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She’s still getting used to this rugged lifestyle.
When Miorine was growing up she never had to worry about her base needs. Food, water, comfortable climate, it was all readily available to her as much as she needed, and so she took them for granted. The idea of having things so important to her survival not within arms’ reach had scarcely even crossed her mind.
But that’s where she is right now. She has crops that she grows, but it’s up to either bartering or chance if she gets to eat anything that doesn’t come from her garden. Clean water is scarce, so what little they have needs to be carefully rationed. And everything, everything is at the mercy of Earth’s weather.
She sits on the worn loveseat that they’d managed to salvage for their little cabin. Built of wooden slats, roof lined with solar panels, in one corner a fireplace and another a comms station. Dust and dirt have a way of accumulating on every surface around here, so the scent of earth permeates the space.
But this is fine, she thinks. This is her home now. And it’s more of a home than anywhere else she’s ever lived.
The screen door opens, and she hears a pair of footsteps crossing the threshold.
“Mio, I’m home.”
And that’s why. That’s why, despite the hardship and squalor, this is her home. Their home.
She stands, a warm smile spreading across her face. “Welcome home, Suletta.”
Suletta smiles back at her, a smile that’s lost some of its bright luster, but is still the same kind and gentle smile she’s always known. There was a time when she was so terrified that she’d never see it again, but now she sees it every day.
Miorine approaches her wife, noting the multiple baskets and small bags Suletta is carrying in her arms. “What did they give you this time?”
“Oh! Uh...” She hobbles over to the kitchen counter to set down her haul. “So there’s...eggs from Matos, and a couple of smoked sausages he had around, too...Baran made this blackberry tart...the wheel of cheese is from Ellis...”
Miorine leans against one of the kitchen chairs and shakes her head, watching her wife sort through the day’s gifts. It had been surprising enough how fast Suletta had managed to integrate herself within the local community, but their generosity towards her was more than either of them had ever expected. But Suletta was something of an honorary Earthian, so perhaps she was simply recognized and welcomed by her own people.
“You know,” Suletta says, turning to face Miorine, “you should come out and spend more time with them. They don’t hate you, you know. They’re always asking me how you’re doing, so they do care.”
“I...” she sighs, knowing Suletta is right. She was a Spacian harbinger of destruction once, but she’d left her perch in the heavens long ago and hasn’t looked back. Perhaps if she truly wants to atone she needs to walk among those she’d hurt the most. “I...suppose.”
“Hey, Mio.” Suletta approaches her and wraps her in a gentle embrace. “It’s fine, really. They’re good people.”
“I believe you.” She pulls Suletta tighter against her. Suletta was already tall, but shortly after coming here she’d hit one final growth spurt, leaving her towering almost a foot over Miorine. In this position the most comfortable thing she can do is bury her face in Suletta’s chest. Which is hardly a terrible thing. She clings tightly to Suletta and breaths in her scent, sweat and soil and something floral. It makes her feel calm. Makes her feel safe. She nuzzles deeper, and she can feel the vibrations of Suletta’s soft laughter.
“Mio...” Every time Suletta calls her that it’s like everything else ceases to exist except her. She loves that little nickname. She can never hear it enough. “Mio.” One of Suletta’s hands cups her face and raises her chin, and she finds herself staring up into soulful blue eyes.
“Suletta,” she says before wrapping her arms around Suletta’s neck and pulling her down for a kiss.
They kiss, in some capacity, pretty much every day. Quick pecks on the cheek or the forehead are common. Sometimes on the lips as well. When they’re lying in bed or sitting on the porch together they’ll often share longer, lingering kisses, ones that make time seem to slow to a halt. Sometimes it’s heated, passionate kisses, on the lips and neck and collar and everywhere else. But no matter how much they kiss it will never be enough.
There’s a certain hunger in this kiss. It’s quickly becoming the third kind.
Suletta’s hands reach Miorine’s thighs and she bends her knees slightly, and Miorine knows exactly what she wants. She breaks the kiss for a moment, just long enough for Suletta to hoist her upward, and wraps her legs around her waist before resuming. The kiss has grown desperate, needy. Suletta wants her. And Miorine wants her just as much.
Suletta breaks the kiss, a string of spit stretching between their lips as they pull apart. They stare at each other, both panting with anticipation. “Do you want to take this into bed?”
Miorine shakes her head. “Right here is fine,” she says before capturing Suletta’s lips again.
Their tongues dance against each other, neither seeking to dominate or submit but meeting in the middle. Miorine feels herself being set down on the kitchen table, and Suletta uses the opportunity to lean in and deepen the kiss further. Her large, strong hands roam up and down Miorine’s back and sides, slowly migrating to her front. They gently paw at her chest, and Miorine whimpers into the kiss. Suletta’s fingers toy with the buttons on her blouse, slowly undoing them one by one, exposing her soft creamy skin bit by bit. The air is warm as it comes into contact, but goosebumps rise all over her just the same.
Suletta breaks the kiss and moves to nibble at Miorine’s collar, and the slight brush of teeth against the tender skin makes her gasp. It’s quickly followed by a few swipes of her tongue. Suletta repeats the motion, this time moving slowly upward along her neck, towards her jaw. Her hands, meanwhile, caress the bare skin of Miorine’s back and stomach, their touch warm and gentle. Miorine shrugs off her blouse to make things a little easier. Suletta nips just just below her ear, then traces the line of little marks she’s made with her tongue. In the same moment, her fingers quickly undo the clasp on Miorine’s bra.
She simply lets it fall away.
Suletta leans back the moment Miorine’s top half is fully exposed, and for a moment she doesn’t do anything. She just sits back and stares, takes in every inch of flushed skin before her. There’s a hunger in her gaze, sure, but more than that there’s something soft, something warm. She’s caressing Miorine with her eyes as much as she is with her hands. The love in Suletta’s eyes is making Miorine’s chest buzz.
“Keep kissing me,” Miorine breathes, “please.”
“Okay,” Suletta says, and dives right back in.
Suletta playfully bites at her lip, and at the same time takes Miorine’s modest breasts into her hands and squeezes gently. Miorine moans into the kiss and pulls Suletta closer against her. Suletta’s hips press into her own, and she gasps as she feels her arousal straining against her clothes. Without thinking she grinds against it, and Suletta moans and grinds back. They pick up a rhythm of grinding against each other, and Miorine’s hand trails down Suletta’s front, loosening a few buttons along the way, until it stops at the hem of her jeans. She undoes the button and slips her hand inside to cup the bulge, and Suletta breaks the kiss with a choked gasp.
“So hard,” she whispers, massaging Suletta’s cock through her underwear, “you’re so hard for me.”
“What...what about you?” Suletta’s face is flushed and her breathing is heavy, but there’s a certain confidence in her expression that ignites a fire in Miorine’s belly. With a slight grin she slips her hand into Miorine’s shorts, running a finger along her clothed slit and drawing a higher-pitched whine from her. “You’re all wet like this.”
“It’s because I want you,” Miorine says before kissing Suletta again. The kiss is short this time, with Suletta breaking it to trail her lips downward.
“Good,” she murmurs against Miorine’s collarbone, “because I want you.”
Suletta marks her, a tiny reddish-purple bruise just below her collar, and then leaves another one just below it. She leaves a trail down to her chest, and then switches to using her tongue, running it up and down the crevice between her breasts. She moves to latch onto a nipple, swirling her tongue around it and sucking gently. Her hands go to Miorine’s waist, tugging insistently at her shorts.
Miorine raises her hips, allowing Suletta to pull them off of her.
She’s almost completely bare before Suletta, and that’s fine. But Suletta is still wearing most of her clothes, which is not as fine. She tugs at the collar of Suletta’s shirt.
“Off,” she gasps, “take this off. I want to see you. Please.”
Suletta raises her head and gives Miorine a quick kiss on the lips. “Okay,” she says, and quickly unbuttons her shirt and throws it away. Her bra follows shortly.
She dives back into Miorine’s chest almost instantly, attacking her breasts with her lips and tongue with enthusiasm. Miorine’s hands go to her head and entangle themselves in Suletta’s mane, a gesture of encouragement that Suletta quickly responds to. She kneads at one breast with her hand while sucking and biting at the other with a look of focus and intensity.
It’s so goddamn sexy of her. The spot between Miorine’s legs throbs.
“I need you,” she says between breaths, “Suletta, I need you, please...”
“What do you mean?” There’s a playful lilt to Suletta’s voice as she rests her chin on Miorine’s collar, gazing up at her. “You need to be clear with me, you know.”
Miorine whines in frustration. She doesn’t know when or where Suletta learned to tease her like this.
“Suletta,” she pants, “Suletta, I need you in me...I need you to fuck me.” Her face burns with embarrassment, but the soft chuckle and the look of love on Suletta’s face make it all worth it.
“Okay.” She smiles before sticking out her tongue, dragging it lovingly over Miorine’s skin, past her breasts, down her stomach, dipping briefly into her navel. It’s warm and it’s wet and it leaves a tingling trail in its wake. She reaches the waistband of Miorine’s panties and takes it between her teeth.
Miorine understands the signal and raises her hips again. Suletta pulls them down, a string of arousal stretching out from her dripping core.
Miorine’s heart thrums in her chest. Suletta releases her panties and lets them fall to her ankles. She stares at Miorine’s lower lips, hunger burning bright in her eyes. Her tongue darts out from between her lips and she slowly, deliberately licks them.
Before Miorine feels the need to start begging again Suletta dives in, licking a long stripe up the slit and drawing a loud moan from her. Miorine’s legs turn to jelly almost instantly as Suletta licks her over and over with the flat of her tongue. She’s slow at first, teasing. Tasting her. She traces the outline of her entrance. Miorine whines.
“Please,” she gasps.
Suletta chuckles lowly, and Miorine can feel the vibrations against her. The tip of her tongue slips inside for just a moment before returning to teasing her slit. It dips lower, past her sex and teases the spot just above her rear entrance.
Miorine’s hands further entangle themselves in Suletta’s hair, and her thighs squeeze around her head. “Please!”
Suletta hums before dipping her tongue inside, then pulling out again. Miorine is about to whine in protest before Suletta’s tongue plunges into her again and curls, then curls again at a different angle. It flicks in and out of her, ever so often brushing against her rapidly hardening clit, then plunges in again. Miorine’s so wound up already, if Suletta keeps this up she’s going to...
Suletta withdraws, looking up at Miorine almost innocently as she turns to nip at her inner thigh. Miorine groans in frustration.
“Suletta,” she begs, “Suletta, come on, please...”
“Mmmmm,” Suletta hums, planting a few hickeys over Miorine’s thighs.
“Please...”
She smiles, and while Miorine is already dripping it somehow manages to make her even wetter.
“Okay,” she says before she slides a finger inside and wraps her lips around her clit.
Miorine cries out and tilts her head back as she pulls Suletta in further. Suletta’s finger gently moves in and out, her tongue swirls around the swollen pink nub, and Miorine barely has enough air in her lungs to tell her to keep going. She squeezes down around Suletta’s finger and receives a hard suck to her clit in return. Suletta picks up the pace slightly, stirring her arousal and causing it to spill onto the table.
She adds a second finger, and stars flash behind Miorine’s eyes.
It’s just her fingers. It’s just her fingers and she’s already starting to feel the static buzz in the back of her head. Her thighs squeeze around Suletta as she scissors her fingers apart and nibbles at her clit.
She’s so close. “Suletta...Suletta, I’m...”
Suletta withdraws. A sudden sensation of emptiness washes over Miorine’s body.
“Not yet,” she says, gazing up at Miorine from the spot between her legs. Her face is covered in slick. “Not without me.”
She rises to her feet. The two fingers that were inside Miorine moments ago glisten as she brings them to her face, and examines them almost proudly before giving one of them a long, slow lick. She’s savoring it. Savoring her. On impulse Miorine reaches out and grabs the hand, bringing Suletta’s fingers to her mouth and sucking hungrily.
“So greedy,” she says softly, smiling as Miorine licks her fingers clean. “You’re so greedy for me.”
Miorine just moans around her fingers.
“I love that,” she says as she withdraws her hand. Miorine whines in protest but Suletta quickly captures her lips. She tastes salty and musky, the taste of Miorine’s arousal lingering on her tongue.
Yes, she’s greedy. She’s so, so greedy for Suletta. She’d let her go, once, and her absence had been like a hole in her chest. She thinks it’s nothing short of a miracle that she’d even been given a second chance, let alone that they’re together like this. She knows what she has now. Even if sometimes she feels she doesn’t deserve it she’ll still happily take everything Suletta gives her. And Suletta gives her so, so much.
There’s a soft sound of fabric hitting the floor, and something hot and hard and lightly pulsing flops against Miorine’s stomach. Miorine breaks the kiss and looks down to see Suletta’s cock, all eight erect inches of it, resting against her. There’s already pre leaking from the tip.
“Inside,” she gasps, “I need you inside.”
Suletta leans forward and pecks her on the lips again. “Okay.”
Suletta’s hand wraps around her considerable girth and guides the tip to Miorine’s entrance. It bumps against her clit, still swollen and tender from Suletta’s treatment of it moments ago, and a small moan forces itself from her throat. Suletta thrusts against her slit a few times, giggling at Miorine’s frustrated whines, before finally pushing it inside.
Suletta is big, and Miorine is small. Even with all the loving preparation she’s been given the fit is still tight, and Suletta needs to slowly ease her way in. But Miorine hardly minds. She loves this. She loves the way Suletta makes her feel so full.
Suletta stills as she bottoms out in Miorine, three quarters of her length buried in her. She leans down to kiss her forehead, her nose, her cheeks. Her lips.
“Are you doing okay?” Suletta’s voice is so soft it makes Miorine want to melt.
“I’m...” she takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, “I’m good. You feel..so good...”
Suletta kisses both of her eyelids. “Tell me when you want me to move,” she says.
Miorine wraps her arms around Suletta’s shoulders and her legs around her waist, pulling her closer. She needs Suletta to be as close to her as possible. She wants to breathe in her warm scent, feel the sweat on her skin and the heat radiating off of her body. She buries her face in the crook of Suletta’s neck and inhales deeply, letting her essence fill her lungs.
“Move.”
Suletta moves. She’s slow and gentle in her motions. She’s letting Miorine feel everything. Every brush of nerves, every touch of flesh against flesh. Miorine relaxes into it, panting and moaning against Suletta’s shoulder. Suletta’s own breath caresses her neck, softly and gently. Her soft, quiet moans are right in Miorine’s ear, and it’s a sound that’s somehow both soothing and arousing. She wonders if Suletta feels the same right now.
Suletta’s arms wrap around her, and she raises her head to look into Miorine’s eyes. Now that she’s spent some time on Earth and gotten to know some of its geography, Miorine can say that the blue-green of Suletta’s eyes reminds her of the sea, and with the intensity of the love currently swirling in their depths, she’s tempted to dive forward into them and drown.
And so she does. She leans forward and takes Suletta’s lips with her own.
Suletta is a craving that Miorine will never truly slake. She’d denied herself for too long. But when all of her senses are overwhelmed with Suletta, when her mouth, her hands, her body is full of Suletta, it’s enough.
Suletta breaks the kiss and Miorine tilts her head to give her access to her neck. She bites, hard, and runs her tongue over the fresh teeth marks.
“Mine,” she growls, low and husky against Miorine’s skin. It’s a voice that she only ever uses in moments like this, and every time Miorine gets to hear it it sends a shudder of delight through her body.
“Yours,” she breathes, tangling her hands in Suletta’s hair, “I’m yours, just...keep...keep going, please...”
Suletta continues to rock her hips into Miorine, and there’s a pressure that’s quickly building in her belly. Her breathing grows shallow, her moans grow louder, and her nails dig into Suletta’s shoulders for support. Suletta adjusts her position, planting one hand flat on the table and leaning forward slightly. The change in angle makes Miorine gasp in surprise, and static flashes in her vision.
“Suletta!” She cries out her name in a desperate plea. There’s an unbearable heat coiled inside her now, and it’s moments away from snapping. “Suletta, I’m...I’m so close...”
“Miorine,” Suletta says her name, voice trembling with want. “Miorine, I...I...love you...”
Miorine comes. The rush of warmth splashing against something deep inside her tells her Suletta is right behind.
It feels like time has stopped for a while. There’s nothing else out there, just her and Suletta, just their heavy breaths echoing in each other’s ears and their flushed, sweaty skin pressed together. There’s an uncontainable, vibrant warmth spreading throughout Miorine’s body, and her head is almost dizzy with contentment.
After a while she feels Suletta lifting her by the hips, and then carefully moving both of them to sit in a chair. Miorine now rests in Suletta’s lap. Their bodies are still connected. Suletta gently strokes her back, her fingers tracing along her spine and shoulders. Her touch is so soft, so soothing. Miorine never, ever wants to get up from here.
“I should probably get started on dinner soon,” Suletta says after a while. “I should really use that venison while it’s still fresh. I think we have some vegetable stock left, so maybe I could make a stew or something...”
A shudder travels up from Miorine’s chest. Her vision blurs as something wet gathers in her eyes. A tear splashes onto Suletta’s shoulder.
“M-Mio?” Suletta stiffens, suddenly very alert. “Are you crying?”
“They’re...they’re happy tears,” she says with a sniffle as she sits up to look at Suletta. “I’m just...I...I love you so, so much, and it’s...” She can barely talk, she finds. All of these feelings, all the joy and love in her body comes pouring forth and she can’t stop it. She doesn’t want to stop it. She wants Suletta to know.
“Mio.” Suletta kisses her and reaches up to wipe away her tears. “You make me so happy, Mio. Every day.” Suletta kisses all over her face, covering every surface she can reach with the warmth of her lips, before they finally return to Miorine’s own.
“I’ll keep loving you. So please keep loving me.”