Literally Pirateninja (shadowcat) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-03-20 00:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, aria t'loak, kitty pryde (shadowcat) |
Who: Aria and Kitty
What: Working out and then working out
When: Early March
Where: A gym
Status: complete
Rating: low then high
Aria took keeping in shape seriously. She regularly went to the gym to lift weights and so forth. She had quite the physique. Aria wore a black sports bra and a pair of form-fitting workout pants. It perfectly showed off her buff physique. She wasn’t a bodybuilder, but she definitely had muscle definition on her upper body. Her multi-colored hair was in a French braid to keep it out of her face.
Getting off a bike that she’d been on, she took a long drink of water, then paused to wipe sweat from her face with her towel. She headed to refill her water bottle, taking a break before she went to lift weights. She hung the towel over her shoulder as she refilled her water bottle. Then she started to head for the weights.
It had been a long night, and Kitty was frustrated over any number of issues. When she was frustrated, she got violent. But there'd been no street fights to crash, and hardly any bad guys to hit. So she dropped into the gym, changing into a blue, sporty sports bra and tight-fitting workout pants.
She tied her hair back as she looked around for what to do. She needed to loosen up, so started with the treadmill and light stretching, before moving over to the large, cylindrical punching bag. For several minutes she hit and kicked it, each move practiced and graceful like a dance, but with clear force behind it.
Weights sounded like a good idea. She glanced in that direction, saw a buff toned woman and nearly got smacked in the face by her punching bag. Luckily, she recovered with a spin and elbow jab before stopping the movement with her hands. Kitty muttered, "I'm not straight enough for this."
Aria sat down on the bench of one of the bench pressing stations. Always being one to have a sixth sense about people watching her, she felt eyes on her and looked up to see a woman over at a punching bag seemingly staring at her. She gave a little smirk, simply letting her look. If she wanted a show, she’d give her one. Setting her towel and water bottle down, Aria moved to check the weight before adding some. She then glanced back at the woman.
“Would you care to put those eyes to use by spotting for me?” She asked her.
“Who. What? Me?” Kitty grabbed her towel to wipe down as she walked over. She thought she recognized Aria from the valarnet, which was seven degrees of distressing. She was even hotter in person and more well built than the ex she vaguely resembled. “I’ll keep my eyes on the..weights…”
Aria smirked a bit. As the woman drew closer, it certainly seemed to be Kitty from Valarnet. This could get interesting. Aria gave her a onceover before she laid back, positioning herself under the weights. “I don’t mind if your eyes wander, so long as they do not stray overly far from the weights.” Gripping the pole, Aria lifted it off of the stand and began to do some repetitions. Her arm and shoulder muscles seemed to bulge a bit.
And Kitty’s eyes bulged a bit at Aria’s arms. She felt exposed after the onceover, not entirely used to that kind of attention. Which was stupid, she knew she got it. But Aria looked like she could step on her and she’d enjoy it, so that made it a little different. She glanced at the impressive numbers on the weights. “Sure you’ve got enough weight on there?”
Aria tended to have an intimidating presence. She’d always had it since she’d left home as a teenager. Most people were put off by it, which was fine with her, it wasn’t any skin off her back. Others, however, seemed to be drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Aria was definitely a flame. “I can do more, but choose to start a little below my threshold. Gives me something to move up to.” Especially during the times when some assholes liked to scoff and challenge her to lift more than they could.
She always wiped the floor with them.
“Why do I get the impression you’ve used that trick on some macho bro once or twice.” Kitty flashed her a grin. She had a brilliant kind of smile. “Tell me you sent them crying for their mommies.”
“By the time I was done them, they couldn’t do much more than sob on the floor where I left them,” Aria replied with a smirk. She finished her set, then set the weight back on the stand. She took a breath before looking back at Kitty. “You want to do a set?”
Kitty tried not to stare overly long at the sweat beading down Aria’s bicep. She licked her lips, then flexed playfully. “I think I can do a set.”
She eyed the weights. “I’m stronger than I look, but I think I’m going to need to take about fifteen pounds off at least.”
Aria noticed the way Kitty looked at her bicep, but made no move about it yet. She stood up, letting Kitty use the bench when she was ready. “Fifteen pounds?” Aria questioned, eyeing Kitty’s biceps. “I’d like to see your strength in action.” She picked up her water bottle and took a drink from it. Staying hydrated during a workout was highly important.
Kitty nodded. She knew it still seemed like a lot, but she knew her limit. It would be tempting to cheat. Use her powers to lift heavier. But even dropping fifteen pounds was probably not quite enough but she was trying to impress a stunningly hot chick. She swapped out the weights, then got onto the bed. Logan would either chide her her laugh at her. Possibly both. “Spot me, lady.”
It wasn’t always easy to impress Aria. Either her standards were insanely high, or she simply wasn’t looking for what someone was trying to be impressive in. But she admired strength, both physical and figurative, so she was wanting to see what Kitty had to show. “I’ve got my eyes on you,” she responded deliberately. She meant it in more than one way as she both spotted Kitty and watched her muscles work.
“No pressure,” Kitty quipped. She readied herself, then started to lift. She knew people that could bench press Logan. Or a buick. A house or two. Strength was subjective in her dreams and everyone seemed a lot more durable. Maybe being a mutant or superhero gave you tougher skin. The weights were probably only a little under where she’d be comfortable with and in hindsight a little lower to start would have been smarter, but Kitty tended to not think straight around attractive people who were looking at her so there was that.
But she’d also punched the Hulk without breaking her hand so give her some credit.
Kitty was attractive, and it was also attractive to watch a woman lifting weights like this. Even with Kitty lifting a little under what Aria had been lifting, she didn’t knock her for it. On the contrary, Kitty obviously had strength to her, and that was something Aria filed away for later use, if necessary. “Looking good.” She let Kitty decide if that was a comment on her form or on her physical appearance. Or both.
Miraculously, Kitty didn’t stumble at the compliment. “Thanks. Not sure I hold a candle to you though.”
At this angle, she could see Aria’s abs in great detail, still damp and glistening from her work out. That sports bra seemed a little tight too. It was mildly distracting and she tried to pretend she wasn’t looking.
“Few can,” she quipped with a chuckle. Aria meant it in jest, but it was also relatively true. She tended to not have long-term relationships, mostly because she felt she wasn’t built for them. She was far too much of an alpha female for most people to handle long term.
“You are doing a lot of looking. See something you like?” She purred in a tone that only Kitty could truly hear.
Kitty was glad she lacked certain parts, because she was getting a lady-boner as it was and that would be embarrassing. That purr sent a jolt right through her stomach. “Y-yeah.”
A few more repetitions and she was going to have to call it.
That was one thing Aria did enjoy about men, it was easy to tell when they were turned on. She liked being the cause of boners, male or female. She smirked a bit, her eyes trailing over Kitty again. She was sweaty and fit, both of which were sexy.
“I’m glad to hear it,” she purred again, watching Kitty closely.
With a groan, Kitty set the weights back where they started, and dropped her hands to her stomach. Her body was not built for that long term, and a lot of her muscle mass was focused more on leg work than upper body work. But she still trained, because punching was just so much fun. She didn’t sit up, wanting to enjoy the view a little longer. “Right now, kinda thirsty.”
“Water?” Aria offered her water bottle. While Kitty enjoyed her view, Aria enjoyed hers. She could admire beauty and strength where she saw it. And Kitty was both. It was nice to know when people cared to put extra work into their bodies like that. “I think you earned yourself a drink.”
“Yeah.” Kitty sat up, taking the water and then taking a long, thirsty swig from it. “Thanks. I’m a little rusty, but I think I did well.” She pulled her knee up and rested her arm on it.
“You did. With some work, you could lift almost as much as I can.” Aria chuckled. She noted the look of Kitty’s legs and the muscle there. “Are you a runner?”
“Dancer,” Kitty replied, rubbing her thighs and pretending she hadn’t just blushed. “Well, I used to be. I channel all that energy into martial arts now. Still dance, but the kind that involves clubbing music now.”
“Martial arts and dancing in clubs are both excellent pastimes.” Aria wasn’t trained in any martial arts, but she was a street fighter. She could brawl with the best of them. And with the biceps she was packing, there weren’t many who dared challenge her to a fight.
“Something tells me that those muscles of yours are more than just for show.” Kitty had to resist the urge to grope Aria’s biceps, but then there wasn’t much on Aria that she didn’t want to grope.
“No, they aren’t. I’ve been in some brawls before.” Aria’s punch could pack a wallop when she put everything into it. Her kicks were nothing to sneeze at either, considering she tended to wear combat boots or steel toed boots more often than not.
“I’ve known a few people who put more stock into how they look instead of how functional they are.” Kitty took one more swig of water then wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. Some of her hair had come loose from the pony tail. She should probably get it straightened again soon, she thought.
“There is an advantage to being both functional and looking good. Some people don’t want the effort of doing both.” Aria said. Seeing the hair that had come loose from Kitty’s ponytail, she decided to test something. She reached out and tucked the loose hair behind Kitty’s ear.
Kitty’s face went red, and she kept her mouth shut because if she spoke she knew she’d stammer. She didn't know what was worse - that Aria had done that, or that Aria had managed to find one of her weaknesses right off. Finally, she spoke. “Effort that’s worth it.”
Oh she loved the red face. Clearly she’d found a weakness, and Aria stored it away as she pulled her hand back. “Precisely. You seem to be able to do both, however.” Kitty wasn’t just looks, which is something Aria liked. Looks were all well and good for a one night stand, but Aria liked more than looks when it came down to it.
She darkened again, and licked her lips. Kitty liked hair touching. And her brain was envisioning all kinds of fun in the locker room. “I’m not without some skill of my own.”
“So the dancing and martial arts would suggest. Though perhaps I have been unfair to challenge you to lifting weights when your skills are centered in other areas.” Aria left it up to Kitty to decide if she wanted to show off her skills or not.
“Give me a minute for my arms to function again and I’ll show you a thing or two.” That came out entirely too suggestive and Kitty inwardly panicked.
“How could I turn down such a promise?” Aria returned with a smirk. This once, she let Kitty off the hook for the suggestive comment. Mostly because she didn’t want to kill her.
Kitty nodded her head, and rubbed her arm with her right hand. She looked around the gym, trying to decide just where best she could show off. She was both relieved and disappointed that Aria hadn’t taken the bait. “Hmm. Lets see…”
Aria tended to pick and choose her battles. While she hadn’t taken that bait, she couldn’t help but to take the opening Kitty provided. “What are you thinking of showing me? An exotic dance, or a martial art?” Of course, given her stripper background and how Kitty knew of it, the phrase exotic dancer had been deliberately chosen.
Kitty choked. On something. She wasn’t sure what. But she choked. When she recovered, her face was burning. “You know, sometimes there’s not much of a difference between the two.”
Oh, that was a good one, Kitty was proud of herself.
The choking was a bit amusing to her. And at Kitty’s response, Aria had one of her own ready. “True, they both involve feats of strength and moves that defy gravity. Sometimes they also include the use of tools.” Now, she could have said weapons, she could have said poles, but tools was far broader and encompassed far more things, especially on the naughtier side of exotic dancing.
Kitty’s expression was the physical embodiment of ‘what’ at the mention of tools. She actually couldn’t imagine what kind of tools outside of poles that Aria could be talking about, but she had a vivid imagination. “I uhm. Wow.”
Aria smirked, enjoying the fact she seemed to have cornered Kitty. “A good exotic dancer can work a pole well. An excellent exotic dancer can work far more than just a pole.” Aria, of course, put herself in the excellent category. She did not let her tools go to waste. One of which was her breasts. They were nice and unlike some, Aria’s were all natural. She didn’t need, or even want, breast augmentation.
Kitty had noticed those breasts. She often felt a little inadequate compared to some of the women she was around, but she’d gotten past that for the most part. Partly because, oh, she liked breasts, and partly because some of those mutants were ridiculously well built and realizing that made her feel better. They were nice. And she was mostly succeeding in not looking at them, except when they were already in her line of sight.
“Sounds like you’re an excellent one.”
“You are observant,” Aria commented with a smirk. “You are correct. I am an excellent one.” Or, well, was. Aria wasn’t an exotic dancer anymore, but she did still have that skill set. Select people got to witness it these days. Most of her lovers weren’t special enough for her to pull out those skills.
The last time Kitty had gotten any kind of exotic dance had been too long to count. She’d given a few herself. To Xi’an, and later Rachel. But the kind of amatuer fun thing couples did. The very thought was enough to make her dizzy just looking at Aria. “...good exercise?”
“I think you can get the answer to that question simply by looking at me.” Aria responded. Which was true, the muscles spoke for themselves. Sure, she was a brawler and roughed people up now and then, but that wasn’t what gave her the muscle tone. Dancing and using a pole had done that. Working out just ensured that she kept the muscle tone and made herself stronger. The things she could do on a pole were out of this world. Something that Logan could attest to.
“Hold on, I need to study more, just to be sure.” Sometimes, Kitty could actually be pretty smooth. A rare event indeed.
“Smooth talker,” Aria teased. “Though feel free to look all you want.” She wasn’t averse to people looking at her. About the only think she’d object to was someone trying to touch her without her permission. That was typically when she’d punch someone.
“I have my moments.” Kitty brushed her hair out of her face and finally found the strength to stand. “But I think I’m supposed to show off first, aren’t I?”
She glanced around, looking for something that would be maximum acrobatic.
“You are,” she confirmed. While Kitty looked around, Aria used her towel to wipe her face and neck off. She then hung her towel around her neck for safekeeping.
Kitty pointed to some bars at the other end of the gym. There weren’t anyone on them, but it would let her truely show off. And showing off for the hot chick? Might make up for the awkward.
“Over there. I’m gonna need all that room.”
Aria looked over at the bars, and gave a nod. “After you,” she said. This certainly came with some high expectations. She was curious to see how well Kitty would deliver.
Kitty rolled her shoulders and stretched as she headed across the gym. Once she was at her destination, she pulled her shoes off, inadvertently giving Aria a view as she bent over. Then she fell into a stance before moving through a series of basic forms. Almost without warning she lept up to a bar, giving a spin kick as she sprung off of it. Gravity hardly seemed to matter as she battled numerous shadow ninja. And she knew how to hit people without hurting herself. Elbows and knees, palm thrusts and the heel of her foot.
Following after her, Aria already had a nice view on the walk over. Though she of course took in the view she was given as Kitty took her shoes off. The way she moved was impressive. Defying gravity was certainly something to watch. She was definitely good at what she did, and Aria also thought she lived up to her name. Kitty certainly had cat-like speed and reflexes.
Hitting the ground rolling, Kitty bounced to her feet. She gave Aria an exaggerated bow. “You should see me against actual opponents.”
It sounded like she was bragging, or joking, but there was a hard sort of steel in her eyes. It was similar to that in Logan’s eyes. Like she’d seen more than her years should have allowed. Like there was blood on her hands and bitter anger deep in her heart. And then that flash of steel was gone and she planted her hands and cocked her hips. “What do you think?”
Aria had seen that kind of steel before, and she wasn’t one to doubt that. She also knew better than to poke about it. When Kitty cocked her hips, Aria smirked. “Very nice. You have good form. It certainly speaks to what you can do with real opponents.” If Aria was actually a martial artist, she’d offer to spar. But as she wasn’t, she didn’t want her ass getting kicked.
“There’s a few places where you can wail on real opponents,” Kitty said, brushing her chin with her thumb. Not that most of them were legal, but one didn’t talk about fight club. Her hair had practically come undone, giving her an unkempt look. “I got some training from a friend of mine. Mentor sort. But a lot of it I picked up on my own.”
“I’ve been to some of those places.” Some of the people she’d roughed up before for not paying their debts had been in some of those places. Aria was definitely okay with things that were less than legal. “Your mentor did well in training you.”
“Don’t tell Logan that, you’ll give him a fat head and it’s fat enough as it is,” Kitty said, unaware that Aria knew Logan. Let alone as well as she did. Not that that would change her attraction.
So, Logan was Kitty’s mentor and friend? Fascinating. It was a small world sometimes. “That’s not the only thing he has a fat head about,” she commented. She was referencing the sexual prowess Logan had. Now that Aria and Logan were in the same place again, it was entirely possible they’d have more liaisons like they’d had at his bar.
Not for the first time, Kitty choked on air. She recovered and rolled her eyes. “Of course. It’s pretty common knowledge he’s screwed most of California by now. Why am I surprised?” Meet a new person, cross ‘fucked logan’ off the list. She didn’t sound all that mad though.
“He is a rare sort.” Aria meant that in more than one way. While he was a rare kind of man, he was also rare in the fact Aria didn’t tend to gravitate towards male lovers. She’d had them, of course, but she definitely had more female lovers over the years.
“He’s a bit of a teddy bear, but don’t tell him I said that.” She liked to tease him, it was part and parcel of the package of being Kitty’s friend. She’d never sampled the goods the way others had, had never really considered it, the occasional teenage fantasy aside. He’d ended up in that sort of uncle-father place. The thought was weird. “Anyway, weren’t you going to show me something?”
Aria laughed. “If I do tell him, it’ll be because I think he’s a teddy bear.” Which she did sometimes think, but she didn’t always say it to his face. Sometimes she did if the conversation called for it, but that was it. In response to the question, Aria squared her shoulders a bit. “What would you like to see?” Aria could challenge someone to a bench press competition and wipe the floor with them. Or she could do something else if Kitty felt so inclined.
“Depends on what you’re in the mood for,” Kitty said, stepping out onto the plank and hoping it didn’t get yanked out from underneath her. She could lie and say she didn’t know what she was doing, but she also could lie and say she knew what she was doing. It could go either way Kitty was a mess.
That certainly piqued Aria’s interest. She was curious and attracted, so she’d see where this led. She stepped closer to Kitty, invading her personal space as she gazed at her a bit intently. “The things I have to show you aren’t public-appropriate. Unless you like that, then I could simply start here.” Aria had next to no shame when it came to sex.
Fuck. Kitty's type with men tended to be taller than her, but she was less picky, heightwise than with women. But Aria had a few inches on her and she used it very, very well and if Kitty wasn't already a mess that would have done it. Her voice came out an embarrassing squeak "Private is good. I like public things to be a little more discreet."
She just had to clarify, didn't she. But this was the girl who'd done the deed up inside Big Ben. She liked experimenting, but Aria was throwing her off what little game she had.
Aria smirked, enjoying the squeaky tone of Kitty’s voice. “Well then, perhaps we should go somewhere more private, then.” Aria then moved around Kitty, her shoulder brushing against Kitty’s as she headed for the locker room.
The contact made Kitty feel like she’d caught fire. She shook herself out of it. Except for a couple times with Rogue when Rogue had been a little… aggressive...she hadn’t been with anyone since Gaz had left her. Not for lack of trying.
She quickly followed, trying not to look suspicious.
Hearing Kitty’s footsteps behind her, Aria smirked, walking with confidence. She wasn’t certain precisely how private Kitty wanted to get, but she would see once they were in the locker room. Once there, she walked towards her locker, setting her towel and water bottle on the bench before she turned and grabbed Kitty, pinning her between the lockers and her own body. No one else was in the row where her locker was, not that she cared, but Kitty might. She then leaned in and kissed her in a way that would make most people’s knees melt. Or make them combust. Possibly both with the right person.
Was she being led on? She wasn’t sure if she actually cared if she wa-- oh. Kitty shuddered, tangling one hand in Aria's hair, the other running down Aria's back to her ass. Her legs threatened to give out and she ignited again, a low moan rumbling from deep in her chest.
Aria wasn’t quite the type to lead someone on, unless they were being a dick, then she’d do it just to teach them a lesson. It was always satisfying to her to watch someone’s expression when she stomped on them in such a way. She groaned softly, her hands planted on Kitty’s hips. She kept her pinned to the locker with her body, giving her enough support so that if Kitty’s legs gave out, she’d still be held up by Aria.
After breaking the kiss, she pulled back enough to gaze at her. “Has that wet your appetite?”
Was she on fire? Probably. Kitty's skin buzzed and she had forgotten what breathing was. Aria could step on her, she’d be okay with that. The only thing keeping her upright was Aria. Either that was a hell of a kiss or she was just that desperate. Her lips were a little puffy and her mind was spinning as she blurted out, "S'not the only thing that got wet."
Aria smirked. It was easy to tell that Kitty was already pretty gone. It would be cruel to take her somewhere more private, wouldn’t it? “I definitely like the sound of that. Care for a shower with me? Or shall we go somewhere more private?” She tightened her hold on Kitty’s hips, pulling them a little tighter against her own.
Against her better judgement, Kitty nodded. They were going to need an out of order sign, but she wasn’t sure she had the willpower to dig one out before they got into the showers. This was like 4 fantasies rolled into one and would either end embarrassingly or awesomely and Kitty was going to roll the dice. She dug her fingers into Aria’s ass as if to prove she had it, and tried to kiss her again.
She groaned at the feeling of Kitty’s fingers digging into her ass. Aria kissed her back, still making it a pretty damn good kiss. She trailed a hand up Kitty’s side. This was going to be almost too much fun. Aria liked living on the edge, and she didn’t have any shame. The thought of an out of order sign didn’t even cross her mind. After several moments, she broke the kiss, tugging at Kitty’s lower lip with her teeth.
“Do you think you can make it over to the shower, or shall I demonstrate my strength for you?” She asked in a low purr.
Kitty couldn’t help it. She grabbed Aria’s biceps and squeezed. “Sure you’re not too wiped out from weightlifting to pick me up?”
Not that Kitty was all that heavy. She’d always had a dancer’s body, her weight in muscle but still slight. That she could hit as hard as she did always threw most people off. Something really useful.
That purr though, was dangerous. The teeth on her lip, possibly being caught too. And if Kitty was anything, it was a danger junkie and Aria had found several buttons already.
As an answer, Aria slid her hands down to the backs of Kitty’s thighs and picked her up. Of course, her muscles bulged and rippled with the movement and picking up Kitty’s weight. “Not in the slightest,” she replied, managing to open her locker and grab a fresh towel they could share before closing it and carrying Kitty over to the showers. She took the shower on the far end, so they could know there wouldn’t be anyone on one side of them regardless of anything else.
Bad word bad word bad word Kitty thought, followed up with a breathed out, long ‘fuck.’ The hands on her thighs drove her nuts, and she wrapped her arms and legs around Aria, kissing her hard as she was carried.
She returned the hard kiss, cracking an eye open now and then so she didn’t run them into anything. But she successfully got them over to the shower and she hung the towel on the hook outside the shower before she stepped inside and pulled the curtain behind them. She turned and pressed Kitty against the wall of the shower stall and pinned her there with her body. She kissed her hard and deep with fire behind it. Her hands, now free of supporting Kitty’s weight, roamed up her body with purpose. Her hands brushed over Kitty’s breasts.
Kitty was quickly realizing there was a downside to this. She wasn’t a quiet person, as evidenced by the moan when her back hit the wall again. Now, she could escape. Easily. Even without her powers. But she liked being pinned like this, Aria’s hard body pressed against hers, her hands on her chest. Not thinking that clearly, her fingers tangled into the tight fabric of Aria’s sports bra, and she tugged. It came off of her, passing through her body.
Groaning, Kitty’s sports bra quickly followed Aria’s. While she never cared where clothing landed, right now she at least made certain it was outside of their shower stall, but still close enough that it wouldn’t be obvious that sex was happening. Not that it wouldn’t be obvious before that if they made noise. Aria would turn the water on once they were naked. The water would provide some cover, just not enough to completely muffle everything.
Her hand came up and palmed one of Kitty’s breasts, groaning at the feel of her warm skin. She leaned in and flicked her tongue against Kitty’s neck.
Oh good, Aria hadn’t noticed the phasing there. Kitty would pat herself on the back except her hands were occupied with the muscles on Aria’s back and her mind with the hand on her skin. She groaned again, tilting her head to the side. She squirmed a little, need fighting with the desire to not entirely make a fool of herself. Kitty wanted to make sure Aria got her time’s worth.
Aria was more than a little preoccupied with other things to have noticed the phasing. It might register in her brain later when it wasn’t clouded with lust, but until then it would go unnoticed. She nipped at Kitty’s neck, testing out her reactions as she brushed a thumb over her nipple. She rolled her hips against Kitty’s, groaning at the way her hands were occupied with Aria’s muscles.
“Fuck…!” Kitty’s hips rolled back against Aria’s in response and her insides clenched. Her fingers dug in and raked down Aria’s back. She didn’t want gentle, not today. She wanted Aria to fuck her raw.
Aria growled in response to the nails raking down her back. Her back arched and she took the hint and bit Kitty’s neck harder. She responded strongly, her hands moving to make short work of the rest of Kitty’s clothes. Then not caring any longer about keeping her clothes dry, Aria reached out and turned the water on, hoping to drown out some of their sounds.
A hand groped one of her breasts, then it slid down her stomach and between them. Her fingers rubbed against her clit, assessing where the most sensitive area was for her.
Shuddering under Aria’s touch, Kitty bit back a sharp cry. The combination of the hand on her, the feel of wet skin against wet skin, the bite and where they were made her feel like a too-tight guitar string. She got her hand between Aria’s legs, phasing her shorts off so she had better access. Kitty remembered why she liked this. The feel of someone turned on. The feel of being the one that turned that person on.
Aria loved this. Getting down and dirty was one of her favorite things. The feel of their wet skin pressed together only further turned her on. Her mouth trailed to the other side of Kitty’s neck, not caring how many marks she left behind. She slid two fingers inside of Kitty while her thumb started rubbing against her clit, and she groaned against Kitty’s neck.
“Oh my god,” Kitty cried out, trying to get her leg up over Aria’s shoulder. Luckily she was more than flexible enough. She moved her fingers over Aria, searching for her clit in the slickness and when she found it she pressed hard.
The leg over her shoulder was even more of a turn on. Aria rubbed Kitty’s clit harder and slid her fingers in and out of her. She moaned as Kitty pressed her fingers against her clit. “Oh fuck,” she grunted. She rocked her hips against Kitty.
Kitty was going to get much louder, very quickly, so she muffled herself against Aria’s shoulder, moan vibrating across her skin. Her hips rocked in time with Aria’s and she knew she wasn’t going to be able to win the ‘who comes second’ race, so she settled instead on using her fingers to try to win the ‘who made the other come more/harder’ race. It would be easier with her head between Aria’s thighs. The thought made her entire body tense up and another moan rumble in her throat.
A shudder ran through Aria’s body along with a wave of fire. She bit into Kitty’s shoulder and moaned into it as Kitty’s fingers worked on her. She kept her own fingers working on Kitty. The things she wanted to do to Kitty were not conducive to a shower in a public locker room. But she’d make this as good as she possibly could. And if more was desired later, then she’d see about going somewhere private.
More would be desired. More was already desired. There were things Kitty wanted to do to Aria that would require more room than the shower. Not even a bed. The floor.
She dragged her hand up Aria’s back, tangling her fingers in her hair as she bit down on Aria’s shoulder, groaning. She mumbled something, over and over, so close, almost there. The build up, like a ball or spring making her toes curl. “Fuck..fucking…”
Her spring sprung, and Kitty threw her head back, shouting loudly as her climax ripped through her.
Aria would definitely be down for sex on the floor. She growled again as Kitty bit down on her shoulder, her fingers continuing to work her over, then rode out her orgasm. Yet even as her fingers slowed to a gradual halt, Aria’s own coil was being wound tighter and tighter. After a little longer, Aria cried out as her climax ripped through her. It was a powerful one, and the release was sweet indeed.
Kitty was pretty sure Aria bruised her in more than one place, but they were the kind of bruising that could be carried like a battle scar. Or maybe a little embarrassing. But the good kind of embarrassing. She moaned softly, kissing the side of Aria’s neck and moving her fingers around lazily, trying to hint that she’d be happy to keep going if Aria was up for it. “So good…”
Likewise, Aria would probably have bite marks for a while, but she didn’t care. She’d had some from Logan, and she never minded them. She groaned as she felt Kitty’s fingers still moving and she smirked. “Mm want another round here?” She was definitely willing.
“Mm...I want to taste you,” Kitty said, blaming the redness on her cheeks on the hot shower water and not on the fact she’d actually said that out loud. She’d flirted and made those kind of comments with lovers before but she did still blush about it.
Aria smirked at seeing the red on Kitty’s cheeks. She leaned in and nipped at her lips. “Well, how can a girl turn down such a request?” Basically, she just told Kitty that she could do whatever she wanted to her.
Kitty disentangled herself from Aria, running her hands up and down her chest, before leaning forward and running her tongue across a breast and nipple. Barely leaving Aria any time to react, Kitty sank to her knees and kissed a thigh, teasing at Aria with her tongue just a moment later. She smirked up at her. “Say please.”
That would probably get her into trouble, but it would be worth it.
Groaning, Aria pressed into Kitty’s touch. A shudder ran through her when Kitty sank to her knees. She groaned again at the teasing, more than wanting to feel Kitty’s mouth between her legs. Aria hooked one thigh over Kitty’s shoulder, giving her better access. She gazed down at the other woman, lust in her blue eyes, as she reached out and pulled Kitty’s face between her legs. “Fuck me,” she purred out, tangling her fingers into Kitty’s hair.
That was as close to a ‘please’ as Kitty would get. Please and thank you weren’t words that Aria really used.