“I love that you’re so fucking pliant for me,” Astoria murmured, her voice a low rumble against Miller’s skin. She squeezed the breast in her hand, rolling the nipple between her fingers until Miller whimpered, then soothed it with her tongue, sucking gently. Miller’s hands pawed at Astoria’s shoulders, pulling her closer, her nails digging in just enough to leave faint red trails. The air between them thickened, charged with the scent of their arousal, the sheets whispering as they shifted.
Astoria’s hand drifted lower, tracing the dip of Miller’s hip, then sliding between her thighs. She paused there, her fingers teasing the inner skin, feeling the heat radiating from Miller’s core. Their eyes met, Astoria’s gaze steady and searching, still that quiet question from the kiss but now laced with desire and command. Miller nodded, biting her lip, and Astoria’s fingers finally dipped in, finding her slick and ready. She started slow, one finger circling Miller’s clit with feather-light pressure, watching her face contort in pleasure.
“Oh god, Astoria,” Miller breathed, her hips bucking up to meet the touch.
Astoria leaned down, capturing her lips in another deep kiss, swallowing the moan as she slipped a finger inside, then two, curling them just right to stroke that spot that made Miller’s whole body tense. The rhythm built, sensual and deep, Astoria’s thumb pressing against her clit in tandem, drawing out gasps and shudders. Miller’s hands roamed relentlessly, one tangling in Astoria’s hair, the other squeezing her ass, pulling her impossibly closer as if she could merge their bodies into one.
Not just content to touch, Astoria kissed her way down, nipping at Miller’s collarbone, her stomach, the soft flesh of her inner thigh. She spread Miller’s legs wider, settling between them, the covers pooling around her waist. Looking up, she caught Miller’s eyes—vulnerable and wanting—and dove in. Her mouth found Miller’s pussy, her tongue flicking out to taste her, lapping at the wetness with long, slow strokes. Miller cried out, her fingers fisting the sheets, as Astoria sucked gently on her clit, the sensation pulling a raw edge to her pleasure.
Astoria’s hands gripped Miller’s thighs, holding her open, her hands pressing into the soft skin as she alternated between sucking and licking. Her fingers joined in to thrust steadily.
The room filled with the sounds of it—wet, rhythmic, mingled with Miller’s increasing moans and the way she chanted Astoria’s name. Astoria’s own arousal throbbed, her body tensing with the effort to focus on Miller.
Miller’s body coiled tighter, her breaths coming in short bursts. “Don’t stop, fuck, please,” she gasped, one hand reaching down to guide Astoria’s head.
Astoria hummed against her, the vibration sending Miller over the edge. She came with a shuddering cry, her thighs clamping around Astoria’s head. Astoria didn’t pull away, riding it out with gentle licks until Miller went limp.
But Asotria wasn’t done. She crawled back up, kissing Miller deeply, letting her taste herself on her lips.
“Your turn,” Miller murmured, but Astoria shook her head, a wicked glint in her eye.
She guided Miller’s hand between her own legs, showing her the slick head there. “Touch me,” she demanded softly, vulnerability flickering beneath the command.
Miller’s fingers explored eagerly, circling Astoria’s clit with the same teasing pressure Asotira had used on her. Astoria rocked into it, kissing Miller fiercely, nipping at her lips aspleasure crescendoed. She pawed at Miller’s body in return, squeezing her breasts, pulling her close until their sweat-slicked skin stuck and slid. The kisses turned sloppy, desperate, their tongues tangling as Miller slipped two fingers inside, thrusting with a rhythm that matched Astoria’s gasps.
“Harder,” Astoria growled, breaking the kiss to nip at Miller’s shoulder. Miller complied, her thumb rubbing firm circles on Astoria’s clit, the dual sensation making Astoria’s hips grind wildly. She felt the coil tightening, raw and deep. Miller’s free hand roamed, squeezing Astoria’s ass, a finger teasing the cleft there, adding a spark of intensity that made Astoria moan louder.
When Astoria came, it was fierce, her body clenching around Miller’s fingers, a gutteral “fuck yes” escaping her lips as she buried her face in Miller’s neck, nipping the skin there. They collapsed together, their breaths mingling and hands wandering lazily, squeezing and pulling in the afterglow.
Astoria came back to herself slowly, in pieces. Miller’s weight was half on top of her, one arm still curled protectively around her waist. Their legs were tangled, and the sheets had been kicked somewhere toward the foot of the bed. Astoria’s face was wet.
She reached up and touched her cheek, pulling her hand back in surprise. Tears. She hadn’t even noticed them falling.
“Sorry,” she managed, her voice wrecked. “I don’t usually?—”
“Don’t apologize.” Miller propped herself up just enough to look at her, and there was no alarm in her expression, no concern that Astoria was falling apart. Just that steady presence, that patience that kept undoing her. “You okay?”
Astoria considered the question. Her body felt wrung out, trembling faintly in the aftermath. Her chest ached with something that wasn’t quite sadness but not quite joy, some unnamed thing that had cracked open and spilled out.
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I think so. I just—” She exhaled shakily. “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
Miller pressed a kiss to her forehead, her lips lingering on her skin. “Like what?”
Like being known and wanted anyway, she wanted to say.
“Like it meant something,” Astoria said instead, which was close enough.
Miller’s arm tightened around her. They lay there in the quiet, the city still humming beyond the window, and Astoria let herself drift in the strange safety of it.
After a while, her stomach growled loud enough that Miller laughed, the sound vibrating against Astoria’s shoulder.
“When did you last eat?”
Astoria looked at her and smirked.
“Food!” She laughed again.
She tried to remember. Lunch had been a protein bar at her desk between calls.
