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( continued from here )

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[ it's the last text faye sends before setting her phone down. her attention returns to her drink and she empties the last remaining contents down her throat. she sets the glass on the counter and pushes it away out of protest. that was it for the night. the bartender collects it and she leaves him the amount due on the table, swiveling around in her seat so that she wasn't inspired to order another.

the room threatens to spin; she's doing a fair job sustaining poise. while she isn't in the most sober state of mind right now, she also isn't helplessly sloshed either. a comfy middle ground that opens her up to the opportunity of embarrassing herself the moment fang walks through the door.

with confidence, she seizes said-opportunity, lighting up like the damn sun the moment she sees the other woman. as faye gets up to greet her, she realizes, at the last minute, that her heel has caught the stool leg, and before she could realign herself, or perhaps carry some kind of grace, she's tumbling to the ground. ]

[With a huff of amusement at the message, Fang heads over. She's expedient about it, despite her serming lack of concern with most things, and ambles in, hands in her pockets — right in time to see Faye stumble. Her lazy gait changes to urgent in a heartbeat, and she catches her in her arms before she hits the ground. Having captured Faye mid-fall, Fang's own balance is off for a few precarious seconds: she stumbles back a step or two before finding it again.]

Whoa- careful there. I've got you.

[Her tone's gentler than she's usually known for, her voice reverberating close to Faye's ear.] Look at that. Guess you needed my help after all.

Oh, my hero—

[ — a drunken jest, punctuated with a laugh. she holds onto fang, dizzy and still a little wobbly, until her balance is restored. with both feet on the ground, she straightens up, and then immediately moves to slip her arms around the woman's neck, melting her body into hers. ]

I guess I did. Thanks for coming, beautiful.

[ faye is practically beaming when their eyes meet, and she follows that with a big smooch on the lips. ]

[Buoyed by Faye's good mood, Fang can't help but smile, though she raises a quizzical eyebrow.] Hah. Sweet talker. [The quip is in jest too, given the way she relaxes at Faye's weight against her and wraps her arms around her waist.

She tilts her head instinctively to deepen the kiss, finishing it with the graze of her teeth over Faye's lower lip as they part. Then she puts her fingers under her chin to gently tilt up her head. A once-over follows this, and she sees now that she's not completely wasted, just the sort of silly drunkenness that led to talking too much, or starting a tussle one could not finish.]

Didn't want to leave you high and dry. [Is her answer to the thanks, as she begins to corral them both out of the bar. One arm is still draped possessively around Faye's waist as she lets her lean into her.] Figure you haven't had so much of a drop of water, either...

[She was like this sometimes: fussy for her, concerned about other people's well being. It was rare though, and came in moments like this, where she's reasonably certain it won't be remembered.]

[ an effusion of warmth creeps across her chest and flows up to her cheeks. they kiss deeply for a beat, and she would happily continue even longer, showing reluctance to stop when fang pulls away. in the absence of her mouth, her tongue ghosts over her bottom lip, savoring whatever trace of her was left. it was then that her head tips, and their eyes lock, and she is momentarily captivated by the luminous depths of her gaze. fuck. ( careful, girl. you might fall. ) a demure grin stretches across her face; slender arms unravel from her neck and her hands fall to rest on fang's hips while they share this little moment. until she’s lassoed at the waist and they're walking out of there. ]

I think I had a few sips but it probably wouldn't hurt to drink s'more.

[ there's a subtle drag to her words but nothing too obvious. she remains glued to fang's side and follows her lead, trying to be mindful of where she steps but is far too distracted to retain focus. ]

Where are you taking me anyway, hmmmm? Back to your place?

I was thinking about it. Can't have you out and about when you're in a state, after all. [It's said jokingly. Fang's ambling pace guides them to her ship — a sleek little number that had been frankensteined from what she thinks used to be a military grade shuttle — she can't remember, now. The old girl had been through so many fights, upgrades and near-scrapped disasters that it's only her aptitude for repairs that kept it in fair enough condition. She often joked that the thing was held together by duct tape and her own prayers. How true that was remained a mystery.

The cockpit's only just big enough for her to stretch out her legs, so she says to Faye:] Sorry, sweetheart. You'll have to take the trip in my lap — won't be long, though. Hope it's no trouble.

[She has a feeling that it's not much trouble at all.]

No trouble at all. [ fang is correct.] I'd be delighted.

[ miraculously ( and with help from fang no doubt ), she climbs inside without trouble. the decision comes last minute: she chooses to straddle fang's lap. when she plops down, and they're now sitting eye-to-eye, she can't hide the bit of mischief in her smile. as if to lock in her position, her arms will reflexively wrap around the woman's neck and, after a moment of wiggling, she nestles her body as close as possible. ] Is this uncomfy for you? [ is whispered softly into the woman's ear. she seems mindful enough to tilt her head out of view so fang could oversee the control system, but this just provides her the opportunity to nibble gently on her earlobe.

oh, she's a frisky one tonight. ]

[It's not something she's expecting, though she certainly isn't complaining, if the sly edge to her grin is any indication. Her tone is easy, light — like there is nothing particularly out of the ordinary about Faye straddling her.] Oh, I'm just fine. Don't you worry. [Her relative calm aside, she shifts beneath Faye at the nibble to her ear — there is a brief and barely-heard intake of breath.

Even so, her voice is as easy as always when she speaks up, a low and confident murmur.] Hang tight, now. We've got a bit of a way before I can switch to autopilot.

[The ship's engine rumbles and purrs beneath them, and in an instant they're airborne. As a pilot, Fang is as confident in the air as she is on land, and a habitual daredevil — no fighting right now though, and she sees no need to jostle Faye out of her position. Nor does she have the desire to.]

[ faye hums something undefined as a response, too focused on what she was doing to allow herself to be interrupted. in that span of time, from take-off to when autopilot kicks on, faye will have taken it upon herself to start peppering kisses all over the side of fang's face and neck. slow, feathery—as a means to tease, to rouse her up, until they're allowed to go at each other.

she stops for just long enough to express something into her ear in a voice that drips with inrushing lust. ]

I hope that means you'll be putting your hands all over me. I need you to touch me.

[In the midst of this, Fang's focus, which was usually so rock-solid, begins to waver. She finds it split between her navigation and the sensation of Faye's mouth, warm and insistent against her skin, just gentle enough to make her feel impatient. She sighs in the midst of it, unsteadily — her lashes flutter and she tilts her head to one side without thinking, giving Faye more access to her neck.

It's a relief to have her hands free, because the sound of Faye's voice works its way along her spine, as intimate as fingers running down her back. Fang's easy smile widens, showing the flash of teeth, though she's slow to turn the heavy weight of her stare to lock eyes with Faye. The pupils have gone a little wider, making the bright green of them look darker than usual.]

You're eager tonight. [Fang's voice is soft, though they're the only two people in the intimate space of the cockpit — it feels like they're the only people in the world. Her gaze doesn't leave Faye's face even as she undoes her shorts without looking. It's almost muscle memory, the way her hand slips beneath to stroke at Faye's center. It's teasing, this, and Fang pauses when her fingers are coated in the slick evidence of her arousal. Deliberately, she brings those fingers to her mouth to idly lick them clean, savoring it like she's tasted something sweet.]

Hmm... [The sound she makes is content, from low in her throat. It's almost a purr.] Wonder if it's the drink, or if it's me.

[ the ship levels and there's a distinct click of a button that grants her the OK, and in an instant faye stops and leans back. greeted by fang's smile, along with that beautifully piercing stare, means she's grinning like a loon in return. ] When am I not eage—uhn! [ a surprised noise cuts her question short and her body readily buckles to the sensation between her legs. she bites her lip and tilts her hips forward, urging fang to continue without words.

the next noise she makes will be a muffled whimper of protest when fang pulls her hand away. under heavy lids, she watches her lick her fingers clean, and—fuck. that's hot. she can't help but stare, totally mesmerized, and more drunk off lust than alcohol by this point. that's when she holds fang's face in her hands and draws her mouth close, just far enough that she could still speak— ]

No, baby, it's you. [ —before pressing their lips together in a kiss that quickly dips into something desperate and longing. baby. a slip up? no, that must be the booze talking; pet names were just not in faye's vernacular. ( that is false ) it won't be a thought, and maybe not even an after-thought, as her eyes flutter shut and she pushes her tongue past fang's lips, looking to explore—not just her mouth but the rest of her. both hands that once cradled her face will now retreat and slip underneath her top, each palm full with her plush breasts and squeezing appreciatively. ]

[All the noises Faye makes, her reactions — these are their own pleasure. Fang's thighs tense beneath her as she watches and listens, her own breathing gaining a harsh, needy cadence. But it's what she says that gets a real reaction out of her — the pet name makes her eyes widen in surprise and has her lips parting without any resistance. She moans into the kiss, squirming beneath Faye and arching into her hands as she touches her, suddenly all too aware of the cramped space they're in. Each time the kiss is even momentarily broken, she renews it, chasing Faye's mouth with her own until they're both breathless and flushed.

Fang pants against Faye's mouth, her hand squeezing in the scarce space left between their bodies to slip between her thighs again. This time, she doesn't tease — slips two fingers inside her easily, angling her hand so that she doesn't cramp up in the midst of it. Her thumb finds her clit and strokes that sensitive bundle of nerves. It's rushed, messy — not nearly as devil may care as she usually tried to be.]

When we get home, I'm going to wear you out. [Her voice is hoarse, the words a strained murmur against Faye's lips. The hand not between her legs splays out over the small of her back, gently urging her to rock into the slow, deep motion of her thrusting fingers.]

[ each hot breath that paints her lips, every word that escapes into her mouth to be swallowed up and savored —- faye greets with unbridled enthusiasm. the same way fang's wiggling body incites a fervor that spills into another messy chase of lips lapping over lips, and in the sensual, somewhat impatient way she gropes her breasts. ]

You promise? [ are breathy words that get lost in the motion of their mouths. when her hands aren't fondling, she's thumbing over hardened nipples, tenderly pinching and flicking them (if it wasn't for their snug position, she'd have her mouth all over them). her tongue is nearly down fang's throat, attempting to wrestle her tongue into submission, when the ensuant jolt of her body pulls a choked cry out of her. ] A-Ahh ... !

[ her gaze glides over the other woman's face, mouth gaping and hovering, her brows knitted together in a pleasured expression as they search her eyes. even without the encouragement, faye will rock her hips with each delivered thrust. and every time she reaches the hilt of those fingers, a very distinct noise is made, revealing just how dripping wet she is for her. she soon unravels into a panting, flustered mess when her sensitive nub gets attention; the ache of arousal intensifies and spiderwebs up her body. like a cat in heat, she whines and mewls against fang's mouth, greedily nipping and sucking at her bottom lip. ]

[Faye's kisses are eager enough to leave Fang's mouth wet and bruised, and she eagerly welcomes it, her murmurs of encouragement and soft groans captured in between each gasp of breath. She barely blinks throughout, fixated on each twist of Faye's features and the hazy, blissful look in her eyes.]

Promise - whatever you want. [She manages, her voice rough, hissing through her teeth at Faye's eager fondling of her by now oversensitive breasts, nipples peaked and near painfully hard from her teasing. She is all too aware of how cramped the space is and wishes, with a pang, that they could somehow get to her apartment faster.

In the meantime, she makes do with the space they have.] You're already this wet? [It's a question she already knows the answer to but wants to hear anyway.] Already in this state and I've only just started with you — [Her hand moves just a little faster, a little rougher, enough to drag out the slick and sordid noises of their joined bodies. The hand on Faye's back wraps around to her front, sliding under her top until she finds warm skin and the fullness of her breasts that she wastes no time in teasing — cupping them, squeezing, stroking her hardened nipples.] You're beautiful, do you know that? [Said between rough kisses, her voice low and throaty, strained.] Can't wait to do this proper - somewhere we'll have all the space we need.

[ there's something about that husky voice of hers that felt smoother than any prized whiskey this side of the solar system. ] You make me so wet ... [ she declares in a whisper that feels harsh against their swollen lips. even in such limited space, her body is at the beck and call of fang's touch —- bending, urging. frissions of pleasure dance up her spine with each stroke of her clit, heightening her arousal and the amplification of her moans, including the woman's name that's carried in an earnest sigh. ] .. Fang!

[ so fevered with lust, faye's delayed awareness of their cramped surroundings (oblivious only due to her slight inebriation) will come to a sudden halt when she whips her head back and subsequently hits it against the glass. ] Ow! [ which doesn't completely kill the mood but now that she's outrightly aware of how constricted they were, faye is unable to return to that same level of enthusiasm as before. ] Damn it, are we there yet? [ half joking, half bitching. she already regrets breaking from the sweet warmth of fang's mouth as she twists around to look at the coordinates. not close enough. this gives her an idea. ]

[ she turns back and delivers a gentle kiss to flushed lips. ] Hold that thought. [ before reluctantly coaxing the hand out of her shorts and pivoting around fully, now sitting in the woman's lap like she was meant to sit from the start. whoops. so now faye is piloting ( you read that right ), nonchalantly switching off autopilot, hands on the controls, and dialing up enough power to send them zipping off. she'll be too distracted to react to any protesting fang might do, knowing she will thank her later when they've managed to arrive miraculously unscathed and in due time to continue this act where it belongs. ]

[That heated, feverish whisper from Faye causes an answering jolt of pleasure in her stomach, a molten heat pooling between her legs and adding to her own impatience. Fang doesn't stop the rough motion of her fingers, eyes hooded and dark with lust, fixated on the sight of the beautiful woman above her.] That's right... [Her voice is hoarse from desire and breathlessness both.] That's perfect —

[Faye hitting her head against the glass puts an abrupt stop to that, however, and she winces at the sight. Before she can renew their contact or ask if she's hurt herself too badly, Faye's putting an end to it for the both of them. Dazed herself, Fang can only watch, dumbfounded, as she takes over the work of piloting the craft on her own.

Fang can't tell if she's more disappointed by the game ending, or impressed and offended both by her taking over the role of driving on her own — and fast, at that.] Whoa- [Is all she manages at first before the increase in speed has her back pressed against the chair and holding on for dear life.] Hey, don't go too crazy! Be gentle with her. [It's a warning with less heat than she'd normally reserve for someone piloting her ship — in truth, she's a bit delighted about it. Eventually she decides to simply go along for the ride, though she does speak up to murmur in Faye's ear.]

Can't wait, huh?

[It sounds like she's holding back a laugh.]

Edited (fixing some grammar + typos) 2023-08-25 00:18 (UTC)

[ doped up on lust just a moment before, faye was now hilariously laser-focused in a switch-up that could induce whiplash. if there was one thing she was truly skilled in, it was her ability to fly under duress or, in this case, under a very restive libido. the knock on the head definitely brought some necessary lucidity, effectively lowering her buzz a notch or two. you wouldn’t guess it when the ship takes a sudden and questionably sharp nosedive, seemingly with wild abandon. in reality, faye has discovered a shortcut, possibly made one up on the spot, that soon proves successful in cutting time in half. ]

Your precious ship is in good hands. [ faye tells her in a tone that carries enough solace to hopefully assuage any doubts. bereft of fang’s mouth, she’s now painfully aware of the damp heat between her legs, the festering ache, and how the grip on her hips feels almost possessive in nature if it wasn’t mostly a means to hold on for dear life. she visibly shudders when that accented voice spills into her ear. ] You know I can’t wait. Just hold tight for a little longer—

[ the landing may have been a bit rough but everyone, including the ship, arrives unscathed in record time. faye doesn’t even shut everything down before hastily exiting the cockpit—and in the process nearly falling right on her ass once again. she manages to recover herself but not without having a laugh at herself. ] See what you do to me? [ half-joking. she holds a hand out to fang. ]

[Her ship makes a (mostly smooth) landing, and before she can so much as catch her breath from the piloting acrobatics, Faye's hopping out of the cockpit and holding out a hand to her. Fang laughs breathlessly and takes the offer — though not before leaning halfway into the cockpit and taking the liberty of shutting down everything herself. She's particular about her precious ship, that was for certain.

She takes Faye's hand, lacing their fingers together, again hooking her other arm around her waist and tugging Faye closely. Despite her relative calm in comparison, it's soon clear enough that she's just as excited, tilting her head down to pepper kisses along the side of her face and jaw, down her neck, not even glancing up as she swipes the keycard to let them into the building.]

Can't be as bad as what you do to me, [she murmurs into Faye's ear, voice low and tinged with impatient gruffness.

The road to her apartment seems inexorably long, but it's only the span of a few minutes before they're stumbling inside. Fang only barely has the presence of mind to lock the door behind them before she's pulling Faye into a deep, hungry kiss.]

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@transgressed ( fang )

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cowboy bebop auing it up

yeehaw cowgirl

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the impatience with this one is strong lmao

fang is the Same

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