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It was now the third day of celebrating Kara's twenty-third birthday, and Kara had taken to day-drinking— as she had the day before and the day before that. Ruthye had been assured that it was fine. You only turn twenty-three once, right?
What wasn't fine, however, was how Kara hadn't let herself the chance to recover from her hangovers before starting another one, which led to a state of both pain and pleasure, it seemed.
Kara groaned, plopping onto the mattress with zero grace. Her hair was unruly as it ever was, and Ruthye watched how wavy strands of hair descended down her shoulders before her eyes settled on the crest right on the center of Kara's chest.
She sat up slightly, the sound of bottles clinking together when she reached over to the floor on the other side of the bed. "A-ha!" Kara exclaimed eventually.
Ruthye inched closer to the bed, taking in the disarray of the room. She grimaced at the sight of dirty bowls, clothes thrown in every direction, and empty glass bottles. She tried to ignore the faint pungent smell of urine as she sat on the corner of the bed.
She turned when Kara groaned again as she drank, and looked through the shutters on the window— rays of bright red light streamed through the cramped room, clearly its effects working on the Kryptionian next to her.
"Would you like me to fly us to a planet with a yellow sun?" Ruthye offered, her eyes never straying from Kara's face. Her blonde eyebrows knitted together, and she couldn't quite tell if it was from pain or pleasure as she took another swing.
"Are you kidding?" Kara snorted, wiping the corner of her mouth when some of whatever bottle she could get her hands on spilled down her chin. "I haven't even gotten halfway through this."
Ruthye's eyes returned to the crest on Kara's chest again as the sounds of Kara guzzling down heaps more of alcohol filled the room, and from this angle she could follow the slope of said chest. Kara's almost ragged breathing enticed Ruthye's stare even more, despite how impolite she knew she was being.
Once she was able to finally tear her eyes away, her stare only lowered and lowered until they reached the flowy fabric of her skirt— where something was nearly protruding underneath it. Ruthye ripped her eyes away completely then, looking down to her hands in her lap.
She cursed herself when she could feel heat creeping up her neck and blooming under her cheeks, the evidence clear for Kara to see. Kara, who was giggling with a triumphant smile as she held the now empty bottle up in the air.
"Easy peasy," she slurred. Ruthye looked back over when she heard the heavy thud of a bottle land onto the floor.
It's only when Kara began to climb a bit higher onto the bed that she got her nerve to speak again. "Is this really how we mean to celebrate? Drinking until we end up in a stupor?"
Kara let out a deep sigh and rubbed her thighs together, and Ruthye tried her best to pretend she didn't notice. From this new angle, Ruthye could see more of the skin of Kara's thighs than before.
Maybe if she lowered and tilted her head at just the right angle then she could see more of the shorts she saw during the battle a few days ago.
Not that Ruthye had been staring then, it felt more like Kara didn't care to hide it— not with the way she kicked and swung her legs as was her style of fighting, and really, what was there to hide?
If anything, Ruthye only wanted to see more, which felt dangerous to admit.
"It's the only way I can celebrate with you," Kara chuckled, her eyes closed. She raised her arms then, interlocking her hands behind her head. "And you can't even drink."
"I can." Ruthye defended herself, her mouth turning into a frown. "Is it so hard to believe others can find enjoyment in celebrations that don't involve intoxicating themselves?"
Kara laughed loudly at that, her hand moving above her head to the small shelf that was there. Ruthye watched as she put on sunglasses that took up nearly half her face, looking as cool as she thought she did.
"Oh, I can." Kara hummed softly, sighing almost sleepily.
Ruthye's eyebrows knitted, watching a peaceful Kara enjoy her drunkenness. She thought about what Kara had said, feeling slightly guilty now. It was because of her that Kara didn't get to celebrate to the fullest on her actual birthday or the days after, after all.
"How would you be celebrating your birthday, if I wasn't here?"
Kara laughed softly, shaking her head slightly. There was a long pause before her answer, and Ruthye could tell all of the alcohol was truly hitting her now with the red sun right behind her. "Yeah, you don't wanna know."
"I do. That's why I asked."
"No, Ruthye, you don't. Forget it, I shouldn't have said it."
"I don't want to forget it," Ruthye persisted, crawling next to Kara before she thought better of it. Her senses get hit with all waves of pure Kara, the musky scent of her sweat and the alcohol on her suit and on her breath. Ruthye didn't want to forget that either.
"Just tell me. Let me make it up to you."
Kara grunted slightly, her eyes squeezing together. Her fingers reached to rub at her forehead again, the migraines making its rounds again.
Ruthye reached over to place a hand on her shoulder, threading her fingers through blonde strands. Kara gasped slightly at the touch, removing her hand to blink up at Ruthye who was hovering above her now.
"Please?" Ruthye begged, embarrassed at how she sounded. She wasn't sure what Kara even wanted, but she wanted to give it to her despite whatever it was. She felt a kind of responsibility to do so.
Kara didn't speak, her eyes blinking with an inebriated look. All she did was lean into Ruthye's touch, only closing her eyes when she rubbed her cheek into the back of her hand.
Her body buzzed, and she held her breath at Kara so openly wanting her affection— usually when she was sober, Kara only ever displayed her affection as a type of passiveness. Though, Ruthye knew Kara cared for her in a way that only Kara could understand. She wouldn't be here if she didn't.
Ruthye moved her hand ever so slightly, cupping Kara's face. With her thumb, she lightly caressed the soft skin of the cheekbones that she often found herself staring at the past few days.
Kara groaned again, but it didn't sound like pain this time. She shifted in her spot and Ruthye looked down her body to see that same thing that was protruding under her skirt again, only this time it had grown bigger.
"Oh," Ruthye breathed, watching the way Kara rubbed her thighs together once more. The thin fabric of her skirt could only hide so much, as Kara began to throb and pant.
"I see," she said, her eyes trailing back up Kara's body. She noticed the way her back slightly arched into her touch, her hips slowly beginning to rut into the air.
What pushed her over the edge was Kara grabbing the back of Ruthye's hand, her eyes still squeezed shut and biting down on her lower lip. Her lashes fluttered at Ruthye's touch, and her cheeks flushed hotly underneath the freckles that dusted them.
I haven't even touched you yet, Ruthye thought. She stared down in amazement at Kara's face seeking more before settling on what could only be defined as the tent in her skirt before making up her mind.
"I'll do it." Ruthye didn't wait for a response, if Kara could even muster one. She swung a leg over Kara's hips, settling down and feeling warm immediately. "I'll do it for you."
Kara moaned at the contact, her hand escaping Ruthye's to grasp at the pillow under her head. When her movements stilled, Ruthye grounded her hips down, gasping despite the layers between them.
"Wait," Kara mumbled, her eyes still squeezed shut. She couldn't help it when her hips bucked up, the both of them groaning when their movements synced together. "Fuck. Ruth—"
"Shh," Ruthye cut off, leaning over Kara again. "This is what you want, right?"
"Ruthye, I can't—"
"It's what I want, too," Ruthye whispered, bringing her hands back up to Kara's face again, her hips still moving against Kara's. "Let me give you this."
Ruthye's thumbs caressed Kara's face, running them over every freckle she had studied from afar before connecting their foreheads together. Their panting mingled together, and Ruthye could feel herself getting drunk off Kara's breath alone.
Her hands slid down Kara's neck, threading her fingers through blonde locks once again before she slid them over her crest. Ruthye traced the S faintly before they trailed further down again, reaching for under her skirt.
Ruthye didn't hear a complaint once the entire way there, her fingers slipping inside the waistband of Kara's shorts but not tugging down quite yet. She needed something else first.
"Please?" she asked again, urged on by Kara's body responding so eagerly to her touch. She can even feel goosebumps from where she's touching her on her stomach, and the light hair on her arms standing tall towards the skies.
"Fuck me," Kara cursed, ripping off the stupid sunglasses from where they had been moved up on her head in their movements. She moved her hands to where Ruthye's are, tugging them off for her. If she was stumbling as she did so, Ruthye didn't comment on it.
"No more talking, okay?" Kara imposed, kicking the shorts off before lifting her skirt up. She gasped slightly at the cool air, her cock throbbing against her stomach.
"But—"
"Shh," Kara mumbled, her eyes hooded as she stared down at their bodies, only a couple layers stopping them. She blinked rapidly, her vision blurred for a moment. "Fuck, what am I doing?"
Ruthye's hands flew to her belt, quickly unbuckling before shoving her old pants down her legs. She shrugged off her jacket as well before saying, "we're celebrating. You only turn twenty-three once, right?"
"I thought I told you not to talk," Kara slurred slightly, her eyes watching as tan slender legs came into view. She groaned when Ruthye settled back down onto her, only one layer left between them.
Ruthye came closer, their foreheads connecting again. She felt that same rush run through her again as her eyes fell down to Kara's lips— chapped and probably still had remnants of alcohol, and Ruthye wanted to feel them against her own. She wondered if Kara would let her.
Instead, she whispered in the air between them. "You never follow the rules, why should I?"
"You know why," was Kara's response. Ruthye's rebuttal came in how she grounded down again, committing the look on Kara's face to memory. Her pace grew steady, and her breathing ragged as she held onto Kara's arms for anchorage.
Ruthye couldn't tear her eyes away from Kara's face, whether that was counting her freckles, or watching the way her teeth poked out to bite down on her lip, or even just to catch the way her eyes seemed to twinkle even in the dim light.
Kara could only meet her stare for a few moments at a time, her eyes fluttering down to Ruthye's lips when she stuck her tongue out to lick them or back down between them.
The cloth between them was only growing slicker with time, and Ruthye gasped sharply when the head of Kara's cock nudged against a tiny bud that she didn't know she had. Without realizing, her hips chased that particular movement again and she moaned softly when she found it.
Ruthye couldn't deny that half her pleasure came when Kara's eyes snapped up to meet hers as she did, holding the stare this time to watch as she chased her own high.
Something in her lower stomach was building, and the moans couldn't stop escaping from Ruthye when Kara rolled her hips to keep hitting that particular spot for her, all the while keeping her eyes firmly planted on her.
Ruthye could feel herself getting drunk off this alone, with Kara's eyes and cock on her like this. She felt like she might die like this, looking down to Kara's open mouth and seeing her tongue tempt her again.
Fuck it, she thought. She surged forward, her lips smashing with Kara's. Ruthye moaned at the contact, she tasted even sweeter and devilishly than she thought. She tasted of pure alcohol— which Ruthye hated the taste of— yet she didn't hesitate for a second to open her mouth wider.
She only reached her release when she felt Kara's lips finally press against hers, her tongue slipping in with no permission just like she did everything else. Ruthye broke the kiss when the tightness inside her finally released, a string of spit from their lips landing on her chin as she panted into Kara's open mouth.
Her body twitched slightly through the aftershocks of her orgasm— her first ever one, as she stared down at Kara's lips again. She contemplated on leaning down to steal another kiss, her second ever one. Before she could decide, Kara spoke in a raspy tone.
"I haven't even touched you yet," she whispered giddily, her words still slightly slurred. Her bumbling hands on Ruthye's thighs slid inward, toward where she was still sensitive.
"Funny," Ruthye panted, her hands moving to grasp Kara's wrist before throwing it to the side, moving to shift one leg out of her underwear herself. "I was just thinking the same about you."
They both gasped when Ruthye's hot center came down on Kara's cock, coating it even more with her wetness. Kara's face screwed up in pleasure as she gripped Ruthye's hips, bucking her own through slick folds.
"Let me put it in first, you animal," Ruthye giggled, elbowing Kara's arms aside to allow her to align her length with herself. She reached down between them, gasping slightly when she took hold of it. Kara groaned softly, her eyes closed as Ruthye began to stroke her.
Ruthye had never seen something so thick, she couldn't even wrap her fingers all the way around it. It kept coaxing some kind of fluid that made it easy to stroke and when Ruthye used her thumb to gather more of it from the head, it had made Kara twitch and pant harder like she had done herself earlier.
"Fuck, Ruthye, don't tease," Kara mumbled, her arm splayed over her face in an attempt to hide her blush spreading from ear to ear. Ruthye found it quite adorable, but she knew better than to tell her that.
"I didn't… say anything?"
"No! Just—" Kara groaned, annoyed this time as she huffed a breath. "If you're gonna do something, just do it already."
Ruthye looked back down to the length in her hand, giving it one last stroke before rising up on her knees and running it through her folds again. She lined it up to where she thought was correct, sinking her hips down only for Kara’s cock to slip back down between them again.
She clicked her tongue, and tried again to the same result. She was close to frustrated when Kara chuckled under her, a toothy smile spreading across her lips.
“Lower, genius,” Kara directed as she sat up, her own hand sliding down to wrap around Ruthye’s own to help guide it further down. She twitched slightly when she felt the head nudge inside what was indeed the correct place.
“Now who’s teasing?” Ruthye huffed, holding onto Kara’s shoulder to keep her steady as she finally sunk down on her cock. Kara only chuckled softly in response, her breathing deep as she watched Ruthye take her inch by inch.
“Oh, shit.” Kara’s eyes squeezed tight, grasping Ruthye’s hips tightly. “Jesus, you’re… it’s so fucking tight.”
Ruthye didn’t stop sinking down until their hips were flushed together, despite how much she twitched and gasped. She’d never felt so full in her life, and stealing a glance down confirmed the presence of a bulge slightly protruding through her stomach.
“Gods,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around Kara’s neck and nuzzling her face in blonde strands damped with sweat. She didn’t move— couldn’t move, just yet. The sheer size of Kara alone threatened to split her open as Ruthye attempted to even her breathing.
“It’s okay, take a minute,” Kara comforted, running her free hand up and down Ruthye’s back soothingly. She closed her eyes, feeling the goosebumps where Kara touched her skin from where her shirt had risen up.
Ruthye pulled away slightly, moving to tug said shirt off her head and throwing it next to whatever pile of clothes Kara already had on the floor. Her upper half had been left in her bra now, and she felt a bit embarrassed since Kara was basically still fully clothed.
“Fuck,” Kara rasped, her eyes on Ruthye’s chest. Her hand snaked back around to Ruthye’s front, slowly inching up her stomach to her destination. Her feather light touch made Ruthye flinch as she took her time tracing the slope of abs that were present there, much softer than Kara’s own.
“If you’re gonna do something, do it already,” Ruthye mocked, rolling her hips slightly as she grew accustomed to Kara’s size within her. She still felt full, but that slowly felt pleasurable too.
Kara scoffed lightly, a drunken grin on her face. Her hand shot up for Ruthye’s breast, squeezing her through her bra cup. Ruthye’s entire body jerked at the contact, her breathing shallow at best.
Soon, her other hand followed suit and Ruthye was having her chest groped in however way Kara liked, in which Ruthye enjoyed as well.
“Can I fuck you now or do you just like keeping my dick wet?” Kara giggled, hiccuping as she continued to grope at Ruthye’s chest. Her fingers were slipping under the cup of her bra when Ruthye slapped them away, pushing Kara back down onto the bed.
“Your cock was wet before I ever touched it,” Ruthye reminded, hovering over her as she finally began to rise up and down on Kara’s length, the sound of wet skin slapping together filling the room.
“And for the record, I’m fucking you,” Ruthye spouted, her hips driving down harder with every thrust. She couldn’t stop the moans and gasps that escaped, the discomfort fully dissipated now.
Kara didn’t seem to care about holding back her own voice, her eyes on Ruthye’s as they flickered between her gaze and her lips. One of her hands went to Ruthye’s hip, thrusting up to match her pace that brought even more pleasure for the both of them.
Her other hand went for Ruthye’s neck, bringing her down to connect their foreheads again, their lips only centimeters apart now. Ruthye felt the brush of them against her own, but didn’t lean down any further.
Come on, drunken idiot. Just kiss me.
Ruthye’s mouth fell open in a soft moan as Kara rolled her hips in a certain way that hit a particular spot within her that made her legs weak, and Kara reached up to steal the sound in a passionate kiss.
Ruthye felt like she was floating, with Kara’s tongue dancing with hers and her cock pistoling inside her. She broke it when Kara hit that spot again, this time harder.
“Kara, oh Gods,” she panted, reaching for the small shelf that acted as a headboard for stability. Kara gripped both of her hips now, thrusting harder than before. “Fuck!”
This time, the build up felt as tight as a knot and Ruthye felt like she couldn’t let it go. Her eyes rolled back when Kara didn’t let up, her focus intent on hitting that God-forsaken spot inside her. “Kara, stop, I can’t— I think I’m going to—”
Of course, Kara couldn’t hear over the wet sounds between them, her every thrust creating even louder squelches— or maybe she simply wasn’t paying attention to Ruthye, as she felt she was basically whining her warnings by now.
The knot within her tightened even more somehow, and Ruthye knew something was on the precipice, and had no idea if the feeling was her bladder or something else entirely.
“I think I’m about to piss myself, Kara, please—” her voice turned into a screech when Kara rubbed that tiny bud she had with her thumb this time, mixing some flicking motions in as well.
It was the last straw, and Ruthye practically screamed as her orgasm— but what felt more like her bladder releasing— ripped through her, her body twitching even harder than the last time. She felt herself squirt onto Kara’s suit, wanting to say I told you so when Kara’s own body shivered.
“Fuck,” Kara rasped, her thrusts growing sloppy as she chased her own climax. Her back arched up into Ruthye, balls deep as she emptied her load right inside her. Ruthye gasped, twitching at the feeling of warm ropes of semen painting her insides white.
Ruthye had no energy to hold herself up anymore, collapsing into Kara’s arms who caught her with a groan. She breathed in the scent of Kara’s neck, as she felt her play with the loose strands of her braid— now surely ruined by their activities.
“I’m sorry,” Ruthye mumbled against the sweat of Kara’s neck, some of it catching on her lips as she spoke. She licked it into her mouth, the salty taste bittersweet on her tongue.
“What?” Kara asked, dazed, her mind still coming down. She lifted Ruthye’s hips slightly, the both of them moaning as Kara slipped out of her with ease. Ruthye could feel herself leaking out onto the sheets, now another thing to apologize for.
“I… peed before you— I told you to stop,” Ruthye whispered, looking down at the stain she left on her suit, enough where it reached her crest— her beautiful crest that Ruthye had to go and ruin. Kara will never forgive her now, and this won’t ever happen again.
“Oh,” Kara chuckled softly, a hand coming up to stroke Ruthye’s cheek. “You didn’t, Ruthye. It only felt like you did.”
Ruthye directed her eyes towards Kara’s, who did the same. “How do you know that?”
“‘Cause I’m not a virgin,” Kara snorted, unable to help herself from leaning down to leave a peck on Ruthye’s lips. “It’s called squirting. Not many people can do it, so count yourself lucky.”
Kara sat up and leaned over to whisper into Ruthye’s ear. “Don’t beat yourself up, it was super hot.”
Ruthye ducked her head down, cheeks flushing at her words. Kara grinned before shuffling off the bed, her steps stumbling as she moved further around their spaceship.
Ruthye smiled at that thought. Their spaceship.
“Gonna shower!” Kara shouted, despite the fact that Ruthye was not that far away. She started tearing off pieces of her suit, tripping over herself as she did so.
Ruthye watched as more of Kara’s skin came into view, then eventually muscles and abs as well. Kara’s stomach had been littered with freckles too, though fewer whereas her cock had none.
As she watched, she could still feel herself leaking onto the bed and opened her mouth before she thought better of it. “May I join you?”
Kara shrugged off her last layer, her chest piece. Her bare chest came into view for only Ruthye’s eyes to bear witness before she quickly ducked inside the bathroom, the pipes creaking as the sound of rushing water filled the spaceship.
“C’mere!”
Ruthye rushed to her feet, nearly faceplanting as her legs wobbled, almost giving out. She had to hold on to the walls as she made her way over to the bathroom.
Once at the doorway, she noticed Kara leaning against the wall underneath the showerhead, the water already drenching her completely. All Ruthye could focus on was the way Kara gripped her cock, stroking herself as she held her stare.
“Can I fuck you now?” she asked, stroking herself in earnest now. Her eyes never leave Ruthye’s, except to trail down her body, of course. Ruthye couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight
“Gods, yes,” Ruthye gasped, reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. She noticed the way Kara bit down on her lip before throwing it somewhere in the hallway.
“C’mere then,” Kara urged again, the head of her cock disappearing around her fist as she pumped herself harder. Ruthye licked her lips at the sight.
In her mind, she thanked the Gods high above right before stepping inside and shutting the door behind her.