Chapter 14:
I looked down at my arm, marvelling at it. The thick black lines, interspersed with coloured ones, was beautiful. It was pleasing to look at, distinct from other humans but most of all, it covered my scars. For the first time in years, I could look down at my arm and not feel disgusted, not remember the facility. Before, my arm held those memories. Now? It held new ones. Of my time with Aria, even with some of the others under her employ. I will admit that some of them … aren't too bad. I liked Vassen well enough, he's the one who gave me to Aria to teach rather than do anything else, and I will be forever grateful for that.
I looked up at the sound of a clearing throat, finding Aria looking down at my sitting form pleased.
"I take it you like it?"
I did. I really, really did. While the idea sounded wise, it wasn't till now that I felt the full effect. Of what it would do to me, do for me. I couldn't … I should … I couldn't think of what to say. The warmth bubbling up inside me was too distracting, and I was doing the best I could to resist the stinging in my eyes, so I decided to act instead. Before I could think better of it, I lunged forward and wrapped my arms around Aria, squeezing her tightly and placing my face on her shoulder. She tensed up momentarily but relaxed soon and returned my embrace.
"I'm glad you like it." She whispered. I gave her one more squeeze before letting go, stepping back. There was something I wanted to know though. I had been getting this first tattoo for ten hours, it took that long just to cover my right forearm. I had a team of three working on me that Aria hired to come do the session privately. Apparently the tattoos they did were special, lasting far longer than they should and never fading, at least not for decades. It wasn't something many tattoo artists did.
"How much do I owe you for this?" I asked as I reached for my Omni-tool, opening the banking app. Aria's hand grabbed my own, removing it from the screen and I looked up confused.
"Don't worry about it. I'm happy to pay for it, as well as the rest. Don't concern yourself with the cost." She smiled at me warmly. I want to refute her, but I look away instead, my cheeks burning. That smile of hers was … different from her normal ones. Her default smiles for most others she meets are the fake ones. They were sharp, barely concealing her true opinions of the people they were aimed at. Even with me, they either smug or mischievous, depending on her mood. This one didn't seem to hold any of that though, it was … softer.
[POV: Aria]
It had been 2 weeks since Fury started this process and both of her arms and shoulders were completely covered. That was yesterday, and she had been wearing a singlet for those, giving the tattooists free access to her arms. I couldn't help but smile at her joy, it was plainly evident on her face. She held a smile the entire time she was getting the tattoos, the pain not even registering for her. It may not have been obvious to the others, but I knew that Fury rarely smiled outside of when she was fighting, yet here she was with one basically etched into her face. It was especially wide when she was admiring her arms in the mirror, seemingly able to ignore her aversion with the provided distraction.
"You'll start on her front today then?" I asked the Asari beside me. Rielle was the leader of the team I'd had flown in just for Fury. I wanted her to get the best money could buy, so she will. It certainly costs it though, Fury wouldn't have been able to afford it on her salary, but compared to the wealth I gathered from ruling Omega all these years? It was nothing. What made them so special was that they didn't interfere with biotics at all. It wasn't a large risk even in normal tattoos, but Fury was getting full body coverage and she had been heavily experimented on. Who knows the side effects that may have. No point in risking it.
"Indeed Aria, is she prepared for that?"
"Yep." Fury had no idea, I wanted to see her reaction when she was told. I smirked as soon as Rielle was no longer looking at me, her focus on Fury.
"Miss Fury, are you ready to begin?" her soft, lilting voice carried throughout the room, which was admittedly rather small, but her voice was nice to listen to, soothing in a way. Fury agreed, as far as I could tell, because she didn't ignore Rielle like she did so many others. Maybe it was because Rielle was the one giving Fury her tattoos, but I sensed potential. I would make a pass at Rielle, but she was a little young for me, not even a matron. She wasn't too young for Fury though.
Fury nodded in response to the question.
"Take off your singlet, and we will begin." Rielle requested.
Instead of hesitating, resisting or even my hoped-for blushing, Fury did so without pause. She didn't even look remotely uncomfortable! Unfair Fury, why are you so hard to embarrass.
Fury tugged the thin clothing up and over her head in a smooth motion, handing it off to another of Rielle's team of maidens before reclining back into the chair with her front bare to the world. I will say one thing, Fury is ripped. She has abs for crying out loud, I won't deny I'm a little jealous of that. Asari can't really get abs, our physiology isn't designed for it as we always carry a small layer of pudge over our muscle. Aside from the abs, Fury's breasts were on the smaller side but they stood out rather prominently on such a small and lean frame. What also stood out was the scarring. Her skin was marred with little nicks, burns and marks. The saddest part was that I knew half of those marks served no purpose. They were purely for torture, I knew what they looked like. When fury turned around it would be another story as I could safely say that will be where most of her surgical scar's rest, that and her heavily scarred neck which I had already seen.
I wasn't the only one surprised at Fury's lack of embarrassment, seeing as Rielle froze at the sight before her. Might have been the suddenly naked lady in front of her, might have been the scars on Fury's flesh, might have been both. She probably expected Fury to be wearing something under the singlet, but I'm not sure she even knew what a bra was. I'd never told her about them or seen her buy any. Walking a little around to the right, I saw Rielle's face was somewhat flushed, so it wasn't just the scars then. Interesting.
"All right," Rielle closed her open mouth, eyes refocusing. "let's begin." She ordered her team. Today's session was about 7 hours with a break in the middle. I spent most of the time working on my data pad, only looking up occasionally. I was a little uncomfortable with watching Fury's half-naked form the whole time. I cared for the girl, and to my surprise looking at her like this made me want to avert my eyes, it was odd. What was also weird was that Fury might have dozed off a few times. I swear I heard soft snoring at some point. Fury was way too comfortable in that position, falling asleep while exposed and with a needle injecting ink into her skin.
[POV: Fury]
The faint buzzing sound that had persisted for so long finally halted, for the last time today. It took me a moment to notice the difference on my skin, after a while I had started to tune it out. As far as long-lasting pain goes, it was minor, almost insignificant. It actually promoted a different kind of feeling, which I didn't mind indulging in. Still, I no longer felt the needle on my skin, so I opened my eyes, finding a pale blue face close to mine with warm eyes looking into mine.
"We done for the day?" I asked Rielle. I noticed she was the only one there, the other two having already left. That was normally the case, Rielle was the main artist and the other two were her assistants. They sometimes swapped out for her when she needed a break, but they were mostly there to make sure supplies never ran out.
"Yes, we are. Your chest has been finished now, just let me finish the aftercare."
Rielle grabbed the soft cloth with gel on it, running it softly over my front. Her movements were slow, almost teasing, and the cloth felt pleasantly cool on my warm skin. It was always sensitive after the tattoo had been applied, and that was for my normal skin. She was currently running the cloth over more … sensitive areas. Goosebumps emerged in short order, and I couldn't help the shiver I gave. I don't think it was from the cold though.
Rielle certainly took her time. She was bent over my reclined form, intently watching her progress as she cleaned the skin. I … could be wrong, but it felt like she was taking longer this time than normal. I also thought she only needed to go over it once, not the repeating pattern she was following now. I'm not the expert though, and it's not unpleasant, so I'll leave it be.
"There, that should do it." Rielle chirped, leaning back and standing up from her seat. She then proceeded to arch her back with her arms stretched above her, groaning all the while. The motion caught my eye and I stared at her, engrossed. I barely looked away before her eyes returned to me. Stretching sounded like a good idea now that I think about it. It's a small price to pay but sitting down like this for hours at a time left me stiffer than a fight with Aria.
I didn't bother putting on my shirt when I stood up. This room was private and barred from anyone aside from Aria and who else I let it. Aria wouldn't be showing up anyway, she had stopped coming after the first few times. I don't blame her, sitting still like this was a little boring even for me.
I also knew from experience that I preferred leaving the recently tattooed skin bare. Making sure to move slowly, I lifted my own arms above my head, my eyes closing involuntarily as I stretched out as far as I could until I felt and heard something pop in my back. I groaned appreciatively at that, it had been bothering me for an hour. Wait, did I just hear a squeak? What could that be. Probably the building, it's quite old from what I know. I pulled my arms back down and opened my eyes to find Rielle focused intently on her tools as she packed them up. I waited until she finished and her eyes met mine.
"Thank you for today, I'll see you tomorrow." I smiled at her. Rielle flushed for some reason, is she suddenly shy? Shouldn't be considering her profession. Regardless she smiled back at me pleasantly before leaving the room, and her odd reaction was shortly forgotten.
Today was the day, the day we started on my back. I hadn't been looking forward to it. Until now, I had avoided anyone seeing my back, even Aria. While I had a fair few scars on my front, they weren't so … obviously intentional. They looked like I got injured in fights, which was the case for a few of them. Basically, they were normal. It was more scars than you would normally see, but nothing unique. My back was a different story, I already knew that my entire spine was a mass of scar tissue. I has so many procedures done on it that it was hard to find a part of it that wasn't scarred. The only feeling of gratitude I held for the facility was that they used some sort of medicine to prevent the scar tissue from properly hardening. It was just as flexible as the rest of my skin. This translated to not really being raised, but they were still discoloured and felt different. From some of the pictures I had taken, it looked like my entire spine was painted over. There's no way Rielle wouldn't ask about it and the rest of my back.
At Rielle's instruction, I took off my shirt once more, having grown used to doing so in her presence. It was strange, as while I didn't normally care either way, I at least noticed the fact. I sometimes forgot about it during our sessions.
"Just lie face down on the chair and we'll begin." Rielle's voice, normally pleasant to listen too, left me uncomfortable. No sense in wasting time though, so I did as she instructed. I heard Rielle walk closer to me, then gasp. I tensed up at the sound, then flinched when I felt her hand touch me. It was gentle, hesitant and it froze at my flinch. I needed to trust her though, so I forced myself to relax, no matter how much I hated it. Seeing my permission for what it was, her fingertips began trailing over my spine. It would be novel for her, at the very least.
"What … what happened?"
"Life. I didn't just decide to go straight for a full body tattoo for a reason"
"And … how did you get them all?" she trailed off, tracing a few off the bigger ones. I shivered at the touch. "They don't look like the others."
"Experimentation." I grunted, done with the conversation. Rielle sensed my mood, so she said nothing else before starting. Why did I tell her even that much? I had barely told Aria.
I stewed in my thoughts for a while, but eventually my frustration abated, the sensation of the needle lulling me into a doze. I laid there for who knows how long, but what woke me up was the hand rubbing up and down my back. It came as a surprise, no-one had ever done that for me, but it was also the most soothing thing I'd ever felt. Rielle never said anything, neither did I, but she kept doing it. I felt her graze every scar, stroke every part of my skin, and repeat until she finished for the day. While Rielle was finishing up wiping my back with her clothe, I felt her breath near my ear as she spoke softly into it.
"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. You've clearly been through a lot, suffered. Just know that it makes you no lesser, no weaker. I'd be happy to listen if you ever wanted to talk about it. I'll leave you be now."
I kept lying there even as I heard the last echo of her footsteps abate. I didn't want to get up, to see the world through blurry eyes. I just laid there, Rielle's last words sitting heavy on my mind. I'd like to push them away, but I couldn't. I'd let her in, I don't know why or how it happened, but she had earned my trust. At least a little bit.
Today was the last day we would be working on my back. It was now just Rielle, the other two on her team had left due to an emergency at home, apparently they were sisters. This session was shorter than the others, as it was decided to just finish the back then start fresh somewhere else.
After that conversation the first day we started my back, we hadn't spoken much. The silence was cloying, deafening, but it gave me time to think. About Rielle, and what she said. I was sometimes distracted by her though, she still rubbed my back while tattooing me. I enjoyed it more each time, and it kind of scared me how pleasant the motion was, it just pushed all the right buttons.
"Rielle?" I asked. We had just finished up the session, and she was packing up her equipment.
"Hm?"
I remained where I was, lying face down. This would be easier if I couldn't see her face, and she couldn't see mine. I'd decided I would tell her, she had been staring at them for weeks now. Likely knew every single one I had.
"You were curious about my scars, weren't you?"
"I was, but you don't have to tell me. I can tell they are deeply personal for you." She spoke softly.
"I would like to tell you, at least a little bit. You have helped me more than you know." I didn't wait for her to respond before pushing on.
"I was kidnapped as a child, taken by a research facility. They took my entire childhood, experimented on me, tortured me … broke me." My voice lowered for the last two words. "The scars make me remember them, remember what they did. I can't stand looking at them, all I see is my pain. The tattoos are to cover them up, so I won't have to look at them anymore. So, I won't have to remember"
"That's … horrible. How could they … who would do such a thing …, why would they do such a thing?" Rielle muttered, horrified. I chuckled bitterly at her words. That was the normal reaction to such things, not like the monsters that ran the facility.
"I don't know who they were, it was a hidden facility. They didn't carry any identification. As for why, their research was biotic in nature. I'm a rather strong biotic naturally, they wanted to see if they could improve upon that." Rielle cursed at the admission of biotic experimentation, not sure why. I'll chase it up with Aria later. She was silent for a minute, before she asked another question.
"How'd you escape the facility, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I walked out, surrounded by corpses." I chortled maliciously, my dark amusement apparent to the world. Rielle didn't react to the admission, but all the same stopped asking questions. She didn't act any different either though, so I just think the conversation's over. I was good with that, telling her these things was a struggle for me, I battled with the idea for days before finally telling her. Then I had to build up the courage to do so. I did feel, better, though. Like I weight I hadn't known was there lifted off my shoulders.
Rielle began moving down towards my leg, I thought we'd already finished them.
"What are you doing?" Rielle looked up at me confused.
"Continuing the lines to the top of your foot, like the other one. I was going to take your shoe off first." She waved her hand at my already finished leg. Ah, I see what the problem was. I held up a hand for her to wait, lifting my leg up so I could take off the shoe. It revealed the metallic foot to the world. I hadn't realised Aria hadn't told her, should have though. The boots I currently wore covered the entire thing by design as well. I finished rolling up the pant leg before looking up to find Rielle staring at me, confused.
"I lost the foot during my time at the facility. They gave me a handy prosthetic though." I rapped my knuckle on it, producing a dull ringing from the metal. I chuckled at the look on her face, amused more than anything. I had no issues with this remnant of my past, unlike the other ones.
"You can touch it if you want." I offered. Rielle flushed at my words but was curious as well seeing as she did so. It was a sleek design, but some of the appeal wore off once you'd been wearing it for years. The lack of any visible damage or wear still astounded me though.
"If your leg is done, what else did you want then?" Rielle asked, confused.
"I wanted to complete the pattern." I looked at her, unsure what the issue was
"…"
"What do you mean by … complete?" Rielle asked, swallowing heavily.
"It's a full body tattoo isn't it? It doesn't look right with a break in the middle." I began taking off my other shoe, it would just get in the way.
"Oh" she muttered. It took her a moment to register what I said but then her entire face darkened. That's new.
"Is there a problem?" I hoped not. The design really did look incomplete with the gap between my legs and torso. There wasn't really any scars there, but as I said it looked incomplete.
"No! … no, it's fine," Rielle waved her arms, "are you sure?"
I looked up, having just finished unbuttoning my pants as I began pulling them down. I nodded in reply, pushing them the rest of the way down before stepping out. I was standing in only my singlet and one sock. Rielle squeaked at the sight, what is with her today? I ignored her strange behaviour and laid myself out on the chair, ready for her to begin.
It took a minute but I eventually heard her setting up, but she was mumbling about something I couldn't make out. Didn't really matter as soon enough, the familiar buzzing filled the air.
"So … no underwear?" Rielle broke the silence few minutes after she started. It woke me out of the haze I had begun falling into. Hmm?
"What's that?"
"Clothes you wear underneath your pants and such?"
I've never heard of those before. Although it would explain some of the things Aria has said to me about 'being prepared for when you lose your clothes', I thought she meant what to do without armour. I thought back to my time at the facility, the only clothes I ever received were a shirt, pants, socks, and some shoes. That may have just been some other way they tried to mould me, not sure for what purpose though.
I don't see a point changing that, it would just be one more thing I would have to worry about buying. Clothes shopping was already annoying enough when I had to get shirts and pants. You could call those underwear, I wear them under my armour. I didn't see the point in anymore needless layers
Having resolved my conundrum, I relaxed back into the sensations. I was starting to like the feeling it gave, knowing that it was leaving behind something of my own was liberating, a heady feeling. The area was more sensitive than normal, like my experience with my chest. I suppose it was because it was more … fleshy, than other areas. It made everything feel more.
"I'm done with the back, did you want to finish up …?"
I turned over without thinking, my eyes still shut. The ambient light in the room was quite low. The whole club, hell the whole station was similar, it never got to bright here. It made it easy to doze of where I lay, at least until the buzzing resumed once more. If I thought I was sensitive before …
My eyes shot open on instinct and I tensed up, unprepared for how strongly I felt. I found a blue blur above me, blinking a few times changed this into Rielle. She was staring intensely down at where she worked, focusing. She would normally talk a bit more, but I can understand her caution with such a sensitive area. Instead of closing my eyes again, I decided to watch her work. It wasn't often I was given the time to just watch someone like this, always having to be vigilant. The only times I had even a little time was with the dancers … I pushed away the thought but now that it had appeared it refused to leave. I knew Rielle was an Asari, but that had seemed less important than her job. I had viewed her in a professional light, one that masked everything else, but now that the work was almost done that filter seemed to be disappearing. I traced the lines of her face with my eyes, the delicate features seemingly present in all Asari, the soft and smooth looking skin. I was engrossed in the sight, enough that I didn't realise when she looked up to my face and found me staring. An odd look crossed her face before it disappeared, leaving behind only a gleam in her eye. She swallowed before staring firmly into my eyes.
"Fury, I'm done with this part. Spread your legs for me," she ordered. That odd hesitance that had been present today had disappeared. I did so without question and she moved her tattoo gun down to my inner thighs, the final part of the design. I held myself still at the contact between my skin and the needle, it felt warm, a warmth that radiated towards my centre. Having someone this close to me as I spread my legs was both nerve-racking … and freeing. It left me feeling vulnerable yet, excited? I could feel my face heating up, a sensation that spread the longer Rielle was there. It was reminiscent of when I was left in the heating chamber at the facility, an enjoyable process after the cold treatments they gave me. It was one of my fondest memories of the place, that all encompassing feeling of warmth. This was only reminiscent of that, but I liked it.
"All done." Rielle told me, putting away her gun. "Now for the aftercare." Her voice was breathy and she had a smirk on her face as she reached for the cloth and gel. The soothing sensation was a shock to my system, the cloth running over me in a slow, teasing fashion. She did so slowly, taking extra care to go over everything. My breath felt heavy in my chest and my eyes were locked onto hers the entire time, pulled into an impromptu staring contest.
"And. All. Done." Rielle trailed the cloth down the middle in one last pass over, making me tremble. "Now, is there anything else I can … help you with?" Rielle trailed off, slowly raising herself up my form until her face was in line with mine. I … I didn't know what to do. This situation was so foreign to me, … so different, so exciting. Some of Aria's old lessons came to me in this moment when my mind was blank. It compelled me to speak.
"There … is." I forced the words out. Rielle grinned at me, placing her hands either side of my head.
"Oh? And what may that be?" she began lowering her head, closing the distance between us ever so slowly. Why do you torment me so woman? We both know what I meant, but I couldn't say it so I just laid there, helpless beneath her. Rielle finally paused, sensing my hesitance. She place her hand on my face.
"Do you want this?" she murmured, staring deeply into my eyes. I nodded and no other words left me. She closed the gap, and our lips met.
It was like an explosion went off around us, likely only in my head but it sure didn't feel that way. They were soft, and so very warm. The first touch was slow, sweet, but then she started going harder, further. I felt something soft and wet touch my lips, spreading them apart and entering my mouth. She tasted sweet, spicy, and so very alive. I couldn't help the moan I let out, I was shocked such a noise came out of me. Rielle dominated my mouth for almost a minute before she finally pulled back. I was left there panting with the woman above me grinning down at me. She cocked her head to the side for a moment.
"You aren't very experienced are you?" she asked. I shook my head. "Have you ever …?"
"I never wanted to before. Not like I do now." I admitted.
"That's fine, as long as you want this. I'll teach you everything. Now, once again …?" she trailed off, staring into my eyes, I nodded and she lent down again. Once more our lips came into contact and my eyes closed. She didn't let up for more than a moment, leaving me only enough time to gasp for air before I no longer had the chance. While doing so, her hands began trailing down my body, stroking my flesh like she did my back, but this was different. That had been comforting, calming. Her hands left fiery trails as they moved up and down. Her hands eventually reached the bottom of my singlet, and she paused there for a moment before sliding them underneath, her hands moving up torturously slow until they reached my chest. She took one in each hand and gave them a good squeeze. I tensed up at the contact, my arms finally wrapping around her as I enjoyed the sensations she was giving me. Finally, she separated once more and sat back. Hey eyes were dilated, her breath coming fast and her face flushed.
"Let's get rid of this, shall we?" she slid my only garment up over me and pulled it off completely. I was entirely bare before her, and she took a moment to just stare down at me. I resisted the strange urge to cover up, she had had seen it all before in detail but something felt different this time.
"You really are beautiful, you know?" she spoke softly, smiling down at me. "Still, I'm a little overdressed here, how about we change that?" she began tugging at her clothes immediately. The jacket she had on came off easily enough and she struggled little more with the shirt. This left her in just a piece of 'underwear' covering her chest. Rielle wasted no time standing up fully and pulling off her shoes and pants. This left her in only her underwear. I trailed my eyes over her for a minute before I realised she had paused to let me do so. I had been distracted by what had been revealed to me.
"Like what you see?" she ran her hands down her sides. I nodded, then Rielle moved back on top of me and resumed our embrace. This time, I ran my hands over her flesh as well, her skin warm and delightfully soft beneath my hands. At some point, I'm not sure when, the upper piece of underwear disappeared and I felt her warm flesh on mine completely. I couldn't resist squeezing them like she had my own, relishing the sensation and the sounds Rielle made.
"Time for the main course." Rielle murmured into my ear, kissing my neck and then moving down my frame until once more, her head laid between my legs. Her warm breath tickled my still sensitive flesh, and her eyes flickered between mine and my core.
"You're going to enjoy this," she smirked. I had no doubts about that. Rielle's hand came up and she ran her fingers over me, poking, massaging. It was only the lightest of touches, didn't give me the satisfaction I was after. She teased me for a moment more, enjoying watching me squirm, then she finally lowered her face down onto my centre and gave it a lick.
I like that.
I can't really describe the feeling. It … kind of felt like being electrocuted, but it didn't hurt. It was intense, intensely good. I froze up initially, barely comprehending what she was doing to me, then I started to moan. Rielle alternated between slow, laborious licks and jabbing her tongue rapidly back and forth. She rendered me a panting mess in no time at all. The sensations grew stronger the longer she continued, building up bit by bit until something released inside me. I tensed up and shook at the same time, a keening whine coming from my mouth despite all my effort to remain silent. I saw stars, and my hearing went fuzzy for a moment, rendering me senseless. I came too some time after, panting and enjoying the left-over sensation that enveloped me. It took some effort, but I raised my head to look for Rielle. She was lying next to me now, laying on her side with her head resting on one arm as she watched me with a soft smile and a twinkle in her eye.
"You ever felt one of those before?" I shook my head and she grinned cheekily back at me. "Fun, isn't it." I just nodded, currently unable to speak. Rielle seemed content to just lay there, but this wasn't over yet. Rielle didn't get to … whatever that was. I should change that. It had been long enough that I regained my breath, so I sat up and turned to face Rielle directly.
"It's your turn now, isn't it?"
"It's okay, you don't have to." Rielle shook her head, but I just raised an eyebrow at her. "That doesn't mean I don't want to though."
I crawled over her, the one on top this time. Whatever tiredness had suffused me was gone now, and I was ready for more. Before anything else, I leaned down over her and resumed our kiss. Rielle opened her mouth to give me access and let me have control this time, content for me to go at my own pace. I tried to follow what she did to me, not sure how well I copied her but it left me as breathless and needy as earlier. Rielle seemed to be in a similar state to me, so I must have been doing something right. I was surprised when her hands met my ass and squeezed, sinking her fingers in and pulling me flush against her flesh, my chest squishing against hers.
I didn't let my hands go to waste either. I started by stroking her sides, gripping them and slowly sliding my hands up. I continued until I reached her chest, squeezing the globes of flesh and pinching and twisting the nubbins on the end, as hard as my own had become. This really got Rielle going, as she lost her concentration fully and let me have my way with her. Seeing as she couldn't focus on the kiss, I moved my lips to her neck to copy what she did to me. If she was anything lie me, the area was sensitive.
This was fun, but there was more I had planned and I was getting impatient, so I left her neck and let go of her chest, beginning to move down past her glistening stomach and finally I found my head between her legs. I paused at the sight of the underwear, is there some way I'm meant to take it off?
"You can just slide them down." Rielle chuckled, amused at my confusion. I ignored the embarrassment at that and wasted no time in pulling them down, tugging her feet through one at a time before throwing the garment behind me. Up to this point, this part of her had been hidden to me, but then Rielle let her legs spread, revealing her core to me.
It was a similar colour to the rest of her, but at the very centre I could see hints of a light purple inside her. I was fascinated by the sight and while I wanted to take my time and observe this new sight, I knew that would only frustrate her. I lowered my head down closer until my face was hovering right above, close enough that I could feel my own breath wash over my face. I paused here and looked up towards Rielle's face, one last time.
"Don't tease me~" she whined, breathing heavily, staring down at me in desire. She wanted this, badly. My confidence surged and I brought my mouth into contact with her core at last. I gave it an initial lick and the taste surprised me.
It was sweet, tangy, and had an underlying note I couldn't place. It was foreign, but I enjoyed it all the same. I stuck my tongue in as deeply as I could and wiggled it around, liked the sound Rielle made when I did so I continued to do so. I didn't stop for a long time, before remembering that wasn't all Rielle did to me. Did she like it this way? I was unsure so I stopped my ministrations and began pulling my head back to ask.
"Don't stop!" Rielle moaned, her legs wrapping around my neck as she pulled my head back down with her hands. As you wish. I even sped up, trying to dig my tongue in as deeply and roughly as I could. Rielle moaned at the feeling, her moaning increasing in volume until she reached her own peak, her legs clenching around my head. I didn't let up until her legs unclenched around me, finally stopping.
I raised my head, tongue tired, jaw sore and satisfied. Rielle was lying there, limp and breathing heavily, her eyes almost completely black. It only took her a few seconds to come out of it, seemingly much faster than I did. She grinned down at me.
"Shall we continue?"
I nodded, the heat in my core driving me to continue.
I laid there, leaning into Rielle's warm body, tired yet satisfied. I ached in new places, but in a good way, they reminded me of what we had just done. I should really get up and go to bed, but I didn't want to. A pleasant haze had overtaken me and I didn't want it to leave. Holding Rielle was nice as well, her arm around me and stroking my back as I rested my head on her shoulder. I was noticeably smaller than her, so it was comfortable. I normally cursed my small height and slight frame, but it had some advantages. I snuggled in closer, sighing in content.
"You seem pleased." Rielle commented. I hummed in response, she chuckled. "Good, I certainly had fun myself. Did you say this was the first time or did I hear you wrong?"
"You heard right."
"Really, never?" Rielle spoke as if the very notion offended her.
"Never."
"You're a fast learner then." Rielle muttered. "Why me then, if you've never had an interest before." That is the question, isn't it.
"My reasoning is … complicated."
"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon," Rielle shrugged, "you exhausted me." Her next words were mutterd "Your first time too". Well, if I was going to tell anyone, it's her. She mattered to me, more than anyone else but Aria, not that there was stiff competition. I shuffled around a bit more until I was comfortably resting on her, my left arm now resting on her stomach with my fingers stroking her soft skin, and my left leg laying between hers.
"It was only recently when I became … interested in this sort of thing. The facility wasn't big on education, so I knew little of what I should when I escaped at 14. Right after I escaped, I was captured by slavers." Rielle tensed beneath me, sucking in a breath. "They brought me to Omega, where I escaped. I barely managed it, and Aria's men found me passed out in the wreckage, they brought me to her. Instead of blaming me, Aria saw potential so she hired me." I collected my thoughts for a minute, Rielle let me without interrupting. She began rubbing me up and down my back again.
"Aria has been good to me, she was the first one to show me kindness. She let me be despite my suspicious arrival, and when my potential was discovered, she decided to teach me herself."
"Your Aria's student?" Rielle gasped, incredulous. Is that so hard to believe? I know she had a reputation but still.
"Yes. She's taught me so much, biotic techniques, tactics, the basic knowledge everyone learns growing up. In the last year or two, she's also started talking about, well … this," I waved my hand over us, "And other social stuff. It's what sparked my interest, and during my work breaks I started to watch the dancers. There movements fascinated me from the beginning, something about them spoke to me, which is weird. At that time all that really interested me was combat." Rielle broke her silence suddenly, laughing. "What?"
"Those dances are a type of martial art for Asari, in case you weren't aware." That might explain my initial interest then. Might have to investigate that.
"Regardless, that sparked my interest. The only issue was … my scars," I faltered here, but pushed through, "I was barely capable of looking at them myself. I also didn't trust anyone but Aria, not truly. You helped me with my scars, and I … I've grown to trust you. Ignoring what happened today, I would call you a friend, my first, even after all these years on Omega." I buried my head into her chest, having finally admitted it out loud. I spoke honestly though, Rielle was my first friend. Aria would fit that role, but it didn't sound quite right, I felt differently about her. She was more than just a friend to me.
Rielle didn't say anything at first, and my heart sank until I felt her hand stroke my hair. I looked up to find her smiling down at me, her eyes filled with warmth.
"I would call you a friend as well Fury. As for this," she gestured between us, "there's something called friends with benefits I imagine we would fit well. I'd certainly be happy to go again. It's a pity the tattoos are done though, I'll soon be gone from the station and I know I'll miss you. You have been by far the most interesting client I've ever had."
I hadn't wanted to think about that. I had just gained a friend, I didn't want to lose one so soon. Is there any way I could make her stay a bit longer …? One thing came to mind. It had been a half-formed idea in my mind that I had been ignoring until now, but … maybe?
"I might have one more thing I want you to do. I need to ask Aria something first though." Rielle blinked a few times, confused but nodded her acceptance.
"I will need a few days to recover either way. While I've thoroughly enjoyed it, I've never worked this hard. I'm exhausted." Her eyes started drooping as soon as she admitted it, as if acknowledging it only let it grow stronger. I had been forcing mine to remain open in a similar way. It was comfortable here, wrapped in her arms and I found myself drifting off without conscious thought.
"Good night Fury."
"Good night, Rielle."