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_capable_ (_capable_) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-02-03 10:59:00

Who: Capable and Furiosa
When: During the Silent Hill plot
Where: Their home
What: Comfort
Rating/Warnings: High/Sexy times
Status: Complete



Things had been a little strange for the past few days, there had been an inexplicable fog and reports of people being attacked by monsters appearing from it. Luckily Capable hadn’t seen any of that herself but the fog was creepy and strange and as she walked from the bus stop to the home she shared with Furiosa she was sure she saw shadows following her.

By the time her shaking hands opened the door she was very very scared and looked incredibly pale.

It had been a stressful few days. Furiosa hadn't liked going outside. It was dangerous to drive in the fog, both for herself and others. So she'd spent the day at home, occasionally looking out the window and shivering. It made her uncomfortable. Like there was something out there, watching her. She had enough demons in her own head.

The door opened, and she looked up from a book. "Capable?" Alarmed, she got up and came over, taking a gun out of an end table as she passed it. "What's wrong?"

Capable jumped a little at Furiosa’s question but then moved to hug her, only beginning to feel safe when she was in the other womans arms.

“It felt like there were things in the fog, I thought I was being followed” she said, “I don’t like it, it’s horrid out there”

Furiosa hugged her back, her hand still holding the gun and her other arm wrapping around her with as good a hug she could give with it. Capable’s panicked voice put her on edge and the door being open only made her heart beat faster. She kicked it shut but didn’t let go. “Don’t go out again.”

As much as she tried to be strong some things were hard to move past and she couldn’t shake that feeling. Nodding against Furiosa she agreed, “Okay” she didn’t have any inclination to go out while things were so creepy. She would rather stay in here with Furiosa forever.

“Nothing is hunting you.” She pulled away from Capable to close the curtains anyway. Joe wasn’t out there, there weren’t any warboys. There weren’t any monsters hunting them. That didn’t make her feel any less paranoid, and paranoia had kept her alive.

Satisfied that everything was secure, she moved into their tiny kitchen to make Capable some warm tea. “Sit down, relax.”

When Furiosa moved Capable wrapped her arms around herself and tracked her with her eyes, the curtains shut out the fog but not the thoughts. Capable’s mind had gone straight to Joe without her even realising and she worried someone was going to take her.

Her eyes watched Furiosa, she didn’t dare let her out of sight and relaxing wasn’t really happening. Her foot moved nervously and she chewed on her bottom lip in worry.

Furiosa glanced at her, and resorted to nuking the water to get it hot enough to use the instant tea. It wasn’t ideal but it would work. She brought a mug over, setting it on the coffee table and then taking Capable by the elbow and guiding her over. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” She’d put the gun in easy reach too.

Furiosa had her own paranoia. She rested her hand on Capable’s shoulder. “I mean it.”

Capable nodded, relaxing more when Furiosa hand her hand on her shoulder, “Thank you” she said, reaching up to lay her hand on top of the other womans. She didn’t want her to go anywhere at all.

Since they had started sleeping in the same bed Capable had discovered that she was much calmer around Furiosa.

It was still a lot to get used to, but the bed was a lot more comfortable than the couch. Furiosa wasn’t particularly thinking about other nice parts. Like the warmth of a body against hers. She bumped her shoulder against Capable’s. “You made it through the fog pretty good on your own.”

“I just wanted to get home so I focused on that” Capable told her, “I thought I was going to have a heart attack a couple of times but I made it” And she was proud of herself for that because it was an achievement that she hadn’t just given in and curled up in a ball to wait for someone to help her.

“Did anything chase you? Hurt you?” Careful not to bump Capable’s tea, Furiosa checked her over, lifting her shirt up to check her stomach and back.

“No, it was more just a sense of something being there” Capable said, smiling as she was checked over. It was nice to be cared about so much.

Flipping Capable’s shirt back down, Furiosa leaned back on the couch, seemingly satisfied. “Did you see something, or was it just a sense of being watched? I keep expecting eyes when I look out the window.”

“Shadows” Capable said leaning back with Furiosa, “Nothing tangible. Just that sense of being watched and moving shadows. There was just a really imposing feel out there” She knew it sounded crazy but living here not as crazy as it usually would.

She leaned her shoulder against Capable, resting her hand on her arm and rubbing it. “Do you want me to turn all the lights on? Chase the shadows away.”

Capable leaned into Furiosa, “It’s okay, you’re here so I already feel better” she said looking up at the woman with a smile.

It was a lot of weight on Furiosa’s shoulders, the way Capable looked to her. But she could bear the weight, be it shadows or whatever else the county threw at them. She smiled, tone dry. “No pressure.”

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to try. Being a protector comes naturally to you I think” Capable told her. She didn’t ever want Furiosa to think she needed to do anything more than she did already.

“I’m teasing you. I’m working on my humor programming.” Furiosa put her arm around Capable’s shoulder. “I would really keep all the lights on all night if it would make you feel better.” She smirked at her, squeezing lightly.

Capable giggled, and snuggled closer when Furiosa put her arm around her. It was becoming very natural to do so. “Thank you” she said, “Maybe the light in our room. The bedside one, if it won’t keep you awake”

With the television staticy and even things like netflix out, there wasn’t much to do. Furiosa looked at the clock, then at Capable. “Tired? Or would you feel better in there?”

“We could be really lazy” Capable said, she liked their room. It felt cosier and warm since Furiosa had joined her, Capable craved company and Furiosa’s was the best. “I could read you some of the Hobbit”

“Only if you don’t do the voices,” Furiosa joked. “Your voice is pleasant enough as it is.” They could also bring in her laptop and watch a dvd. But Furiosa had to admit the living room felt too big. Too open. The bedrooms were smaller. And sometimes smaller was what she needed. She got up, glancing around. “Oh. Have you been able to reach Laura? I got through to her once before the phones went dead. I haven’t heard from her since. I’ve been hoping she’s at her girlfriend’s.”

Capable laughed, “Thank you. I promise not to do the voices” she said, smaller was good for Capable too and it meant they got to curl up on the bed together which was never a bad thing. “I haven’t” she said, “I do hope she is okay. I don’t even know where to go and look for her. If we even could in this fog”

“If I had the rig in town I’d almost risk it.” The damn thing was nigh unassailable in the right conditions, and she didn’t think there’d be war parties in this fog. Just really… creepy things. She picked up her laptop and some chips, and nodded towards the bedrooms. “Come on.”

“I’m sure she’ll be okay” Capable said, willing them both to believe it before they moved into the bedroom. Hopping onto the bed Capable waited for Furiosa before asking “Book or movie?” she asked since she assumed that was what the laptop was for.

“What do you feel like?” Furiosa didn’t mind listening to Capable but she felt like a movie would be less awkward. Though why either would be awkward was not a question she was in the mood to find an answer on.

After checking to make sure there was a weapon within easy reach, she sat on the bed.

“Maybe a movie first?” she suggested, since it would be nice just to sit together and forget about outside. She’d gotten used to Furiosa keeping weapons around the place, in fact it made her feel safer too.

“Your pick,” Furiosa said, putting the laptop in her lap and angling it so Capable could watch as well. “Whatever you’re in the mood for.”

Preferably something that wasn’t at all creepy.

Capable nodded and flicked through some of the movies, finally settling on an action one with lots of cars in. She thought Furiosa might like that one too. Capable would just enjoy snuggling up and taking comfort from the creepy outside.

Furiosa had gotten the habit of keeping her left arm towards Capable. It left her right arm open to defend them, and maybe a small part of her felt more secure that way. After all she got enough weird looks from people in her day to day life as it was. A funny part of her dreams was that no one really cared there.

But it made it a little awkward to put her arm around Capable, so she just leaned against her. She had the strangest sense of deja vu, and she thought about an uncomfortable normal dream she’d had the other night. It made her suddenly hyper-aware of Capable’s presence.

“I think this one will do.”

“Okay” Capable nodded, she’d been worried at first that she might hurt Furiosa by putting weight against her arm but the other woman seemed perfectly happy so Capable had gotten used to it. It had never bothered her, it was part of who Furiosa was and she didn’t feel awkward at all.

Furiosa hit play, then leaned her cheek on the top of Capable’s head for a long moment, before lifting her head back up. She more wanted to watch Capable than the movie.

Capable snuggled against Furiosa as the movie started, her face showed all her reactions as she watched before she became away of Furiosa’s gaze on her, looking up she grinned, “What?” she asked.

“Nothing.” Furiosa’s lips twitched. “I just like watching you enjoy yourself.” It was a precious thing. The fog made her thoughts dark. Warlords and dehydration. In the wasteland joy was a rare thing.

Capable giggled and buried her face briefly against Furiosa’s chest, “Am I that interesting?” she asked curiously.

“I still remember what you were like, before.” She lifted her hand, pushing aside some of Capable’s hair. “It’s good to see you smiling.”

“Thanks to you” Capable said, “It’s easy to smile when you’ve been rescued and feel safe” And it was, smiles came more naturally to Capable now than they ever had before and a lot of it had to do with Furiosa. Even thinking about her made Capable smile, which was interesting now she thought about it.

“It’s funny.” Something was exploding on the screen, but Furiosa wasn’t really paying attention. All it was was background noise keeping the fog from her mind. Even with the blinds closed she felt like there were eyes out there. “I think you’ve always been able to help yourself, but you just needed someone to show you how.”

“Then thank you for showing me how” Capable said, wrapping her arms around Furiosa and hugging her tightly. There was something there whenever she hugged the other woman, something that wasn’t just about safety and gratitude but Capable was yet to identify it.

Furiosa felt vaguely uncomfortable again, but not in an unpleasant way. Maybe it was the hero getting the girl in the movie and was that sex scene necessary? Yes, that had to be it. Not how warm Capable felt. Thickly, she said. “You’re welcome.”

Finding a position where they were both comfortable Capable kept her arms around Furiosa as they continued to watch the film. She was being lulled into relaxing with the other woman so close, it felt very right.

Relaxing was the furthest thing from Furiosa’s mind. She was fighting the urge to tense up, forcing herself to relax for Capable’s sake, which was difficult to do since there were numerous places were Capable’s skin was against hers. It was nice. That was unplanned for. Unexpected. Unacceptable considering her mentor relationship and Capable’s general naivete. Relax she told herself. It’s fine. Ignore it.

Naive she was but she wasn’t oblivious and after a while she pulled back enough to look up at Furiosa, “Are you okay?” she asked, wondering if she was still thinking about the fog and things in it.

"Okay?" Furiosa croaked. She kept her eyes on the screen. " I'm okay. I'm fine."

“Are you sure?” Capable asked, she still seemed tense and worried, “Can I do anything to help?”

“I’m fine,” Furiosa repeated. “Just a little on edge. It’s hard to explain. It’s nothing you did.” On purpose. Still maybe she should put an inch or two between them. If her body would move.

“Oh I know” Capable said as an idea hit her, “Myrcella showed Tessa and I how to give shoulder massages the other week, let’s see if that helps” she suggested moving back so that Furiosa could move to sit in front of her.

“She what?” Furiosa was so surprised that she found herself moving in front of Capable before she could think on if that was a good idea or not.

“Well you know she’s doing her beauticians course? Part of that is massage and she wanted to see if she could explain it clearly so Tessa and I volunteered. After all it’s gotta be handy right?” Capable said as she got into position moving Furiosa’s shirt a little so she could lay her hands on her skin.

“Volunteering for a massage isn’t the worse thing ever.” Furiosa shivered at the skin contact, then sighed and simply pulled her shirt off. “Is that easier?”

“Much better, thank you” Capable said smiling before working on easing the tension in Furiosa’s shoulders. “I think we need to do this more often, you’re very tense” she said, working out the knots the way Myrcella had showed her.

"Nng..." Furiosa grunted, twisted a little to give Capable a better angle at her shoulder. When Capable hit a certain spot, she groaned, eyes fluttering shut. "You could probably talk me into anything doing this."

Capable worked on the parts that made Furiosa moan the most, the sounds making her flush though she wasn’t entirely sure why. “Careful the power might go to my head” she teased with a little chuckle.

Tilting her head back, Furiosa kept her eyes closed. She was loathe to admit it but she'd been more tensed up than she'd realized, and it had gone back much farther than the fog. At least as far back as sharing a bed with Capable. And probably farther back - she hadn't relaxed since she'd first started dreaming. And she found herself not wanting to stop. "...lower." Unhm. "Please."

Smiling as Furiosa let herself enjoy it Capable moved her fingers lower, working out the kinks down her spine. “If you lay down I can work on your back better” she suggested.

That sounded dangerous. She turned to face Capable, staring at her a moment. She weighed her options, then got up. She picked the laptop up and set it on the end table, then laid down on her stomach. "All right."

For a moment Capable thought she was going to say no and felt a little sad but then she was moving again and she smiled brightly. Kneeling next to her she lay her hands back on her body and began to work on her lower back. When she couldn’t quite get the angle she wanted she decided to straddle Furiosa’s hips and do the massage that way.

"Remind me to thank your friends." Furiosa smiled into the pillow, then gripped the sheets tight in her hand when Capable straddled her. She tensed up all over again.

“Sorry” Capable said sitting up a bit, “Did I hurt you?” she asked her hands gently stroking the lines of the scars that ran over Furiosa’s back when she noticed the tenseness return.

She started to answer, getting only half the word 'no' out before Capable's hand hit a scar and the word turned into something mostly unintelligible. She started to relax again, wriggling her hips and trying to ignore how intimate it had gotten. She almost suggested that Capable could make a career of this, except that made her uncomfortable. Almost as uncomfortable as Capable’s skin against her. Although uncomfortable wasn’t the word for it, if she was being honest with herself.

For a second Capable thought she had really hurt her until she felt Furiosa relax again and she realised that she liked it. So she began alternating between letting her fingers stroke gently over the scars and properly massaging her. It felt good to be touching her like this and Capable began to slowly realise her mind was wandering to less than innocent places.

She'd never let anyone touch her scars like this before, and as long as Capable's hand didn't brush Joe's brand, she was content to let Capable keep doing it. The fog outside was a distant memory, Capable's hands were warm and Furiosa was melting into the bed. There were times she tensed up again, shivering when Capable's fingers hit particularly sensitive spots and biting back groans as Capable found knots of muscle. She turned her head, peeking at Capable with one eye. Her voice was a lot breathier than she cared for. "Don't tell anyone. I'll never live it down."

But she was smiling.

Capable made sure to steer clear of Joe’s brand, she hated that it marred Furiosa’s skin just as it marred Splendid’s and her own. As if any of them needed that reminder in the waking world, it haunted them all enough as it was.

Grinning Capable replied, “Don’t worry, it’ll be our secret” her voice was huskier than before and she knew her skin was flushed.

"That's good," Furiosa replied, her own voice a little deeper than necessary and her cheeks darkened. She was in a strange place, knowing that there was something more intimate than they should be doing, and not wanting to stop it. Worse, she wondered how soft Capable's skin was, and then her brain reminded her that she'd touched her arm or her neck or her legs plenty of times to know. Which made her torn between not stopping and jumping into a very cold shower, since she couldn't drive her frustrations out.

Which had been her modus operandi for that kind of frustration since she was a teenager.
Capable had never truly experienced these frustrations or confusing feelings, liking boys or girls had never really been encouraged or talked about at the commune and while she’d had one or two conversations with therapists about it they hadn’t pushed it or gone into detail. But Capable knew this was attraction, she felt warm and her stomach was twisting.

Slowly she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to one of Furiosa’s scars, “It is” she replied, lips moving against her skin.

"Capable...?" Furiosa turned her face back into the bed, mostly to hide her expression. She couldn't hide the way her body shook or how her muscles twitched and flexed. Her hand clenched in the sheets and she let out a long sigh. The sheet muffled her voice. "That shouldn't feel so good." Sense told her to stop but sense had left her several minutes ago and Furiosa lost her sense so infrequently that this was becoming alarming.

“But it does, doesn’t it?” Capable said, “I like touching you” she admitted, moving so that she was sat next to Furiosa instead, hand still touching her skin though, wanting the comfort of touch and she leaned in to press her lips to a scar once again.

Okay, okay, she could stop this. Furiosa shivered again. Capable’s hand left a trail of sensation that was slow to pass, but her lips were simultaneously the best, and the worst. She sighed again, and though she didn’t move, she whispered, “I’m supposed to take care of you, not take advantage of you.”

“You do take care of me” Capable said, “And I think if you asked anybody they’d definitely say I’m taking advantage of you. Since you’re the one flat on the bed” she added with a smile, the more Furiosa made no attempt to move away the more Capable’s confidence was growing and her want to explore more.

Furiosa turned her head to look at Capable again, surprise registering on her face. This was a new side of the redhead and she couldn’t bring herself to crush that fledgling confidence. “I knew the internet was a bad idea.”

Capable blushed but held her ground. Naive not stupid, people sometimes forgot. She laughed at the comment though, “I think it's wonderful” she said grinning.

The problem with no hair, was that blushes tended to creep up one’s scalp whether one wanted them to or not. She rested her face on her forearm. “This feels wonderful...but I think I said that already.”

“You did but it's nice to hear” she said, pressing a kiss to Furiosa’s shoulder and stroking her back again.

Furiosa. Trucker. Warrior. Defender. Melting under gentle touches and lips on her shoulders. She envisioned rolling onto her side, pulling Capable down and kissing her. Returning the touches and the massage. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d let someone this close. Instead, she stayed still, afraid that if she moved Capable would stop.

Capable wasn’t stopping, not now, she wanted to continue exploring these new feelings and to do that she needed to keep touching Furiosa. She leaned in closer so that her lips could trail in the wake of her fingers, feeling the contrast of the scarred skin with the smooth.

It really seemed like Capable was going to keep going until Furiosa told her to stop. It was like a game of chicken, to see which of them would stop first. She arched her back, eyes slowly closing.

Wherever this daring confidence was coming from it wasn’t showing signs of disappearing, her heart was hammering but in a good way. She let her finger run the whole length of Furiosa’s spine and then up along her sides, brushing the sides of her breasts as she did.

It was decidedly erotic, in a way that Furiosa hadn't experienced in ten or twelve years, or had ever had the intention of experiencing again. She'd pushed that part of herself away, content that she didn't need that sort of companionship and happy the way her life had been.

Finding the girls, and Max, had showed her that she didn't have to be alone.

And maybe Capable was reminding her that there was more to life than just trying to survive day by day. She could control herself. But maybe she didn't want to.

Logically Capable had known that she would eventually become involved with someone, in all likelihood, but she hadn’t really put much thought into it. She knew the basics of course but it wasn’t something she’d looked into. Now however she was kind of wishing she had.

“Will...will you turn over?” she asked biting her lip after making her request.

Pushing herself up by her elbow, she glanced over her shoulder at Capable, trying to read her eyes. Her own were dark from the effects of Capable's hands. But she wanted to make sure Capable really wanted her to do that.

Though she didn’t know it Capable’s own eyes were dark too and she offered a slightly embarrassed smile even through the blush. Pretty soon she would match her hair.

That seemed to be the only answer that she was going to get. Furiosa twisted around under Capable, trying not to dislodge her in the process. It only made the skin of her legs and stomach burn where it met Capable's. She tugged a pillow under her head to prop up a little bit and tried not to look too embarrassed. "Always knew you were the bold one."

Capable properly smiled at that, “I’m glad you think so” she said, letting her hand rest on Furiosa’s stomach, “You’ll tell me if I do something wrong though won’t you?” she asked, as her fingers stroked over her skin.

Furiosa's stomach muscles flex and tensed under Capable's fingertips. She didn't trust her voice, so she just nodded her head. The end of her left arm brushed Capable's right knee while her right hand stared a low caress up Capable's left leg.

Capable liked the shiver that ran through her when Furiosa touched her leg and so she leaned in to press her lips to Furiosa’s sternum while her hands moved to rest just under her breasts. Her heart was pounding and she felt the adrenalin kick around her body.

Dull nails dug into Capable's hip and Furiosa instinctively brought her left arm up Capable's side, the stub just below her elbow stroking up Capable's ribs. She tilted her head back, and moved her hand under Capable's back, under her shirt. Blood was pounding in her ears. "...god.."

If this was what it felt like to be intimate with somebody Capable was beginning to understand why people raved about it. It was like a drug. Her body got goosebumps as Furiosa touched her in return and she let her right hand cover the breast completely, feeling it under her hand and moving her palm experimentally.

Furiosa's mouth opened with a low, guttural gasp, and she pushed her chest up into Capable's hand. Fingers trailed lightly down Capable's back, so lightly that there was hardly any pressure at all. As much as she wanted to know what the redhead felt like, she didn't want to scare her into stopping.

Capable wasn’t scared at all, she was very turned on and when Furiosa pushed up into her hand she grinned. Okay, so that was something she liked. Curious she let her hand stroke the breast, her thumb rubbing over the nipple as she watched to see Furiosa’s reaction.

"Shit," Furiosa gasped, reduced to squirming. Why did she ever think Capable would be shy. Furiosa was probably the shy one here. That didn't mean that her hand wasn't going to wander. She pulled Capable's shirt up, wanting to remove the fabric between them, then rubbed it up and down the woman's side.

There was more curiosity than shyness right now and once she gained confidence the shyness would all but disappear. She may be new to a lot of things but she was smart and getting to understand herself and the world more and more. When Furiosa lifted her shirt she reached down and pulled it off completely.

That took Capable's hand off of her breast, but the view was worth it. Furiosa thunked her head against the pillow and let out a long, drawn out breath. "I forgot how beautiful the human body was..."

There was still somewhat of a war in her head. Years of acceptance of what had happened to her body in her dreams versus years of none-acceptance in the waking world. It was both amusing and distressing what things were accepted in which place, over others. And it was heartening that her disability had never bothered Capable. She lifted her hand, wanting to touch Capable the way Capable had touched her.

“Then you need to look in a mirror more often” Capable told her, because as far as she was concerned Furiosa was incredibly beautiful. Her disability didn’t change that, she was a strong, beautiful woman and you had to be blind not to see it as far as she was concerned.

Furiosa snorted, but she smiled at Capable, resting her fingers on her ribs, just below her left breast. But she was letting Capable set the pace, and she honestly wasn’t ready to stop. It was like she was drunk, and it was a heady feeling.

Capable smiled back before moving her own hand to stroke Furiosa’s breast once again before grinning and bending to press an open mouthed kiss over her nipple.

It was less of a gasp and more of a groan that escaped her mouth and part of Furiosa reasoned that maybe nothing had changed because they hadn't kissed but she was lying to herself if things hadn’t suddenly just gotten past the point of no return.

Smiling at the groan Capable looked up briefly before running her tongue over Furiosa’s skin, savouring it as she did so with a low noise of her own. She realised they hadn’t kissed yet but she was more nervous about that, it wasn’t something she was experienced with. Not that this was but it seemed easier somehow.

Didn’t people usually date and hold hands first? Though she had held Capable while they slept and at other times. Furiosa couldn’t think of just when things had changed over the past month. Only that they had and she hadn’t noticed. When Capable made that noise, Furiosa finally gave in and gently palmed her breast. It served as something to focus on besides the lighting shooting from Capable’s tongue straight through her body.

Most people probably did date but they weren't most people and they knew each other pretty well already. Capable saw nothing wrong with how they were doing it.

When Furiosa touched her properly she gasped and pushed into her hand, that felt really good.

There were probably words for what it felt like, but Furiosa couldn’t think of any right now. She just knew she liked how Capable felt, and the heat from her breath on her skin when she gasped, and she really liked the expression on the redhead’s face when she did that.

And then she did something very dangerous. She surged her head up and kissed her.

Capable was taken a little by surprise but she responded fairly quickly, trying to follow Furiosa’s lead. It was new and a little strange but good, she liked the feel of the other woman’s lips against hers.

She wrapped her arms around her and gave herself over to the feeling.

When Capable melted into her, Furiosa had to resist the urge to take the lead. She took the lead in so many other ways and other situations that not being in charge was kind of a turn on. On top of that, she still had a feeling like Capable could flee at any minute. Or herself for that matter.

Still, her fingers dug into Capable’s skin harder.

If she actually stopped to think she probably would hesitate or stop but she wasn’t giving herself the chance to stop and think. Capable hadn’t felt like this before and she was relishing it all. She only hoped she was doing okay.

Furiosa moved her hand around, cupping Capable’s breast and exploring its texture and softness freely. And she knew she should stop, but she nibbled on Capable’s lip anyway, before breaking the kiss and tilting her head back.

“I don’t want to stop,” and Furiosa’s tone was breathy and conflicted. If they didn’t stop now, they weren’t going to, and they were already going to have an awkward conversation in the morning but it would be that much more awkward.

“Do we have to?” Capable asked because this was all feeling so incredible now and awkward morning conversations were far from her mind right now. She just wanted to relish these feelings Furiosa was bringing out in her.

She supposed that they could talk about it later, and answered by kissing Capable again. Furiosa was only human and for the first time in a long time she felt human, skin to skin with Capable.

Capable smiled into the kiss and wrapped herself around Furiosa as they kissed, she felt more relaxed and at ease than she had expected to and she knew part of the reason was because she was with Furiosa who she trusted more than anyone.

Capable being wrapped around her had the dual effect of making her more turned on and also more emotional. It was like the redhead was clinging to her. Furiosa suddenly pressed her leg between both of Capable’s and moving her lips to her throat. Her hand started to roam, across breasts and stomach and then down Capable’s hip.

Gasping Capable arched her back to push more into Furiosa’s hand as her own arms gripped the older woman to her, her breathing uneven but excited as the hand moved closer to where Capable felt she needed it the most.

Furiosa wasn’t sure which way was up any more, but they’d ended up on their sides, which made it easier to stroke at the redhead’s skin. She nipped lightly, not wanting to mark Capable. Capable had been marked enough for two life times.

Capable appreciated that, marking wasn’t a thing she would ever be into but she liked the feeling of Furiosa touching her so sweetly with her mouth and hands. She moved her hands over Furiosa’s body again, letting her hand stroke down her side and cupping her ass liking the feel of it as she fondled her.

Rubbing her knee between Capable’s legs, Furiosa slid her fingers into the waistband of Capable’s panties. When the hand on her ass fondled her she squirmed, biting down harder on Capable’s chest, and she groaned. They were doing this? They were doing this. She stilled her hand. She had to ask. “Capable, are we sure about this?”

Capable felt like she was going to explode with feeling when Furiosa stopped, she looked at her with a slightly dazed expression. “Yes” she said, “Have I done something wrong?” she asked, because she was fairly sure they both wanted this.

“What?” Furiosa shook her head. She was out of breath, her body not wanting to stop either. “No. No nothing wrong. I just want to make sure you’re okay with doing this.” She smiled, expression playful. “It’s the polite thing.”

Capable laughed then, breathless but happy, “Oh you were being polite” she said, before leaning in to kiss Furiosa, “You don’t need to be. I am very very okay with doing this”

“You’ve had choice taken from you too much,” Furiosa murmured, lips against Capable’s. It seemed like a common thread for all of them. She wanted them on the same page, that was all. She pushed her knee back in, rubbing slowly. If this was Capable’s choice, Furiosa didn’t think she had it in her to deny her.

“I’m choosing you” Capable said, “Of my own free will I am choosing you and very happy about it” she kissed her again gasping into it when Furiosa rubbed her once more and her hands clutched Furiosa’s shoulders.

She pushed Capable onto her back, rolling on top of her. “Okay,” Furiosa whispered. It was exactly what she’d wanted to hear, and she smiled as she pressed her lips back against Capable’s.

Okay.