I’ll make us some breakfast. Or lunch..
Who: Jaina, Aria and Neena What: The Morning After When: Sometime before Deathwing Where: Aria’s Status: Complete Rating: R for Isabela mostly
she</i> was in good enough shape yet to go for another round so soon. It was better not to give in to how amazing everything still felt.
Her head was still nestled into Aria's breasts as she mumbled, "I'm not sure I can move my- oh wait, haha."
But it still would have been true, had she been able to move them in the beginning. The fact that she could joke about something like that with these two women - and the fact that they both accepted her as still beautiful and functional and desirable no matter what was going on with her - made her smile. "I think I might love you guys."
Aria couldn’t help but to chuckle at Neena’s joke. “Clearly we did things right, then,” she responded, taking the opportunity to further the humor there. She’d seen enough people deal with trauma that she wasn’t one to bring it front and center. Neena was doing well, and she liked seeing her getting stronger as time went on. But Aria would never throw the disability in Neena’s face. She wasn’t heartless. She just had highly questionable morals and dealings with nefarious people.
“Are you sure you love us or is it just our breasts that you love?” She pointed out, poking some fun at the fact Neena still had her face buried in her breasts. “What do you think, Jaina?” Jaina definitely had the larger breasts out of the three of them, but Aria’s weren’t small by any means. That seemed to be a thing about Asari, their breasts kept growing over time. Aria was also very happy she’d never gotten breast implants while she’d been human. God only knew how that would’ve affected her Asari physiology.
“Very glad…” Jaina murmured, mostly at the doing things right thing because she was not about to let emotions play into anything. Jaina did not want to have emotions. That would only lead to trouble of the variety that would just end badly.
Pushing herself up, Jaina took a nice long look at the two women and how well Aria’s blue contrasted and complemented Neena’s coloring. It wasn’t the first time and she hoped it wasn’t the last time she got to admire that contrast.
“Neena is very attached to my breasts. One night, I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t let me up for about three hours until she was done with them.” Her hand slid over to Aria’s, squeezing one lightly. “But I could do the same to yours.”
"They're warm and soft in all the right ways," Neena argued. She just liked breasts. That had been the best part about realising that what she felt when she looked at women was more than just envy; It was attraction, and now that she was allowed to do something about it? She wanted to do something about it all the time.
"It doesn't matter, really," She added as she lifted her head up off Aria's chest. She wanted to take a good long look at Jaina, too. "Everyone in this room has amazing breasts for one reason or another, and I want to admire, worship, and just plain take advantage of them for as long as I can." Hers were under a D cup, but she'd always been happy about that, and how perky they stayed. It meant she got away with tank tops in the summer without really worrying about a bra most of the time.
"We should try that sometime. You on that breast, me on this breast. I don't think Aria would complain. Would you?"
Aria couldn’t help a grin. Discovering one’s sexuality was always an intriguing path. Aria had known from a young age that she was attracted to both men and women. She always did like meeting women and making them realize, without trying, that they were attracted to women. “Breasts are rather wonderful, I have to say.” She tended to be more partial towards female lovers.
“Oh I certainly wouldn’t mind that attention. Just as I’m sure Jaina wouldn’t mind the same treatment. Or you.”
If they kept this up they were going to start up another round and Jaina wasn’t quite up to it just yet. She bit her tongue before she muttered anything particularly embarrassing or emotionally compromising. “When I’m able to walk, I’ll make us some breakfast. Or lunch… actually what time is it even?”
When one was wrapped around two beautiful women the passage of time was difficult to track.
"I... have no idea..." Neena mumbled. She glanced around, trying to find a clock, and then checked the light streaming in through the window. It had a golden tinge to it that suggested that it had to at least be going on the afternoon. "Probably past 12. But I'm always in the mood for breakfast."
It was beyond a doubt her favorite meal, with or without innuendo. "But if we're going to spend three hours each on each other's breasts, we really are going to need some fuel. Luckily for both of you, eggs and pancakes happen to be the only thing I don't burn."
Neena planted a smooch on the skin her lips were closest to, and then rolled herself into her chair. "And my wheels aren't hampered by a night of sexy fun times. Lets see what Aria's got in her fridge."
Aria chuckled huskily. “Breakfast is never turned down, regardless of what time it is.” There was just something about having breakfast food at various times of the day that was good. And honestly, the two beautiful women with her were lucky that Asari actually could eat human food. Otherwise her fridge would be stocked with food that would at worst kill them, and at best teach them what having an upset stomach really meant.
“You both are lucky that I can still eat human food, otherwise we’d have to order food.” Asari had their own cuisine, of course, but it wasn’t so different from what humans ate. She finally sat up stretching her back as Neena got in her chair. It was easy for her to forget, especially in this company, that she was actually an old woman. Luckily Asari didn’t show their age the way humans did so she could keep up the facade of being young.
Oh, but god that husky chuckle of Aria’s was insanely distracting. Jaina had to shake herself to clear her head, and forced herself to actually get out of bed, rolling her shoulders and stretching before looking for at least a shirt to pull on.
Making eggs while naked was a recipe for pain. “Why don’t you handle the pancakes and I’ll handle the eggs?”
Mostly, Jaina hated making pancakes.
"Sounds perfect to me. I'm way better at pancakes." Neena replied, with a grin. "And our Asari overlord can supervise and consider herself lucky that I'm too busy making her delicious pancakes to go back over there and render her incapable of speech."
Because that was a thing that was still on the table, and as soon as they were all done eating and digesting, Neena had plans that involved just that.
Unlike Jaina, Aria didn’t bother to grab any article of clothing. She was perfectly happy to walk around naked. Her penthouse was rather private and the blinds were pulled on all the windows, so there wouldn’t be any voyeurs getting a free eyeful. She glanced at Neena, a glint in her blue eyes.
“Well, I suppose that could instead be reserved for dessert,” she responded smoothly. Because she was definitely not opposed to dessert in the form of Neena and Jaina. Indulging in the pleasures of life was something that needed to be savored, after all.