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“Aaand cut!”
Evelyn lets out a sigh of relief. She'd been watching from the side of the set, behind several of the lighting operators. Astra’s co-star is infuriating, has been infuriating her, with all of his insane demands and general diva behaviour, not to mention his odd complex towards Astra.
She’d already told him off multiple times - once when he blew off Astra when she was offering scene notes, once when he didn't thank a catering employee for his beverage, once when…
Evelyn shakes her head. That isn't the priority at the moment. The scene is over and so is filming for the day, ostensibly, if the director will be so merciful as to keep notes short.
She watches Astra walk over to the director, and she offers only one or two comments it seems, before patting her on the shoulder and giving her a high-five. Everyone else loves Astra, except for the damned co-star. Not important.
Astra spots Evelyn and saunters over to her, weaving through the lighting and camera crews to hug her. Her skin is a little sticky, no doubt from the intense overheads, but she's still absolutely perfect. Evelyn leaves a kiss on her head.
“Hellooo Eve, how was I?” she asks, parting Evelyn's fringe aside and brushing at her forehead.
Evelyn chuckles. “I couldn't hear you too clearly from here, but you looked perfect as always. Your co-star on the other hand…”
Astra puts a finger to her lips to shush her. “No no, nothing about him. That's undue stress for the both of us.”
Evelyn lingers for a moment on her crystalline magenta-red eyes, and then nods. “You're right. I shouldn't give him any more of my energy.”
“Mhmm mhmm! Now let's go home, I'm excited for dinner,” Astra giggles, grabbing her hand and tugging her towards the dressing room.
After Astra changes out of costume and picks up her belongings, the pair beeline to their car and set off almost instantly. They'd been at the set since what… Six thirty? It's been much too long.
But they also have plans for the evening, and Evelyn's fingers tap on the steering wheel in excitement as she drives. Excitement and a bit of frustration - traffic is a bit stop and go, and they've been held up by nonsense for long enough.
“Ahh! Eve!” Astra exclaims. Evelyn jolts up.
“Astra! What is it!?” she asks in a panic. Astra breathes out and places a hand on her chest and on Evelyn's.
“Sorry Eve,” Astra smiles sheepishly. “We forgot to get the groceries…!” she whispers, making a play-panic face.
Evelyn breathes out herself and then laughs. “I got them yesterday, we're fine.”
“Oh Eve, you're so wonderful to me,” Astra sighs. “Wait. Shrimp?”
“Mhmm.”
“Squid?”
“Mhmm…”
“Whitefish?”
“Tilapia.”
“Wahhh!” Astra exclaims. “I love you so much!”
Evelyn chuckles and grabs Astra’s thigh. “I love you too,” she smiles.
They pull into the garage and park, making their way up with haste. Astra drags Evelyn behind her and she stumbles over the curb going to the elevator.
“Ahh! Eve! I'm so sorry!” she exclaims, hugging her tightly around the waist.
“It's okay, just a stumble,” Evelyn whispers into her ear. She gives her a kiss on the cheek and they make their way to the elevator.
Evelyn relaxes against the elevator wall and lets out a long sigh. Astra raises a brow at her.
“What is it, Eve?” she asks, inching closer and laying her head against her shoulder.
Evelyn sighs again. “Your co-star, that stupid Dylant Rooftile, what is his deal? Even the way he walks pisses me off… every time I think of him I see his smug smile…”
“Eve… no thinking about him outside of work. One more week of shooting and we won't have to deal with him. Well… until the release,” Astra coos. She nuzzles her face into Evelyn's shoulder for emphasis.
“You're right, sorry,” Evelyn mumbles. The elevator comes to a halt and dings to announce their floor.
Astra leads her out and down the hall, unlocking the door to their home and pulling her inside.
“We should take a rest, before we start cooking,” Evelyn says as they take off their shoes. She sets hers nearly on the shoe rack and Astra does the same, much to her satisfaction.
“Good idea!” Astra hums. “Sofa!”
She watches as Astra skips past the kitchen and throws herself over the sofa back, landing with a noticeable thump on its cushions.
“I'm supposed to keep you safe, you know,” Evelyn calls, standing and walking over to the kitchen. She opens the fridge to check the ingredients.
“Hypocrite!” Astra calls back, presenting a thumbs down from behind the sofa.
Evelyn sighs. “You're right, coming.” She closes the fridge and steps over to the sofa, draping herself over and gazing down at Astra.
Astra gazes back and Evelyn loses herself for a moment just tracing over her features - her delicate eyelashes, the sharp, witty curve of her eyes, the gentle shapes of her nose, the defined lines of her plush lips, and the two little moles by each of her eyes.
“You're staring,” Astra teases, reaching a finger up to boop her nose. Evelyn scrunches her face and smiles.
“As if you weren't staring too, I'm starting to think you might be in love with me, Miss Yao,” she shoots back.
Astra sticks out her tongue. “Maybe I haven't been obvious enough! Come down here and I'll show you,” she winks.
Evelyn feels her face start to flush red. In a flirting match she has no chance. It had been that way before they were together and it's still that way now - Astra simply gets her too flustered.
“Y-yes ma'am,” she says, almost on instinct, and comes around to sit on the sofa, just in front of Astra’s stomach.
“Lay down, silly girl,” Astra giggles, springing up to grab hold of Evelyn's shoulders. She offers no resistance as she pulls her down to the sofa, only ensuring that her head doesn't smash into Astra’s.
Astra wraps her arms around her stomach and draws her in closer, until her face is in Evelyn's hair and Evelyn's rear is pressed tightly into the crook of her hips.
She tenses for a moment and relaxes as Astra inhales at the back of her head.
“I'm stinky, aren't I,” Evelyn bemoans.
Astra inhales again. “Nah.”
Evelyn smirks and closes her eyes. Astra’s hands tighten around her waist for a moment before starting to drift, upwards… upwards…
Her legs start to squirm as Astra makes contact with her breasts. She can't help but to moan out a weak “Astra…” as her fingertips ghost over her nipples. She's certain that if she looked down, her toes would be clenched tightly.
Oh.
“Astra… Astra,” Evelyn calls, more lucidly this time. Astra takes her hands away and lifts her head over her shoulder.
“Hmm? Not now?”
Evelyn shakes her head. “No, I just need to give my legs a break. I completely forgot.”
“Oh! Me too! Off! Take them off,” Astra agrees, letting go of her completely.
The absence of Astra’s touch leaves her wanting for a moment, but she picks herself up and unbuttons her pants, pulling them off and shaking them out before folding them into a neat square. She unlocks her legs and slides them off, groaning slightly as she pulls them free and sets them down on the ground.
She lays back into Astra’s embrace and stretches her legs out, feeling the coolness of open air for the first time since… Maybe four thirty in the morning? No. She definitely took breaks throughout the day, but they were nowhere near long enough. Still, sometimes it's all she can get.
“Any pain?” Astra asks, nuzzling against her face and leaving a gentle kiss on her cheek. Evelyn rolls onto her back and kisses her in return.
“No… well, not more than usual,” she admits. She stretches her legs up towards the ceiling and lets her gaze linger on her stumps. There's a red mark from the connection points, but they're fading quickly. It'll be gone in five minutes or so.
She moves her legs about to check for any stray cuts or bruises that she hadn't noticed. There aren't any, fortunately, but she's still oddly transfixed by the way her scar tissue flexes and pulls with her movements, and the way the light bounces off of them.
She reaches a hand out and touches her left thigh, stroking over the smaller scars at her inner thigh, moving towards the large burn scar on the outside. She rubs her hip, just feeling the transition from unscarred to scarred skin, how it goes from smooth and pliable to shiny-tight and… textured.
Her scars feel much nicer to touch than they are to have - and she recalls the many, many follow-up surgeries she had to release scar tissue, to ease the tightness and pain from healing. They're much less painful now, a mild inconvenience more than anything - reminders of that day, yes, but also parts of her body that are simply more delicate. But Astra likes them.
Her musings are interrupted as Astra grabs ahold of her right leg and starts wiggling her stump, and Evelyn has to twist herself to show her the look of disgruntlement on her face. Astra giggles and continues wiggling until Evelyn wrenches her leg away from her grasp.
“Sorry,” Astra giggles, wrapping her arms back around Evelyn's waist.
“No you aren't,” Evelyn fake-growls.
“You're right, it's just so fun!” Astra laughs.
Evelyn rolls her eyes and kisses Astra on the cheek.
Astra shifts herself on the sofa and pulls Evelyn in closer. “Can I go back to touching your boobies now?” she asks. Evelyn can hear the grin in her voice.
“Yes please,” she nods. Astra obliges and works her hands back up, softly kneading her breasts and squishing them as much as her bra will allow.
The kneading stops and she rubs her middle and ring fingers in small circles about her nipples. Evelyn inhales sharply and closes her eyes, savoring the odd - yet satisfying - sensations in her chest.
Her right hand splays out against her abdomen before she starts to creep it down, sliding under the band of her underwear until her fingers make contact with her pubes.
Astra continues rubbing her and draws her face closer, until her warm breaths tickle at her ears and neck. Evelyn groans out as her hand makes it all the way down and she starts ghosting at her labia. She presses her butt into Astra’s crotch and she hums out in satisfaction, her voice dripping into Evelyn's ear.
Evelyn presses her fingers into her opening and gets a dribble of fluid in response - an invitation for more. Astra suddenly takes her ear between her teeth and Evelyn moans out, and her fingers slip inside of herself, and she can't help herself but to moan Astra’s name.
Astra rolls Evelyn onto her back again and props herself up, leaning downwards to kiss her. Their lips touch and Evelyn presses herself upwards into the kiss, and her tongue presses against Astra’s mouth until she opens it and accepts her, and their tongues explore each other, and she hears the sweet melody of Astra Yao moaning against her lips.
Astra gently takes Evelyn's wrist and guides her hand out of her underwear. Evelyn softly whines in protest, but it's stifled as Astra replaces its presence with her own, pressing against her covered vulva and exploring the growing damp spot between her legs.
Evelyn grabs Astra’s shoulder and presses gently, and the pair shimmy themselves on the limited sofa space until they've traded positions and now Evelyn has gravity's assistance with kissing.
She presses herself in desperately, and Astra moans again, and her hand draws back to Evelyn's crotch, rubbing at her lips through her underwear.
The kiss breaks and Evelyn takes Astra’s hand and kisses at her knuckles. She has to lean into the sofa cushions so as not to tip over, considering the length of her left leg, but once she pins Astra’s wrist to the sofa her balance returns.
Astra starts humping at Evelyn's knee, still rubbing her, and Evelyn takes a moment to watch Astra’s pleasured expression, and she watches until Astra’s hand moves from outside of her briefs to inside of them, and her palm brushes against her pubes and her fingers make it to her vulva.
Evelyn’s eyes shut tightly and her head snaps upwards as the sensations shoot through her body, running up through her stomach and blossoming out as a tight, needy moan. All the rest of her faculties are dedicated to staying upright as Astra’s fingers fill her and start exploring, but then her eyes peek open for a moment and she grins.
“What is it?” Astra asks, pausing her ministrations but keeping her fingers inside of her.
Evelyn lets out a snort. “Your hair is still styled, it's like I'm fucking Astoria Yang, does that make me Dylant?” She laughs and shakes her head.
Astra purses her lips and raises an eyebrow.
“No work related talk Eve, especially when I'm inside you right now!” she giggles, moving her fingers inside of her for emphasis.
Evelyn grunts, her hips unconsciously following the source of pleasure. “It was funny,” she grins.
“It was funny,” Astra agrees. Then her eyes go wide, the way they do when she remembers something out of the ether. “Wait! Did you get the disabled parking pass for the shoot?”
“I'm not-” she starts. “I forgot to do that… I thought you said no work related talk.”
“I just remembered,” she shrugs. “Plus, this is more important than you know who. What were you saying ‘I'm not’ to?”
Evelyn swallows. “It was just instinctive, automatic, it didn't mean anything.”
“Instinctive to what?” Astra asks. She pulls her hand out of Evelyn's underwear.
“Not… not disabled. I don't know why,” Evelyn sighs. She looks away from Astra’s intent gaze.
Astra touches her cheek and guides her back to meet her eyes. “Are you okay, Eve? Do you want to talk about this now? Or later?”
“Ah…” her voice catches. “What exactly are we supposed to talk about? It was just an unconscious response.”
“But that means you think that, or something like that, right Eve?”
Evelyn’s stomach drops. Obviously they can't go back to… what they were doing, the mood is gone. It's her fault, for bringing up work, for having such stupid thoughts, for-
“Eve, look at me. Tell me what you're thinking, and don't blame yourself, okay?”
Evelyn looks back to Astra, and ambles to a seated position, dangling her leg over the edge of the sofa. She looks down at her prosthetics on the floor, gunmetal gray and gold, with Astra’s paintings of shining gems and jewels decorating the metallic panels.
Astra sits up and holds Evelyn's shoulders, bringing her in close until her head rests against her chest. Evelyn breathes and listens to the sound of Astra’s own breathing. She has to speak. Astra’s giving her space.
“I don't think… I don't think I'll ever be able to get over it.” she states. “I… I think I've changed, a lot since then, in so many ways. I met you, and you changed my life, you make everything better, a-and brighter, and more worthwhile… and I've met other people who I truly care about, and who care about me.” She pauses to let out a shuddering breath.
“I've been talking to Lycaon a lot recently, about our experiences living like this, being like this, and it's helped a lot too, you know that he's incredibly sweet, but he also makes me feel like I'm not alone in this.”
Astra strokes her hair, cradling her waist with her other hand. She stays silent as she listens.
“But Astra, it's hard. It's so, so hard living like this, waking up every day to reality after dreaming about being whole again, taking every step in fear that someone might find out, and then see me as weak, damaged, broken…”
Her words break and she just focuses on breathing, staring vacantly at the coffee table in front of them, the television beyond that, and the two windows on either side of it. As she stares at the hazy light she feels tears welling up in her eyes, but she sniffles and wipes them away on her wrist.
“I'm sorry… I always do this,” she chokes out. Astra kisses her on the head.
“Don't be sorry, Eve, I'd rather you let it out than keep it inside. Thank you for trusting me,” Astra whispers.
“I'm s-” she catches herself. “Thank you for being here for me. I love you.” Evelyn lays down fully on Astra’s lap, and Astra resumes stroking her hair.
“I love you too,” Astra whispers. “Would you like me to make dinner? And you can rest?”
Evelyn sits up again and shakes her head. “You were filming all day, let me.”
Astra grabs her cheeks. “But you were working too! How about we do it together? Like we planned?” She smiles coyly and pinches Evelyn's face.
“Okay,” Evelyn nods. “Together.”
She reaches down and grabs her legs from the ground and attaches them quickly, standing once they're fully synced and connected. She stretches out her shoulders and back, and as she twists her neck, noticeable pops fill the air.
“Oof, did that hurt?” Astra asks.
Evelyn shakes her head.
“Would you keep your pants off for me, Eve? I love looking at your legs,” she grins, standing and cupping her butt in her hand. Evelyn’s back arches slightly in response, and she leans her weight slightly towards Astra, until her breasts make contact with her back.
“For you, I can do that.”
After all of the ingredients are laid out on the island - shallots, garlic, tomatoes, the seafood, and the pasta - Astra grabs two cutting boards and knives. She takes the onion in hand and starts peeling the skin off, but her fingers keep slipping off of the smooth surface and she starts getting frustrated.
“Here Astra, it's easier if you cut it in half,” Evelyn demonstrates, halving the onion and slicing off the top and bottom. She hands it back to Astra and smiles as she peels them with ease, shock and excitement written on her face.
Astra starts dicing the now-peeled onion, and Evelyn directs her attention to the garlic. She pulls several cloves off, and then several more until she's satisfied. She sets them down on the cutting board and smashes them flat with the flat of her knife, and then pulls the loosened skins off.
The knife dances in rhythm as she minces the garlic, producing fine, even bits. She looks over to Astra, who's… taking her time. The bits are hardly even, but it won't affect the sauce too much.
Evelyn moves the garlic to a small bowl and places the tomatoes on the cutting board, halving and then dicing them. They go into their own bowl, and she eyes the seafood next.
“Done!” Astra presents, showing off her diced onion.
“Very good, Astra,” Evelyn smiles, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
“Yay!” Astra cheers. “I'm gonna cut the fish!” she declares, unwrapping the tilapia fillets and slapping them down onto her cutting board. As she starts chopping, Evelyn takes the squid and slices it into even ringlets, and then inspects the shrimp to ensure they're properly deveined.
As Astra continues butchering the fish, Evelyn takes out a saucepan and a pot, filling the latter with water and setting them both on the stove. She turns the knobs and waits until the clicking gives way to a burst of flame, and pours oil into the saucepan.
She washes her hands, dries them, and comes behind Astra, wrapping herself around her waist.
“I'm finished!” Astra declares, setting her knife down.
“Good job baby,” Evelyn mumbles from her place against Astra’s back. She musters the strength to let go and turns back to the saucepan. The oil is hot enough to flow freely, so she tosses the onion and garlic in, immediately spreading them out with a spatula.
She waits until they become fragrant and transparent, and then crushes the tomatoes in, putting the lid on to steam them all together.
“Astra, can you get the sauce from the fridge?” she calls, drowned out slightly by the crackling of the vegetables and the low roar of the fan.
Astra dances over to the fridge and pulls out the jar, skipping and twirling back to Evelyn's side.
“Kitchen safety, love” Evelyn reminds her, snaking a hand around her waist.
“I'm sooo safe,” Astra grins, twisting the lid until it opens with a satisfying pop.
Evelyn stirs the vegetables, Astra adds the sauce in, and then the lid goes back on.
Evelyn walks over to the spice cabinet and starts sorting through. Garlic powder, onion powder, cayenne pepper… oregano, Italian seasoning… There was that one recipe that suggested adding some curry powder. It's interesting, and it can't hurt trying.
She grabs that last jar and slides them all close to the stove, watching as Astra stirs the sauce. She slides to the side as Evelyn approaches, and she adds the seasonings one by one, before Astra stirs them all in and replaces the lid.
“And now we wait,” Astra nods. She leans in and Evelyn meets her lips in a tender kiss.
“We wait,” Evelyn agrees.
“Oh wait!” Astra exclaims. “Do we need to put the pasta on?”
Evelyn shakes her head. “The sauce should cook for about twenty minutes, and since the pasta is fresh, it'll only take maybe two.”
“Okay!” Astra beams, skipping off towards the sofa.
“Miss Yao, where do you think you're going?” Evelyn crosses her arms and tries her best to look upset.
“To sit down,” Astra answers adorably.
“So you were going to leave me to watch the sauce? Alone?”
Astra looks sheepish, grins, and then skips back to Evelyn's side, offering her a consolation kiss. Evelyn smiles and touches her forehead to Astra’s for a brief moment.
She lets go of Astra and leans over to the stove, taking off the lid to smell the sauce. The aroma has deepened, and she can smell all of the different spices, the garlic, and the tomatoes. She beckons Astra to come, and she inhales deeply before letting out a surprised “ooh!”
“Seafood when?” Astra asks.
“The squid takes longest, so we can add that soon. The shrimp and fish afterwards. So… in a few minutes,” Evelyn responds.
The few minutes pass and Evelyn turns the heat down before adding in the squid. While she does so, Astra checks the pot to ensure that the water is boiling. Evelyn stirs the squid in and replaces the lid.
“Yay! Come here Eve,” Astra giggles. She reaches her arms out and soft-tackles Evelyn.
“Astra! Wait! Mmph!” Evelyn protests, drowned out by Astra kissing her.
“Stay focused on the food, Astra, I know, but I need to kiss my Eve!” Astra does a strikingly good impression of her. Evelyn sighs and leans back in for another kiss. Astra smells subtly of the sauce, wonderfully fragrant. Evelyn pulls back slightly and licks her lips.
“Are my lips dry, Miss Yao?” she asks. She's close enough that she can make out all of Astra’s pores, and her bangs are tickling her nose.
Astra thinks for a moment. “A little bit,” she answers. “You need to drink your water, sweet Eve.” She pulls away and grabs a glass from the cabinet, filling it up with ice and then water from the fridge. “Here silly girl, drink, and I'll put the shrimp and fishy fishy in!”
Evelyn takes the glass gratefully. “And do you know when to put it in?” She takes a sip.
“Mmm… Yeah!” Astra lies. Evelyn laughs and shakes her head.
She walks over to the stove and spoons out a piece of squid. “You can put it in now,” she nods.
Astra cheers and grabs the container of shrimp, emptying it out into the sauce. The cutting board of fish comes next, and the cubes go in with a plop.
Evelyn looks down. A bit of sauce made it onto her white shirt.
“Sorry… Sorry…! Eve! Don't be mad at me pleaseee?” Astra begs. She puts on her trained puppy eyes and Evelyn has to try her hardest not to smile.
“I… am absolutely furious with you, Miss Yao,” Evelyn starts. She crosses her arms and turns her head up. “How will you make this up to me?”
Astra looks sheepishly, putting on an innocent damsel pose. “Well I have a surprise for you, that might make you forgive me…” She comes close to whisper into Evelyn's ear. “In bed… After dinner,” she finishes.
Evelyn feels her face reddening, but she keeps her composure. “Oh? And you think it'll be good enough to make up for this… tiny stain on a shirt I have ten of?”
Astra nods vigorously. “Yes! I hope so at least,” she glances back at the sauce. “Oh! I need to stir it!”
She goes to stir the seafood in and Evelyn watches absently. A surprise? In bed? What exactly does Astra have planned?
“... on now? Eve?”
“Ah, sorry. I zoned out. What did you say?”
Astra smirks at her. “You're thinking of sex, aren't you Eve.” Evelyn blushes again. “I said, ‘should we put the pasta on now?’”
Evelyn collects herself with a sharp inhale and nods. “Pasta now.” She remembers Astra’s command and drinks her water. “I love you,” she says.
“I love you too!” Astra responds, pulling the pasta out of the pack and shaking off the excess flour. She slips it delicately into the boiling water and dusts her hands off.
“Two minutes,” Evelyn says.
“Two minutes!” Astra repeats.
The two minutes pass and Astra takes the pot off of the stove. Evelyn holds the strainer in the sink and Astra pours out all of the water. Evelyn chills the pasta with cold water and then sets the strainer on the counter.
Astra skips over and tastes the sauce, lighting up after she's savoured it. “It's delicious!”
Evelyn smiles. “Thanks to you.”
Astra puts her hand on her hips. “I won't accept that. You did this and I helped.”
“How about… we did it together?” Evelyn offers.
Astra smiles at her. “Mkay!”
They each plate up a generous portion of pasta and sauce, bringing their bowls to the table. Evelyn grabs a glass for Astra and fills it with water - with no ice, and sets the glasses by the bowls.
She watches as Astra twirls the pasta on her fork and takes a big slurp of the pasta. “It's sooo good, Eve, eat! Eat!”
Evelyn obeys and takes a forkful, grabbing a piece of shrimp at the end. It's a bit spicy, but there's so many other flavours with it - the fragrant onion and garlic, the tangy tomatoes, the indescribable flavour of squid ink pasta, and then the subtle fishiness that the seafood adds. The shrimp is so perfectly cooked, and it crunches slightly as she bites down. It's wonderfully moist and has all of the flavours of the sauce in it. It's utterly divine.
“Isn't it good, Eve?” Astra asks, her eyes lit up.
“So good,” Evelyn nods. She readies her next bite.
“Do you remember? The day you got out of Pubsec after the Lady De Winter incident? You made this for us.”
Evelyn nods, her mouth full. She chews and swallows before responding. “I remember. We… we made it official that night.”
Astra beams. “Yes! I don't know how you never caught on before, but I'm so happy you did then. I love you, silly girl.”
Evelyn smiles wryly. “I had a lot on my mind then. A lot more than now, and you know how much we have on our plates now.” She pauses to take a sip of water. “I'm glad I realized too. I had loved you for so long, but… I was scared of so many things. I'm sorry it took me until then.”
Astra wags her finger. “No sorry! And you beat all the bad guys, remember? My Eve is so cool and strong,” she beams.
“I seem to remember you fighting pretty well too,” Evelyn chuckles.
Astra nods. “Mhmm! Isn't your Astra so cool and strong?”
Evelyn puts her forehead to Astra’s. “Yes she is,” she whispers.
“Now eat! It's going to get cold, and it's no good cold,” Astra huffs. Evelyn nods and takes a forkful of fish and sauce. It won't be any good cold.
The pair finish their meal and file the dishes away in the dishwasher. Evelyn goes to sit on the sofa, but Astra sneaks up behind her and grabs her waist.
“Let's go up! Remember? I have a surprise for you!” she whispers, her lips so close to her ear that it makes chills run down her spine. She presses herself closer to Astra and takes her hand.
“Alright, but we just ate. I need to lie down for a bit.”
Astra nods and kisses the tip of her ear. Evelyn gasps out and regains her bearings, and leads Astra up the stairs.
They make it to their room and Evelyn flops forwards onto the bed. The impact knocks the wind out of her, but the soft pillows caress her face, and she starts sinking into the soft duvet.
She feels the impact of Astra jumping on after, and then the familiar pressure as Astra climbs on top of her and sits on her butt.
Astra starts pressing her thumbs into her back, and Evelyn grunts out. Obviously, she's sore. She’d been standing almost all day on set, and then standing more to cook. Astra’s strong hands make short work of her shoulders. It feels nice.
She continues down along her spine, pressing and massaging until she reaches her lower back, digging her knuckles in and wrestling with the tight muscles.
“Ah…! Astra,” Evelyn mumbles. Astra continues. “T-too much,” she moans. Astra stops.
“Too much?” Astra echoes.
“I'm okay. Do you need one?” Evelyn asks. Astra rises from her butt and Evelyn turns over.
“Yes,” Astra nods, stretching her neck and shoulders. She lies down flat on the bed eagerly and wiggles her butt. “I'm ready!” she exclaims.
Evelyn climbs over to Astra and mounts her. “Where?” she asks.
“Everywhere,” Astra mumbles from the pillow. Evelyn stretches her arms and starts at her shoulders, pinching her tight muscles between her fingers. Astra is remarkably quiet, but she knows it must hurt, given how stiff she is.
She moves up to Astra’s neck and pushes her thumbs into the muscles. Astra moans softly and Evelyn feels a slight tingle in her stomach. She stuffs it back down and works down from her neck to her shoulder blades, pressing at the tender muscles until they start to relax. She presses at the sides of Astra’s back and she giggles, wiggling her butt slightly.
Evelyn chuckles and works her lower back, stroking up and down and making small ministrations in the knotted muscles. Astra had been standing for as long as she had, if not longer. And under the glare of spotlights no less.
Evelyn lifts her hands off and watches Astra’s calm, relaxed form beneath her. Her silky black hair is pooled to the left, making a shiny puddle of ink on the bed. Her back rises and falls ever-so gently. “Any more?” she asks.
Astra shakes her head. “I feel wonderful, thank you Eve,” she coos.
“Your legs?”
Astra shakes her head. “I'm okay baby. Lie down with me.”
Evelyn obliges and cuddles next to Astra, wrapping her arms and legs about her resting form.
“Do my legs hurt?” Evelyn asks.
Astra shakes her head. “Are they hurting you?”
Evelyn shrugs. There really isn't any point to having them on in bed, but they aren't necessarily hurting at the moment.
She sighs and sits up, unlatching her legs and sliding them off. She pushes them to the edge of the bed and resumes her position cuddling Astra.
Astra rolls onto her side and pulls her in closer, until Evelyn's face is nestled about Astra’s chest. She feels her face flush, but she ignores it, wrapping her arms around Astra and working her stumps under Astra’s legs. Having the pressure on them feels comfortable as always, probably because she wears her legs so much that she feels naked without them.
Astra mumbles a soft three syllables into Evelyn's hair. She can't hear the words, but she knows exactly what she said. “I love you too,” Evelyn whispers, letting her eyes fall closed.
…
Evelyn stirs, pinching her eyes tightly and then letting them open gently. The room is dark. She's still wrapped in a tight bundle with Astra, who's still breathing softly, still asleep.
Evelyn cranes her head to the right, glancing over at the nightstand. The alarm clock says that it's ten fourteen. They napped for two and a half hours or so.
She shakes Astra’s shoulders softly, and then a little harder. Astra grumbles, but her eyes open blearily and she yawns, stretching her arms upwards and narrowly missing Evelyn's face.
“Good morning,” she says tiredly, rubbing at her eyes. “What time is it?”
“It's ten fifteen,” Evelyn answers softly. “How do you feel?”
“Mm… A little sleepy,” Astra mumbles. “Oh… The surprise…”
“Do you want to show me now?” Evelyn asks. Astra nods and stretches again.
She picks herself up, and Evelyn watches cautiously as she makes her way to the edge of the bed. She lands on both feet and Evelyn lets out a sigh of relief. Sleepy Astra is a dangerous thing.
Fortunately, she seems to be waking quickly, and she goes to the walk-in, disappearing inside and shuffling around for something.
She re-emerges a few moments later with a wrapped box in hand, and skips over to the bed, presenting it with two hands. Evelyn takes it and places it on her lap.
“You wrapped it,” she smiles.
“Mhm!” Astra beams.
“Open it now?” she asks.
“Mhm!” Astra nods.
Evelyn’s fingers find the tape and she pulls it apart, delicately unwrapping the paper. Underneath is a brown cardboard box, which she places on the bed momentarily while she folds the wrapping paper and puts it on the nightstand.
She takes the box and pulls the tape at the flap, finally pulling the lid off.
There's a layer of foam packaging now, and Evelyn's stomach starts to turn with anticipation. She pulls the foam aside and…
It's a strap-on. The shaft is red and gold, much like Astra’s typical outfit, and the base is decorated with small jewels. She reaches inside slowly and pulls the thing out, inspecting it from all angles. There's an inscription on the ring at the base, and she looks closer at it.
“To Evelyn - I love you!
Astra”
She looks at Astra, still holding the thing in her hands.
“Do you like it?” she grins.
“Yes I…” she bites her lip. “Ah… What made you get this?”
“You mentioned wanting to try one a while back, so I looked into it,” Astra answers.
Evelyn smiles. She can't really find words to say, so she looks at the thing and back to Astra several more times.
“Do you want to try it?” Astra asks.
Evelyn swallows. She starts imagining Astra wearing the strap, her hands on her shoulders, pinning her down, kissing her…
“Yes. I want to,” she nods. Astra leaps into the air and cheers, and Evelyn can't help but smile.
“You know, this is probably the most… intimate gift someone has ever gotten me, thank you,” Evelyn laughs.
“Hehe! Hehehehehe!” Astra responds. She jumps back onto the bed and starts unzipping her dress. Evelyn watches, transfixed, as her outfit comes undone, and then off fully, and her precious Astra Yao is before her down to her underwear.
Evelyn’s eyes stay locked on Astra as she pulls at her tie and unties it, as her fingers undo her buttons, as her shirt comes off. Her pants are still downstairs - she’ll have to get them later. But now…
Astra crawls over and positions herself on top of Evelyn. She leans in close and whispers, “take off my bra, one hand.”
Evelyn nods and reaches around Astra’s back. She's practised the motions enough times, but she's so overtaken that she fumbles with the clips. Eventually she finds her bearings and the bra comes lose, and she pulls it off of her with worshipful hands.
“Good girl,” Astra whispers, and Evelyn trembles and closes her eyes.
“Kiss me… Please…” she moans, and she feels Astra’s lips against her, pressing into her and pushing her head against the headboard.
Astra’s tongue comes out to greet her, and her hand clutches her wrist, pinning it beside her head.
Evelyn moans out and intertwines her tongue with Astra’s, breathing out heavily as Astra tightens her grip around her wrist.
She draws back and Evelyn moans softly, begging for more.
“Astra…”
But Astra sneaks her hands behind Evelyn's back, so she lifts herself to give her enough clearance. Astra quickly unlatches Evelyn's bra and pulls it free, and Evelyn gasps for a moment as Astra just looks at her, at her breasts, at her scarred torso, and pausing when she gets to Evelyn's covered crotch.
She feels Astra’s reverence and love, but also the touch of lascivious desire in her eyes. She thinks to ask Astra why she got to use two hands for her bra, but her thoughts are interrupted as Astra plunges down and bites at her breast.
She groans and clutches at Astra’s back, digging her nails in - not too hard, but hard enough. Astra moans with her breast in her mouth, and she bites down a little harder and sucks. Evelyn claws harder in response and Astra sucks harder at that.
Astra moves to her nipple and gives it a gentle kiss. It shoots electricity through her, her nipples are so sensitive, and makes her writhe beneath her grasp.
Astra buries her face between her boobs and kisses at her chest, and moves her face down, leaving a trail of hickeys as she goes. Her hand grabs Evelyn's left breast and squeezes it softly, and Evelyn can only stroke Astra’s shoulders as she anticipates what's next.
Astra reaches her scarred midriff and traces the pale pink lines, kissing each one tenderly. Her larger, thicker scars get more kisses, and Evelyn smiles as Astra leaves a smooch on the largest scar across her abs. It's become a ritual, Astra’s scar worshipping, and it's worked - Evelyn associates them more with Astra’s love than with the shrapnel, blasts, cuts, and stabs that put them there.
Her hand goes to Astra’s head and grabs her hair, firmly but gently. Astra moans and pulls away, and Evelyn feels a hot throbbing in her crotch.
Astra recovers and grabs Evelyn's hips, biting at the soft skin there and trailing down to her thighs. She parts Evelyn's legs with a wanting glint in her eyes and bites down at her inner thigh.
Evelyn cries out and trembles, but Astra holds on firmly. She bites and sucks until Evelyn stops trembling, and then she moves to a different spot.
Evelyn forces her eyes open to look down and she sees Astra suckling at her thigh, but also the collage of red marks along her body, all down her chest and stomach and hips and legs. Astra meets her gaze and smiles, before nestling her face between her legs and kissing at her vulva.
Evelyn grips the duvet tightly as she tries to keep herself under control. If she moves too much it would throw Astra off, but she's barely able to keep herself still. Astra licks at her folds, and her tongue and hot breath between her legs sends shivers through her stomach.
Her tongue slips between her lips, slips inside, and Evelyn cries out and arches her back. Astra pulls back and Evelyn collapses to the bed, breathing heavily, panting out, blissed out.
“Mm… You always taste so nice,” Astra coos, licking her lips dramatically. “How do you feel, silly girl?”
The aftershocks course through her and she moans again. “I feel amazing… you're so good…”
A trickle of guilt enters her mind at the thought that she can't make Astra feel like this. But Astra had told her early on, “making you feel good makes me feel good, that's what I like.” So she shoves the guilt away and focuses back on the current moment, on the current Astra smiling softly down at her.
“Do you have your breath back?” Astra asks.
“Hmm? Yes, I…” and Evelyn is interrupted once more as Astra rubs against Evelyn's vulva. She leans in close again and kisses her cheek, working downwards to her neck and then biting. Evelyn groans and pants as Astra leaves another mark, and then another, and then anoth-
And then her fingers slip inside of her and Evelyn cries out, her eyes rolling back with pleasure. Astra goes deeper and deeper and curls her fingers, and lightning courses through her as her short legs convulse and thrash.
Astra bites her earlobe and slips another finger inside, and Evelyn feels herself leaking, warm fluid dripping down her crotch, coupled with the familiar, wet sound as Astra continues fingering her and then…
She pulls out. And Evelyn gasps for air, her legs shaking slightly. She opens her eyes to see Astra licking her fluids off of her fingers, and the sight induces more trembles, more heat between her legs.
“Why did you stop…” Evelyn begs. She looks at Astra’s body with needy desire, needing to have her body pressed against hers, to have her lips pressing against her skin, to have her inside of her.
“Because…” Astra pauses, picking up the strap. “Of this.”
“Oh…” Evelyn gasps.
“Mhm,” Astra grins slyly. “Be right back, wait for me, my Eve.” She boops her on the nose and hops off the bed, skipping towards the bathroom, strap in hand.
Evelyn brings her left hand to her vulva and slips her two flesh fingers inside. No matter what she does, it's never as good as when Astra does it. She tries adding her metallic middle finger inside, but it doesn't do much either except make her feel filled. She's going to have to clean her prosthetics later.
She pulls her pinky and ring finger out and dips her middle and index fingers in. They're slightly cold, and the polished metal is mildly uncomfortable. She pulls her hand out and sniffs it.
“I'm back!” Astra cheers jumping out of the bathroom.
Evelyn looks to her and gasps. Her panties are gone, and in their place lies the strap, long and curved and bold, and most importantly, on Astra.
“You weren't very patient, were you Eve?” She grins.
“I can't figure out how you do it so well,” Evelyn frowns. “You have so much power over me.”
Astra hops back onto the bed. “That's right silly girl, are you ready?”
Evelyn nods slowly, eyes locked onto Astra. She's so incredibly hot, so utterly perfect, and Evelyn wonders again how she ever landed Astra Yao. According to Astra it's her thoroughness, skillfulness, caution, gentle heart, emotional openness, pretty face, and great body. Evelyn chuckles at the thought. Some of them might just be flattery, but they do complement each other very well, filling in for the others’ weaknesses and emphasizing the others’ strengths. She can't imagine a better partner than Astra.
Her musing is interrupted by Astra stroking a finger over her cheek.
“What are you thinking about, sweet Eve?” she asks. Her hand falls and settles on her left leg, her fingers tip-tapping at her burn scars.
“Just how perfect you are for me, and how much I love you,” Evelyn smiles, taking Astra’s face in her own hand. Astra nuzzles into the touch and kisses her palm.
“I love you too, my perfect Evelyn.” She takes Evelyn's hand in hers and pulls it away. “Now, are you ready to be pegged?”
Evelyn bursts out laughing, folding over and wheezing softly. It's not even that funny, she knows that, but something about the tonal shift is just ridiculous enough. Astra joins in laughing too, and her light, bell-like laughter fills her ears.
“Yes…” Evelyn clears her throat. “I'm ready.”
Astra grins and climbs over her, reaching into the nightstand drawer and pulling out the bottle of lube. “We'll start slowly, okay?” she says, squeezing out a generous amount of the clear gel onto the strap appendage.
Evelyn nods. She looks at the thing again and considers it going inside her. It isn't one of those terrible ones with veins and texture and whatnot, it's quite simple and… gentle looking. But it's still long, and quite big, and she has no idea how it'll all fit inside of her, let alone feel good.
She inhales and tenses her muscles, then exhales, releasing them.
“I'm ready,” she announces.
Astra nestles herself between her legs, angling her hips so that the faux-penis lines up with her entrance. She looks down and parts her labia to help Astra’s task, shivering slightly as the room-temperature lube makes contact with her lips. Astra pauses, but Evelyn nods to continue, so she goes in deeper, and Evelyn can feel the silicone inside of her, pushing against her walls. She bites her lip and winces slightly as it makes its way inside, sliding further and further until Astra stops.
“How does that feel?” Astra asks breathlessly. She's flushed pink in the cheeks and breathing heavily.
“It hurt a little going in, but not necessarily in a bad way,” she answers.
“Continue?”
“Mhm.”
Astra grabs Evelyn's right leg and puts it over her shoulder, the little bit of calf that she has resting just over her collarbone. Then she grabs her left leg and props the stump against the side of her chest. She pulls her hips back slightly and Evelyn tenses as the dildo slides within her, and then gasps out as Astra thrusts back in.
Astra starts slowly and the pleasure builds with her pace, the filing feeling coming over and over again. As she relaxes her muscles, the pain begins to subside, and sparks start to emanate from her crotch.
Astra regrips her legs and pushes in again, at a slightly different angle, and Evelyn moans out hard. “Nngh… Ah…! A-Astra,” she gasps, losing lucidity, losing clarity as Astra fucks her. The feeling is blindingly pleasurable, the same sort as when Astra fingers her and hits that spot, only it's a much larger and longer thing hitting it now.
Astra’s thrusting faster now, finding a comfortable rhythm, and each time she goes her breasts hit her legs. Evelyn finds herself watching them as Astra works her magic - the sight of Astra’s incredible concentration, her great body, Evelyn's own short, scarred legs in her grasp, and the series of straps around Astra’s hips all painting an erotic scene for her eyes alone.
Astra pauses and finds a slower rhythm, pushing in with more force in the place of the lost speed. It feels incredible, and Evelyn finds herself grabbing for the pillow next to her to clench her fists around as the pleasure permeates her body.
Astra’s soft grunts and moans fill the air as she continues moving. She seems so focused on getting the motion right - and she certainly is - and Evelyn breathes out hard, her eyes lidding with pleasure.
Evelyn’s head lolls back onto the pillow, and she continues gasping and moaning as Astra continues. Her hand drifts up to her chest and she finds herself rubbing her nipple between her fingers.
Her nipples have always been sensitive, usually too much so to be pleasurable, but somehow being fucked in this way makes the touch not so painful, enjoyable even. She continues playing with it, experimenting with pressure and pain as Astra keeps on steadily. A little bit of pain is quite nice, actually.
Astra pauses her thrusting and puts a finger up.
“Hold on… Ough…” She gasps, her chest heaving. “The motion is a little weird, I think I'm getting tired.”
Evelyn chuckles. “We can… stop this then… I've enjoyed it,” she says breathily. She moans out again as Astra pulls herself out of her and flops onto the bed.
“Yay… I need to practise,” Astra sighs. “You liked it?”
Evelyn nods. “A lot. It feels… really good. You're really good at it.”
Astra grins. “I'm glad. Give me a second.”
Evelyn watches amusedly as Astra collects herself, and her breaths slowly shift from heaves back into regular breaths. Her eyes focus on her face for a moment, and then trace the angles of her collarbone, and the curve of her breasts, and the slight pudge in her stomach, and… Oh.
That's a lot of fluid, Evelyn realizes, staring at the glistening, dripping wet dildo. She reaches down between her legs and feels the duvet sopping wet. She left a puddle.
“You did really good,” Evelyn raises a brow. “Look at this.”
Astra rises and twists herself to look at the offending article. Evelyn laughs as Astra’s eyes go wide.
“Oohhhhhh. I should have gotten a towel.” She glances down at the dildo and the generous amount of Evelyn's fluids on her body. “It's already messy, should I finish you off?” She starts undoing the buckles as she speaks.
Evelyn savours the way she says that. Finish me off. “Yes please,” she nods. “Do you have the energy?”
“To finger you?” Astra rolls her eyes. “I could do that in my sleep, Eve!” She sticks her tongue out and grins.
Before Evelyn can think of a witty comeback, Astra clambers over her and presses her knee into her wet, wet crotch, meeting her groan with a kiss.
Evelyn moans into Astra’s mouth, and kisses at her again and again, just savoring the feeling of her plump, slightly chapped lips, and the occasional bite of teeth as they rediscover each others’ mouths.
Astra presses her knee harder into Evelyn's vulva and she squirms, moaning louder into Astra’s mouth. Astra snakes her arm out until her hand meets Evelyn's, and she intertwines her fingers with Evelyn's, with both the metal and flesh fingers, and rubs her thumb gently against the scarred parts of her hand.
Astra releases her grip and slides up Evelyn's left arm, touching against the burn scars that cover the majority of that arm. The touch is muted in some areas by nerve damage, but Astra knows where to touch - at the inside of her elbow, just below the bone.
The touch brings pleasant tingles and Evelyn tries to move her arm, but Astra grabs her wrist and pins it down. With their lips still locked, she brings her other hand down between Evelyn's legs and replaces her knee with it.
She touches at Evelyn's labia, eliciting a moan, and then plunges inside, the excess of fluid serving as a generous lubricant.
She follows her fingers with her tongue, pressing it into Evelyn's mouth as if Evelyn wasn't feeling enough pleasure. She bites the tip of Astra’s tongue and starts losing focus as she starts moving her fingers inside of her.
Evelyn doesn't, can't know what to do, so she settles on draping her free hand over Astra’s back and pressing her closer.
As Astra continues her handiwork, Evelyn feels the pleasure build, until in quick measure, it reaches the point of no return. “A-Astra… I'm… I'm close…” she groans, and Astra tilts her head to bite her neck. Evelyn cries out, and in that moment Astra puts more power into the ministrations, until Evelyn thinks she's going to lift off.
And then she does, crying out and shuddering and moaning and gasping and cumming. Her orgasm courses through her in waves, and she convulses as her body directs her, as Astra fingers her through the storm, milks all of the sensation and pleasure that she possibly can out of it.
She collapses back to the bed in a heap, sprawled out and limp, her chest rising and falling as she tries to find a semblance of sanity after Astra Yao led her through an orgasm.
Her eyes fall closed and she feels Astra lie beside her, her face nestled in next to hers and her arm on top of her stomach.
“Astra…” she mumbles absently.
“Eve~” she replies in a sing-song.
“Astra…” she mumbles.
“Eve~” she sing-songs more tiredly.
“Astra…”
“Eve~”
“I love you Astra…”
“I love you Eve~”