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Heavy breathing echoes around the room as Illyana rolls her hips forward once more and Luna clenches around her womanhood.
It’s been weeks since they last saw each other, Luna’s tour had taken her far away from her lover for far too long and the second she was home Illyana had her pinned against the wall with her tongue down her throat.
“Fuck, I missed you,” she breathes into sweat slick skin for the thousandth time tonight,
“Missed you too,” Luna pants, far too lost in the feeling of the woman inside her to care that Illyana was repeating herself.
The blonde woman groans, sucking another mark into the once pristine throat of the pop star before her lips drop to her chest and she takes a pink nipple between her lips and nips at it.
“Oh god,” Luna gasps, tangling her hands in thick blonde hair as Illyana ruts into her, rough, desperate and everything they both need after so long apart, “more,” she pleads and a hand clamps around her throat, squeezing, her back arching in pleasure as she comes undone around the Queen of Limbo once again, eyes rolling back into her skull as Illyana takes that as an invitation to fuck her even faster and harder.
“You’re desperate,” Illyana growls, “I like it,” she bites again and Luna spasms, “whatever you want I will give you,” she promises and all Luna needs is this but faster, harder and she’s already getting it.
“I’m gonna, again!” She gasps, fingers pushing at muscular shoulders, her body feeling as though it might burn through the bed if not for her powers subconsciously cooling her.
“With me,” Illyana growls and feels herself tighten before releasing inside the pop star, feeling Luna’s body come with her own as they melt into each other, Illyana fucking her lover through their combined release until Luna goes still beneath her and she’s fully spent.
She pulls her softening cock out and Luna’s small, disappointed whimper as she’s gone makes her smile. The woman is basically unconscious but Illyana wants more, needs more, all she’s thought about for weeks is making love to Luna and she needs this, kissing down her trembling body and settling between her legs, reaching out and tasting both herself and her friend.
“Oh fuck, Yana,” Luna’s mismatched eyes snap open and her hands are already in her hair, “don’t stop,” she pleads despite the pain of oversensivity outweighing the pleasure.
Illyana is ruthlessly efficient, licking her to another orgasm in a matter of minutes, moaning and slurping her own come out of her and greedily swallowing everything that doesn’t cling to her chin. It’s loud, lewd, messy and hot and Luna loves every second of it until Illyana pulls away, licking her lips and wearing a cheeky smirk as she enjoys the feeling of herself and Luna all over her face.
“That was amazing,” she sighs and closes her eyes, expecting to hear clothing rustle as Illyana redressed but instead the bed sinks beside her as her friend lays next to her, “I missed you so much,”
“I missed you more,” Magik sighs, letting herself rest for a moment, “Emma’s gala is soon, I was wondering if you’d like to go,”
“After last year?” Luna snickers, “I doubt I’m getting an invite, I’m pretty sure she hates me,”
“I didn’t mean… no she doesn’t you’re on the invite list, and I didn’t mean that, I meant go… together…”
There’s a long silence as they both let that thought hang in the air. They’d been at this for over a year now, fucking like rabbits whenever they could but that’s all it had been, sex, nothing else, no feelings, no dates, no romantic moments, just sex.
The silence is broken when the bed creeks, Illyana gets up, ready to leave but a hand on her arm stops her.
“Yes,” Luna slides up to her back and wraps her arms around her, “I’d like that,” she kisses a bare shoulder,
“Really?” Illyana gasps in surprise but she can’t hide the joy in her voice,
“Of course, I love you Illyana,” she kisses her shoulder again and hugs her closer, feeling her tense in her arms at the use of that word,
“We agreed…” she whispers, voice hoarse,
“I know, but… you know, I missed you,”
“I missed you too,” Magik turns in her arms and buried her face in her neck, unsure if she feels sweat or tears against her skin as she holds Illyana close, “I love you too…” she murmurs, clearly overwhelmed, trembling in those arms which hold her close and don’t let go.