AN: Here we are, another piece to this one. This chapter is, admittedly, almost entirely self-indulgent and a little smutty. I'm sorry? (Not really, unless you're not here for that, and if you're not here for that, feel free to skip this one, or at least the later half of it.)
I did post a chapter before this, so please make sure that you read that one first, if you missed it.
I hope you enjoy! Please don't forget to let me know what you think!
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"Have you tried this?" Seven asked, coming up for air halfway through inhaling the burrito that Raffi had chosen from the replicator after listening to her frustrated list of demands for everything she wanted in something to satisfy her immediate "need for nourishment."
"I'm the one who ordered it for you," Raffi said. She rested her chin on her hands, content to sit across from Seven and watch her eat the food that, honestly, had her making facial expressions that made Raffi feel a bit inadequate—and a bit interested in other activities. "You know—I'm not sure I've seen you enjoy anything as much as you're enjoying that."
Seven's face reddened around another mouthful of food. She hummed her satisfaction with the burrito and closed her eyes a moment to better enjoy it.
"I apologize," she said, as soon as she'd swallowed her food. "You have to try this." She offered the food in Raffi's direction. It was a clear offer to feed her, and Raffi waved it away.
"I'm only teasing," Raffi said. "I like watching you enjoy your food. And you—and Baby Musiker—need the nourishment." She winked at Seven, and Seven smiled around her food.
"You should taste this, Raf," Seven insisted.
"I've had a Southwest Burrito before, Seven," Raffi assured her.
"Maybe you haven't had one this delicious," Seven said. "Maybe—our replicator produces superior Southwest Burritos."
Raffi laughed quietly.
"Maybe you're pregnant," Raffi said. Seven made a face at her, but it didn't put her off her food. "I know you're pregnant," Raffi said quickly, correcting any confusion she may have caused. "What I mean to say is that pregnancy? It can enhance the flavors of everything, especially since you're getting regular doses of that anti-nausea medication to keep any little tummy discomfort at bay. Still—you may want to take it easy. Just in case. That was a really big burrito. Maybe you don't need the whole thing in one sitting." Raffi backed up slightly in her chair. Seven didn't need to use words. Her expression clearly said what she had to say about that suggestion. "On second thought—it could be a while before we're able to have dinner and…breakfast didn't last as long as I thought it would. Did you want anything else?"
Seven finished her current bite of burrito, put down what was left—relatively little, honestly—and wiped at her mouth with the napkin.
"You are right," Seven said. "I should be more mindful of what I eat."
"See? Now I just feel bad," Raffi said. "You were enjoying that and—I put my foot in my mouth. Because, honestly, I was enjoying watching you enjoy it."
Seven put her napkin on the table next to her plate. For at least a half a second, she eyed the burrito like she might finish it, but she rejected that idea all on her own.
"You'll just have to make it up to me," Seven said. She smiled at Raffi and raised her eyebrow in challenge.
Immediately, Raffi's whole body flushed with heat. She cleared her throat.
"What did you have in mind?" Raffi asked.
"That depends on how much time we have, I guess," Seven said. She got up from the table. She deposited her plate and napkin in the recycler. She punched in her code and requested a hypospray. Raffi didn't know if her alarm was going off on her personal device, or if she could simply sense that it was coming. She flipped her hair to the side, baring her neck, and injected herself before she recycled the hypospray. When she turned around, she smiled at Raffi.
"We could christen this place," Raffi said. "Make it feel like home? We have some time. We've only really got to be at the party this evening."
"It already feels like home to me," Seven said. "You are home. Wherever you are, is home to me. It's where I belong."
Raffi stepped toward Seven, and Seven met her. She sunk into Raffi's arms and leaned into her. Raffi closed her eyes—an almost instant response to being this close to Seven and to trying to drink in every bit of comfort her closeness brought—finding Seven's lips nearly without trying. Seven kissed her softly, holding the kiss in a simple, lazy pressing together of their lips that matched the gentle pressing together of their bodies.
It didn't matter—nothing mattered. All that really mattered was that they were together, however that looked.
Raffi's chest ached at how desperately she loved the woman in her arms. Out of instinct, because it could be nothing else, she deepened the kiss, allowing her hunger to take over. Seven moaned at the kiss, and she obliged wholeheartedly. Raffi kissed her until neither of them had breath and were forced to pull apart—just far enough to breath. The warm dampness of Seven's breath against her face was welcome. Raffi leaned and nipped Seven's bottom lip out of the simple inability to keep herself from doing so.
"You taste like…salsa," Raffi said, laughing to herself. "And—sour cream."
"I can brush my teeth," Seven offered sincerely.
"Don't you fucking dare," Raffi said, tightening her hold on Seven. "I don't want you going anywhere except the bedroom." She leaned and kissed Seven again. Seven kissed her back without the slightest bit of hesitation. Raffi let her hands trail down and, cupping Seven's ass, she squeezed. Seven moaned at her and Raffi found that the pleasure of knowing anything she did pleased Seven made her smile uncontrollably. It also made her own pleasure throb between her legs. "You're about to find out that—food isn't the only thing that sometimes gets better when you're pregnant."
Seven kissed Raffi this time, and then she pulled away enough to practically consume her with her eyes—because that's always how Raffi felt when Seven looked at her so intently. As she usually was, Raffi was taken aback for a split second. Seven's ocular implant didn't register the dilation of her pupils with arousal the same way her other eye did. It was just another thing that was uniquely Seven—one that, perhaps, only Raffi truly knew about. Seven had, after all, come to her quite innocent in some ways.
"What did you have in mind?" Seven asked.
"I'm going to—take you to the bedroom," Raffi said. "And—I'm going to…pull your panties down…and…since I didn't have any brunch? I'm going to spend at least the next fifteen minutes eating your pussy to satisfy my cravings."
Seven's cheeks burned red.
"You think that's going to hold you over until the party tonight?" Seven asked. "That's not very filling."
Raffi smiled at the joke.
"I'm going for pleasure of the experience over feeling full," Raffi said. She pulled away, catching Seven's hand and tugging her toward the bedroom. "Come on." Seven followed her without hesitation. At the foot of the carefully made bed, Raffi started to help Seven out of her clothes. She only needed to suggest what she wanted, and Seven helped her. Slowly, she suggested that Seven be rid of each and every article of clothing. Examining her there, in the full light of the room, Raffi could have nearly reached her own orgasm without even touching the woman in front of her or enjoying the benefit of her touch. "Lie down," Raffi said, choosing to put a tone of command behind her words.
Seven only gave her a flicker of a smile before she swallowed it back.
"Are you—attempting to command me?" She asked.
"I am your superior," Raffi countered, swallowing back her own smile. She raised her eyebrow in mock challenge, mirroring the expression Seven made at her. "Lie down, Seven. Spread your legs for me."
Seven couldn't hide the dilation of her one pupil—since the ocular implant didn't respond at all to her arousal—or the visible rise and fall as her chest moved with her breath. Raffi started removing her own clothes.
"Is that an order?" Seven asked, tipping her head to the side.
"It's a command," Raffi told her. Seven held her eyes a moment.
"I will comply," she said.
"I know you will," Raffi challenged. She normally wouldn't have taken such a tone with Seven, but Seven seemed to be enjoying it, and Raffi certainly was. Seven took her place in the middle of the bed, on her back, and she moved both pillows to stack them beneath her head. The smirk on her lips nearly drove Raffi crazy as Seven reclined and raised an eyebrow in silent challenge. She opened her legs, very slowly, and spread them—knees bent—in a move that was both compliant and, somehow, challenging.
"What should I do now? Commander?" Seven asked. Raffi laughed quietly, unable to swallow it back. She followed Seven onto the bed and got control of her amusement as quickly as possible. She kissed Seven deeply, fitting herself between Seven's legs.
"Touch yourself the way that you like to be touched," Raffi said.
"I thought that was your job," Seven said, holding Raffi's eyes.
Raffi slid her hand down Seven's body and between her legs. There were parts of her that were, without question, wholly human. Raffi rolled her clit, massaging it beneath her fingertips in the slightly rough way that she knew Seven enjoyed most. For her action, Seven repaid her by rolling her eyes a moment before she groaned out her pleasure.
"Did you know—it's our baby that makes it feel so good?" Raffi asked, keeping her voice low. The touch was simple, but it pleased Seven. She moved her hips, pressing herself against Raffi's fingers, requesting more. Raffi obliged her. She kissed her, and Seven whined, her eyelids pressed closed as she simply focused on the feeling of Raffi touching her. "See—I remembered that…talking about the baby? It's a really big turn-on for you. I heard that somewhere."
Raffi kissed down Seven's chest, pausing to draw a nipple into her mouth. Seven writhed with pleasure, and Raffi sucked her nipple, pressing it against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. She allowed her teeth to gently scrape Seven, and she continued to rub her, warmth building in her belly thanks only to Seven's reactions.
Raffi had been to bed with other people before—namely her ex-husband and a few men before that—but even when they praised her prowess, they'd never made her feel as good as Seven did. Seven's appreciation for any touch and any tenderness was more enthusiastic than anything that Raffi had ever experienced before.
Raffi gave the other nipple the same treatment as she had the first. She absolutely ached, and that building ache was almost as delicious as Seven's skin, salty with sweat and desire.
"I better enjoy these," Raffi teased. "When our little one comes, they won't be my territory anymore…"
"Always…" Seven said. It wasn't much, but it was enough. Raffi winked at Seven when she made eye contact with her.
"They'll know I'll be back," Raffi assured her. "But—they'll have work to do. Important work. For our baby, Seven. Helping it grow." Raffi kissed her way down Seven's body. She paused, kissing the flat plane of Seven's stomach, imaging that it wouldn't be long until there was something more there—some evidence of their little one. Perhaps, even, the evidence would be there sooner than they'd imagined.
Raffi finished her trip and latched onto Seven, letting her mouth take the place of her fingertips. She slid her fingers down and sank one into Seven. It slid in without even a bit of hesitation.
"Shit—you're so fucking wet," Raffi said, breaking off from teasing Seven with her tongue. Seven whined in response. "And so…articulate." Raffi slid another finger into Seven and Seven raised her hips, seeking more.
"You're doing it to me," Seven said, a hint of pout to her tone that she had to wait even a moment for the orgasm that was surely coming.
Raffi laughed to herself. She stroked Seven with a "come here" invitation, and returned to teasing her with her tongue while she stroked her, inviting her to come.
"You want me to get—something out of my bag? Something to…help?" Raffi asked, referring to the very small selection of "accoutrements" they'd decided to bring on the trip.
She could tell by Seven's somewhat pained expression and the writhing nature of her movements, that she was on the edge of her orgasm and desperately trying to get the last of what she needed.
"I want you to stop talking!" Seven said, much more sharply than Raffi knew she meant to. Raffi nearly laughed in response.
"Come on, Baby," Raffi coaxed, continuing to stroke her. "Just—relax. Don't try so hard. Let it come, Seven. Think about—how good I want you to feel. Think about—how good this is for you. For the baby. How good I want it to be for you. Just relax, Baby—let it come."
Raffi went back to teasing Seven with her tongue, alternating between lapping at her—slow, long licks—and sucking at her. She teased her, spreading her fingers and touching her in a variety of ways that she knew Seven enjoyed. This—a relationship with a woman—had been a first for the both of them, and they'd enjoyed learning what they liked together. They enjoyed playing together, and experimenting with sensations.
Raffi fought back the desire to congratulate herself when Seven came. Instead, she came up to lie beside Seven, who was panting as though she'd been on quick sprint around the entire deck, while she touched herself, finding exactly what she needed to reach her own orgasm and find her own release from the ache that had been building as she'd watched Seven enjoy the pleasure that she'd focused on bringing her.
Seven found Raffi's lips and let her fingers trail over Raffi's body. She slipped her thigh between Raffi's legs, letting her use it for friction as she found her own sweet release. Raffi kissed her back as her orgasm broke. For a moment, they were able to pant together, trading kisses as they took in air.
"I love you," Seven breathed out.
"You have no idea how much I love you," Raffi responded.
"You didn't let me please you," Seven said.
"Everything about you pleases me," Raffi said. Seven smiled at her, her hands were still rubbing Raffi in a way that was reminiscent of a massage. Raffi rolled her hips, and Seven raised her thigh, sharing that friction even after the orgasm had passed. Seven was clearly enjoying the simple feeling of touching Raffi. Raffi enjoyed the sensation of being enjoyed, really.
"You please me, very much," Seven said.
Raffi hummed at her.
"And I want to continue doing that. Forever. But—as much I hate to admit it, Seven? It's been a full day, even though it's early. I think—you should regenerate. Just for a little while. Before the party."
Seven frowned at her. She held her eyes. Raffi nearly closed her own eyes against the sadness there.
"I do not wish to leave you," Seven said, touching Raffi's lips with her fingertip. Raffi kissed Seven's finger before shaking her head gently.
"You won't," Raffi said. "Your chamber is right there."
"But I must be without you," Seven said. "And I will miss you."
"True," Raffi said. She smiled reassuringly at Seven. "And I will miss you, too. But—if you regenerate now, then…I can hold you all night tonight while you sleep."
Seven smiled.
"I'll consider that a fair trade," Seven said.
"And I'll look forward to it all evening," Raffi said with a wink. "But for now? You and our little one need a little regeneration—and I need a nap."