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Mei agrees to everything. One thing about her is that she really does not know how to say “no.” To anyone. Sometimes it turns out in her favor – like that time she agreed to go with Kiana to a concert he had an extra ticket for and ended up having the time of her life.
Sometimes, it turns out with her sitting behind the wheel at 6 in the morning, sending a text to Elysia to signal her arrival.
be there in a sec 🩷🥰 comes the reply, so Mei sighs and pockets her phone and hums to herself as she keeps her eyes on the building she parked in front of, waiting for that ever so familiar girl to come out with her completely necessary and vital total of six bags for a four day trip.
Elysia had decided to unwind and go down to Chiba for a while, but she absolutely refused to take a train or any other way of transport, so Mei, as her bestest friend and most loyal whim pleaser, nonchalantly mentioned that the drive was a simple six hours as they ate pizza and watched shitty television.
Immediately she regretted her words, when Elysia clung to her, pouting, eyes round and bright and pleading that Mei please brings her to the beach, that they’ll have the best time in the world, that Elysia totally wants to show off her brand new bikini yadda yadda blah blah blah, it all ends up with Mei getting out of her car at six in the goddamn morning to help her friend carry her bags to the trunk.
“Whaaaat, no good morning kiss?” Elysia teases in a whine as she tugs on Mei’s hand, grabbing her wrist. Mei’s glad her hair covers her reddening ears and gives her a kiss on the cheek. “Such a gentleman, my Mei jiejie. Good morning to you, too!”
“Just get in the car already,” Mei answers, a little exasperated. She accommodates all bags—Elysia’s outrageous six and Mei’s simple two, not counting her backpack in the backseat—in order from biggest underneath and smallest up top for easy reach, then closes the trunk door. “It’s still a little chilly and you’re underdressed.”
Elysia hums next to her and looks down at her outfit, exposed legs up to a little above the knee and wearing a giant, oversized black tee with a band design on it. It used to be Mei’s, from that concert Kiana brought her to. It looks cute on Elysia’s 5 foot 3 frame, small and round and cute.
Mei keeps looking at her legs until Elysia grabs the sides of the shirt as if a dress and twirls, lifting it up a little. That’s when she looks away, for respect and whatever else, because even though Elysia is obviously wearing biker shorts underneath she doesn’t wanna risk it.
“The sun is out! And I think I’m dressed appropriately,” Elysia says.
“Sure you are.” Mei presses a finger to the middle of Elysia’s eyebrows and pushes. “Go in.”
“Agh, don’t do that!” Elysia sighs and pushes Mei’s hand away. “Is this how you treat all pretty girls, Mei? You hurt them? You will never gain their favor this way.”
I don’t want anyone’s favor, Mei thinks. She opens the door for Elysia and bites down on her tongue when the girl stands on her tiptoes to kiss her cheek as thanks. Well, maybe there’s someone she herself favors.
“Let’s get going,” Mei replies once Elysia is already buckled and ready. She closes the door and goes around the car to enter the driver’s side, hoping Elysia doesn’t see her blush as she does so. She buckles on, turns on the car. And so they're off.
It’s a convenient time to go on a trip: Mei is completely in a slump at work, not being able to do a single thing required of her, so she took some time off. Her boss was understanding. Of course she was—her boss is Fu Hua, of all people. When she told her about Elysia’s impromptu trip, Hua encouraged her to take time off and go, that their little robots won’t be going anywhere. And Elysia, well. The girl was on summer break, free of students for two months. Why not go on a trip? The beach is beautiful, the Japanese oceanside somewhere she has wanted to go for ages ever since coming to live here.
So Mei bites down on her tongue and goes. They prepare the car, they book a small cabin near the beach where they’ll stay—the cheapest side of expensive for an airbnb they could find that was still luxurious to fit Elysia’s outrageous tastes—and at six in the morning, their six hour drive from Nagoya to Chiba starts.
(Elysia also wants to go to Tokyo, and that’s a forty minute drive from Chiba. Mei sighs and does as she’s told, enamored by her friend and her need to explore the entire world.)
It’s calm the first hour of the ride or so. They catch up on their week—Mei’s slump at work, Elysia shopping online and taking a break. Elysia mentions her garden, how she’s started to plant more flowers, and Mei says she knows a thing or two about gardening, so Elysia invites her over to have a gardening date. Mei laughs at her. They share a chocolate bar, they keep on talking, Elysia telling her of some work drama and Mei giving commentary when necessary. The city wakes up with them, managing to get out right before the huge traffic hits them, and the countryside is already up and going as they ride past. The birds chirp and fly in arrow shapes on the clear-blue sky, not a single cloud in it.
The sun rises fast and bright there at the east, forcing Mei to put on her sunglasses and Elysia to shield her face with the sun visor, a whine escaping her.
“What is it?” Mei asks, hands loose on the steering wheel.
Elysia huffs and puts her feet on top of the dashboard. Mei clicks her tongue and lashes a hand out to hit her on her knees, slapping her slightly.
“Aww, I’m getting comfortable!” Elysia sighs. She puts her feet down. “The sun just hurt me a little, that’s all.”
“Your eyes hurt?”
“Mhm,” Elysia hums an affirmative. “Didn’t sleep too well, was too excited. I can’t believe I’m spending so much time with you! Alone! Whooo would have thought!”
Not me, Mei thinks boredly. She wants to lean into the steering wheel and stare into nothing for a few moments. She continues driving, speeds up a little on the empty road. The sun rises steadily and sure as always.
“I wasn’t gonna let you go on your own. You haven’t really gone anywhere other than Nagoya since you moved here,” Mei states as if obvious.
“I know! And you’re so sweet for that, Mei.” Elysia’s words make Mei’s ears burn. “Love you! What time is it?”
God. Her heart races at that love you. It’s friendly, she has to remind herself as she checks her watch in a glance. “Seven-thirty. Want to sleep?”
Elysia sighs and stays quiet for a few minutes. Mei lowers the window on her side, letting some breeze in. She considers turning on the stereo and playing her go-to long-drive playlist, but if Elysia chooses to sleep, she’s not doing anything of the sorts. Nature is enough company for now.
As predicted, Elysia nods and makes herself as comfortable as possible, leaning back her seat as far as it can go—which is pretty far. Mei’s car is nice like that. This is a point you all need to remember.
“Wake me when you make a stop, pretty please?” Elysia mumbles tiredly. Mei hums and places her hand on the girl’s leg for a moment, chaste and protective an inch above her knee before putting it back on the wheel.
It doesn’t take long for Elysia’s soft snores to fill the car. And so, Mei goes through the next thirty minutes or so in relative silence. She ends up putting on her playlist, music low enough to only be heard by her. An hour goes on. She stops at a traffic light. She pulls over to the side to look for her water bottle in her backpack, takes a drink and leaves it to her side, then continues driving. Elysia sleeps through all of it.
Mei watches her through the rear view mirror. Her shirt has ridden up, exposing the biker shorts Mei knew she was wearing. They’re tight on her, digging in on the chub of her thighs and her soft belly. Her chest rises and falls steadily, slowly. There’s a hand on top of her stomach, the other arm up above her head, lifting and straining the shirt against her body.
She looks away. She feels ashamed, suddenly, for the slight strain in her sweatpants and the way her body pulses and skin flushes red. Mei shouldn’t be having these thoughts, they’re already as unrequited as they come. With time she’s learned to push them down, not wanting to make Elysia uncomfortable; they’ve known each other for a long time, after all. Hua introduced them when she invited them for dinner once, claiming Elysia was coming from the same small town in the China countryside Hua was from. Mei has been besotted ever since. She couldn’t burden Elysia with her feelings. She was new here. So Mei hid them as well as she could for a long, long time, only confiding in Hua on drunken nights, only letting out her frustrations with other women, fucking them until she was sated, until Elysia’s hands on her elbows were but a memory and not a phantom touch, until the auditive hallucination of her laughter was replaced with needy moans of whatever girl she ended up with.
And then she comes up with this. A four day long getaway. It seems almost romantic. Mei feels like she’s going to burst at any second she’s near the woman, and Elysia suggests packing up and going six hours away just the two of them, like Mei is never one step away from bending Elysia over the closest surface and ruining her.
Stop thinking about it, Mei thinks to herself. She grits her teeth and powers through.
Around the two hour mark, at nine-thirty or so, Elysia moans and wakes up. She opens her eyes and hums, stretching herself in her seat like a cat. The shirt rides impossibly higher. Mei is gonna go crazy if she sees any more unblemished skin.
“Mmmmm, nice nap,” Elysia purrs. She rights the seat and ups the volume of the radio, an old western ‘80s song playing. “Did you miss me too much?”
“No, never,” Mei answers absentmindedly. She’s focused on the road and the google maps pulled up in front of her, a small furrow in her brow. The signal is cutting short.
“That’s so mean!” Elysia cries. She grabs Mei’s water bottle and takes a sip. “What’s wrong?”
“No signal here. But I should just continue straight until we get to a crossroad.” Mei answers. Elysia nods.
“Okay, sure thing, boss. I’ll just sit here and be all pretty for you to look at me whenever you need a little distraction,” Elysia sings. She tucks her hair behind her ears and leans back into the seat, looking out the window.
Mei exhales through her nose very quietly. She keeps on driving.
It’s almost ten when things go wrong. The sun is high in the sky. Now, remember when I said Mei’s car is nice. Well, it is, until it decides to act up. Mei begins to panic when she accidentally hits a bump on the road too hard on accident and the car makes a jarring, weird noise. Elysia squeals in surprise.
“Mei?!” She asks, eyes wide.
“It’s fine,” Mei says, teeth gritted. “It’s okay.”
It’s not. The car starts to turn off randomly from there, until they cannot move more than a few meters at the time. Fuck. Fuck. Mei pulls over off the deserted road in the middle of nowhere with no proper tools to fix anything.
Her car is nice. But she almost rebuilt it all herself. It sometimes acts up, makes her have a hard time. It has been acting so good lately she didn’t think it’d happen this time. God dammit.
“Mei?” Elysia asks again. Mei almost forgot about her in her panic. “Everything’s not fine, right?”
Mei sighs and takes off her sunglasses, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. “No, everything’s not fine.”
Elysia makes a sympathetic noise, her hand coming down to rest on Mei’s thigh. She gives it a small squeeze. “It’s okay! We can call a service to tow the car— we’re not too far away from Chiba, hm?”
Mei’s thigh burns like a forest fire. She looks at her phone: ETA, 2hs 37mins. She licks her lips. “Maybe we can get them to tow us to Chiba,” Mei mumbles.
Elysia hums again and squeezes one more time. “See? Not the worst option! Plus, at least you’re not alone. I’m right here with you!” She smiles, all teeth.
Mei is getting dizzy.
“I need to get off,” she says. It sounds so wrong. But she unbuckles her belt and unlocks the car and opens the door so she immediately redeems herself, and Elysia nods and lets her go.
Mei gets out of the car and gasps when the heat hits her like a truck. It’s hot outside, cicadas are ringing somewhere nearby. It’s surely summer. She looks inside the car and ignores Elysia’s worried glances as she grabs her phone and opens the search bar.
And, well. Her luck has been bad lately. Because she’s in the middle of nowhere, she has no signal, because why would she?
So Mei is stuck on the side of a deserted road, halfway between her hometown and her destination, the star of her wettest dreams inside her hot car on a hot summer day. She hates herself for wearing a black shirt right now.
“Ellie,” Mei calls out. “Come here, bring your phone.”
Elysia is out of the car in no time, pink-cased phone in hand. She hands it out to Mei unlocked and Mei tries to search for something in it, but she’s the very same as her: no signal.
They’re stuck.
“Okay, well,” Elysia says. “This is an unfortunate situation.”
Mei snorts. “You think so?” The situation is horrible. Ahhhhhhhhh. She pinches the bridge of her nose. “Dammit.”
“It’s— um. Mei,” Elysia sounds nervous. “Don’t you have a toolbox with you? You work in robotics, right?”
She wants to say they’re not the same, an engineer and a mechanic. Then she thinks it through, and Mei realizes they are kind of similar. Still, if the motor isn’t the problem, there’s little Mei can do to fix it.
“I don’t have it, I had to clear space for someone’s bags, but I can see what the issue is and when we get a signal we’ll call for a service.” Mei offers Elysia a reassuring smile.
The girl pouts anyway, crossing her arms under her chest. “I need those bags! You’re a pretty girl, Mei, I thought you’d understand me more than anyone!”
Ignoring the way her heart skips a beat, she laughs and tilts her head once. “My apologies, milady. Would you please honor this humble servant and get inside the carriage one more time while I try to identify the issue?”
“You’re corny,” Elysia whispers, a laugh escaping her. She does a curtsy and nods. “Of course, darling. Try not to keep me waiting, okay?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Mei offers her a smile.
She waits as her companion gets back in the car and she goes to the front, popping open the hood and leaning in. Mei ties her hair in a ponytail, practical and out of the way, before getting elbows deep into her car.
Inside the vehicle, Elysia huffs and puffs at the delay and puts her feet on the dashboard. The music died alongside the car, and she kind of wants to preserve her battery—already down to 50%—so she doesn’t play a music app.
It’s so hot. Japan summers don’t sit well with Elysia, humid and all consuming. She spends five minutes squirming, trying to find comfort, until the cotton of the shirt turns itchy against her skin and she simply has to take it off. Her bra is not the most comfortable either, but maybe it’ll be too much.
“Mei,” Elysia calls out. She hears the yeah? and keeps talking. “Can I use your water?”
“Sure,” Mei says from the front. “I have two more bottles in the trunk, it’s okay.”
“Thank you very much,” Elysia sings. She opens the bottle and wets the shirt, placing the soaked cloth on the back of her neck and moaning in relief.
There’s a loud thud. Elysia opens her eyes. “Mei? You okay?”
“Perfectly fine!” She sounds the smallest bit nervous, but Elysia won’t worry that much. She goes back to cooling down.
And Mei herself, well, the problem is not unfixable, but she has no tools with her so she has to call a service no matter what. Which she can’t. And Elysia moaning is distracting her, which frustrates her more than the whole situation.
She closes the hood and gulps down hard when she comes face to face with a half naked Elysia in her car, feet on the dashboard like she hates. Her sweatpants are impossibly tight. She can’t go out like this. Crap.
“So, what’s the verdict?” Elysia asks, oblivious.
Mei takes a breath. “Well, we need to get a signal somehow.” She wipes her forehead with the back of her hand, matted bangs sticking to her skin. “I can’t fix it without my things.”
Elysia whines and throws her head back, not liking the situation at all.
“I know,” Mei says. She hopes she sounds as apologetic as she feels. “We can wait together.”
“Of course, dummy! Who else am I supposed to wait with? Come back here!” Elysia proclaims, almost offended.
Mei chuckles as she goes back inside, feeling gross with sweat and oil in her hands and arms. She cleans them against her clothes the best she can. Mei sits down on her seat, door wide open to let air in. Elysia is looking already when Mei glances at her.
“What is it?” Mei asks.
“Nothing,” Elysia replies. They watch each other for a moment. “So, what now?”
“Well,” Mei sighs. “We wait, I guess. Open your door so it’s not as suffocating.”
“Ugh, but there’s bugs… you don’t even like them!” Elysia complains.
Mei huffs out a laugh and nods, then shrugs. “I’d prefer getting bug bites than dying of heat. Let me,” she says and then leans in, opening the door. Her arm brushes Elysia’s chest by pure accident, and she doesn’t miss the hitch on the girl’s breath, nor does she miss how fast her own heart begins to pump.
Mei sits back on her seat.
Elysia sighs and grabs her phone, checking if she has a signal one last time before turning it off. “I have to save up some battery, we can use your phone if anything. It’s so hot,” she sniffles.
Mei hums. “I know. I don’t know how I am not dying just yet.”
“Right?” Elysia chuckles. “You can’t handle heat well and I can. It must be the car, leather makes it hotter.”
Mei watches her, how she keeps on talking, in her underwear and tight shorts. Elysia gathers her hair over her shoulder and rakes her fingers through it, untangling it from where it must have gotten all messy during her nap. There’s sweat beading on her temple, her cheekbones, her neck. She licks her lips and bites down on her tongue to keep away the temptation to lean in and clean her up, lick her clean. Mei wonders if Elysia would let her. Let her bite her, taste her, mark her for herself so everyone knows. She wants to know if her skin is as soft as it looks, if it’s as supple and easy to bruise as she has seen before, if her teeth mark will show for a long time.
“...ei. Mei!” Elysia raises her voice. Mei startles and blinks quickly, looking at her friend, focused.
“Yeah? Sorry, what is it?” She clears her throat before she talks. She’s a bit parched.
“I was saying,” Elysia sighs, maybe a little tired. “Can you help me clean my back?”
And, oh, how it is tempting to lean in and lick up a line to her nape, bite her down and keep her still, taste the salt of her body from between the straps of her bra. Mei holds her breath for a second as she processes the request. A nonexistent breeze wakes her from her stupor and she grabs the shirt and the water bottle.
“I’ll be gentle,” Mei whispers. Elysia nods and turns around, gathering her hair over her shoulder, exposing her skin fully to Mei. Who gulps.
She wets the shirt again, pouring water on it outside of the car so she doesn’t ruin it then leaves the bottle between her knees. Mei leans in and places the cold cloth on the center of her back, wiping away the sweat.
Elysia stays quiet as Mei works, concise and thorough, until she accidentally moans when Mei presses the shirt to her lower back. This causes the engineer to startle. And press her legs together.
And water sprays out of the bottle and wets the entire car. Including Mei.
“Oh my god,” Mei exhales. Water drips down her face. Her shirt sticks to herself.
Elysia had turned around immediately when she heard the plastic crackle and upon finding Mei drenched, she burst out laughing. The motion makes her breasts shake, and Mei has to close her eyes. She has to.
“Oh my god!!” Elysia giggles, grabbing the shirt from Mei’s hands. “What happened to you?! Why— oh, Mei, why did you put the bottle there?”
“Please, just…” Mei sighs. She grabs the bottle and the little liquid it is left, and pours it on the shirt. Whatever. The car is already done for, who cares if it spills. “Clean yourself up, I’ll change my clothes.”
Elysia keeps on laughing, putting the shirt on her neck and patting herself down. A strap of her bra slides down. “Don’t be stupid! Don’t change, just– take your shirt off. You’re dressed in all black, you’ll get cooked alive!”
Mei considers her options. She doesn’t really feel like getting naked inside her car where her biggest desire can see her. Her sports bra is a little painful, also humid and sticking to her skin. She wants to shower.
“Just the shirt,” Mei concedes. Elysia says yay!, to which Mei raises an eyebrow, and she arches her back from the seat and takes her shirt off. You can see her piercings through the white cloth of the bra. Mei has never been more embarrassed.
“Woah,” Elysia says. Mei folds the shirt and puts it on the dashboard. “What is it?” Mei asks. “You’re hot!!! ”
Mei chokes on her own spit, coughing into her hand and looking out the open door. Elysia keeps laughing.
“You’ve seen me in this state before,” Mei says, baffled.
“Yeah, but not like this. Not up close! I didn’t know you got nipple piercings.”
“They, uh, they’re new…” Bashful all of a sudden, Mei rests against the steering wheel to cover herself a bit, looking away from Elysia.
Elysia giggles again and leaves the shirt on the dashboard, too, a crumpled mess next to Mei’s tidiness. She then leans in, over the console into Mei’s space, her hands supporting her weight. Her breasts are pressed together, pushed up, enticing, completely desirable. Mei’s heart beats fast against her ribcage. If any faster, any harder, she’s sure it’d break. Elysia tilts her head, looking almost innocent as she glances at Mei, wetting her lips. She shakes the shirt in front of Mei’s face for a second.
“Wanna keep going?” Elysia’s voice is like honey. Mei begins to sweat, anxiety pulling at her stomach. She turns to face the girl.
“I don’t think I can,” she whispers back. Her body aches with the need to grab Elysia and do what she wants.
Elysia makes a noise, tuts, shakes her head. “You’re under no obligation, but I know what you’re thinking,” she says. She leans in a little bit closer, just enough to breach the gap, lay a chaste and short kiss on Mei’s open mouth.
“You’re not ruining anything if both of us want this,” Elysia whispers, comforting, hot, sweet.
And Mei is just a girl, after all.
She closes the gap again, not caring about the console stick digging into her ribs as she grabs Elysia by the back of her neck and kisses her, open mouthed and needy and wet. Their teeth clack together awkwardly until they find an angle that works for them both, Mei thumbing at Elysia’s jaw, tongues brushing against each other. Elysia moans into her mouth. She tastes of sleep and the chocolate bar and a hint of her mint toothpaste and cherries because of her chapstick and it is such an overwhelming mix of flavors Mei wants to eat her whole just to decipher every taste of her; she wraps her lips around her tongue and sucks, earning herself another moan, high pitched. It makes Mei twitch in her pants. She’s so glad their shirts are off already.
She opens her eyes the slightest bit to look at Elysia, moaning when she finds her already staring through lidded eyes. She sucks on her tongue one more time before letting go, and Elysia pants, shaky hands digging into Mei’s sides.
“Please,” she whispers. Her eyes are hazy, dazed, and Mei forces her head back and kisses the center of her throat, biting the skin there. “Ah! Hnh, be nice to me, Mei…”
“Sorry,” she whispers, not apologetic at all. Mei kisses down her throat, up the sides of her neck, bites and sucks on the skin under her ear, marks her up prettily. Her skin is salty with sweat and it drives Mei crazy.
“Ellie,” she says breathlessly. Elysia answers with a hum and scratches on her ribs. “Come here, please, come here.”
“Yeah,” Elysia scrambles to her knees. Mei separates and pushes her seat back and down all the way, almost lying down fully. Elysia moves and hits her head against the roof of the car in her haste to sit down on Mei’s lap, then her ass accidentally hits the steering wheel and honks, and it startles her enough to fall onto Mei’s open arms.
Mei catches her and holds her against her chest for a second, and then the both of them start laughing.
“Are you okay?” Mei asks through chuckles, her hand coming up to hold Elysia’s head.
“That hurt, ouch,” Elysia giggles. She rests her forehead on top of Mei’s sternum. “I’m sorry, I just— I’ve wanted you for so long, I don’t know what to do with myself!”
Mei laughs again, her other hand coming down to hoist Elysia up in her lap a bit. Both girls moan when their centers press against each other, Mei being able to feel the warmth of Elysia through her shorts.
Elysia pulls herself up and holds her weight, hovering above Mei. Her pink hair falls around them prettily, filtering the sunlight like a curtain. She rocks her hips slowly against Mei’s hardness.
“This tells me you’ve wanted me, too,” Elysia teases. She moves again, and Mei’s eyes close for a long second. “I’ve known for a while. Do you think I planned this trip for no reason?”
Mei opens one eye and looks at her, the girl of her dreams above her, moving over her dick like she’s done it before, like she’s thought of it before. She opens her mouth to reply when Elysia grinds down again, harder this time.
“Getting you away and all for myself was my plan all along, but I didn’t think you’d be so dirty to want to fuck me in such a place,” Elysia giggles.
“Ellie, fuck– slow down,” Mei begs her, head rolling back into the headrest as the girl completely ignores her words.
“You’re so hard, Mei,” Elysia croons. “For me? I’m honored! You know, Hua told me about your little adventures whenever you canceled on me.”
Shit. The next grind seems pointed. It’s almost jealous. Mei grits her teeth.
“Mhm, say, have you thought of them while you were inside them? Or did you think of me? Of how I’d look, full of you, moaning under you, above you…”
“Ellie,” Mei moans. She can’t help but cant her hips upwards, jostling the girl above her and making her moan out.
Elysia meets her halfway. When Mei thrusts again, Elysia grinds down, and she falls into her arms again. “Mei, not fair,” she whines. She’s so wet it’s starting to seep through her shorts. Mei’s half sure she doesn’t have any underwear on, and she’s also sure her sweatpants will be stained.
Forcing herself upright again, Elysia grinds down faster on her lap, and now she’s one hundred percent certain that her pants are stained. Elysia moans and pulls her body back, perpendicular to Mei, her hips chasing something desperately.
“I— ah, I hope you thought of this,” Elysia gasps. Mei is mesmerized. “Of me above you, asking for you to fill me up. I’m sure you, hah, fucked them thoroughly, hm? But it wasn’t me, so—Mei, wuh–we need to change that, hngh,” Elysia moans. It rings loud inside the car.
Fuck. Mei wants her so bad. She sits up and wraps her arms around Elysia’s hips, pushing her flush against her and holds her as Elysia fucks her through their clothes. Mei moans and hides her face on her neck, kissing the sensitive skin there, so close to coming it’s almost embarrassing.
“Mei,” Elysia whispers, arms coming up to grab her hair. “Mei, be good, won’t you touch me? Make me feel all nice? Won’t you be good to me like that?”
And, fuck. She can’t say no. Mei lifts her hands and undoes the clasps of Elysia’s bra, the thing getting thrown away and quickly forgotten in exchange of Mei biting down on her chest and kissing downwards, wrapping her lips around one nipple, sucking on it as her free hand plays with the other one, pinching it between thumb and forefinger and rolling the breast in her hand. Elysia’s whines get louder, incoherent, Mei’s name spilling out of her mouth as her hips stutter over her dick, and there’s a tight feeling in the pit of Mei’s belly, and then she comes. Because of course she comes first. Elysia pulls on her hair when Mei bites her a bit too hard, desperate, and she sees white as she comes, hot against Elysia’s core. Her lover gasps, whines, and her hips stop and she goes quiet. Her grip on Mei’s hair tightens, forcing a moan out of her, and Elysia pulls her head up so they can kiss, wet, messy, both girls panting against each other’s mouths, gasping, inhaling each other’s oxygen.
Fuck, indeed.
“Mei,” Elysia breathlessly says. “Mei, Mei, fuck me. You have to. You will, right? Please, please please—”
“Get in the back,” Mei rasps out. Her pants are sticking to her and she hates it. “Put the backpack on the floor, I don’t care. Get in the back now.”
“Wait,” Elysia says. Mei looks at her and closes her eyes immediately when her mouth is covered by Elysia’s, the kiss messy again, desperate.
They stay like that for a long moment, simply making out, tongues licking into each other’s mouths until they’re almost drooling. The grip on Mei’s hair has not let down for a millisecond, tight and controlling and Mei lets herself be pushed forward, pushed back, her neck craning as Elysia stands on her knees for leverage and kisses her more, more, more.
They part for air eventually, a gasp escaping them both. Mei watches with crossed eyes the trail of spit that connects their mouths and thumbs it away from Elysia’s, then licks it. “Get in the back.”
“Okay,” Elysia breathes. Mei holds her steady as she bends over to throw the backpack on the floor as said then helps her make the move.
Once Elysia settles, Mei sighs, closes the passenger door and gets out of the car. She closes the driver door. She leans into it, throws her head back, covers her eyes for a moment. What are they doing, Mei wonders as she takes a deep, deep breath.
Her anxiety won’t be quelled easily, not at all. It probably won’t be until they make it back home to Nagoya and she prays that things won’t go back to what they were. She doubts it. Logically, Mei knows that having sex with Elysia is a one-way trip; this could change everything, would it be too soon to move in together once they return? They’ve practically been dating since the moment they met. Mei wants her permanently; she’s not sure of what she’d do if Elysia only wants a good fuck, which Mei can surely give her, but she wants more. She wants forever.
She thinks about it for about a second before she looks inside the car and sees Elysia covering herself with her arms, almost embarrassed. She recognizes that look on her face, where humiliation starts to rise and Mei all but throws the door open in her haste to get to her, comfort her.
“Careful!” Elysia laughs, extending her arms toward her. Her face blushes beautifully. “Hi, Mei.”
How could Mei ever, ever think of denying her?
“Hi, Ellie,” she says back, as easy as that.
Elysia hums and grabs her by the face, and they’re kissing again. Mei likes this a lot. She hopes they kiss more in the future. Hands move all over the place, Mei still half hanging out of the car, one knee pressed between Elysia’s legs for leverage and the other outside. Mei’s hands come down to grab Elysia’s shorts and hook her thumbs on the waistband, and, wordlessly, the girl lifts her hips and lets her pull them down.
“Shit, you’re so wet,” Mei whispers into the space between them. Elysia giggles, moving to help Mei completely take the shorts away.
“Well, you try sitting next to the hottest woman alive for hours and not get hard, hm?” Elysia counters. A hand moves and grabs Mei’s, bringing it to her core, to where she wants it. “You can touch me however you like, okay?”
Mei licks her lips as she curls her fingers the slightest bit, brushing against her folds, eyes focused on the way Elysia shivers. “Like this?”
An answering nod. Her other hand grabs Mei’s shoulder for support, and Mei touches her again, more certain, fingers sliding down each side of her clit, coming together for the upstroke, circling her clit slowly. She was wet enough that her fingers moved easily against Elysia, pressing and stroking as they breathe in each other’s air. Elysia’s pretty, red, swollen mouth falls open at this, with Mei trying to find out what works best to make this woman melt under her touch. It’s when Elysia’s breathing picks up that Mei tentatively dips a finger inside her, and the hitch in her breath makes her pull out, then two, and she holds them there for a moment, letting Elysia catch her breath.
“Your hands—” Elysia clenches around her fingers. Both girls moan at this, Mei’s head dropping against her shoulder. “They’re so big, Mei, I can’t wait to have you inside,” she continues.
Mei’s wrist twitches, the fingers inside moving with it. Elysia moans again. “I’m already inside you,” Mei explains.
She doesn’t let Elysia say another thing before she’s moving her fingers again, pumping in and out, curling them upwards and hitting every good spot. Mei pushes in a third finger and Elysia whines.
“Do I keep going?” Mei asks. Elysia nods, biting down on her lip almost desperately. “You’re so sweet. My sweet girl.”
Elysia whines again, a bright blush high on her cheeks, and goes lax in Mei’s hold, letting her fuck her how she wants, use her as she needs to, her thumb stroking the outside, her clit, making her clench down again and again. Mei can’t help but press down against Elysia’s thigh between her own, seeking her own relief with desperation as her forearm burns with exertion.
“Mei,” Elysia moans suddenly, nails digging into the fabric of Mei’s bra. “Mei, I want to come with you in me, not like this!”
God. Mei licks her lips, drags her teeth along her bottom lip and lets go. Elysia forces her to lift her head with a hand on her nape pulling her hair, and Mei has to look into the blue eyes she loves most.
“Please?” Elysia sighs. “Fuck me, Mei jiejie?”
It’s the honorific that makes Mei groan and pull her fingers out almost too roughly—she ignores the high pitched noise that escapes her lover at this, all in the haste of moving back enough to pull down her soiled sweatpants—, then takes herself in hand.
Mei uses the one covered in Elysia’s slick to lube herself up. She grabs one of Elysia’s knees, forces her legs apart, keeps her spread and ready for her.
“Yeah, yes, Mei, please just– just fill me up, make me whole, don’t you want to–?” A sharp gasp escapes her, air punched out and sentence cut short when Mei lines up and pushes in.
It’s so warm. So tight. She has to lean in and give Elysia a kiss, hoping it distracts her enough, her other hand rubbing circles on her hip, her belly with her thumb.
“Relax,” Mei whispers. She puts a bit more force into her thrusts. “Let me in, Ellie. There you go. You’re sucking me in so nicely, you feel so good,” Mei murmurs, going in deeper and deeper with each move of her hips.
Elysia moans out with every pointed thrust, noises almost enchanting, forcing Mei to fuck her over, and over, and over again. When she finally bottoms out, Elysia’s hold on Mei’s body tightens, her inner walls almost milking her as she writhes, pulsing, eyes squeezed shut and nails digging into skin.
“Fuck,” Elysia gasps. A delicate, manicured hand moves down between them and rests on her navel, thumb brushing right under her belly button. “Fuck, you’re in so deep, Mei, I can feel you– ah!”
Mei thrusts slowly, cuts her off. The drag of Elysia’s walls and the warmth is driving her mad with need, knuckles white from where she’s clenching one fist, holding herself up with an arm on the seat. Mei looms over her, the smell of sweat and sex and humidity and the leather simply making it all better, the situation a lot hotter than it would usually be. That same hand she’s using for leverage, she moves it to place it on top of Elysia’s in her lower belly and presses down on it next time she thrusts in.
She watches how Elysia’s eyes roll into the back of her head, her neck craning back, hears every filthy noise that comes out of that blood red mouth she adores so much. Mei fucks her well. She knows she’s a good lay, her dick hitting every sensitive spot inside Elysia, the telltale hitch of her breath or choked off moans giving her away. It’s so incredibly good she has to bury her face in Elysia’s neck for a breather, her hips continuing her back and forth.
“Ghh— so good, deeper, Mei, ah,” Elysia cries out. Mei groans, hooks her arms under Elysia’s knees and lifts her ass up into her lap.
“Good?” Mei asks breathlessly, bending her girl almost in half as she speeds her hips up, chasing the warmth in her stomach.
“Yyyyyes, yeah, Mei–!! Mei, jie– fill me up, don’t you wan’ to? I’d look so cute all full and round thanks to you, I want it, I need it, won’t you please come inside me?” Elysia is babbling. Mei moans loudly at her words, her vision a bit hazy.
“Your mouth, Ellie, fuck,” Mei groans. “You want it? For me to breed you like—hah, fuck—like you need? You could never get away from me,” Mei says. The idea makes her smile into Elysia’s neck.
Elysia’s answering moan spurs her on, and it’s like she can’t stop talking. Mei whispers into her ear, “You’d look so pretty all round and big thanks to me, I bet you can’t stop thinking about it. It’s why you asked me to go with you, hm? What are you, a bitch in heat on a schedule? Do you want me to fuck a baby into you, Ellie?”
“Oh my god,” Elysia sobs. There’s tears running down her splotchy red cheeks, a hand working rapidly between them at her clit. “Oh my god, Mei, fuck what kind of things have you been thinking about?”
Instead of answering, Mei kisses her cheek and moves until their mouths slot together again, more like a press of lips, open mouthed, panting into each other with desperation. Elysia mumbles something along the lines of harder, Mei, faster and Mei replies with praises, you feel great, you’re so good, I’m so close, and moments later her thrusts grow sloppy, uncoordinated, and Mei moans as she comes deep inside her, filling her up just like Elysia asked her to. Immediately after, Elysia cries out and her entire body tenses, her legs shaking and her cunt milking Mei dry, her climax driving Mei insane. She keeps moving, fucks her nicely through it, gives her more sweet kisses on her face.
Elysia whines this time, a high keening sound, then clings onto Mei with her arms around her neck. “Don’t pull out yet,” she mumbles, almost petulant.
With a small laugh, Mei returns the hug and stays right where it is asked of her. “I won’t.”
“Gotta make sure it takes,” Elysia says, that flirty tone of hers making another appearance. Mei’s heart lurches. “We have to keep going. I’m not letting you go until you fuck me like I want you to.”
And, oh. That does sound wonderful. For Mei, she would like to devour every single bit of Elysia, defile every part of her just to savor her for the rest of her life and then the next. But she has to take a deep breath and she has to pull out despite Elysia’s whines.
Both girls watch how Mei’s cum leaks out of her. Mei is… speechless.
Elysia, not really. “Oh, that’s a lot. Mei, you cum so much, are you sure you don’t wanna go again? This time I can use my mo— hmmph.”
Mei shuts her up with a kiss. It’s the oldest trick in the book, but Elysia melts into her and hums and kisses her sweetly, Mei’s hands stroking her sides, nails scratching her on the upstrokes. There’s still a fire inside her, but she’s also growing dizzy.
She breaks apart from the kiss with a gasp. “Baby,” Mei whispers. Elysia hums an answer. “We need to clean up. We can continue when we get to Chiba, yeah?”
“Mmmm, you drive a hard bargain, Mei jie,” Elysia sighs dramatically and slumps down. “Fine, but you’re doing all the work!”
It’s tempting to just spread her open and go down on her, eat her out until she cries and Mei’s jaw aches, until she’s drowning in it. But they have to get somewhere, they can’t just stay in the middle of nowhere, so she grabs Elysia’s chin with her fingers and kisses her before moving to retrieve some wet wipes and another water bottle.
After some minutes, both of them are presentable enough again. Elysia has another shirt on and Mei remains in her sport bra and soaked sweatpants, but she doesn’t care anymore.
All she really cares for is, when they get out of the car with phones in hand, they both sigh in relief when they realize they have a signal again. It’s faint but it’s there, and they can leave.
A little wobbly on her knees, Elysia moves and rests her head against Mei’s shoulder and asks, “should I call?”
Mei tuts as she wraps her arm around her waist, calling up a number already and bringing her cell to her ear. Elysia rests her head on her shoulder and leaves small kisses on her collarbone.
After three tones, someone picks up. “Hello? Good afternoon, I need a tow car, or at least some help fixing mine. Mhm. Yes, of course, I am currently in…”
As Mei talks, she slips a hand inside Elysia’s shirt. She smiles when she feels the girl jump slightly out of her skin when her fingers caress near her breasts.
She’s so glad she agreed to this trip.