Prompt:
"I'm as dry as a...well, I'm pretty dry."
Content warnings:
- lesbian sex
- vaginal fingering
- biting
"Shit."
Athena swallowed the word as it poured from Janey's mouth, breathless and wanting, and she used her hips to nudge the junker backwards across the DAHL facility map-room. She took pleasure in working her teeth over Janey's thin lips; they were chapped and ensnaring as they gave way to her, drinking her in, and she felt Janey hurriedly catching up to her steps, merely trying to stay afloat against the rush of her lips. At the half-way point, Janey gasped for air, and Athena only gave her a second of reprieve before pulling her back under, tongue running along her lips and into her mouth.
Pages fluttered to the floor as Janey stumbled against the observation desk, knocking the printer and spilling what was left of their motivational posters from its tray. Athena paid them no mind as she trampled over their faded and disjointed images. She focused instead on pressing forward till Janey's back thudded into the lockers stacked in the corner of the room. Janey moaned into her mouth, and Athena couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure. She didn't care. All that mattered was that Janey had finally caught up to the kiss, and was giving as roughly and desperately as Athena gave.
An orange glow lit their sides as lava plumed outside the window. Athena growled in satisfaction at the feel of having Janey pinned beneath her and, as Janey's hands began digging into her back and groping lower, she rushed to mould herself against Janey's form, replacing the orange light with the weight and muscle of her own body; chest pressing roughly against Janey's uneven one, hands spanning over Janey's stomach, then harshly around her ribs, and leg slipping between Janey's to rub against the hot need she knew to be growing there.
Janey's ragged moan forced her lips away. "Hell, 'Thena…"
Athena dipped her head into Janey's neck and took up a rocking motion with her hip, finding a rhythm that caused Janey's fingers to claw against her back and her pulse to jump beneath Athena's lips. Athena kissed down Janey's jugular, drawing the taste of sweat and oil and arousal into her mouth, letting it settle on her tongue as a sample of what was to come, and moved on to explore the ridges of Janey's scarred skin with her lips. Blood flushed under her tongue and Athena worked to draw it to the surface, knowing that it would flare purple and red, just one bite away from spilling into her mouth.
Athena groaned at the thought and quickly began to undo the front of Janey's tool belt. She followed the dip of her collarbones with her lips, around to the other side of her slender neck, and her own core throbbed when she felt Janey's fingers thread into her hair. They tightened with a gratifying pinch against her scalp while she worked the button of Janey's fly, and she followed the directions that Janey's moans gave her as she nipped and mouthed up her long neck, finding the smooth spot beneath her ear. Metal finally gave way under Athena's fingers, and gravity helped her once the button was free; the weight of Janey's belt peeled the front of her cargo pants open and framed a wide triangle of her boxer-briefs, presenting them like an offering to Athena's carnality.
With one last flick of her tongue, Athena withdrew from Janey's neck and returned to her lips. Her fingers ran lightly along the inside of Janey's briefs, breath ghosting over her lips; waiting.
Janey bucked her hips forward into Athena's hand, whining the way she often did while being tongued and stroked to a gentle climax of pleasure in the mornings before Athena left for a job.
Janey's lips lifted to Athena's, and Athena could feel the want in them.
And that was all she needed.
Her hand dove downward as her lips glided against Janey's, not as focused as before, but hungry as ever. She ran her fingers over the soft downy skin of Janey's lower stomach, skimmed through the patch of trimmed curls that covered her there, and finally slid into her slick and waiting folds. Both women groaned. Their lips fell away from each other as Athena dipped further down, gathering up the wetness she found and circling Janey's entrance in a tease before withdrawing to the swollen flesh around her clit. She lightly traced over a fold she knew to be particularly sensitive, and she smiled into Janey's neck when she felt a throb against her hand.
Janey huffed into her hair, but it turned into another whine as Athena took up a rhythm over the same spot, sliding back and forth easily, and pressing harder on the downstroke when she noticed the hitch it caused in Janey's breath.
Janey tilted her head back; Athena heard it hit the locker door. "Stop tea- ah!" Janey gasped when Athena circled over the hard ridge of her clit. "Stop teasin' me, 'Thena."
Athena hummed like she was contemplating the request, and began a faster pace with her hand, enjoying the quiver of Janey's legs as she struggled to remain standing. She slipped her free arm around Janey's lower back, supporting her with her forearm. "I don't know, Springs," she spoke by Janey's ear, her breath gravely with her own arousal. "You seem to be enjoying this."
"'Thena." The name was a plead on Janey's lips, and Athena knew she was close.
But Athena wasn't ready. She was hungry for more and, in a counter to her earlier desperation, she wanted this to last; she wanted to labour over Janey till her sighs and moans and the slick sound of her being taken were embedded deep in her memory, till they drowned out so many other things she wished gone.
Athena slowed the movement of her hand and began kissing back into Janey's neck as she switched to a hard, indulgent pace with the heel of her palm, drawing two fingers up from Janey's entrance, through her folds and back again in a repeating motion. Athena became lost in the smooth, pulsing wetness under her fingers, groaning when Janey's hips found a rhythm that matched her hand, and closing her lips over the band of muscle that connected Janey's neck and shoulder when she felt more wetness rush to coat her palm. She relished in the thrill of having this woman slowly come undone beneath her.
"'Thena-c'mon…just fuh-fuck me."
Then, as Athena felt Janey shudder and weakly grip onto her armoured shoulders for support, she finally sank her teeth into the cord of muscle under her lips and slid into Janey in one smooth movement. Janey gave a breathless groan. The sound wrapped itself around Athena's mind, just as fluttering silk wrapped itself around her fingers. But as she pressed forward into that pulsing, welcoming heat, Athena realised she'd waited too long.
The muscles around her throbbed in heavy, threatening pulses. She bit down harder into Janey's shoulder and quickly curled her fingers forward, desperate to feel and press into the blissful texture of Janey's front wall before it all ended. Athena drove her thrusts hard and fast, fingers curling in time with the swipe of her thumb over Janey's clit, working to try and catch up to Janey's fluttering walls.
She felt Janey tensing against her, around her, and she listened as the junker's breaths grew more and more shallow. Athena pulled back from Janey's shoulder, brushing her lips over the marks her teeth had left, and commanded into the bruised skin, "Breathe, Janey."
Janey gave one, trembling gasp, arching into Athena's hand, "Shit, I'm gonna–"
Athena curled her fingers one more time as she felt it, the tug of soft silk around her, and she braced herself as Janey came with a long, drawn-out moan of her name. Athena held Janey up as her inner walls clamped down around her fingers, spilling wetness into her palm in great, heaving pulses. The waves that rolled through Janey and into Athena's hand took a long time to lull, and Athena continued to thrust throughout, helping to draw Janey's pleasure out for as long as she could before the exhausted muscles could give her no more, and Janey nudged at her shoulders in oversensitivity.
Athena carefully set Janey back down as she slipped out of her, dragging her fingers up through Janey's folds, avoiding her clit out of sympathy and withdrawing from her briefs. Janey looked down at her, cheeks flushed with a glow of contentment, her eyes at ease, and Athena lent into the hand Janey cupped over her cheek. Her palm was large and warm against Athena's skin.
"Hun…" Janey began and trailed off when Athena brought her glistening fingers up to her mouth and sucked them clean. Athena watched Janey's pupils dilate.
"Mm, you're always so sweet, Janey," Athena sighed, lips drawing up into a salacious smirk. She had barely gotten the words out before she was pulled by Janey's hand into a soft, enveloping kiss.
"Only for you, my dear lady," Janey breathed against her lips.
Athena drew their lips together again as she did up the front of Janey's pants, clipping her tool belt back into place. She glanced down to admire her handiwork. "Well, I'd say you're not so 'dry' now, are you?" she commented, cupping Janey gently through her pants.
"What?- Ohh." Janey's eyes widened, and Athena watched as she somehow grew flustered, even after what they'd just done. A blush raced up her neck as she cleared her throat. "Oh...y-yeah I'll say. Thanks for the, um, hand with that one, hun."
Athena laughed, stepped back and wiped her palm clean in broad strokes across her pants for Janey to see. "Anytime, Springs. Anytime."
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