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Two sets of furtive footsteps crept along the concrete path to the door of the motel room.
Keys jangled in a hand with mismatched black-and-gold painted nails, its partner twined tightly with the hand of the second girl trailing after the first.
One, all in black, fishnets and tall buckled boots, a long black coat with crow feathers tufting the collar and hair in serpentine braids twined with computer cables.
The other, in a short yellow jacket and chained white miniskirt, a distinctive winged yellow hat propped atop her pale-blue-frosted lavender bob.
Birds sang in the thickly forested hills beyond the road and cicadas screamed in the rice paddies east of the little strip town. Far out of Shattered Beast City, its lights glittered in fiery diamonds to their west. The floating Tournament stadium loomed even from here, an earthbound asteroid of giant roaming spotlights and booming, incoherent noise rolling distantly across the landscape.
They were still far from being out of the colossal, ancient crater that marked the borders of Shattered Beast Kingdom, but they were away from the city. Here was a land of snaking rivers, green fields, greener forests. Here they were away from the hustle of the city and all its myriad of prying eyes.
And far from DEMA. For now.
They’d walked an uneven zigzag of a path and left a deliberately muddied trail. Stubs of train tickets onward to the next route north, hastily stuffed in a wastebin on the platform they’d disembarked on; a journey never intended to be taken. Security cameras capturing them grabbing supplies from a roadside convenience store; witnesses to see two girls scarfing a quick feed at a mom-and-pop diner on the outskirts of a town they were never going to reach. A stolen motorcycle, ditched halfway up the road to a different town so they could double back through the jungle on foot.
Ahead, an uneven rectangle of light; the sign, Sunrise Palms, elevated above the gravel car park and unassuming rows of curtained windows of a little roadside motel.
A cheap single room with a double bed awaited them, at last. Unremarkably tacky. Nice, solid brick walls, though. No TV, no electronics in the room. Just a kettle and a toaster.
It was so quiet out here.
Lux let Jinx lead her, keenly aware of the goth girl’s warm fingers in her own, the damp of her skin under her jacket, and the keening of the cicadas framing the silence.
A stranger, nearly anonymous, just another one of DEMA’s escaped lab rats, like Lux was. The only real difference between them, aside from the location of their lab and the explicit nature of their awakened Soul powers, was that Lux was the daughter of DEMA’s elite scientists, volunteered for experimentation by her own family as a child…
…and Jinx was an orphan, another anonymous urchin nobody’d miss, snatched off the grimy back streets of Shattered Beast City’s urban sprawl. Stolen from whoever had cared for her before, and whatever life she’d known, to a cruel existence of white walls and pulsing machines and piercing needles and pitiless eyes.
At least according to her.
If Lux hadn’t been so determined to win the Tournament of Souls, even if it meant splashing her name and face defiantly where the whole world would see, she might never have caught Jinx’s attention, and Jinx, as resourceful as she was, might never have found her…
Then again, Jinx was Jinx. And Lux was Lux.
And now here they were, hand in hand, whilst Jinx fumbled with the lock to the motel room, swearing softly under her breath.
It opened with a click; Jinx ducked inside, and Lux slipped in behind her, locked the door and stood guard, staff in both hands.
Jinx shrugged off her cool crow jacket, dumped her enormous weapon cases and darted about the room beyond. She overturned the pillows, checked under the bed, above and inside all the light fittings and the smoke alarm, under the seats of the chairs, and all of the kitchen appliances, consisting just of that kettle and toaster. She tested the sinks, rinsed her hands in the trickling water and sniffed them, wary eyes narrow.
Satisfied, Jinx put something on the coffee table – one of her gadgets, an ugly little grinning alien with slowly-rotating antennae. Then she was under the bed again, shimmying on her belly with a grunt.
Lux resisted the urge to study her new friend too closely, particularly the distracting way her butt was wiggling about in her tiny ripped black shorts as she cussed and muttered and installed something down under there.
Lux huffed a little breath at herself, snatched her gaze away from Jinx and kept her narrow eyes fixed on the little sliver of window visible beyond the heavy blackout curtains. With a moment’s concentration, she pulled an old trick – kneading the light caught in condensation on the window glass. She willed it to lift away, forming near-invisible planes of hard light in the air beyond. Each of them reflected like tiny, ephemeral mirrors to give Lux angles to view the motel carpark outside…
The owner, returning from walking his dog and checking if the unoccupied rooms were properly secured, stumbled home on the opposite side of the complex.
It was the only movement.
Jinx finished whatever she was doing, wriggled like a worm out from under the bed – again distractingly – and bounced over to Lux’s side with a smirk.
She looped wire around the door handle and clipped something into the locking mechanism. A brief, static pulse hummed in Lux’s teeth, then passed like a spring breeze.
“Clear,” Jinx whispered, “We can get back to bantering now! I missed your pretty voice.”
Lux snorted softly under her breath, “What did you just do, exactly?”
Jinx pointed at the gadget on the coffee table. “Lux, meet Mademoiselle Benedict! So named after the eggs, dur, because she scrambles radio signals like she’s fryin’ up for a whole breakfast buffet! If DEMA bugged this place somewhere I missed, they’ll be tunin’ in to the 24 Hour Targonian Polka Hits channel.”
Lux blinked and laughed at her. “Nice. But I ugh, I want eggs now, I don’t think this place even does breakfast, thanks-”
Jinx was too far into her rambles to hear her. “Oh, and she screws with the signals from DEMA Soulfinders, too, so even if they did sweep this town, we should be off their radar for tonight. Soo-”
Jinx winked, bumped Lux’s shoulder, and bounded back into the center of the room. She flung her arms wide and flopped dramatically over on the nondescript motel double bed like a shot mook in an action movie.
“-relax and kick yer heels up, Glowstick! We got this sick pad to ourselves.”
Lux gave her an eyebrow, glance wandering over the yellowish wallpaper, psychedelic art prints above the bed, and abstract retro orange circles on the deep brown carpet.
She sighed in a breath of that musty-sterile motel room smell.
“I guess ‘sick’ is a word you could apply, yes.”
Jinx threw her head back in a whip of braids and gave a little cackle.
Lux staggered past her to the bathroom and peeled off her gloves. She splashed her face and rinsed her hands off in the sink. She didn’t even bother to take off her hat.
The face in the mirror was worn down from their misadventures, yes, but Lux wasn’t tired. Effervescent energy still hummed under her skin. Running, fighting, moving, an agitated momentum still animated her.
And so did a hint of a flush across her cheeks; a hint of annoyance in her expression, at herself, because she couldn’t quite take her eyes off Jinx flapping her arms on the bed in the next room.
Lux toweled off her face and wandered back out.
Jinx watched her come in with one sly eye. She crunched – a display of her wiry, muscular midriff folding in a way that locked Lux’s eyes to the crinkle of white skin around taut abdominal muscle - and started meticulously unbuckling and unlacing her long black boots with practiced speed.
A pleased sigh broke Jinx’s lips as she slid free of them, kicking them away across the ugly motel room floor.
The sight – and faint, sweaty whiff – of her long black-and-purple striped socks pulled Lux’s eyes down to Jinx’s feet, calves, knees, thighs, as she kicked her legs and tucked them up onto the bed…
“Sooo…” Jinx’s eyes flickered and darted like agitated fish as they searched Lux’s own. She hadn’t stopped smiling, though. With those licorice-dark lips, lips Lux had kissed clean of their lipstick in that moment of frenzied adrenaline on the train, after their escape from Evelynn...
Black smears still framed her mouth, breaking up its clean outline against her ghostly skin. She hadn’t had time to fix her makeup. Or hadn’t cared.
The flesh beneath her destroyed lipstick was still dark, though, colored like plum wine. Velvety soft with just a little prickle of chapped skin. Lux couldn’t forget the texture. The taste.
Lux licked her lips.
“So.”
It had been a long hike through the humid forest back from where they ditched the bike. They were both tired and grotty. Lux’s legs and shoulders ached like she was decades older than she was. Some of her Soul-healed wounds from the fight with Samira – and fresher ones from Evelynn – still ached or stung if she moved wrong.
There was no TV in here. Only a boring local magazine on the coffee table. Nowhere to go. Nothing to do.
One double bed, plain, but roomy. Surely they should take turns to shower. And then just…sleep.
Jinx showering. Letting all that hair down, water sluicing off her body, soaping herself…
Lux swallowed. Jinx was looking at her mouth.
Lying there, all night, next to her, her body warming me under the covers, her hair on the pillows, her smell on the sheets…
“…wanna play Charades? Twenty Questions? Ooh, or I know, Truth or Dare…”
Jinx’s playful, scratchy voice was just a little softer and more husky than it needed to be to sell the flippant humor.
I don’t know her. I know nothing about her except what she told me.
Her eyes lingered on Lux’s a little too long.
I shouldn’t let my guard down.
Lux let the air bleed through her slightly parted lips.
We both should sleep. We can’t stay here long. We need to keep running…
“I mean,” Jinx murmured, “Stuck here. You. Me. This room. What do you wanna do, Glowstick?”
Lux involuntarily shifted her legs, clinking the chain at her belt and the staff she’d hooked into its holster there. Under her tiny fighting skirt, the bare skin of her inner thighs rubbed together.
Damp. Slippery.
It wasn’t just traces of perspiration from the wild fight on the train, the hike to the motel, the humid summer air. There was a coiling heat down under her belly that wasn’t anywhere else. Her arms even prickled with goosebumps.
Her underwear, though, was soaked through, and not with sweat.
I’m wet, it hit her like a lightning bolt, I’m wet for Jinx.
As if reading her fucking mind, Jinx’s eyes slid down to look at the point her legs pressed and crossed.
She lifted her leg and dragged the toe of her striped sock along Lux’s shin and knee.
All of Lux’s sore, weary muscles tensed up at once, like coiled springs.
If she stops, turns away, if she breaks eye contact, I’ll let it go. But if she bites that fucking lip…
Jinx’s white teeth pulled sweet dark flesh beneath them and pinched it as she bit that fucking lip.
Lux pounced.
Jinx squawked as Lux collided with her and hurled her bodily back onto the bed. Lux splayed her arms, pinning her wrists in a vice-like grip.
She had only the time for an impression of all the textures of Jinx’s clothes scraping hers, and the searing heat of Jinx’s skin where Lux pressed their bare midriffs together, and for the delicious waft of her scent; cool smoky-sweet perfume and warm, earthy girl-sweat, amid all that leather.
She only had a moment to hear Jinx’s gasp of surprise become a laugh as Lux’s winged hat jostled her horned one. Their brims bumped together. Both hats tumbled free of their heads and off the edge of the bed.
Lux scowled, ducked her head in a brush of purple bob over Jinx’s face, and stole that laugh into her open mouth.
Her kiss crashed into Jinx, a messy smash of lips. She seized her pretty tongue in her teeth and sucked it into her own mouth until Jinx’s giggle became a muffled whine.
Jinx’s wrists twitched in her grip, her narrow fingers clawing at the air.
The breath washing its sweet spice over Lux’s wandering tongue trembled. The body under her, too. For a split second, Lux thought she might’ve made a terrible mistake, forced herself on Jinx at a moment of vulnerability…
That, despite what’d happened on the train, she’d misread her cues.
That Jinx didn’t want this.
Oh no, oh shit, what have I done-
The goth girl’s teeth scraped Lux’s tongue.
Oh-
Lux’s eyes opened to watch Jinx, her own eyes slivered green gleams beneath her thick black lashes.
Jinx groaned into Lux’s mouth. Her face leaned up from the bed to chase her kiss and keep her there, locked in a trap of plush plum wine lips.
Jinx slid her warm thigh against Lux’s buttock. She spread her legs and trapped Lux in the cage of her heels. Pressed their bodies even closer, belly to belly, pelvis to pelvis.
Just pressing. Not moving. Not yet.
Jinx’s face tilted. She nuzzled Lux, nose-to-nose at first, then sliding the sharp little tip along her upper cheek. Jinx’s moans became mewls, her long tongue stroking the inside of Lux’s mouth with soft, kittenish affection.
A thin gasp broke from Lux into her widening jaws. Just enough air broke between them for Lux to gulp out a raspy whisper.
“…I want…”
Her skin was on fire, crackling with electric heat. Her brain sparked and spat with wild thoughts, wild wants, loosening her tongue, making her heart roar, her admittedly flimsy inhibitions crumble away entirely-
“Luxie-”
“I want to fuck you until you can’t walk.”
Jinx paused in her ministrations. Her breath stilled. Her huge eyes, luminous, searched Lux’s own. She gulped air and swallowed, stole the moment to formulate her riposte.
“That seems counterproductive to our ‘run away from enemy agents’ plan, Luxie.”
“I don’t fucking care,” Lux growled, “I want you.”
Jinx’s smile slowly fell away. Her dark-lipped moue, delicious, fucking irresistible, suddenly combined with those huge eyes to give her the vulnerability of a lost child.
She looked into Lux’s eyes as if she could see her soul peeking out of them.
Lux’s fingers slackened, and Jinx slipped her hands free to reach up and cup Lux’s searing, damp cheeks.
“You sure? You don’t know me…I’m-I’m not a good person, Luxie,” she said in that soft, broken glass voice, “I’ve done things. Hurt people.”
Lux narrowed her eyes.
“In what part of ‘don’t fucking care’ did I stutter?”
Jinx snorted a dark laugh and narrowed her eyes to slivers again.
“Why do you want me so bad?” she hissed, “What about your smokin’ little groupie?”
Lux furrowed her brows and huffed out a breath she was sure would be steaming in the humid air.
“Jade? Again? Really?”
Jinx shrugged. “She’s hot, obsessed with you, and she’d do anything you asked of her. That’s a lot safer than me, Luxie, trust me.”
Lux paused.
Pushing me away, are you, Jinx? Just what are you scared of…?
“She’s a fan,” said Lux. “I don’t fuck my fans.”
“Oh?” Jinx raised a dark brow, “Who do you fuck?”
“I…” no one, Lux’s intrusive thoughts crept in, no-one, because I’ve spent my life on the run since I got out, figured out I’m not into men at the first leering glance, a couple of fumbling attempts with hot women in grimy roadside bars barely count, I don’t trust anyone, I don’t let anyone close, this is dangerous, this is insane, “…Look in the mirror and tell me the answer to that one.”
“Smooth,” purred Jinx, “But what if I was your fan? What then?”
Lux caught another frustrated growl in her throat. Jinx shifted, teasingly, lifting her hips and realigning their legs; Lux bit back a whimper as she accidentally dragged her pelvis across Jinx’s thigh. Her soaked panties peeked past the fold of her hiked-up skirt, and touched fishnets and skin…
What if I get – get my wet on her – oh gods – oh gods, who cares – I want her to feel it, I want her to know how bad I am for her right now –
“If you don’t want this,” Lux steamed, “J-just tell me you don’t. Tell me the train was a mistake. And I’ll roll over, sleep on the couch, sleep on the floor, whatever…”
Jinx’s lips hung parted, unspoken words on them. Her brows creased.
The hand she still had at Lux’s cheek shifted. Lux felt the calloused pad of Jinx’s thumb brush over her kiss-swollen lower lip and dip into her mouth.
She closed her eyes, a soft whimpering moan rising out of her – damn it – and her teeth plucking at the border between soft pad and hard thumbnail.
Lux wasn’t ready for the sudden glint of pale green Soul-light in Jinx’s eyes, the way she leaned in – and shoved Lux back into the pillows, just as Lux had Jinx earlier.
The thumb in her mouth was suddenly wedged under her chin, into her windpipe. Hard. Not hard enough to hurt or damage her. But hard enough to show her that Jinx was strong enough, and controlled enough, to choose not to.
It was the only thing that stopped Lux from fighting back. Instead, she tensed – but lay under Jinx, breathing hard through her nostrils, eyes flared –
But listening.
“And what makes you think I don’t?” Jinx snarled, leaning over her, the green eyes flashing. One of her braids had flopped down on Lux’s shoulder and chest; it lay coiled on her like a fat blue-black snake, “You think I let it get this far for shits and giggles? I don’t let people touch me, Luxanna. I don’t let people close, either. And that started long before I was on DEMA’s shit list, you get me? Bad shit happens to people who get close to me. My name’s not a joke, it’s a warning.”
“Then…” Lux pushed out through the pressure on her throat, defiant, “Say no.”
Jinx’s breathing came fast and hard, her ripped black tee heaving over her thin chest, “What?”
Her thumb slackened, just a little.
“If you don’t want to sleep with me,” said Lux, “Then say no. And I won’t ever bring it up again.”
Jinx held her gaze, breathing harder, faster. Lux could see her nostrils flaring, hear her breaths coming sharper and thinner.
Lux reached up and lay one gentle hand on Jinx’s cheek.
She was searing hot. Somehow, the flush across the tops of those cheeks only made her smattering of freckles, and the lines of a few little scars, stand out more.
“…Shut up,” Jinx whispered, her eyes darting around, “Ugh…why’d you have to be so-”
Lux’s heart, already beating fast from arousal, adrenaline, and Jinx’s mere proximity, skipped a beat.
Jinx snaked down and kissed her. Not hard, sloppy and fierce this time; soft, softer than she should have, her lips dusky petals folding against Lux’s peach. Her tongue dipped in, tentative, almost shy compared to her previous ravenous teasing. She slid it along Lux’s teeth and tongue in a caress.
Lux’s heart swelled in her chest with a heat, a pain, she didn’t understand yet.
Her hands shook as they roamed Jinx’s cheeks and neck, cupping the back of her head to pull her closer – shook, but Lux forced them to be gentle, to match the way Jinx was kissing her.
What’s happening…why is she so…
Jinx gave a tender little growl and lay her body down over Lux, engulfing her in her warmth, the contradictory textures of her clothes’ supple leather, cold metal spikes and buckles, and the silk-softness of her fiery skin. Her scent, ripened by the sweat of their day’s wild adventures mixed with that subtle perfume, settled over Lux’s senses like a cloak.
Lux drank deep draughts of it, soaked in the new sensation of Jinx touching her, kissing her, slowly and softly. Like she’d not been touched or kissed, not in…
Not ever, really.
Jinx’s tongue lathed her wanton, open mouth as she peeled away, wet prickling kisses clinging to Lux’s lower lip, her chin, her jawline, her earlobe, her throat…
Jinx licked the sticky traces of the day from her neck and collarbone. Her teeth scraped her skin. Her breath gusted in a warm growl over the wet she’d left behind.
Lux tipped her head back and moaned.
Jinx’s quick, narrow fingers unhooked the gold clasp at the front of her jacket and toyed with the cloth knot she’d tied beneath it. Her growl came again, like an annoyed little cat; she sank her teeth into the knot and plucked it free with an animalistic jerk.
Lux couldn’t stifle a breathless giggle as Jinx flung her jacket wide and burrowed her pale face into her chest, muffled ‘rrrl’ sounds rising as she nestled between her tits and her collarbone.
“J-Jinx what are you-”
“Mmph, you smell so fucking good, Glowstick…”
“Ugh, do I?” Lux’s cheeks burned; she could smell herself, the sweat of fatigue, combat and stress drowning out her customary clean spritz of bright vanilla and apple, mingling embarrassingly with a hint of balmy scent rising from under her skirt; “A-ah-after the day we’ve had…”
“Want,” Jinx mumbled, muffled, “Want it. Want you. Want this…”
Her voice was getting softer with each word, but her nuzzling grew more insistent. Her face burrowed into Lux’s modest cleavage. She’d pushed up Lux’s sports top, exposing more skin to the cool, damp air.
“Lux,” Jinx mewled, and before Lux could reply, Jinx’s hands slid up under her top and cupped her breasts.
Lux let her eyes drift shut as she felt Jinx’s fingertips graze her nipples. Lux shivered at the cold prickle of the air as Jinx bared her breasts, her roaming lips, sucking, worshipful little kisses, the delicious scrape of her nose and chin.
The pluck of her teeth to rosebud peaks.
Lux bit back a sharp cry with a pinch of teeth to her lip and buried her face in the top of Jinx’s head, breathing the smell of her hair.
Jinx tilted her head and lapped at Lux’s nipples, grooming her with wild, feline abandon that made her heartbeat tick up, made her arch her back off the bed, eager, needy, a whine muffled into Jinx’s tresses of interwoven raven, blue and purple.
Lux slid her grip onto Jinx’s braids and tugged at them.
“Ah-” Jinx snapped her head up, “C-careful…”
To Lux’s shock, she reached up behind her head and unplugged the cables in either braid from a small socket, tucked into a shaved undercut at the base of her skull.
“Oh, damn, um, Jinx, I’m sorry, I-”
Jinx shook her head.
“It’s okay.”
“Did they…”
“Do that to me at the lab?” Jinx gave a small, wry smirk. “Yeah.”
Lux swallowed. Tottering on the uncomfortable question. Hell of a moodkiller… she mourned, but it had to be asked.
“Why?”
“My soul power, I guess. When I was a kid, my inventions never worked…” her eyes darkened. “…until they did.”
Her face slowly froze into something unreadable.
Lux froze in the memory of the awakening of her own power – the flood of blinding Light, unstoppable, uncontrollable, blissful, terrifying – her very Soul, unleashed…
Was it like that for her? Lux wondered but couldn’t bring the words to ask.
“Heh.”
Jinx shrugged and brightened.
“Now anythin’ I make has got a bit of me in it, see? And any tech I can understand, I can control just by puttin’ in a bit of Soul. Kinda like your Light!”
Lux banished the flicker of worry behind a wry smile, sitting up on her elbows to listen. Watching her beautiful face animate as she talked.
“DEMA figured they could control my tech if they controlled me…so they stuck an implant in my skull…” Jinx babbled, “Hah! Morons. First thing I hacked in my genius plan to get away from those clowns?”
She tapped her temple and wiggled her cable-threaded braids proudly.
“My own noggin!”
“Not just a very geeky fashion statement, huh,” Lux laughed, still struggling to catch her breath, “I see.”
They did this to her. DEMA did this to her…
My family did this to her.
Hesitantly, Lux reached up to touch Jinx’s chin, and the goth girl calmed her babbling, looking at her again with those big damn eyes.
My family hurt her. It circled Lux’s thoughts. They hurt me too, Jinx, but if I could…
If only she could kiss her scars away. If only she could give back what was taken.
She couldn’t do that, not even by falling all the way into those beautiful, haunted green eyes.
But she could give her something else, tonight.
“Safe?” Lux murmured.
“Once they’re outta me, yeah. Braids just keep ‘em from getting snagged on-oh-”
Lux tilted her face up and kissed Jinx, slow and sweet, on her plush, perfect mouth.
“Relax,” she breathed into Jinx’s parted lips, “It’s your turn.”
Jinx closed her eyes and gave a small, shuddering moan, “L-Luxie, I…”
“Shh,” Lux pressed a fingertip to Jinx’s lips in between warm, clinging kisses, “I’m taking care of you. Lie back.”
Jinx obeyed.
Stretched out like that before Lux, without her big chunky jacket and big chunky boots, she was a tiny alabaster ghost of a girl, whippet torso and wiry, muscular arms swirling with tattoos and textured with a few scars.
An eminently kissable tummy squirmed with shy need.
Lux, naturally, bobbed her head down to kiss it, bringing a giggle from Jinx, then a heated gasp as Lux nuzzled the tight bumps of her abs and wickedly tongued her navel.
Jinx burst into a symphony of ticklish squawks and Lux dissolved into giggles and pinned her down as she flailed.
“I like ya but do that again and I’ll kill ya,” Jinx groaned.
“Sorry,” Lux said, “Couldn’t resist.”
Lux leaned in again, softer kisses trailing along the pale girl’s abs. Her heart jittered with playful malice at the way Jinx’s skin twitched and shivered. She nipped at the rim of her navel, teasing, but keeping her word, and cast her eyes up with a truly devilish smirk.
Jinx looked down at her, eyes half-lidded and gaze heady, biting her lip again. God’s Eye, I’ll never ever get tired of the way she looks doing that…
Lux gave her sunniest, most gamine grin and slid her hands up Jinx’s thighs, thrilling to the contrast of taut strands of fishnet with warm, silk-soft girl skin, alabaster all the way up.
“…speaking of smelling good,” Lux purred as she hooked a finger into the inner leg of Jinx’s ripped shorts and tugged the hem inward, exposing black – of course – panties glued to the tantalizing contours of soft folds, just beyond Lux’s gaze, but not beyond her imagination… “…Mm.”
Lux let her thumb brush Jinx’s underwear – oh, she’s just as soaked as me – and caught a breath of her warm, musky scent. Jinx gave a thin, needy whimper.
Lux drew her tongue across her lips, mouth suddenly parched, oh my god, we’re doing this, I’m about to lick her, taste her, eat her out, I’m about to put my mouth…
She kept her ruthless sunshine smile up.
“…good enough to eat!”
Jinx whined like a kettle around her bitten lip. Her slowly writhing hips and tensing thighs made her a moving target. But not one Lux intended to miss, unless…
She looked up and locked eyes with the girl who’d shaken her world already.
“Last chance to back out, Jinx,” Lux murmured, thrills shooting down up her spine at what she’d found herself saying, “Then I’m pulling these off you and eating your pussy. Yes?”
Her adorable goth girl choked at that.
Jinx’s fingers shot down like striking snakes; she was fumbling with her belt buckle, cussing about too many belts under her breath, snagging her thumbnail in the zip with a curse…
“Fuck—f-fuck – shit, um, yes! Luxie…Lux,” Jinx growled, whimpered in frustration and need, “Yes.”
Lux snorted a giggle, peeled Jinx’s shorts – and her panties with them – off her wiggling hips and tight little ass, sliding down her almost incongruously long legs, leaving her only in her fishnets and socks –
She couldn’t hold in an airy squeak of thirst at the sight of Jinx’s bared crotch. The little arrow of dark hair still had glints of blue in it. The lips tucked in under it were a flushed lilac, delicate folds that glistened in the dim motel light.
Jinx, my Jinx, you’re incredible, look at you, holy shit, what am I doing…
“You’re so wet for me,” Lux murmured dreamily, “Oh, my beautiful Jinx, what a treat you are…”
Jinx shivered. She had her thumb in her mouth now; she was chewing at the tip. Her other hand brushed Lux’s pale-purple bob and its paler blue tips. Her fingers sank into Lux’s hair just behind her ear and scrunched nervously.
“Relax,” Lux murmured, “You saved my ass from the fire today. This is for you.”
She lowered her mouth.
“…and for me,” she admitted, and let her breath wash hot over Jinx’s gorgeous pussy before her lips finally made contact.
Jinx gasped and arched her wiry little torso.
Lux’s thoughts caught fire and burned away. Nothing mattered anymore, nothing but the tiny, helpless gasps breaking from Jinx’s gaping mouth, nothing but her humid scent in Lux’s nostrils, and the texture, the taste, of her dewy slit on Lux’s tongue.
Lux sank between Jinx’s parted thighs until she was lying on her tummy. She licked at Jinx gently at first, slow, light little curls and scrapes of her tongue and sweet presses of her lips – kissing Jinx’s pretty cunt just as she would her pretty mouth – grooming her folds until they grew plump and slippery under her attentions –
But the sounds coming out of Jinx, the small, mewling, adorable sounds, lit something in Lux that wasn’t going away until she’d tasted her fill.
Lux’s skin itched with heat. Arousal swelled and pulsed below. Slick crept from her soaked panties and glued to her thighs. Lux kicked off her boots clumsily and crawled fully onto the bed.
Jinx’s thighs wrapped around her head and crushed Lux’s face with relish into her lifting crotch. Trapped, her senses drowned entirely in Jinx.
Gods oh gods she’s perfect I want her I need her I’m doing this I’m eating her…
Lux slid her hands under Jinx’s ass and lifted her into the tilt of her chin. Her nose brushed aside her wet hood and bumped the tiny bead of Jinx’s clit.
Her shuddering squeak told Lux just what treasure she’d found. Her tongue slashed a long teasing stroke upward until she found it again with the tip, and her lover’s whole body tensed up.
Jinx, oh Jinx, I’ll give you the best night of your life…
Lux turned her head and gushed a hot sigh against her girl’s sopping flesh. Her hands roamed up and down those squirming thighs.
“Jinx,” she murmured, “Fingers okay?”
Jinx mumbled and nodded a dizzy assent.
“G-gentle…”
“Of course, my Jinx,” Lux gave her a dazzling, if damp and sticky, smile. She half-lidded her eyes and leaned in again, let her tongue roll against Jinx’s lips and parted them with the flat.
Lux stifled a dizzy, drunken giggle at the heady cocktail of Jinx’s scent and taste in her senses. She didn’t have words to describe it; all she knew was she wanted more.
Lux licked her fingers, and pressed them to the dripping well of Jinx’s opening. She trailed them tenderly back and forth until they were thoroughly drenched, until she was sure Jinx was ready.
She pushed one into the wet.
Jinx tipped her head back and sucked in a long gasp. Lux’s finger slid in easily, but she felt Jinx fluttering around her as she slid to the second joint, then clenching, nervous…
Careful, she’s tight, I wonder if she’s even…
Lux sucked her lower lip under her teeth and diligently watched her work.
If she hasn’t…if I’m her first…
“Okay…?” she whispered, eyes flicking up to Jinx’s face.
Jinx wordlessly nodded. Her hand drifted down, grasping Lux’s own, pulling her even tighter into her silky clasp.
“Anything hurts, tell me to stop, baby. Okay?”
Slowly, she sank deeper. She curled her fingertip against the soft walls within, and Jinx’s hips lifted in response.
“Good…?”
“D’worry,” Jinx whimpered out, “You’d know.”
Her hole squeezed Lux’s fingertip. Lux grinned at her, pushed deeper, until her knuckle bumped Jinx’s opening; then she slowly adjusted, and began a tender, pumping rhythm.
Jinx gave a strangled little squeak that caught in her throat and nudged her hips to the angle of Lux’s fingers. She clamped her teeth onto the pillow beside her head.
Lux hadn’t expected the wild firebrand of a girl to be so shy, so quiet. Maybe she isn’t used to being touched like this at all…slowly, slowly now…
Lux kept going. Her other hand drifted between her own legs, slid her panties aside, and dipped her fingertips into her own pink folds, teasing and playing in soft, wet flesh. Lux’s eyes fluttered, lost in her favorite tempo, lost in Jinx’s perfect taste and perfect smell and perfect heat…
“Jinx,” she whispered it, adoringly, muffled by her lover’s clit, nose buried in her pubes, “Jinx…”
Lux gave a broken moan and sank in again. Her second finger slid into the slippery sea. This time, when she moved her hand back, her finger slipped all the way out; Jinx gave a petulant little whine in protest, and when her eyes met Lux’s, Lux slowly pushed the arousal-coated finger into her mouth and winked her crowd-pleasing sunshine wink at Jinx.
Jinx looked away with darting eyes, freckled cheeks dusted even redder, as another finger joined the first between Lux’s lips.
Jinx practically gnawed on the pillow, now, dark brows scrunched, eyes pinched.
She was so fucking cute.
When Lux sank down again, tongue lapping at Jinx’s clit in long, flat strokes, the two fingers coated in Lux’s spittle pressed back into her hot, slick entrance.
Lux opened her, and pushed deeper.
And that drew a sharp, stifled squeak that broke into a throaty growl. Jinx’s back and butt stiffened beneath her. She was murmuring something in a language Lux didn’t know, the pillow slipping from her lips as she sucked in a breath. Instead, Jinx bit hard on her own fingers to keep from crying out.
Her hips gave an impulsive, undulating little roll.
Lux stifled her own whimper in Jinx’s moist slit. She kissed her parted, swollen lips. She tugged at them with her teeth. She drowned in the honeyed tang of her smell and taste.
Her own stomach alternated between fluttering like a trapped flock of sparrows and clenching with shock at what she was doing. Lux became aware of the blazing heat in her cheeks and ears – the way the patches of skin on Jinx’s thighs that had brushed her own face were warmer than the rest, because Lux was fucking radiating flushed heat – what am I doing…? This, here, with a girl I barely know, when everyone is after me…
But I am – I can’t believe – I’m doing this – I’m Luxanna Crownguard – DEMA’s prize pet, runaway, freak, asset to be reclaimed or put down – face down in a girl’s crotch in a shitty motel and it feels so…
Then Jinx gave another cry – planting her feet against the bed, dragging the rumpled top sheet with her scrunching toes and rocking her hips in an eager rhythm and breaking out of that foreign tongue into tender groans of Lux’s name.
…right.
The spikes of panic drained away. Lux’s pounding heart flooded with warmth in their place.
It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter who she was anymore. Who was after her or why. She could leave that world far away tonight.
The moment she’d heard the first tiny sobs of Jinx’s pleasure break her beautiful lips, Lux could think of nothing else but Jinx.
Lux pressed hungry kisses to Jinx’s clit, let her tongue dance clumsily against it, while her fingers worked herself below. She slipped the hand pumping her own pussy free and switched hands, pushing fingers wet with her own slick into Jinx and those soaked with Jinx’s juices into herself.
Lux’s eyelids butterfly-kissed her cheeks as they fluttered, hiding eyes that rolled back, lost in lust.
She wanted her spit, her slick, her sweat to be one with this girl’s. To mark her, claim her, make her belong to Lux. Body and soul. Hers.
“Mine,” Lux moaned brokenly into her quivering heat, “Mine…”
She thrust her fingers faster, as she ascended, kissing her mound, her pretty pubes, kissing the new beads of sweat on her porcelain tummy, climbing her tiny body quickly until she was kissing her bare shoulders, her pale throat…
“…amazing, Jinx, you’re amazing…” Lux crooned into the crook of her neck. Her slippery hand spider-walked over Jinx’s torso, knotted fingers in her top, pushed it up to expose Jinx’s breasts – Lux had always been fond of her own small chest, but Jinx’s were adorably tiny, tipped with dusky nipples the same color as her lips and swollen with lust.
They looked like they’d fit just right into Lux’s mouth.
Perfect.
Lux growled and dipped her head to taste them. Her tongue dragged Jinx’s chest and climbed the cute little slope until she could cup her mouth about her breast. She breathed hot air over heaving skin, ran her tongue in circles around her nipple, rolled it roughly over the hardened nub.
“F-fuck-” Jinx arched her back, eyes squeezed shut, pressing her little tits into Lux’s affections. Greedy for more; Lux’s parted lips smiled as best they could around her breast. She widened her jaws, sucked her lover’s whole left breast into her mouth and let her tongue, her teeth play.
And she drew it out, agonizingly, giving her attention first to Jinx’s left nipple, then her right, spread evenly and timed to return focus to each nipple just as it started to soften – a little roughly timed, Lux had to admit, she was new at this too – with the pumping, thrusting motions of her fingers embedded in the sweet, soft heat below.
She sucked and fucked Jinx for what felt like an aeon compressed into a sweet, perfect instant: a loop of crumpling sheets and squelching fingers and her gasping breaths broken by Jinx’s heartbreaking whimpers, a moment in time Lux never wanted to end.
But it had to. Because she could feel it, in the quivering tension of Jinx’s body, all the little nuances of her tautly-muscled frame reacting to Lux’s ministrations. Nuances of her new lover that Lux was only too eager to learn, to absorb, to commit to memory…
They were all singing the symphony of an oncoming storm.
“Luxie,” Jinx whimpered, “P-please…”
Lux let her tit slip free with a wet ‘pop’ and slurped at the peak with a wicked smirk.
She tucked her face to Jinx’s brow. Skin to skin, eye to eye, staring into her.
“You can, baby,” she kissed Jinx hard, sharing her taste, whilst she danced her body into Jinx’s own, whilst her free hand snatched Jinx’s up from where she’d bunched it into the sheets, guided it down, over Lux’s hip, guided Jinx’s fingers under her skewed skirt, past her tangled, stained panties and into her own heat, “Touch me…”
Lux gasped as she felt those fingertips toy, tease, gather her slick on their tips - then thrust in.
Clever, they worked inside her, learning quick, an artist’s and inventor’s fingers, slim but rough from her work. A heated snicker broke from Jinx’s lips. She leaned up to burrow her face against the crook of Lux’s neck. Her cute pink tongue scraped Lux’s throat, drank her fresh sweat. Jinx climbed, closing her sucking lips over Lux’s chin, nibbling at her lower lip, pink flesh and dark.
Lux’s other hand was busy, below, each curl stroking deeper as Jinx loosened up. Her palm crushed stickily against Jinx’s clit. Her curving fingers stroked the knot inside, that tenderest spot. Jinx’s body started tensing and clenching all around as Lux worked her, palmed her, fingers thrusting fast and sloppy and curling deep.
She leaned into Jinx’s ear and husked into the shell.
“Come for me, my Jinx,” she commanded in a hoarse rasp, and as soon as she said my Jinx, Jinx did. Her body drew taut as piano wire, a string quivering with a single tremoring note. Her tunnel clenched around Lux’s embedded fingers. Muscles squeezed, juices flowed, heat swelled, and then the hard crush of her walls rolled into Lux’s grip. Jinx’s hips and lower back peeled from the bed and her whole wiry, muscular body shuddered. Her toes curled and dug into the bedcovers; her free hand’s fingers buried in Lux’s hair and clamped on tight, tugging at the roots.
The hand she’d burrowed into Lux’s crotch trembled, her steady, pumping rhythm losing cohesion and her buried fingers curling, agonizingly, against Lux’s aching sweet spot.
Slick spilled over Lux’s knuckle, ran down the back of her palm and along her wrist. But the only sound Jinx made was a heartbreaking gasp.
Lux jumped at a sudden noise; with small flashes of purple and green sparks, the gizmo on the coffee table spun faster, giggling mechanically. The kettle boiled over and tipped to the bench top, and the toaster exploded with a small pop of pink smoke-
“S-sorry-” Jinx croaked out, between gulping peals of pleasure.
“That was you?” Lux husked at her, laughing under her breath, “Damn, girl, guess we’re eating out for breakfast…”
Jinx snickered like a naughty schoolgirl at ‘eating out’, “…dur!”
But her pussy convulsed again, and before her open mouth could spit its next quip, Jinx gave a quivering, broken moan and came apart in Lux’s grasp with a roll of her eyes and a flop against Lux’s shoulder.
When the pulsing aftershocks had finally died down, Lux sank on her, lidding her eyes open to watch the floating, dreamy look on her goth girl’s face. Below, her own pussy twitched with faint dissatisfaction, only in that Jinx’s fingers had gone numb and limp inside her.
“… Did I break you?” Lux teased.
Jinx murmured something.
“…itonme.”
“Hmm?”
Jinx licked her lips. The embedded fingers twitched, perking up. Lux’s further reply was stolen by a shaky shudder as Jinx tugged at her hopelessly twisted panties and hooked her sodden fingers through them.
“…sit on me,” Jinx growled in Lux’s ear, “I wanna taste you. Put it on my face.”
Who was Lux to say no to a girl like that?
Lux gave a heady, drunken laugh, “Oh you imp…”
But she swatted Jinx’s fingers out of her with a wink and slid off her sopping, ruined panties, flinging them away across the covers.
Her clunking chain belt and skirt followed; only her half-on jacket and her crushed top remained, askew, the hill of one small round breast popped free and the curve of the other tantalizing Jinx from below her stubbornly-clinging sports top.
But Lux had nothing on her bottom, not anymore.
Biting her lip around a sunny smile, Lux climbed up over Jinx, splayed her thighs either side of Jinx’s face, and let her see.
She wasn’t even shy anymore. Not tonight. Not with her. Lux dug her knees into the sheets, sat back on her haunches, and pushed her pelvis forward, displaying herself shamelessly.
Her own fingers crept down, through her soft, downy pubes, and over her bared mound, lower, index finger rubbing back the hood over her clit, caressing pink petals and stroking them aside to give her lover the perfect view, inches from Jinx’s catlike smile.
“Like what you see?”
“Mhm. See. Smell. Taste. Like it all. Sweet, sweaty sticky you, mm-mm.”
“You’re such a gremlin,” Lux scrunched her nose and gave a breathy laugh, “We should’ve showered.”
“Nope,” Jinx wiggled her brows, tucked her nose until the tip brushed Lux’s flesh, “Mm. Want you just like this. Wanna drink you all up…”
Lux’s breath shivered. She let her hips angle just a little, graze her wetness over Jinx’s nose and lips.
“Like this?”
“Mm,” Jinx purred, “You’re tangy.”
“Y-yes well,” Lux grunted at her, glaring from under her lashes, “I did quite a lot of fighting and – and running – and walking today – and – and so were you, I’ll have you-aah-ahh…”
Her spread thighs quivered at the brush of Jinx’s warm breath along her cleft and then the tickle of the very point of her tongue.
“Mmlikeit…” Jinx’s voice came muffled, her lips now brushing Lux’s pussy, tentative and teasing.
Lux tried not to scream, and instead clenched her eyes shut and wrestled control of her breathing.
“…suffocating you would put a damper on things,” Lux mumbled, “So um, if you can’t breathe, tap my leg, okay?”
“Rules, schmoolz! Sit on my face, Glowstick, and ride me till you pop.”
The way Jinx popped the ‘p’ with that pretty tongue drew a husky growl into the back of Lux’s throat.
“Oh, so you’re telling me what to do-?”
“If you don’t like it, good girl, you can get off this ride,” Jinx’s fingers slid along her thighs, palmed her sweating skin, “But I think you wanna be on this ride.”
“Funny,” said Lux, half-lidding her eyes above damp, rosy cheeks, “You’re right.”
“Then shut up and ride my face like a rockin’ horse, Glowstick.”
Lux groaned, “Do you have to word it like that, Jinx…?”
“Bet your yee-haw-bippy-I do,” Jinx grinned up at her, “Giddy up, cowgrlmphh-“
Lux let a gust of warm breath escape as she rolled her hips forward and pressed her weight down, just to shut her up.
Jinx’s muffled babble became a satisfied hum, deliciously vibrating in her tender inner lips.
Lux gave a throaty, needy grunt and pushed her wet opening into Jinx’s eager mouth. A stifled groan resonated into her pelvis. Jinx paused only a moment before Lux felt the circular slash of her clever little tongue, tracing her opening before diving in.
Shameless, stronger than she’d expected, and she suddenly remembered in the moment before her thoughts blanked out at how impressed she’d been at the length and dexterity of that tongue in her mouth when they’d ki-kissed-oh…
A shrill gasp broke from Lux’s lips. Her brows furrowed.
Jinx’s tongue angled, turned, a warm, silky blade working in clumsy but determined tandem with the suck of her lips and feline nuzzle of her face. She lavished her attentions on Lux’s clit, rubbing it with her nose and lips, dragging her tongue over it in long strokes or quick, eager little stabs and flickers. Learning as she went; maybe a little overeager, leaving Lux aching and overstimulated in a way she’d never experienced before…
Almost, almost too much. Lux caught herself on the bedsheets as her torso wobbled forward. Her fingers scrunched, her eyes flared wide.
Jinx met the shifting of Lux’s hips with wicked abandon. Her face tipped up; she rubbed it into Lux’s pussy without hesitation.
The thought of that pretty pretty face drenched in her own slick made Lux, somehow, even wetter.
She felt Jinx’s teeth, plucking and scraping lightly at her the flushed lips of her pussy. She felt Jinx’s nose, nuzzling her throbbing, aching clit, dragging at the lips below it and the little hood above.
It was driving Lux fucking wild.
Lux whimpered and rolled her hips forward, giving Jinx’s mouth better access to her clit. Jinx’s hands crept up until one clamped hard on the flesh of her thigh and dug her fingers in, and the other snuck under and found the edge of her opening.
She felt the vibrations of Jinx’s pleased humming, the slide and thrust of her clever little fingers inside her. Spreading her wide for access, her tongue – oh gods her tongue – flickering and darting and scraping, as her fingers slid in and pulled more and more moisture out of the deepest, wettest parts of Lux…
Suddenly all of the rest of her mangled clothing – her half-on top, her tangled jacket, her choker – were all too clinging, too hot, too much.
Lux frantically peeled off her jacket and flung it away, then unbuckled her choker, unzipped her top and flailed, wincing as she twanged her bruised shoulder in an attempt to get it off and away –
Jinx’s hand, fingers damp and musky with her own arousal, helpfully wandered up to play with Lux’s breasts as she was struggling with her top.
Lux bit back both a heady groan and a string of cuss words as Jinx cupped and squeezed her left tit. A narrow, calloused thumb-pad scoured her aching nipple. Jinx’s other hand snaked up to grapple the right.
Lux slid her own fingers roughly through Jinx’s, kneading and pinching her own breasts as she fell into a deeper, rhythmic ride of Jinx’s face. No longer grazing, she dragged and ground her hips into her lover’s hungry mouth and working jaws. Jinx’s nose rubbed her swollen clit with each pass, sending little electric stabs through Lux and pushing her closer, almost painful, almost…
Eyes rolled back, head lolled to her shoulder, Lux caught Jinx’s fingers climbing to pop in her mouth. Sticky, spiced with all the flavors of their filthy fucking, she sucked and tongued those fingers anyway.
And loved it.
Jinx mumbled something completely unintelligible; Lux felt it only as a tremor in her cunt. Jinx leaned; her tongue met the button of her clit, pressed, dragged, flicked, soft and kittenish and vicious. She was clumsy, inexperienced, but she was quickly adjusting to Lux’s responses, doing things Lux had never imagined someone doing to her – genius tinker feeling her way through a new problem, gods – Lux gave a drunken laugh into the fingers she had pinched in her teeth.
Her hands slipped down, down, coiled around Jinx’s braids, and tugged them like reins; pulled her face up tighter, closer into Lux’s rolling crotch and all its sticky heat.
“…f-fuck…fuck…fuck me Jinx…” Lux whined out around Jinx’s fingers, unable to hide her loud, deep, earthy groans, her high, noisy breaths, wh-what is this, I don’t swear like this – but it was so fun to just let it all go, be more than her smiling, bubblegum sunshine masquerade, to be raw and ugly and wanton and sweaty and filthy with her own lust and her new lover’s…
To just…let it…all…go…
She arched her back and tipped backwards, freeing Jinx’s nose to breathe, thrusting her chest into Jinx’s greedy grip, and grinding her wet crotch into Jinx’s face as everything started to clench and swell inside her, building like a pyroclastic flow, ready to burst into hot spiking pulses of pleasure she couldn’t hold back if she’d wanted to…
Not the clumsy, dissatisfying halfway point she’d reached in a darkened club corridor with a half-drunk redhead’s fingers stuffed down her waistband to the numbing thump of bass, nor the fun but awkward fumbling in the back of a car after scoring a lift with a pretty brunette in a miniskirt.
Lux had never felt this. Not like this, not with another person, and she’d never imagined that someone she’d just met could ever make her feel like…
“J-Jinx…”
Lux felt herself tottering, near the crest of a wave she couldn’t stop, and with it, a familiar rising tide of shifting, scintillating hues, vibrant, unstoppable –
“Mmf…?”
“Clo—aah! Cl-close your eyes! Close your eyes!”
Jinx’s green gleams vanished as she complied – not a second too soon.
An ugly, throaty, keening cry broke from Lux’s lips. Her body bucked and lurched, hands white-knuckled, fighting her instinct to pull even harder on Jinx’s braids. Her tight fighter’s abdomen rippled with clenches, waves going up and down her. Her ass, her hips and thighs wobbled from the exertion of holding herself up, her tits and belly and shoulders heaved with her coming climax; all of a sudden, Lux tensed up like a puppet pulled on strings and flung her head back, arching, crushing her hips down and clamping her thighs about Jinx’s head.
And then Lux burst. Along with the clench and release, ebb and flow of her muscles and the messy, squirting orgasm that coated Jinx’s face and neck and hair and the sheets underneath them came the sudden flood of L I G H T.
The blackout curtains lit in all colors, then white, like sheet lightning trapped in a thin wall of cloud, or the sun blinking from a mirrored skyscraper, or a light bulb flaring before it exploded…
The waves still rolled and crashed through Lux as the light faded to sunspots. She slumped, gasping for breath, rolling her hips and her sopping mess of a pussy away from Jinx’s face with the faintest animal flickers of thought that maybe she should let her partner breathe-
Jinx choked, spluttered and drooled strings of cum and spit, but…
“J-Jinx, Jinx, fuck, fuck, a-are you okay -c-can you breathe-”
…but she was laughing through it, and her flushed, sticky face split in a grin as she licked her lips – and futilely attempted to pick a few of Lux’s pubes from her teeth with her tongue.
“I…I think you just…cured my cancer?” Jinx giggled sloppily, between wheezing out a few more coughing gulps of air, “Or gave me a few, dunno…”
“E-excuse me,” Lux gasped out, “I am very careful with my radioactive spectrum, I’ll have you know-I’d never-Jinx, I’m serious, I-”
Jinx dissolved into hysterical giggles and Lux, rolling her eyes, finally just let her body surrender. Muscles still rippling with the aftershocks came unglued. Lux, like a bowl of jelly in the vague shape of a human, wobbled and slithered stickily down Jinx’s body until she lay on top of her, panting, laughing with her, face buried in her shoulder and hands still tangled in her braids.
“Fuck,” she moaned, “Wow. Hell. You.”
“Me?” Jinx purred, wrapping Lux up in her arms and legs like an affectionate frog – a comparison not hindered by how damp and slippery they both were – “You! Freakin’ hell Luxie…what was that?”
In the dim light of the motel room, motes of Lux’s light still drifted like lazy fireflies. Her skin shone, crystalline, coated in sweat still glowing like diamond dust in moonlight.
Lux sucked in air, laughing out a wobbly exhale, well aware of the fascinated way that Jinx was looking at her body.
“Sex,” Lux hummed, “And hopefully not …the last time… we have it.”
Jinx growled and rolled over, taking Lux with her with a squeak. She pinned Lux under her and rubbed their bodies together, legs tangling, chest crushed to chest.
Lux drowned in her heat, her smell, her weight, and the texture and shape of her glorious body. Touched, like this…
Amid long grooming licks of her jaw and chin, Jinx found Lux’s mouth and sucked her lips into a hungry, slippery, sloppy kiss.
“…first,” she rasped into her open, moaning mouth when they parted, “…of a whole lotta sex, Glowstick, if you want it.”
Lux gulped.
“I do, oh God’s Thousand Eyes, I do.”
She could feel her heart still thudding fiercely against Jinx’s chest. Skin glued to skin, shrouded in a heady musk of sex and sweat.
“We-we need to shower and sleep,” Lux groaned, “Oh gods, we stink, we’ve made a huge mess on the top sheet…”
“That’s not a problem, Luxie,” Jinx giggled, her breath still coming in quick, excited rasps, “You want more? We can try other stuff…while we’re still filthy and naked and stuff.”
“Not naked enough,” Lux whined, “I want everything off you, Jinx. I want all of your skin. I’m feeling so greedy, and tonight it’s mine, every inch of you, I want it all pressed to me…”
Jinx’s flush had somehow grown redder still; Lux wasn’t entirely sure if the previously bloodless girl was about to pass out on her.
Lux fumbled with what was left of their clothes – really just Jinx’s poor tangled fishnets, their socks, and not much else – peeling it all off until she and Jinx were both completely naked.
Completely bared. Completely vulnerable. If DEMA agents kicked in the door – if Evelynn slipped in the window – they’d both be dead.
Jinx’s eyes glowed pale green in the gloom.
Lux’s heart beat faster.
She sat up, kneeling opposite Jinx, aware of the heaving of her breath, the yearning glow in Jinx’s eyes, the soft parting of her lips.
Lux snaked forward and tenderly caught those lips in her own. Her cheek went to Jinx’s cheek. She swallowed the tiny gasp of Jinx’s exhalation, caught the taste of her own cum, strong and earthy on Jinx’s tongue.
Jinx slid into her lap, her muscular body coiling against Lux, claiming her.
Jinx’s thighs parted, her hips lifted into Lux’s own. She leaned her brows into Lux’s, looking down, and bit that fucking lip of hers again as their groins pressed together.
Skin to skin, clit to clit, folds to folds…Lux’s eyes fluttered at sudden crush of sensations.
“…oh…”
“Done this before?” Jinx whispered, “Dunno if it works but it sure looked fun on late night TV…”
Lux sank into the feeling, lifting her hips and nudging Jinx’s crotch with hers. She felt the delicious firmness of her pelvis rub agonizingly against her tender, aching pussy; a hardness buried behind all the soft flesh of her entrance, her mound, the tickle of her pubes, the sticky wet of their cum stringing together with each mash of their lower lips.
“Who cares?” Lux licked her lips, fighting back a groan as she gently undulated into Jinx, “It’s with you. So it’ll be fun. I trust you, Jinx…”
Lux heard the soft intake of Jinx’s breath at that, saw the way her expression melted into uncertainty, a sweet pain flashing across her features.
Lux wondered if anyone had ever said that to her in her life.
“Okay,” Jinx whispered, her voice soft and thick with unspoken feelings.
For a long moment, there was only the soft wet sounds of their collisions, the creak of the bed, and the heated rasp of their breathing.
Lux’s thoughts fled to her early experiences. Her nervous experiments at self-pleasure in her teens, locked in her private rooms, never letting herself go completely in case she let the Light out and drew attention. Other subjects in the lab dorms, sneaking out to make out where the cameras couldn’t see. But never Lux’s turn. No, she was apart from the others, the Crownguard…before the road of freedom, she’d been pent-up, curious, but too guarded and furtive to open herself to experiences.
And outside, she hadn’t been much better.
With a sweet smile, Lux let her heavy-lidded eyes drift half closed and tipped her hips into Jinx, rolling them in a slow, sinuous press and trying – failing – to bite back the rising volume of her loud, expressive moans.
Lux somehow just couldn’t keep quiet with this girl.
She was tender, raw, a little sore, and still sopping wet. But the touch of Jinx’s folds to her own, the inelegant but achingly tender intersections of their clits rubbing each other with each undulation, had her pussy throbbing and eager again.
The soft wet sounds of their bodies colliding, the clinging of wet lips to wet lips, the rasp of their breaths and the lingering glow of Light glittering subtly from Lux’s own skin to reflect its many colors on the sheen of Jinx’s sweat, where it gleamed on all the clean pale lines of her musculature and the fields of her skin…
Jinx’s braids, damp with sweat, suddenly slithered over Lux’s shoulders as Jinx flicked them around her neck.
With a devil’s grin, Jinx pulled on her braids and tugged Lux closer, straight into her kiss. Lux let out a peal of a cry, stifled by the sudden snatch and hold of Jinx’s lips to her own.
Their bodies writhed together, a dance of breath and tongues and slippery thighs and grasping, sliding hands, the tight squash of her softer breasts to Jinx’s lean chest and lust-hardened nipples and the aching press and crush of wet and warm and soft below.
Somehow, amid all the carnal pleasures and sensations, it was the timbre of Jinx’s breath, and the intimacy of softly glowing green eyes opening in the dark, so close their lashes fluttered together as they kissed, that pushed Lux back over that edge again.
It didn’t take long. Lux felt it warm her belly and climb her spine, felt the syncopation of her own rolling, circular, grinding hips. Her rhythm slipped away, became shuddering pulses of tension, then impending explosion.
Jinx clung to her, buried her face in Lux’s hair, and then burrowed in and bit her neck.
The prickle and pinch of her teeth was all it took.
They came together, more or less, in a slippery, sweaty avalanche. Lux screamed this time, screamed until she was nearly hoarse, cracking apart, tumbling down, heart roaring in her ears. Jinx had her face burrowed into Lux’s collarbone when her lover flashed like a beacon – fuck, hope the curtains do their job – and the power sockets in the wall sparked and spat a little wisp of smoke as Jinx unspooled in her arms like a snapping wire.
Lux’s heart felt like it was about to tear out of her body and fly away; like only Jinx, her wiry little body wrapped fiercely against Lux like the world’s prettiest constrictor snake, was holding her together.
“…oh gods, oh gods,” she heard herself whispering, over and over, voice cracked and broken, into the shell of Jinx’s ear, as she felt herself leaking another warm spill of her juices into Jinx’s lap. As if her soul were running out of her body with it.
For her, would that be so bad…?
Lux opened her eyes to the wide-eyed, wondering face of her new lover. Jinx looked at her like she’d seen a deity in the flesh.
The aftershocks still pulsed through her, wave and shore, and then suddenly, Lux was crying. The tension of chase after battle after chase after battle – that tightness in her neck and chest that never quite went away, no matter how many times she looked over her shoulder – never knowing if she’d sleep in the same place twice – where she was running to, only what she was running from –
Suddenly it just broke away from her. Suddenly she was sobbing into Jinx’s shoulder, just crying her heart out, and she didn’t know why.
“…shit, shit…shit shit fuck…”
Jinx was stiff as a board beneath her, probably shocked as she was, probably had no idea how to handle her suddenly breaking down and blubbering like this, Lux was so pathetic, she was losing it…
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…what the hell…”
“It’s okay, Luxie.”
Jinx’s fingers sank into her hair, held her close. Jinx’s skinny arms and legs wrapped Lux up completely as they could, pulled her tight against Jinx’s body.
“It’s a lot,” Jinx whispered in her ear, “It’s all a lot. But I gotcha. Shh-shh. Gotcha, Glowstick. Gotcha.”
Jinx tucked her face into Lux’s cheek and kissed her there, kissed her temples, kissed the tears at the corners of her eyes.
“It’s all okay.”
Lux nodded, clenched her eyes closed, and sank her face into the crook of Jinx’s neck.
“…got you too, my Jinx,” Lux sniffled.
She tucked herself into Jinx’s embrace. Skin to skin, all of her skin, because Lux really was that greedy. All of Jinx. And all of Lux. Wrapped together, rocking slowly, bathing in each other’s presence, just like that.
They didn’t talk. Not for a long time.
When she could breathe again, think again, and hope to talk again, Lux swallowed a deep draught of the musky, steamy air and murmured into Jinx’s collarbone, with an exhausted laugh, “…okay…mandating…showers…now.”
Jinx whined at being broken out of her dazed, sleepy, fucked-out reverie, but Lux was having none of it.
“D’you know how long it takes to do my hairrrrr…”
“Gonna find out,” said Lux, wobbling on unsteady legs like she was a newborn colt, but dragging Jinx with her off the bed, messed-on bedcovers and all.
“Naooooo…” Jinx wailed theatrically, but she was already fumbling to slip off all her bindings and hair accessories.
In the state they were in, it took longer than it should have to free Jinx’s hair. Not that she, or Lux, seemed to mind a moment of fumbling, intimate touch.
They finally reached the shower.
The tap squeaked, the showerhead hissed, and they huddled, naked, beneath the somewhat aggressive stream of budget motel room faucet.
Jinx’s hair, an endless, inky ocean, spilled down as far as the floor tiles and splashed with threads of blue and purple.
“…you look like some vengeful ghost,” Lux giggled at her, reaching for the shampoo, “There’s so much of it, wow…”
“Give me split ends and I’ll haunt ya.”
“Mm, don’t tempt me,” Lux licked the tip of Jinx’s nose through the curtain of bedraggled hair, “Maybe I want to be haunted by you…c’mere.”
Even exhausted as they were, Lux loved every minute of showering with her. Soaping up her lean, muscular physique, arms, shoulders, back, neck, legs…
Too weak to stand for long, they sank against the wall and slid down it in a soapy tangle. Jinx’s hair draped them both like a blanket. Lux squished shampoo into her scalp, though Jinx mumbled at her to not overdo it; she’d only condition the lengths with ‘this cruddy motel room stuff, fulla phosphates and crap,’ and rely mostly on water and air drying to do the trick…
Lux lifted Jinx’s hair away from her neck and kissed her along the line of her tendons and down into her tattooed shoulder.
Jinx relaxed into her touch. Slyly, she reached up to take the showerhead down and lowered it between Lux’s legs.
“Mm, time to wash you up for bed, princess-”
Lux squeaked; “T-turn the tap down first – gosh–mm-pressure is a bit much-”
Jinx giggled, but complied, “Well, what pressure would pampered miss like against her messy lil’ lady bits, then?”
Lux gave her a glare and reached up to the taps; with a little adjusting, the flow against her inner folds, between her own gently-moving fingers, had ceased to be overwhelming and settled to a warm tingle.
Jinx watched her through half-lidded eyes as she held the stream there.
“Pretty, pretty girl,” Jinx whispered, dipping her own fingers to spread herself wide, idly toying with her folds as she teased Lux, “Look at you.”
Jinx’s free hand slid along Lux’s cheek, rubbed the clinging strands of her hair away from blazing skin.
“Bet you’re glad you didn’t hang up on my lil’ voice call, eh?”
Lux gave a dizzy, throaty laugh and tipped her cheek into Jinx’s touch. Oh, gods… she was aching below, her thighs felt like wet noodles, but she couldn’t stop wanting this girl…
“…I’m a bit amazed that didn’t bite me in the ass. Strange voice hacking my earbuds? I really, really shouldn’t have trusted you,” Lux whispered, “That was insane.”
“But you did.” Jinx’s expression softened.
She shuffled a little closer, leaning to press a cool wet kiss to Lux’s bare shoulder. Resting her face there, soulful eyes peering up into Lux’s own, emeralds framed in the darkness of her lids and lashes, the pallor of her skin.
“So, um. Thanks,” Jinx cleared her throat a little, “M’not used to…that.”
“Mm?” Lux leaned her head to Jinx’s own, my pretty, pretty Jinx… “To what?”
“Trust. I guess,” Jinx’s lips pursed, “Having it. Giving it. S’new.”
Lux gently took the showerhead from Jinx’s grip, leaned in, and kissed her mouth, slow and soft, tasting and breathing her, just like that.
“You have it.” Lux smiled into her lips. She touched Jinx’s chin and pressed their brows together. “Just…don’t waste it, okay? I don’t give it easy. And I get the feeling neither do you.”
She let her hands sink, bearing the showerhead down to trickle its flow along her lover’s inner thighs. Jinx’s eyes remained on hers, half-lidded but unblinking. Her breath grew low and heated. She swallowed.
“Luxie…please…”
“Got to clean you up,” Lux purred, “You’re such a messy, messy girl right now…”
Lux soaped her crotch, let the water sluice away the traces of their couplings and the sweat of the day from Jinx’s thighs and tummy, steadfastly refusing to let the flow touch her actual opening.
Jinx scowled at her through the tiny whining sounds she was making in the back of her throat, small, thready, needy sounds.
Lux grinned wickedly.
Jinx snort-growled at her, and slid her own hand down between her legs. She started rolling her hips, moaning theatrically, working her bared clit with her skilled fingers.
Lux let a steamy giggle escape her as she pressed in close, kissing Jinx’s neck and ear, her eyes flicked back to watch Jinx’s reactions as she finally, finally, let the water flow between her legs and gush over Jinx’s bared opening.
Jinx gave a jagged groan and her knees wobbled and jerked inward.
“B-bitch,” she croaked, “F-fuck you, argh!”
“Mm, seems you’re still just too wet, my Jinx, I guess you weren’t going to be that easy,” Lux let the showerhead drop and pushed her own fingers in alongside Jinx’s, toying with her until she was shamelessly wet yet again.
When she was sure Jinx was ready, Lux bit her lip and curled her fingers deep.
Jinx growled. Her white teeth clamped on Lux’s shoulder, muffling a ragged wail of release; her grip squeezed Lux’s fingers so tight she could barely move them. Lux kicked her fingertips against Jinx’s tender spot, instead, and let her thumb graze her exposed, aching clit.
Jinx gushed as she came, the rhythmic squeeze of her inner muscles pushing fresh slick past Lux’s trapped fingers, sluicing away with the spray of the showerhead.
Lux let her hang there, loose and slumped and pliant against Lux’s shoulder. The hot blasts of her breath stung deliciously in the raw toothmarks Jinx had left in Lux’s skin.
By dawn, Lux knew she’d have a lot more.
Jinx slung her skinny arms around Lux and burrowed into her, growling, like a little animal, dizzy from her exertions and high on the scent of Lux’s freshly-cleaned skin, soap and steaming water.
Lux let her have that for just a little longer. Just until they’d both settled into a drowsy calm.
“Mmm…good girl, my good, good girl…now...”
Then she let the shower-head trace Jinx’s back and the top of her head. Jinx yelped and sputtered laughter.
“Oh I’m gonna kill you,” she yowled in Lux’s ear, and bit at her neck.
Lux gasped, but rolled her eyes and pushed Jinx away.
“C’mon, you goober. We’re both passing out. Let’s get actually clean…”
“Shame we didn’t bring a change of clothes,” Jinx smirked. “Unless, y’know…we risk hanging out here another day so we can do laundry. And sex. And sex while waitin’ for the laundry.”
Lux considered, “It is risky to stay in one place, but…you are offering me more sex, so…”
“Pfff it’ll be fine. Besides! You’re like, free dry-cleaning!”
Lux blinked, “I’m…what?”
“You!” Jinx bumped her, grinning between the long ghost-black strands of her hair, “Bet you could like, pack a whole day of sunshine-on-a-washing-line into a couple of minutes! Even on clothes you’re wearing…”
She pushed her face into Lux’s shoulder and sniffed at her, while Lux flushed and giggled.
“Mmm-see? After all that flashin’, you smell like – mm – sunlight.”
Lux choked in the back of her throat, flustered and self-conscious suddenly, despite everything.
“I do?”
“Sexy sunlight, mrrr–” Jinx burrowed against her aching shoulders, fine-boned hands crawling up Lux’s back, rubbing between her shoulder blades.
Lux let her eyes roll back a little, “Unnhh, you keep touching me like that, I’m going to end up fucking you into the sheets again…just when we’re clean…not fair at all…”
Jinx’s eyes narrowed wickedly.
“…where’d you, mm…even learn all these tricks of yours, Jinx?”
Jinx’s ministrations slowed.
She’d grown very still.
“Jinx?” Lux peeked back at her, “Oh – you, uh – don’t have to tell me anything, okay? I was just-”
“Fooled around a bit,” Jinx shrugged, “Couple of times.”
She seemed to shrink into herself, becoming even smaller. Almost guilty.
“Nothing like…this.”
“I see.”
Lux didn’t, but the haunted look in Jinx’s eyes told her not to push.
“Had a friend,” Jinx said softly, “Back at the lab.”
Lux bit her lip.
“Are they…still-”
Jinx’s eyes were distant. Walls up, behind them. But not before Lux had glimpsed pain behind those walls.
“Didn’t make it.”
Lux said nothing, as Jinx started to shrink into herself.
“Hey,” she finally managed, touching Jinx’s chin.
Her goth girl tipped her face up, slowly, to look at Lux.
“We’ll make it,” Lux said, soft but steely, meeting her eyes. “We will.”
Jinx’s throat pulsed as she swallowed. Her eyes, huge and sorrowing, searched Lux’s own.
“Hold you to it, Glowstick,” she whispered.
Lux smiled.
“C’mon,” she said, swaying to her feet, tugging on Jinx’s hand, “Come to bed with me.”
With the lights off, their legs and bellies sliding together in the clean sheets, still damp from the shower, wreathed in Jinx’s endless hair, sex felt…different.
Slower, softer, dreamlike. Fingers roaming shoulders, backs, arms, and necks, marveling at the hills and valleys of each other’s skin. Touch that had been clumsy and hungry becoming wondering and worshipful.
Lux didn’t have words for what was happening between them, now. The furious adrenaline of fight-or-flight – and then fight-or-fuck – had become something else.
Surely, it was still just physical. Lust, pleasure, venting all that pent-up energy on a searingly-sexy goth girl who was impish, funny, smart – and a fellow Soul-user, escaped from DEMA, someone who understood Lux, who got it…
Someone she could finally just let it all out with. That was all this was…
They didn’t really know each other.
Surely.
The silhouettes of the ceiling fan spinning turned Lux’s final orgasm of the night, beneath the clever play of Jinx’s fingertips against her aching clit, into a surreal strobe of light and shadow. She groaned out a shaking, animal breath into Jinx’s parted jaws, her tongue lolling deliciously to taste the other girl’s as Jinx’s laugh washed into her mouth in return.
At least Jinx didn’t start an electrical fire when she climaxed herself, Lux’s fingertips glowing softly as they slid from her flushed, tender slit. Jinx sobbed out her soul in release into Lux’s breast and shuddered, enfolded in her arms. Lux’s lips, buried in her hair, whispered tender, wordless nothings as she held her lover through it until the twitches and spasms and her sweet, panting breaths finally died down to murmurs of calm.
Heady, dizzy, and sleepy, they curled in each other’s arms. Clean – or clean enough – Jinx lay sprawled atop Lux, cheek on her breast and shoulder, lamp-like eyes closed, legs threaded with Lux’s own, rubbing her bony ankle along Lux’s calf affectionately and idly as they dozed.
“…gotta keep movin’…tomorrow,” Jinx murmured into her shoulder.
“I know.”
“…grab some crappy clothes at the thrift store…we kinda stick out…but…tomorrow…”
“Mm, sounds like a plan.”
“…safe tonight,” Jinx breathed her, and nuzzled her face into Lux’s skin, “…with you.”
Lux let her eyes flutter open, staring at the ceiling. Jinx was smiling, a small, soft curve of her lips into Lux’s shoulder. Dark lashes kissed her cheeks.
Something sank into Lux’s heart and stayed there.
She had no idea what it was, or what it meant.
Lux sank her face to the top of Jinx’s ear and breathed her in return. Clean, all the stale sweat of running and fighting washed away, her scent was subtle, cool and sweet, mingled only a little with the heady spice of their mingled sex.
She was so small, curled up like a little monkey, almost like a child in a young woman’s muscular, wiry body, built for running and fighting and slipping away from harm…
Scarred from all the times she hadn’t quite made it.
“Lux,” Jinx whispered, her voice so tiny Lux took a moment to realize she hadn’t imagined it, “…are we really gonna…?”
Lux slid her fingers through her lover’s drying expanse of hair, draped over their naked bodies like the seaweed-shroud of a ghostly siren.
“Yes,” she said, with the sunfire certainty that had taken her from a cold laboratory tank and her aunt’s callous stare through the viewing glass to the roar of the crowds and glare of cameras in the Tournament of Souls, “We’ll make it. You and me. Watch us.”
“…Heh,” her lover huffed softly, “…don’t jinx it…”
Lux furrowed her brows, lifting her face to study the girl in her arms.
But Jinx was fast asleep.
Lux’s heart started thudding, louder, louder, incongruously loud in her ears, drowning out the quiet whup-whup of the fan above the bed.
The urge to run throbbed in the back of her skull, but never quite made it to tension in her exhausted muscles.
Jinx’s warmth soaked into her skin. Jinx’s scent sweetened her nostrils. Jinx’s breath tickled her shoulder like a summer breeze in the tips of her hair.
Run? Lux tried to think of it, gathering her scant belongings. Slipping away. The cold morning air, bringing clarity, light, the light of the sun she’d gone so long without seeing, burning her back through her jacket, pushing her onward. Moving, moving. Forward, unencumbered, unattached, safer that way, stronger that way…
But in every scenario her brain cooked up, Jinx’s hand was in her own. And it hit her like the train they’d escaped together.
I just met her.
Lux’s breath came in fast, shallow rasps.
I…can’t leave her.
Fear, sharp and cold and cruel, a familiar prickle, but it felt like a child throwing a tantrum, rendered strangely powerless by a numb warmth spreading through Lux, leaving her dizzied, emptied out, harder than the sex had.
I don’t know her.
She looked at the girl coiled, beautiful, naked, and vulnerable against her body.
But I want to.
Lux bit her trembling lip, as the diamond splinter in her heart reflected the truth in its facets.
I don’t love her.
Her thumb traced the line of Jinx’s jaw.
But I could.