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Neon was going to fucking kill whoever had invented alarm clocks.
Her phone beeped, high-pitched and shrill, on the bedside. The vibration was even louder than the alarm, rattling so loud against the desk that Neon imagined it would rattle right off of it and onto the floor.
At first, still halfway sleeping, she grumbled at it in the hopes it would switch off by itself. When it didn't, she lunged, clumsily flopping her entire arm onto her bedside and crushing her phone to the wood with righteous fury.
"Good morning," Fade's voice said from above her. Neon, eyes still closed, grunted an unintelligible reply, too irritated and clouded with sleep for anything better.
The mattress shifted. Neon heard the shuffling of papers - Fade had likely been sitting up against the headboard, reading, while waiting for her to wake up.
She didn't sleep well, then. Neon might have felt some concern about that if she had the chance.
As it was, Fade didn't wait to give her the opportunity. She folded her book away and bent over her.
Neon felt her hair spilling down onto her shoulders, and then her breath, warm against her shoulders. The hair rose in waves down her arms. Fade's lips brushed the divots of her spine, kissing her where her shoulder blades crossed over, just above her temporary suppressor.
Neon grunted again. She was sure it sounded very succinct and intelligent.
Fade chuckled. She smoothed a hand down her back - cold. Neon shivered at the sudden ice of her fingertips, and lightning struck inside her, igniting the dry ground of her abdomen.
"Ffff…" she tried to say her name, but sleep was still twisting her tongue.
She didn't want to presume. This could have meant nothing, but morning sex wasn't a new game for them. Fade was up for most of the night, had the power to see and walk in dreams, and Neon's libido vastly outweighed hers. It worked well for them for Fade to send her dreams of nights spent with their legs tangled so Neon could work out some of that energy while she dreamed.
After a while, after some long late-night conversations, it had become something of a game for them that Neon would then wake up to Fade's lips on her skin, so she could taste some of those dreams in reality.
Fade slid her frigid hand onto Neon's waist and squeezed. Neon gasped at the cold of her fingers pressing down, pressing that chill into her skin - through the skin, past it, dodging between her organs to go right between her legs.
"Time to wake up," she murmured, her lips brushing against Neon's back as she spoke. A shiver ran up her spine and she shuddered, rolling her shoulders to dislodge the feeling. Fade kissed her nape, maybe apologetic, or maybe just pleased at having gotten a rise out of her.
She did enjoy having power over her body. Neon could see it.
Some people might have had a problem with being treated like an experiment, twisted this way and that to see what kind of sounds she might make in response, but Neon loved it. It was freeing to be handled roughly, to be spoken to like she was Fade's to bend until she broke.
Better that, she thought dryly. Than to be a perfect protégé who can do nothing but disappoint.
"Fade," she managed to get the name out, finally, as Fade shifted into place above her. She planted her elbow in the mattress at Neon's side to hold her weight, and the hand on her waist began to wander.
"You're scheduled today," Fade reminded her.
Neon's face twisted in displeasure, but Fade sweetened her words with a line of kisses up her carotid, from her shoulder to her ear.
"I'll kill Brimstone," Neon muttered, pressing her face into her pillow to encourage Fade to continue her wandering.
"That's probably not in the brief, no."
"I'll kill you next."
"Mm," Fade's hum was warm with amusement. "No, I don't think you will."
Ever the bastard, she punished Neon for her snark with a nip to the meat of her neck. It wasn't all that painful, but the sudden sharp drag of her teeth was enough to pull Neon out of what remained of her sleep, and she let out a yip.
"See?" Fade smugly spoke into her ear, and her hot breath fanned the flames already picking up between Neon's legs. "You can't kill me. I have something you want."
"I'm stronger than you," Neon threatened. "I could just take it."
"Could you?" Fade grinned - Neon could feel her lips pulling back against her throat, and her teeth brushing, faint as a whisper, over the crest of her trapezius. "I'd like to see you try."
Neon turned, glaring at her from over her shoulder, and Fade looked every bit as smug and content as a cat with a belly full of cream.
"I'm not a morning person, Hazal." It was a clear warning, and Fade understood. She bobbed her eyebrows and lifted her hand from Neon's waist.
For a moment, she thought she might be moving to turn her over, or to spread her legs, or even just to fish underneath her for the hem of her pants. Instead, Fade reached up, took a fistful of Neon's hair, and pressed her face back into the mattress.
"Stay," she leaned in to purr. "If you want to finish."
Neon's lungs squashed out their air, and she gasped against the sheets, but she did what Fade said. It wasn't often that she got to hear her this confidently dominant, and she wanted to see where it would lead.
Fade shuffled to the side just enough to part Neon's legs. She kept her weight balanced on that same elbow, lavishing kisses on the coarse skin at either side of her suppressor, and Neon felt her fingers sliding into the seam between her thighs to nudge them apart.
"That's it," Fade praised, massaging one of Neon's inner thighs for a moment. Her hand was still cold, but it was starting to warm with drawn-out contact against Neon's skin.
Her abdomen was on fire. Neon felt her cunt tightening around itself, clenching at anticipation alone.
She'd slept naked. Fade had chosen her usual band shirt and boxers combination, which Neon thought was terribly boring in comparison, but if this was her reward for going naked on her own, she didn't mind nearly so much.
"You feel this?" Fade dragged her fingertips across the soft skin at the junction where Neon's thigh met her labia. Her hand disappeared for a moment, and then Neon felt it pressing against her shoulder, pushing her sideways.
She rolled, baring her face for a moment, and Fade nudged those fingers against her lips.
"Taste it," she ordered, voice low. "You've barely been awake for a few minutes, but you already need me, don't you?"
Neon opened her lips and hungrily welcomed Fade's fingers. They pressed down hard against her tongue, pressing it flat to the bottom of her mouth hard enough to hurt. She whined against the pressure, which Fade loosened, but not by much.
She wasn't all that wet, not yet, but Fade's point had been made. This, too, was a normal part of their game - if she wanted Fade's fingers, she needed to ready them.
She closed her lips around the two fingers in her mouth and lapped at them, soaking them with her own spit. Fade curled an ankle around one of Neon's, keeping her legs pulled apart. The morning air chilled her cunt, particularly now she was growing damp.
"Soak them," Fade encouraged, and ground her hips against Neon's thigh. She was half-hard in her boxers, and even with her eyes closed, Neon felt them roll back into her skull.
Fuck, she was wound up so easily. She might have been embarrassed about that, if she weren't so eager to feel what Fade had in store for her.
She dragged her tongue up and around Fade's fingers, coating them thickly. She parted them to wet the inside of them, too, and when Fade pulled her hand free it left her connected to Neon's tongue by a string of slick.
"Good," Fade purred, and Neon turned her face back against the pillow. She wanted to feel, and feel, and feel, and she trusted her to direct her where she needed to go.
Fade's soaked fingers, pressed together, made direct contact with the slit of her cunt. Neon took in a sharp breath - she hadn't expected that so quickly. Normally, Fade took her time, meandering across her lower body until Neon was squirming.
"You're surprised?" Fade could see her shock. She delved lower with her hand, her fingers gliding through Neon's lips, parting them. She nestled those fingers between the folds of her inner labia and then spread wide, parting her like the pages of a book.
Neon's clit, still pressed into the mattress, wasn't entirely bared to the air, but the cold of being unwrapped so neatly still made her breath catch.
"Easy, now," Fade directed, lifting her hand again. She ran her fingers in a wide circle around her entrance, spreading the slick Neon had covered her with and gathering what had already been there. "You don't have long."
"Please," Neon's voice came out muffled by the sheets, but she didn't dare pull back to say it clearer. She wouldn't risk Fade's threat, not with the heat between her legs. She needed release - she needed it.
Fade didn't seem displeased. In fact, she pulled Neon's legs apart wider, and slid her hand up to press faintly against the edge of her clit, so close to that spot that drove her wild. She knew how to find it easily by now, after so much practice.
"Good girl," she purred, massaging her fingers just away from where Neon needed them. It was enough to send pulses of pleasure back and up her body, but it wasn't real stimulation, not the kind she needed. Neon wriggled, frustrated at the thought of how much teasing Fade might put her through.
"Please, Fade," she begged again, lifting just slightly from the sheets. "Don't make me-"
"Yes," Fade pressed down harder, the point of connection between them a golden bridge between enjoyment and pain. Neon whined, fists clenching around the sheets. "That's it, now. Let me hear you."
Ah, Neon thought. So, that's her game. Fine.
If Fade liked her reactions so much that she wanted to pin her pleasure around it, Neon would give her a show.
Anything, she thought, canting her hips down against Fade's hand as she lifted her hand and pressed those fingers against the entrance to her cunt again. Anything if she'll take me there.
Fade plunged inside in one smooth, confident stroke. She didn't take it one at a time, instead pushing both inside of her at once, and Neon yelped. The sudden broad intrusion burned inside her at first, a shock to her system that her body instinctively rejected, but it was one that she knew well.
Fade didn't pull away. She pushed in to the hilt, even as Neon's body clamped down tightly around her, even as Neon whimpered and her knuckles paled around her grip on the sheets, even when Neon pulled her head away from the sheets to catch the breath that had suddenly left her.
She gasped for air, her chest searing. With the speed of her entry, it was like Fade had sent a shockwave thundering up her body, and it had shaken the oxygen right out of her. It was a battle, now, to try and scramble for it while Fade's fingers were still buried inside her.
The pressure was hot and broad, teetering on discomfort, but it didn't last. Neon knew her, wanted her. She craved this, and her body moulded to this new, beautiful violation in just a few deep, shaking breaths.
Fade hummed her appreciation, and pulled her wrist back to drag her fingers back out.
The burn was back. It followed her, for a while, her body still echoing its shock, and Neon instinctively went to close her legs, to pin Fade's hand inside of her until she could commit her to memory. She wanted to imprint those fingers on the inside of her, to rut against them until they found that beautiful stretch of skin inside her and made her see stars.
"Stay still," Fade ordered, and Neon whined. I can't.
She told her as much.
"You can," Fade insisted, and pushed herself back inside until Neon felt full of her again.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out.
Neon tried to do as she'd been told. She raised her arms, gripping the top lip of her mattress instead of the sheets, so she couldn't as easily squirm around and disrupt what Fade was doing.
"Güzel," Fade hummed, and crooked her fingers down to drag them, slow and sickly-sweet, against the front of Tala's walls. She pressed down against the part of her already pressed into the mattress, and her fingers dragged against the sensitive point inside her.
Neon's shoulders jerked upward instinctively. She lost her air again, her racing heart and coursing blood working against her to keep her breathless and at Fade's mercy.
"Ganyan lang," she gasped, at first, before shaking herself and trying again. "There, Fade."
"I know," Fade chuckled, curling her fingers inside of Neon in a languid come-hither motion that pressed against that beautiful pleasure point on each stroke. "You're so tight, Tala."
"Fuck," Neon's voice was coarse, reedy, broken both from sleep and from the sudden sandpaper in her throat from how hard she was trying to keep her breathing steady. "Fuck, fuck…"
"Yes, baby, I know," Fade's voice grew piteous, playfully patronising her. "You want it bad."
"I'm gonna…" Neon gritted her teeth, her desperation driving her to threaten her again. Fade wouldn't mind, she knew - the balance of power between them was just another tool in their game's inventory.
"Yes?"
"Fucking…" Another bolt of pleasure. Neon whined instead of finishing her sentence.
Fade thrust faster. The impact of her hand ramming against Neon's pelvis rocked her forward, quaking pleasure up the length of her. She cried out, letting go of the mattress for a moment, but she fought back against her instincts to reach back and grab for her.
She reached up to hold the mattress again, but Fade had already seen it, and she zeroed in on the motion.
"You want to touch?"
"I…" Neon, finding drool soaking her words, wiped her mouth against the mattress. "I want to see you."
Fade's hand faltered for a minute, but her voice was soft when she spoke again.
"Okay. I believe we can do that."
She pulled her hand out, and Neon went to roll herself over. Fade wasn't quite content to let her have that much freedom, though.
"Stay down." Demonstrating that she still held the power, she pressed a hand flat to Neon's back, pressing her down into the bed, until she repositioned herself with her legs splayed out in front of her.
"Fuck," Neon gasped, and her cunt clenched around nothing, her body desperate to get back on the track they'd left.
"Now," Fade chuckled, grabbing Neon by the waist and dragging her closer. Neon giggled, clutching at the mattress as if Fade were pulling her somewhere dreadful, somewhere dangerous.
"Let go of me," she grinned, and Fade ignored her, flipping her onto her back and cradling her hips in her lap. Neon's upper half was still sprawled across the bed, but her hips were held firmly in Fade's arms, with one of Fade's hands hooking under her knee.
"There she is," Fade purred, her pupils blown wide and her eyes dark as she dragged her gaze down the length of Neon's body. Neon glanced down at herself - her chest was heaving, her nipples stiff, and her muscles were shining with sweat from both the heat and her hunger.
"Please," Neon reached for her. "Come here."
Fade smirked, her lips cocking in that irritating, handsome way they did whenever she was in particular need of humbling. That could come later, when Neon had fallen apart and had time to put herself back together.
"Let me enjoy my prize, first." Fade turned her eyes back to Neon's cunt, and dropped her hand back to her entrance.
She slid a single finger inside her, stroking her once, twice, three times. Neon shivered, her spine twitching upward, but it wasn't enough. This position didn't put nearly so much pressure on her abdomen.
"You like that?" Fade asked, watching Neon's ribcage jolt from the corner of her eye, and Neon bit back a grunt.
"I need…" Neon struggled. "It's not enough."
"No?" Fade cocked her head. She pulled her finger out and slid it up, circling her clit. Neon's breath quickened in her chest; she knew this would work.
Fade leaned to the side, letting go of her grip on Neon's hip but keeping her hand between her legs. She bent closer, and as soon as she was in range, Neon grabbed her. She clutched at her, both arms around her shoulders, and Fade had to throw an arm out to catch herself with an elbow.
"Needy," she snickered, and craned her neck to kiss Neon's jaw. Neon lifted her chin, baring herself to be her girlfriend's canvas, and tried to focus on her breathing as Fade added a second finger to the contact on her clit.
Her fingers were so gentle as they circled her. The contact wasn't enough to send her far, but Neon's thighs twitched and quivered, and her eyes curled back of their own volition as pleasure fed into her from her clit like a signal down a wire.
After a while, Fade pressed harder, and Neon's body thrust upwards, colliding with Fade's.
"Fuck," she hissed again, burying her nails into Fade's shoulders, although they struggled to find purchase in her shirt. "Ganiyan lang, please…"
"You like that?" Fade chuckled, nipping at her jaw, and Neon only grunted in response, rocking her hips up against her hand.
Neon loved her girlfriend's fingers. They were long and thin, bony, but dexterous, and she wielded them with astounding control.
When Fade touched her, Neon could know, for a while, what it felt like to be a canvas under an artist's brush. She didn't need to open her eyes to see the art she left behind. Just from the taste of it, from the feel of the pleasure she wrought, Neon knew its primary colour was gold.
Neon's eyelids lifted and shut of their own will, but her vision was blurring. Her lungs burned - she didn't feel like she was breathing at all, but she was gasping, taking in tiny amounts of air in the tiny moments of relief between thrusts.
Fade pressed down harder against her clit, her pace increasing, and each rhythmic stroke sent fresh, relentless waves of pleasure through her. They were powerful, and suffocating, and destructive. Neon could feel her sensibilities ripping away from her, torn to pieces by Fade's hand. They were eviscerated where she could see them, and the tatters of their remains drifted delicately in the breeze.
She was soaked. Neon could feel her own arousal sticky between her thighs, dripping down her lips. Flecks of it were thrown by Fade's fingers, her pace so brutal and quick now that her lips were dragged along with it. Neon tried to spread her legs, to beg her for more, but she found she didn't have the strength to fight against her pleasure. Her feet were bolted to the mattress, her thighs growing taut and stiff, and there was little Neon could do but take it.
"Fuck, Tala," Fade gasped, and bent to latch her teeth onto the side of Neon's neck, down where her neck sloped towards her collarbones. Neon cried out at the sudden sting of her teeth, and the bruising pressure that followed as Fade sealed her lips around the bite and began to suckle.
Red, orange, golden, white. Neon's pleasure seared the backs of her eyelids, turning all she knew into something blinding and pale. Her own body was struggling against her, struggling to breathe, to cry out, to rear up, to hold Fade down against her.
"You like it?" Fade asked her again, her voice so clearly teasing that Neon felt only crimson rage in response.
"Gusto ko!" she snapped, and writhed for purchase on something.
Her hands scrabbled. The fabric of Fade's shirt was too thick, too soft, not nearly enough to hold. She pulled it up as far as she could get it, bunching it up under Fade's armpits, and then clamped down onto her bare skin.
Finally.
With a guttural cry, Neon buried her nails into her skin and raked them back, dragging her pleasure in thick, bright lines up the length of her back.
Fade growled against her, her fingers stuttering for a moment, but then they redoubled, even more forceful than they'd been. She was moving so quickly, now, and Neon could barely keep up with it.
Where there had once been a moment of relief between each circle of her fingers, Fade now pressed against her exactly where she needed it, and she felt nothing but the pressure, the pain, the pleasure, the fear. It was too much, and not enough, and horrible, and beautiful, and it was all she wanted.
She dug in her nails, clawing at her, as if she could dig her relief out of Fade's skin, and Fade bit down on her harder, until her skin wept and threatened to split.
It wouldn't. Neon knew that Fade knew which lines she couldn't cross. That only made her crave it more.
Fade forced her over the edge with the careful hand of a sailor, directing her ship's rudder to guide her to land. Neon fought her, fought herself, wriggling and clawing and baring her teeth into the air. Her climax was violent, but perfect.
The world turned white for a split second, as if she'd exploded. When the brightness passed, her vision was burning red, flickering blue as she dragged her nails fiercely down Fade's back. The world was blurred, smearing, but she could see bright sparks crashing out from her fingers as her orgasm ripped her out of her own control.
If Fade groaned, in pain or in pleasure, she couldn't hear it. Neon's hearing was silent except for the roaring of her pulse.
Her body turned stiff, tightening so much it hurt, and a sound wrenched itself out from deep in her throat. She remained that way until the wave of her release passed, turning from utter overstimulation to pleasure that rolled, warm, not boiling, from her cunt to her skin. It flowed up to her chest and outward, as if pushed out by her heart, to her fingers, to her toes, to the quiet spaces in the back of her brain.
Sweat was rolling down her shoulders. She was sticky, not just from her release coating the insides of her thighs. Her orgasm had been hot, and she could only register it now from the way her skin prickled, and the way the cool air of her room suddenly felt like a frigid northern wind.
She fell limp, her hands slumping to the mattress, and Fade gingerly sat back up. Neon reached for her with a shaking, clumsy hand, and missed her entirely, so her arm flopped onto her own stomach, instead.
Fade slumped into bed next to her and sidled close. She knew what Neon wanted.
"Are…" Neon struggled to maintain her air supply while speaking, but she needed to check in. She curled weakly into Fade's embrace and let her girlfriend cuddle her. "Are you good?"
"Mhm," Fade hummed her response, apparently content. She tucked her face against the crook of Neon's jaw, as if breathing her in, and Neon let out a deep, contented sigh.
"Me too."
Fade hummed again, this time just an acknowledgement, and they went quiet for a while to let their heart rates slow back to normal. Neon took deep, heaving breaths as the tightness in her chest finally dissipated. She reached for Fade when her limbs finally felt like solid matter again, and pulled her tighter to her side.
Fade was still hard. Neon turned to kiss her brow.
"Do you want anything?"
"Not this morning," Fade shook her head, and pressed a reciprocal kiss to the spot on Neon's neck that she'd bitten. "I'm happy enough."
"Coming from you, that's major praise," Neon teased, and Fade snorted, pushing her away.
"Go and shower. You have a jet to catch."
"Boo." Neon stuck her tongue out, but Fade was right.
Her legs wobbled underneath her as she stumbled to the shower, but she steadied a little as she showered. When she returned to get dressed for her mission, she was stable on her feet and showed little sign of what they'd done except for the warmth in her stomach and the utter silence in her head.
"You look happy," Fade grinned from where she was still lying in bed.
"Shut up," Neon snorted. "Stop smiling. You're supposed to miss me today."
Fade laughed, the bastard, so Neon picked up her plush black cat and threw it at her, hard enough to bounce off of her face and onto the floor.
"You should miss and worry about me."
"I do," Fade laughed, holding up her hands to defend herself as Neon climbed back into bed and straddled her. Neon bent, bracing her arms against Fade's, and playfully pushed down against her in a gentle mockery of wrestling.
"Wala kang pake sakin," she pouted. "You don't love me."
"Tala," Fade snorted, and reached up to press a finger to the bruise she'd left on Neon's neck. It was already turning purple, mottled red and ringed by teeth marks. "You're mine."
Neon flushed, her humour dashed by the gesture. She cupped a hand over the bruise, and put on a pout that they both knew wasn't entirely genuine.
"Shouldn't have marked me like that. Someone might see."
Fade snorted.
"I could say the same thing to you for the talon marks you left on my back."
Neon's flush burned darker, but she had no retort to that.
It was a general agreement between them to keep what they had a secret, as much as they could. It meant they couldn't leave as many marks as they wanted.
Sometimes it was just a little harder to hold back than others.
They left it at that. With her clothes on, Neon parted from Fade with a kiss at the door and the gift of her post-orgasm warmth left fluttering in her abdomen, and she was by far the most relaxed passenger on the Vulture.
She sat back to watch the island disappear from the jet's window, and despite what lay ahead, she felt no dread.