tracks, mind completely emptying out. Oh, titans strike her down now. Princess. Cherishing, possessive at once. Khaslana had said with such an affective tone. Mydei feels impossibly fond, cared for.)
Realizing what exactly this means, thoughts muddled together, she isn't able to muffle down the whine leaving her. Raising her lower-half, Mydei reaches behind to take ahold of the dildo sitting atop the black harness, guiding it toward her hole and sinking down in a fluid movement. Eyelids drooping, she lets out a wanton moan, turning to face forward and catching glimpse of Khaslana looking at her with nothing short of awe in her eyes. She's propped up on the headboard, eye-level with Mydei's cleavage, though she stares right into her golden eyes, chin up. Her hands are clamped down on her hips, digits creating divots into the supple flesh. "Fuck, please." she tries, and the only answer she receives is a lighthearted chuckle, and a teasing roll of her hips right into Mydei's. "Come on, needy girl. If you want it so bad, why aren't you moving already?" Taunts Khaslana.
Eventually, Mydei groans, and gives up convincing her, though not without another glare. Falling forward, she holds onto Khaslana's breast with a hand—the flesh bulges beneath her fingers wonderfully—the other supporting her weight on the sides of her abs. Looking at Khaslana's face; warm glee bleeding into her expression, Mydei lifts herself up, feeling the way the dildo's ridges and bumps feel against her. Mydei circles her hips around the head and bites her lip. A content sigh escapes her.
"Go on, pretty girl." Khaslana nudges her, holding the crevices of her waist gently. True to her word, she makes no move to help her along. Mydei shudders, gives another tilt of her hips down. Her head hangs low, hair falling into her face. Khaslana's breath hitches. How beautiful, how devastating.
Mydei settles into a shallow pace eventually. Her eyes are screwed shut, bouncing up and down, the leather of the harness digging into her ass. The obscene wet sound of the lube makes Mydei attempt to muffle her face into Khaslana's neck, a whine leaving her split-slick mouth. Passing a hand through Mydei's long hair, stroking through the crown of her head down to the red, fiery strands, Khaslana coos encouraging words into her ear; earning her a poorly-concealed squeal here or a moan there.
It's not enough. She isn't able to hit her spot how Khaslana did, to fuck herself onto the strap how she fucked her. Increasingly frustrated, Mydei's pace slows down, a huff escaping her. She is not going to resort to begging. Thighs aching, she slumps fully against Khaslana's body—
The smudge of tits directly against her face makes Khaslana's brain stop for a long, long moment. Mydei's body fallen into hers fully, discontent huffs and sighs leaving her; Khaslana knows she must be too proud to beg, or ask. Yet. The plush flesh of Mydei's cleavage muffles the surprised grunt she lets out at the gesture, breath cut off as she takes a mouthful. Rolling a pert nipple around her tongue, Khaslana hums into the skin, encouraging Mydei to keep moving. Her thrusts have become sloppy, barely a move up and down, up and down, taking in half of the dildo inside her stretched hole.
Mydei grabs onto short, tousled golden hair, high-pitched whines punched out of her at every unsatisfactory thrust she makes. The position has her dick squeezed in between both of their abs; the pressure and friction making her legs shake and mind muddied. Still, the pull of more laces through the tug she gives at Khaslana's hair. She isn't able to hit the spots she needs quite like she does—desperate, Mydei tugs again, earning another harsh suckle on her nipple.
Chewing on her lip, she lifts herself up, the pop! of Khaslana's mouth coming off of her skin making her blush. Her efforts have her makeup smudged, mascara bleeding around her eyes and remnants of ruined lipstick leaving trails everywhere. "Please, Khas…" Mydei mumbles, propping herself up with both hands on the other woman's chest. "I need it." She adds, throwing a look downward into Khaslana's dazed ones. Her hands have come to fondle with Mydei's tits, looking back in her eyes with a smile. "Hm, I don't know, sweet girl. Do you?" Khaslana rasps, giving a tentative snap of her hips. Mydei crumbles, a mix of whining pleas and groans wrenched out of her, open-mouthed. That move alone had managed to shut down every other thought, quickly lost. "I do." she whispers, "I do." begging. Her warped vision adds another heady sensation to the already overflowing cocktail; lightheaded and warm. It's so much and not enough at once.
Khaslana groans, gives another thrust upward, sending Mydei reeling and her eyes backward. Her cock is impossibly hard, leaking pearly beads at the tip, smearing all over their abdomens. "Hold onto the headboard." Her tone is final—Mydei comes to a complete halt, before she whimpers and nods furiously. Holy shit. Quickly grabbing the wooden headboard with both hands, Mydei lifts her hips and looks back down, glancing down at Khaslana adjusting herself. She senses two pairs of strong hands grip onto the narrow in her hips.
About to retort, Mydei opens her mouth, only to be cut off by the harsh thrust of the entire dildo sheathing inside of her in one go. Mydei's entire body shakes with it, a small, strangled sound escaping her lips, knuckles turning white as she holds onto the headboard.
Khaslana sets a brutal, brutal pace. It's everything Mydei's ever wanted, and so much more. Every thought in her brain comes to a screeching halt, her cock bobbing, drooling all over her lower half and Khaslana's chest with precum. This angle allows Khaslana to tilt her hips just right, ramming into Mydei's sweet spot repeatedly.
Face falling forward, her hair falling like a curtain, Mydei can only moan. "That's it," Khaslana purrs from below, her eyes fixed on the toy inside of her and the loud, sinful noises filling the room. The thump of the headboard against the wall. "Take it. Like you asked me to, right?" Mydei squeezes her eyes shut, a wanton moan her only answer. She feels as though floating, legs shaking.
The entire room smells of sex and sweat, along with the subtle hints of their mingling perfumes. It feels good, so good. She's close already. The touch of Khaslana's hand roaming on the expanse of her ass makes her bite her lip, muffling a keen. She arches into the touch, reeling back when a light spank spreads through her body. "Fuck…! A-again." She begs; rewarded with another, harder hit. Her eyes roll to the back of her head. She can hear Khaslana's quiet grunts, the hand on her ass and her hip holding so fiercely she knows white-red hand prints must've bloomed on her skin already. The fleeting thought sends her reeling. Mydei only has time to voice out a surprised half-squeal half-whine before her entire body stiffens with her orgasm.
Her vision whites out, mouth clamped shut before a long string of curses leaves her, mixed with a few whimpered Khaslana, Khas, fuck, I'm coming!—there's a few stray Kremnoan curses here or there, which makes the other woman moan aloud. (Something about Mydei resorting to her native tongue, every other thought discarded, makes her dizzy.) Khaslana can feel the way her thighs squeezes around her, or the way her arms locked tight and hands shake on the headboard. Come splatters on Khaslana's abs, her chest, Mydei's abdomen.
Thrusts coming to a halt, she gives a few grinding circles of her hips to let her ride out the aftershocks, her body trembling still.
A minute passes. Khaslana barely has time to ask her if she's alright, before Mydei beats her to it and whimpers; "More, please…" The dildo slips out of her abused hole, and Mydei sits back to look at Khaslana. Her lip wobbles still.
And what a sight she is—her hair has become fully undone, as wild a lion's mane. Her makeup fully runs down her cheeks now, going over the red flame tattooed on her pretty face. Her lips swollen from her biting. Her eyes sparkle with lust and unshed tears.
Khaslana sits up, level with Mydei's flushed face. Still panting, she wraps her hands around her neck, crashing her lips onto Khaslana's with a grunt. "More," Mydei repeats into her mouth, licking at the corner of her lips. Nipping at her swollen lips, she hums, considers. "You are so needy, Mydei. Turn around."
"Titans, yeah, okay." Scrambling to swing a leg over, Mydei switches positions, her back facing Khaslana's. Looking back, throwing her a look, she sees Khaslana bite her lip—take a deep sigh—and rake a hand down the tattooed muscles. Goosebumps prickling along her skin, Mydei shudders at the touch, arching into it. So easy.
Slipping from underneath her, Khaslana kneels behind Mydei, and begins pushing down on the curve of Mydei's spine. A confused noise escapes Mydei before understanding makes her grow stiff, before going lax and letting herself fall down on the mattress, ass up. She bites her lip, looks back at Khaslana nudging the tip of the dildo around her rim. "I can't get enough of you," she mutters, her eyes fixed on her hole swallowing the toy inside of her. Grasping Mydei's bent hips, her thumbs trace circles around the skin. Mydei claws at the sheets.
Titans above, she tries so, so hard not to make an embarrassing noise, but the way Khaslana looks transfixed on watching the length of the dildo slide in and out of her makes her squirm. Her tits are pressed against the bed, her face to the side, panting.
(No one before has looked at her with such intensity, has taken care of her this way. Every past partner had just been exactly that—a partner; nothing more. Every person before Khaslana had looked at Mydei with nothing but lust in their eyes. Disgust. Sometimes both. Khaslana looks at her as if she is worth the worrying, worth the pampering. Worth her time, her care.
Mydei wonders if perhaps she had known her in a past life. That somehow seems like the most plausible outcome.)
Pushing inside again, her hips flush with Mydei's; the leather gummy with their combined sweat. Khaslana reels back in slowly, before taking the toy out. Mydei purses her lips, coming up with a complaint—before being interrupted by the wet slap! of the toy striking down on her ass, one time for each cheek.
Mydei's entire face feels as though on fire. Her nails dig into the mattress, briefly worrying of tearing holes into the sheets before another slap! resounds over the room.
Quiet, desperate noises leave Mydei as she looks behind her, "please!" she blurts, half-whisper and half-shout. "Enough…"
The look on Mydei's face manages to break Khaslana's resolve, right there. She looks debauched, eyes misty and sparkling, drool gathering on her tongue. Giving her ass a light spank, she lines up the strap with her hole again, this time hell-bent on not wasting time. "Titans, Mydei," Khaslana breathes. "How-how are you real?" A whine, and Mydei giving back with a roll back of her hips.
The pace Khaslana sets wrangles out whimpers and needy whines from Mydei as easily as the one before. The strike of leather against her thighs and ass makes her eyes roll to the back of her skull—as well as the new angle, right against her prostate. Crying out, Mydei looks back at Khaslana with wide eyes, choking out barely coherent pleas and words vaguely resembling her name. The flame on her cheek is covered in runny, black mascara. Her eyeliner streaks her face.
A wet spot on the bed forms between her legs when a particular thrust sends her reeling, nails clawing at the sheets. Desperate and shaking, Mydei snakes a hand down her sides, aiming to touch herself; she manages a weak tug on her cock before Khaslana abruptly grabs at her waist, and lifts her up.
Her vision swims and spins. All she can manage is a keening yelp as her back hits Khaslana's chest. Her dick leaves a puddle on the dark bedsheets, bobbing with the motion.
"No, Mydei. Not this time." She says against Mydei's ear, voice breathy and a touch desperate, too. Mydei has to lock her muscles in place not to come right there, completely untouched, at the sound of her voice alone. Another hit lands on her flank, this one harder than the last. Khaslana feels fairly confident in both Mydei's wants and needs, as well as for her to say when pushed too far. Mydei gives a raspy exhale, holding onto the leather of the harness on one side and Khaslana's bicep on the other.
It feels as though her brain has emptied out, save for golden hair and eyes, dark glasses and strong arms. Mydei's thoughts swim in this heady, comfortable space in between the two of them. It seems that Khaslana is aware, too. She looks at her when Mydei glances back—drooling and panting—with such fondness, yet handling her with a controlled rough strength.
Reaching up to adjust the foggy square frames on Mydei's face, Khaslana traces a hand on the plush of her cheek, pathing down her lips, to her jaw, all the way down to her throat. Settling in the hollow of it, she feels Mydei swallow and whimper. So receptive.
"You'd let me do just about anything to you right now, Mydei, wouldn't you?" A pair of fingers tapping lightly on her airway, testing. She doesn't have to wait long.
Her grip on Khaslana's arm is sure to leave indents and scratches for many days to come. "Ngh… Khas—ahn—lana!" She breaks eye contact in favor of lowering her head at another harsh thrust.
Saliva pools in her mouth; steadily trickles over the slope of her lip, down her chin. Mydei watches completely enraptured. Over Khaslana's fingers, messy. Falls down onto her tits. Slowing down her pace to an indulgent grind; not wanting to overwhelm the poor girl too badly, she tightens her hold, gauging her reaction.
(Khaslana wants to be good. She wants to be good, so good. It is all she has ever wanted, she thinks. Forever chasing the high of a task well done, of a few appreciative words.
Of Mydei's warm smiles. The high of easing that subtle furrow in her brow, no matter how stubborn she may be. She wants to be good, for Mydei.)
By the way another beady string of precum leaks and joins the mess of the bedsheets below them and her lip trembles, it seems she is, indeed, into it. Still, she makes sure. Whispers a "Good, Mydei?" Into her ear, brushes away the sweaty hair sticking to her face and the glasses perched low on her nose.
Mydei shudders and nods vigorously, pushes her hips back into Khaslana's.
Moving her hand from the sides of her face down to her chin, Khaslana pushes a finger up, leaning back Mydei's head to lay on her shoulder. Then, wraps her hand gently around Mydei's throat. Applies pressure, notices how her eyes sparkle and widen.
"You seemed interested in my arms, pretty girl," Khaslana smiles down at her. Keeps the steady roll of her hips pushing sighs and grunts from Mydei. "How about this?" Her breath tickles against Mydei's ear. She slackens her hold on her throat, and wraps her forearm around her instead, putting her in a choke-hold.
Mydei isn't able to answer. The onslaught of sensations makes her knees buckle and bend against Khaslana, who only holds her tighter against her, a hand at her hip and an arm around her neck. The thick bicep against her throat forces her head upright at the ceiling, blinking through tears and the dizziness of Khaslana's glasses. Mydei's hands lift up and grab desperately at her forearm, digging deep red lines into the muscle. It rips a pleased groan out of Khaslana, and a strangled whimper out of Mydei.
The pace from then on is more of a self-indulgent, gentle thing; Khaslana still thrusts her hips forward, determined, though circles them in attempt to milk Mydei of everything she's got right after. The way she has given into her every demand fully makes Khaslana's head swim with want, wondering what else she could do in the future.
Mydei has this stoic, polite exterior; yet it seems that around Khaslana she lets go of that facade, bending to her will eventually. How well they match, after all.
Her cock almost matches the shade of her tattoos, red and drooling. Mydei has gone mostly incoherent by now—wanton moans, Kremnoan curses half muttered, various versions of Khaslana's name. And yet her stubbornness still shines through. Not a tear has truly slipped past her face. Sweat clings and sticks her bangs to her forehead, dark makeup completely ruined. Khaslana thinks that's alright. Hopefully she has more opportunities to make the sweet thing cry. Leaning back slightly, Khaslana glances at the way her ass ripples with each thrust, and gives her another spank. Mydei keens, whimpering.
Arching her back and positioning herself better, Mydei shakes when the toy hits her spot just how she needs it. She's getting close, terribly close. Lost in the feeling, she barely notices the heavy breathing at her nape. Khaslana buries her head into her shoulder, bringing her closer, nor the steady hand following downward and wrapping around her weeping erection. Khaslana's tits press against Mydei's back. "Are you close?" She mutters against her skin. Mydei shakes her head. Words stuck in her throat. "I am, uh—ah, too. Watching you got me so close, Mydei. Do you have any idea what you do to me? Do you?" Khaslana rambles, kisses and wraps her lips around the crimson lines into Mydei's skin. The steady plap, plap, plap of their colliding hips makes Khaslana's head swim, dazed.
"Fuck, ple—ase," is all she manages to blurt out, looking down past Khaslana's arm wrapped tight around her neck and to the hand wrapped around her. Khaslana matches the pace of both her hand and the dildo inside of her. She twists her hand in a circle around the tip, wet squelching noises accompanying the rattle of the headboard, heavy breathing. Their smashing hips. It takes an embarrassingly short time for her to yelp out a shaking I'm coming! with a few urgent taps of her hand to Khaslana's forearm at her throat, before Mydei's orgasm hits her. Splintering heat surges through every part of her body, muscles stiffening against Khaslana. Her back arches out, a yelp tearing out of her mouth. A few lone, stubborn tears finally trail down her face, splotches down the rest of the mess down onto the bedsheets.
It is, arguably, the hottest thing Khaslana has ever seen. Perhaps blinded by her arousal, it was almost as if the whole of Mydei had glowed with her release, sweat shining on every inch of her skin and accentuating the red markings on her skin. Giving another snap forward for good measure—Mydei gives her a sniffling whimper—Khaslana pulls out slowly, holding onto Mydei's slumping figure tightly not to let her fall.
Panting into the bedroom, Mydei looks back toward her, the black frames on her face crooked and dirtied. Khaslana sits down on her haunches. Settling Mydei next to her, laying her down on a clean spot in the bed, she swipes her golden-red hair away from her face, removes the glasses and sets them aside for cleaning.
Bending down, she peppers kisses over every spot of her body she manages to get her mouth on; a kiss on her still-quivering shoulder, one on her collarbones. A kiss at the corner of her lips. The last one, tender more than the others, in the center of her forehead. Mydei shivers, looks up at Khaslana with a trembling smile.
"How are you feeling?" Khaslana asks, giving her a reassuring pat on her arm before she rises up from the bed, unlatches her harness and takes out the soiled toy out of its ring. She gives Mydei a moment and settles in the cleaning motions, making a few trips in and out of the conjoined bathroom.
Mydei can slowly feel the exhaustion settling deep in her bones. Quietly, she watches Khaslana go through the motions of cleaning, only to then realize something. A slight frown, "I'm fine, thank you, but…" She ignores the ache in her legs, and sits up on the mattress to stare at Khaslana. "What about you?" Mydei commented, gentle. Looking at the bedsheets around her, thoroughly soaked, she winced. She had certainly heard of people who weren't too keen on receiving any pleasure—but Mydei wanted to make sure that this was the case; not that Khaslana had simply been to shy to ask for what she wanted.
Glancing at Khaslana's naked body passing a clean cloth through the leather of the harness made saliva pool in her mouth. Mydei would certainly help her get off if that was what she so desired. Shuffling, Mydei tears her eyes away, biting onto her lip. Images of Khaslana flushed and panting flash through her head. Oh, Titans, she can feel herself getting hard again.
Khaslana huffs; barely a laugh, awkward. "Ah… It's alright, Mydei. No need." She mumbles, pink-cheeked. She looks like a shy puppy without her glasses, blushing. Cute. Mydei has a feeling this isn't quite about what she thought it was.
Mydei smiles, spreads her legs. Taps a nail on her thigh, beckoning the girl over. "Tell me to stop if you don't want this." She asserts, "come here." commands, faces Khaslana. Mydei watches in real time how Khaslana's face lights up on fire, the way her eyes widen, then squints back to look at Mydei properly. Scrambling, she snatches her glasses from the nightstand, cleans them with he cloth in her hands, and perches them on her face.
Slowly, Khaslana walks over to other side of the bedroom, a shaky sigh escaping her. Shamelessly, Mydei rakes her eyes over her sculpted form; the chiseled abs and the tufts of hair leading down to her crotch. Arching an eyebrow, Mydei gains back some of her confidence, grabs onto Khaslana's waist and drag her forward.
Khaslana looks, plainly put, extremely beautiful from up close. It's the first time she has enough clear of mind to look at her face properly, and Titans, she should have done it sooner.
She looks a perfect mix of androgyny; masculine jaw and feminine, high cheek bones. A pretty nose and prettier eyes. Her lips are still chapped—it pulls a smile out of Mydei, laces a hand through her golden hair and tug her down to kiss her. "Do you want it to be my turn, Khas? Want to be good for me?" Her words are whispered into her ear. Mydei feels the shiver wrack through Khaslana's body, feels the way she nods and plants her hands on either side of Mydei, hovering above her.
Petting her hands up and down her sides, appreciating the bumps and divots of her muscles, Mydei presses her hands into her abdomen and skirts them up. She squeezes her breasts appreciatively with both hands, feeling the way the flesh gives and spills in between her fingers. "You are very handsome, Khaslana," she muses into her skin. "I can see the work you've put into yourself." A kiss to her lips, chaste.
Khaslana sputters, reddening. She grins; boyish and charming. Leans into her touches, sighs into them, returns it with caresses of her own. "Ah, Mydei, how flattering." She mutters, her hand wandering down the sides of Mydei's waist, down to the dip of her hips. She sweeps her fingers there, over the winding red stripes, traces them with her index. They truly match her perfectly. It's difficult to imagine Mydei's body without these markings. Bold, confident and striking; the flame stolen from Prometheus himself, the burning chaos turning to embers, to ash, giving way for new beginnings. They fit her perfectly.
Pressing a kiss into the pattern on her cheek, Khaslana's hand wanders down again, to her spent cock slowly stirring back to life with her ministrations. She ghosts her fingers as she had earlier, though this time more gently. She must be so, so sensitive, the poor girl.
Mydei returns the pampering in full. Lazily trailing her lips down Khaslana's own, squeezing her bicep, biting her lip raw when Khaslana shivers in response. She's still restraining herself—her muscles tight, not yet fully lax—but if she keeps it up, Mydei's going to be able to spoil her back very soon. She wonders what kinds of sounds she can pull out of her.
Smiling, Mydei cups her hand over Khaslana's pussy. Mydei can clearly see how wet she is, trimmed hair soaked through and inner thighs glistening. She passes two fingers through her labia, collects some of the dripping slick, and brings them up to her face. "Look at you." Mydei laughs, before bringing them to her lips. She licks her fingers clean, humming, content. "So wet." Khaslana chokes on an answer, squeezing her thighs together, desperate for any friction. "You—titans—tease…" She complains, needy.
"Two can play at the same game, right?" She purrs, tapping a spit-slicked nail on the bridge of Khaslana's glasses.
Mydei's cock remains at a half-mast, but that isn't stopping her; no matter how sensitive she may be. Wandering her hands down Khaslana's broad back; feeling the muscles tense and ripple there, Mydei tugs her closer still, until Khaslana straddles Mydei's hips.
She looks about ten seconds from passing out. Her pale skin and hair renders her blushing to be so visible, so adorable. She doesn't dare look at Mydei yet, instead laving her tongue on the crevice of her collarbone. Humming, Mydei cups the back of her head, and locks her legs around Khaslana's. "Come on," she encourages, feeling the way slick drenches Khaslana's inner thighs. The poor thing's soaked. When Khaslana's little cock finally bumps Mydei's, she coos, "good girl. So good to me, you can take it." Letting her set the pace, she hears the choked whimper Khaslana lets out, biting into her neck.
Passing an affectionate hand through her hair—she ignores the overstimulation spreading throughout her, instead rolling her hips to to meet Khaslana's—Mydei whispers encouraging words through gritted teeth.
Again, Khaslana isn't a very loud woman, it seems, but the cut-off gasps and low whimpers have Mydei's teeth grit. She can feel how wet she is, completely soaking the both of them. You poor girl, Mydei chimes, you must've been so uncomfortable in that harness. Yet you still fucked me so well. Made me feel so good.
Khaslana's head spins in circles. Her movements are desperate, so wet there's barely any friction. Her hands fisting into the bedsheets, grabbing onto Mydei's shoulder like a lifeline.
(Khaslana would generally oppose to this sort of treatment. Be it out of a fear born of expectations and standards or simply shyness, she had never felt the need to let herself be taken care of. Khaslana discovers that the look in Mydei's eyes, impossibly gentle and fond, had ignited none of these feelings. She finds her need for the other woman to bypass these feelings completely. Perhaps Mydei had been all she was waiting for. She feels a lot closer to Mydei than she originally did, suddenly.
Maybe Mydei does, too.)
If the way Khaslana looks up at her, eyes glittering and pace stuttering, she isn't going to last very long. The sight of her makes Mydei moan aloud. She looks thoroughly ruined, all because of a few touches. Tugging harshly on short golden hair, Mydei crashes her lips into Khaslana's; her noises and quiet whines muffled. It's a messy, uncoordinated kiss, saliva dribbling down Mydei's chin. Mouths open, panting. Khaslana's arms shake and she licks into her mouth.
Mydei chuckles into the embrace, gives a roll of her hips, hissing at the sensitivity. Biting on Khaslana's bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth, Mydei watches her squeeze her eyes shut. "Hah—Mydei, please…" she whines against her, her glasses sitting crookedly atop her handsome features. Khaslana begs so easily, so sweetly. Mydei feels faint.
It takes a few more grinding motions of her swollen clit on Mydei's length for Khaslana to go stiff. Stifling hitched gasps and moans into a needy, desperate kiss. Keeping the hand in her messy hair, Mydei bites her lip as she rides out her orgasm. "Good girl," she sweeps her other hand up and down her shoulder in soothing motions. It's so out of character for Khaslana to be this fragile-looking, Mydei thinks, though she doesn't mind this side of her one bit. In fact, it suits her.
It takes a minute for her to stop shaking, another for her to sit back up and adjust her glasses. Her blushing cheeks aren't lessening just yet, a gentle shyness to her. Tapping a finger on Khaslana's wrist twice, Mydei wonders, "we should probably clean up." The sheets around them have begun drying, and the two of them are beyond dirty. Khaslana's hair sticks out weirdly; the sight is awfully charming.
Khaslana—pouts. A full frown, lip jutted out and all. The sight makes Mydei's eyes widen, and crinkle in amusement. "Five more minutes." She sighs, slumps back down on Mydei's side. She has a feeling this won't take just five minutes, but she obliges nonetheless, placing a kiss on Khaslana's head.
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(The months go by, unhurried. From a hot summer to the cold fall—the pumpkin patch they go to is cozy, with little people mingling about. Khaslana spills flour all over herself when Mydei decides to turn their purchases into baked goods; the pumpkin pie turns out to be pretty good.
From the cold fall to frigid winter winds. Khaslana's knee-length coat makes her look straight out of a noir movie. Mydei has to keep her hands to herself as they walk along the sidewalk, hot chocolates in hand. Mydei likes hers extra sweet, whereas Khaslana's tastes slightly bitter.
From the frigid winter winds to the warm spring breeze, from the cold streets to a pretty tulip field. Mydei poses among the red and pink flowers, a candid smile on her face, as Khaslana snaps pictures. She posts them to her Instagram account. The picture is unlike the others on her account, new and warm.)
There is people, so many people.
It's one of the hottest days of the year, the parade is bustling, people walking and laughing everywhere. Mydei would not have it any other way, for once.
(Mydei recognizes her before Khaslana mentions who she is. It's clearly the same pink-haired girl from the baby pictures she showed her, many months ago—Cyrene. What a charming name.
She gushes over Mydei for a good fifteen minutes; questions about how they met, her cheek marking, to the brand of mascara she uses. She has this light and airy voice, gentle. Khaslana looks at her with adoration, with love. Mydei's heart warms.
"Khasie told me about you many times, you know," Cyrene chirps, smiling. "Like how pretty you were—which I'd have to agree!—and how you looked at her like something precious… now, she's no poet herself, but her admiration for you was noteworthy." Khaslana's whole face is on fire. Somehow, despite being noticeably taller than the two of them, she makes herself small, embarassed, scratching the hairs at her nape. So cute.)
She clutches her grip on Khaslana's hand—her red painted short nails and Mydei's blue acrylics—and guides her to a more quiet spot with some shade.
It's the first pride event Mydei goes to where she doesn't mind what looks back at her in the mirror. It's the first pride event Khaslana goes to where she doesn't mind what looks back at her in the mirror.
They hold onto each other's hand tightly as to not lose each other; also an anchor point in the crowds. Pride parades never get less overwhelming. Finally more or less alone, Mydei lets go of her, uncaps a water bottle and takes a swig. The same blood-red lipstick stains the neck of the bottle. It stains Khaslana's lips when Mydei hands her the thing for herself, too. Fanning herself, she sits down under a tree's shade to the sides of the ongoing marching.
Khaslana joins her. Their legs touch. They stare at each other.
They do not feel judged, among this sea of people. Not wrong, nor unnatural. They feel as they always should have, as they will going onward. Accepted, included. They both belong here, as they belong anywhere else. As they belong with each other.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Mydei asks, nudging her shoulder. Khaslana smiles, nods. She looks… peaceful. Happy.
(An outing, with all four of them. Cifera tugs along Castorice with a tug to her sleeve, while Mydei and Khaslana walk just behind. Khaslana holds onto Mydei's purse—it's a very endearing sight, for her to hold the red-black leather studded thing in her arms—and nods along to whatever Cifera's saying.
It had taken some planning for all their schedules to align perfectly, and some more to finally tell the two of them of their relationship. Castorice had congratulated them, though not without a glint of knowledge in her eyes. Cifera laughed, told them to look at the sky above them and tell her what color it was. Confused, Mydei had answered with the obvious "blue?" before she'd snorted and told them "exactly.")
Happiness, yes. Happiness looks good on them both, she thinks.