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“Good evening everybody, and a warm welcome aboard Okhema Air flight 496 to Aidonia. If we could please have your attention before departure for a quick safety demonstration…”

Ever since she was a little girl, Mydei dreamed of flying.

A somewhat sheltered childhood and two very loving, very overbearing helicopter parents left her yearning for the chance to grow her wings and fly the nest one day… but she never could’ve imagined she’d be doing it so literally.

Mydei didn’t believe in coincidences, so when she came across a job posting for the immediate hire of a flight stewardess fluent in Kremnoan completely by chance… she jumped at the opportunity. She left behind a lot to board that flight to the training center, forfeiting the comfortable, cushy position lined up for her at her family’s company to follow her dreams of seeing the world.

What should’ve been a simple task of landing, learning and earning her wings became… infinitely more complicated once she met the woman she’d be rooming with at the airline’s training facility.

“A Kremnoan in a customer service position? Now that I'd love to see.”

Athletic, tenacious and competitive were the three best words to describe Phainon, and these three traits didn’t often lend to good relations between those who shared them. At first, Mydei was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps Phainon, who grew up on a farm out in the sticks, simply didn’t grasp the nature of the indomitable Kremnoan spirit… but each and every time Mydei shattered expectations, Phainon was racing right alongside her, neck and neck for the title of ‘most exemplary student in flight stewardess training.’ She knew full well the might with which Kremnoans answered their challenges, and she was just as willing to put her money where her mouth was and give Mydei a run for her’s… a worthy opponent indeed.

Phainon forced Mydei to give it her all, and in the end, she was made better for it. She passed every trial and tribulation thrown at her with flying colors, and the two stood side by side as they were both awarded their wings together. Mydei had been flying for nearly ten years now, and she loved every moment of it. After a certain altitude, any problems she had on the ground seemed so insignificant in comparison to the vastness of the horizon–

“Where's the bathroom?”

Mydei’s face nearly dropped dead, swiftly reminding herself that she was still on the clock. Not even two feet from her and the woman who had rudely stepped out into the aisle to block her path was a door. Hanging above that door was a sign, and printed in big, flashy letters on that sign was the word ‘RESTROOM’ in standard Okheman dialect.

“Straight ahead ma’am, you can’t miss it!” Mydei directed her attention over to the door, forcing a grin to appear on her lips.

The woman sneered at her and– hopefully accidentally– shoved into Mydei’s arm while walking by. She tried shaking the door handle a few times, but it wouldn’t budge. “Is it broken? Why won’t it open?”

Again Mydei looked towards the door, her eyes settling on the very apparent, glaringly red letters printed above the handle that read ‘OCCUPIED’ in the very language they were both speaking to each other now. Was this woman pulling a prank on her, or was she being intentionally obtuse?

“...No? I-I mean… ahem. No, ma’am. It’s actually occupied right now, that’s why it's not opening!” Mydei clasped her hands at her navel and tried not to cringe.

The woman shrugged. “I guess I can wait.”

Mydei acknowledged her with another smile and a nod, expecting the woman to return to her seat… but she just stood there with her arms crossed. Leering. Mydei took a deep breath in through her nose.

“Ma'am, if I could have you please wait in your seat… the safety demonstration is quite important,” she suggested as gently as possible.

Rather than fulfilling Mydei’s very simple, plainly stated request, the woman only stared at her like she had grown two extra heads. “But I have to go now.”

O Titans give her strength. “I… understand completely ma'am, and I am terribly sorry for the inconvenience. If you'd like, I can come get you as soon as the bathroom opens up after takeoff. It won't be very long now.”

The woman crossed her arms with a scowl and a scoff. “You'd better,” she warned hollowly.

“Of course,” Mydei nodded. The woman stuck her chin up and finally walked back to her seat in economy, muttering something about ‘you Kremnoans…’ under her breath. Mydei simply tensed her shoulders with a zen sigh and willed herself to let it go.

…So perhaps Mydei's love for flying came with a few caveats, most of them being people-based. While it was true that she had an introverted streak, that did not mean that she hated people. Far from it, in fact. She cared deeply for people in a very broad sense, and seriously worried about the overall intelligence of the general population. That was one problem that followed her from the ground into the sky.

Mydei released the knot in her shoulderblades and finally ducked behind the curtain that separated the cabin from the corridor outside the flight deck, which is where she was heading off to before the senseless interruption. She dragged herself against the wall and unceremoniously slinked into her jump seat, straightening out her uniform and stamping the wrinkles out of her skirt before finally reclining back against her chair. It had been a long week, and after this flight, all that stood between her and the five day vacation that she was in dire need of was her return flight from Aidonia to Kremnos.

A hand rested tenderly across her shoulder, and Mydei melted into that touch instinctively. Above her, Phainon diligently rattled off the flight safety guide through the intercom. They’d both worked for the airline long enough to have their lines committed to memory, so when Mydei looked up, Phainon was already staring back down at her.

“To secure your seatbelt, you're going to pull on the loose end of the strap…”

Phainon’s fingers snuck past the red sash tied around Mydei's neck and crept beneath the padding on her vest to tease at her bra strap.

“And to open, you're going to lift the buckle cover facing away from you.”

One finger caught the strap and gently lifted it up before snapping it back against Mydei's skin. Mydei flattened her eyes and pouted while Phainon trailed a hand from her collarbone up her neck with a devious smirk.

“Should the cabin lose pressure, oxygen masks like these will fall automatically from the compartment above your head.”

Phainon gently lifted Mydei's chin, thumb resting below her bottom lip.

“You're going to pull that mask down, cover your mouth and nose with it, and secure it with the plastic strap as demonstrated.”

Phainon squeezed Mydei's cheeks, involuntarily pursing her lips together. She used the quick breath she had between lines to bend over and steal a kiss before returning to her spiel.

Such a tease…

Mydei spared a quick glance around the corner, just to make certain that there were no prying eyes waiting around to lodge a complaint with HR. They'd made that mistake before, and, well… they were lucky it was just Castorice who bumped into them, that time.

“Please remain in your seats as your flight attendants come around to check that all seatbelts are fastened and secured. Once again, we welcome you aboard Okhema Air flight 496 and thank you for flying Okhema!”

Phainon returned the speaker to the wall and cleared her throat with a grunt that was about two octaves deeper than her sprightly customer service voice.

“I didn't know you were purser today,” Mydei said.

Phainon rolled her eyes. “Ugh, I'm not. Hysilens just asked me to make the announcement so she could tinkle… why? Worried I wouldn't have time for you, hot stuff?” she asked, waggling her brows.

Mydei blushed and masked her flustered gaze by closing her eyes and turning her nose up. “Worried for my flight, actually,” she replied curtly.

Phainon snorted. “You're such a goofball," she chuckled, caressing Mydei's face. Mydei cracked an eye, carefully studying Phainon's face and the mischief woven into her expression. Mydei immediately clocked that she was up to no good, and her steely intuition was proven true as Phainon bent over to place another kiss to her lips.

This one was nothing like the virgin love affair their first kiss of the day had been. It was a deep, passionate thing that pressed Mydei's neatly tied bun against the backboard. Mydei let out a satisfied exhale, lavishing in the tender, sentimental embrace of another woman's touch, relishing the taste of Phainon’s cherry red lipstick for as long as she could.

Phainon, on the other hand, had her mind in the gutter. As usual. She groped and squeezed one of Mydei's breasts, swallowing down the yelp drawn up from Mydei's throat in surprise. The kidd ended abruptly, and Mydei had to physically wrench Phainon's hand off her boob while giving the lascivious imp a stern glare.

“Phainon. We are at work,” she chided, closed fists placed on her hips.

“Oh, come on baby, no one's watching~” Phainon insisted, a finger teasing the front of Mydei's vest right around where her nipple would be. “When was the last time I had you all to myself, huh?”

That was a good question, actually. Mydei sucked on her teeth and looked up at the ceiling, pretending that she didn't agonizingly count each day they spent apart and already know the answer to her question.

“Mmm… three weeks now, give or take.”

“Ugh. Three weeks!” Phainon repeated incredulously, gingerly slipping into the jump seat next to her. “Three weeks and you're busting my balls over rules and work and blah blah blah. When are you finally gonna get that stick out of your ass and marry me, baby?”

“I don't marry before the first date,” Mydei stuck her chin up.

“You sure do a lot of other things before the first date, though,” Phainon snickered, toeing at Mydei's foot.

“Hmph. Pervert.”

“Pervert!?” Phainon shouted, prompting Mydei to slap a hand against her mouth.

“Would you be quiet!?” Mydei quietly hissed. “Someone is going to hear you!”

Phainon flashed Mydei her most pathetic pair of puppy dog eyes, and for a moment, Mydei was half tempted to let go of her own accord… until Phainon decided to stick her tongue out and lick Mydei’s fingers. The Kremnoan's lips sharply curved into a frown, and she grabbed Phainon’s tongue right out of her mouth and yanked her head forward into a nigh avoidable flick against the temple as punishment.

“Auu-guhh!”

Defining their relationship was… hard. They weren't exactly lovers, but Mydei didn't have eyes for anybody else, either. In fact, the mere thought of living a life devoid of her intimacy put a pit in Mydei's stomach and a lump in her throat.

Phainon joked a lot about getting married and moving out to the country to start a chimera farm together and purchase burial plots side by side so that they could be together forever, even in death– but that's all they were. Jokes. They were both far too busy for anything serious to work out between them, and Mydei wouldn't want to bog Phainon down once the right guy came along to sweep her off her feet.

This was more a game than anything else. They were both young, adept, attractive women, and they did what any other pair of young females would do to get their fill of risqué fun; pledge their undying loyalty to each other while Phainon felt her up on the clock.

Of course Mydei yearned for something more. She had only managed to survive the endless onslaught of faux love professions and sweet nothings for so long because of how real they felt. Phainon spoke with such marked sincerity that she could delude herself into thinking the woman meant every word of it. She was more than content with what they had now and wouldn't dare put their relationship at risk by asking for more, or more frighteningly, take Phainon seriously for a change only to have her heart ripped out of her chest when she heard that dreaded ‘just kidding’ or ‘ew, not like that, you weirdo’.

Mydei finally strapped in and placed her hands over her thighs as the captain announced takeoff in just a few short moments. Phainon, meanwhile, decided she was going to do things a bit different today. Never a good sign.

One of her hands was wedged beneath her thighs while the other, the one closest to Mydei, snuck its way under the back of her skirt. Long, well groomed acrylic nails pressed dents into Mydei's soft skin as she flashed Phainon a scowl.

Phainon stuck her tongue out playfully, and Mydei rolled her eyes before turning away.

The wheels went up as the plane began its steady ascent to the clouds. This was always Mydei's favorite part, feeling the plane's engine tremble underfoot as she left all her apprehensions behind to spread her wings and soar through the sky. There wasn't much of a view from the tight corridor they were sitting in, but whenever Phainon was sitting there with her, the sky never felt quite so out of reach.

It was a shame she could never gaze longingly towards her sun before it started getting the wrong idea. There was that look in Phainon's eye again, always plotting something. Unsteady fingers began to trace across Mydei's hip bone.

“Phainon,” Mydei warned her sharply.

“Yes, sweetcheeks?” Phainon asked.

“Whatever you're doing, don't even think– GAH–!” Mydei bit back on her lip and slapped a hand over her mouth as Phainon plunged her hand down the front of Mydei’s skirt.

“Don't worry, I never do,” Phainon snickered, two fingers pressing the dampened cotton of Mydei’s panties against her clit.

Mydei recoiled, her knees clasping tightly together as she let out a huff, face flushing bright pink. “Phainon,” she quietly cried, the rumbling of the plane's engine almost vibrating Phainon's fingers against her.

Phainon was lapping it up, a devilish smirk on her lips as Mydei's head rolled back against the baseboard. Maybe no one could see them, but they still had ears. She worked to stifle each moan before they could escape her throat, lips pressed tightly together and clamped shut by her teeth as she breathed heavily through her nose. She knew it was dangerous to bite her lips in the event of turbulence, but the alternative was screaming out her pleasure as Phainon swirled those shuddering fingers against Mydei's oversensitive, understimulated clit. Three weeks was a long time to go without relief.

Mydei's toes curled in her ruby red flats, her knuckles turning white as she clutched onto her seat. Tears clouded her eyes as she involuntarily jerked her hips up, humping Phainon's hand like a hapless dog in heat while silent gasps filled out her cheeks and her knit brows turned towards the ceiling.

Her lashes fluttered shut, blinking tears from the corners of her eyes while she wobbled in her seat. Her tongue shuttered her throat while her lips fell loose, gut curling and hips twitching as the pressure in her pelvis approached criticality. Phainon roughly swirled her fingers, tugging Mydei's clit in circles. Mydei stopped breathing. Just a few more seconds of that devastatingly delicious pressure and–

Phainon yanked her hand away so suddenly that Mydei nearly screamed. She caught herself just in time, venting out her frustration through grit teeth as a sharp exhale blew spit out over her lips and chin.

Mydei's chest heaved, her lungs lagging ten paces behind in the race against her heartbeat. Phainon snuck a damp hand between Mydei's legs, wiping the arousal on her fingers onto Mydei's skirt while soothing her with a gentle rub. Mydei was finally snapped back to her senses, and without a lick of hesitation, she smacked Phainon's hand away.

“Get–! Don't touch me right now!” She bellowed, crossing her arms together with a deep frown. “I'm angry at you!”

“What!? Come on, baby, don't be like th–ACK!”

Mydei stomped her heel into Phainon's foot and turned away. “No. You've lost your me privileges for the rest of this flight.”

It was as she said… all just a game. One that was far from over.

Once the plane finally reached cruising altitude and the seatbelt signs flickered off, Mydei hurriedly unbuckled herself and stood up too quickly on unsteady legs. She almost made it to the main cabin when she felt a hand wrap around her wrist and spin her around in a waltz until she was facing Phainon again, connected intimately at the hip. All that separated them from the rest of the flight was a heavy curtain, which meant Mydei couldn't kick up a fuss without someone hearing.

“Please don’t be angry at me for too long, babygirl,” Phainon quietly pouted, rubbing circles into the small of Mydei’s back. “Let me make it up to you. Go out there and see who wants their stupid peanuts, and then you meet me in the bathroom, m’kay? Don't forget the knock.”

Mydei sneered, her eye twitching. Damn those puppydog eyes.

“We’ll see,” she responded, quietly ducking behind the curtain to get a headstart in the race against her own desire.

It didn't really matter, either way. They both knew Phainon’s presence would catch up to her eventually.

Mydei's section was fairly pleasant that flight. Aidonia wasn't exactly a hot tourist destination outside of the winter months, so economy consisted mostly of adult professionals travelling for work or people returning home after seeking respite from the cold in Okhema. A bottle of water here, a bag of peanuts there, just the basics… which Mydei was eternally grateful for, because her head was functionally useless for anything besides daydreaming about Phainon. The mere idea of that name stirred up a hot flush in her gut.

She'd been beaten down by her busy schedule that week, leaving her more vulnerable than usual to carnal temptation. All she had to do was survive this flight and her next without incident. Once she was home, she could bounce on that dildo she bought because it was the same color as Phainon's eyes and scream that name to her heart's content.

“Excuse me, Miss?”

One of the gentlemen two rows back called to her, and Mydei strutted right over with a smile.

“How can I help you?” she asked, leaning down over the seat with her feet pressed together.

“Is there any chance I could get another water?”

Mydei heartily nodded. “Right away, sir!” she practically sang. Just as she was beginning to stand upright again, though, the smile was wiped right off her face as a pair of fingers gave her butt a pinch.

She yelped, flying upright and whipping her head around to face the opportunistic pervert standing behind her… only to come face to face with Phainon.

So… it was an opportunistic pervert after all!

“Ah, so sorry, just trying to squeeze by!” Phainon put on a convincing show for the passengers who tuned into the spectacle, a tepid grin on her face as she scratched the back of her head.

“Oh, you’re all good, hon!” Mydei reassured with a crook in her lip and a popped vein in her forehead, giving Phainon’s shoulder a ‘playful’ swat that made her wince.

As the women moved to part and go about their duties, Phainon’s arm gingerly slipped across Mydei’s waist, holding her in place long enough to lean over and whisper something into her ear.

“See you in the bathroom, cutie~”

Phainon's fingers slipped from her hip, a fiery grip leaving Mydei's skin burning with desire as the other woman disappeared down the aisle. Mydei's feet remained glued to the floor, a familiar, cloying heat spreading in her gut and leaving her feeling parched.

“U-Um, excuse me?”

Mydei turned over her shoulder at the passenger sitting three rows behind her.

“I heard you were handing out more waters…?”

Mydei let out a defeated huff. She may as well go grab the beverage cart now.

Even after a decade of stolen kisses and surreptitious tomfoolery, Mydei still got butterflies in her stomach every time she tiptoed towards the bathroom while struggling to keep the wetness in her panties from dribbling down her thighs.

If Mydei didn't know any better, she'd say that Phainon enjoyed getting her all riled up before takeoff, knowing that Phainon was all she'd be able to think about for the entire flight. Little did she know, the chicanery was entirely unnecessary, because Mydei would be doing that no matter what. Whether it be on a flight they weren't working together at all or in the privacy of her own bedroom back in Kremnos while humping a sapphire colored pillow… Phainon was all Mydei ever thought about.

Now, the object of all her hedonistic desires was standing right in front of her, separated only by a door that clearly read ‘OCCUPIED’.

All that was left to do now was knock.

Four knocks. Then Nine. Then– the door suddenly swung open, and a perfectly manicured hand reached out to pull Mydei through and pin her to the back of the door as it shut behind them.

Bare nude lips crashed into her own, wrists pinned over either side of her head as Phainon kissed all around Mydei’s face, cheek to chin and back again. This would usually be the part where Mydei immediately scolded her for leaving lipstick marks on her face, but Phainon seemed to be on her best behavior after the little stunt she pulled earlier and took the time to wipe her lips clean beforehand.

“Ohh, I just knew you'd make it, pretty lady,” Phainon cooed, dragging her tongue across Mydei's neck as she doubled Mydei's wrists up in one hand to spare the other for popping a button on her blouse.

“You didn’t– give me much of a- ahh- choice,” Mydei said, teeth grazing against her Adam's apple as Phainon feverishly ravished her neck while taking enough care not to leave any marks.

“I had no idea you found me so irresistible,” Phainon lilted, bringing both of Mydei's hands around her waist to encourage the Kremnoan to fondle her ass while their legs tangled together.

“You must not be paying too much attention, then.” Mydei brought a hand up to Phainon's head, combing through her hair until she caught the woman's hair tie and pulled it loose. Beautiful, snowy locks draped over Phainon's shoulders, and Mydei took care to massage her fingers through her scalp and pull each gelled strand loose.

Mydei always remembered Phainon saying she preferred to keep her hair short because it was easier to maintain, though after a conversation where Mydei disclosed that she preferred the look of long hair, Phainon began growing hers out and seemed to be doing so ever since. Mydei actually found the pixie cut she had during training to be quite charming, and she only meant to say that she liked the look of long hair on herself, though Phainon must've mistaken it as a challenge to see who could maintain a longer, healthier head of hair.

Mydei's sizable chest was pressed flush to Phainon's flat torso, lips locked onto Mydei's neck while a hand reached around to ride her skirt up, nails dragging over Mydei's pantyhose.

“So modest, Phainon said, almost whimpering, a hot breath against her carotid igniting Mydei's nerves. “You're driving me crazy, baby.”

The feeling was mutual. Mydei squeezed Phainon's ass as her nude colored stockings were pulled down to her knees. Mydei's pussy leaked just from the anticipation of it all, a teasing hand gently squeezing and scratching at her inner thighs. Mydei lifted her heels to show Phainon where she wanted that hand to go– but instead of that, Phainon gave her a knee propped against the door and a perfectly toned, peachy fuzzy thigh to rest herself on.

When Mydei’s feet flattened again, the pressure of Phainon’s thigh against her clit turned her to putty. She silently clutched onto Phainon’s vest for purchase while pleasure bloomed in her gut, frantically undoing the buttons holding it together. Phainon's vest fell loose, still clinging to her arms. Her chest was flat enough that she didn't need to wear a bra if she didn't want to, and those days always seemed to coincide with their shared flights.

Phainon placed a wet kiss to Mydei's sternum while she played with Phainon's perky nipples and tentatively grinded against her thigh, nibbling on her own lip to keep herself quiet. Phainon popped another button loose and pulled Mydei's vest loose at the chest, shoving her face into Mydei's cleavage. Not a single inch of skin was left untouched as Phainon kissed, licked and sucked everywhere she could get her lips, and when she ran out of surface area to corrupt, she unfastened the last button holding Mydei's uniform up before unclasping her bra and pulling both down in tandem.

Mydei's tits spilled out over her bare chest, and she took great care to squeeze her elbows inward and squish her chest together the way Phainon liked. Having such a large chest could be difficult at times, but Phainon's unyielding attention whenever her bra hit the floor made the woes of constant under-boob and back pain worth it.

“All the other girls out there are lucky you never got into modeling. You’d put them all out of a job, Miss beauty queen,” Phainon warbled, pridefully licking at the fresh hickey she had laid right beside Mydei’s areola.

Mydei trembled as Phainon lifted one of her tits to her mouth, bringing a flat, puffy nipple between her lips. She swirled her tongue along the soft ridges until the nipple stirred and hardened in her mouth so that it could be suckled. Mydei’s hips stuttered, and in her carelessness, she let out a gasp louder than she would’ve liked before throwing a hand over her mouth.

Phainon paused, half-lidded eyes flicking up to Mydei's face. “Already time? You hardly lasted two seconds today~” she teased.

Mydei flushed with embarrassment. For all the grief she gave Phainon about her volume… Mydei was often the first to crack under the pressure.

Phainon left a trail of kisses starting from Mydei's nipple and tracing up her neck muscle until finally landing on her lips. A hand to the small of her back encouraged her to keep grinding against Phainon's thigh before reaching around to grab her throat in a gentle hold only meant to keep Mydei still while Phainon drank her fill of Mydei's saliva.

Then, that busy hand finally unfurled the sash tied around Phainon's neck, blue, in stark contrast to Mydei's red.

Mydei was, for all intents and purposes… a screamer. She hated using such vulgar terms, especially in reference to herself, but it was the truth. She always had a hard time containing her pleasure, falling back on physical means to quiet herself when pure mental fortitude failed. And when that failed, too… there was one last method they could employ to make sure they both stayed employed.

Phainon bunched the sash up into a ball, lifting Mydei's chin with her fingers. Mydei parted her lips, allowing Phainon to stuff the makeshift gag into her mouth. Mydei curled her tongue around it to make more room in her mouth while Phainon moved for her sash, next. After a great deal of trial and error, they had discovered that the best way to keep Mydei from simply spitting the sash out of her mouth if her jaw began to ache before they were finished was to secure it with another, and so… Mydei lowered her head while Phainon fixed the red over the blue and tied it securely over the back of her head.

The ritual was embarrassing enough as is, so Phainon usually didn't tease immediately after gagging her. She'd give it a few minutes and always made sure Mydei was too fucked out of her mind to feel bad about herself before laying it on.

Without even a single moment to waste, Phainon returned to her worship of Mydei’s breasts, pinching at Mydei’s spent nipple while licking the other to attention. Mydei whimpered on her gag, fingers unproductively scratching at the door in her lusty haze as she dragged her pussy against Phainon’s leg. She moved slowly, but the effects were still devastating, still worked up from earlier and knowing that she wouldn't last much longer at any other pace.

“Sounds like someone is enjoying herself,” Phainon snickered while slurping on Mydei's nipple as if she expected milk to come out if she tried hard enough.

Mydei lazily nodded her head, silenced moans and muffled gasps signifying that she was, in fact, already too fucked out of her mind enough to care about Phainon's taunts.

With a wet pop, Phainon let Mydei's breast slip from her mouth before moving to her torso, tongue tracing the line of Mydei's tattoos while licking up the sweat gathered on her skin and under her breast after a full day of work.

As much as Mydei would’ve loved for Phainon to stay wedged between her tits forever, they only had so much time before their absence in the cabin would be noticed.

Phainon dropped down to her knees, wresting her thigh from Mydei's leaking cunt. She peppered kisses all over Mydei's belly, kissing each toned ab individually before pressing her lips into Mydei's bellybutton, and then to her navel, and then– nothing. To Mydei's chagrin, Phainon had not traveled any lower before she went to search for Mydei's discarded vest. She scooped up the creased fabric and folded it over on itself twice, creating a thick square to cushion her knees from the hard floor.

“Spread your legs for me– Yeah, just like that. Ugh, how did I ever manage to clinch a girl like you?” Phainon cooed.

Feet flat, spread a shoulder’s width apart… Mydei never needed the instruction, but Phainon gave it every single time. Even as her knees trembled, even as her spit soaked into Phainon's sash… Mydei knew what Phainon wanted and would give it to her every single time, and right now, she wanted Mydei's thighs to keep her ears warm while she was devoured.

Fingers hooked around Mydei's white cotton panties, but before they could be pulled down… Phainon buried her face into the damp fabric and took a big, long breath in through her nose. Mydei had worked a full day's shift in those panties and soaked through them twice over, and while she'd be tempted to say that the smell couldn't have been all that pleasant… the only time Phainon ever complained about Mydei's smell was directly out of a shower wearing a freshly washed pair of underwear. Mydei had a real piece of work on her hands.

“Fuck,” Phainon drawled, nails scratching Mydei's skin white as her panties were pulled down.

They had been doing this for so long that it was impossible for Phainon to not know exactly what to do by now. Pursed lips closed down around Mydei's clit with a feathery suckle, tongue swirling and flicking the tiny pink pearl. Mydei's head rolled back, using the wall to support herself as Phainon ravished her pussy. Trembling fingers clutched tight onto her skirt and held it up so that Phainon could work undisturbed, her tongue hanging loose and flat while lapping at Mydei's folds and drinking in her raw scent.

Phainon let out a low groan as her tongue teased Mydei's hole, slurping up all the sticky juices that leaked from her with obscene smacks and grunts. One hand caressed the back of Mydei's thighs, squeezing her soft flesh and groping the underside of her plump ass while the other thumbed at her clit as Phainon focused on cleaning up between Mydei’s legs.

Phainon's tongue slipped inside her hole with ease, and Mydei's legs nearly gave out. Just the thought of Phainon being inside of her so often made her knees weak, and that one fantasy was seldom fulfilled. On top of being a screamer, Mydei was, shamefully… a squirter. This facet of herself could not be rectified as easily as the first, and so the solution to preventing Mydei from soaking Phainon's face and hair with her juices was to avoid stimulating her sweet spot by any means necessary, unless they had the time and means to clean up after her. They certainly didn't today. All the toilet paper and hand soap in the world couldn't wash away three weeks worth of pent up frustration.

Phainon was panting now, each hot puff of air on Mydei’s clit making her whimper and shudder. A thumb poked against her clit hard enough to be felt, but too light to give her the satisfaction she craved from it. She whimpered, thrusting her hips forward in a silent plea. She dropped her skirt entirely in favor of clutching directly onto Phainon's hair while the woman chuckled over her clit.

“You're so needy. How do I compare to the servants in your castle, princess?” Phainon asked, knowing the only response she'd receive was a groan of annoyance.

Mydei rolled her eyes, but before that groan ever came, Phainon suddenly grabbed onto Mydei's wrists, and the shock of it turned her agitation into a muffled squeak. As Mydei's wrists were tugged towards the floor, her back arched off the door, sinking lower and lower over Phainon's face and giving her nowhere to squirm when the pleasure became too much.

Phainon's tongue went all in on her clit, licking, flicking and sucking Mydei into a whimpering mess, all the drool leaking from her mouth soaked up by her gag, tears staining her cheeks as her eyes rolled up into her head. Her belly curled inward as the first inklings of orgasm gripped her. It started as a shiver in her trembling thighs, traveling up through her nerves and welling up in her gut. That already heavy pit widened as Phainon's entire mouth engulfed her, an all-all-encompassing, wet heat enveloping her clit. All she could do was flail helplessly, panting through her nose as that wave passed over her before finally crashing down and sweeping her away.

Mydei rocked on her feet with a muffled trill as a skilled tongue guided her through the ebbs and flows of her climax, interlocked fingers holding her steady while she humped Phainon's face involuntarily, relinquishing control of her body over to the arbiter of her pleasure, who held her with a deceptively gentle lover's touch.

While Mydei relished in the aftershocks of pleasure that rippled through her body, Phainon stuck her tongue out and made sure that not a drop of that milky spend leaking from Mydei's cunt went to waste.

“Delicious. You taste so good… my little cream puff,” Phainon sighed wistfully with soft kitten licks and light suckles against her rosy folds.

Mydei was on cloud nine, too blissed out to comment on how vulgar Phainon was being. She felt like she was in some kind of postcoital stupor as Phainon stood up to press a kiss to her gagged mouth… and hold her before she collapsed. Mydei snorted through a breath, completely exhausted and on the verge of passing out one very satisfied little lady… but Phainon was far too insatiable to allow that to happen just yet.

“My beautiful princess. I can't believe I finally get to call you mine,” Phainon sang, peppering kisses all over Mydei's nose and cheeks while spinning her around like a ballerina and huddling her against the sink. A strong arm hooked under Mydei's leg and bent it back, lifted off the ground while her arms moved to clutch the counter’s edge. “Just sit pretty like that for me. I'll be quick.”

Excitement rocked Mydei's spine as Phainon reached under her own skirt to pull her boyish purple briefs down to her ankles. It was for this very reason that Phainon always made sure Mydei came first; Mydei would let Phainon get away with anything, not excluding murder, after her orgasm. She existed as little more than a semi-conscious husk for as long as that ecstacy coursed through her veins, wordlessly heeding every command given to her.

Mydei dared to crane her head back to catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror, something she hadn't even thought to do the whole time it stared her in the face. Her meticulously groomed hair was totally ruined, only a few strands left clinging to that hair tie while the rest fell at her hip. Phainon had the foresight to scrub her own lipstick off, but Mydei was still wearing hers, and now she was wearing it as a thin residue all over her nose and cheeks, with her neck in a similarly disheveled state. Her eyeliner dribbled over her cheek in a thin line, though it was barely visible with all the blood flushing her face the same color of her tattoos.

“You know… a little birdie told me that you’re off, starting tomorrow,” Phainon whispered right beside Mydei's ear as she marveled at herself, and now at Phainon, through the mirror. Mydei retuned her focus to her lover as she worked to line up her soaked pussy to Mydei's. Mydei clenched around the cold air while the spit on her spread lips dried. “And you didn’t even tell me first. I’m wounded, you know. Wounded.”

Mydei whimpered and impatiently shook her ass, trying to tempt Phainon into sharing her heat with Mydei’s frigid bones. Phainon responded with a swift pinch to Mydei's worn clit that had her choking back a scream that would've been dampened by her gag regardless.

“Be serious for a minute here, baby. Why didn't you tell me you'd be off for our anniversary!?” Phainon asked.

Mydei's loopy brain didn't fully register what Phainon was saying. Something about babies and getting off and putting babies in Mydei. What was this about anniversaries, now? Oh, she didn't know, but she did know that she needed her big, strong stud to make her warm again.

“I owe Cipher a huge favor now, you know! I got her to cover your flight home to Kremnos, which means once you and I get back to Okhema together… I'm gonna take you out on our first proper date to celebrate one month together. Doesn't that sound nice?”

Mydei's eyes fluttered shut as she felt Phainon's hips press forward, the sopping wet lips between their legs finally kissing. Oh, that sounded lovely. She'd always wanted Phainon to dress her up all pretty and take her out to dinner so they could feel each other up under the table and…

Mydei's eyes flew open. Did she just say… a proper date? To celebrate… their anniversary!?

What anniversary!?

Mydei tried to talk over her gag, but it only came out sounding like a gurgled plea, which Phainon was all too willing to fulfill. She grinded her clit against Mydei's overestimated pussy, and now that Mydei was actually awake and alert… it hurt so good.

“I was honestly… mmh… trying to k-keep… hah– keep it a secret,” Phainon's head rolled back, and Mydei could see a bead of sweat gathered up under her jaw while she jerked her hips into Mydei's cunt. “Y'know… hoping you'd tell me. When your next day off was… but… fuck, mama, you're really breaking my heart here!”

Mydei was confused– and, oh, so out of it, and now Phainon was talking nonsense, babbling about anniversary dinners and celebrations for things that Mydei didn't have the first clue about… but the overstimulation from Phainon's clit pushing up against her hole was utterly intoxicating. The wetness shared between them created a wet shlick each time Phainon rubbed against her, trying to fuck Mydei's hole with her clit.

Phainon fondled both of Mydei's wrecked tits, thumbing her nipples up again while Mydei clenched her pussy up, trying to suck Phainon down with each brutal thrust.

“You'll make it up– mmmnh–! To me, right!?”

That desperation in her inflection told Mydei that she was close as she babbled out her nonsense. That made one of them, at least, because Mydei was no closer to figuring out the mystery of this alleged anniversary of something that took place a month ago. What was a month ago…? The last time they worked together…?

“Yeah… oh, fuck–!” Phainon's head dropped between her shoulders, her breaths quick and labored as her own pleasure took hold of her. “Yeah. I already have an… mmnnh– an outfit picked out for you. A pretty sequined dress. Gold. That's your f-favorite color, right?”

Mydei tried to verbalize her response, but it was swallowed up by the gag. Incensed by the anguish of being robbed Mydei's voice, Phainon tore the sash right over her head and pulled the other one, soaked in spit, out of her mouth.

Mydei coughed and sputtered, flexing her tired jaw now that she was finally able to move it again.

“Was I right, baby? Oh, tell me you'll like it. Please tell me I did good!”

“Y-Yes–!” Mydei squeaked. “Yes, yes, I– I will– you did good– but–!” Before Mydei could address the real problem with this plan of hers, Phainon swallowed her up in a needy, fervent kiss, holding her by the chin while losing herself to the heat between her legs.

Phainon let out a pathetic whine into Mydei's lips, silent ecstacy gripping around her as her hips stuttered. Mydei could feel Phainon's orgasm, the soft fluttering of her cunt as she came in Mydei's pussy.

Their shared breaths fogged up the bathroom mirror as Phainon's frantic lips turned slow and sensual, hips grinding to a crawl as her orgasm passed over her, leaving behind a light, airy pleasure in its wake that finally seemed to quell her hysterics.

Phainon was glowing– they both were, Mydei thought– with that post orgasmic shimmer; sweat, mostly. Phainon collapsed down breathlessly, using Mydei's breasts as a pillow while they both basked in each other's warmth in the come-down of their blissful euphoria. Mydei wrapped her arms over Phainon's back, scratching nonsensical shapes and patterns into her skin, holding Phainon for as long as she could before she had to address that dreaded elephant in the room.

“Ph-Phainon…” Mydei finally whispered.

Phainon hummed a breathless little thing in acknowledgement, too busy mapping out Mydei's tits with her lips to formulate a response.

“What, um… did you mean… when you said our ‘anniversary’ is coming up?” Mydei cautiously asked.

Phainon's lips stilled, and Mydei could feel her skip over a breath. “...Seriously? What, did you already forget?”

Mydei's brows furrowed, more confused now than she was before. Forget about forgetting, Mydei didn't even know what she was talking about to begin with.

“I-I'm sorry…? I just can't recall anything important happening in the last month that'd warrant a special celebration…”

Phainon gasped, head shooting up as though she had just watched Mydei murder her parents right in front of her. “How could you be so cold!? Does our love mean nothing to you!?”

Mydei was starting to get frustrated now! Mydei would pull herself apart at the seams just to keep Phainon in her life, even settled for less than what she truly wanted just to make sure she didn't overstep and lose Phainon forever… so where did she get off asking Mydei something so ridiculous!?

“You say that as though kissing and touching is anything special…” Mydei whispered, almost mourning the fact that they really weren’t. “For all I know, you do this with the women on your other flights…”

Phainon stared at her, seemingly to blink each eye manually one at a time. Mydei's face heated up. She hadn't meant to sound so jilted, but it certainly came out that way… and who could blame her? Ten years of superficial lovemaking to a woman never destined to be yours would scorn anybody's heart.

“...Mydei, we've been dating for almost a month now…”

Now it was Mydei's turn to stare like Phainon had three heads.

They… were… “What!?”

“Seriously, Mydei!? I asked you out the last time we were together and you said yes!”

Mydei's jaw fell loose as she tried to recount the memory of their last encounter. It was one not too dissimilar to this one, though they were both hiding in the corner of the galley that time, Mydei cleaning and restocking her cart while Phainon nibbled on her ear from behind. How did the conversation go again…?

“You know… it'd make me the happiest girl in the world if you'd be mine for the rest of our lives.”

…That was just Phainon being Phainon, though. She never actually meant the things she said as anything more than sweet nothings meant to keep Mydei wrapped around her finger.

“There's nothing I wouldn't do to be able to keep you by my side for as long as we both live, travelling the world together hand in hand.”

That one was… vaguely more flirtatious than her usual teasing, but still nothing too out of the ordinary.

“What do you say, Mydei? Would you give us a chance? Would you allow me to be your one and only for as long as you'd have me?”

…

Oh.

She was being serious that time?

Mydei had no idea.

She said yes, of course, but she thought she was saying yes to an imaginary request that Phainon would forget about as soon as their skirts came back up.

“I'm really hurt, Mydei, you know that!? I've been trying to make you mine for a decade, and the one time I think I've finally got you dead to rights, you act like it never happened at all!”

“I-I thought– but– you– you always say things like that without meaning anything by it!” Mydei defended herself. “You're constantly pulling on my heartstrings to keep me hooked without any real commitment!”

“Mydei, you useless lesbian, I meant it every time!” Phainon wailed. “You're the one who's always telling me that I'm being ridiculous and rebuffing my advances! I've been trying to show you that I'm only committed to you for the last ten years! You're the only woman I've ever had eyes for!”

And maybe that was true too, but… Mydei just didn't want her to waste her time on something that was never meant to be…!

“W-Well… if that's so true, then why did you always give up just because I said no then, huh!?”

“WHAT!? Because I was respecting your decision, you dope!” Phainon shrieked.

That was checkmate. Oh, Mydei couldn't even look her in the eyes anymore, she was so embarrassed.

“I… just…” Mydei muttered, suddenly feeling sheepish and lowering the leg Phainon still clutched in her arms to close herself off. “Didn't want to mess this up. In case things didn't work out. In case someone better for you came along… I didn't want to lose you forever.”

Phainon sucked in a breath, a hand over her heart. “Oh, Mydei…!” Phainon scooped Mydei up into her warm embrace, and if it weren't for the fact that their bare or partially bare chests were pressed together, it'd be the sweetest, most tame gesture Phainon had ever initiated with her. “Mydei, baby… there isn't someone better for me. I knew from the moment I first laid eyes on you that you were the only one for me. You ruined my standards forever, babygirl. No one on this planet could ever compare to you.”

Mydei blushed, burying her flushed face into the crook of Phainon's neck. The satisfaction of thirty three million orgasms couldn't compare to the total ataraxia of finally feeling the love Phainon had been trying to give her for a third of their lives. She could hardly believe it was real at all. Phainon loved her. Really, really loved her. Not just as a fuckbuddy or a sexual equal… but just as herself.

“Um… what now?” Mydei asked.

“Well… we should probably get cleaned up, don't you think?” Phainon posited.

“I-I mean… with us. What do we do… now that we’re both… you know…?” she clarified. She didn’t really know the protocol for thing kind of thing… Phainon was her first girlfriend, after all. “Dating?”

Phainon verbalized an ‘ah’, before placing a finger against her chin to ponder that query.

“Umm… wanna move in with me?”

“...Sure?” Mydei shrugged.

Phainon jumped for joy, clapping her hands together. “Yay! Oh, can we adopt a chimera, too?”

“I… don’t see why not,” Mydei nodded sagely.

“Ohh, YIPPEE! You’re the bestest girlfriend in the whole wide world. What’s your ring size, by the–?”

A knock at the bathroom door startled them both straight out of the honeymoon period. Mydei had almost completely forgotten that she was still at work!

“Pardon me?”

Both their eyes widened in terror, and they started silently arguing about who was going to be the one to answer Hysilens through vague gestures.

‘You do It.’

‘Me? You do it!’

‘No way. I’m too tired.’

‘Then get un-tired and–’

‘No! Take some responsibility!’

‘Oh, I'm the one who has to take responsibility!?’

‘Yes. As your wife, I demand you prove your love to me by answering her.’

‘Damn you, Mydei!’

“Uh… Occupied!” Phainon shouted through the door.

Utter silence. Did she leave already…?

“Oh, sunfish! Is that you?”

Phainon squeezed her eyes shut, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Y-Yeah, it's me…!” She faked her enthusiasm.

“Okay, good! I've been looking everywhere for the little lionfish. Apparently, one of the passengers in economy has been waiting to be personally escorted to the bathroom in first class, and Mydei was supposed to be the one to come get her… have you seen her anywhere?”

Phainon searched Mydei's eyes for what to do or say. Mydei couldn't give a response, only looking helplessly up at the door. Phainon was alone on this one. Mydei had faith that she could pull through in the end.

After a moment of deliberation, Phainon seemed to make up her mind.

“She's… um… she's in here, actually!”

Mydei's eyes widened. She did not think Phainon's response would be to torch both of their careers.

“O-Oh!” Even Hysilens seemed surprised. “Is… everything okay?’

“Yeah! She's just…. um… not feeling well! She threw up everywhere, actually, um… I'm just in here to hold her hair back while she does! You heard Cipher is covering her flight home, right? Yeah, she's like… super vomitty. No condition to be working in! I'm actually gonna take her back home! With me! So I can… y-you know… take care of her!”

Wow. Even Mydei was impressed with how hard Phainon was bombing. Only a fool would believe a single word of what she was–

“Oh no! I'm so sorry to hear that, lionfish! And right before your break, too!” Hysilens sympathized with Mydei's imaginary plight. “Don't even worry about what's happening out here, okay! I'll go let that woman know the eeeevil Kremnoan flight attendant will get super fired as soon as we land, and you just focus on feeling better, okay? There's actually an empty suite in the last row up in first class for when you're feeling well enough to move. I'll make sure there's plenty of water stocked up for you. Feel better, okay?”

Mydei flashed Phainon an irritated glare, and Phainon could only placate her with an innocent smirk as she rubbed the back of her head.

“Th-Thank you, Hysilens…” Mydei muttered back, so utterly humiliated she didn't even need to fake her crestfallen tone.

They both waited until they were absolutely certain the coast was clear before Mydei yanked a fistful of Phainon’s hair off her scalp.

“You… are so lucky I love you.”

Phainon’s eyes sparkled at the sudden declaration, and Mydei swore she could see a tail wagging behind her back.

“Oh, I know. I am just the luckiest girl in the whole wide world,” Phainon concurred, leaning forward for a kiss, which Mydei happily met. “Now… what do you say we clean up here and go for round two in that suite she promised us? Mm, or maybe we should wait till we get home. I've got a nice, big strap on that's been waiting ten years to meet you.”