Title: Saving a life (Mira/Naevia)
Rating: M
Notes: originally written for the livejournal community sbsfemslash's 2010 drabble table. Prompt: PWP. For those who already read it: slight changes that improve the narrative. Nothing major.
Summary: Naevia helps Mira.
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Their eyes engaged on each other. Naevia had told her it would be the only way to do it, and as she willed her senses to focus on the slave, Mira felt the room slowly but steadily blur away.
With an imperceptible nod from her, stating she was ready, Naevia leaned over and kissed her gently, until Mira adjusted, and then breathed as the new slave opened her mouth and ventured her own tongue into unknown territory.
Then Naevia's hands took hers and guided them along her body, smooth and firm to the touch. From her breasts to the navel. Then below. "Come closer," she whispered.
Mira followed the more experienced slave's instructions and arched her back slightly to let their skins come in contact, her hand still where Naevia's had silently instructed. She began stroking as the slave had told her to do right after they had been summoned.
Before she knew it, Mira noticed her body respond too. Then Naevia guided her to the ground and let Mira take command, whispering guidance between kisses. Their breathing increased and they let themselves loose, hardly noticing the women speaking as they watched.
"The new slave fairs well."
And suddenly, they reached climax and slowly stopped, both over the furs settled for purpose, not losing sight of each other. Unseen by prying eyes, Mira kissed softly Naevia's cheek and whispered her gratitude, for the slave girl had most probably saved her life.
Then, Domina's friend spoke. "Make them do it again."
Fin.