Okay so a warning that this whole chapter is basically smut (M Rated Content), read at your own pleasure, uh, I mean, discretion. ;)
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Conclusion Part 2
With her back against the arm of the couch and toes dug into the gap between cushions, Athena swirled the beer in her half-empty bottle. She took another sip and watched as Janey placed her drink on the ground. The junker settled back into the old 3-seater and tucked her legs under herself, knees just touching the assassin's feet. Her head came to rest in her hand, arm propped up on the back of the couch.
Athena's eyes followed the sway of her hair as she pulled her headband off; blonde strands being pulled back and then falling into her face. Janey's long fingers ran through the bangs, urging them to behave. The assassin smiled into the neck of her bottle as one pink streak of hair fell over the junker's forehead in rebellion.
"So, what's next for Elpis's Great Gladiator?" Janey asked, tucking said strand away.
Athena cringed, "Please don't call me that."
Janey laughed, cheeks lifting and nose crinkling gently.
"Whateva you say, mate," the junker relented, knee brushing over Athena's foot. "But seriously, you headed back to Pandora or…?"
The assassin didn't miss the anxious undertone of her question. Athena took one last sip of beer and, placing the drink down, rested her hands on her bent legs. "I haven't had time to think about it," she said with a shrug. Janey's eyes seemed to devour every word she spoke. "But…I don't think I'll be going back there for a while."
She watched the junker contain herself, forearm dropping to lay along the spine of the couch
"So...you gonna stay in Concordia?"
Athena stared at the junker's hand resting near her shoulder. She was tempted to reach out for it. "I, uh…" she looked back to Janey's face, previous thought dissolving away, "Yeah, probably, there's a lot of opportunities for a merc around here."
Janey smiled, apparently put at ease.
"I'm in no hurry to chase after Jack in any case," Athena continued, giving a tired sigh, "I don't think it's my place to stop him now."
The junker looked like she was about to say something when the lights suddenly went out. Athena stiffened.
She felt a hand on her knee.
"All good, just the port's power curfew, it's automated," Janey assured the assassin as her eyes adjusted, "See?"
Athena concentrated and found she could make out the junker against the couch, barely.
"Wait, lemme just," the black blob of Janey fiddled with something on the wall and the lights rose enough for her to see the blonde's features again. Her pupils were still as big as saucers, Athena supposed hers looked the same.
"Is it late, then?" she asked, trying to ignore how the lighting change had made her very aware of the taller woman's jaw line, and the way her shirt dipped in the middle of her chest…
Janey nodded, "Probs close to midnight, the timing's been kinda off lately."
"Right," the assassin spoke more quietly.
A few minutes of silence passed as the two women rested in the dim. Athena's eyes drifted closed.
"Hey, Athena?" Janey asked softy, fingers slipping from her knee to around her calf.
"Yeah…?" the assassin's eyes opened slowly, she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
"I just wanted to say…I'm glad you're okay," the junker spoke almost in a whisper, her head leaning against the couch now.
Athena could swear she'd felt fingers grace the back of her knee at those last few words.
"Me too," she replied. Silence returned for a moment before her eyes widened, "Oh, wait, I meant I'm glad you're okay. Uh, I mean, I guess I'm glad I'm okay as well, but-"
Janey chuckled into the cushion.
Athena sighed and looked up at the roof, almost rolling her eyes at herself. "God, I've screwed up so many things in the last two weeks," she admitted.
This caught the junker's attention, "Like what?" she asked.
The assassin laughed darkly, "I don't know, maybe helping to create a crazy-powerful version of Jack, who now wants to take over the whole planet?"
Janey leant forward, both hands coming to rest on Athena's shins, "He woulda done it with someone else's help anyway," she countered gently, fingers moving down one of Athena's bare thighs.
Ignoring her, Athena continued, "I didn't even take the Vault for him, I wanted-" she gritted her teeth, "I wanted the loot for myself…and the glory."
The junker persisted forward, stomach hovering above the assassin's knees, hand on the couch by her hip, "It's okay," she assured.
Athena felt one of Janey's legs against her own. She glanced back down and into those dark eyes. After a pause she let her leg fall, allowing the junker to pass. Athena found she had to look away as the blonde hovered above her.
Glaring at the ceiling again seemed to work.
"I couldn't even make the right choice with that stupid laser gun you modded for me," she practically spat at the roof. "Sorry about tha-"
Her breath hitched when she felt Janey's nose against her neck, "It's okay," the junker repeated, breath hot on the assassin's skin, "you can get me another one."
Athena could do nothing but stare at Janey's back as the junker trailed upwards, lips close to her skin but never quite touching. It took all the assassin's control not to react, though she couldn't help her fingers from clamping around the woman's scarred hip, muscles shifting under her touch.
The junker finally met Athena's eyes, lips parted. The assassin took a shaky breath. Janey smiled.
"Athena," she whispered, calloused hand cupping her cheek, "the fact you can recognise your failures means you're not gonna repeat 'em. So give yaself a break."
The assassin's thumb traced over Janey's hipbone tentatively and she allowed herself to reflect the junker's smile, "You're too forgiving," she breathed, eyes flicking to Janey's mouth and back again.
Athena saw a spark in those orbs as the junker grinned. "Nah," Janey stated, before closing the gap and kissing her.
The assassin responded immediately, her lips moulding easily to Janey's and, after a few nose-bumps, their movements soon became natural. Slipping a hand around the back of Janey's neck, Athena pulled her down so their torsos met. She heard the junker hum in approval and she revelled in the feeling of her weight on top of her.
They started out slow and sweet, simply indulging in each other's presence, however the kiss quickly became heated and it wasn't long before Athena felt the scrape of teeth around her lower lip. She couldn't help moaning when Janey sucked there gently, her tongue running along the sensitive flesh.
There was that enthusiasm.
Athena parted enough to let the blonde deepen the kiss, enjoying the taste, and the freedom she now had to let things progress as far as they wanted.
As Janey explored her mouth, Athena's hands began to wander. Her fingers slipped under the junker's shirt and spread out across her spine, traversing scarred flesh to arrive at smooth shoulder blades. She ran her tongue along the side of Janey's, taking control for a moment as the junker drew their chests closer together. She hissed at the sensation.
God that felt good.
Janey suddenly broke away from her lips and began kissing along her jaw and down her neck, causing the assassin's nails to dig in to the woman's broad shoulders.
"Janey…" she began, trailing off, not even sure where she'd been going.
"Mmm-you know-I still-haven't-" Janey spoke between kisses along Athena's jugular, "thanked you-properly-for-shutting-" she reached the hollow of her throat, "down-that laser-and saving-us-all." Janey nipped at her collarbone and the assassin groaned, overwhelmed by the signals her body was sending her, and frankly struggling to keep her hips from bucking.
She couldn't believe she'd denied this for the last two weeks.
She dragged the junker's face back to hers, kissing her roughly and gasping words between her lips, "You bought me-that-drink…"
Janey took advantage of her pause to deepen the kiss once more, tongue running along the roof of Athena's mouth and fingers delving into her hair. The assassin felt one of the junker's long legs shift over hers, knee settling near her hip, effectively straddling her thigh.
Janey began kissing her way toward the assassin's ear, "I think you deserve-a bit more-than that, my dear lady," she suggested, taking Athena's earlobe between her teeth and rubbing the edge of her hip between the assassin's legs.
Athena breathed in sharply, hips bucking against Janey's thigh. "Fuh-hnn…" she controlled herself, opening her eyes when she felt no more movement.
Janey was looking down at her, expression smug, but eyes playful.
Well, two could play at that game.
Before the junker could stop her, Athena pressed her lips to the woman's throat. She felt Janey's breath falter as she tasted along the smooth skin. Hands moving to the woman's hips, she inhaled her scent; machine oil…spices from dinner…and something else she couldn't quite pin, but wanted more of none the less.
Athena ran her tongue back up to Janey's ear experimentally. The junker moaned deeply.
Encouraged, Athena alternated between sucking and licking as she moved around to the other side of Janey's throat. She heard the junker swear under her breath when her lips graced the edge of scarred flesh, clearly oversensitive. Athena smiled into the kisses she placed there.
Athena found her confidence growing as her excitement did, and her thoughts rapidly slipped away as she simply let her body do what felt good, knowing she could trust the blonde.
"You know, Janey," she whispered raggedly, lips following scars upward, "-I think I might want," her teeth scraped Janey's jaw, hand moving along her back to the edge of her pants, "-to thank you, for all," Athena slipped two fingers past the hem, "-the help you gave me," she finally made it back to the junker's lips, kissing her heatedly.
Athena followed the curve of the junker's hip with her fingers, advancing into dangerous territory around her front, and teased the skin below her bellybutton. It rippled sharply under her touch, urging the assassin on. Athena's other hand joined in the sudden effort to try and undo the button above Janey's zipper.
As her fingers worked, Athena slipped her tongue back into Janey's mouth, caressing everything she tasted, trying to express the feelings she couldn't say out loud. She smiled into the kiss as her hands succeeded in their mission and moved onto the zipper-
She felt Janey's lips disappear suddenly, "Athena…" the junker whispered huskily.
Athena opened her eyes, breath heavy, "Y-yeah?" she asked, seeing the desire in the junker's gaze, her hands dropped away, "Are you alright?"
Janey nodded and the assassin felt long fingers grace her hipbone, "More than bloody alright," the junker replied, thumb drawing circles, not moving any further. Her nose nudged Athena's gently and the assassin had to stop herself from leaning up to recapture her lips, "Just wanna make sure you're alright…with this?"
That made Athena pause, her awkwardness rushing back as she was taken out of the moment.
She found herself staring at the flush over Janey's neck, "I, uhh…"
The junker laughed, seeming to sense her change in thoughts, and leant down to lightly press her lips to Athena's. "It's okay, just yes or no," she breathed across the assassin's skin.
Athena closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating on the feeling of Janey's body above hers, the warmth of the legs that entrapped her thigh, the breasts that pressed against her own, the arm cradling her back, that fucking hand massaging her hip…
She opened her eyes and looked up at Janey, "Yes," she pulled the junker's lips to hers, "God, yes," she growled against them.
Janey responded with a new kind of enthusiasm as Athena's hands tangled around her neck and in her hair. The kiss rapidly became hot and needy, and it was when the assassin's thighs began lifting to meet the ones rubbing against her that she felt Janey suddenly pick her up.
Athena kissed down the neck exposed to her as they left the couch, her legs wrapping around the woman's hips in approval, lips never leaving Janey's skin as they crossed the room.
Halfway to the hall, Athena bit down where the junker's neck met her shoulder, earning her a loud groan, and began sucking there, keen to leave a mark. Janey staggered into the hallway, slamming Athena's back against the wall roughly. She felt the hands that had been holding her legs tighten and slide up under her shorts, gripping her ass.
Bold. Athena liked her style.
She passed her tongue over the skin she'd been abusing and rolled her hips into the junker to let her know.
Somehow, Janey remembered how to walk and Athena squeezed her legs in surprise when her back left the wall, lips withdrawing from Janey's throat. The junker took the opportunity pull at Athena's tank top, tugging it upwards as they stumbled down the hall.
Wriggling a little against Janey's torso, Athena helped her remove the offending garment, lips crashing against the junker's as soon as it was gone. However, she decided too much clothing still separated them and roughly pulled at Janey's shirt as they entered the bedroom. Athena slid down from the junker's hold and, working together, they were soon left in just their underwear, kisses continuing.
Janey toyed with Athena's red sports bra before running her hands down the assassin's sides, gripping her hips when the Athena bit her lip a little harder than necessary.
Athena began to grow impatient, feeling her arousal increase by the second.
Eager to gain control, she turned their bodies and kissed Janey over to the bed, taking pleasure in the way the junker's body fitted against hers, even with their height difference. She tipped them over easily, making sure not to land too hard on top of Janey. The junker laughed before Athena silenced her with her lips.
Her mouth was ravenous as she straddled the blonde's hips, wanting to taste and touch as much as she could. She moved along a scarred collarbone, splaying her hands over the woman's stomach, before trailing down the valley of her chest. She heard Janey sigh as her breath ghosted along the edge of her bra, plain and black. Athena tried to undo it, struggling with the clasp until the woman sat up to give her better access.
Janey's head fell to the crook of her neck while she swiftly removed the bra, hand instantly cupping one soft mound and giving a gentle squeeze, appreciating the weight in her fingers. Athena found she suddenly wanted to stop and savour this moment, still in disbelief that such a kind soul like Janey's would even want to touch the darkness of her own.
She realised she didn't want to just have sex with this woman; she wanted to make love to her.
But these thoughts drifted away when the junker moaned, slender hands pulling Athena's hips closer and demanding more. The assassin was happy to comply, grinding down hard, enjoying the friction and the feel of the junker's tongue at her shoulder. She swiped her thumb over a hard nipple before leaning back quickly to pull her own bra over her head and urging the junker to lie back down.
However, just as they hit the mattress, Athena suddenly found their positions reversed when Janey rolled them over. "Hey wha…huhh…mm-", her words of protest died as the junker's mouth closed over her breast, teeth scraping the underside of her mound. The assassin's hips bucked and she grasped at Janey's hair, fingers tangling in blonde locks when the junker switched sides, tongue swirling and leaving a fiery trail.
Athena was like putty in the woman's grasp. Her hips jerked again, craving touch, and she suddenly felt a thigh rubbing between her legs. "Shit…" she gasped at the feeling, muscles throbbing, "I wan-hnn-ted to-"
The junker's lips cut her off, kissing her with a kind of sweetness that contrasted against the leg grinding down on her. Janey whispered into her ear, "Guests come first, mate," before taking her lips once again, hand sliding down past her ribs, bellybutton, over scars of all shapes and sizes.
Athena gripped the blonde's shoulders and deepened the kiss as Janey tugged at her underwear, she lifted herself up and the junker broke away to remove the red panties with both hands.
"Janey…" she urged as the junker slowly caressed her legs all the way down to her feet, tossing the undies to the side. The blonde crawled haltingly back up to her, eyes devouring everything they saw.
"What?" the junker grinned, placing a palm over Athena's stomach, "A girl can't enjoy the view?"
"Janey," Athena spoke firmly, making sure to keep the plead out of her voice.
She felt fingers finally delve downward as Janey mumbled into her neck, "Alright, alright."
Athena tipped her head back when the junker made it to her folds, fingers gliding easily over her wet arousal. She was caught between the sucking beneath her ear and the thumb that had just skirted over her clit.
Her breathing faltered.
After a minute of experimentation, Janey found a rhythm, palm rubbing over her in a wonderful friction, then fingers providing more direct stimulation, and then back to the palm again.
Athena's legs fell open further as she relaxed into the pleasure, struggling to do anything with her hands beyond grip Janey's hair. The junker's tongue moved against her lips in time with the strokes of her hand, increasing in pace as the noises escaping from Athena's mouth grew more frequent, her breaths turning into pants.
She felt Janey's fingers tease the rim of her entrance and she bucked her hips, groaning in annoyance when the digits withdrew. Lips that had been tasting along her jaw disappeared, prompting her to open her eyes. Janey was looking down at her, gaze dark and full of desire, blonde hair falling over her forehead. "All good?" she asked for permission huskily as Athena felt that pressure around her entrance again.
Seriously?
She lifted her hips, growling under her breath, "Yes! Fuck me, Ja-ahh-"
As soon as the 'f' had left her mouth the junker thrust two fingers into her. Athena gasped at the sensation, eyes drifting shut. Janey let her adjust before slowly moving deeper till her knuckles bumped against Athena's lower lips.
"You're real sexy, Athena," she heard the junker whisper in her ear as she pulled out almost completely before slamming back into her, "by the way."
The assassin barely heard the words over her own loud groan. She felt Janey kissing her and she responded distractedly as the junker increased the speed of her thrusts. Long fingers hitting the sensitive spot inside her easily. Her walls clenched tight and it was Janey who moaned at this, digits curling up to hit the spot repeatedly and thumb moving back and forth over her clit.
"Bonzer," the blonde whispered. Athena tried not to let the word distract her from stimulation she was feeling. Janey clearly knew her stuff and it made the assassin worry for a moment, knowing she hadn't head nearly the same amount of experience as most women her age.
But again, the junker's actions pushed all thinking aside and Athena felt the tension in her muscles build. Her hands balled into fists in Janey's hair.
She began tilting her hips up to meet the junker's movements, so wracked with pleasure she didn't even notice when Janey's lips left hers, or when the woman's blonde hair slipped from her grasp.
So she was in no way prepared for a tongue to replace the fingers thrusting into her. Athena's back arched up and her eyes flew open to see Janey's head between her legs, the assassin's toes curled and she had to stop herself from grinding against the hot, wet muscle passing over her entrance.
The woman's tongue worked wonders as it moved in and out of her, rolling up against the ridges of her front wall, not quite reaching where she wanted, but making Athena's hips buck none the less. Her arm reached out of its own volition to grasp Janey's hair, pressing the junker's face harder against her sex.
Eventually, as the heat moving through her body became almost unbearable, Athena felt Janey switch to using fingers once again, thrusting fast and burying deep. The junker's tongue began working on her clit, mouth sucking eagerly.
"H-guh-harder…" Athena managed to choke out, eyes fixed on the sight of Janey's face against her, nose pressed to her pubic bone. She bit her lip when the junker lifted one of her legs over a scarred shoulder, changing angles and complying with her request, adding a third finger to assist.
Janey's movements slowed, becoming long and hard, hitting her g-spot over and over.
Athena felt a familiar tingling start at the tips of her toes and fingers, rushing toward her centre as Janey's tongue swirled around her clit in time with her thrusts. The assassin's breathing became shaky and her walls began to clench.
It was the junker's eyes flicking up to meet her own that tipped Athena over, the woman's gaze sultry and devious as she worked.
The leg over Janey's shoulder pulled the woman forcefully against her as Athena came hard and fast. She almost ripped out a fistful of the blonde's hair, groaning out Janey's name roughly as the waves of pleasure rolled over her. Her head tilted back and her eyes closed while the junker continued to soothe her with fingers and tongue, easing her through the orgasm.
Gradually the rapid clenches relaxed into small tremors and Janey slipped out of her, lapping at her juices till Athena jerked away, too sensitive. Her breathing returned to normal, leg falling back onto the bed, and she opened her eyes to see Janey wiping her chin on the back of her arm, smiling ridiculously.
Athena propped herself up and pulled the junker toward her, kissing the blonde deeply and passionately, not caring about the taste. They stayed like that for a minute as Athena regained the strength and control of her muscles.
Courtesies and 'thank yous' over, the assassin placed a hand on Janey's hip, turning the junker over easily.
Keen to get back to what she'd wanted to do from the start, Athena dragged down Janey's underwear, the junker helping her by kicking them off, and straddled the lanky woman. Determined, she grabbed the hands reaching for her chest and pinned them above the blonde's head.
"-thena," Janey wriggled in complaint, but Athena's hold was strong. She looked down at the woman under her. Grease smudged skin, toned stomach, heaving chest, tattooed arm, and burn scars that wrapped around the right side of her neck down to her thigh…Athena rocked her hips as she ran her hand up the woman's side, relishing in her subtle curves, and the gasp she let out.
When her palm skirted Janey's breast, and the junker strained against her hold with a loud groan, Athena was brought back to the point. Grinding down again she captured one erect nipple between her lips, sucking gently before adding teeth.
"Huu-Athena..." the blonde whispered desperately.
Smiling, the assassin let go of Janey's hands and kissed her almost sweetly on the lips before suddenly nipping her ear. The junker's hips rose in response as Athena began biting, sucking, and kissing her way all over Janey's body, addicted to the taste and the deep moans coming from the woman's throat.
The assassin was rough and aggressive, indulging in the strange desire to mark and declare the blonde as hers.
No protests came from Janey, the junker's fingers scraping along Athena's scalp and back, so the assassin continued her teasing and mapping for a few more minutes. However when her knee graced between Janey's legs, and she felt the woman's dripping arousal, she decided to change tactics.
Capturing the junker's lips heatedly, she delved her hand into the wet folds of her sex, slipping a finger into her without warning. Janey swore under the assassin's lips and Athena felt a long leg wrap around her hip.
She added another finger and watched with enthralment as the junker's eyebrows pushed together, swollen lips parting to draw a sharp breath.
Athena paused only to take pleasure in the slick, hot sides of Janey's entrance, before pulling back and thrusting into her. She struggled to find a rhythm, distracted by the moans coming from the junker and the feel of their chests brushing together as she moved.
Athena remembered something just as her fingers managed to locate the ridged spot that made Janey's nails dig into her back.
She bent the leg not flung over her hip to gain better access, before murmuring against her lips, "Janey," she spoke the name with as much affection as she could.
"Y-yeah…?" the junker gasped, not even opening her eyes. She tilted her head back when Athena pulled out to brush her palm over her clit.
"I just-" she added a third finger as she delved back in, teeth nipping at the junker's bottom lip, "I think all-of your-mmm," Janey's hand had grasped her wrist, urging Athena to go faster while the blonde worked her clit herself, "all your scars-are-attractive- you're mmm-beautiful." She drove her hand particularly hard to punctuate the statement.
"Hnn," Janey breathed, mouth turning up in a quick smile. Athena saw the expression get lost as their combined efforts brought her closer to the edge.
Athena felt the first clench around her fingers just as she found a sensitive spot to suck under the woman's chin. Knowing what the signal indicated, Athena trailed down Janey's throat and ignored her burning arm muscles to thrust harder.
The junker's hips jerked erratically, matching her breathing, and Athena began curling her fingers to try and bring the woman to a finish. Surprisingly, it was the assassin's voice that seemed to trigger her orgasm, Janey's walls clenching tightly as Athena had growled a husky, "Come on," into the crook of her neck.
Janey panted Athena's name as she rode it out, the assassin still moving against her silky walls slowly, mouth encasing the tip of her scarred breast. Eventually the junker's leg dropped away from her hip and Athena felt the tremors around her fingers lessen.
Janey's long arms pulled the assassin's face back up to hers, taking Athena's lips in a lazy and satisfied kiss.
The assassin gently pulled out and Janey's hips lifted up at the loss, Athena broke off the kiss and raised an eyebrow at the flushed blonde below her.
"Please tell me this isn't a 'one-time' thing?" Janey breathed, "'Cause that was like, amazing."
Athena stared at her for a moment, studying the little crinkle of worry between the junker's eyebrows.
"Hell no it's not," she declared, kissing away the grin which had immediately flashed across Janey's face.
The pair didn't stay like that for long, both tired and content, and so they each took a turn to clean up in the bathroom before returning to bed. Athena had found another of Janey's shirts on her way back, pulling it over her head and crawling under the covers after the junker. As soon as she'd laid her head down, Janey's arm had wrapped around her waist, cheek coming to rest just above her heart.
Of course she'd be a cuddlier.
Not that Athena minded, pressing her lips to the top of the blonde's head, and placing her hand over the arm that entrapped her.
Looking down, the assassin was watching Janey's eyes drift shut when something occurred to her.
"Janey," she said as softly as she could.
"Mm?" the junker's arm tightened around her middle.
"Where the fuck did you get a double bed from?" she asked honestly, never having seen one the whole time she'd been on the moon.
Janey lifted her head slightly to look Athena dead in the eye, "Seriously, Athena, don't ask."
And she never did.