I'm starting to see a pattern where things i right are more complicated than they should be.
IMPORTANT: read this story over at AO3 (AnnieAnnProps) or on tumblr (MoldySin, searching tag "fanfic") cause the links/images really help move the story along. I literally took a bunch of unrelated fanart from the ever lovely Ultahit and piece a plot together. So you see a link, open it and the following bit of story references back to it. It'll be a bit more important in the other chappies when they're more prevalent. i know FFN to not be very link friendly so i suggest AO3 personally
enjoy, practicing past tense writing for another piece i'll be working on they'll be in past tense.
Aleksandra should feel honored, really, she was; Katya Volskaya is a hero to her people. To be personally called upon by her, even if it were for something that was little more than a 5 minute speech at a glorified pep rally. But as she walked up the steps and into the grand foyer, the sense of being so small came over her and, with no other agents be her side, oh so very alone.
'Touched down safely.'
'Glad to hear it, have a nice trip.'
'Don't miss us too much, Aleks.'
A huff escaped her lips. It wasn't because she was annoyed with Fareeha's well-meaning taunt, it was because it was all too true. The king-sized bed she sat on right now was far too big for just herself to sleep in; the room, the spare time, everything felt like she should be sharing it with another.
Just what was she going to do with herself? Katya did mention that there are a gym on the premises and Aleks had two hours to burn before her meeting with the woman.
Now filled with restlessness, Aleks rummaged through her suitcase for her workout clothes and set out to exhaust herself. Maybe then she'll forget that she'll be spending the next two weeks thousands of miles away from her friends and two loves of her life.
And there weren't even any bad guys here for her to destroy.
"Ugh, this is stupid." Aleks said, tearing out yet another sheet of paper from her notebook and tossing it into the trash.
Her nails scratched back and forth on her scalp, head resting in her hands. Three days passed since she first landed in Russia for this request, a handful of meetings with Katya, and here she was; without a solid sentence written down for her speech at the gala. The rubbish bin was half-filled with just crumpled pieces of paper.
For someone who loved wordy, classical plays, Aleks was shit at putting her own words into a decent speech. Her head snapped up.
That's it!
Shoving herself away from her desk, Aleks retrieved her holopad from the bed and pulled up a list of Chekhov's finest works. If she couldn't find the words herself, perhaps her favorite playwright could help her out.
The delightful chime signaling a text from Fareeha pulled Aleks from her concentration. It was then she realized the sky outside was dark and her hands were beginning to cramp from writing and then erasing and then rewriting.
'How goes the speech?'
'It's going.' She sent, taking a moment to lean back in her chair and reconnect with the actual world. 'I trust that everything is well back at base?"
'Well enough, Lena has been trying to teach Angela how to play the flute. Unfortunately, neither of them ever have the time.'
Aleks' heart both warmed and sank at this. Free time was always a commodity in their line of work and Angela had always expressed wanting to learn how to play an instrument. It was shame that time was the only thing holding her back. Perhaps one day.
Their conversation dragged into the night, eventually turning into a video chat when Angela finally found time for herself. It didn't last as long as any of them would have liked, but there were things to be done in the morning.
Aleks hadn't gotten as much done as she should've like, but the strain in her cheeks from smiling so much told her that it was well worth it.
post/149734605307/bathtime-transdva#notes
With an eyebrow cocked, Aleks looked incredulously at the twenty-something fancy but unlabeled bottles of various bathing supplies laid out on the bathroom counter. She was now a week into her temporary residence at the Volskaya estate and she was making her way through trying out each bottle. Aleks still hadn't figured out which damned bottle was shampoo or body wash or what. She tossed another unmarked bottle into her basket, deciding to test her luck with the three bottles of a pale green colour.
She had forgotten to pack her bathrobe to which Katya so graciously offered to lend her one of her own. Unfortunately, their size difference meant the thing barely reached halfway down her thighs.
The mansion didn't seem all that big after having living in it for just under a week now. The constant patrols became annoying to run into in the halls, the sight of them would pull her out of the sense of 'home' and made the place feel like barracks she lived in back in her defense force days.
All the bathrooms were as fancy as the rest of the house, lined with white marble and gold trim. Aleks wondered to herself how many candles Katya must go through since there were always at least five of them burning whenever she would enter the guest restroom nearest to her room.
Bathrobe now hung up, Aleks set down her bathing supplies and slowly slid herself into the in-ground tub. A soft groan left her lips as her tired body was engulfed in warm water. It had been a nice but long day touring around the city with Katya, speaking with the various people who recognized them, Aleks even signed a young girl's shirt after being approached at the marketplace.
Aleks leaned back and smiled to herself at the memory, a good day indeed.
Feeling a bit cheeky, she rummaged around in her basket and pulled out her phone, thankful that most tech made after the Omnic Crisis was waterproof by default. If there was anything good to come of the tragedy.
Aleks rested an arm on the lip of the tub and held out the phone to snap a picture of herself, knowing full well that the water did little to obscure her naked body. A wide grin quickly spread across her face, why hadn't she thought about sending this earlier?
'I finally found tub big enough for me to fit in.'
Her fingers automatically checked the box next to Fareeha's name as a recipient but then hovered over Angela's. She didn't make it a habit to include Angela in their less than professional photo exchanges.
After a moment of contemplation, Aleks skipped over the name and hit send to the sole recipient. She set the device back into the basket in exchange of the first mystery bottle of the night. The moment she popped the cap open, the sharp smell of mint filled her noise reminded her of Angela's shampoo.
Aleks frowned, already half regretting having not sent Angela the photo as well.
"Here goes nothing." With the thought, Aleks poured a dollop of the gel into her hands and began lathering it into her hair. It was really pleasant that it smelled an awful lot like Angela's shampoo, lathered just like it-
Her hands froze in horror with sudden realization and Aleks immediately dunked her head under the water. She frantically washed the suds out of her hair, hoping that it wasn't the same thing that Angela used because if it was.
A long sigh left Alek's lips. The tub water was now tinged a light pink colour and her hair was no doubt a shade closer to blonde. She cursed herself, having gotten so caught up in missing Angela and being reminded of her that she had forgotten why she never used her shampoo.
The phone the basket chimed with the familiar sound of Fareeha's ringtone that broke Aleks out of her grumbling. It was a photo of a tiled shower floor she recognized to be Angela's bathroom and two pairs of legs; obviously belonging to Fareeha and Angela.
'There's plenty of room here.'
Aleks couldn't help the snicker that came prancing across her lips at Fareeha's jesting, but of course, two people could play at that game. She was about to snap a picture of the pink bath water when a shrill alarm sounded throughout the house. For a moment she paused and glance around the room puzzled. Was it a test?
"Ms. Zaryanova, there's been a breach in the East wing. Please state your location so we can escort you to a safe room." A call automatically connected to her phone, Katya's security force it would seem.
Intruders? Aleks grinned to and hoisted herself out of the tub.
"Forget the safe room, I will personally welcome our new guests." She said. It was fortunate that she never went anywhere without her battle gear.
Perhaps now Aleks could work off some of her pent up energy.
"Lucky for you, it's not broken," said the paramedic as he pulled the brilliantly lit device away from Aleks' nose. He began to scrawl something on a slip of paper. "You should get painkillers from your doctor, the swelling should go down in a few days."
"No drugs, I will take the pain." Aleks said frowning.
She spared a glance over to the four other guards laying on stretchers, only one of them was awake from the ordeal. It was rather pathetic how quickly they had been subdued by the would-be robbers. Each of them could fight, but they were terrible at working as a team.
"Then I'll heal the cut so you won't get an infection." He held a small packet of medi-gel between his fingers, a twinge of frustration present at the corners of his words.
"Nyet." She grunted. With a push, Aleks hopped off of the couch and shouldered past the medic before his hand grabbed her arm. She stopped in her tracks, somewhat taken aback with the sort of bravery this little man with the scrawny eyes held.
"Then at least take a goddamn plaster." He said, shoving couple of them into her hand before she could protest.
Aleks stared at him for a moment, then at her hand. If Angela were here, she would've smacked her up on the head for being rude to someone who was just trying to help. Relenting, Aleks nodded with a bit of shame creeping into her chest.
"Ah, yes. Thank you." She mumbled out.
He finally let go of her arm and Aleks pocketed all but one of the little strips. Using a polished silver vase as a mirror, she unwrapped it and stuck it across the bridge of her nose. Hm, a pastel pink. An odd color for a paramedic to be carrying, but it matched her hair.
The place was swarmed with people in the study turned treatment room and of course the mass of reporters locked outside trying to cover the story. Off to the corner stood Katya with a shock blanket crumpled on the couch behind her as she conversed with one of her security heads. Well, not conversed, more like sternly reprimanded.
The sight made a smirk tug onto Aleks' lips. There was the Katya she looked up to; headstrong and in charge. Aleks walked up to the pair just as Katya said her last words and the chief nodded before stepping away.
Katya turned, the sharpness in her eyes softened a bit when she saw that it was Aleks who was approaching. Her arms folded across her chest as Aleks took her place beside the woman.
"They were just a ragtag band of nameless mercenaries," Katya said in annoyance, looking out over those in the study. "Three dead, four injured. I employ some of the best guards in Russia and yet they were so easily beaten down by street dogs. What does that say about our country?"
"Not the best, you don't employ me." Aleks said with a cocky grin.
She turned to Aleks. It wasn't quite a smile on her face, but something akin to appreciation, or maybe just mild amusement.
"You did well, perhaps I should look into hiring agents from your organization."
Aleks couldn't tell if it was just an offhanded comment or a genuine statement. But in a moment of slyness, Aleks realized the perfect opportunity had presented itself.
"You're men can fight but they do not know how to work as a team. If you are serious, I would recommend agent Pharah; she used to be security chief back in Egypt, she can teach your soldiers to work together. Then, they will be strong." She said, seeing the gears begin to turn in Katya's eyes.
And that was a look that Aleks knew very well after spending just a week with the woman; the statement had been legitimate and Katya was actually considering the suggestion. If Aleks had the right to claim to know this woman, then it was only a matter of time before Fareeha showed up at their doorstep.
"Get some rest, I shall see you tomorrow." Katya said with a nod before walking off.
It left Aleks feeling a bit dirty and manipulative but her intentions were good. In the end, if it meant that should would be able to see Fareeha, then it would be totally worth it.
post/152147524067/zarya-in-candy-funeral#notes
'Zarya: 1, Mudak (asshole): 0'
Aleks hit send to the group chat of her, Fareeha, and Angela; a photo of herself with the new plaster across the bridge of her nose as well as her hands in more teasing locations. It was mostly in hopes of catching Fareeha in an inopportune time.
The text she received seconds later was private between her and Fareeha; the underside of a table and Fareeha's face with a slight smirk.
'Good work kicking ass. I'm in a meeting about being personally requested by Katya Volskaya. Is this you're doing?'
Her eyebrow arched and Aleks checked the time; she made the recommendation just under an hour ago. It would seem that Katya had taken Aleks' words to heart and she wasn't one to waste time.
'I may have mentioned your name.' She typed back.
For a few minutes, Aleks' phone remained silent as she went about readying herself for bed. She considered starting on the after action report Winston would no doubt ask from her. But her body still felt restless and wound up like a toy waiting for the pin to be pulled. The possibility of Fareeha joining her soon was not helping her get into a sleeping mood.
Another chime. The report could wait until morning.
'That nose better be set properly or I will personally fly out and see that it is.' Angela sent into the group chat.
And not a fiber in Aleks' body doubted her statement; it had happened before when Fareeha reported an attack on her camp that left herself, several squad mates, and their field medic severely injured. Two hour later and Lena's Dragonfly was touching down with a very worried Angela rushing out of it. It definitely wasn't unlikely that the doctor would do the same for her.
Or so Aleks would like to believe. Surely Angela had more important matters to tend to at the base than to fly out to treat her stubborn ass.
Take it to heart. Angela was not the type of woman to speak lightly of these things, Aleks had to remember that. She was worth something to them, and they were worth so much to her. The thought warmed Aleks chest. As much as she wanted to, it probably wasn't wise to break her own nose just so she could see Angela sooner rather than later.
'It's not broken. The little man could barely climb through window, his fist felt like flick of finger.'
'Good. I'm glad you're alright Aleksandra. Please make it back home in one piece.'
Home…home
Aleks snapped another photo, this time minus the lewd hand gesture in favor for a simple thumbs up and large grin. Anything to put Angela's mind at ease.
With a loud grunt, Aleks lifted the bar onto its holder and wiped the sweat off her brow. Her body was aching to add more plates to it but she was alone in the gym and she knew better. The moment of pause left Aleks alone long enough for her thoughts to come spiraling back.
Fareeha had touched down late morning and was now touring the halls around her and she wasn't allowed to see her. It wasn't an official decree, Aleks wouldn't have let it stop her if it were, but a promise she had to make to both Angela and Fareeha.
'-professional environment…limit recreation time to off-duty hours blah blah blah.'
Aleks knew they were right, didn't make it any easier though. She wondered if Fareeha feeling the same way; did she want to see Aleks as much as Aleks wanted to see her? A thought. A doubt.
Another plate slid onto each side of the steel bar. Aleks could hear their chiding in her head.
'What have I told you about pushing yourself too hard when you're alone, Aleksandra?' Angela would've said with a mild look of disapproval and exasperation.
Once her fingers found a proper grip on the bar, Aleks heaved and lowered it to her chest. The strain and burning coursed through her like electricity that seared away the ache of loneliness, bringing with it more dull throbbing in her healing nose. It was rare that Aleks would be sent on a mission without Fareeha or Angela, even less so to be sent out completely alone.
But she wasn't alone really, Aleks could always ask one of the guards to accompany her to the gym, perhaps even convince Katya to work out with her. Or to just hang out, eat some cabbage pierogi, share a few drinks.
The thought of Fareeha being somewhere only meters away from her. So close.
'Maxing out without me?'
Aleks jumped, nearly dropping the bar onto her neck. She quickly racked it and looked expectantly at the door of the gym.
Nothing. Fareeha's voice could be heard muffled through the ceiling above her, one of the living rooms if Aleks remembered the layout correctly. But not in the room with her like she had so vividly imagined it.
She dabbed her towel across her clammy skin and over the chest that housed her thundering heart. Shame began to well up into her throat. Aleks couldn't even stand to be by herself for a week. Together they were strong, yes, but what good was it if Aleks couldn't be alone for more than a few days.
Aleks didn't know when Fareeha would be off shift but dinner was in a few hours and Katya preferred eating it with Aleks since she was a guest. Following that logic, perhaps Fareeha would be invited to join them. So hopefuly…
Her hands clenched into fists in her lap before Aleks got to her feet and walked over to another machine. She would work herself until she was too tired to feel this way.
The end of Aleks' pen was a chewed up mess when she dropped it onto the notebook in her lap, her phone chiming with Fareeha's message tone.
'I'm off-duty for the rest of the night. Where are you?'
Her heart did an obscene little twirl in her chest after reading the text and she typed a hurried response.
'Lounge in the basement.' She was far too eager to think of a witty remark to tack onto the statement.
'I'll be there shortly.'
Every minute that trickled by filled Aleks to the brim with restless energy. Her foot tapped incessantly against the carpet, her eyes unable to stay focused on the still unfinished speech in her hands. It wasn't long until her mind began to wander to finally seeing Fareeha in the flesh again. Alone with each other, Fareeha in that uniform that she filled out so well, plenty of soft surfaces to-
Discomfort urged Aleks to shift in her spot on the couch, a new ache between her legs to accompany the one between her lungs. Steps echoed down the staircase, the sound of combat boots striking wood. Aleks set her notebook aside and rushed over to press her body flat against the wall next to the doorway. If this were anyone, she would've scooped them into her arms with a laugh and a giant, crushing hug.
But this was Fareeha and they were little shits to each other.
"Sokol!" Aleks bellowed out the moment Fareeha cleared the doorframe.
Before she could even twitch in response, Aleks' body collided full forced into her with arms wrapping tightly around her like a vise. The two of them went tumbling to the floor, rolling over and over as they fought for leverage. Fareeha's holstered gun dug painfully into Aleks' side a couple times. It reminded her of why Aleks started making it a habit to shout of her nickname for Fareeha before a surprise tackle.
Angela was not amused when they showed up in the med-bay with a bullet wound in Aleks' shoulder.
Aleks' back slammed into the carpet after one final roll had Fareeha's thighs straddled around her waist. She was winded but continued to chuckle with carefree happiness like she had during their entire tussle. Her entire body was abuzz and looking up to see Fareeha's face staring down at her with her usual golden adornment framing her face; it stole her breath away all the same.
Her cheeks hurt from smiling so hard, so Aleks gave them a break by pulling Fareeha down by the collar of her black thermal for a kiss. Less of a kiss and more of a feverish smashing of Aleks' lips onto Fareeha's. To feel her lips to move against her own.
Groping hands threaded through hair, groans scraping by teeth and tongue. Aleks could feel the heat pricking at the corner of her eyes; in honor of the reunion and the sure signs that Fareeha had missed her as much as she missed Fareeha.
They finally parted with a synchronized gasp, taking a moment to simply stare into each other's eyes.
"I've missed you." Aleks said, not afraid to be the first to admit it because in the moment of finally seeing Fareeha, touching Fareeha; she did not feel weak for missing such a remarkable woman.
"I've missed you, too." Fareeha said, dipping her head down and pressed a gentle kiss onto the bandage plastered across Aleks' nose. Soon moving to her lips, then the side of her jaw and neck.
Aleks had meant to ask about her day, how the trip was, how long she would be staying. But it was one of those rare occasions that it was Fareeha's palms that impatiently roamed over Alek's body. They slid under her shirt and up her sides. The conversation could wait until dinner, there seemed to be more pressing matters on their minds.
"What is this? You making the first move?" Aleks teased and felt a huff of hot breath ghost over her neck.
Fareeha didn't respond right away. Instead, her hands left the sides of Aleks' face to quickly undo her own pants. Taking one of Aleks' hands, she shoved it down her underwear to show her the tangle of damp curls that laid beneath. Aleks' face lit up at the forwardness of Fareeha's actions. It wasn't unpleasant, a bit hot actually.
"That's your doing," growled Fareeha, thrusting her hips to rub herself on the heel of Aleks' hand. "You and your fucking pictures."
An immense sense of smugness blossomed across Aleks' lips in the form of a smirk at Fareeha's confession. This was exactly what she had intended with every shower picture Aleks had sent her after she finished her workout, knowing that Fareeha religiously checked her phone in case the message was of importance. To think that she was this much of a mess during her tour around the facilities.
With a hand still cupped around Fareeha's sex, Aleks pushed herself up into a seated position. Her lips latched onto Fareeha's neck, sucking, nipping, and reminding herself of the taste of her lover. She began to shift her weight onto her knees and Fareeha instinctively tightened her legs around Aleks' waist. It didn't take much for Aleks to hoist them both up with Fareeha wrapped around her front and walk them over to the fabric lined table.
"Oh? Then do you intend to punish me when you got down here, sokol?" Aleks said with a cocky grin. Her fingers teased at the entrance to Fareeha's snatch as the other worked to tug her pants lower. "Or are you looking for me to finish what I started?"
The first finger eased in aided by Fareeha dripping arousal. Fareeha made a soft noise of appreciation, her fingers digging crescents into Aleks' shoulders. She gave her a moment to adjust, taking note at how unusually tight yet wet Fareeha was. It hadn't been that long since they had sex and surely Fareeha had done something with Angela during the first week of Aleks' absence.
She shoved the confusion aside and instead focused on trailing wet kisses up Fareeha's exposed midriff. Gradually, Fareeha's walls began to relax, making each gentle thrust of Aleks' finger easier than the last.
"Another." Fareeha said, her words sounded more like a groan she didn't want to admit.
Instead, Aleks pulled her finger out until just the tip remained inside of her. Fareeha's hips shot forward in an attempt to chase the digit before quickly meeting the strong grip of Aleks' other hand.
"Ask nicely." Aleks commanded, watching Fareeha's face as a look of desperation momentarily replaced her usual look of pride.
It was short lived but it was there. The beautiful look of surrender, rare for a woman as reserved as Fareeha to display. While Aleks didn't have much patience for other people, she could spend all the time in the world chasing after the moment that Fareeha would finally let go and drown in her desires; to finally see her relaxed and enjoying herself.
"We don't have a lot of time," Fareeha's teeth clenched shut and her hips bucked up when Aleks curled her finger ever so slightly.
"Then you should ask nicely, sokol." She said back. It was true that it wouldn't be long until Katya would call them up for their evening meal, but great things came slowly.
Fareeha remained stubbornly silent.
And if this had to be interrupted by an hour of eating and small talk, then so be it. Aleks literally had Fareeha wrapped around her finger. The tables had shifted and Aleks did enjoy the look of impatience on Fareeha's face.
"Aleks, please," said Fareeha, it was too far early in the game for her to be begging. But with her pride pitted against her lust, Fareeha definitely did not want to spend any longer hot and bothered like she was during the tour. "Please may I have another?"
Aleks hummed in mock thought as Fareeha squirmed against her. A second finger began to tease its way into Fareeha's slick heat, watching her fidget at the sheer slowness of the action. She stopped it halfway and then slowly began to pull it back out.
"Fuck, Aleks, let me have another finger, please!" She hissed out. Her head snapped up to glare at the maddeningly smug woman.
"There we are," Aleks cooed, shoving the two fingers deep into Fareeha in one swift motion. Fareeha's moan was impressively restrained considering how much she was now soaking into the table, it always took time and persistence to coax out the best noises from her. "Was that so hard?"
"Fuck you." She bit back. A groan as Aleks began to find a pace.
"Nyet, you are in Russia where I fuck you." Aleks mentally cursed herself for making such a terrible joke in the middle of sex, one bad enough to earn an eye roll from Fareeha. She felt Fareeha readying her for a retort and pressed her thumb down onto her clit. Whatever words Fareeh had planned to say came out as a choke and a putter, her back arching as a bolt of electricity that shot up her spine.
"Look at the mess you are making, sokol," she said, prompting Fareeha to glance down at the rather large splotch of dark green where her juices had saturated the felt. "I should bend you over right now with my fingers still in your cunt and give you ten lashes."
Hot embarrassment blazed through Fareeha's cheeks. The lewdness of the situation and Aleks' words, of probably staining furniture that belonged to one of the most powerful persons in Russia. This was an Overwatch sanctioned mission where their employer resided somewhere above their heads only meters away while they had sex in their lounge.
Fareeha was a woman of laws and doctrines but fuck did breaking them turn her the fuck on.
"How does it feel to be fucked by my fingers? Have you gotten used to Angela's smaller ones? Is that why you're so tight, Fareeha? You will take another, I know you can." Aleks said, easing a third finger in with her thrusts. Fareeha's entire body curled around Aleks, fingers now claws that dug into her back. Her pants grew louder but her moans remained fettered by Fareeha's remarkable self-control. And Aleks knew just where to press to free them.
"A-ah!" Fareeha gasped and threw her head back. Stars danced in her vision as Aleks wound her tighter and tighter, her fingers swirled and hit the right spots with relentless precision.
"Don't hold back, I want to hear you scream." Aleks said moments before she sank her teeth into Fareeha's neck.
The command only renewed Fareeha's efforts to remain quiet. Of course she knew how much Aleks loved to hear her break, but after Aleks had so kindly teased her for the last two hours; Fareeha found it appropriate to return the favor. She would be able to hold her tongue and bring herself to completion before Aleks could wrench the pleas from her lips.
Because they were such little shits to each other.
With every bite, Aleks' teeth sank a bit deeper, stayed a bit longer, sucked a bit harder. Fareeha struggled to keep her instinctive whines in check.
So close. Aleks' fingers trusted faster with long strokes, her thumb rubbed hasty patterns onto Fareeha's clit.
So close. Fareeha's jaw began to ache from being clenched so tight for so long in her battle to remain quiet.
And so. Fucking. Close.
"Aleks, Aleks!" Her eyes screwed shut, it was coming; thundering loud in her ears with a hot tongue swiping over her pulse, it's blunt piercing sent a shudder down her spine. "Al-"
And then the sound of the over comm mic going live.
"Ms. Zaryanova and Ms. Amari, Katya Volskaya would like to invite you two to join her for supper in the dining hall at this time."
No no no no no
Fareeha nearly screamed out in frustration as Aleks chuckled and slid her fingers out of her; the sudden emptiness left her so needy of the orgasm she was only a hair away. It was a very real debate in her head whether to forgo the dinner and make Aleks finish her off then and there.
"Looks like we are out of time. A shame you will have to wait until after dinner," Aleks said. She playfully patted Fareeha's throbbing sex, causing her to jerk and shudder at the painful yet pleasurable tremors that came with every light strike. "Unless you cannot wait that long."
Their eyes locked; lust vs pride. Her hand came to a rest cupped around Fareeha's snatch. Aleks didn't care either way as long as she tore Fareeha apart into a begging mess.
It only took a second of contemplation before Fareeha swatted Aleks' hand away and leapt off the table. She was quick to refasten her belt and straighten out her shirt all while muttering curses under her breath. All Aleks' fault that the ache between her legs was ten times worse now, that it was incredibly uncomfortable in her damp boxer briefs.
post/147902297927/uh-i-dont#notes
The moment Fareeha's belt was buckle into place, she felt Aleks' body lean in close, her lips brushing against the corner of her own. Fareeha's lips parted on their own. Only centimeters of breath separated them.
"Remember, Captain," Aleks' shit-eating grin was enough to make Fareeha want to tackle her to the ground and teach her a lesson. But there was a hand now rubbing the front of her service pants, sending muted tingles of pleasure even through the thick fabric. "This is a professional environment and Ms. Volskaya is a very observant woman."
She moved her hand from Fareeha's crotch to the side of her neck and leaned forward. They kissed, deep and hungry, but it did nothing to stave how much Fareeha wanted Aleks' fingers back inside of her.
"Let us go upstairs! It's rude to keep someone waiting." Again Aleks teased with a wink and a slap on Fareeha's ass as she turned and headed up the stairs first.
Fareeha released an aggravated grunt. The stain on the table was painfully obvious, the smell in the room was painfully obvious, and hadn't Katya said something about security camera being installed in certain parts of the house?
"Amari, they are called stairs. Are you in need of 'step-by-step' demonstration how to use them?" Aleks called from above.
It was that moment that Fareeha swore she would do something to get back at Aleksandra, perhaps with the help of Angela…
'Professional environment'
Another joke as Aleks was currently rubbing her foot up and down Fareeha's leg from beneath the table. It had been an interesting noise to hear Fareeha stutter mid word when Aleks discovered she had enough reach as to tap Fareeha's sex with the toe of her shoe.
"I did not expect you have a billiards table in the longue down stairs, it's not common to see them in this part of the world." Fareeha said, discreetly kicking away Aleks' wandering foot.
Aleks paused her badgering. What was 'billiards'? She had thought it was just an odd table covered in an ugly green fabric. Perhaps a large cards table with built in cup holders.
"You are right, it isn't very popular nowadays, but I used to play with my uncle. His table became mine after he passed away." Katya said, her voice growing a touch softer from its usual business tone. "I hope to teach my daughter how to play one day."
"She is very lucky to have a mother like you." Fareeha's words quickly turned bitter near the end. The corners of her lips began to twitch downwards and her shoulders began to tense.
Aleks' foot returned, this time not prodding, but a gentle brush of her foot onto Fareeha's. And then Aleks' other foot until both were squeezing Fareeha's foot in between them. A hug, in a sense, dorky and stupid but the thought is there.
Fareeha looked back up from her food, catching the warm smile Aleks' was directing towards her. She couldn't help but allow a soft smile of herself spread onto her lips.
"Very lucky, indeed."
Aleks kicked her bedroom door shut behind them, their mouths locked in a flurry of lips and teeth. Dinner wasn't dinner in Russia without a healthy serving of vodka and somehow Katya had a bottle of Fareeha's favorite blended whiskey on hand.
The slight buzz magnified very touch of their fingers on heated skin. Clothing was quickly shed and tossed haphazardly around the room. With a rough shove, Fareeha threw Aleks onto her bed and climbed on up already naked from the waist down.
Aleks watched with a lopsided grin on her face as Fareeha shifted into place, too eager to tease her any further than the hours it had already been. Her mouth watered once Fareeha's sex hovered above her face; the sight beautiful, the smell beautiful.
All of it was Fareeha, and Fareeha was absolutely beautiful.
It had been too long.
With Fareeha's hand tangled in Aleks' hair, she brought her hips down and ground down on her mouth. This time, Fareeha didn't hold back, roughly riding Aleks' face to her heart's content. Her moans and gasps spilled forth like a chorus and music to Aleks' ears. It wasn't long until Fareeha was doubled over; body held up with a shaky arm twisted in the sheets and hips held down by Aleks' hand wrapped around her thighs.
Almost three hours had Aleks kept Fareeha in an on/off state of arousal. She did not hesitate to sit with her pussy cutting off Aleks' air and watching her struggle. Every sound Aleks made echoed through Fareeha's clit like a molten spike of lust.
Until Fareeha screamed out Aleks' name and her entire body snapped rigid to ride out the tremors of her long anticipated orgasm. Tense until Aleks' tongue slowed and her fingers roamed across skin pitted with countless scars much like her own. Content until they were both able to catch their breaths and shared a kiss that had Fareeha's hand wandering down and beneath the waistband of Aleks' sweats.
Aleks' punishment would come another day. Tonight, they bathe in each other's company in the light of the moon and the gentle waves of slumber in each other's arms.
The next morning, Aleks awoke to a sunless sky and the shifting of Fareeha who was trying to untangle herself from sheets and limbs alike. They shared a soft 'good morning' a kiss and then Fareeha was off to start whipping the security force back into shape.
An hour later, Aleks received an automated message from Katya's cleaning bot reminding her to 'refrain from consuming her protein shakes in the downstairs lounge area and to practice caution as to not spill them on Ms. Volskaya's furniture.'