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Yor Briar thought her greatest battle was fighting off gang after gang in her latest commissions, but nausea was an even greater foe. Brought about by motion sickness and jet lag, the poor girl was practically incapacitated from their flight to a seaside paradise far from their busy day-to-day life. That and the identities they donned in the mainland for their professions. Here with the soft crashing waves and the salty summer breeze she was simply Yor Briar, a maiden up and about for a much needed vacation. Helping her check in was someone equally mundane. Ada Wong, also a maiden seeking relaxation.
A good guide.
A great friend.
And the best girlfriend in the world.
Unfortunately, Yor was just too out of it to shower her with much deserved praise, nor appreciate the scenery. It's awfully late after their flight and a night stroll sounded nice, but the bed was so much more appealing to her heavy head right now. That's where she ended up. Straight onto the queen sized bed they were made to share and passed out like a light. The last thing she recalled was the hazy sight of a red silken shirt over leather pants coupled with Ada's gentle fingers ghosting over body to take off her coat.
Such a warm afterthought carrying her through a blissful, interrupted sleep.
When morning came to greet her tired eyes, she woke to Ada sitting in front of the dresser putting a touch of makeup on. She was dressed in denim shorts and a loose white long sleeved shirt unbuttoned just enough that the top of her swimsuit peeked from underneath. A far cry from the classy dresses and business suits she was usually seen in for work. However, Ada retained that grace and elegance she always exudes from the top of her head to the tips of her fingers. It occured to Yor she might've been staring rather intensely. She looked away, quick to redden in the face. If the other woman noticed her passionate gaze, she certainly didn't comment on it.
The assassin took it upon herself to get ready as well, making quick work of the time to dress herself up. It's only about a quarter to seven in the morning, plenty of time before their breakfast date in the lobby at 7:30. It was a little embarrassing so to speak considering she usually wore modest outfits, ones that regularly covered her legs with pants or stockings. Now she was dressed in a two-piece dark blue linen shorts and matching blouse, accentuating her arms by the wide sleeves. A fit similar to Ada's, albeit without the naughty flair of the peeking swimsuit.
"Feeling much better?"
"Y-Yes Miss Ada, very much," she turned to look at her from sitting on the bed, her eyes drawn once more to the palette of color in the woman's hand and the brush in the other.
"Good. We have a long day ahead, I hope you're not too bothered I'm stealing your time away."
"There's nothing else I'd rather do than–!"
' –be with you,' she wanted to say.
Yor exclaimed at the suggestion that she might be imposing by planning their itinerary all on her own. Her hands flew to her mouth before she could say more. So earnest in the face of love. Or maybe it was just nature to Yor to be charmingly honest? Ada loved the idea of both. Again, no comments or a tease where Yor expected the most and there was silence. A comfortable one at that that had Yor relaxing a little more, easing up to the atmosphere they cultivated.
That's exactly Ada wanted. For Yor to ease up and relax and for that to happen she should ease up on the flirting that always got Yor flustered. Powder on her face, the palette clicked close and her hands reached for the lipstick from her purse. The agent didn't have any underlying intentions by it, but she saw the pointed stare Yor leveled her, with a particular interest in the item in her hand. She looked down, rolled up the tube until the stick presented itself. A pretty red color, a deep crimson reminiscent of the motif she took upon herself. To the mirror her eyes went and Yor was still looking at her.
Oh dear.
Ada wanted to ease up on her but she's making it hard to do just that when she was this adorable.
Just this once... She'll give in to her silly little wants.
"Hmm? You like my lipstick?"
"I–Uh," Yor stammered, not knowing how to respond to that and Ada knew it.
"Would you like to try them on, Miss Yor?"
The agent asked, using the same formal tone Yor takes with her. The assassin's cheeks were dusted red, as if cherries themselves pecked her skin. They locked eyes in the mirror, hesitance clear as day and Ada was sure she'd be turned down–
"If you would allow me Miss Ada."
–She was wrong. How lovely it was to be wrong. She paused, clearly taken aback but only for a second. She spoke just as she stood and took three strides to where Yor sat on the bed. Her hand came up to cup her warm face. Her tone had shifted, a little more cooler, a little smoother that Yor felt her legs weaken.
"If you say please."
"...Please."
She was grateful for the fact she was already sitting, otherwise she'd be on her knees unable to meet Ada halfway.
Hm.
On her knees for Ada Wong?
Maybe that isn't such a bad fate for her.
She's already smitten, engulfed in the kiss they shared. Light and barely felt when they pulled away. There, dab smack in the center of her mouth was a lipstick mark in the shape of Ada's lips. It didn't feel enough. A sentiment shared by Ada who leaned in and took a kiss for herself over and over until they were flushed, Yor's lips unevenly red in areas where Ada ghosted on. They looked at each other and the agent fell forwards onto the assassin's lap, coming back in for another, then another, and another until they were breathless.
Ada kissed at her lover's lips, her nose, her cheeks trailing down her chin. It occurred to her she quite liked seeing Yor covered in her color. Crimson coated her lips yet again, if only to paint Yor's face with it. There were lipstick marks even on her neck and the inside of her blouse, something that neither couldn't remember how it came to. Time flew idly and by the time they got their bearings together it was minutes after seven. Ada didn't look half as refined as she usually did. There went her lipstick smeared across her chin, some remaining on her fingers from when she haphazardly put on some more.
"..Breakfast?"
Ada suggested, looking just a little less flustered than Yor who had stars in her eyes. A silent nod and both got up to rid their faces of damning evidence. The assassin got up first, leaving Ada on the bed to mull over her decision to basically make out with her. All over a stare, no less! Has she always been this fed up? Has she always been this needy? Ada didn't think so. Then again it wasn't everyday that she spent such an intimate time with her girlfriend. Perhaps this is simply the manifestation of their repressed desires.
Suddenly, the sound of running water stopped and Yor came running out looking distressed, still with the same sets of dozens of kisses on her face. She didn't look particularly against it, but it was embarrassing to be seen knowing there was someone who smothered her with kisses. She much preferred that fact of life to be private. Ada blinked and then she remembered it. One tiny but crucial detail that she forgot to mention, forgot really. A little something that definitely wouldn't take just five minutes to get rid of.
Ada had always used smudge proof lipstick, hasn't she?
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They were most apologetic to the staff. There was barely a minute left until they canceled their reservation and the fact they showed up flustered didn't help. Neither did the faint lingering shape of Ada's lips on Yor's face. Tried as she may have, there was simply no getting those kiss marks off entirely. Yor didn't mind, but she very much did if she'd be seen with them. Breakfast was awkward to say the least with their host casting a few curious and knowing glances every now and then.
If the floor could just open up at her feet and swallow her whole, Yor wished it would. She couldn't meet Ada's eyes who looked unbothered by it all. Gosh, how'd she end up with someone so calm and refined? Sometimes, her own charm and beauty alluded her, something that Ada had to remind her time and time again. The back and forth display of affection– they couldn't get enough of it.
So it was no surprise that Ada welcomed the abashed way Yor looked at her down by the beach. The white sand looked like ripples, dunes of soft grain that their feet comfortably sunk into as they made their way towards the water. It was clear, reflecting the bright blue skies overhead. The hotel was kind enough to provide them with an umbrella, towels, and a blanket. All that was left were the pair to enjoy the said amenities provided.
While Yor was reluctant to do so, Miss Wong couldn't be any more forward discarding the shirt and shorts she wore over her red swimsuit. A color that was strikingly familiar to the assassin. She swallowed thickly, averting her eyes a little too late.
"Seen plenty?"
"Yes, Miss A–"
Seems that she answered a little too early as well.
Her face burned more in the sound of the agent's chuckle filling her ear, sweet and amused at her expense. That was fine. So long as Ada didn't reject her affections then this was fine. She's a little slow in the uptake but surmised that this much was fine at the very least. Another look at Miss Ada and she was sure she's seen enough to last the entire year of imagery. Now face to face with that bikini she not-so-secretly stared at she didn't think she could hide the red in her cheeks any longer.
Not when the details of her two-piece bathing suit were on full display. The look on Miss Wong's face told Yor it was a sight for her eyes only, not breaking eye contact even as she laid back on one of the sunbathing chairs beside the umbrella they put up. The bottom part's upper hem diverged into two extra hems that highlighted the woman's hips. The top's straps were more intricate, a little complex but ultimately overlapped each other that drew the eyes to the vague star shape just over her chest.
Yor could only distract herself by discarding the outer layers of her outfit just the same.
Her swimsuit was much simpler, derivative of her classic black dress. The top was a simple brassier with straps joined at her back. She wore a matching frilled black bathing skirt reaching midway her thighs. Her hair was worn down, giving her hands something to fiddle with as she sat there trying not to ogle her lover in such an obvious manner. She was nervous. Why was she nervous? She was just thinking. How pretty she was. How even prettier she was in this outfit highlighting her subtle curves, the tautness of her toned body flattered by the lack of garments.
She was thinking of Ada Wong.
So much so that she'd be jealous of the version of her in Yor's mind.
The assassin shook her head and abruptly stood, mumbling something about going for a swim. An excuse to rid of the impure thoughts that were yet to leave her. She splashed around for a while, holding her breath underwater to scream inaudibly before resurfacing as if nothing unusual occured. She settled to float idly now, thanking the cool waters against her still reddened cheeks. Even the damn cloud looked like– Suddenly a shadow casted overhead, and what do you know, her face just turned as red as Ada's swimsuit.
"You forgot to put sunblock on your face," Ada wiped a generous dab across Yor's forehead.
"T-Thank you Miss Ada–" Yor stammered, splishing and splashing upright to apply it on.
"Swim with me?"
Yor tilted her head, reminding Ada of a dog somehow. It was cute but she's not getting away that easily using that cutesy act. It didn't matter that they were on a public beach, Ada Wong pressed up against Yor just the same and intertwined their hands together beneath the crystalline waters. The assassin could feel herself combust from the inside out but managed to stay composed outwards. There was something that Ada sensed with Yor, something she couldn't exactly pin down. The woman wasn't exactly opposed to spending time with her although she wondered about the possibility that Yor wasn't enjoying this as much as she could be
By all means, the agent wanted a peaceful getaway from their jobs. That worked out so far as to say Yor isn't acting like a bodyguard 24/7, and yet they weren't any closer than Ada had anticipated. Ah, she was worried. This was their vacation after all. It'd be pretty useless if only one of them had any fun. The assassin caught on. Her worries smoothed over when Yor squeezed her hands back, pressing her forehead against Ada's. Her face was flushed, more often than the agent's ever seen actually, but Yor didn't shy away from her proposition and spent the rest of the daytime basking under the warm sun by the seaside.
Come nighttime, while Ada showered, Yor practically sunk into the bed she managed to solo. For now.
Confident that she wouldn't be walked on, the floodgates opened and thus bore fruit to the blushing mess Yor is. She nearly hugged the stuffing out of one of the pillows on their bed. She screamed into it, nearly tearing into the pillowcase when the sound of the shower running ceased. The assassin lifted her head, checked the coast, then fell back onto the sheets and rolled herself over it back and forth.
What does she do?
What can she do with this nervous energy bubbling out from inside her?
It's not just nervousness either, it was shame. A whole lot of it. She's a pervert. An absolute pervert! She can't believe she spent the day thinking about Ada Wong– in her swimsuit no less! She's a weirdo. A total weirdo to be fixated on another woman's body like that. She didn't even bother that fell into the raunchy territory, screaming into the pillow again before her mind took a stroll down her fantasies. Yor was ashamed of herself and she just wished Ada didn't catch any of her stray stares or the fact her bravado was merely an act.
When the Miss finished her bath, she found Yor sitting with her knees pulled to her chest, looking quite distressed.
"Miss Ada– I'm awful!"
She cried out and Ada was simply... Confused.
"In what sense?" She answered swiftly, letting the towel hang loosely around her neck as she stepped into the room.
"Well I–" Yor caught herself.
"You?" With a brow raised, she went to fetch the wine she called to their room.
"I.. um–"
'–was ogling you the whole day?'
Yor's head was basically steaming at this point, her fingers digging into gripped sheets. Under no circumstances can she say that! Ada wouldn't push if she clearly didn't want to spill. Concerned as she was, she knew better than to fluster Yor to the point of breaking something. Her strength was.. unparalleled to put it simply. Perhaps some alcohol could ease some of her worries though, whatever they may be.
She was acting strange, especially since this morning, but thankfully Ada chalked it up to Yor being eccentric. This was the norm and it's better not to question every little thing. What mattered really was that they enjoyed themselves more than the worry stirred by certain variables. Two glasses poured of the hotel's finest and Ada wasn't through her second sip when the woman beside her began hiccuping.
"Miss–hic–Ada."
"Yes, dear?"
"I.. really like you."
The corners of Ada's lips quirked up. She already knew that, but damn was it nice to hear it again.
"Really?"
"No–I love you."
It was the agent's turn to flush, just lightly, hiding the little smile behind her wine glass.
"I love you too," she mumbled softly, enough that Yor smiled the sweetest smile she could muster at her.
"That's why–hic. I kept loo–hic–looking at you. You're so.. pretty."
Yor sipped at her glass, barely any difference from when she started frankly. She sat there beside Ada looking up at her as if she was a sea of stars. Her eyes mapping ivory skin from one beauty mark and feature to the other. She was smitten and Ada could only sit there while Yor started gushing about every little thing she liked about her in particular.
Yor liked how Miss Ada dressed. So fashionable, so chic. She's envious of her sometimes.
She liked how Miss Ada was so confident, taking charge of any situation. She's so headstrong.
How she talked, sultry, sexy without even trying and Yor feels flustered even now.
The way she was there, catching Yor when she fumbled and letting her just.. be herself without judgment.
Yor liked Ada for who she is as a person and everything else was a bonus her whole being resonated with.
Her myriad of confessions made Ada squirm. Yor's always been chatty and loud when she's tipsy, but to think she'd talk her mouth off about Ada was not in her bingo card. Her cheeks could compete with the red sweater the assassin wore now, yet still drank wine and sat there as if this wasn't making her heart swell. It was just light-hearted quips after all. She just wished she stopped being so formal with her.
"And.. hic–you know Miss Ada.. I–"
Ada fixed her a look and Yor paused. There was something deep in that look, something that she picked up on in her state. She took a moment, her mind backtracking a little and her cheeks reddened even more if that was possible. Her next word bordered between a whisper and mumble, her eyes focusing on Ada's pointedly.
"Ada."
Another pause and Yor inched ever so closer, her words slurring over time.
"Ada I'm.. I'm no.." she was almost humming now, lips ghosting over the other's now.
"..better than.."
The agent could smell the wine on her breath but she could only inhale and watch her close the gap in between.
"..a man."
She says and Ada just swoons. She was already hooked from when she said her name. Then the look, as if Ada was the prettiest she's ever seen. Then leaning up and towards her for a kiss that Ada all the more welcomed. The glasses in their hands were expertly guided back to the table nearby with the assassin pitching herself on Ada's lap. Her hands, warm and eager, cupped the woman's face, tasting the same sweet wine from the other's lips.
Yor on her lap, her kiss, the touch of her against her body–enticed her in ways she didn't think possible and she was simply there to take it all. Ada was all for it, but something gnaws at her, letting her know she shouldn't indulge herself like this. Yor makes a move as if she intends to kiss her again but she's gently held back and away from the lips she so craved to claim. Ada is breathless, they both were, but Yor was also drunk off her ass. She couldn't do this with her when she drank more than she usually did, which was a few sips too many.
"Yor.. Kiss me again when you're more sober and I swear.. You can have as much of me as you want, okay?"
The assassin's lip quivered but she didn't–couldn't resist when the next thing she knew was a softness enveloping her head. She passed out with her arms around the woman, head resting against Ada's chest. It was fortunate that they didn't include the lipstick this time around, otherwise there'd be hell to go through in the morning. That only left Ada alone with her thoughts and a sleeping Yor on her lap.
She was thankful that she was asleep. It made it easier to clean up and put her to bed, covering her with the blanket. As she laid awake watching her lover sleep, Ada's thoughts went back to their little drinking session. She ran a hand over her face, embarrassed beyond compare. Yor can be quite forward when she's not thinking straight and that caught her off guard. That and she wasn't exactly used to anyone else taking the lead over her.
Her inexperience coupled by an attitude Yor unusually took with her was something that affected Ada greatly. With her cheeks flush, she raked her eyes over to her sleeping lover and silently, inwardly wished that she'd do the same tomorrow. Maybe by then, she'd come to terms with the fact that Ada Wong, top agent for the corporation–was actually docile when it came to Yor Briar.
Ada just needs to convey the intricacies of their intended dynamic.
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The day prior was a blank to Miss Briar. The night part of it at least. She couldn't recall anything past her tirade rolling around the bed. Was she disruptive? Did she break something? Spill anything? Did she say anything she wasn't supposed to?! It was eating her up trying to make heads or tails of her plight and Ada wasn't the least bit helpful. Contrary to common sense, Yor did not in fact, ask anything about it from the one person that could tell her everything.
Typical.
She didn't have the confidence to, because what if Ada told her she was being improper? The mere idea of her disliking her any less was a blow that Yor didn't think she couldn't handle. So, here she was now walking the streets of the getaway paradise, arm-in-arm with her lady love. No less closer to regaining a sense of yesterday.
Unlike their beach day fun, this focused more on exploring the other fun things to do on the island. She can probably take it easy today. Unfortunately for her, all that amounted to was wishful thinking. No matter how hard Yor tried to put it all behind her, Ada was front and center insinuating at something Miss Briar was yet to comprehend.
There was a constant hand to her back, her waist, her arm, pulling her along and guiding her through crowds. A soft touch to her skin into the direction she wanted her attention at. There was the mumbling against her ear, pointing at something the agent noticed, complimenting her every insight, making Yor feel so spoiled. It didn't escape her especially every time Ada held her hand, caressed her shoulder, or brushed her fingers against her cheek as she passed her by.
Ada was taunting her. Trying to stir some memories and perhaps invoke certain desires out of her lover. She dared not be direct, because when is she really? Opting for the most convoluted ways just to say Ada wanted her just as much. It seems that her plans were not faring too well as she merely elicited all sorts of reactions but none that could say Yor remembered their fleeting conversation, nor the things Ada wanted done to her.
They were back in the elevator to their room now, their jovial conversations falling silent about half an hour ago and Yor could take a guess as to why. Ada's been nothing short but accommodating–attentive really, affectionate even and still Yor couldn't be woman enough to speak her truth. The elevator ride was silent, deafening and the assassin's heart drummed loudly in her ears. They called her the finest of her field, killed hundreds if not thousands, and yet fear still gripped at her.
Had Ada shown her anything less than absolute devotion that she'd go as far as to doubt her loyalty?
Then, what was she even afraid of?
Ada sighed, disappointment evident. This time she didn't wait to get off the elevator, feeling rather sullen at the results of today. Yor watched her take a step, then another, and it occurred to her that if she didn't say her piece now she may never get to. She had to do it, she had to try, because what has Ada Wong done to deserve less than her best? And if not now, at what should be their present happiest, when? It all clicked now.
Miss Wong was a few paces ahead, about to leave Yor a step behind when a hand abruptly pulled her back behind the closing doors. Ada stood there perplexed, her lover's hands now gripping the back of her shirt. She wasn't given the chance to look back at her, feeling a weight against her back. She instinctively reached for the panel, pushing random buttons and hoped no one in the other floors requested this elevator.
"I-I remembered. Last night.. I remembered, Miss Ada."
Yor spoke against Ada's back, warm and sturdy, a pillar of strength for her.
"Miss Ada.. Ada you're beyond everything I thought I could ever have. Being with you, that's something I want for myself, truly! I want to hold you.. just as much," she breathed out, "I just.. I don't know if that's something.. I can ask of you."
"I'm.. not sure if.. asking, craving.. your attention was something I was allowed to do."
Ah. Ada understood now. Yor.. wasn't someone who grew up with the nuances of normalcy, was she? Affection, even at its simplest form, was something that she was not accustomed to having, either receiving or giving with the exception of familial love. It isn't far-fetched to assume that being forward with her was something that she not only has trouble conveying, but the idea of it in general was a concept foreign to her.
The elevator door opens and Ada holds her reply back out of courtesy. Just until the others in the elevator leave. Her hand makes a move for the button to their floor and the atmosphere stills heavy with tension. She says nothing even when they were left alone again, stewing in the afterthought of their exchange. She only grabs Yor by the hand and practically runs back to their room with her in tow. And the assassin merely let her, caught up in her own emotions and the haste of it all.
She was pulled and dragged, now pinned to the door that locked shut behind her. For a moment, the already tense air became heavier, this time laced with something that compelled her to stay still. They stood there, Ada towering over her, hands on both sides of her girlfriend's head against the door, anticipating the other's moves. Yor looked bashful, but no longer shied away from the feelings that Ada, for the longest time, wanted manifested.
Finally, Ada takes that leap and kisses her full on the lips, a gesture that Yor let herself sink into. The agent puts one hand to her waist, pulling her flush against her body while the assassin snaked her arms around her neck, pulling her even more against her mouth. Fingers danced on Yor's waist, rubbing her sensitive skin through her clothes and she can't help but whimper. Ada pulls away briefly, if only to tell her a few things.
"Yor Briar, my lovely girl," Ada hummed, drawing her hand from the assassin's waist up her cheek, making sure to trace the outline of her body. She pressed her forehead against the other's, sighing contentedly before continuing her little spiel.
"You can demand anything from me. You can want to kiss me, touch me, feel me against you and you'll have it. I'll just let you know if I feel otherwise."
She paused.
"..But right now–"
Ada wanted her.
She's wanted her for some time now.
A fact Yor was made aware of by the glint in Ada's eyes, the hands squeezing at her waist, and the leg between her legs inching closer and closer to her core. Her cheeks burned as red as the sweater she frequently wore. For a second, Ada worried they might fall to the same old habits, but Yor surprised her by sliding her hands from her neck to her hips. Fingers massaged at her flesh, a soft shaky sigh escaping Miss Wong. When she looked, there no longer was the clueless panicking Yor she's always adored.
Now there was something fiercer, honest, and eager.
Ada might just have prompted something her body was unprepared to take.
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They found themselves in the bathroom, a wordless agreement to cast their clothes. With it, all their doubts and hesitations, bringing the other closer to that overwhelming kind of desire that possessed them both. Ada stepped under the showerhead first, making a show of sliding away her garments and letting the cold run down her flushed body. She was divine. Skin that reminded Yor of porcelain with scars that only made her look more precious. Her precious.
She was awestruck, enchanted even, following her lover's footsteps into the bath running warmer with every minute under. They said nothing while they took turns washing each other's hair with Yor slipping a few squeezes every now and then, a tug, a poke, a touch of warmth that Ada welcomed. Her back was turned to the assassin who looked particularly transfixed with how the water ran down her back. A hand pressed between her shoulder blades, fingers tracing her spine downwards just shy of her taut ass.
She turned and they found themselves entangled under the warm drizzle overhead. The water washed most of the suds off them, leaving just a small residue that slicked their bare bodies in between. Yor had her arms around Ada's neck, a hand at her nape pulling her against her lips. She kissed sweetly, softly, much different to the handsy manner she took with her lover's body. She kissed at the corner of her lips, her chin, down the agent's neck until Ada was backed against the wall.
Yor pulled back a moment, finding it captivating the way Ada looked very flustered at her advances. Her eyes were drawn to the shaky sigh that escaped Ada's lips, the plea in her eyes, and the wetness that dripped down her leg. Yor pecked her lips just before turning her back to her and facing the wall. The agent's questions were silenced by Yor pressing herself against her, all the more arousing Ada at the sensation of erect nipples rubbing against her back.
A hand pushed at her torso leaning her forwards to the wall, the other held onto her waist pulling her back up against her own. Ada instinctively spread her legs at the notion of the hand on her waist sliding ever so lower. She was still figuring it out however, experimental caresses over her stomach that had Ada sucking in a breath, a kiss to her nape making her sigh, and a lick before a soft bite to her shoulder that had her whimpering. Yor had her pinned with so much as simply offering a glimpse of what she could do with her.
That's all she did unfortunately, so good and so eager to use her mouth because Yor wasn't the most experienced, was she? Her hands merely squeezed and groped, trying to be sensual even while a little clumsy. Well then, Ada just had to show her exactly where and how she wanted her lover to touch her body. It caused her no end of embarrassment standing here with her back turned to Yor, legs spread like an animal, and now reaching over and back to guide her hand between her legs.
While Yor was naturally hesitant, Miss Wong was uncharacteristically forward.
Yor had no wits about her in how to please another woman, much less touched herself at any point. Her hands dipped unceremoniously and Ada cried out. She jerked back her hand, startled, prevented complete loss only by Ada's firm grip on her wrist. It was fine. She was fine. They were fine.
Yor took in a shaky breath, kissing the woman's nape again. Her hand slid back down shakily pressing two fingers to Ada's core. She had to bite back a blissful hiss not wanting to startle her more. She was yet to get to the good part. Yor found herself running her fingers up and down Ada's slit sensually, attentive to the muted changes from Ada's body. Every breath, every flinch, every shudder and sigh bit back was counted with the only exception of her facial reactions. Putting forward her cultivated skills to a venture the Shopkeeper would never have expected.
Such a shame Yor couldn't see her lover's face while she touched like so, rolling that bundle of nerves between her index and middle fingers. Perhaps then, she'd see the glazed way Ada's eyes locked in at the sin between her legs. Perhaps she could even see the frustrated yet amused way she bit at her lower lip, simultaneously restraining any moans that could alert her. She didn't want to spoil the fun. Not when Yor was still figuring out the best possible way to get her off.
Soon, Ada held onto her wrist again, this time urging her to do more, press harder, be rougher and Yor could only fumble through it. Two fingers slipped inside her, hot and probing, scissoring the digits that had Ada's knees buckle. Yor had her though, arm supporting her by the waist while her other hand fingered Ada. It was surreal. Sweet, innocent Yor who would sucker punch her from simply initiating a kiss was now knuckles deep into her cunt. The gap between her pure demeanor and the possessive way her fingers toyed with her gave Ada much to be turned on over.
That last thought sent her over the edge, the most of her groan muffled by biting at her lower lip. Her head hung in shame and pleasure, twitching and barely able to hold herself upright. Truly unbecoming for someone of her caliber. When Yor pulled back, there was a string of fluid connecting her fingers to her lover's cunt. She was taken aback and Ada was too. One for the fact she just had sex, the other fixated on how taken she was with her if her fingers and the fantasy of flipping a switch within Yor got her off.
They weren't quite done yet.
On the contrary, Yor was just getting started. With a more profound understanding of what it meant to fool around, she was ready to face more coming her way. Ironic when she can't even face Ada. Neither can the other, still reeling from that unexpected high. The shower overhead had been long turned off, she hadn't even noticed, and now their breathing was audible, Yor's aroused pants reaching her ears. She was excited and she dared look over her shoulder just in time to see Yor looking equally dazed.
Her fingers–the fingers she just used on her were in her mouth, tasting Ada's essence on them. Her other hand was holding loosely onto the agent's hip. She looked like she was enjoying herself, even going back again to prime Ada, hands back on the wall and her ass out. So ready for Yor to press her hips against her lover's ass, grinding herself against her. Ada could only stand there watching her every move, feeling as though her legs were locked in place. Wetness dripped from between her legs again, the sloppy noise of Yor sucking on her fingers filling her ears.
Frustration was evident, the assassin helplessly trying to find an angle to work her needs off. Her desperation only grew by the second, her annoyed whines earning a dark amused chuckle. She wasn't that much of a tease to make her work for it. Plus, she's growing tired of throwing her moans against the wall. She stood upright, turned to face her lover and god only knows how weak Yor has Ada for her. The girl didn't have to know that though.
All she saw now was the false pretense that Ada was in control of her body. She was not made aware of the ache in between her legs, the lust she so actively fought back against. Otherwise Yor would find herself underneath her, recipient to her selfish whims. How can she do that when she was so eager to learn? So eager to please. All she had to do really, was play into it. Arms circled around the assassin's neck again, pulling her flush against the other's body.
The intimate proximity made Yor panic. It wasn't just the feel of her body–toned muscles and heated skin rubbing sensually in a rhythm against her. It was the way she came under her scrutinizing gaze. Now she couldn't hide her expressions, much less have enough composure to pretend she wasn't aroused and excited. Looking away was futile when Ada was quick with her hands to tilt her attention back to her. She pulled at her, wanted her touch, needed every ounce of attention on her, and Yor could only give.
Ada's leg was hoisted up and over Yor's shoulder that gave her access to her core. The assassin reached with her fingers, but the pressure on her torso prevented her from doing more. She looked up and there was a silent shake of her lover's head. Her hands perched firmly on the agent's waist, now leaning her fully against the wall. Ada's leg was in between Yor's now, only growing apart to compensate for the position they were in.
The agent wasn't the most flexible, so she was thankful for the strong hands that kept her from pulling away. Yor took her sweet time but soon enough they pressed at each other, rubbing at each other's cunts. Yor was most embarrassed, but the roll of her hips kept coming. She couldn't look away. Not when Ada had her head thrown back against the wall, giving Yor a clear view to her neck where beads of sweat and water remained.
An opportunity to kiss and mark her.
Ada groaned, her fingers gently massaging the other woman's nape as she feasted on her neck. Tongue swiped at her skin, right over the pulse on her neck that had her twitching. Yor's grip on her only tightened, likening her to some prey trying to escape her clutches. She bit a little harder, a little deeper, and Ada was squirming in delight. The assassin grinded against her even harder, finding a rhythm in their passionate embrace.
Something changed and Ada couldn't pinpoint what exactly. Between the impatient mouth on her neck and the eroticism down below, she couldn't exactly dwell on the idea. Going by the deep marks and bright red hickeys Yor placed on her though, she'd say she was enjoying this. Perhaps a little too much–
Yor held her with a grip enough to bruise, the pleasure overtaking her mind and her self-restraints alongside it. She pinned her down with all her weight, rubbing her pussy against Ada's in a way that had her seeing stars. Who knew that the great Ada Wong had a thing for pure-faced maidens that could make her feel like a slut? The caress to the assassin's neck became a grip, holding on for support as Ada too, began losing her control. She hissed and she moaned, whimpering in such close proximity to Yor's ear that seemed to make her feral.
If her grip wasn't forceful enough, the bites she put on Ada now were enough to bleed. Some small splotches of blood that painted her skin in a light red sheen as the friction between them intensified. Yor was almost there, evident by the sloppy roll of her hips, desperate to cum. Ada was too, remaining voiceless for the brunt of the assault on her body. She orgasmed first with her nails digging into the assassin's nape lightly as she did. She grew tense in her embrace, a rush of liquid running down both their legs and simultaneously offering a shameless display that only added to Yor's growing climax.
Yor followed suit, having just enough focus to keep her eyes open to see her lover climax before having her own. Her eyes shut tight, her whole body tensing as the wave of her orgasm passed her. She shuddered, twitching from the aftershocks, but still ultimately keeping both of them upright. When her vision cleared, it was Ada's panting face that greeted her, face flush and her neck down to her shoulders riddled with hickeys. Yor hadn't even noticed the sting on her nape until then, soothed only by the agent's gentle caress.
Coming down from her high, she was back to that docile nature, apologetic even presumably for the state of Ada's body. She tried to make up for it however, gently and sweetly coming over to kiss her face all over before pressing one full on her lips. Ada managed a soft little chuckle, indication that she wasn't upset with the side effects of this. Still, Yor kissed and kissed, looking up at her with those shy doe eyes.
"Yor.." she husked out and that seemed to take her out of her trance.
She looked awkward, but nonetheless remained pressed up against her, gently kissing at all the love bites there attentively.
"Let's move to the bed."
Ada couldn't stand being in this compromising position anymore.
A quick rinse in the bath was decided between both, albeit with more aid considering Ada's state. When the two ended up on the bed, the exhaust soon took over as well as any remnants of pain. They were dressed in matching robes this time around, with Ada's barely tightened around her waist. Nothing that her lover hasn't seen after all. She turned to face her, a tired but satisfied smile on her face as she did. Ada was going to wake up sore and aching all over, but that was a consequence she was willing to live by.
The other woman looked to be deep in thought. Her skin was glowing, well apart from the obvious bright blush that hadn't subsided of course. Yor looked happy, content even that Ada reached over to run her finger down her cheek. That got her attention, Yor also turned to face her as they laid in bed.
"Ada," Yor started.
"That was.. something I wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon."
Emotional, but also oddly sentimental. It got a small laugh out of Ada, an endearing scooting closer and kiss to her cheek following.
"You're making it sound like I'm not seeing you again. You.. are going to see me again, right?"
Yor went redder if that was even possible and she started stammering, tripping over her words trying to explain herself. Ah, Ada thought, no matter how vicious she was in bed, she's still the kind-hearted woman she fell in love with.
"I-I was just thinking!"
Ada decided to entertain her, stealthily making her way into Yor's arms as she struggled to explain.
"Thinking of what, hm?"
"W-Well, this is our.. Um, first trip together and I-I wanted to remember it fondly! It's not everyday we can be intimate like this and for so long so.. So I..."
She wanted to remember it in every waking moment she misses the woman .
Her words trailed off and only then did she notice how close Ada had gotten in the span of her rambling. Ada was looking at her expectantly, as if wanting her to explain some more. Obviously a tease. Her head was steaming at this point and she muttered a high pitched 'Good night!' before turning the other way to sleep first. That got a laugh out of Ada and be it as it may she tried to tease, Yor eventually did fall asleep first, but not before realizing she was being spooned from behind by her girlfriend.
They fell asleep like that and come morning, Yor was ready to take on a new day! Unfortunately, Ada wasn't quick to let go of that conversation. She would never pass on the opportunity to tease her lover, especially if the topic of discussion revolved around Ada. She can't pretend to sleep this time, not when Ada clearly saw her wake right in her arms.
"About last night.. You mentioned you wanted to remember this. Care to elaborate on that?"
"Well," she started. No escape now–
"I-I just.. I wanted to remember it especially because.."
"Because?"
"Because I'll–"
Yor wants to say she'll Miss seeing Ada and therefore wants to treasure this memory so–
"–I'll miss seeing your swimsuit."
Of all the things she could say in earnest she had to go with the dumbest one. Her face went beet red again but she can't take it back. Not now! Because then she'll have to admit she was lying! It was nonetheless a sentiment that Ada didn't buy at all and she only laughed at it. If that was Yor being roundabout with her feelings, then she'll just have to play along. She gathered herself up and over Yor's laying body, straddling her lap and sitting on top of her.
The robe she loosely wore the night prior had come undone, just enough to give Yor a good view of her chest. The one filled with those possessive love bites Yor laid onto her last night. She audibly gulped and struggled to keep her eyes up where her lover's eyes were.
"Darling, you can come and see me dolled up just for you anytime you want as long as I'm available."
The reply had her breathless. The notion of having Ada readily available to see her made her heart swell with glee, but that's not all. Ada spoke up again with a tone that set her cheeks aflame. Low and husky, she spoke to her, leaning down just enough so she could whisper a sultry reply into her ear. The robe came more loose, the hem of which falling over Yor's body as she did. She could feel a rising heat between them. Her heart was racing, not knowing how this would go.
"That's why.. don't think in past tense hunny. Focus on now."
She paused, her fingers dancing up the woman's arm.
"Focus on me, because.."
She paused again, her fingers squeezing at Yor's shoulder, her mouth tracing her skin from her ear to her mouth. When she spoke, her lips ghosted over Yor's with every word, her sweet breath intermingling with hers.
"..It's only been three days and there's still the rest of our sweet red summer to look forward to."