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Firefly and Himeko should get along. Or at least not shoot each other a vitriolic glance whenever they meet eyes. And yet here they both sit, glaring at the other across the table. The bags under their eyes threaten to turn breakfast time to naptime. Stelle brings Firefly a cup of coffee and sits next to her, intently watching the dark brown liquid disappear as quickly as it was brewed. The grimace on her partner’s face begs the question.
Stelle tilts her head. “Are you sure you like this? The coffee.”
“Yep… Always percs me up in an instant.” She tries to hide her abysmal energy level the best she can.
“I know you like sweets but I didn’t think you’d enjoy something so bitter. Every time you and Kafka visit you want some the next morning.”
“L-Like I said, it’s great for the morning routine!”
“Indeed it is.” Himeko finally speaks up. “Do you brew your own when you aren’t here?”
“No I-“ Firefly’s attention is drawn away for a moment as the steps of Kafka’s heels approaches. “Ask Kafka to make some.”
“Here you are, Princess.” She puts down a cup in front of Himeko. “Just as you like it.”
“Thank you.” She takes a sip. “It took you longer than normal.”
“Had to help out our little star here and made one for her.” She looks towards her fellow hunter.
“I see.” She adjusts herself in her seat. “Now Stelle, could you leave us for a moment. I’d like to have a chat with your friend here.” Stelle looks at her as if she’s about to object but refrains and soon leaves. Himeko gestures to Kafka to do the same and she complies with a small nod. “Now that we have some time, I don’t mind you visiting the way you are. But every time you’re here I get the worst sleep I’ve had all month.”
“It’s the same for me. I have to drink that awful stuff every morning just to not pass out.” Both of their eyes are locked on, trying to intimidate the other’s soul into backing down.
“I think you and Stelle make great partners… but you have to lower your voice at night. It’s impossible to sleep.”
“You’re already an insomniac and way louder. Surely your Nameless friends have talked to you about it.” The fires are stoked.
“No. They haven’t. Kafka and I have control.” Himeko is already nearing her anger point.
“…I don’t believe that. Stelle and March could maybe sleep through it. But I’m sure they’ve all heard your cries.”
“And you’ve made Stelle produce unruly music as well.” They may both be smiling but…
“In that case I hope you enjoy the next concert. I’ll do my best to play some music that fits your taste.” Firefly slams her hands on the table while standing up and quickly makes her way to Stelle.
“You…” For a moment Himeko thinks about dragging her back until they come to an understanding but she knows it would devolve into yelling at each other. Kafka walks back over to her and plants a kiss on her shoulder.
“You tried Princess.”
“Please don’t call me that in front of them again.”
Firefly was eager that night and didn’t try to hide it from Stelle. She made her intentions clear early and often. A nudge here and there or a much more bold comment than usual. And Stelle took notice, heat was building up in her too. Once in Stelle’s room, the moment the door closed Firefly was already on top of her partner. She peppered her neck and collarbone with small bites and kisses while practically ripping the clothes off Stelle.
“Beautiful. Every time I see you like this for me. Just beautiful.” Firefly strips as well revealing her already erect cock. “And you’re already wet for me.”
“We normally don’t do this two days in a row but you kept turning me on.”
“Because I love you… and hitting all your switches. Speaking of-“ Firefly pushes Stelle down and her hand delves to her core. Two fingers in with ease and she groans. As Firefly’s fingers go deeper her other hand fondles her girlfriend’s chest, playing with the erect nipples. Stelle moans but quickly covers her mouth and stifles it. Firefly abruptly takes her hands off her.
“Why’d you stop?”
“You stopped yourself. Don’t cover your mouth.”
“But Himeko-“
“Did she tell you to be quieter?” Stelle averts her eyes, saying everything Firefly needed to know. “I see.” Anger wells up before she gets an idea. She grabs the strap normally on Stelle’s thigh and binds her arms behind her.
“But Him-“
“I don’t care. You’ll be my instrument and they’ll all hear your music.” She looms over Stelle with her cock pressing at her entrance. She thrusts in as far as she can getting one high note out of her partner. “That’s right. Sing for me. Your voice is perfect.” Tonight Firefly pays even more attention to Stelle’s sounds. How breathy they are as she slowly thrusts. How rhythmic they are with her constant movements. How softly she breathes when she finally gives her a moment to rest. But now the only moans that matter are the loud ones while she’s getting fucked. Stelle’s back arches and her body tenses.
“Hah… that was-“
“Only the first one.” The hunter continues, hardly skipping a beat.
“Wai- AIT!” Stelle was loud. Loud enough that she knows at least someone else on the Express heard.
“There you go. Keep that up.” Firefly grinds against her deepest parts.
“Ah! S-Sto-! AH!”
“Music to my ears.” Stelle’s whimpering adds more fuel to her flame. Firefly can’t help but feel a twisted pleasure from driving Stelle mad. Making her sing was just to anger Himeko. She shouldn’t want more. She really should just let Stelle rest. But she wouldn’t give this up for anything. “You’re so tight right now. Like you were made for me.” Firefly kisses her, letting Stelle’s moans reverberate through her, her cock swelling in response. She hugs her girlfriend as she finishes inside her. Firefly finally backs up, both of them breathing heavily though Stelle’s body is shuddering.
“Sorry for going so hard on you.” She wraps her girlfriend a much more gentle hug this time, hands delicately wrapped around her stomach.
“It’s fine… I’m just drained now.” She leans back onto Firefly.
“We should get cleaned up now then-“
“Kafka!” A cry that could only come from Himeko reaches their ears.
“…sleep.” The fire in the hunter’s eyes lights up again. She refuses to be outdone. She refuses to let Stelle be upstaged. Not after all she did to hear her voice. They both look at each other and Stelle already knows what’s about to happen.
“Ah! Fl-Fly- Slow do-OWN!” She doesn’t really know why she’s using her energy trying to protest.
“Louder. For me.” She whispers. Her eyes pierce through any defense Stelle could muster. The small nod she gets from her trailblazing partner is all the go-ahead she needs to ramp up even further. Both of them heat up, neither holding back. Stelle’s pleasurable cries drive Firefly into coaxing more out of her. Together they drown out any cries from Himeko, engrossed in each other. With their hands entwined they cry out in unison as they climax.
“That… was a lot.” Stelle, completely drained, is sprawled on the bed. She’s hardly keeping herself awake now.
“It was. And you did so well for me.” Firefly takes her spot next to her and they both get as much sleep as they can.
They wake up to violent knocking at Stelle’s door, loud and fast enough to know whoever’s doing it must’ve hurt their hand a little bit. Firefly forces herself out of bed, she wants to sleep in with Stelle more but the rapid knocking has no chance of stopping. She opens the door-
“You two have a lot of nerve!” March is already yelling at her, waking Stelle up as well. “Sleeping in after you all kept us awake with your- your- your-!” Her face is turning more red with each attempt.
“What she’s trying to say is you were far too loud last night.” Dan Heng appears next to March. “The conductor wants to see you both.”
“…” Firefly turns back to Stelle and they meet with a guilty look in their eyes. “We’ll get on that now. Give us a moment.”
Once they reach the main cabin they see Himeko and Kafka there already with Pom-Pom yelling at them both. Himeko is practically trying to kill Kafka with her stare alone.
“You two started the second those two finally stopped!” Pom-Pom turns to Stelle and Firefly.
“Banned! Banned from the Express!” Pom-Pom stomps as angrily as their tiny body can. “You not only disrupted your fellow crew’s sleep but Pom-Pom’s as well! No Stellaron hunters on the Express for a month!” Firefly only feels the punishment is fair while Kafka keeps her unreadable smile. “Further more-“ Welt walks in the room with 2 big boxes and drops them next to Pom-Pom. “You will be putting soundproofing in your rooms! No more sleepless nights!”