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The Morning Star cruised leisurely through space, in a rare moment of not being shot at, pursued, exploded, or detained, nor it was in the process of being the ones doing those things to other ships who definitely deserved it, maybe, probably. All of its crew were on the bridge, taking the moment to relax but also waiting for the other shoe to drop.
A beep came to Yasuo's captain's chair to alert him of a communication.
"It's from Sona," Yasuo said. "She wants to see you, Jinx."
"Wonder what for. I'm on it!" Jinx gave Yasuo a salute with her mechanical hand then headed out through the door, beating her previous track record by only hitting her robot arm against the wall once on her way out in her excitement.
Jinx entered the code and opened the door to Sona's quarters, approaching the rogue Templar with a pep in her step and a smile on her face.
"Hey, Sona!" Jinx greeted. "Little birdie captain said you wanted to see me?"
Sona smiled, resting on her couch. She patted the cushion next to her, inviting Jinx over.
Jinx's eyes scanned the room, puzzled by what Sona wanted until she saw it. A silver bell, sized right for a hand, set on a coffee table next to the couch.
The safeword bell.
Because Sona, being mute, could not use a safeword in the same way as people who were not mute, so she and Jinx had to innovate and come up with their own solutions for when they had their little flings. Sona could also not simply sign or finger-spell her safeword when she was in the middle of passionate sex, her hands caressing up and down Jinx's back.
Jinx groaned. "No. You know Yasuo hates it when we do that. Remember what he said? Jinx, Sona is a Templar and deserves more respect than to be subject to your lewd fantasies,'" she pitched her voice downwards in emulation of Yasuo's.
Never mind that it had all been Sona's idea the first time they did it, but Jinx was going to have a hell of time convincing anybody else of that, especially Yasuo.
"Good girl," Sona signed.
Jinx groaned. "No! I don't want to get in trouble! I hate when Yasuo yells at me! Especially since unlike most of the people who yell at me, I kinda like him! I mean, not the same way I like you, but ... you know!"
Sona smiled at the clarification. "Good girl," she signed again.
"Not happening!" Jinx made an exaggerated pose as she turned towards the door. "I am leaving right now!"
Sona appeared to block Jinx's path, sliding between Jinx and the door like a ghost.
"Good. Girl," Sona signed emphatically, moving her hands with slow, deliberate gestures.
Jinx sighed and started dropping her pants.
"Fine," Jinx said as she tossed her pants aside, then got to work on removing her underwear. "But if Yasuo finds out about this, you're taking the heat for it, understand?"
Sona nodded, then gestured to the couch.
"You remember my safeword?" Jinx asked.
Sona nodded. Escape pod, she mouthed, to prove she did.
Jinx grumbled some final resistances as she worked on taking off her jacket about how she totally didn't want to do this and Sona was definitely making her and it wasn't like Sona was the most beautiful woman she ever met and she couldn't believe she was lucky enough to get to see her naked holy shit wow or anything.
And Sona most certainly did not know how to touch Jinx in exactly the right way in all the right spots to make doing this on the regular something Jinx considered worthwhile, even at the risk of being chewed out by her favorite space captain.
After waving a fancy high-tech wand over both of them to run a quick scan to make sure they were both clean and clear of anything transmittable, Jinx laid down and stretched herself out across the couch, having stripped down of everything but her bra, which was lacy and white. Removing the bra was the one part Sona had clear to Jinx that she wanted to be the one to do, though Jinx was flat-chested enough Sona sometimes wondered Jinx bothered putting one on in the first place. Wasn't that just more laundry for Jinx to have to do?
Shedding her robes and other adornments, Sona crawled on top of Jinx, going gently and slowly until she got a good, comfortable straddle going.
Sona wrapped her arms around Jinx in a loop and proceeded to unclasp Jinx's bra, pulling it off gently and delicately as afraid she might bruise Jinx if she moved too fast.
Jinx would probably let her do that if she wanted.
But Sona didn't want to give Yasuo an opening to start berating Jinx by leaving a mark that would give away that they'd be doing this again despite his explicit instructions not to.
Despite wanting to focus on Jinx, Sona's mind still went to Yasuo as she leaned down and gave Jinx a kiss on her teacup breast.
Sona is a Templar with incredible power, Jinx! Yasuo had shouted, Sona and Jinx both looking bashfully away from him after he accidentally walked in on them. You cannot treat her like your average space-whore!
But Jinx had done nothing of the sort. It was Sona's idea. Sona had came upon Jinx staring out the windows one day, admiring the stars, and was so struck by the way the starlight reflected off Jinx's pale skin and cast her features in high definition – the bright hair that shone like a sun, the shape of Jinx's cheeks, her freckles and cute little smile – that she was moved by an impulsive whim and pulled Jinx into a kiss on the spot. Sona nearly regretted it the instant she did it, pulling away at once, but Jinx gave her a smile and tentatively kissed her back, and from that moment ... there had been no hope for either of them. They both just had too much of what the other wanted. Sona was the exact mixture of adult and mature, yet soft and non-judgmental that made Jinx weak in the knees, and Jinx, well ...
Sona just really liked the sounds Jinx made when she screamed and moaned. Music to her ears.
Sona smiled at the memory, then gave Jinx's nipple a light suck.
Jinx gave an absolutely orgasmic moan, making Sona if she perhaps had taken this affair too far and she had somehow tweaked Jinx's senses by overworking them to the point that even the most minor stimulation was now totally overwhelming.
"I'm good, I'm good," Jinx assured Sona, picking up on Sona's concerns and bringing her organic arm up around Sona's back. "Keep going, beautiful."
Sona smiled and resumed sucking on Jinx's nipple on one tit and began to tweak the nipple on the other with her fingers, pinching and rubbing until Jinx's nipples became erect.
Jinx moaned, her hot breath blowing and tickling Sona's forehead.
"Fuck," Jinx muttered. "Feels so good. I want to ..."
Jinx moved her hand up towards her crotch, but Sona caught it by the wrist and shook her head at Jinx. She gave Jinx a nod, and Jinx nodded back to give her consent for Sona to take over.
Still tweaking one of Jinx's nipple with her hand and sucking on the other with her mouth, Sona brought her free hand up and began to lightly finger Jinx's clit, sticking two fingers and working gently, oh so gently ... at first, before picking up the pace, increasing the dial little by little until Jinx's moans could be heard throughout the whole ship ... if they hadn't the foresight to have Jinx build sound dampeners that Sona could turn and off with the flick of a switch.
"Sona!" Jinx half-moaned, half-screamed, eyes rolling into the back of her head and starting to drool. "Stop! I'm gonna cum!"
This being one of those confusing instances of sex where 'stop' did not mean stop, but actually meant 'keep going and don't you dare stop until you've fucked me senseless or I will never forgive you.'
One of those little things safewords were for.
Jinx continued to moan and pant, and Sona began to slow down, teasing and edging her.
"Why, you!" Jinx shouted, snarling and glaring at as she felt the orgasm that'd been building begin to fade and ebb.
Sona lifted her head up and popped her mouth open, and Jinx nodded to show she understood what Sona wanted - she wanted Jinx to say her name.
"Sona!" Jinx screamed, and Sona re-upped the pace and intensity of her finger, now shoving three fingers into Jinx's dripping pussy, getting her hand slick with Jinx's juices.
"Sona!" Jinx screamed against, lifting a leg up and wrapping it around Sona's lower back. "Sona, you beautiful, lovely, gorgeous - FUCK! FUCK! YES! I'M GOING! I MEAN I'M CUMMING! Aah! Aaaaahh ..."
Jinx's back arched, her voice faded, and her eyes rolled all the way back into her head as she came, pussy winking and squirting, making a mess all over Sona's fingers and palm, filling the room with the scent of her orgasm.
"Fuck," Jinx muttered, going slack underneath Sona. "That was so good."
Sona smiled. "Good girl," she signed, making a point to touch her hands together so as to smear Jinx's cum onto both of them, before she stuck all of her fingers in her mouth and sucked the juices up.
"I love you," Jinx said with a dazed smile. "You're so good to me. You make me feel so good. You're so beautiful. So nice."
Jinx bolted upright, almost throwing Sona off like a catapult with how fast she shot up.
"Marry me."
"Not yet," Sona signed, which wasn't a flat yes, but Jinx was quick to catch on that it wasn't a flat no, either.
"Come on! How many more times do you need to fuck me before you say yes?" Jinx asked.
"Three," Sona signed without missing a beat, but Jinx knew she was completely making that up and that it wasn't about the sex that was keeping them from making it official. It was the little things. That things that made a couple a married couple. Things like waking up to find an already-brewed mug full of coffee or tea made exactly how they liked it. Discovering they were low on their preferred brand of hygiene product, only to find it restocked while they weren't looking. How just being near the other could warm their heart and sooth their soul and lift the heavy turmoils of the day.
They weren't there just yet. Although she was getting better at it and making progress, Jinx still messed up Sona's coffee order (too much sugar, not enough cream), still insisted that Sona try her preferred brand of tampons instead of accepting that Sona simply liked the brand she'd been using, and while being near Jinx always lifted Sona's spirits, Jinx's presence didn't have the muscle to lift the heavier turmoils.
But she was getting better. At all of those things, Jinx was making progress, and Sona could see them being married one day.
There was also the elephant in the room that Sona still needed to stop Kayn and Rhaast and keep the ora from being used to destroy the universe, and that Jinx, while with a better heart and purer soul than most of her ilk, was still a smuggler pirate criminal with a history of exploding things she really shouldn't have, but here, in this moment, those were more secondary concerns.
"I love you," Sona signed.
"I love you," Jinx signed back, surprising Sona. Jinx hadn't mentioned she was learning not just to understand sign, but speak it herself as well.
Okay, maybe she could move up the time-table on that whole marriage thing by a little bit. Not too much. But some.
"May I?" Jinx signed, then pointed at finger at Sona's crotch, then at her mouth as she mimed a gesture of drinking from a cup and gulping.
Sona nodded, then got up off Jinx and from the couch, allowing Jinx to get up.
Sona then sat down at the couch and spread her legs wide, and Jinx got on her knees and pressed her lips to Sona's royal vagina, kissing and sucking and sensually rubbing Sona's thighs with her hands.
Sona let out a soft gasp as Jinx worked her tongue in and out. Sona clutched onto the armrest of the couch as Jinx's mouth did excellent work, hungry for both Sona's cum and Sona's approval.
Jinx gave Sona a glance, looking up with half-lidded, extra bedroom-y eyes that silently begged 'please oh please cum into my mouth, mistress'.
Sona smiled and tried to relax further, kicking her legs up and dropping her feet on the coffee table, where her heel hit the bell, knocking it over and making it ring.
Jinx was off her at once, springing up to her feet like Sona was one of her explosive devices that had been primed and about to go off.
Jinx swept her eyes up and down Sona. "I'm sorry. Are you okay? Where did I hurt you?"
"You're okay," Sona signed. "I'm okay."
"Are you sure?" Jinx asked.
"Yes," Sona signed. "Please. Keep going."
"But ... you rang the bell," Jinx said.
"Accident," Sona signed simply. Not that she didn't appreciate Jinx's respectful adherence to the safeword bell, but she had been rather close to climaxing when the interruption had occurred, and part of her annoyance with the cut-short orgasm was bleeding through into the angry, forceful way she made her signs.
Jinx frowned, tilting her head and looking at Sona with concern.
Sona grabbed her by the chin and pulled her forward, planting a deep, long kiss on her lips.
"More," Sona signed once she broke the kiss.
Jinx nodded, convinced. She made sure to pick the bell back up and place it back on the coffee table before resuming her kneeling position and her sucking of Sona's pussy.
Sona placed a hand on Jinx's head and started lovingly stroking Jinx's hair to let Jinx know that everything was all right, looking down at Jinx with a loving expression of adoration.
Jinx looked back, and Sona could tell she still thought she had done something wrong.
Sona thought about what she could do to make Jinx more comfortable and put her mind at ease. Jinx hadn't done anything wrong - in fact, that she took she safeword bell as seriously as she did only further proved that Jinx was doing everything right. The failure was never in the use of the safeword in of itself, only whether the safeword was respected, and respect it Jinx had. But Sona knew how Jinx could be hard on herself and start beating herself up if she got into her head that she'd messed up somehow. Something to do with a past trauma, Sona suspected.
Getting an idea, Sona stuck her tongue and wiggled it around her face.
Jinx's eyes widened, getting both the obvious message from Sona's gesture (make me cum already, damn it) and the hidden message (you haven't done anything wrong).
Jinx nodded, murmured something affirmative that came our garbled and unintelligible with her mouth stuffed full of Sona pussy, and started sucking faster and more passionately.
Sona reached a hand hand down to grab onto Jinx's head to hold both of them steady as her body started to vibrate from her fast-approaching orgasm.
Sona couldn't quite moan, but her mouth still made the same gesture as she finally got to her own orgasm, squirting furiously into Jinx's mouth, her body overwhelmed with feelings of warmth, pleasure, ecstasy, love, and gratitude that she had gotten the chance to meet Jinx.
Jinx moaned and gulped loudly as she swallowed Sona's juices, making sure to lap up each drop.
Jinx pulled away and licked her lips.
"Damn, Sona," Jinx said. "Your cunt was practically spring-loaded today. I don't think I've ever tasted that much juice at once."
Sona mimed a giggle, then blew a kiss at Jinx.
"We better get cleaned up and dressed," Jinx said. "Wouldn't want Yasuo coming down and seeing us like this."
Sona nodded in agreement, and Jinx smacked the side of her robot arm, and a hatch opened up, dropping everything that they would need to get themselves clean - as well as test for any potential sexually transmitted undesirables that might have slipped through their first test.
No sooner were they done with all of the clean-up and dress up when both of their communication devices beeped.
"Sona, Jinx, come to the bridge," Yasuo's voice said. "There's something I'd like to discuss with all of you."
"Uh-oh. Sounds like we're busted," Jinx said, covering her device so Yasuo couldn't hear it.
Sona nodded and made the sign for 'fire', assuring Jinx that she remembered their agreement for her to take the heat from Yasuo.
When they got to the bridge, Yasuo was standing next to Malphite, who seemed bouncing with energy and unable to keep still. Something had the big lug excited.
"What's this about?" Jinx asked, hoping to keep up a pretense as long as possible.
Yasuo's eyes darted back and forth between them. Obviously, he was suspicious of them having had sex together sometime in the last hour in direct violation of the thing he told them to not do, but he wasn't going to confront him about now.
"Malphite has won a prize," Yasuo said.
"A prize?" Jinx asked.
"Yes," Yasuo said. "Apparently he signed up for it some time ago, and today was his lucky day. We now have four tickets to the Celestial Carnival. Obviously, Sona will need a disguise, but I thought you all might like to go. It's not too far from our current location. I figured we could use the vacation, get some snacks, maybe even some supplies, meet new people who we haven't somehow already swindled and aren't trying to kill us, maybe relax ... assuming Kayn and his cronies don't spot us. Which, with our luck, they probably will. But I figured I owed our crew the chance to try it anyway."
Jinx and Sona looked to each other with a smile.
If they could convince Yauso to split up into two groups - Yasuo and Malphite in one, Jinx and Sona in the other ...
Then this sounded like the perfect place to go on a date.