A/N: The product of a mind's discombobulation of vomited words all over the place…
Tickle that cheek, and take your throne
Pump your veins with gushing gold
-Glass Animals, "Black Mambo"
The sunlight felt divine.
She didn't worship the sun however. She appreciated it for what it was, what it provided, but she did not actively worship it. For some, it was probably blasphemy that she did not worship the Queen either, given her service and devotion. She did not however, and to those few that would actually consider themselves to be close to her; something that was truly a rarity in the great expanse of Cosmos, knew that her own religious beliefs ran in hedonistic avenues. If anything, she worshipped her Goddess, as she was the embodiment of such. She did not use it to her advantage, but rather accepted the nature of what it was and what it meant. That it was complimentary to her own mindset was just one of those things.
She was a Venusian, a quirky one given that she stepped outside their general norm and stereotypes to fight, to defend, to kill and likely ultimately to die for someone that wasn't her lover. For someone that honestly, she felt could use some serious growing up. Some force fed maturity. She would never say that out loud of course, she felt rather bad at times even thinking it, like it was a betrayal of sorts to her honor and duty. Instead she silently endured the overly bubbly personality, the whining and the ability to cry at the drop of an eyelash. It wasn't her place to tell her to grow up; she had a mother after all, it was just her place to die for her when you got right down to it.
But she was still a Venusian, ruled by her heart no matter the logic of things. Logic had a better chance of being acknowledged if it could work with her heart. Otherwise it was mostly disregarded. It might have been why she could think such things, feel such conflicting emotions, but she wouldn't let them out to the light of day. As a Venusian, her worship was that of pleasure. There were little things out there that was more powerful than inciting, and following through, with such pleasure to another person. Fuck for that matter, to herself. It was what made her snobbish when it came to her lovers; she had expectations that were often lofty of their own … performance … of pleasing her. Just as she had her own standards for her own actions when engaged intimately with another.
The sunlight however felt divine.
It bathed her features in a golden glow as her gaze remained closed, merely basking in the warmth offered as she lounged back against the chaise lounge. Rays reflected off of her hair, sending the already golden locks towards something that was akin to the sunlight now itself, tumbling down around her save for where they were held back by a piece of red cloth.
It was honestly though one of the few things that looked good on her at the moment. Otherwise she had to account for the wounds, the injuries that were bandaged and healing, and the soft acceptance that she would leave Mars with more than just memories and information. No, she'd leave with that and the more permanent reminder that scars carried. A history to remind her of all her failures, of all the time when her skill wasn't enough, her training was lacking, and countless other shortcomings to plague her until she finally fell and would not rise again.
But the sunlight held warmth.
She had awoken recently after what felt like the deepest sleep she had ever had in her life. She hurt but it didn't seem to be that bad, a catch of sorts along her chest whenever she breathed, an ache that wanted to linger but otherwise she felt mostly alright. Then again, she wasn't dead. If you weren't dead, if you woke up … well that could only mean that you were alive. That she wasn't shackled to something had to be a good sign as well.
A dreamless sleep had claimed her, hearing nothing, seeing nothing. She couldn't remember either; her last fleeting memory she could recall was the feeling of falling to her knees before the man. Her mind knew there was more to it than that, that further things had happened, but had mercifully shut them out. Instead she focused instead on where she was at; it might not be the safer or the wiser option, but then again there were few things that could be worse than being stabbed ultimately.
A single bed, swimming in blacks and red, was against one wall, it was from there she had awoken. A standing wardrobe of dark walnut, a small table and two chairs, and the lounge that she was currently resting on made up the last of the furniture. Off to the side, hidden by a screen was a small area meant for bathing and hygiene. It was a far cry from the baths she was used to of her home planet, but even the Moon didn't boast of such a thing. It was a simple room, yet for a Martian she began attributing that it held some significance. Honestly, it was meant more for a low to mid ranking dignitary by her standards, but who she was really hadn't been leaked out or ultimately didn't matter which was fine. There was a plush rug of something woven, and a hearth that at night she guessed would play host to a roaring fire that would ward off the chill.
Over the back of one of the chairs she had left a black robe; she had promptly removed that upon waking in it and more than enough bandages wrapped around her ribs especially and lightly about her hands. Black was not something she liked to surround herself with, no matter how it looked on her body or complimented her form. It had to go and go it did. After that she made careful steps to the wardrobe, opening it to look within. She had found her uniform hanging within, mended from the tears and rips it bore and cleaned of blood and bile. That was what she had donned though her jacket she left open, feeling enough pressure from the bandages as it were. That she hadn't drawn on a shirt first she didn't care about.
As she pulled on clothes carefully, really just a pair of panties and the jacket as everything else felt too restrictive, her gaze picked out that the contents of her pack had been hung up as well, along with her cloak. Someone apparently had found where she left everything, and was kind enough to leave it clean. It further drove home the point that at least she wasn't a prisoner. That had to be a good thing right there.
She left her armor; repaired and polished she noted, including her helmet, on the armor stand by the wardrobe. There wasn't a point and therefore she hadn't even collected her falchion for that matter, leaving it where it was as well, sheathed and hanging from the armor stand. If her clothing and armor had been repaired and clean, likely her sword was as well. An afterthought struck her, hands collecting her pack to almost frantically tear into it before the writ of passage to purchase transportation back to the Moon hadn't been discovered, much less disturbed.
The ship… "Fuck!" The word came out without a pause. In a fortnight of first landing here she was supposed to be near on the other side of Olympus Mons, collecting a shuttle with the Princess of Mars and on their way back to the Moon. "Fuck … fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck Gods dammit…" She stopped at once, mentally tried to count how many days it had been since her arrival, losing track somewhere around day five, or maybe it was day seven. Goddess she simply didn't know. If she was late to the ship, they were going to contact the Queen. Not that circumstances couldn't be explained but she really wasn't looking forward to that.
The Queen had never once called into question her devotion much less her abilities, but neither did she want that to start happening all the same. Releasing a sigh she let it go. She was likely late, very late she had to imagine, by a lot of days. That'd be a lecture she would save for later, releasing another sigh as feelings of lethargy washed over her. Closing the wardrobe with a shake of her head she slinked to the chaise lounge to sit on first, before even that didn't sound appealing, laying back against it instead. There, through the open bay flanked by trailing wisps of cloth; naturally the material had to be red and black, she looked outside to the view of the sky presented.
No, black wasn't her, her mind choosing to pick up on that instead of impending thoughts of tardiness and glowering faces and the reputation hit she would take from people she didn't even give a fuck about. Goddess she hoped that Ami and Makoto were getting along … she had rather just dumped them together before she headed off to Mars. That was all she needed, to come back not only to displeasure from the Queen but two more people fighting.
White really wasn't her either, her mind tore from the thought of cat fights, focusing instead on her attire. A safeguard perhaps to keep her sanity. White, especially brought on by the amount of bandages that had become too much a part of her attire, wasn't her. The uniform at least wasn't pristine white, more like a white and gray mix, but it was still too much. She missed her wardrobe, her dresses, her gowns, her sandals, fuck she missed sometimes being carefree. It was one of the reasons she hadn't even pulled on socks or her boots, instead letting bare feet carry her about.
Down her legs, past her knees and calves, at her toes she looked, flexing and curling them absently while she basked in the warmth of the sun, while her mind wandered along its unstructured thought pattern. It was putting her to sleep, feeling herself start to doze off once again. She knew she should get up, she should dress appropriately instead of the half-assed way she had. She should go look to find out where she was. The Priestess… she should look for her. That was important. Her eyes felt heavy; in five minutes sure… in five minutes she could get up and do all of that. Five minutes was a perfect amount of time…
"Somehow, you've managed to be dressed in even less than what you were left in."
A voice drew her from her reverie, from her light doze, an instantaneous reaction as her brow rose then her eyelids. Across the room with a turn of her head they trailed before they rested on the Priestess who stood silently in the doorway. For reasons she wasn't prepared to admit to yet, much less aloud to anyone, the sight set her at ease, removing lingering doubts. Her hands tightened to press herself to sit up, to stand… protocol demanded it in a fashion. Even with the notion of protocol being damned she wanted to present the best foot forward, even half dressed, to apologize for not being there.
She missed the fact that the Priestess had shut the door quietly and locked it even more so, finding it pointless to rise as instead, the Priestess reached her side, her hands pressing against her shoulders as she leaned over with a resounding, "No, stop." Apparently she needed both the verbal and the physical reprimand to stay put.
She couldn't help it and therefore did not. "Always need to be on top hmm?"
The Priestess sighed, or more like she snorted. It was adorable regardless of what it really was. "You're hopeless."
"Only for you." She didn't try to help herself, letting the words have their way, their moment as she grinned, relenting to lay back against the lounge. That it brought a blush to the Priestess' face was her reward, her boon, for such honesty. It was though the truth. It seemed like only for her that she would become a mess of hopelessness. It still caused her to smile though, liking the feeling.
She said nothing further, noting that the Priestess didn't either. It gave her the opportunity to just look at her, given that the other wasn't quite yet for meeting her gaze. Her gaze rose, fighting past the drowsiness that clung to her perhaps as closely as the bandages were, most of it was brought on by being tired and the rest she knew was from the sunlight itself. Lips quirked to the side, pushing up to sit upright instead of her lounge that she had been at. Her actions were not to buy herself time, but rather it was all a positioning. Upright she didn't stop there, collecting the other's hand within her own to pull, directing her to sit next to her.
At the indignant sound she just smiled a bit, regaining her balance that felt questionable given everything before she drew in a deep breath. Collecting herself she released it slowly, looking over at the raven-haired woman. "I'm sorry."
"Wh… what are you sorry about?" She was met with a bewildered expression, eyes of deep amethyst searched her face as though the answers were there plainly written.
Her fingers gave a vague gesture to herself, ignoring the fact that her jacket hung mostly open. For most sakes she was covered, just it wasn't exactly proper and if she was looked at from the right angle; of which there were countless, she might as well have just been naked all the same for the covering the jacket gave. She didn't sigh but there was one hidden in her words. "I … I obviously failed in … what I said I would do."
She had thought, given that she had enough time for it, about just what she would say to Minako once she awoke. It was a safe break away from everything that had happened since the blonde had been impaled. First it was the return of so many people rushing into the throne room, looking quite shocked at what had happened. Then it was so much shouting and arguing that she didn't pay attention to, far too busy trying to stop the flow of blood that was currently robbing Minako of her life.
So very much confusion until one man's voice clearly spoke out over the din of confusion, ordering people about. Before she knew it there were people helping her, two had carefully collected the still forms of Phobos and Deimos; ravens now, while two more came quickly bearing a stretcher for the blonde. Before she knew it, she had been whisked away into another room, men and women in livery were quickly removing Minako's armor and gathering bandages and boiling water and gods knew what else. She had tried to intervene, to help, only for a wizen looking man, completely bald, gently shooed her out.
Attempting to offer a protest only found her face to face with the man that had directed the confusion. His gaze was hard, somewhere between purple and brown. A face meant more for scowling seemed almost appraising; clean shaven he had neatly trimmed black hair. His clothing… the attire… it clicked in her mind then and there. "You're the King." She laced it just like any Martian would. The King had vanished months ago; some rumored years ago in reality. Few people had any respect for the King for abandoning his people.
Funny that here he was in front of her.
Her mind cleared the memories, looking at the almost forlorn looking blonde seated next to her. Closing her eyes a moment she shook her head, her voice soft. "It should be me apologizing to you … I. I haven't exactly been nice. And I'm sorry for that."
It earned her a confused look, eyes considering for a moment before Minako gave her a slight nod.
"You really are all... that you said you were?" She asked softly. Not that many would admit to that but still … she needed some degree of confirmation all the same.
The truth of the matter then. It was time to answer her question, likely it was one that she had from the very start yet never found an opportunity to give it life. "I am yes." Abruptly she rose from her sitting position to stand, turning to face the other. "Princess Minako of Venus, at your service." She spoke then bowed, lacing her words with her sultry tone, emphasizing especially the last word. That she probably shouldn't have done that while only wearing an open jacket and honestly, hardly anything else, didn't even cross her mind.
"Sit down for fucks' sake before you fall over!" The Priestess instantly fired back, grabbing her hands first, then her arms went around her waist as she was bodily pulled back to sitting next to her.
It had been eons it felt like since she had been so handled, unable to help the grin that came to her features. "So you do care then."
"Your foolish actions caused all your senses to vacate." Came the testy reply, a finger meeting with her forehead to lightly jab and drive the point home that much more.
"What can I say, I'm in such awe of your presence." The grin stayed, if anything it grew in size, in clarity and brightness. It was not going to fade anytime soon. Her gaze met with the other's shades of the night sky, losing herself along the way but how she really didn't care. She knew she was attracted to her, she had been from the first look. The rest came with time, the transition from wanting more than just a fling with her to something that most Venusians couldn't handle, and that was commitment. The problem of course was finding out how the other felt. Of things the Priestess was, forthcoming with emotional enlightenment was not really high up on her list.
"What was … Operation Bang the Priestess? He … the man … he said something about it. Before … Before you arrived, before he did what he did to Phobos and Deimos."
She had the decency to blush, lips quirking as though she shared a private joke with herself before giving a casual shrug. "Erm …. ah. Well." She trailed off; she had thought about it yes, she more than entertained the notion. Goddess did she ever fucking entertain the notion, but she hadn't put much stock or hope into it possibly happening. The Priestess, when she wasn't meditating or glowering, was going on about Venusian this and Venusian that. It took every ounce of will that she had to bite her tongue, and really for what?
It was disparaging and discouraging. Even out in the middle of fucking nowhere, a Venusian was known for being only concerned about sex. She changed the subject instead, "I … are they ok?"
The Priestess wasn't expecting that as an answer, much less the change of subject. It was obvious in her gaze, questioning her before she gave a slight nod. "The man … he wasn't lying when he said he was the last of a dying breed. There's been … people out looking for his apprentices, but none of them are so skilled as to be able to undo what he did to them." A thin sort of smile appeared on her lips, glancing at the open air balcony before back at her. "They seem to enjoy that they can fly. But … that doesn't answer my question. I even phrased it as such for you."
She felt her lips draw into a tight line, but she couldn't fault the logic behind it. The Priestess had phrased it as a question, perhaps it was a first. She had enough confidence abound that she never needed to resort to buying herself time in a conversation, but something told her … some feeling gave her a reason to. "You never did tell me what your name was." It was the perfect start, cerulean gaze taking in the other's slight blush across her features at the realization. "So because you never did, I had to do some substitution for things." She asked, and while it was never what she would call it, she could suspect all the same. "But no Priestess, I wouldn't call it … that. Never in those words … it cheapens not only you but the entire act itself." Her piece said she refused to look at her, taking in the room instead. Some abstract feature looked wonderful to view instead.
"You're a Venusian." Was all that she was met with instead of the answer she had supplied regarding her thoughts. The words were delivered without emotion, almost bluntly, just like a Martian would.
"Mmm, and you're a Martian." She couldn't help it, replying back just the same, adding in more life than what the Priestess had managed to infuse her words with.
"I thought all Venusians were…" Off she trailed, obvious to hit a sore spot. It was not wise, nor very honorable, to deconstruct the person that ultimately saved your life, time and again, and only flirted with you as some sort of compensation for actions that were done willingly. As though a few words, a few brushes of fingers or an arm or a body made up for all the injuries and blood spilled. It was why she trailed off instantly, the words were out and she could not take them back, the unmentioned words were just as loud even with their silence.
"I … I mean I … I didn't mean to…" She hastily began to correct herself. Of all the things she could say, why would she ever really say something like that? It wasn't at all what she had planned to say to her. She had a lot of time to formulate just what it was she would say and how she would say it. It was what mostly kept her sanity while dealing with everything else. Especially the reveal at the end. She half suspected that Minako had known about it all along; she seemed to know far more than anyone gave her credit for.
Part of her knew how that sentence was going to end, but the Priestess had stopped before it could be said. It earned her a tilt of her head, eyes refusing to leave her as she silently debated. She could be considered fickle at times, demanding in others, a perfectionist beyond that. A driven task master and for what really? It didn't get her ultimately anything save additional headaches and less and less sleep. Her day was taken up more and more by meetings and training and everything else that had been essentially dumped on her.
There came points in her life that she had enough and would do something about it. "A Venusian can be a lot of things… we can be just as possessive as…" Her voice trailed, growing to a softer timbre as she leaned over, closer to the Priestess. Her face was a breath of air away from the other's, a measurement she gave with a soft exhale to land to the other's lips. "Just as protective as…" She whispered, fingers rising to slowly trail down the Priestess' cheek, reaching the delicate line of her jaw before skimming along her neck. "Just as desiring as…" Her eyes drew to a slow close, in time with her lips that pressed ever so softly to the Priestess' own lips. "Just as wanting…" Her eyes opened anew, meeting the other's gaze without fear. "...As a Martian." she finished softly.
The silence she expected, the sort of way that the other just stared at her. Not with being flabbergasted, or being shocked. But perhaps with being amazed, or perhaps speaking the truth of feelings so clearly. She hadn't pushed her away, nor had she denied her the soft kiss that had been shared. Of course she hadn't reciprocated the event, but she was just as fine with that as it were. This was not the arena of the Priestess by large and far; it was hers instead. Full of passion and fire as she was, it was still a raw emotion that she had not yet found reason to seek refinement of.
At least not yet, but she could hope all the same. She could pray all the same. They called Venus the Morning and Evening Star after all, the perfect one to cast a wish upon for all those times before an evening out and all those morning after regrets. Her lips met with the Priestess' again, softly, never parting or intruding but a constant presence all the same. "Let me … show you, my Priestess. Let me possess you… protect you… desire you… want you. I'd be … more than happy … to show you what I mean." That was safer to say, far safer to say than what she really wanted to, but saying anything along the lines of love right now … she wasn't scared to. But neither did she honestly believe that her heart could take rejection coupled with everything else. It was her soft plea, trailing her fingers along the other's neck, stroking against the pulse that beat so strongly.
Gods just what exactly was she saying to her. She blinked, rather dumbfounded at the whole concept, as the blonde spoke. It was probably why she didn't even put up a fight, why the other could get as close to her as she was. Why the other could even kiss her without drawing a reaction. The last that tried didn't even get as far or as close, meeting with her hand in an outward slap, if not something more. She might not be the combatant that Minako was, but if properly motivated she could hold her own and did so.
She wanted to pretend that she knew all about Venusians. She wanted to pretend that she was in complete control of her life, of her destiny. She wanted that control and needed it, demanded and expected it. It was her crutch, her way of saying that all was right in her world and nothing could shake that foundation once it had set. From that notion she could build her fortress around herself, exude the icey stoic facade, and be perfectly fine.
That lasted all up to the point that the blonde, that Minako, had walked into her life. From that point onward she had forced her to rethink so very much, without the slightest effort. She still wasn't sure what she thought about that, much less how it made her feel. Her mind still frantically worked, processing the notion that not only was Minako everything she said she was, that she was sitting next to her, leaning over her, nearly pressed to her, breathing in her exhales, that she had kissed her.
That she had kissed her. That she said all those things…
"Tell me no, and I won't. Tell me no… and I'll leave you be." The blonde spoke softly, her voice laced with emotions that could spill one way or the other, to either opposing end of the spectrum. Her gaze shimmered with it, tears threatening in her eyes to cut through her face. "Tell me no … even if it breaks my heart … I'll let you go…" There was enough of a waver, a slight sniffle, and a tear escaped the blonde's control. There was enough that told her this wasn't an act, it wasn't something being faked. It was real, just like the tears that appeared. One welled, gathering and teetering on the edge before it cast itself to the chaos that awaited it. Down her cheek it went, its journey foretold just as much as its destination was.
"Minako…" Her hand rose, fingers splaying to rest just under her ear, allowing her thumb to brush against her cheek, capturing the tear that fell before it could be truly lost. She couldn't say anything else and therefore did not. Despite how it warred with her, pitting mind and heart against one another, it bothered her to see her cry.
She hadn't meant for her emotions to get the better of her, but they had. She was ultimately still a woman under it all, despite the confidence, the take charge attitude, the leadership. Despite her ability to fight and flirt and train and deduct problems and find solutions, she was still a woman and had a woman's heart. She was ruled by it so much as it was anyway, rather impressed with herself that she could keep it from influencing her actions as much as they had. She felt the tears well, silently cursing at herself for their presence. That one escaped made her want to rant and rave, until she felt the Priestess' hand rise, thumb brushing against her cheek to capture the tear for what it was while her fingers curled against her neck.
Surprised was one way to put it. Their lips met, softly at first. Once, then again, and by the third had found perfect reason to not depart from one another's company. She moved, balancing herself with a hand on the edge of the chaise lounge's back, the other for the moment on the seat. It would, she would move, that wasn't something to call to question. For now it was a means to balance herself, to press closer to the other without full out laying on top of her. There was so much time for that soon enough, after all.
She felt the other relax slowly, the tension from before melting away as their lips became familiar with one another. Breaths were exchanged, an exhale for an intake of air, a ragged inhale for an equally slow release. From barely open eyes she watched as the violets that captivated her nearly rolled back before eyelids covered them, submitting as much as the Martian would allow herself to submit. Oh she had no idea, no idea at all… her mouth took on an aggressive turn, parting for her tongue to use the surprise and slip within the Priestess' mouth. Her hand on the seat next to her rose, touching the other's cheek before it buried itself within the thick locks of midnight.
Against her she moved, her ribs found it was a much better idea than remaining perched over her. The release of strain was more than enough reason to let slip the soft moan, save of course she would have moaned all the same even without her ribs aching, feeling the Priestess return it with her own. There was something so satisfying about that, longing to hear it better than the reverberation of the sound within her chest, but that would be soon enough. Her body pressed her further to the chase lounge, her tongue readily engaged the other's until it was difficult to figure out, much less determine, where either of them ended and began.
Resting on her knees to either side of the Priestess' own calves, her hand left the perch on the back of the lounge to join with the other that left her hair, smoothing themselves down the front of the red and black robe she wore. Their mouths relented, hot and out of control breaths chased the other as their gaze met. She looked for a reason to stop, seeing only hesitation that came from the unknown. Offering a smile, something more than just one of her smirks or grin, she soothed her fears as best as she could with softer, less frantic kisses and the trailing of her fingers.
The need to take, to possess her was roaring in her veins, pumping in her blood. A franticness that made her want to ravish the woman before her, to claim her without hesitation. It would have been so easily to savage her; certainly it had been ages since she engaged in such acts with another and it wore on her resolve. Her body might be clamboring for things to go slow; after all it was still in recovery, but she ignored it.
She had control issues. Slow and passionate could come later. Least the other think just because she was a Venusian it meant she was passive, her lips found hers again. It did so much for her, resting mostly on her shins to either side of the Priestess, hands freed to trail down the front of her robes without hesitation over her breasts. The gasp of the other was like ambrosia, feeling herself come to life with just the sounds of pleasure.
Not to be outdone she reached, a hand burying itself in the blonde hair that cascaded like a waterfall of sunlight around them. She made a fist, tightening to a hold for no real reason other than the fact her hand desired to do so. As Minako's hands passed over her breasts her back arched, gasping in pleasure which her mouth instantly took advantage of. Her legs refused to be still, one rising with the bend of her knee to slide between the blonde's own bare ones. Pressing her thigh against the junction of Minako's, she was promptly rewarded with her own moan.
And a blaze of blue eyes that returned to being open. The blonde's body instantly moved to take what was given without realization, grinding herself against her thigh while her foot locked itself around one of her ankles. Her hands had been busy, the belt to her robes was pulled out from under her body and tossed to the floor. Yes, her mind envisioned this but to actually have it happen was something else entirely different. Something in her mind screamed about being too fast, about it possibly being wrong … but how could something that … that felt like this even be so?
Hooded eyes met her own, lips parted as the blonde was already panting above her. Gods what the look did for her, releasing her hair but the blonde was quicker at things than she was. Her robe was parted, her clothing for that matter was tugged and pulled off of her. Likely if the blonde was armed she would have taken that to her garments in her haste. It was alarming in a fashion and heartening in others. It wasn't some one sided affair, some singular thought. The guilt she felt for the thoughts she had of her melted away under the cerulean gaze that was slowly setting her on fire.
"Goddess you're beautiful…" she whispered to her, eyes taking her body in that was displayed so well out underneath her. It was almost whimsical that look, some cross between reverence, want and realization. Like dreams came true. She could do nothing more than watch as the blonde's hand rose, fingertips trailing against her cheek. Despite the bandages wrapped around her hands in their mismatched nature, despite the fact she wielded a falchion, her fingertips were soft. Against her cheek they trailed, down her neck. Her gaze followed the path of her fingers, occasionally darting back up to meet with her own.
As though she was really going to stop her…
"It's … it's Rei…" She softly whispered, her voice cracking somewhere at the start. Gods really, how the fuck could the blonde look so … beautiful even when half dressed, bandaged, and for the first time in weeks, conscious? She seemed to pause for a moment, absorbing the name before releasing a hum of satisfaction, before her lips quirked to a smile.
"Rei hmm? That'll be a lot easier to say than 'Priestess' will be…" The smile shifted to a grin, one that wasn't long to last as her lips once more found her own. Her hands resumed their state of activity from being idle, felt first at her hips. They trailed after lingering, skirting up her ribs. Her breath caught which only incited the blonde above her on, feeling tips of fingers tracing her breasts only for bandaged hands to lay claim.
"...Goddess… the things you hide … wearing fucking robes … all the time…" She murmured, breaking the kiss for a needed breath. More than just a breath; she'd never have enough at this rate anyway. Feasting, her eyes watched her hands, marveling in her own ways in enjoyment of supple flesh in her grasp. Goddess really, to hide a body like this beneath a robe seemed like a crime. Her skin was pale, luminescent even in the sunlight that lent light to the room. Against her hands that held just enough of a tan to showcase her own body, there was a noticeable difference in tone. Against bandages … even against their pristine nature her body seemed to make them look dingy.
Fingers and thumbs brushed against her nipples slowly, her tongue caught by her teeth and lips as it poked out, watching rather transfixed. She had been with women before; that wasn't the issue here really. It was more like … she had never before been with someone like her. She felt almost shy in a fashion, glancing up for a split second to see a blush infuse the Priestess' … no … Rei's cheeks. A gasp followed as she caught either budding peak of flesh to pinch, rolling it next between each of her fingers.
A shift of her body reminded her that there was a rather firm leg against her, a rather firm thigh that was helping to trap the heat she knew was building like an inferno. Her own breath released itself in a groan, seeking an outlet before she was consumed alive. Her body lowered itself once more, mouth following to trail along her neck, her mind infusing her actions with dreams of what she felt Rei do to her, given now that she had a name. Her arousal was tangible, legitimate and real, feeling the Priestess' body under her wither and shift the lower her lips trailed.
She felt the other's breath catch, the gasp that followed, the way that her hands came up to be buried in her hair and the instantaneous arch her back gave the moment her lips fell on her breast. Lingering over her heart her gaze peered up, looking, but eyes of dusk were long since closed. Desiring to see them anew her mouth shifted lower, parting for a single flick of her tongue over her quite responding nipple.
"Minako…" Was her reward, a gasping breath and the startlement of her eyes opening. They met with hers under the veil of blonde hair. How her name sent a shiver down her spine, busying her mouth instead of allowing the cocky grin take over. A hum of satisfaction heralded her eyes closing, mouth hotly claiming her while her hand gave her breast the attention her mouth could not. It was the opportunity for the other to slip under her back, aiding in the endeavour to press her closer in her desire for consumption.
Gods the things the blonde could do with just her mouth. Staying open or staying closed; her eyes could decide what to do. To the ceiling, to the back of her head, to the blonde hair her hands currently had a tight grasp on. So very many choices and decisions of just what she could look at, and each one sounded more than appealing than the last. Her body arched, almost bucking, pressing herself further against Minako's mouth if it just meant she would continue to feel what she was feeling.
Her legs were no different, suddenly remembering that they could move. Her thigh shifted, pressing up against what felt like damp heat held by soft cloth and the smoothness of the blonde's own thighs. It incited something in Minako, feeling her moan as much as she was feeling it, even with her mouth at her breast. Her mind screamed at her to do something, something in return but be it her inexperience or be it that she just wanted to bask in this attention she couldn't tell. She couldn't think actually … she couldn't dwell in anything save for pleasure brought on by each hot, wet suck of the blonde's mouth. It pulled at something deep within her, a lightning bolt, a live nerve that ended between her legs.
Squirming as though it would offer appeasement she was rewarded with a reprieve from Minako's mouth only for a scattered breath before it promptly claimed her other breast. Another soft cry followed, feeling her thumb brush at her otherwise abused nipple but fuck … how wonderful it felt. She'd willingly accept that feeling as long as she could feel it again.
Her hands left her hair, grasping at her jacket to test her nails against as the blonde decided to move on yet again. Hair teased against her skin, falling lower and lower, first at her collar, then at her breasts, finally her navel as she felt a hot tongue plunge into her belly button. An electric shock jolted her, the feeling between her thighs settled to an aching throb of need. If she thought she could think before there was no way she could now. Absolutely no fucking way whatsoever. Feeling was all that was left to her, as even her breath was nothing more than repeated gasps for air that left her starving for more.
"Rei…" Her voice drew her back, blinking her eyes more than a few times to return them to focus again. Minako was looking at her, her features flush in a way, just as breathless. Her hands weren't on her body but she could feel her body against her own, the nature of her jacket, the silky smoothness of her legs that trapped her own. Without her conscious command to, her hand rose to brush her fingers against Minako's cheek, following the gentle curve of her jaw. Lips met with her palm, pressing once before eyes of the deepest blue caused her to drown once more.
"Rei…" She whispered at her once more, having no ability or compunction to speak at a higher tone of voice. "You're mine, Rei … I'm possessive … and I won't share this … with anyone else…" Indirectly, she doubted that the Priestess understood the nature of her words. It would be something that she would dwell on for sometime. The realization wouldn't hit until later on, like a sudden epiphany. For her to understand right now wouldn't happen; her eyes held too much of desire and passion that coherent, logical thought was the last thing that would infiltrate her world.
It didn't stop her from smiling however, something perhaps secretive. She had control issues; if she ever saw the Priestess with another in such a capacity it would more than incite her jealousy. Effectively, she laid claim to her, desiring her to be hers and hers alone. Effectively as well she just gave her own sort of vow to Rei that she would be intimate with no other but her. It was a lot for someone to promise, a lot for her, a Venusian, to vow to. But it was who she was, and she did it without hesitation.
Her response was a hazy, half sort of nod. The feeling of fingers at her cheek, almost tickling. She couldn't help but smile, leaning forward to kiss her anew. Her lips desired, drawing the other to be an active participant in things. Nails she could feel at her back, hands, surprised that the other hadn't demanded her garments off but she wouldn't spend the time now to see them off. She was virtually naked as it were anyway; what was on her body wasn't going to hamper or stop her in this. A single hand trailed, following across her hips, her pelvis, down her thigh. Gently it turned to just a soft press of her fingertips, slowly lingering in their passage along her inner thigh.
Up they went, a soft brush against her lips without parting the folds, just enough to feel the heat, the want that radiated from her. Willingly her mouth collected the gasping choke that Rei gave, soothing her back to sporadic calmness with each stroke of both her fingers and tongue. For breath her lips finally relented, meeting the haze of amethyst with the want of sapphire. "Mine." She whispered one last time.
Minako was moving.
It was the only thing that her mind could actually focus on, other than the gasping need for breath, other than the constant hum of pleasure that was currently raging within her like a fire out of control. Her fingertips left her cheek; absently her fingers ran through her hair before the blonde's head was out of her immediate grasp without outright reaching. Against her body she felt a trail of kisses, the hot trail of a tongue followed by a teasing breath of air. Her hair was like spun sunlight after all, seemingly soothing her frustrations while making them all the worse at the same time.
Her body shifted, fighting against releasing a giggle but her mouth couldn't stop it; she was ticklish against her ribs. It seemed to delight the blonde who lingered, if only to send up more giggles that were taking all the air out of her lungs with each one that was issued. Finally she moved on, allowing her to catch her breath but not really. Not when her mouth was along her thighs, not when her hands were following. They hadn't returned to her there yet, not yet … instead they seemed to trail along to her knees, her calves. Without realization her legs did what Minako's hands wanted of them, parting until her feet rested flatly on the floor beneath.
She tried to follow along, tried to pay attention.
That proved to be impossible.
Up from her calf she felt the blonde's mouth, a series of kisses against the inside of her knee. Then the inside of her thigh. Her thighs that were parted, her legs that were spread and the blonde seemed to settle right between them with ease. Fluttering her eyes tried to watch, landing for just a moment, making contact and a connection with Minako's own…
Before they promptly rolled to the back of her head. What air was in her lungs was used up all at once as her voice cried out, "Minako!" The hotness of the blonde's tongue parted her lips, a long and slow lick that began and ended with her, stopping at the bundle of nerves that positively throbbed with need. Her hands reached, grasping for something, anything, tearing at the nature of the chaise lounge beneath her body. They continued reaching, a handhold of sorts desired and wanted on this throne of pleasure she was on.
Her cry did nothing to stop the blonde. If anything it gave her more reason to continue, feeling eyes on her but she couldn't see. She couldn't open her eyes, she couldn't do anything but wither under her. Her body bucked, wanting to get away, wanting to stay, wanting to feel far more. Hands she felt next, separately from the mouth on her that hadn't taken her yet but with each stroke seemed to be priming her for it. Arms slid under her legs, wrapping around, until hands were firmly on her hips. Denied movement it didn't stop her from it; it instead focused her bucking hips to drive herself further against the blonde's mouth.
The world was going white, exploding in bursts of pleasure. Her hands found purchase in blonde silk, pulling, directing, tugging once her hot mouth closed around the tight bundle of nerves. Relentless was the only way she could describe Minako's tongue, flicking at her, showing her to new heights that she was continually climbing. Against the chaise lounge her head thrashed to the left and right, her cries and moans a constant on the air. The low, barely there want that resided in her from the first time she saw the blonde had grown with the introduction of the images that her mind envisioned. The want grew exponentially now, culminating until that was all her world was. About to tip over the edge with only the barest of pushes to see her falling.
What felt like gushing gold filled her veins. Her body arched sharply, perhaps it should have been painfully save for the endorphins rushing through her. Back her head tilted, eyes flying open, unseeing, staring all the same as she felt one finger, then another, press within her. Their withdraw left her gasping for more. Their return sent her closer to the edge. Their rhythm and her hot tongue viciously pulled the world out from underneath her, and all she could do was scream "MINAKO!"
The world burst in sensations she couldn't describe, could never find the words for even if she tried. It was a kaleidoscope, a fire storm, a surge that no sooner could she feel herself crashing down from that suddenly once more ripped through her. The blonde was hardly done with her, her fingers curled within her, pressing, seeking, finding a spot that upon being touched had her screaming once more. Her second orgasm followed on the heels of the first, enough of a delay that she could tell it was not just the continuation, but a brand new one for her to experience. She fought for breath, she fought for coherency and she couldn't understand why she would want either when the pleasure Minako was invoking in her was so much more worthwhile.
What could only be labeled as gentle firmness, she felt teeth close about her and lightly tug. The fingers in her pressed, pressing against the spot that seemed to dictate her pleasure since it sent it raging out of control through her body. One last almost pitiful cry, a broken whisper of the blonde's name and her mind shut down completely, giving herself, her mind, her body fully to the sensations coursing through her. Her eyes fell to a close, her body going limp, feeling nothing but warmth while unconsciousness claimed a victim in her.
A/N: It'll be a bit of a break before chapter 27; I've got chapter 2 of Spoils of War to work on and I really should work on something with Recollection.