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[bountyhead]

[ 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. ]

[transgressed]

[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.

the impatience with this one is strong lmao

[bountyhead]

[ 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. ]

fang is the Same

[transgressed]

[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.]

[bountyhead]

[ 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. ]

[transgressed]

[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.]