Sunset ^beta

Shalikova had felt that she was in over her head for a few hours now. Selene had dragged her to various stores and she'd only just started getting a handle on her- experience with Maryam had given her a bit of practice handling more frequent social interaction, but Selene's breakneck pace was exhausting. Shoving her hands into the pockets of her new jacket she tried to ignore the crinkling plastic squares within. She really wished she'd just left them in her other jacket, but she'd thoughtlessly copied Selene when she'd been pulling things out of her pockets. At least the clothes Selene had bought for her were comfortable.

She let out a soft sigh, leaning against the wall and waiting for Selene to finish in the bathroom, happy for the chance to take a breath. She was having fun! But it felt as though she'd talked more today than she had in weeks- even dates with Maryam tended to fall into a comfortable silence eventually, and Selene's constant yapping (often about facets of Imbrian culture, fashion, or media that Shalikova had absolutely no knowledge of) made her head spin. But she couldn't deny that the breathless eagerness that Selene seemed to dive into every part of this date was cute in its own way. Even if it wasn't quite her speed. It reminded her a bit of the way Murati's eyes would light up when some music or book she was interested in would come up in conversation. Maybe a date with Murati in Thassel wouldn't be all that different to a date with Selene in Aachen.

"Wait, no-" Shalikova shook her head, pulling her hands free of her pockets and patting her cheeks. She felt like it was probably rude to think about her girlfriend and her... friend while on a date with a different girl. She had to 'lock in' on Selene. At least for another hour or so. Then she could... what, daydream about Murati? Shalikova snorted, crossing her arms and trying to think about something else, interrupted by  an unfamiliar voice that forced her to look up with a start.

"Um, hey... are you, like, here alone?" 

Shalikova felt so stunned by the question, she nearly forgot to reply. The Imbrian girl in front of her had a shy smile on her face and was wearing a stylish asymmetrical colorblock dress, waiting patiently for a reply. Her colorfully dyed hair seemed to compliment the outfit and boots she wore, making her a splash of color against the minimalist storefronts around them. Slowly, the gears in her head beginning to move again, Shalikova stuttered out her response.

"Ah, n-no, I'm just- waiting for... my... friend...?" 

She internally winced. She wasn't quite sure what Selene was to her, but that didn't feel quite right, and- even more unfortunately- didn't seem to discourage the girl at all. 

"Well, wanna ditch 'em and spend some time with me?"

Were all girls in the Empire this forward!? Shalikova felt like she was already on the back-foot, stumbling over a way to politely turn her down without being too rude.

"That's- um, really sweet, but, um, I- I've got a-"

"She's taken! So shove off!" Shalikova was saved by the timely return of Selene, the shorter girl possessively wrapping her arms around the crook of Shalikova's elbow, sticking her tongue out as she rested her head on her shoulder. This didn't immediately defuse the situation- the other girls eyes narrowed, and she and Selene seemed to have a duel on par with the psionic battle Shalikova and Selene had shared not too long ago. After a tense few moments, with a roll of her eyes, the other girl gave a quiet 'whatever' and walked off to some branded storefront.

Shalikova let out a soft sigh of relief, turning to Selene with a thankful smile- only to stop, freezing in the face of the cold fury worn on Selene's face and directed right at her.

"So, want to explain yourself, Sonya? Any defense?"

"I- what?"

"I'm not gone all of five minutes, and you're already chatting up other girls? Am I so replaceable to you? Any sugar mommy will do?"

"Wait, Selene, that's not what- sugar mommy!?"

"Going to a love hotel with another woman in clothes I bought you? Have you no shame!? Are you just some useless mercenary playboy!?"

"Wait, wait, I turned her down- I'm glad you showed up when you did, she was being really pushy and I panicked talking to someone I didn't know." Shalikova's hand lifted to grasp at Selene's on her arm, trying to placate her, stumbling over her words.

Selene's anger eased, looking at Shalikova for a few moments before giving a glance in the direction the girl had walked off and a quiet murmured "...bitch." Returning her gaze to Shalikova, she seemed placated, a bit of warmth returning to her tone.

"Hmph! You really would be helpless without me. Whatever would you do if I wasn't here to be your knight in shining armor, hm?"

Shalikova relaxed, smiling and chuckling a bit. "I'd be hopeless, I guess. But, um..." A bit of curiosity twinged in her heart, Selene's head tilting in a silent question, lovely purple hair brushing over Shalikova's hand. "...what's a love hotel?"

Selene blinked, corner of her lip twitching, trying to keep a straight face, raising her eyebrows.

"For real?"

"Um, yeah? I don't think we have those in, ah, where I'm from..." Shalikova had a strange cold feeling run down her spine, as if she'd stepped completely unaware onto a minefield through an innocent question. Her skill for reading people was incapable of interpreting the look on Selene's face as her date leaned in, hesitating for a few moments before she whispered,

"Wanna find out?"

Shalikova felt her breath hitch at the tone in Selene's voice, the nervous-but-excited energy that seemed to be suffusing her. She felt as though she was handling something extremely dangerous, hesitantly deciding to back down.

"Um, if you don't want to tell me, that's fine, its not a big deal, let's- let's just check out another store." Shalikova stumbled over her words, giving an appeasing smile. Unfortunately, it didn't do anything to change Selene's mood, the shorter girl shaking her head, bunny ears wiggling a bit as she leaned in- Shalikova becoming extremely aware of Selene's chest against hers- continuing in that same whispered tone.

"No, no, we've had a pretty hot date, it'd make sense to end it in style- c'mon, I'll show you what it's all about."

Shalikova gave an unsteady, awkward smile as Selene led her by the arm out of the shopping district, still unsure about the energy and mood developing. Was it something she'd said? Maybe she could defuse this a bit by making conversation.

"It must be like a couples retreat, right? We have some restaurants back home that are mostly for couples. Um, and I do have to be back at the Pandora's Box in a few hours, so I don't think-" 

Selene let out a low snicker, snuggling up a bit closer to Shalikova as she continued to lead her to a completely unfamiliar area of Aachen.

"You have a curfew? Will mom and dad get mad if you're a little bit late? Will they take away your video game privileges?" Selene cackled to herself, shaking her head.

"Um-" Her first thought was it was strange how immediate Captain Korabiskaya and Commissar Bashara popped into her head and how easy it was to imagine them doing just that. Her second thought was it would be in extremely poor taste to mention being an orphan. Clearing her throat, Shalikova instead made a little jab in return, "What, does your captain let you stay out all night? Just let Diver pilots do whatever they want?"

This made Selene go quiet, and Shalikova began to worry she'd misspoke. However, it took just a moment for Selene to snort, shaking her head. "No, she's such a control freak, I'm lucky she doesn't make a drone accompany me everywhere I go outside the ship. And... don't worry, we don't have to stay out all night, they charge hourly. I think." Shalikova let out a relieved breath, leaning into Selene's embrace a bit as she let herself be led onward.

The mood didn't feel as awkward as before and Selene didn't have that strange intensity when pitching the idea, so maybe she would end up enjoying this 'love hotel'. 

This positive spin lasted only until they stepped into the lobby of an unassuming building. Shalikova's gaze darted around, taking in the unbelievable amount of pink, the kiosk Selene happily skipped up and began inputting a time, and finally resting on a vending machine. Shalikova felt her blood run cold, breath catching in her throat, suddenly hyper-aware of her own body. 

"Um, ah, Selene, isn't this, a, um-" Selene turned back to her tilting her head curiously and swaying happily back to Shalikova's side, plastic key-card in hand. 

"Hmmm?" She had a devilish little smile on her face, once more pressing up against Shalikova's chest, causing all attempts at speech to fail. Shalikova just meekly pointed at the vending machine, full of various bedroom accessories. Selene barely gave it a glance, taking Shalikova's outstretched hand, tugging her towards the elevator.

"Oh noooo, who could have possibly seen this coming? If only there were any clues, or anything to let you in on what people do when they're in love and sharing a room! Sonya, relax, come here!"

Shalikova felt stunned the short elevator trip up, aware of how much she was sweating and how restrictive her jacket felt. She tried to unzip it, realized it was already open, and began idly playing with the zipper while at a lost of what to do with her hand. Meanwhile with a simple swipe of a keycard Selene happily led her into a small room that was mostly taken up by a large, comfortable-looking bed with a small adjoining bathroom. 

"Sonya, come on! Don't just stand there, get comfortable!" Selene happily threw herself onto the bed, splaying out and bouncing lightly, giggling to herself as Shalikova still felt completely frozen in place. It felt like she hadn't managed a complete thought since stepping into the building, and Selene lounging on a bed- the only bed in the room- wasn't doing much for her faculties at the moment.

"Um."

"Sonya?"

"Y-yeah?"

Selene was still laying on the bed, but she'd rolled around and propped her head in her hands to at least face Shalikova straight on.

"If you don't wanna, we can just call it here." Selene was unreadable to her in that moment, but it was at least enough to spur Shalikova's brain to begin spinning up again.

Did she want to?

 This was so fast- but she also had felt like she'd gotten with Maryam fast. But on a first date? After trying to kill each other? Without any chance to prepare or anything? And in a random hotel room!? She blinked, pushing all of those questions out of her head, looking down at Selene, who was laying patiently and waiting, feet kicking in the air behind her.

Did she want to have sex with Selene?

Taking a breath, Shalikova ran a hand through her hair, coming to an answer.

"...Could I shower first?"

Selene blinked, a flush rising in her cheeks as she nodded, replying earnestly before regaining some confidence and attitude, "Yeah, o-of course- if you can bear to be parted from me for even a few minutes!"

Shalikova nodded, slipping her jacket off and beginning to lift her tank-top off, glancing down in surprise at Selene inspecting one of the wall computers of the room. "Wait, we just changed in front of each other a couple of hours ago. You even mocked me for being shy!"

"It's different! Quiet!" Selene didn't turn to face her, rubbing at her cheeks to try and chase a hint of blush away.

Shalikova smiled a bit, comforted by the fact that both of them were feeling a little awkward, stripping down to her underwear and heading into the bathroom. 

Once inside she felt overwhelmed by the amount of branded buttons for specific shampoos, conditioners, and all sorts of salts, rubs, and 'bombs' she'd never even heard of on display. Shalikova settled for washing her hair and clearing the sweat from her body, worries washed away under the hot water of the oversized shower/bath combo, stepping out and roughly toweling herself dry and running her fingers through her hair. She was beginning to get nervous about how much time she was taking. Hurriedly tugging her undershorts back on, she gave herself one more glance in the mirror before putting a hand on the doorknob. 

Taking a deep, steadying breath, she stepped back out into the main room, eyes drawn to Selene, sitting on the edge of the bed. She'd taken off her cute beret, but was still fully dressed, immediately making Shalikova feel self-conscious. Her top did leave plenty of cleavage exposed and Shalikova did her best not to stare too closely as she awkwardly pulled her jacket back on over her shoulders and sat a few inches away.

"Ah, Selene...?"

"Hmph. Yes, Sonya?"

"Um." Shalikova was thrown off by the change in atmosphere and Selene's quiet response, clearing her throat. "Y-you know, I haven't done anything like this before. Not just the hotel, obviously- the, um. Yeah." 

Selene glanced up, squinting at her, brushing some lovely purple hair from her eyes, a teasing smile growing on her lovely painted pink lips. "Oh-ho? Asking me to be gentle? Trusting in my vast experience in bed to bring you to heights yet unknown?" 

"... Something like that." Shalikova shook her head, smiling a bit. 

She caught Selene's eyes straying a bit, running over Shalikova's meager chest and exposed stomach, fighting an urge to lift her hands to hide herself and preparing herself to fend off whatever insult Selene was cooking up. It didn't come.

Selene began to shift her top out of her skirt, awkwardly undressing and kicking her clothes off without a care. Shalikova unable to take her eyes off of the sight of her black flower-buttoned skirt slipping down in a heap on the floor. A shiver went through her as Selene's soft, plump hips, still clad in her tights, the material of her lacy panties visible through the thin red fabric gradually exposed, swallowing and trying to tear her gaze away. But she felt a hand at her jaw, blinking as Selene pulled her face back to look at her, a slight flush on her cheeks. 

"D-don't look away, Sonya! I'm being alluring, its rude for a boyfriend not to stare!" 

Shalikova couldn't help but awkwardly smile, glancing down at Selene's bra. The weight of her chest was difficult to remove her gaze from. Shalikova hadn't ever considered her own tastes when overhearing crass arguments of other sailor girls aboard the Brigand and their 'preferences' but- there was a certain appeal to Selene's curves she found hard to deny.

"Hmph. That's better."

With a smirk on her face, Selene's arms lifted and twisted behind her, undoing her bra strap and letting it fall in her lap, Shalikova's heart pounding in her ears as she suddenly felt very aware of how close she was, how intimate this was, and how she couldn't take her eyes off of Selene's tits. 

"Can, I mean, is it okay, I-" Shalikova felt a glow rising to her cheeks, unable to cohere her thoughts into anything resembling what she wanted. Surely the Union sexual education courses couldn't be this useless? Even Illya's shameless winks and 'advice' about wooing women should give her something to say when sitting inches away from a nearly naked girl. 

"Your- your boobs are nice."

Shalikova wanted to find the nearest blunt object and slam it into her skull. 

Selene, however, didn't leap to mockery or any sort of laughter at Shalikova's attempt, giving a quiet, "Thanks, I know." And, very stiffly, she slid closer and eliminated those last few inches, lifting her arms to wrap around Shalikova's neck.

Clearing her throat, Selene managed a charming little smile, attempting a bit of levity.

"Hmph, Sonya- you may have bought yourself some time by taking advantage of my affections, but your life as a secret agent may still be brought to an inglorious end if you prove incapable of being my partner in a night of pleasure!~"

Shalikova bit her lip, steeling herself and letting her unimpressed expression return- hands taking hold of the warm softness of Selene's hips, the sensation of both the direct squish of skin and the thin material of her tights under her palms making her shiver. Just that feeling sent a rush of heat through her body, bolstering her confidence.

"Dame Selene, you've never been able to capture me yet- but maybe I'll take hold of you! You'll be moaning my name before you could ever call for my arrest!~" Shalikova shifted her shoulders to let her jacket fall away, pushing Selene down into the bed, shifting her position to press her hips down upon Selene's. Her white hair hung down and messily mixing with Selene's purple. Slowly, before the throbbing in her chest could be overpowered by her embarrassment.

Selene's face was red, breathing heavily, and Shalikova noted a twitching sensation against her own boxers- realizing Selene was growing hard. A shiver of desire ran through her own body, Shalikova shifting to press her weight down on the other woman, drawing another little sound from the bunny girl beneath her. One of Shalikova's hands began to drift, savoring the way Selene shifted as her fingertips brushed up the side of her stomach before her hand reached her chest.

Shalikova's eyes lifted from ogling Selene, noting the redness on Selene's face, the way her lips were pressed together to hold in any more embarrassing sounds, the way her colorful fluffy ears twitched and curled. Paying more attention to Selene's body, slipping into her usual mode of observation as she continued to touch and let her hands shift over the plump girls figure.

The hitch of breath as a hand gently cupped Selene's breast, the soft whine as the pad of her thumb pressed into the bulge in Selene's panties, aware of her own growing arousal straining her underwear, thrumming through her body as she continued her steady, unflinching foreplay and exploring touches. The quiet of the room felt heavenly after all of the bluster and talking of the earlier date, the feeling of just listening to the ambient sounds Selene was letting out relaxing Shalikova even further. Leaning in, she got her loudest sound from Selene yet by placing a soft kiss on her collarbone, tasting sweat on skin with her tongue before drawing back and noting the growing embarrassment on Selene's expression.

"...Do you want me to keep going?"

"I-" Selene stopped, surprised at how squeaky her voice had become, swallowing and trying again. 

"You may." She huffed and let her own hands slip from Shalikova's neck, awkwardly grasping at her meager chest. Shalikova momentarily considered faking a sound, just to give Selene some embarrassing noise in fair exchange- but immediately shot the idea down as stupid. Instead, she gave Selene an apologetic little smile.

"Sorry, I just don't think I'm that sensi- gwuhh." Shalikova felt a shudder run through her body as Selene's fingers brushed over her nipples, cheeks flushing as she was forced to stare into an expression of complete triumph. 

"Not sensitive, flattie? What was that noise? The bed creaking?"

Selene couldn't contain her grin, palms shifting to press into Shalikova's nipples, drawing an exhale from the woman atop her. Shalikova's collected analysis had fallen apart as Selene continued teasing her, Shalikova slumping forward atop Selene. Her forehead pressed into the bed, breathing right next to Selene's ear while struggling to compose herself. Her hips shifted, drawing a little noise from Selene in turn, both of them getting swept up in the mood and sensations. The room became quiet except for their soft panting and stray gasps as both of their hands continued to tease and explore, Shalikova's left groping at Selene's ass, right pinning down Selene's wrist to gain a few moments of relief as she pulled back for a breath.

Selene was preening in her grasp, murmuring something about Shalikova's 'flattie envy' that she completely tuned out as she pressed her hips firmly to Selene's. Letting her hand hook her waistband and push it down her thighs, she felt a thrum in her gut as her dick pressed against Selene's panties, grinding against her and staring down as Selene's cute grumbling grew quieter, both of them pressing close together, Selene's hips lifting into hers, Shalikova leaning back down and meeting Selene's lips, both of them breaking repeatedly for unsteady breaths before pressing back together. After a few minutes of their lips locking together again and again Shalikova pulled back enough to whisper out while her hand rested over Selene's panties.

"S-Selene, can I...?"

"Mmm." Selene gave a short nod, face red, lips parted as she panted for breath.

Shalikova doesn't need any further encouragement, fingers hooking into the soft material and steadily pulling it down, heart pounding in her chest as she freed Selene's dick, a hand wrapping against the- slightly smaller- length and drawing another half-stifled noise from the woman beneath her. Selene's lips pressed together to cut off any further embarrassing sounds. She lifted an arm to hide her eyes, taking a few breaths to gather herself enough to needle Shalikova some more. 

"Y-you have some amount of talent, t-to get me in such a vulnerable position, Sonya. But you haven't- ah, haven't won yet...!" 

Selene's free hand lifts to awkwardly grope at Shalikova's chest again, managing to provoke a soft "blyat!" and Shalikova's hips pressed forward, her own cock grinding against Selene's, her hand repositioning to grope at Selene's hip once more, steadying herself as she shifted. 

Shalikova could feel her heat beneath her, pressing into her, the sight and sounds of Selene's soft figure shifting and lifting into her every motion drawing more desperate, hungry thrusts from her hips, sweat gleaming as she leaned in close, taking Selene's lips and quieting a moan as she lost herself in the kiss. She felt a shudder rocking through Selene's body, an uneasy exhale into the kiss as Selene came across her own stomach, Shalikova throbbing with a need as her hand moved to touch herself, breaking from the kiss. She panted, the sensation of Selene's hands at her chest making her back arch and lean into the sensation, a soft groan leaving her lips as she orgasmed, slumping in a heap atop Selene.

The pair breathed in syncronization for a moment, Selene managing a barely audible "wao" that made Shalikova laugh softly. She gave a half-hearted nod, forehead rubbing into Selene's shoulder. "Yeah. Wao." She relaxed, all of the days- weeks? months?- of stress leaving her body as she simply enjoyed the sensation of Selene beneath her, comfortable and relaxing. Her eyelids fluttered, a soft yawn leaving her lips.

The heat and softness of the woman beneath her nearly made Shalikova drift off, but a sudden bolt of concern woke her slightly from her fugue state.

"Mmmm... Selene..." She murmured, adjusting herself a bit, leg intertwined with the bunnygirls as she laid beside her, arm loosely wrapped over her chest.

"Y-yes, Sonya?" Selene's reply was short and full of barely comprehensible emotion, Shalikova in no position to interpret it. 

"How long did you, um, reserve the room for...?" Shalikova's voice felt soft, shifting to bring her lips to Selene's ear so the other girl could hear her more easily.

"...Hmph. Take a nap, Sonya. I suppose I could deign to wake you before our time is up."

"...Thanks. You too..." She was already letting her eyes drift closed, an odd sense of ease and relaxation filling her that Shalikova wasn't sure she'd ever experienced before. The comfort of a girl in her arms, nothing separating them, and without the constant barrage of worries or concerns that painted her every waking moment. It felt... nice. She took a soft, long breath, the scent of Selene's sweat and shampoo in her mind as Shalikova drifted off in her arms, Selene's own eyes fluttering shut moments later, the pair of girls enjoying a few hours of peace and warmth together.