A/N: About time I got around to writing this up; the world could use some more Hood x Bismarck, no~?
Enjoy~
To Unburden One's Self
The skies were bright and sunny over the north Atlantic ocean; the winds calm and seagulls distantly squawking.
Clouds drifted lazily overhead, carried by the light winds and undisturbed by the black planes that raced through them.
BOOM!
Hood grunted, bracing herself right before the salvo of Siren shells plunged into the waters around her. Raising an arm to shield her eyes from the spraying saltwater the Pride of the Royal Navy took aim, using her other arm to guide her gaze – before with naught but a mental command she fired, unleashing a salvo of shells that flew over the azure sea below; and then promptly found new residence in the hull of a Siren Battleship.
Right before they detonated in a blaze of glory, engulfing half the black-hulled ship and sending it under. It was not alone however; the roar of aircraft engines making Hood's gaze snap skyward, her anti-air guns opening fire after a scant few seconds; peppering the skies with flak and machine gun fire. She popped two of the incoming aircraft, sending them corkscrewing from the sky afire, but one determined plane opened its bomb bay and dropped its bomb.
Only for it to splash harmlessly into the water as she turned at the last moment, getting sprayed by seawater but little else.
The rest of the fleet alongside her were quick to shoot the remaining fighter-bomber down alongside the others that lurked in the skies above, black flak clouds standing out against the blue sky above – leaving their guns to be trained on the variety of Siren warships ahead of them, exchanging fire. Several Ship-Girls had already been hit so badly that they'd been forced to retreat, the rest forming a rearguard to cover their escape.
''Hood!'' London's voice came over the radio. ''How much longer until reinforcements arrive?!''
''Not too much longer!'' Hood called back, grunting as a cruiser-class shell clipped her shoulder – tearing at the cloth but not knocking her back. ''Hold your ground!''
An affirmative came over the radio, followed by a sharp grunt as London took a direct hit from the enemy Heavy Cruiser. Adjusting her aim Hood targeted the ship in question and let loose a fresh salvo on it, her guns erupting with smoke and lobbing eight shells into the enemy cruiser, obliterating it in a churning gout of flame. However there was two more to replace it, both of which pelted her in return with shells, earning a sharp grunt from Hood herself.
It was the loud boom of a Battleship's gun however that snapped her attention to the left, cursing in her mind as she saw the Siren shell whizzing straight for her unguarded side.
Only for a familiar flag to fly as a battle-standard entered her view – and with blonde hair whipping behind her Bismarck entered the fray, one arm raising to block the shell racing for her side. The Ironblood woman grunted harshly, the shell shattering off of her armour-like skin and bouncing down into the water by their feet, but one look at the tight grimace on Bismarck's visage told that taking such a shell to her arm hurt.
Perhaps further motivating Hood to return fire, nary a few seconds passing before a salvo flew, and struck true – hitting the magazine beneath the Siren Battleship's turret and practically splitting the black-hulled vessel in two with the ensuing explosion.
''My thanks.'' Hood responded swiftly, aiming skyward as she heard more Siren fighter-bombers descending towards her.
''You're welcome.'' Tersely Bismarck replied, sailing forth and engaging an incoming Destroyer without batting an eye. ''Keep your guard up next time.''
Hood just rolled her eyes at that – a rather undignified display done only behind her back. ''And you make sure to get that arm fixed when we return.''
Bismarck said nothing, but the way she led with her non-dominant arm spoke of how damaging that shell had been. The arm wasn't broken, nor fractured, but the shock of stopping a shell with an outstretched limb couldn't be overcome with their armour-like skin alone. And knowing how stubborn Ironblood folk could be, the blonde would undoubtedly try and just walk it off. Hence, necessitating a reminder.
A reminder that Bismarck, after a minute of fighting, seemed to concede to. ''Very well.''
Hood just smiled wryly, detecting reinforcements coming their way from the rear. ''Good. Now, let's put on a mighty good show for our new escorts, yes?''
Bismarck just grunted an agreement, and off she went, firing her guns at any enemy that moved.
X-x-X
It would be just under ten minutes until their back-up arrived.
Mopping up the remaining Siren forces alongside them was the easy part; getting everyone back together and sailing back for port was a little trickier, mostly due to general fatigue, but they managed. Riding atop the hulls of their fellows the sortie fleet made it safely back to port and were readily admitted to the base's hospital under Vestal's dutiful care, their wounds healed up where they could be and others left to rest it off.
Which was what Hood found herself doing; laying in a cotton-white bed within one of the several hospital rooms, gazing at the ceiling. Most of her wounds were healed but Vestal wanted to keep her in for a few hours at her own insistent so any bruises would fade, allowing her to get back to work as soon as possible... thought, admittedly, she also opted to stay in strictly because she didn't want to waltz around with unsightly bruises marring her flesh.
''Hm...'' Shifting up in her bed slightly Hood gazed over to the window, idly admiring the sunny landscape beyond. ''How long you'll take, I wonder...''
She was thinking about Bismarck, of course. Having summoned the Ironblood Battleship to her room she knew it was just a matter of time until Bismarck showed up; she'd made a habit of doing whatever Hood had asked as of late, especially since they were assigned to the same fleet, though she was mindful to not exploit that generosity. Though she would admit to being more than a little exasperated with how overprotective the Ironblood woman was of her in battle.
Though she was mindful to never say it aloud, she suspected it all came down to guilt – of their past histories as warships, and how Hood herself ended up being sunk. It wasn't uncommon for Ship-Girls to remain uneasy or hold grudges over such acts, even though that was a different time, but Hood didn't particularly mind. The memory stung of course, her pride and the pride of the Royal Navy bruised by what was ultimately a lucky shot... but, she had enough grace to concede that fate must've had plans for her that day.
And, if anything, the more the two of them spent time together the more Bismarck seemed to be relaxing around her... though, admittedly, it was slow progress.
'Though if she could be more frank that'd be lovely.' Hood sighed to herself. 'Pretending that it's just 'duty' compelling her makes me want to whack some sense into that woman...'
As if jinxed by her thoughts Hood then heard the sound of boots tapping against the tile floor in the hallway beyond, bringing a warm smile to her face, one hand swiftly brushing some blonde locks from her eyes. It wasn't long before she heard knocking at her door, a delighted 'come in' all that was needed to coax her visitor inside, their boots tapping against the floor before they firmly shut the door behind them, locking it for good measure.
''Hood.'' Bismarck greeted her, tone firm and focused as ever. ''What did you need me for?''
''No particular reason~'' Hood chirped merrily. ''I'm glad you heeded my advice and stayed for more than ten minutes.''
''Hmph. My right arm is admittedly sore, so I thought it wise to let Vestal take a more in-depth look at it.'' Bismarck informed matter-of-factly.
Hood just hummed. ''And what did she say about it?''
''Nothing is broken, though the muscle is bruised. Vestal had healed what she can but wants me to take it easy for a day at least.'' Bismarck remarked with a roll of her eyes. ''It doesn't hurt much anymore, however.''
''Listen to the doctor's advice, biscuit.'' Hood teased, earning an annoyed look from the blonde. ''But let's put your recklessness aside for a moment. I have a request of you.''
Bismarck raised a brow. ''Do tell.''
''Well, you see, I just got some drawing brushes from some Sakura Empire girls. A token of thanks for a prior mission.'' Hood elaborated with a smile, tilting her head. ''It would be lovely if you could join me for an afternoon of painting.''
''I... don't really paint. More of a sketcher myself.''
''That fine. I have some sketchpads too.'' Hood noted without losing her smile. ''So, what do you say~?''
Bismarck stared for a moment, then sighed. ''Very well. Later this afternoon, then?''
''That sounds delightful~''
X-x-X
As promised Bismarck showed up to the Royal Navy dorms on-time... though she was delayed slightly due to avoiding the King George V class, subtly staying out of their line-of-sight. Could never be too careful with that bunch.
Shaking off the thought the Ironblood Battleship continued down the carpeted hallway ahead, passing by a couple Destroyers who paid her a glance but no more. She was grateful for that, the lack of unwanted attention easing her nerves as she meandered over to Hood's door – and after drawing a fortifying breath, she rapped her knuckles upon the firm wood.
Only a couple moments passed before she heard a muffled 'come in~', tempting Bismarck to push the handle down and slowly step inside, wary of what Hood might be hiding on the other side – the woman was about as unpredictable as a Siren when she wanted to be. On the other side however laid a rather normal, if elegant bedroom; the walls high and the paned windows tall, letting in plenty of light tinged amber by the setting sun. The blue carpet and cream walls blended well, the numerous bits of chocolate-brown furniture catching Bismarck's eye only momentarily, her gaze soon sliding over towards Hood's lavish bed, and to the woman sat beyond it.
A woman wrapped up in a blue kimono with a white obi sash around her stomach, a blue hydrangea flower in her dark blonde hair that fell down her right side in a neat curl.
''...might I ask why you dressed up like so.'' Bismarck deadpanned.
''Come now, there's fun to be had in dolling up like this.'' Hood jested back, smiling lightly. ''I though it'd fit the mood more. Help with the creativity and all.''
''A heads-up in advance would've been appreciated.''
''You'd wear a formal uniform regardless.'' Hood pointed out with a bit of mirth.
Bismarck opened her mouth, then shut it; grunting as she conceded that fact. Hood just giggled merrily and beckoned her over to the other side of her room, a sketchpad and neat row of pencils already waiting for her on the bed nearby. Bismarck obliged, plucking the sketchpad and pencils up and made her way over, only then spotting the table and chairs by the window, one of said chairs occupied by Hood and the one opposite empty and with a still-steaming cup of black coffee waiting for her.
Murmuring a thanks Bismarck eased herself into the seat. Sketching wasn't anything new to her, and with little difficulty she gazed out the window and picked out a random object as her focus – idly starting to scribble away, her pencil grazing across the paper languidly. Hood didn't interrupt; a relaxed smile on her beautiful visage as she carefully dragged the paintbrush across the paper. She glanced up, sensing her stare, but Bismarck just looked back outside again, continuing to sketch.
It would be easily several minutes before Hood eventually broke the silence. ''Can you sketch fine with that arm?''
''Mm.'' Bismarck hummed an agreement, flexing said arm lightly. It was sore still, but nothing she couldn't handle. ''It's fine.''
''You didn't need to block that shell.'' Hood idly remarked. ''Even should it have struck me, it would've given me a bruised rib at most. Hardly worth risking incapacitating your arm for.''
''Better not to risk it.'' Bismarck pointed out lightly. ''The shell could've gotten lucky and hit something major. Worst outcome would be I'd lose my arm. Worst outcome for you is that you might've lost your life.''
''Oh please, I'm tougher than that, you know this.'' Hood sighed dramatically, dipping her brush into some fresh paint. ''You've been awfully protective of me as of late. Perhaps that, was your main motivation~?''
Bismarck's pencil paused mid-stroke, her gaze lingering on some random spot of pathway outside.
Then she continued sketching. ''I don't know what you're talking about.''
''Today, you took a shell for me. Two days ago you sailed alongside me despite orders to spread out, in order to aid me in taking down the Siren's warplanes due to some of my own guns malfunctioning. Just a week beforehand whenever a Submarine or a Destroyer tried to send torpedoes my way, you ordered our escorts to target them, and specifically them, to the point of overdoing it.'' Hood regaled with exasperated fondness.
''I was just doing my duty-''
''I though you Ironblood folk were known for your frankness.'' Hood cut her off, peering over her paper. ''Perhaps I should rectify that notion, at this rate.''
Bismarck peered back at her, both holding the stare off for over a minute, the muted tweeting of birds the only real sound to disturb the quiet.
Until the quiet was broken by a sigh from Bismarck, her gaze languidly sliding back to the window. ''...I suppose I do it to repay you, for what happened at the strait, back then. Our duel, in what could have become a battle between the pride our nations, ended with a lucky shot that took you under in mere minutes. In that regard, I regret firing my guns that day, for you fell not to them, but to fate itself.''
Hood was quiet at that. After a long moment she laid her half-finished painting of a sparrow down and rose up to her feet, closing the short few paces around the table until she was stood before Bismarck herself. A slender hand slid down, grazing over the Ironblood woman's cheek, warming it with embarrassment but not in an entirely unpleasant way, drawing Bismarck's eyes up to Hood's soft ones.
''Though my pride may have been damaged by our ever-so-brief battle...'' Hood remarked gently. ''I have gained a friendship with you, which is far more valuable than my pride ever was.''
Bismarck held her gaze for a long moment, then averted her gaze down. ''Friendship, huh...''
''Oh?'' A teasing smile curled at Hood's lips. ''Might you want us to be more than friends, I wonder~''
Bismarck tensed, startled and parted her lips... only to fall silent as Hood leaned down, brushing her lips against her ear.
''Because, frankly.'' Hood whispered. ''I wouldn't mind that one bit, dear biscuit.''
Warmth flooded Bismarck's cheeks and she straightened up. ''H-Hood, I-!''
Words drifted off into silence as lips brushed against hers, temptingly close and alluringly perfect. The corners of Hood's lips curved up into a knowing smile, neither needing to state the obvious. Instead she slowly leaned back, and like a magnet Bismarck was pulled with her, leaning up to follow the retreating lips. With a soft sound too quiet to be a proper giggle Hood complied and leaned back in, allowing their lips at last to touch; fitting smoothly together and only enticing Bismarck to let the moment drag out, to savour the feeling of her lips against Hood's.
Unfortunately the moment passed and Hood pulled back a bit, just enough that they could make eye-contact. Not a word was shared before Bismarck grasped the front of Hood's kimono, pulling the regal Royal woman down, earning a feathery giggle from the woman in question before she pressed her lips against Bismarck's own in another tender kiss. It lasted just a few seconds but by the time they drew apart both craved it even more, their feelings made quite evident with one look alone.
''Let's leave these here.'' Hood breathed softly, sliding her hand along Bismarck's sketchpad and pushing it off onto the table.
Bismarck hummed, carelessly dropping her pencil to the floor and rising to her feet, one hand grabbing Hood by the back of her head and deepening the kiss. The Battlecruiser moaned into the kiss, a slight smile remaining on her face even as Bismarck guided her back step by step, neither breaking off the kiss as they dragged it out – until soon she shifted both hands onto Hood's hips and eased her down onto the sheets.
Hood offered to resistance, breaking away from the kiss with a coy look. Bismarck growled playfully back and darted down, her lips finding new residence in Hood's neck – nipping out a soft, swift moan from the Battlecruiser, one hand grasping at the back of her head. Their hats both fell off but neither cared in that moment, both losing themselves in the moment; shuddering as Bismarck pressed her body down against Hood's, pressing her into the sheets.
''Mm... oh, ah~'' Hood moaned softly as Bismarck's lips ran over her neck – her teeth nipping at her flesh. ''Didn't take much... Mm, to convince... you, aha...''
Bismarck didn't respond, responding instead by pulling her head out from Hood's neck, panting as she gazed down into the Battlecruiser's eyes. Hood's cheeks were flushed pink and her chest heaved with every quick breath she drew, a breathy sort of smile spread across her lips, one that grew more amused the longer she stared. Something that tempted Bismarck to act; to not let the lull in their act last longer than necessary.
Thus with only minor hesitation Bismarck slid her hand into the fold of Hood's kimono. The Battlecruiser just smiled knowingly, not resisting as Bismarck tugged it open, loosening her dress and tempting Hood's own slender hands down, undoing her obi sash. Without it her blue kimono came undone much easier, revealing the slender shoulders underneath bare of any cloth. Bismarck's fingers slid along them, tracing them down and tugging open Hood's kimono further, soon revealing the tea-drinker's chest clad within a traditional sarashi, pushing her breasts together.
''Hmph... even going that far...?'' Bismarck murmured.
''Why of course.'' Hood cheekily breathed. ''Would be silly to don the dress but not the undergarments?''
Bismarck hummed, leaning down. ''You know, traditionally... those of the Sakura Empire don't wear underwear, when wearing this sort of clothing. Would that mean you too...?''
Hood just giggled, one slender hand sliding across Bismarck's cheek and into her hair. ''Why don't you come find out~?''
Bismarck growled softly and darted down, mashing her lips against Hood's. The Battlecruiser moaned into the kiss and and arched her back a little, allowing Bismarck to peel her kimono further apart, tugging and pushing until her smooth stomach was laid bare. The loosened obi sash slid free and her kimono pulled open more, slowly as to not ruin the mood, but earnest curiosity egged Bismarck on, hurrying her movements.
Until soon she pulled away from the kiss and pulled Hood's kimono open... and laid eyes on a pair of lacy white panties.
''Hehe.'' Hood crossed her legs, smiling teasingly. ''I'm afraid I found it too embarrassing to go without them~''
''...Hmph. Just means I'll have to take them off myself.''
''Eh?'' Hood's cheeks reddened. ''M-My, that's a bold- Mmph?!''
Hood let out a rare, startled squeak as Bismarck suddenly dove down, claiming her lips in a kiss just as her right hand pushed into her underwear. Her nimble fingers slid along her folds whilst the back of her hand pushed against her panties, tugging and pushing them down bit by bit until Hood slid one hand down, moaning into the kiss as she helped the Battleship take her panties off. They dropped off her ankles easily, and Hood shuddered as Bismarck slid her gloved hands along her thighs, spreading her legs open.
''Mm...'' Drawing away from the kiss Hood spoke. ''Gloves off, dear.''
Bismarck paused, then after a second murmured an embarrassed agreement, hurriedly taking her gloves off. Hood was content to wait, smiling all the whilst and pulling her newfound lover into a kiss the moment she could, letting out a dainty moan when Bismarck pushed a tongue against her sealed-shut lips. Lips that soon parted, allowing the Ironblood woman's tongue inside to wrestle with her own, but Hood was nothing if not sly, easily outdoing Bismarck's tongue and wrestling it in an endless battle for dominance.
Then they broke off the kiss, both a little out of breath and with a string of saliva hanging between their tongues. It snapped a moment later and Bismarck shifted back, sending a shiver of anticipation through Hood as she felt warm breath touch her bare sex, her legs shutting a little on instinct only for Bismarck to grasp them with her bare hands and push them apart again. It was only when Hood felt a wet, hot tongue touch her folds that she realised that Bismarck had no intention of using her fingers at all.
''Mn~!'' Hood's back arched, a shaky breath exhaled from her chest. ''O-Oh my... you're quite- Mm~!''
Another moan cut off whatever she intended to say; pleasure rippling through her tense frame as Bismarck slowly, almost experimentally, dragged her tongue along her slid. Her fingers pressed against her inner-thighs and kept her legs spread apart, slowly groping and squeezing in ways that felt like a miniature massage, coaxing out a softer sigh of content from Hood – one that escalated back to a tight mewl of bliss as two fingers moved to her slit, spreading her open for the tongue that wriggled on inside.
Just feeling it inside her was intense, her chin pressing into her shoulder as she tightened up, a wispy moan escaping from her lips. The sound encouraged Bismarck to keep going, her tongue slow and surprisingly sensual as it slid in deeper, licking at Hood's walls with evident lust. Unable to keep her hands to herself Hood slid a hand down and tangled it into Bismarck's blonde locks, pushing them from her face and giving her a perfect view of the normally-stoic woman between her legs, tongue-deep in her and with a hot blush colouring her cheeks.
''Mm... ah...'' Hood moaned, biting her lip. ''Mm... q-quite the skilled tongue you have t-there... ah...''
Bismarck leaned back briefly. ''When you give speeches as often as I do you learn how to use it well.''
''Mm? Might there be an innuendo in t-ther- ohh goodness...!''
Bismarck shivered at the tone, her tongue already buried back between Hood's folds and lapping at her insides, feverish as she licked at any spot she could reach. Some places made Hood gasp more and others made her tense, the curious reactions only encouraging Bismarck to lick them more, her hot tongue pressing against the sensitive spots and coaxing moans and mewls out of Hood, the breathy words she let tumble out graceful even when she was out of breath, her free hand groping at her own breast.
The Battleship's hands were not idle either. Groping at Hood's thighs they soon moved up to her waist, feeling her hips and going up to her stomach, admiring the elegant woman's physique, of how she might be held should they dance or how she should pull her close the next time she could. The thought only propelled Bismarck's tongue, the slick appendage lustfully lapping up any honey that it could react, eating Hood out even as the Battlecruiser covered her mouth with the back of her hand, daintily trying to keep her moans quiet.
''Mn, oh dear b-biscuit...'' Hood breathlessly uttered her nickname again. ''Don't stop...''
'As if I had any intention to.' Bismarck thought privately to herself, looking up into Hood's eyes as she ate her out. 'I'm not stopping until I have you squirming beneath me, begging for mercy, until you're mine in both body and soul...'
Gripping Hood's thighs Bismarck followed through on that desire, tongue-fucking Hood with renewed vigour. The elegant woman cried out softly, sharply arching her back and pulling on Bismarck's hair lightly, rocking her hips and pushing her face in deeper, begging for more. Bismarck was all too happy to oblige, hungrily licking and lapping without pause, giving no quarter – and soon put her thumb to work, sliding it up to and over Hood's clit, teasing the sensitive little nub.
''Mm! Oh, t-there is... ah... a-ah...!'' Hood gasped out, clutching at the bed sheets. ''M-Myn~!''
Until with a quiet, whimpering cry Hood orgasmed on her tongue. Bismarck gripped onto her waist in an instant, hungrily lapping up the juices that soaked her tongue and keeping Hood's legs spread apart, uncaring of the wetness that stained her chin. The Battleship shook her head, tossing and turning in a fit of pleasure, her back even arching so sharply she formed a solid arch for a few seconds...
...before then all at once her energy left, and with an explosive moan Hood collapsed back against the bed sheets – a hot moan tumbling from her lips. Bismarck took that as her cue to stop, withdrawing her tongue and leaning back, one hand pushing her now-messy hair from her face. Gazing at Hood's glistening folds she ran her eyes up the Battlecruiser's front, admiring her taut belly and plump, heaving breasts, her face flushed a pretty scarlet hue.
''...Hmph...'' Bismarck moved back on top of Hood, feeling a touch smug. ''It feels good to see you so weakened by me.''
Softly Hood laughed, eyes half-lidded. ''My... such confidence, dear biscuit...''
A hand grabbed the collar of her jacket. ''But this has only been half the battle, you know~''
Faster than Bismarck could react Hood yanked her down into a kiss; passionately sealing their lips together. The Ironblood woman readily melted into it, groaning into the Battlecruiser's mouth as she reciprocated, letting Hood taste herself on her lips and soon too her tongue, the nimble appendage slithering in past her lips. As the duo French-kissed however Hood's free hand deviously worked its way down, pinching the side-zipper of Bismarck's skirt and subtly pulling it down.
So subtly that Bismarck only realised it was pulled down when her skirt slid off her hips, prompting her to pull away from the kiss with darkening cheeks – but any startled words were silenced as Hood suddenly rose up and rolled them over, pinning the startled Bismarck to the bed sheets. Another deep kiss silenced any forthcoming words, doubly so when fingers dove down and into Bismarck's plain white underwear, teasing her folds and finding them wet.
''Mm...'' Slowly did Hood draw away from the kiss. ''Nothing fancy, my dear biscuit~?''
''Had I know we'd be doing this I would've worn something more interesting.'' Bismarck muttered from beneath her, blushing.
''Ah, that's why it always pays to be prepared~ '' Hood merrily cooed.
''Just like you were prepared for that shell that-''
A quick kiss touched her lips. ''Hush.''
Bismarck did – by way of pulling Hood down into another kiss. The Battlecruiser just smiled and reciprocated, their lips fitting so perfectly together that neither had any problems dragging it out, a slow moan arising from Bismarck's throat as she felt two slender fingers push into her. She was already wet enough that Hood had no issue easing them inside, but the elegant woman soon proved herself to be quite skilled with her fingers.
The Ironblood woman found herself finding that out first-hand; short gasps of pleasure forcing themselves up and out of her throat as Hood scissored her digits apart, pressing them against her slick walls in ways that left Bismarck shuddering. Hood took advantage of her weakness, her kisses becoming deeper, more passionate – and never one to back down Bismarck kissed back with equal fervour, moaning into her lover's mouth and rocking her hips a little.
''Mm... M-Mn...'' Bismarck pulled back from the kiss, panting. ''You're lucky I can't move my fingers so well... otherwise I'd- Mm...''
A kiss silenced the breathless 'threat'; a smile on Hood lips as she pushed in a third finger. Bismarck let her know how she felt about that, her vaginal walls clenching tighter around the trio of digits – a spasm soon rippling through Bismarck when Hood flicked her clit, the little burst of pleasure nearly too much for her to handle. Feeling a bit stuffy in her coat the blonde hurriedly moved both hands to her heavy coat, fumbling as she undid the buttons one by one and soon let it spill open, the white button-up she wore beneath also soon undone.
Hood pulled away from the kiss, spending a moment to appreciate Bismarck's bust size, one hand sliding up and pushing her white bra up. Bismarck offered no resistance, warmth colouring her cheeks as she slid one hand up and groped at Hood's own chest, hefting her plump breasts about idly. Hood paid her back by curling her fingers mid-thrust, earning a hiss of pleasure – one that she soon muted with another kiss.
''Mmph...'' Bismarck grabbed onto Hood's head, keeping the kiss going. ''More...''
The Battlecruiser obliged, her thumb coming up and teasingly stroking her clit – eliciting a stifled spasm from Bismarck, her back growing taut even as Hood grabbed one of her breasts and began to toy with it. Combined with the fingers eagerly pumping between her wet, clenching walls and Bismarck found herself melting beneath her lover's assault, a strained groan managing to escape before Hood muffled it with a swift smooch to the lips.
There was no denying how good Hood was however; every stroke, every wriggle, every scissor of her digits sending spasms and shocks through Bismarck, her walls tightening around the slender fingers that made her feel so good. Her breathing hastened and her eyes screwed shut, her kisses becoming rougher and more demanding, losing herself in the heat that crept its way up her body and left her feeling so dreadfully out of breath, the incoming high so additive she succumbed to it willingly, naught but a string of tight gasps escaping her lips.
''H-Hood, I...!'' Bismarck tried to warn, her toes curling-
-when Hood flicked at her clit one more time, and Bismarck peaked. The short gasp that fled her lips preluded the orgasmic convulsions that saw her back pressing into the sheets, her free hand holding Hood down into a kiss as she furiously rolled her hips and humped Hood's hand. The Battlecruiser was all too happy to provide some pleasure, working her nimble digits expertly and dragging out her climax for as long as it would last.
''M-Mm...!'' Bismarck shuddered, the fog of pleasure gradually waning from her mind.
Hood let her down easy, fingers slowing inside her before pulling out altogether, allowing Bismarck to relax back against the bed. Hood joined her at her side, snuggling up against her with that same coy smile still curled at her lips, enticing the Ironblood woman to steal a quick kiss.
A quick kiss that soon became much more.
''Mm... let's get these heavy clothes off, biscuit...''
''Will take too long.''
''That- Mm~! O-Oh you... hehe~''
Within the hour both women would be bare of cloth beneath the sheets, lips marking each other's necks and hands touching all that they could in their feverish moment of passion.
[END]