Force Walker (darth_imperius) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-03-11 03:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, daisy johnson (quake), lomea kallig |
Once in a great while, you say?
Who: Lomea and Skye
What: Picking up someone at a bar
When: recent
Where: A bar, then a scenic overlook
Rating: Uh, high eventually
Skye was in need of a drink, or possibly ten, but she’d start with one. She’d finally joined the ranks of the Dreamers and came to realize she dreamt about the same thing Jemma did. She didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing yet. But she at least now was considering the fact that maybe Jemma’s mad skills with a gun hadn’t solely come from her time with the Agency, but maybe at some point someone in SHIELD taught her how to shoot. Even though she seemed to be extremely anti-guns at the point in time she was in the Dreams.
At any rate, Skye decided to go to a bar, taking a taxi there just in case she had one drink too many. She had a lot on her mind, most of it not related to the Dreams. Entering a bar, she went and took a seat at the end of the bar, ordering a beer when the bartender asked her what she wanted. She let out a soft sigh as she waited for her drink.
It wasn’t easy being a Sith. No, Lomea was tired of watching her back, of waiting for a knife to come, even if that knife were to come from her own master, or a lover.
It was a lot like American politics in that way.
While not a wise course of action, she found herself in a bar for the first time in over a year, having dodged her entourage and also her PR person.
She slid into a stool next to a pretty woman. “I’ll have what she is having.”
Skye glanced at the woman as she slid onto the stool next to her, unable to help giving her a once-over. “I hope I don’t disappoint that I’m just going for a beer. I haven’t decided if I want to actually get drunk yet or not. So, beer was a safe bet instead of going straight for whiskey or something.”
“Try not to mix the two.” Lomea said, eyeing Skye appreciatively. “It makes the hangover worse. But a beer is fine. I prefer to keep most of my faculties intact.”
She almost didn’t really fit into a bar like this, considering the dress she was wearing, but that didn’t really matter. It was an escape and one Lomea sorely needed between her dreams and politics.
“Oh believe me, I learned that lesson the hard way. Though there are days when I say ‘fuck it’ and suffer the hangover.” Skye had to say that this woman was rather dressy for a bar like this. She was wearing jeans with rips in them, whether they were there when she bought them or they’d gotten there through normal wear and tear was anyone’s guess. She also had a t-shirt on, one that allowed her to blend in instead of stand out. Or at least blend in as much as someone with obvious Asian descent could blend in in this area.
“Ah, the Good old days,” Lomea quipped, eyes sparkling despite the fact she wasn’t all that much older than Skye appeared to be. Though she did look younger than she was. Holding out her hand, she introduced herself. “Lomea. A pleasure.”
“You speak as though you’re an old woman,” Skye teased. She reached out and shook Lomea’s hand. “Skye. Nice to meet you, Lomea.” Upon receiving their drinks, she took hers in hand. “So, you come here for a break from reality? Or just a change of pace?”
“Old in spirit, perhaps.” She was aware of that potential irony, considering her dreams. SIth Lords and the Force and powerful, ancient societies, rituals and relics. It made her feel much older than she was. Even in her dreams. Especially in her dreams, where she was younger.
“A little of both.” She glanced around. “What’s the word? Quaint?”
Skye nodded a bit. There definitely were people that were old in spirit but young physically, and that was without going into the whole dream thing. So she just accepted it and moved on.
“Quaint. Yeah, you could say this place is quaint. I’ve been in worse bars before.” Also worse places, but that was besides the point.
Lomea hadn’t. In fact, being incognito and low-key was anathema to Lomea, who was a person who thrived in the spotlight and when attention was on her. But she also had learned when to be undercover and low key. It made life easier to go through.
“Have you? Any interesting stories?”
Skye looked at Lomea, wondering if she just spoke in italics or if she was trying to emphasize a particular point. At any rate, she didn’t dwell on that. “Depends on what you mean by interesting stories. I got into a few bar fights. Might have started one or two of those because an asshole couldn’t take no for an answer.”
Lomea both spoke in italics and liked to emphasize her words. So it was a little of both. Lomea studied the woman as she spoke, as if she could see the bruised knuckles, or perhaps other bruises.
“I can’t see that as a bad thing. Certain kinds of men need a cognitive recalibration.”
Skye most certainly had other types of bruises, ones that were old, dating back to her childhood. But those were ones she didn’t let people see. She liked to pretend the darker parts of her life growing up hadn’t happened.
“Tell me about it. Most of them idiots, some of them are assholes. Once in a very great while you actually meet a decent one.” That was probably why Skye tended to prefer women at times. Some of them might be assholes, but they generally weren’t idiots.
“Once in a great while, you say?” Lomea put on a show of considering that, before she shook her head with a wicked smile. “A great while indeed, considering it’s been a very long time since I’ve met a man worth listening to.”
“Ah, now that? I can definitely drink to that.” Skye said as she raised her beer to Lomea. “Women are more worth listening to, or at least they can be more trustworthy than men. Well, the women I’ve known in my life tend to be better than men.”
Nodding in agreement, Lomea knocked back part of her drink, before she said with sparkling eyes. “And women are certainly much nicer to look at than men.”
With very few exceptions, at least. None of which Lomea could bring to mind at the moment. Especially not with such an attractive woman in front of her.
“Yeah, they certainly are,” Skye agreed, also knocking back part of her drink. There were definitely attractive guys, but women were definitely much nicer to look at than men were. “So, are you from this area originally or did you recently move here?” Sure, it may be small talk, but it was also learning a little more about the other woman.
“I’ve lived here a number of years,” Lomea said, eyeing Skye over the rim of her glass. “My family had history in the area, though I made a name for myself when I worked my way up through what is now my shipping business.”
It was a long, and complex story, of a family’s fall from grace and a daughter starting from nothing only to regain much of what was lost. “I have not forgotten what it was like, to starve. Or to frequent a place such as this to forget for a night…”
“So you got to where you are now on your own merits. Good for you.” Too many people tended to coast on their families laurels when it came to working for things. Or not working for them, as the case may be. “Forgetting everything for a night is definitely needed from time to time.” Skye tended to apply to that logic now and then. Sometimes more often than that depending on how her life was going at the time.
“Do you do that often?” Lomea asked. She rested her elbow on the bar, and her chin on her hand. “I’ve found it sometimes required more than a drink to wake myself up, as it were.”
How many bars had she trolled, before she’d struck pay dirt in her job and manipulated her way to the top? Too many. Far too many.
“Yeah, I suppose I do. Probably more than I should.” Skye had a lot that she wanted to forget. Most of it she never talked about because she didn’t really like opening up like that. “But yeah, definitely requires more than a drink to accomplish that.” She eyed Lomea, as if thinking about the potential outcomes.
Lomea had already gamed out some of the potential outcomes, as well as how to accomplish some of them without attracting unwanted attention. But she also enjoyed word play, rather than the direct approach. “If you are interested in forgetting for a night, I may have a few ideas.”
Skye hadn’t come out with anything else in mind beyond getting some drinks. Of course, she hadn’t actually planned on striking up a conversation with someone else, so she was shifting her potential expectations of how the rest of the evening would go. “Is that so? You do look like a woman who has more than a few ideas,” she responded with a smirk.
“One of them involves more drinks.” Lomea smiled, tilting her head. She shifted the natural lilt of her voice into something deeper and suggestive. “Another involves the floor, because that is the only place with enough room to maneuver.”
Okay, that change in the lilt of Lomea’s voice seemed to trigger something in Skye. “Are you sure the floor is the only place with enough room to maneuver?” She responded, leaning a little closer to Lomea, suggestion in her own voice.
Oh, Lomea liked this change in Skye, but then despite her tendency to take round-about ways, she liked forwardness in others.
Go figure.
Her eyes flicked to Skye’s lips, then back to her eyes, her own turning a darker green. “It depends on the floor, yes? Unless you’ve got a better idea.”
A flirty smile crossed Skye’s face. “Technically the ground is larger than a floor. But that entirely depends on how much of an exhibitionist you like to be.” She could be an exhibitionist at times, especially if she needed to blow off steam. Or if she just felt like being a little rebel.
That was a scandal in the making, and under most other circumstances, Lomea would probably try to be wiser. But her dreams had instilled in her a sort of rejection of authority that wasn’t her own, so she leaned in, hand on Skye’s arm. “I’m listening.”
“Can’t say I know many good spots around here, but sometimes being out in nature where one could feasibly get caught by someone else is a thrill unto itself.” Skye said. “And I’m not talking down some alley either, unless that’s your thing. I’m sure there’s got to be some place that overlooks the ocean or something. Something a little out of the way and yet still in the way.” Skye’s mind was already gone with the possibilities of what exactly to do in those situations.
Well that was interesting. It seemed like Skye had a slight romantic streak for her conquests. Lomea could almost appreciate that. She thought it over, hand sliding up Skye’s arm and tracing circles on her shoulder. “There’s a beach not far up the coast from here, with an overlook that’s not too difficult to get to, if you know where the trail starts.”
Romantic? Perhaps, but Skye wouldn’t admit to that under any circumstance. She vastly preferred to keep things at casual sex. Her decisions in the romance department hadn’t exactly been the best decisions after she and Jemma had broken up.
“I’m totally game.” Skye wasn’t about to use any cheesy pick up lines or anything of the sort. She was prone to such quips, but currently? Not so much. She preferred to not put Lomea off by making such quips. She shivered lightly at the touch on her arm and shoulder. And, well, she kind of needed that.
At least Skye wasn’t dating any closet nazis, right?
Smiling, Lomea teased her fingers around to the back of Skye’s neck, playing with the hairs there as she pulled her close enough to feel the heat of her breath on her lips. “I hope you realize I play to win such games.”
She shivered at the touch to the back of her neck and as Lomea pulled her close. “Isn’t that the point of playing? Always play to win?” She murmured. Skye was the type who liked playing to win as well, though even if she ended up losing at least she could say she gave it her all to try to win.
“Maybe we could end up in a tie.” And Lomea pulled Skye in the rest of the way to kiss her, with talented, exploring lips. There was almost an eagerness to it, a need rarely expressed. She looked forward to this tryst, especially doing so in a public place.
“Perhaps we could,” she responded with a smirk. She returned the kiss, also rather talented in her own right. She brushed her fingertips along Lomea’s jaw, lightly tracing it. To say that she was excited about this tryst was possibly an understatement. She hadn’t intended to hook up with anyone when she’d first decided to go out, but now? She was all in.
Pulling away from the kiss after what felt like just slightly too long to be polite (and thus just long enough,), Lomea slid off of her stool, leaving some cash on the bar. Smiling predatorily at Skye, she started to back towards the door, giving her her best bedroom eyes. Then she turned around and slipped outside.
Her car was surprisingly non-descript, but then if she drove her fancy sporty car that would have drawn attention. She did not want to end up in Rita Skeeter’s report.
That predatory smile definitely appealed to Skye. She kind of had a weak spot for the less-than-squeaky-clean people. Jemma was by far the best person she’d ever dated, or generally just been attracted to. She had a long string of bad boys and bad girls under her belt. It seemed that Lomea was definitely more on that side of things.
As it was, Skye followed after Lomea. She was also suddenly very glad that she’d taken a taxi so they didn’t have to deal with potentially awkward questions of who should drive. While some might shy away from this sort of encounter or even show some nerves as they began heading to the selected spot, Skye definitely didn’t. If anything, she was eager to see which one of them would come out on top, as it were. And if she came out with war wounds for her struggle? She was definitely okay with that.
For all her progressive politics, Lomea was at her heart a Slytherin. Ambitious, calculating, cold when necessary. Very much a bad girl and very much reveling in the role. She sauntered to her car, sliding into the driver’s seat and unlocking the doors. Her hand ran across Skye’s leg at the first opportunity and she all but purred. “You have no idea how much I needed this tonight. I only hope to ruin you for other women.”
Really, Skye knew she should distance herself from bad girls and bad boys, but she couldn’t. She was drawn to them, though she wasn’t quite a moth to a flame. She could pull away before getting burned too badly. Usually. Smirking at the feel of Lomea’s hand on her leg, Skye trailed her fingers along her arm, tracing with her nails. “Gotta say, no one’s wanted to ruin me like that before.” It only served to make her more excited for this.
“Consider it a mark of pride. Which won’t be the only mark I’ll leave on you.” Lomea flashed her a grin, keeping one hand almost posessively on her leg as she drove them to their destination. Parking was easy, the area out of sight of the road and hidden by trees. It would be getting to the overlook that would be more the adventure.
But Lomea knew where to look, the trail hidden by a few bushes. She opted to leave her heels in her car, slipping on a pair of sneakers she kept in the trunk. Less sexy, but she’d learned a long time ago to keep practical shoes around. There was a blanket too, which she made sure to grab.
Sticks and stones and bugs in one’s nethers was not sexy either.
Lomea guided Skye up the trail, taking her time as she was more interested in touching the other woman than making good time. But at least they reached the top, the ocean stretching out as the moon glistened on the water.
“Believe me, I definitely will consider it a mark of pride,” she responded. Skye wasn’t exactly sure when the last time someone even marked her was, and she definitely didn’t mind such things being done to her. She did have some masochistic tendencies at times, but currently she would take it with pride and not some feeling of inadequacy. Right now, it was obvious that she was wanted, and that was more than enough.
She followed Lomea along the little trail. She could definitely see why it might be difficult to find it if you didn’t know where to look. As it was, she stuck close to Lomea, more than happy to let her hands roam the other woman as they walked. Skye was rather touch-starved, though she would never admit it out loud.
Upon reaching the top, Skye gazed out at the view of the ocean. “Now, that’s an impressive view,” she then turned and looked at Lomea. “But this is a better view.”
If Lomea was already making plans on where and how to leave a few marks on Skye, she was keeping it to herself for now. It really was kind of exciting, reminding her of a few conquests when she’d been younger and less paranoid. But if this bit her in the ass, so be it; it was good to loosen up once in awhile, especially dealing with people she had to deal with.
“Flatterer. But you are… incredibly beautiful too.” Pausing only long enough to lay out the blanket, Lomea cupped Skye’s face and kissed her, then slid her hands down her body and around to cup her ass instead.
She certainly was a flatterer when she wanted to be. Skye liked flattering people when she had the chance. She returned the kiss, her hands running along Lomea’s sides. Gripping her hips, she pulled her closer against her, more than happy to feel someone else’s body pressed against hers.
Lomea groaned into the kiss, nails digging into Skye’s ass as she rolled her hips very slowly against the other woman’s.
There was a philosophy of the Sith in her dreams that Lomea was particularly attracted to. Passion. Emotion. Feeling. Giving in and enjoying oneself fully. It was a lifestyle she could easily get behind, as she moved her mouth to Skye’s neck to worship the skin there.
Skye groaned at the feeling of the nails digging into her. She tilted her head, exposing more of her neck to Lomea. She shifted her hands, grazing her nails up Lomea’s back. Skye wasn’t going to hold back anything, she needed to let loose, as it were. Sex was a great way to let loose.
That seemed to be all the consent Lomea needed, one hand moving around to unbutton Skye’s pants, the other pulling her shirt up. Her teeth bit deeply enough to mark and she sucked hard where she bit, savoring the taste of Skye’s skin.
It had been far too long and she made a note to not go without this kind of release in the future.
She let out a moan and a shudder ran through her when Lomea bit her neck like that. It sent a wave of arousal through her, and god she desperately needed this. And right now, she didn’t care if she came out of this experience with her skin shredded. She found the zipper of Lomea’s dress and unzipped it, her fingers quickly moving to explore the newly exposed skin as she started to push Lomea’s dress off of her.
The Sith made an approving sound at Skye’s actions, encouraging her with it as her teeth and lips moved to Skye’s shoulder. Pushing her pants down, she then focused on getting that shirt off of Skye as well, rubbing her hands across her stomach and breasts appreciation, before sliding them up into Skye’s hair and guiding her head towards her throat.
Lomea did not relinquish control easily.
When given control, Skye was not one to squander it. So once Lomea’s dress was down, her hands set about moving along the other woman’s skin, her nails grazing along it here and there before they moved around to grope her breasts. Skye also bit at Lomea’s neck, then also flicked her tongue against the skin of her neck.
“Mm…” Another approving, almost praising sound. Lomea tilted her head back, pressing her chest into Skye’s hand. Skye’s hair was soft under her fingers, and she pressed her head against her throat even harder. With her other hand, she explored the skin of Skye’s hip, and her thigh, finger tips trailing through her soft pubes and then back to her hip.
She took the hint and bit harder, enough to leave a mark, and she also sucked on Lomea’s neck. She groaned, her hips rolling against the other woman’s touch as she felt her hand at her hip, then move elsewhere. She rubbed a thumb against Lomea’s nipple before she pinched and tugged at it, curious how she’d react to that.
“Yes…” The word was more an exhaled breath mixed with a soft, demanding moan. Lomea wasn’t interested in something all that gentle and she leaned into the pinching of her nipple, letting out a sound that demanded more of that.
“Harder, woman.”
“As you say,” she murmured against Lomea’s throat. She then pinched her nipple harder at the same time she pinched Lomea’s other one. She trailed her mouth around her neck, biting into the other side. She almost felt like a vampire, but she certainly wasn’t one.
This time Skye managed to get a ‘fuck’ out of Lomea. She tilted her head to give her more room, somehow not falling over in the process. A part of her wanted to play with the Force, to caress and stroke Skye, but she didn’t know if the woman was a Dreamer and if that would scare her off or not.
Lomea didn’t want to scare her off prior to an orgasm, at any rate.
“Try to keep any marks a little lower.” Her voice was amused, if breathless.
That request certainly gave Skye an idea on where exactly to leave some marks. She smirked a bit against Lomea’s neck and trailed her mouth lower. She slid a hand around to Lomea’s ass, digging her nails into it as she pulled her hips against hers.
She pondered whether or not she actually needed to get Lomea on her back. Perhaps she could simply work her way down to kneeling. After all, her inner thighs was where she was planning on leaving some marks.
Kneeling before Lomea was a surefire way to get into her good graces, and she was quite eager to nudge and push Skye’s head down. She craved the woman’s teeth on her skin, her tongue and her mouth. And she wanted to taste her back of course, but this? This was too hot and Lomea was too selfish to not go for it.
“Enjoying yourself?” She asked, conversationally despite the hitch of her breath.
Skye’s mouth worked lower to one of her breasts. She used her teeth and tongue over it, then bit Lomea’s nipple. After paying some attention to that breast, Skye started to trail her mouth to the other one.
“I am,” she murmured in response before mouth became occupied with Lomea’s other breast. Her hands trailed along what she could reach of her thighs, nails grazing along the skin.
“Good.” Lomea allowed herself to close her eyes, hand stroking through Skye’s hair. She ran her other hand down Skye’s side, over her hip, her own hips jerking slightly in anticipation as her skin goose-bumped from both the cold and Skye’s touch.
While there were times where Skye enjoyed extended foreplay and teasing, now was not one of those times. Feeling that slight jerk in Lomea’s hips, Skye took the opportunity and dropped to her knees, her mouth moving to the inside of one of Lomea’s thigh and it was there that she bit her, and bit hard enough to leave a mark before she ran her tongue over it. She then finally positioned her face between her legs, rubbing her tongue along her clit.
Lomea’s eyes flashed, and she spread her feet to give herself more balance, and give Skye more access. This was a good view, really the best kind of view. Tangling her fingers in Skye’s hair, she leaned her head back and groaned at the bite.
The stars were quite nice, bursting behind Lomea’s eyelids as Skye licked at her, and she looked down again, opening her eyes and pulling at her hair.
Skye was not tentative in her actions, and hearing the groan only made her double her efforts. She moved her tongue harder and added some teeth into the mix, nipping. She wasn’t going to full-on bite Lomea’s clit given how sensitive the area was, but if it was encouraged? She would.
Groaning at the pulling of her hair, Skye slipped two fingers inside of Lomea.
A low growl escaped from Lomea’s throat, her fingers growing more rough in Skye’s hair as she rocked her hips again. Skye’s fingers were a little surprise, but a welcome one from the sound she made.
She reached out with the Force, an encouraging ghost hand down Skye’s spine. Harder to do then she’d expected; her powers weren’t fully formed and she was a little distracted besides.
She shuddered at the feeling of Lomea’s fingers getting rougher in her hair. The sudden feel of a hand on her back startled her, but she quickly settled back into what she was doing with her mouth and fingers. She kept up the work with her tongue and teeth, allowing her teeth to get a bit rougher. It seemed that Lomea liked that. Her fingers moved faster and harder, searching for her spot.
Lomea gasped louder, sliding her other fingers into Skye’s hair, guiding her head to a much better spot. She liked the teeth, the pain. Violence was a facet of life for the Sith and for Lomea she didn’t trust someone being too gentle. It made her vulnerable.
When Skye hit the exact perfect spot, Lomea’s gasping turned into a low, keening moan.
Skye could go either way, being gentle or being rough. It largely just depended on her mood at the time and what her potential partner wanted. Right now? Skye needed some release and she didn’t care if she came out of this bleeding from wounds suffered. She sometimes had masochistic tendencies in that way.
So hearing the moan when Skye hit a certain spot, she kept hitting at it, using more teeth intermixed with her tongue and her fingers moved harder and rougher in and out of Lomea.
Giving herself over fully to the pleasure, Lomea kneaded at Skye’s scalp, throwing caution to the wind and not trying to muffle herself as she rapidly approached the apex. Skye’s teeth hit her clit again, her fingers repeatedly stretching her and Lomea cried out, feeling her orgasm reach all the way to her toes.
“Very good,” she praised, tugging on Skye’s hair to try to get her to stop or slow down.
Keeping up the pace as Lomea orgasmed, Skye loved the sound of her. And it was always satisfying getting someone else off. She did slow down upon feeling the tug on her hair. She gazed up Lomea’s body at her, not yet moving to get up.
“And very beautiful.” Lomea moved her hand across Skye’s cheek, stroking it lightly as she did so. She wasn’t sure she could move right away, her legs were still weak. But she wanted to taste Skye and make her suffer for her efforts.
But only the best kind of suffering, in the best kind of ways.
Skye leaned into the touch to her cheek a little, though not too much. She was a little touch-starved and needing it, but she wasn’t going to project that in her body language. She smiled up at Lomea. “Thank you, though you are far more beautiful.”
Yet leaning into it definitely projected something. Lomea smiled, sliding to her own knees and running her hands across Skye’s chest, cupping her breasts as she leaned in to kiss her. She wanted to touch her; few things were as good as worshipping a woman, except perhaps being worshipped herself, and Skye had earned a reward for being such a good lover.
Suddenly, she pushed Skye down onto the blanket and straddled her.
She groaned, arching into Lomea’s touch as she cupped her breasts. Skye returned the kiss, tangling a hand into Lomea’s hair. She was definitely anticipating where things were going to go, and she was excited at the thought of it. She trailed her hands up along Lomea’s thighs when she straddled her.
“What would you do if I left you like this?” Lomea asked, stroking a single finger around Skye’s left nipple before pinching it. It was a light pinch, to see how much Skye could handle; she had few reservations about being rough but she also wasn’t a total bitch. While she waited for Skye’s response, she stroked circles around her belly button.
“Aside from being frustrated?” Her response was interrupted by a little moan in reaction to the pinch. Skye had a high tolerance for it, but she still had a line. She didn’t like things getting overly rough. She had a very clearly defined line where if things attempted to cross it, she’d shut them down. And if someone refused to stop? Well, she’d fight them tooth and nail to get them to stop. “I’d probably go find someone willing and fuck them senseless.”
Smiling in delight, Lomea flicked her thumb across that nipple again, then leaned down, kissing Skye again before biting at her throat, her shoulder, and then her breast. Running her teeth against the other nipple, Lomea slid her hand between Skye’s legs. Right as she started to tease, she sucked on Skye’s nipple, flicking her tongue across it at the same time.
The use of teeth sent little waves of fire through her body. She groaned, tangling a hand into Lomea’s hair as she spread her legs wider for her. Then she let out a moan, not caring about trying to keep her volume down, as Lomea’s hand was between her legs and her mouth was on her breast. “Oh shit,” she murmured under her breath.
Oh, she liked the teeth? Lomea noted that, using her teeth again and biting lightly. Holding Skye’s nipple between her teeth, Lomea focused on moving her tongue against it, applying pressure with her tongue. While she had Skye distracted by that, Lomea slipped a finger inside her. Her fingers were of the long, elegant type, and she made full use of that fact.
Yes, Skye liked the teeth. She shivered and arched into Lomea’s mouth, and she was thoroughly distracted from what Lomea’s fingers were doing. That was until she felt that long finger slip inside of her and she let out a guttural groan.
“Mm…” Yes, Skye was hers for tonight and Lomea bit again, possessively, stroking her finger inside the woman with experienced grace and ease. Then she released her breasts, leaving a trail of teeth marks down her stomach and across her thigh in retribution for earlier.
Such sweet retribution.
Skye groaned again, feeling that finger stroking inside her. Feeling the teeth marks trail down her stomach, she wondered if she’d just be a walking collection of teeth marks after this. Or maybe crawling would be a better word for it, depending on how things went here. Feeling the bite to her thigh, she shuddered and groaned, a smile crossing her face because she could tell that was retribution for having bit Lomea there earlier.
Eat bite was a mark of possession and a sign that Lomea was very pleased with her lover. Flicking her tongue against the resulting bruise, Lomea admired her handywork, continuing to use her fingers to draw Skye towards an inevitable orgasm. She turned her head, breathing on Skye’s clit and peering up at Skye’s face with eyes a deep, dark green before finally tasting her.
It felt like each mark Lomea left on her was burning, but burning in the good way. It had been a while since Skye had felt quite like this. She moaned, her hips rolling against Lomea as her fingers worked on her. A little shudder ran through her upon feeling the war breath on her clit, but then came the loud gasp, the hitch of her breath as she felt Lomea’s tongue on her. A bolt of lightning ran up her spine. She tugged at Lomea’s hair, mostly a reflex from the feel of her tongue.
Something like the wind brushes across Skye’s body, applying a pressure like gentle, firm hands. Lomea focuses her tongue on Skye’s clit and her fingers inside her, she used the Force to stimulate her nipples and the lobes of her ears.
Lomea could get much more creative, she’d already had a very enticing dream where she’d suspended her lover in the air with the Force, ravishing her like something out of one of those sordid animations from Japan.
Maybe once she was sure Skye was a Dreamer.
She didn’t quite understand where the sensation of invisible pressure on her body was coming from, but she wasn’t focused on that. Skye was more focused on reacting to what Lomea was doing to her. She moaned, her hips rolling against Lomea and desire washed over her like fire with everything she was feeling.
“Fuck,” she grunted as she tilted her head back. She could feel her orgasm building, and she wanted more.
Starting to slow down, Lomea pulled her mouth away just enough to ask, “What was that? I can’t hear you.”
It was as though she were asking Skye to beg, and to emphasize that point she flicked her tongue just once more at her clit and gazed up at her patiently.
There was a whine when Lomea pulled her mouth away, followed by a groan and shiver at the lick. “Fuck me, fuck me please!” She practically begged as she lifted her head to gaze down at Lomea.
“Well, since you insist.” Grinning to herself, Lomea lowered her head again, adding a second finger, and then a third, sucking on Skye’s clit and flicking her tongue at seemingly random angles and areas all with the desire to drive Skye completely out of control.
Skye cried out, not caring about her volume level. The sensation of Lomea’s fingers and tongue working on her like that definitely drove her out of control. She wasn’t aware of anything in the world other than Lomea right then. She was getting close to the edge, her orgasm ready to release, and after a few more moments, she couldn’t hold it back any longer and her orgasm hit her so hard she saw stars.
That was everything that Lomea wanted; her lover so loud her ears rang (Lomea always did love the sound of her own name), the feeling of Skye’s body shaking and trembling. She curved her fingers, trying to draw out another climax or two before she gave Skye mercy and reluctantly lifted her head. “Such sweet nectar. I could indulge all night.”
Lomea was definitely very good with those fingers. She did draw another orgasm out of Skye. When Lomea pulled her head away, Skye took the opportunity to try and catch her breath. She took a couple deep breaths before she lifted her head and smirked at Lomea. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m all yours tonight.” And vice-versa, of course. Skye did like to give as much as she got, after all.
Slithering up Skye’s body, Lomea caught her in a deep, searing kiss. She did so like it when someone gave themselves over willingly.