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“Captain Korabiskaya?”
“Mmm?”
Ulyana looked up, an easygoing smile on the older woman’s face. She had a recently emptied shot glass in her hand. She was lounging upon Elena’s bed, alongside the woman herself, with a bottle of ‘tuzemak’ between the pair.
Elena cleared her throat, holding her own glass firmly within both her hands.
“I-I just wanted to thank you. For caring for me and being so willing to take me in… and support me, after my surrendering of my titles and status. And for your company tonight, of course.”
Ulyana’s expression became a bit more serious, shifting to sit up a bit straighter. She’d left her uniform jacket slung over the chair in Elena’s room, meaning the sleeveless buttoned uniform top gave Elena a striking view of the captain’s fit, muscular shoulders, distracted for a moment as Ulyana replied.
“Elena: you truly don’t need to thank me. You’re a civilian under our protection, and everyone on this ship feels the same way. We’re all happy to support you and guide you however you’d like. And keeping a comrade company with some nice alcohol is hardly something I’m forcing myself to do.”
Elena smiled a bit, lifting her glass as Ulyana took the bottle, pouring the both of them another drink. Elena hadn’t expected the drink when she’d asked if Ulyana was free to talk this evening, and her lack of experience with alcohol (other than fancy wines served up by her maids) had piqued her curiosity.
The tuzemak was sweet and sugary, with a hint of coconut left lingering in her mouth. Elena enjoyed it- but the expression of Ulyana as she downed her glass was enrapturing. The older woman’s eyes closed, squinting with a soft smile on her lips. She seemed to be savoring it with a far greater depth and experience than Elena could muster, cracking her eyes open after a few extended moments.
“You know, Elena, you’re drinking an alcohol brought all the way from the Union- right off a table in a barter plaza one evening.”
She had a tone of reminisce and warmth, Elena carefully shifting a bit closer on the bed to show her interest.
“Back home, I was a bit of a party girl- if you can believe it. So, I became pretty good company with people who teamed up with Lyster farmers to whip up some uniquely delicious liqueur. I don’t think back fondly often on that- but the drinks still stick in my head. And this is a little taste of home.”
She lifted the bottle again, and Elena smiled softly, lifting her glass to accept another drink.
“I-I’d like to try some of those with you. After all this, I mean. Back in the Union. If you wouldn’t mind.”
Ulyana finished pouring Elena’s portion, giving her brightest smile yet, setting her glass down to run a hand through her blonde hair and chuckling as she eased herself back down, laying down in the bed, supported by her forearm.
“I’ll hold you to that, then.”
Elena bit her lip, the warmth in her stomach suffusing through her body- feeling a bit more brave than usual. Her recent experiences had left her feeling rather sore, but… in a moment of collected courage, Elena downed the entire glass of tuzemak, mouth full of the rich, burning liqueur as she leaned forward on the bed. Her hand grabbed the neck of the bottle to stabilize it, pressing her lips to Ulyana’s.
The mature woman’s eyes widened, the taste of alcohol spilling from between Elena’s lips into her mouth, running down their chins as Ulyana met the kiss with one of her own. Swallowing the beet alcohol that she’d gotten a good half-mouthful of, Ulyana ran an arm over her stained mouth, the surprise mixing with a growing desire on her face.
Elena’s unbuttoned top and undone bra were tossed aside, forgotten the instant they’d left the bed. Ulyana atop her, Elena’s legs parted, wrapped around the older woman’s hip as she poured yet another glass- this one to be shared between the two. Elena’s soft panting, her entire face and body feeling warmed by the alcohol and tender touches and groping shared between them, slowly quieted as she parted her lips, lifting her chin to drink the tuzemak.
Ulyana leaned close, ever so gently tilting the glass- pouring the alcohol between Elena’s soft lips in a slow stream, some staining her chin- dripping down to her exposed chest as she swallowed what she could, the pleasant warmth of it only matched by Ulyana’s lips pressing to hers. A series of light, gentle kisses, tasting the liqueur and slowly trailing down her neck, drawing quiet eager gasps.
Her steady, unwavering attentions, sucking kisses upon Elena’s collarbone kept provoking more and more sounds from the girl beneath her. Elena felt the alcohol beginning to bring a slight fuzzy sensation through her body, giggling as Ulyana’s kisses leaving a trail of pink lipstick smears down her breasts. The sensation of the older woman’s eager, tasting kisses and licks, wasting none of the alcohol gleaming down Elena’s chest, all of it made her feel more and more flushed.
The sight of that blonde hair, splayed out over her chest, the captain she looked up to- who she’d crushed on from first sight- so devoted to touching, to kissing, to teasing more sounds out of Elena. All of it made her hips instinctively lift, Ulyana’s hand rolling down her hip, into her pants, continuing to explore and touch with an assured confidence Elena yearned for.
She gave herself completely to her comrade, moans filling the repurposed officer’s quarters as Ulyana’s fingers pressed into her.
