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She has to hand it to Penacony. As rough as things had gotten at times, it's hard to beat a dance in the sky with the girl you love.
She's settled on that word now. She may not have much to compare it to, but she knows the feeling that brims in her chest when she stares into Firefly's shimmering eyes can't be anything else. She’s sure it should feel a bit scary to fall so fast for someone so unfamiliar, and yet she feels anything but. In fact the only thing she feels when she thinks about it is a pleasant warmth through her body, as if warmed by the sun- or perhaps a gentle flame, she thinks with a smile.
Beside her, she feels Firefly shifting, in search of a more comfortable position. After their dance in the sky, Firefly had carried her to their secret base- a place Stelle was far more intimately familiar with than she would ever admit out loud in Firefly’s presence. She suspects that by now she’s probably spent even more time here than Firefly herself, memorizing the view and the feeling of the cool metal railing in her angry fist. Stelle had used what limited power the Harmony had bestowed upon her to manifest a less-than-luxurious, but moderately comfy blanket for them to lay on and watch the cascade of shooting stars above. She knows that soon enough she’ll have to wake up, but… surely there’s no harm in enjoying this particular sweet dream of hers for a little while longer.
“Trouble getting comfy?” She asks, glancing beside her and catching the adorable sight of pink dusting Firefly's cheeks. Reluctantly, the girl nods. “Sorry… I know you went out of your way to make this for us…” Lucky her then, that Stelle has an easy solution to this problem too. “Don't worry about it. C'mere.” With a fluid motion, Stelle slides one arm beneath Firefly’s shoulders and pulls her in close so that the girl is pressed against her side, head resting snugly against her chest. She doesn't need to glance down to know Firedly is blushing to the tips of her ears, but she does anyway. It's just as cute as she pictured, which does nothing for Stelle’s growing desire to kiss her until she's breathless and wide-eyed, as cute and desperate as the last time-
She shakes her head, trying to shake the thought loose. It doesn't really work though- having Firefly here, in her arms, in this place, with emotions running high after a romantic dance in the clouds, it's hard to think about anything else. Especially with the way Firefly lets out a contented hum and nestles closer against her chest. Stelle is sure the girl can hear her thudding heartbeat.
She feels Firefly’s head shift and glances down instinctively, feeling her heart skip a beat when she locks eyes with the girl she loves and sees her affection mirrored in those two-tone eyes. “Your heart is beating really fast…” Firefly half whispers, and Stelle feels her throat go dry. “...Yeah. Wonder why.” She says, trying to fake more confidence than she has.
She can feel the soft, slightly nervous giggle in Firefly's chest as the girl shifts to hover over her just a bit, their eyes never parting from eachother until, for a brief flicker, Firefly's eyes flicker to her lips. “Can I-” she begins, but Stelle doesn't bother waiting. “Yes,” she whispers, already leaning up, her voice a pleading whisper.
Firefly's lips are as soft and warm as she remembers, and she feels herself melting into the kiss the moment Firefly meets her halfway. It starts chaste, but there's an evident need driving them both- an urgency, mixed with the recent romantic highs that sets Stelle spiraling, and she can feel Firefly following her lead, tongue pressing into Stelle's mouth with a needy noise in the back of her throat that Stelle wants to capture in her memory for eternity. She can never get enough of the way Firefly tastes, sweet and smoky all at once, so she returns the favor greedily, her hand shifting to settle on Firefly's hip- it draws a cute little gasp out of the other girl and Stelle can't help but grip just a bit tighter, reflexively pulling Firefly closer to her.
Firefly responds by straddling her thigh, eliciting a gasp from both of them- delighted surprise from Stelle, and sparking pleasure from Firefly as she rolls her hips down against the swell of the Trailblazer's thigh. “More…” she half-whispers, and Stelle is once again struck by a surge of lust like a lightning-shock, drinking in the way Firefly gets so needy for her.
Her other hand drops to Firefly's hips as well, gently gripping with both hands to guide the gentle rocking over her hips against Stelle's thigh- she can feel the growing heat between Firefly's legs as it presses against the bare skin of her thigh and it makes her feel drunk on lust, halfway ready to flip their positions and ravish the pretty girl on top of her. She doesn't do that though- there's far too much to enjoy for her not to take her time.
Firefly's eyes lock with hers and she feels her heart skip a beat as the girl's jacket is tossed aside- and her top quickly follows as Firefly undoes the buttons one-by-one. Without the butterfly-wing designs and extra adornments, the outfit looks a bit like a sundress, and Stelle doesn't hide her wandering eyes as she takes in the sight. Her hands naturally slip down, pinky fingers catching the hem of her skirt and pulling it slowly upwards, exposing her thighs inch-by-inch even as Firefly squeezes them around Stelle's own, drawing a shaky breath from the Trailblazer. Firefly takes notice, of course- she rocks her hips more forcefully, the embarrassment on her face rapidly giving way to visible pleasure. Stelle wants to give her more and more. She'd give this girl the entire universe, if she could- but for now, making her feel good until she's writhing and begging for release will have to do.
The lustful expression must show on her face, because Firefly leans in close, their lips almost touching even as Stelle's wandering hands pull her skirt higher, revealing the edge of the lacy shorts she wears underneath it. It leaves Stelle breathless as she glances down, then back up to Firefly's lips against her, the hot breath washing over her lips. She hardly has a choice; she leans up, closing the distance and capturing Firefly's upper lip between hers, earning her a cute squeak before she melts into the kiss, arms looping around Stelle's shoulders.
Time seems to slow down for them, after that. It doesn't take long for Firefly's dress to follow the way of her other clothes, leaving her in modest, lacy white underwear that easily shows off the red-pink flush staining her pale skin all the way down her- surprisingly ample- chest. As Stelle's eyes rove openly over her body, Firefly's fingers bunch up in her baggy shirt. She doesn't need to hear Firefly's soft, embarrassed voice to understand her request, but the way she whispers “I want to see you” sets Stelle's heart ablaze. She rushes to sit up so Firefly can pull her jacket off her shoulders before dragging the slightly scratchy fabric of her shirt up and up; she feels a surge of pride at the way Firefly's breath catches as her two-tone eyes drop to Stelle's well-defined abs, then slowly flicker upwards, her gaze tailing the hem of Stelle's shirt. Then, as the shirt is pulled over her chest, Firefly stops in her tracks.
Immediately Stelle glances down, worried that something is wrong, but Firefly is just staring with her lips parted. One hand trails down, not to her breasts but between them, and there's awe in her voice as she whispers “I never knew it glows like that.”
Right. Stelle had practically forgotten that it's abnormal to have a Stellaron glowing like a golden starburst through her sternum. At least it doesn't seem to turn Firefly off- if anything, it has the opposite effect, as she leans down to gently kiss along Stelle's sternum in a way that makes Stelle shiver, her breath catching in her throat. As she stares into Firefly's eyes, her gentle face faintly illuminated by the golden light spilling from Stelle's chest, any of her doubts are washed away; she knows, beyond any doubt this is love, that Firefly is the one for her. That she would move mountains, or part the seas, or reshape galaxies if Firefly asked her to. She doesn’t care how fast her feelings flared to life in these mere few days, she knows it’s the real thing- no other feeling could burn so strong in her heart.
She can’t resist pulling Firefly in for another kiss, after that. Full of passion and need, messy and uninhibited and leaving them both gasping for breaths before diving in for another, and another, and another- she knows her lips are swollen and sore from the feverish nips and bites as Firefly all-but devours her lips, but she can’t be bothered to care as she gives exactly as good as she gets, tongue pushing past her lover’s needy lips to savor the faint aftertaste of her peach lipstick and the sugary sweet taste of her mouth.
She can't help but let out a satisfied groan against Firefly's mouth, and it only makes the girl redouble her efforts, the pace of her grinding hips going from a slow rocking to half-wild, all but rutting herself against Stelle's thigh- she can feel the growing dampness between Firefly's legs even through the girl's shorts and it takes her breath away. She can never get enough of the girl in front of her, whether it's as chaste as a friendly conversation or as intimate as these rare, stolen moments together.
She doesn’t bother resisting her urges anymore; she reaches up with one hand, unsnapping the hooks of Firefly’s bra gently tugging it off her shoulders and leaving Firefly looking more than slightly embarrassed- but she doesn't cover herself, or hide her face, sunset eyes drinking in the way Stelle’s breath hitches, eyes flickering between Firefly's perky breasts and her crimson-flushed face. Stelle just can't take it. She leans in, latching her mouth around one of Firefly's cute, puffy pink nipples with little warning and drinking in the mewling squeak Firefly makes with an altogether-too-satisfied groan around the nipple in her mouth. She rolls her tongue around it for good measure, feeling the way Firefly writhes and whimpers against her and reveling in every second of it. It makes her feel way better than touching herself.
Finally she pulls back with a lewd, wet pop that makes Firefly hide her face behind her hands. Stelle, meanwhile, bears an entirely satisfied grin. “You taste delicious, Firefly…” she begins, leaning in for a brief, but heated, kiss to her lips, “so I wonder how you taste here…” she half-whispers, wondering where her own confidence is coming from even as she presses two fingers against Firefly’s all-but ruined underwear, tracing the shape of her through the fabric- which only gets Firefly wetter, more desperate for Stelle’s touch. “I-I- mmnnn… Stelle, you're so mean ,” Firefly complains even as she grinds down against the Trailblazer’s thigh more forcefully.
“Alright, alright…” Stelle half-chuckles, her voice low as she easily prepositions the much lighter girl, flipping their positions so Firefly is staring up at her, eyes wide and dilated with lust. She wastes no time in looping her arms around Stelle’s shoulders and pulling her down for a deep, needy kiss- but Stelle has other plans in mind, pulling away after just a moment, trying not to take too much satisfaction in Firefly’s quiet whine as their lips part again. “Shh…” she whispers, her lips almost brushing against Firefly’s ear, “you’ve done so much for everyone… just relax and let me take care of you.” She feels Firefly’s whole body arch up and shudder beneath her, and the breathy gasp she makes sends a shiver down Stelle’s own spine.
She tries to take her time, teasing kisses down Firefly’s neck and chest, but she's never been the most patient of women. She hears Firefly let out a cute sigh as Stelle's lips brush half-kisses down her stomach, and the Trailblazer's fingers hook into the hem of Firefly's lacy shorts. With her cheek all but resting against Firefly's thigh, Stelle stares up at the shivering girl and wonders how hungry her eyes look. “May I?” She asks, with her last thread of self control. Firefly just gives a slight nod, so Stelle holds an extra second to let her take it back. She doesn't, of course, so Stelle helps Firefly pull the undergarment down to her ankle before allowing her gaze to travel up Firefly's slightly spread legs to a sight she wants to engrave into her consciousness for the rest of her life.
She bites her lip as she settles herself down between Firefly’s legs, placing her hands on the other girl's knees to gently push them just a little further apart. She audibly gasps a shaky breath when she catches the heady scent of Firefly's arousal and hopes that Firefly doesn't hear her half-mutter “thank you for the meal.”
Luckily any reaction Firefly might have had to her moment of silliness is drowned out by the elongated groan that turns to a pleasurable sigh as Stelle licks a long stripe with the flat of her tongue from Firefly's entrance to her clit, savoring the taste. “You're so fucking perfect, Firefly…” she says between bites and kisses to the other girl's inner thighs, her voice a low whisper, and has to bite back a chuckle at the half-squeal Firefly makes in response. Every sound out of her lover makes her want to tease even more.
A desperate, half-choked “please” is enough to fix that notion, though. She feels a shiver run down her spine at the way Firefly says it, needy and demanding. What kind of girl would she be if she didn't acquiesce to the beautiful princess below her? She makes no effort to disguise her eagerness as she wraps her lips around Firefly's clit, humming softly before giving a tentative suck- and having to stifle a giggle at the way Firefly's hips jerk immediately and she cries out, eyes shut tight. It ignites a certain fiery pride and feeling of honor at being the one allowed to do this, to see this woman so vulnerable and take her apart so lovingly.
A delicate hand grabbing ahold of a fistful of her hair reminds her to focus on what's in front of her. She hums in acknowledgement, savoring the feeling of Firefly's shiver at the vibration through her lips, before settling one hand on the girl’s hip to hold her in place while the other drags up Firefly’s inner thigh, fingertips grazing over soft, pale skin. Stelle pulls back for only a moment to half-whisper “let me make this easier for you,” her voice a lustful growl- the only warning she gives before lining two of her fingers up with Firefly’s entrance and thrusting in, curling them up just a little as she gives an experimental suck to Firefly’s clit. Her reward is an immediate, strangled cry and she has to hold tight to keep Firefly’s hips in place as she feels the girl clench around her fingers.
Time stretches, after that. Stelle, practically drunk on lust and the taste and scent of Firefly’s arousal invading her senses, is dimly aware of the moment Firefly comes, spasming around her fingers with a cry, her fingers tightening in Stelle's hair- but she can't stop there. She faintly hears Firefly say “W-wait, Stelle, I'm still too- oh Aeons- ” but the girl keeps bucking her hips against Stelle's hand and, if anything, holds her head in place even more firmly, so she does what her instincts and desire tell her to do. She drinks in Firefly's moans and cries, tries not to revel in the way her voice goes a bit hoarse after her second and then her third orgasm- Stelle's wrist feels like it's burning now, but discomfort has never stopped her from pursuing her objective before, why would she stop now?
As if in response, Firefly bucks her hips again, even Stelle's inhuman strength having trouble keeping her hips from jumping every time Stelle's fingers reach just the right angle, and she tastes the unmistakably delicious flavor of Firefly's fourth orgasm of the night- and she almost feels a sense of gratitude for the sake of her abused wrist when Firefly weakly tugs at her hair, directing her away. “E-enough, I can't- I can't anymore…” comes the gasped voice above her, though there's weak laughter under it.
Immediately Stelle sits up at attention, rather like a dog that's just been called, and Firefly giggles softly despite her state. “T-That was…” she begins, and Stelle immediately looks sheepish. “Sorry, I got carried away…” she interrupts, and Firefly huffs. “Yeah, you did! But… I would have stopped you if I didn’t like it.” Stelle blushes bashfully, as if she didn't just spend almost an hour between another woman's legs mere moments ago. “Oh.”
Firefly just rolls her eyes, grasping Stelle's shoulders with shaky arms and pulling her down until they're pressed close, skin to skin. “Yeah, ‘oh’. When did you get so good at that? It’s not even been a week!” She faux-complains, and Stelle huffs. “I do have access to the net, you know.” Firefly just giggles, trailing off into a contented sigh.
Stelle isn’t sure exactly how long they stay like that. Eventually they settle in beside eachother, watching the sky like before, save now with the blanket wrapped around them and their bodies comfortably skin-to-skin. “You could come with us, you know.” She says, staring straight up and refusing to look at Firefly’s eyes as she speaks, but she can feel the hitch in Firefly’s breath and the way she shakes slightly as she responds. “You know I can’t.”
“Yeah. I know.”
In the distance, the last of the long firework show fades to silence.