She flung the datapad at their feet. Some of them winced at the cutting motion as the pad bounced off the floor and clattered to a stop. Kamilah clenched her jaw, resisting the urge to sink her combat knife into each of their bodies, regretting each time she had stitched their wounds and set their bones.
They had abandoned her. Left her in a collapsing bunker while they fled with only half the data they were sent to retrieve. She survived – pulling the last of the information into her datapad and crawling into an escape tunnel before she was buried alive. Every step she took sent a jolt of pain up her injured leg, setting off another bout of spite that drove her bleeding body forward, until she staggered into field camp. The shocked expressions of her teammates sent a vitriolic surge of victory through her veins.
They had been in the same class back in the academy. They knew. They had people waiting for them back home. She did not. Hers would be the most painless sacrifice.
Damn them all to hell.
Someone tried to stop her while she limped towards the field hospital. But she slapped the hand off her shoulder so viciously, no one dared approach again.
A month later, she requested a transfer. Approval and orders came through three months after. She was to be transferred to Heliopolis.
Ana snorted a laugh when she opened the door. Not that the sight of an overworked medic with a reputation for scaring the shit out of others was too hilarious. But the tired scrunch of her features and eye bags went amazingly well with her dark blue t-shirt, which had "STAY THE FUCK AWAY" printed across the front. Her squad had gifted it to her upon their return from block leave, but the top was a few sizes too big, so the sleeves almost reached her elbows and the hem just covered her backside.
"You're finally wearing it," Ana said.
"Seemed appropriate," Kamilah muttered. She shuffled into the room, body falling limply into Ana's embrace.
Smooching the head that landed on her shoulder, Ana led the near-dead human farther in and closed the door. Their dinner plan for the previous night had been shot when a minor emergency occurred near the end of Kamilah's shift, holding her back. A combat simulation had gone awry during another platoon's training session, and it ended with one-third of its personnel requiring prolonged care in the hospital. So Kamilah ended up pulling a 28-hour shift which had sucked the living lights out of her.
"Been busy?"
A faint groan in reply. "Why am I here," she mumbled. Ana had summoned Kamilah to her room after work.
Placing her hands on Kamilah's hips, Ana turned her around and led her towards the small dining table. She settled Kamilah in front of the bowl of warm tomato soup. Her tired charge stared at it for a moment, then looked up with an unwilling expression.
"When was the last time you ate?" Ana asked, taking a seat adjacent to hers.
"Can't remember."
"That's never a good sign." She picked up the spoon and waved it in front of Kamilah, who took it and dug into the soup in defeat. Kamilah had her head rested in one hand the whole time, delivering spoonful after spoonful of soup into her mouth. Ana kept herself entertained with her tablet, knowing the medic would not appreciate conversation at the moment. It took a while, but Kamilah eventually finished her meal – contrary to Ana's expectations.
Kamilah stared listlessly at the bottom of the bowl, then dropped her spoon into it. "Now I can't sleep."
"Please," Ana said, taking the bowl. "If I put you on a bed of rocks right now, you'd still get knocked out."
"It's not healthy to go right to sleep."
"It's fine if you don't do it that often." Ana nodded at the bed, and went to wash the utensils in the bathroom. When she was done, Kamilah was already sitting at the head of the bed, propped up against Ana's extra pillow with her legs under the covers. Turning off the lights, Ana climbed into bed next to her with tablet in hand.
It was becoming a more regular occurrence now, sharing a bed at night. The first time – discounting Kamilah's drunk episode – was when Ana had fallen asleep in her partner's bed, having been tuckered out by the day's intense training. She awoke to Kamilah's slumbering figure, and decided that was how more mornings should start. Her subsequent stays in Kamilah's room bred a new sense of familiarity and intimacy between them.
Though Kamilah took a while to get used to her presence, she started warming up to having Ana beside her at night, and Ana began learning her little preferences in bed. She liked being spooned, with Ana's arm slung protectively over her body. Having their legs entwined was almost a necessity, but at times just crossing their ankles together would suffice. Despite having an ungodly alarm, Kamilah responded to soft murmurs and kisses as well – much better in fact, judging from her lighter disposition when hell did not visit in audio form. Tickling her awake would result in a reflexive and painful elbow to the stomach – Ana learnt the hard way. And, if she roused Kamilah well enough, she might be rewarded with a lazy make out session that ate into their morning routines. But damn, was it well worth the rush after. Kamilah was more than generous with her touches while half-asleep, and Ana just loved having her ass grabbed by unrepentant hands.
Although, ass-grabbing didn't seem to be high on Kamilah's to-do list right now. She was scrolling down the news feed on her phone with such speed that Ana didn't think she was even reading the headlines. Perhaps just keeping herself in motion so she would not fall asleep too soon.
"Ana," Kamilah said as she shimmied her legs under the blanket, mirroring the medic's posture. "Our date tomorrow. Could we postpone it?"
"Of course." Ana stretched an arm around her shoulders, and Kamilah lay against her side, head resting in the curve of her neck.
"I'll make it up to you."
"No need." She kissed the top of Kamilah's head. "This is enough."
They fell into a comfortable silence then. Ana watched a crime thriller on her tablet, a new series that her sister refused to shut up about. Kamilah continued her aimless scrolling until her hand fell onto Ana's stomach. Her phone dropped from her grasp, and that was when Ana noticed her partner's head was drooping. Ana smiled, setting her tablet down and lowering Kamilah gently onto the bed. That Kamilah did not so much as stir was testament to how taxing the past day was. Laying her head on the pillow, Ana pulled the covers up to her chest and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead. She gazed down at Kamilah, trailing soft fingertips down her cheek before resting her arm over the medic's stomach. Ana settled in for bed as well, lying on her side so Kamilah's profile would be the last thing she saw before her eyelids fell shut.
Really, this was more than enough.
"Amari!"
Ana started, cloth jerking right across her rifle's handgrip. "Yes, ma'am!" she shouted automatically, recognising the ringing voice of their company commander. Her spine snapped straight as she adopted a smart posture in her seat. She looked up to find an amused expression on the captain's face.
"You seem ridiculously happy about cleaning your rifle, Amari," Captain Jaida said, crossing her arms.
Happy? Then Ana realised her lips were still quirked in a smile she never knew was there. Crap. She kept it on, though.
"I'm always happy to service my wife, ma'am," she said with a grin, holding up the handgrip of her 'wife'.
A few snorts came from her squad mates, who were seated around the armoury as well. Jaida nodded appreciatively at her 'dedication' and handed a datapad to Ana. She took it, glancing at the schematics for the cybernetic eye before raising her gaze back to the commander.
"These are the specifications," Jaida explained. "Better acquaint yourself before your first lab visit."
"Yes, ma'am. Thank you."
The captain waved a hand, already turning around and making a beeline for the leader of another squad. Ana skimmed through the document briefly, then set it aside. She would study it in more detail later. For now, her weapon needed her attention.
"You've been smiling since morning PT," Khalid said, voice low as he tended to his own rifle.
"Are we not allowed to smile now?" Ana asked. She did not look at the man who sat across the table from her, getting absorbed in the task at hand.
"No. It's just funny now that I know why you're looking like an idiot."
She rolled her eyes at the kissy noises, still refusing to look up at him. Finished with the handgrip, Ana laid it down and took the magazine. He was right though – she had been thinking of Kamilah ever since morning training. The medic had flashed her a smile as they dispersed to clean up, and Ana could not get the image out of her mind since. To the best of her knowledge, no one ever looked as sexy in a dull grey t-shirt drenched in sweat. And she had a date with that sexy someone later that night.
"Smiling again," Khalid said.
Ana smiled wider in response. "Yes. That's because I have more than my hand for company tonight."
"Oh, come on. Low blow."
"Didn't know you were that flexible, Issa."
She finished cleaning her magazine, twirling it between her fingers with a flourish as she reveled in Khalid's unamused stare. Ana reassembled her rifle in record time, then went on to tackle her sidearm and body armour with renewed vigor.
Score one for Amari.
Ana just could not wipe the damned smile off her face, it seemed. First Jaida. Then Khalid. And now Kamilah saw fit to bring up her goofy expression. Although the last person did it with less jest, and more…literally. When she spotted Kamilah strolling over to her car, the first thing Ana noticed was the black sleeveless top that hugged her figure just so, and the V-neckline that led Ana's gaze down to…whoa.
A slender finger tilted her chin up, and Ana's eyes were led away from the generous cleavage to an equally beautiful vision.
"Hello to you too," Kamilah said, knowing smile hanging on her lips.
"Hey." Ana kissed her gently. It was brief, but the fingertip gliding up the underside of her chin made it seem so much longer.
"You seem happy."
Ana blinked, made aware of her smile yet again. This time though, she did not bother with sarcasm. "I'm going out with such a stunning woman. Of course I'm happy."
"Keep it up with the flattery, and you might actually get somewhere tonight," Kamilah said with a coy smile, reaching for the door handle.
Oh.
She held the door open for Kamilah, eye contact breaking only when her partner had settled into the seat. Closing the door, Ana took a quiet breath which failed to douse the thrill tingling through her body.
"How was your day?" Kamilah asked when Ana climbed into the driver's seat.
"Maintenance." No further explanation was needed. That meant Ana had spent most of the day stuck in the armoury and was probably stir-crazy.
"I'll assume you have a lot of energy to spare, then."
Ana almost switched through two gears in one go. "I do. And how was yours?"
"Busy." A group of injured idiots arrived at med bay and fucked up her day.
"Good. That means you have a lot of frustration to work off."
"I do."
Ana released the parking brake, catching a glimpse of her smile before pulling out of the parking lot. She pressed her own lips together, already planning to pull every single trick out of her book.
Kamilah was much more affectionate than usual. Spontaneous, even. Where Ana would have been the one to link their fingers on the table, sneak a caress or two over her cheek, and cross their ankles under the table, Kamilah took the initiative and went even further. She played with her silver pendant and the chain it hung from, traced idle patterns over the back of Ana's hand, and brushed up Ana's calf with her foot.
Ana kept her eyes locked with Kamilah's the entire time. She was familiar with the little signals and suggestions – she had been at both the receiving and giving ends before. What she was unfamiliar with was the particular fondness that accompanied each response Kamilah drew from her. The woman seated before her was not just a means to an end. No, she was…so much more.
She lifted her hand, caressing Kamilah's palm with her knuckles, and laced their fingers loosely together. Kamilah rested her chin on the back of her fingers, watching Ana play idly with her captive hand before bringing it to her lips.
"Have I told you how beautiful you are?" Ana asked.
"Twice on the way here," Kamilah said with a smile. "Once after we sat down."
"Thrice, then. But it's still not enough." Ana snuck another peck on her fingers, then set their hands back down on the table.
"And how many times will make it enough?"
"I could repeat it until our hairs are white, and it still won't be enough."
"White? Already planning our future, Ana?"
"I'm a sniper, habibti." Ana smirked playfully. "I'm trained to look far."
Kamilah's fingers curled closer around hers. "Then I just have to hope you're as accurate as they say."
"The records don't lie." Ana reached for her wine glass and took a sip. "But if I'm wrong, you're welcome to call me out on my bullshit."
"I'll hold you to your word."
"Just my word? Not something more…solid?" Ana grinned when a smile curved Kamilah's lips, and the foot traveled up her leg again.
"No." Kamilah lifted her own glass. "Not right now, anyway."
They went to a nearby street market to walk off their dinner. The crowd was not quite that dense – it was a Thursday night, after all – and it gave the pair enough room to feel the light breeze on their skin. The market was one of the more popular ones in Cairo – stalls on both sides stretched all the way down two streets, and one could find just about anything here. Food, fabrics, handicrafts, jewelry, souvenirs, even furniture and songbirds. But as they strolled past the stalls, Ana fancied neither of them were paying much attention to the wares on sale. She had caught Kamilah gazing at her out of the corner of her eye, and been caught doing the same. Despite that, she managed to buy a scarf for her partner. Blue, of course – Kamilah had an obvious liking for the colour, no matter its shade.
When they finally turned around and made their way back to the parking lot, Ana started feeling a little antsy. She stole a glance at Kamilah, but found no hint of any sort of intention. Just a gentle smile whenever their eyes met. The silence they walked in was a stark contrast to the charged atmosphere they had nurtured during dinner, when they were seated in an enclosed area with little else to do but try and drive the other crazy first. Now that they were out, things seemed to have calmed down. 'Things' of course, not including the anticipation and uncertainty blending together in her stomach.
She was left wondering if she had imagined the first half of their night, until she grasped the door handle of her car. Kamilah held onto her wrist before she could pull it open, and tugged Ana in for a kiss. It was soft, but Ana found every single bit of intent she had been searching for in the warmth of Kamilah's lips.
"Ana," she whispered.
Her mouth went dry at the unasked question. Biding her time, Ana held Kamilah's hand in her own. "Are you sure?"
A brow rose, along with the corner of Kamilah's mouth. "Are you really asking me that?"
"I…just want to make sure. I mean, you've been… I'm not complaining, but it is kind of sudden that tonight you're–" Another kiss. More urgent this time.
Kamilah's arms circled around her waist loosely as she stepped in, their hips touching. "Ana," she murmured. "I want you."
The quiet confession sparked a similar want – need – in Ana. She was the one to close the distance this time, more insistent, stepping forward until Kamilah was pressed up against the car. Then, remembering where they were, Ana allowed herself one last kiss before pulling back.
"Have a place in mind?" she asked softly, feeling her control waver under those dark eyes.
"No," Kamilah admitted. "You?"
Ana smiled. "Do you even have to ask?"
"I have a question," Kamilah asked as Ana swiped the keycard over the door's sensor.
"I'm not double-jointed." She laughed at the light slap on her arm. Ana entered first, holding the door open for her partner.
"If you knew where to go," Kamilah continued, slipping off her heels as Ana did the same. "Why'd you even ask me in the first place?"
"In case you really did own a villa." Ana followed her farther into the hotel room. "You know, one with a king-sized bed and a hundred pillows for us to make passionate love in."
It was Kamilah's turn to laugh. She turned around, cocking her head. "Why would you need that many pillows?"
"Pillow fort?" Ana mirrored her wide smile, glimpsing the not-king-sized bed sitting near them and feeling her pulse quicken.
"Is that one of your turn-ons?" Kamilah unwrapped the scarf around her neck and tossed it onto the dressing table, along with her purse. She lifted her arms, resting them around Ana's neck as the sniper drew her in.
"No," Ana said, voice low and surprisingly steady under the delicate yet maddening touches on her nape. "But a beautiful woman is."
"And? Are you–"
"Very." Ana kissed her with a tenderness that belied her need, cupping Kamilah's cheek in a hand, thumb stroking over smooth skin. Each exchange grew deeper, hungrier, chipping away at her calm façade until they broke apart briefly for air. Ana caught sight of darkened eyes, lust shining through brown irises unclouded by liquid courage, and her restraint snapped clean in two.
Ana's lips collided into Kamilah's, claiming them for her own. Hers. The grip on her shoulders tightened when Ana lifted Kamilah from the ground, taking a few blind steps forward and setting her on the dressing table. Threading her fingers through dark hair, she tugged Kamilah's head back, forcibly parting their lips as Ana nipped along her jaw, biting teasingly at her earlobe before traveling down her neck. Only when the first button of her shirt was popped open, did Ana realise Kamilah's hands were working on her front, hands pressing against her breasts as she revealed more and more of Ana's skin.
She chuckled, drawing back to make eye contact. "In a hurry, aren't we?"
Kamilah smiled wryly, freeing the last button. "If you don't hurry up, Ana, I may have to take over."
"Oh?" Ana purred against her lips, keeping her arms stiff on purpose when Kamilah tried to pull her shirt off. "Tell me more."
The faint growl sent a shiver down Ana's spine. Kamilah bunched up the shirt around her elbows, turning them into physical restraints to keep Ana's arms locked to her sides. She yanked Ana forward, wrapping her legs tightly around her body and trapping her in a hungry kiss. Ana could not stop the moan from rising, caught between the tongue sliding up the roof of her mouth, the hands nestled between her breasts and entangled in her hair. She tried to flex her arms, but found no leeway in her makeshift prison. Kamilah had wrested control from her. The realisation set off a dizzying mix of arousal and rebellion.
Ana kept herself from following Kamilah's lips when the woman pulled away and grasped her chin, tilting it up so their eyes met.
"I can keep you like this and still get what I want," Kamilah murmured, gliding the back of her fingers down Ana's throat, brushing across her clavicles to play with her bare shoulder. "But you won't get to touch me."
She closed her eyes at the kiss on her cheek, tilting her head up as it moved down, muscles tensing at fingernails trailing from her shoulder and down her spine. A wave of heat broke across her cheeks at the puff of breath in her ear.
"Tell me, Ana. What do you want?"
I want you to fuck me senseless.
But no. They had a game to play. And Ana would claim her victory.
"I want to touch you, Milah," Ana whispered in her ear. "I want to touch every single inch of you. I want to pin you to the bed. I want to feel how wet you are. I want to taste every single drop of you. I want to hear you scream my name when you come into my mouth–"
She heard Kamilah take a breath, crooked grin parting her lips as the legs around her loosened. Ana shrugged off her shirt with Kamilah's help, then they met each other halfway with a rough, needy kiss. She snuck her fingers under the hem of Kamilah's top, sliding up her sides with just enough pressure to not tickle her. Pulling the top over her head, Ana tossed it aside and was pulled back into the kiss once more. A tug below her navel, and her belt buckle came loose. Kamilah undid her pants button and ripped the zip open, the sensation sending a rush of warmth between her legs. She gasped at the hand cupping her through her underwear.
A devilish smirk curved Kamilah's lips. "We've barely even started, Ana…"
"Shut up," Ana growled with less conviction than intended, when fingers rubbed against her through moist fabric. She yanked the hand out of her pants, crashing her lips against Kamilah's again. Guiding her lover's legs around her waist, Ana lifted her from the dressing table and moved towards the bed. She let Kamilah down gently on the mattress, but stayed upright to divest herself of the damned pants and underwear at the same time.
Kamilah laughed at the sight. "In a hurry, aren't we?" she repeated Ana's words, letting the sniper unzip her jeans.
Ana did the same for Kamilah, hooking her fingers over the jeans and underwear, and pulled them off at the same time. She threw them onto the floor, eyes lingering between Kamilah's legs before she took her place between them. Sitting on her haunches, Ana took her time to appreciate the vision beneath her, running her fingers up the faint definition in her abdomen, to her ribs where…
She paused, the short scar catching her attention. Ana smoothed over the ridged line with her thumb, reminded of the moment when she thought…
"Ana." Kamilah sat up, cupping her cheek. She smiled gently when Ana lifted her gaze. "Stay with me."
Her lips curved, and Ana leaned forward to meet her in a soft kiss. "I love you," Ana whispered between kisses, affection mixing with desire in her chest, stealing her breath away.
Kamilah's arms held her steady as Ana met her lips again and again, roaming hands exploring bare skin, then dipping lower to cup Ana's ass. Ana jerked and laughed at the squeeze, feeling herself fall even further for the woman grinning cheekily up at her. She reached around Kamilah's back and unfastened her bra, Kamilah promptly returning the favour, and soon the last of their garments were thrown carelessly off the bed.
Ana bent down, resuming her work on Kamilah's neck, sucking and nipping at choice spots that made her partner's breath hitch. She made her way down and bit at the area above her clavicle, eliciting a gasp and sigh when she soothed it over with her tongue.
"Ana, no–"
"No marks, I know," Ana finished for her, already familiar with Kamilah's rule. Once, when she had been overeager, she left a mark on the medic's neck that had to be covered with a band-aid. But this time…the rules could afford to be bent a little.
Trailing her mouth down into new territory, Ana shifted her hands up to cup Kamilah's breasts, which were pushed further into her hands when her lover took a breath at her touch. She kneaded the flesh in her palms, rolling the nipples between her fingers as Kamilah's hands traveled further down her back. They stopped just above her ass, then one snuck between their bodies and reached down for her–
Ana caught the wandering hand by the wrist and brought it back up, holding it still against the bed. "No cheating, sweetheart." She placed a brief kiss on pouting lips and released the hand, trusting Kamilah to keep it above waist-level. It found a home on her head as Ana returned to a chosen spot between her breasts, sucking on the patch of skin before biting down. Fingers gripped tighter onto her hair as Kamilah inhaled sharply, slowly relaxing as Ana nursed the spot with lips and tongue. She lifted her head to admire her handiwork. Her first – intentional – mark on her lover.
"You're going to leave those all over, aren't you?" Kamilah asked, sighing softly when Ana tweaked a nipple between her fingertips.
"You're welcome to take revenge later."
"I will."
"Mm." Ana grazed her teeth lightly over a stiff peak, then took it into her mouth, sucking and drawing teasing circles with her tongue. Kamilah gave a quiet whine when she released the nipple, and promptly turned her attention to the other. At the louder moan and subtle grind of Kamilah's hip, Ana pinched the tip between her teeth one last time, then started moving down again.
She did it slowly, smiling as she trailed kisses down Kamilah's stomach, feeling the muscles flex under her lips as her partner started to fidget more. The hand on her head pushed more insistently the longer Ana dallied around her navel. So she gave in and went farther down, until she reached the juncture between Kamilah's thighs.
The sight of her wetness made Ana want to dive in right away, but she bided her time. Pulling her legs farther apart, Ana settled comfortably between her thighs and leaned in, keeping her eyes locked with Kamilah's as she exhaled slowly against her sex. Smirking at Kamilah's shiver and obvious hope that her lover would not toy with her any longer, Ana brought her lips tantalisingly close, then winked and moved away to kiss along her inner thigh.
"God, Ana…" The exasperation in Kamilah's voice was evident, accompanied by the tug on Ana's hair.
Ana did not bother with a response, busy with leaving another mark on her thigh. She ran her tongue over reddened skin, then brought her head in again. This time, she relented with a kiss on moist lips, feeling the shudder run through Kamilah's body. Then, of course, Ana went on to–
"Oh fuck's sake, Ana!" Kamilah's fingers tightened in her hair when Ana moved away again, attention now on her other thigh. She pulled harder, but Ana resisted and bit harder on her flesh in retaliation. "Ana–"
"What do you want, Milah?" Ana said, gaze lifted towards her even as she moved her lips down the toned thigh.
"Ana, please just–"
"What do you want me to do, Milah?" She nipped at the skin beside Kamilah's sex.
"Ana, please."
"Please what, sweetheart?" Ana leaned close, breathing in the intoxicating scent and ghosting her tongue over the slit.
"Fuck me, Ana!" Kamilah bucked her hips up, to no avail. Ana grinned at her sob, the victory bolstering her sense of power over her lover. "Just fuck me already!"
Putting an end to Kamilah's misery, Ana pressed her tongue flat against the slit, dragging it up slowly as she watched her lover's head fall back in relief. She lapped at the wetness, coating her tongue with her new addiction, reveling in each moan that escaped Kamilah's throat. Keeping one hand on a breast, Ana spread her folds with two fingers and delved in deeper with her tongue, causing Kamilah to roll her hips forward. She continued licking and brought her tongue higher until Kamilah bucked again, moaning louder as Ana curled her tongue around the sensitive bud. Closing her lips over the clit, Ana sucked lightly, sending Kamilah's moans into a higher pitch. She found and maintained a rhythm with each roll of Kamilah's hips; licking, sucking, and kissing until her lover was writhing under her hands and mouth.
"Ana…"
Groaning at the wanton moan of her name, Ana surrendered to her own need. She buried her face in Kamilah's sex, filling her nostrils with the heady scent as her tongue delved deeper, harder, quicker, getting tighter rotations and bucks of Kamilah's hips. Her lover's fingers tightened even further in her hair, moans filling the room with rising fervour. Then Ana pulled away, and Kamilah's gaze snapped down.
"Ana," she breathed, desperately pulling on Ana's unyielding head.
"Patience, Milah," Ana said with a smirk.
She bent her head down slowly, flicking her tongue over the clit, feeling the muscles in Kamilah's thighs tense in anticipation. Keeping her tongue on the bud, Ana massaged it lightly, then slowly pushed one finger through her folds. It sank up to the last knuckle easily, Kamilah letting out a shuddering exhale when Ana started thrusting. She kept her lips and tongue working over the clit, hand picking up speed, when she noticed Kamilah had become quieter. Glancing up, Ana found Kamilah pressing the back of her hand against her mouth, muffling the moans spilling forth. She reached up and pulled the hand away, entwining their fingers.
"I want to hear you."
Then she inserted a second finger, stretching Kamilah around her digits. Ana kept thrusting, increasing her pace slowly and curling her fingers. She brought her mouth back to Kamilah's clit, searching patiently for the coveted spot until Kamilah arched her back, crying out in pleasure.
There. Ana thrusted harder, keeping her fingers curled to hit the right spot, while Kamilah began writhing with abandon. She sucked on the stiff bud a few more times, then rose from her position between Kamilah's legs. Kamilah opened her eyes at the loss of stimulation, just in time to watch Ana descend upon her, trapping her in a rough kiss. Ana pressed a thumb against her clit, and Kamilah jerked at the touch, whimpering into Ana's mouth.
Ana kissed and bit her way all along Kamilah's jaw and neck, biting particularly hard into a spot on her shoulder, all the while going faster and harder into Kamilah. She buried her face in the curve of Kamilah's neck as her moans and gasps grew more frequent, climbing an octave. She wrapped a leg around Ana's, rolling her hips in time to meet with Ana's thrusts. Kamilah's fingers left her head to clutch onto her back, nails digging hard into her flesh as Ana felt her clench around her fingers.
"Ana–"
She quickened the pace even further, keeping Kamilah's writhing body pinned under hers. Stiffness started to set into her wrist, but she kept going, thrusting impossibly harder and faster.
"Please," Kamilah sobbed into her ear between breaths. "Ana, I–"
"Come to me, Milah."
Ana circled her clit hard, punctuating each pass with a thrust hitting the right spot deep inside her. Both hands on Ana's back now, Kamilah clung desperately onto her lover, pants and moans threatening to send Ana over the edge as well.
"Ah–Ana!" Kamilah cried her name to the ceiling in climax, eyes slamming shut, chest heaving as her body arched in intense pleasure.
Ana watched the erotic display, feeling wetness gather between her own thighs as Kamilah's slicked over her fingers. She kept the digits moving, cresting the high with Kamilah before slowing her pace down. Easing off on her clit when Kamilah twitched at her touch, Ana gave a few more languid thrusts, then slid her fingers out.
She gazed down at Kamilah, smiling at her flushed visage, a potent tenderness filling her chest with warmth. Ana peppered her face with soft kisses, slowly rousing Kamilah back to life. Her lover's eyelids fluttered open and she turned her head, catching Ana's lips in a lazy kiss. Kamilah graced Ana with the most beautiful smile she had ever seen, hand cupping the sniper's face and bringing their lips together again. Her mouth, soft and submissive, grew bolder as she recovered. Ana tilted her head, deepening the kiss as hands roamed down her back and sides. Then, with a sudden push, Kamilah flipped them over.
Grinning at her burst of energy, Ana returned the firm kiss eagerly, relinquishing control to the woman now straddling her hips. She felt the hand sliding down from her clavicles, between her breasts, tracing the lines of her abs, and dipping between her legs. Ana's breath caught in her throat when fingers teased at her entrance, making her aware of how wet she was.
"Now…" Kamilah purred. "You were saying something about revenge?"
A/N: My first full-length smut. *pulls poppers* Yay.