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“E-elena, I-”
“Shut up!”
And that was all it took. Marina shut her mouth. Elena, breathing heavily on top of her, almost didn’t know what to do in the sudden silence she’d brought about. Her head was spinning, her cheeks flushed, and she could taste a gross cigarette-and-lipstick combination on her tongue. Had Marina started smoking again the moment she was off the Brigand? And beneath her, Marina McKennedy, her mother’s…lover, staring up at her with wide-eyed shock and deference. Elena felt her own gaze drifting from those confused and lustful eyes, instead running over Marina’s exposed, meager chest and the blatant scarring between her breasts.
“…Elena, we sh-“
“I said shut up! Let… just let me think for a second.”
Thinking about her mother and the scars she’d inflicted on this woman, whose cock was now very noticeably pressing against Elena’s ass, had almost made her start spiraling and lose her nerve. And all it took was a few syllables of Marina’s whiny, half-hearted protests to steel her nerves. This woman…! She was protesting because she thought it’d be an easy out for Elena! After getting her precum all over her ass!? When she so clearly kept letting her eyes glance at her figure!? It just made Elena’s lip curl dismissively, eyes glaring down at the cowed woman beneath her, holding her gaze until Marina looked away.
“Marina.”
“Y-yeah, this was a bad idea, I think we shoul-” Marina spoke, eyes flicking down to Elena’s chest again.
“Shut up. Don’t speak unless I let you-tell you to.” Elena’s grip on Marina’s shoulders tightened- the very sensation of the more intensive touch sending a shudder through Marina’s body. Some part of Elena felt an urge to shy away, the back off from this out of concern for her friend(?). But… she was mad. She was pissed! And even more importantly, she was horny. Maybe eventually baring her throat to Minardo enough on lunch breaks would yield…. results. But for the moment, Marina was the one person she felt close enough to approach with her needs. And so, she obeyed the writhing, throbbing heat in her gut, a crooked, unsteady smile working its way onto her face.
“Marina… you’ve treated me badly. You hurt me. You kept me in the dark. You didn’t even keep your promise about combat lessons.” Elena stepped through each and every one of the ex-G.I.A’s failures, hand steadily walking down, tracing across the older woman’s collarbone, drifting lower to brush a fingertip, to dig a nail slowly into Marina’s scar. She winced beneath her, and Elena felt an odd satisfaction.
“F-fuck, I said I’m sorry! A-and, things changed, it’s harder for us to meet up to train on different ships!” Weak, half-assed excuses that Elena had no time for, the fury in her heart and gut stoked, delivering a smack to Marina’s cheek. It stunned the former GIA agent to silence for a moment. Even Elena was a bit shocked, the throbbing in her hand and the light red mark left on Marina almost provoking a hiss, a bit of concern- but it was quenched immediately by the sight of the strangled, contorted expression of desire on Marina’s face.
“I didn’t say you could speak back to me.” Elena had no idea where the confidence was coming from- had Gertrude rubbed off on her (in another sense) in their single night together?
Thankfully, Marina did remain silent now, lips pursed, her chest visibly, heavily, drawing breaths, light and unsteady shudders running through her body from the extensive contact the pair maintained. Giving Elena yet another few moments to think, to internally scream at the situation she’s gotten herself into. And to keep up the illusion of a girl who definitely knows what to do next when on top of a woman.
She knew she had no chance of pulling off Gertrude’s smoldering, sexy possessiveness that still made her heart skip a beat: honestly, she didn’t want to possess Marina (it seemed like it’d be a headache). And despite Fernanda’s kindness and lending her several novels, Elena hadn’t quite gotten far enough into them to view hot, heavy sapphic lovemaking Fernanda had hinted at with flowery words in a hushed tone. She was flying blind. But when hadn’t she been these last few months?
“You’re going to be good, and lay there, and not move an inch, and if you dare c-..cum..” Elena choked over the word for a moment, steeling herself and continuing on, “I-I’ll punish you even more! Um, s-say you understand.”
“Y-yeah, I understand.” Marina’s voice was small, but the response was immediate- and it further encouraged Elena.
“Good.”
Her hands began to unsteadily stray, feeling up Marina’s chest a bit awkwardly, getting no reaction at all. Were they not sensitive? Or had Marina fucked around too much to get turned on by Elena’s unpracticed groping? The second option pissed her off more, so she decided to internally accept that- delivering a much less kind smack, drawing a weak gasp out of Marina that Elena felt internally satisfied with.
Sitting in the woman’s lap, in her own bed, able to see the way Marina’s reddened cheeks gleamed with sweat, Elena shifted out of hesitant discomfort, caught off-guard when that slight motion drew an audible gasp from the woman beneath her, the sensation of Marina’s hips lifting into her rear giving Elena pause for a moment. Before the smile once more grew wider on her face, now more intentionally pressing against Marina’s cock, shifting her own hips, enjoying the unfamiliar expressions it brought to Marina’s face. A different, much more enjoyable sort of pathetic than her usual fare.
“Good,” Elena’s fists clenched handfuls of sheets as she kept grinding into Marina’s dick, slumping forwards a bit as she leveraged herself against the older woman’s hips. The sight of Marina’s head visibly lifting to keep ogling Elena’s tits made her annoyed enough to stop moving her hips, her own body throbbing with need that she fought to restrain to punish the pervert beneath her.
“Hey, didn’t I tell you to stay still?” Actual frustration with this woman was creeping out, the memories of the ways Marina had mistreated her, had disrespected her, and practically mocked her in their initial escape from Vogelheim. They’d shaken hands and made up, sure, but Elena could feel a desire to lash out further bubbling up, heart pounding in her chest as she shifted, drawing an audible noise out of Marina as Elena’s thighs brushed her stiffened cock. Now laying beside her, on her side, Elena’s hand reaching out to wrap around Marina’s cock.
Beginning to move her hand slowly, palm pressing into her dick as she felt it up, felt Marina’s pre coating her fingers, bringing it back down to the base, breathing heavily as the slick sensation coating her hand. The way Marina’s body shuddered whenever her hand lifted made Elena’s heart skip in excitement, the pure need she was getting out of this woman making her feel as though she’d made up for her earlier unpracticed fumbling.
Marina moaned out under her breath; words too soft to hear as her hips lifted into Elena’s unsteady teasing. Elena shifted, leaning in close, a shiver running through her body as she realized how intimate this position felt, with her lilac hair splayed over Marina’s collarbone, her chest pressing into Marina’s side, leg slung over the older woman’s, a hand around her dick. And then her blood ran cold as she heard what Marina was whispering in sync with her motions: “L-leda, Leda, Leda…”
All of the lust, the desire, the feelings building in her chest were snuffed out in an instant. Now the sweat and precum smeared over her body felt gross, the closeness to Her and the scent of cigarettes on Her breath made Elena want to be sick. And yet, She was sure to whine and beg and be even more of a pain if her hand stopped its consistent, steady stroking motion. Elena’s eyes now glanced about the room, the dimmed light of her quarters aboard the Brigand suddenly far more worth her interest than the woman groaning and tensing in her hand. Had that scuff on the wall always been there?
And then her gaze was reluctantly drawn back as she heard the woman’s breath hitch, eyes meeting Marina’s. Her expression was contorted, entire body tensing, Elena feeling the gentle, warm dribble of cum over her fingers. Her work complete, Elena lifted her hand up, never breaking eye contact with Marina as she did her best to wipe her hand clean on her crumpled sheets. Slowly seeing Marina relax, lose that needy expression, and become her more usual reticent self.
And watching the way she weakly broke eye contact, rolling over with a mumbled, “Thanks.” that almost made Elena want to risk Norn’s reprisal and do something heinous in that moment. But instead, she sighed, wishing she could just go and take a shower as Marina gave her best impression of a needy pet begging to be held through body language alone. And so, Elena remained in her bed, arm wrapped limply around the older, taller woman. Feeling the gentle tensing every time Marina fought the urge to lash out at the extended touch, Elena staring a hole at a single point of the metallic wall as she lay next to the curled ex-G.I.A. She really really wanted to talk to Minardo right now. After a quick shower. Definitely after a shower.
