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Platinum hears the ding of a notification and looks at her messages. She smiles, seeing it’s from Gravel.
I’m back ♥
The Zalak had been on a mission the past few days and wasn’t sure when she would come back. It was a routine intervention near the landship, but having plenty of experience at Rhodes Island herself, the Kuranta knew routine could turn into an emergency at the drop of a hat. It was good to know she was back so soon, safe and sound.
Platinum sends a message back. She doesn’t want to sound too eager to see her, so she has to retype it twice.
Hey, I’m in my room if you want to drop by.
Shortly after, she receives a reply.
I’ll freshen up and come see you!
The Kuranta sets her phone down, the room quiet save for her slowly tapping her foot. She has a bit of time to spend before Gravel would be here, and she finds herself fidgety. It was unlike her—perhaps she had changed a little more than she thought, ever since she started dating Gravel and Maria.
She had been glad to leave her job as an assassin behind to join Rhodes Island. Platinum hadn’t thought the two women would forgive her for what she did; she could only admit it now, but she was relieved it ended up working out between them. They had a lot to figure out and it took months of building trust; eventually, the three of them had become close friends. Close enough that Gravel had asked both Platinum and Maria if they wanted to have sex with her, to which they agreed. They shared intimate moments with each other for a few weeks and soon enough, deeper feelings developed between them. It was quite a surprise for Platinum, who didn’t think the crushes she had on her two friends would be reciprocated.
She’s never had time to date while being employed by the Armorless Union, much less once she acquired the rank of platinum. Being an assassin was busy work. She regularly dreamed of taking a vacation, taking it easy on the beaches of Siesta: at least that sounded realistic. Leading a normal life with friends and love and family? That was a little too rose-tinted.
Lost in her thoughts, Platinum’s heart skips a beat when she hears the door click open. In comes Gravel, all smiles. “I’m hoooome,” she says, her voice lingering.
She’s wearing her casual clothes now that she’s back on the landship, a simple top and high-waisted shorts that fit her perfectly. Platinum has to admit, the Zalak always had a fashionable look, even when she didn’t try. Compared to herself, who had to spend so long to get her hair to behave in the morning and make herself look good enough to feel right, her partner had a way to rock a messy appearance and be confident about it.
“Welcome back, Senomy,” the Kuranta says, standing up. Without realising, she smiles back at her. “How was the job?”
“Absolutely fantastic. The dunes were crawling with sandbeasts.” Her smile is more a grin now, her good mood only getting better in the company of her girlfriend. She closes the door behind her and meets Platinum halfway.
“Sounds like you had a good time.”
“I think it’s much more fun around here, though.”
Gravel presses her body into Platinum, resting her hands on her hips. The former assassin can feel the breath of her partner, calm and collected. On the other hand, her own heartbeat steadily rises; she can tell her face would flush, even if she tried her best to appear unfazed.
“Did you miss me, my little Plat?”
“First of all, I’m taller than you,” the Kuranta says nonchalantly. She doesn’t turn away, and she can tell her partner’s eyes are combing over her, looking for a crack to manifest. A flaw in her ‘perfect’ appearance. Gravel loved teasing her—that didn’t change once they got together. It’s a way for her to show her affection, and it tends to bring Platinum’s sharp tongue out.
“Uh huh. I apologize, my tall and handsome knight,” the Zalak replies, quite used to these back and forths.
The Kuranta hisses through her teeth. “And second, we saw each other less than a week ago. In this very room.”
“That’s true. You and Maria were so good to me.” Her hands lower to Platinum’s cheeks and squeeze, eliciting a small gasp. “The way she used my mouth… How you filled me up so good…” The girl licks her lips. “How about I pay you back for that?”
She doesn’t need to see Gravel’s smile to know she’s enjoying this. It would also be a lie to pretend she disliked it—her heart is pounding in anticipation already. Still, it’s in her nature to be a little difficult. “You’ll have to pay interest for calling me ‘little Plat’ five seconds ago.”
Gravel kisses her, their breaths mingling for a short moment before she pulls back. “I’ll have to start right away then.”
She dives back in and slowly, kiss after kiss, pushes Platinum onto her bed, her long hair splaying under her. The Zalak bites the Kuranta’s lower lip, kisses along her jawline, then nibbles her neck. Platinum can feel Gravel’s hands exploring her body, crawling under her shirt, tracing her ribs with a finger, then—her breath hitches—the hem of her bra. Her mind races. It wasn’t so much what Gravel was doing to her, but the thought of what she would decide to do to her, and how good it would feel. If images too much, she would short circuit. Despite her best effort not to give Gravel the impression she was overeager, the girl feels a tightness in her shorts. So much for her perfect appearance.
The exploratory hand leaves her shirt and the Zalak pulls away. Platinum watches as she moves back and kneels near the side of the bed. The Kuranta knows what the other wants without needing her to speak, but she still waits for her words.
Gravel taps the side of the bed. “Come sit here.”
Platinum obliges, scuttling to the side of the bed. Once sat, their eyes meet; her partner’s head between her legs, looking up at her. She’s too much, Platinum thinks. She swallows, as Gravel’s hands reach to her sides, gently tugging at her shorts. The Kuranta lifts herself up to help, and both her shorts and underwear are quickly pulled down to her ankles. The Zalak, ever the tease, kisses one of Platinum’s legs multiple times, going up to her thigh. She then puts her hands to Platinum’s hips and presses her lips against her stomach. Gravel’s soft touch wanders, and with every excruciating, exciting moment, she gets closer to her final destination.
Gravel rests her head next to her partner’s crotch. Her warm breath tickles and makes her twitch. She kisses her pelvis, and then lower, finally kissing the base of Platinum’s half-erect shaft. She moves down slowly, so painfully slowly down her length—Platinum would complain, but she knows this would make Gravel take even longer to get her off.
After what feels like an eternity, Gravel presses her lips to her partner’s tip. They part slowly, and the comforting warmth that soon envelops Platinum makes her inhale through her teeth. Her eyes close in pleasure as she feels Gravel’s nose against her, taking her completely inside. The Zalak stays a few seconds, then pulls back as slowly as she went down, making an audible pop when the dick leaves her mouth. A few seconds pass, making Platinum open her eyes and look at the girl kneeling in front of her.
“What?”
Gravel smiles. It’s that honest smile she gives Maria and her when they’re in private, a smile that gives Platinum butterflies and fries her brain. It makes her want to say ‘I love you,’ if it wasn’t so embarrassing to do so.
“Nothing. Having fun making you squirm.”
She swallows back the first snippy remark that comes to mind. “Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
“Want me to go back to it?” The girl was such a headache. No matter the reply, Platinum knew that she would turn her words against her to tease her. If not now, later. If that was the case, she might as well be honest. The Kuranta nods, and Gravel’s smile turns to a grin. “Alright, but you have to tell me what you want.”
Platinum’s face heats up at the request. “Don’t make me say it.”
The Zalak was, as usual, taking immense pleasure in teasing her partner. “How else am I meant to know how to get you off, Plat?”
“We—” Her face is flushed, her groin is aching, and she’s losing her composure. “We had sex last week, Senomy, get some inspiration from that!”
“I am,” Gravel replies. “When you’re embarrassed, you’re much more vocal. I like that.”
Platinum bites her lips. Was she really? The fact Gravel noticed this about her, and is making use of that fact…
“I want you to blow me,” she says in a breath. She would rather take a hit to her pride than prolong this asinine game the two so often played.
The other looks delighted. “See, it’s not so bad being honest with me.”
As if rewarding her, Gravel holds the bottom of Platinum’s dick with a hand, licks its side up to the tip, and takes her inside once more. The Kuranta moans and, in reply, Gravel purrs around her, the vibrations only adding to the sensation. The Zalak pulls back slowly, and without letting Platinum forget how good she felt, she takes her in her throat again. Platinum groans, loud. Gravel was making a good case for being more honest with her.
Gravel’s pace increases every few back and forth, alternating between focusing on Platinum’s tip with her tongue, then taking her as deep as she can. Every time she switches it up, Platinum’s breathing gets heavier, letting out more frequent moans and whines. Gravel’s very good at this: Platinum couldn’t make her feedback any more obvious, with a hand resting on the Zalak’s head, gripping her hair when she feels especially heavenly.
“Senomy,” Platinum hisses, her body tense. She feels close.
Gravel puts all she has into it, one of her hands stroking her partner, with the other one clutching one of her thighs. The sounds the Zalak is making sucking on her are driving Platinum crazy. If she keeps this up, Platinum won’t last much longer. Aching for release, she’s panting, eyes half-lidded. Only a few more seconds, a few more strokes.
The beep of a notification comes from Gravel’s pocket, interrupting her flow. Reluctantly, she pulls away from Platinum, leaving her on the edge of orgasm. She takes a glance at the notification and mutters a swear under her breath. “Sorry, I have to cut things short. Urgent mission.”
Platinum watches as her partner quickly dresses up. She sits at the bed, pants at her ankles, her mind hazy from being so close to release. It feels surreal. Once Gravel is ready, she goes to her partner for a kiss. The moment their lips part, Platinum only thinks of how much she misses her touch, her care.
“You’re leaving me in this state?”
Gravel’s expression looks conflicted for a moment, then lightens up. “Isn’t that what I’m best at, leaving you a mess?” She cups Platinum’s cheek and gives her another peck. “Maria’s been at the workshop for a while. I’m sure she’d love to take a break and get you off. Why don’t you go see her?”
“You’re such a pest,” the Kuranta huffs. She wasn’t about to argue with her. “Fine.”
Gravel takes her things and stops at the door. “I’m sure she’ll like that I got you all worked up. Let me know how it went once I’m back.”
“Don’t push your luck.”
Gravel giggles. “Say hi to her for me!” She closes the door behind her and silence fills the room.
Platinum takes a deep breath, running a hand through her hair. She feels gross like this: disheveled, a bit out of breath, her dick wet and cold. She does a minimal amount of cleaning up, puts her clothes back on and, with her mind set on finding Maria as soon as she can, leaves the room.