Amaranthine

Chapter 23

They did another lap of the city, moving fast, in case the discovery of this cell of Characters triggered the movements of others. No such luck though, and they called it a night around 1 a.m.

The exertion of the night had made even Cait break a light sweat, and she claimed the waterfall shower the second they walked into the apartment. Now that she almost never got sweaty, she found it bothered her a hell of a lot more than it ever had before. Qi had, unsubtly, tried to follow her in, but….

Honestly Cait wasn’t sure why she refused. Time was, no relationship status, concern for others, or personal confusion would have stopped her from tapping an ass that fine. Or, if she was being honest, much muchless fine, even. It wasn’t like she was starved for choice, but the bar had never been high.

Blue eyes like a warm summer evening flashed into her mind, and quickly clouded with tears. She knew those tears weren’t really angry, weren’t really sad, weren’t really even surprised. What they’d been, was disappointed. So many times.

Cait sighed, leaning a hand against the wall. She couldn’t really get cold anymore, but wished she could turn the shower icy, take the discomfort as the light penance that had always been enough to sate her conscience before. She felt Kennedy, questioning, and…. nervous?

I swear, if she walks in right now I’m gonna scream

But no such luck, bad or otherwise. Cait dried off, draped the towel over her shoulders and walked to her room. She stopped as a foot caught the door before it could close behind her. She turned to see Kennedy, pale skin a light pink from the shower, and sexy in the way a girl can only be in their comfiest clothes. Cait met her golden eyes, before they flicked down, then slowly traced their way back up, her face meeting Cait’s again with one of those plump, glossy black lips caught in her teeth. That instant felt like it lasted longer than the day had, while at the same time being as fleeting as one of the pages caught in Qi’s flames.

“Come to say goodnight?” Cait said, breaking the silence with an easy smile. Kennedy’s breathing had been picking up the longer she stood there, and Cait felt like she could almost hear the girl’s heartbeat. Her emotions were an untenable mess of lust, confusion, nerves, fear, and…. Yeah, that was probably a little love.

“No,” she said, taking a step towards Cait. Her voice was steady, but in a way it was clear that she was forcing it to be. “My… past has been rearing its head. I’m finding myself dealing with it by fighting to get back what it took from me even harder.”

She took a step towards Cait every few words, and now she was inches away. If Cait got excited, which was seeming likely, she would be physically forced to back up. She looked up at Cait, golden eyes enormous and willfully vulnerable like Cait had never seen from her.

“So no. I’m not here to say goodnight, Cait,” she said reaching up to either side of Cait’s jaw, and gently pulling her lower. Cait could feel her breath on her lips. “I’m here to do this.”

Kennedy’s soft lips tasted like licorice. An instant ago, Cait didn’t like licorice. Now, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she’d choose it for her last meal. Those lips were soft, warm, and more than welcoming. They were hungry. Cait knew, she absolutely knew, that if she wanted to, she could take everything Kennedy had to give.

More certain than any of that, was the certainty that Kennedy was doing this because Cait wouldn’t. Or she thought Cait wouldn’t. As Cait brought her hands to the back of Kennedy’s neck, opening her mouth to breathe in Kennedy’s breath before pressing back in, deepening the kiss, she didn’t know where that trust came from.

But she knew she wouldn’t break it.

As was absolutely inevitable, they both jumped when the head of Cait’s rising cock caught on Kennedy’s belly button piercing. Kennedy gasped in mock surprise, looking down, before actually gasping.

Get that a lot, Cait thought, but this wasn’t the kind of one night stand where bragging felt appropriate.

Kennedy giggled, and it was odd how that could be both the best or worst sound to hear when a girl saw your penis. This was high and excited, and when Kennedy looked back up to meet Cait’s eyes, her face was full of lust and promise.

Best sound.

She pulled Cait back down into a kiss, opening her mouth enough to slide her tongue along Cait’s.

Her mouth tastes like honey inside. Ambrosia.

Cait felt two of Kennedy’s fingers trace down her stomach, tickling as they played across her abs. She ran them down the inside of Cait’s thigh, taking a deep breath, then bringing her hand further center to cradle Cait’s balls. Cait’s own breath caught as she felt Kennedy’s manicured black nails stroke against the underside of her sack.

More importantly, the look of lust and longing Kennedy wore aside, Cait could feel the absolute unreasoning panic those emotions were barely holding back.

Not like this.

Cait snuck an arm between herself and Kennedy, loosing her grip and pulling the girl close. Her warm, smooth skin against the underside of her cock wasn’t exactly a downgrade, but it took the onus off of Kennedy to act. Cait kissed her again, deep and slow, savoring her like wine. She pulled back, meeting Kennedy’s questioning eyes.

“You can’t fool me, Kennedy,” she said, looking deep into those eyes for any sign she was wrong. God, did she want to be wrong. “You’re not ready to go further. And that’s okay.”

A storm of emotions flashed one after another over Kennedy’s face. Anger, embarrassment, gratitude, frustration, anger again, then settling on relief. She let her hands fall from Cait’s jaw to her strong shoulders, and sighed as she cuddled into her chest.

“Fuck you for that, and thank you for being right. One other thing I’d like to try though.”

She looked up at Cait, resting her chin between Cait’s breasts. She’d seen dogs begging for food with less of a plea in their eyes.

“Could…. Could you hold me tonight? Like you do with Lira? She’s already in bed and normally I, uh, well- I mean… it’d help me a lot.”

Cait threw back her head and groaned, loud and long. But, when she met Kennedy’s eyes again, she was wearing a big ol’ grin.

“You know lack of self control is like, my MarvelFlaw™️, right? Do you have any idea how hard its gonna be to be sandwiched between that dumptruck of yours all night?” She teased.

Kennedy scowled back, which was fucking adorable.

“Don’t worry!” Cait said, letting her expression soften. “I’ll be good. Of course you can sleep here. You sure you’re good though? I can feel that anxiety of yours ain’t exactly gone.”

Kennedy bit her lip nervously, but nodded.

“Alright then! HUP!” Moving quick, Cait tossed her onto the bed. Kennedy yelped as Cait yanked the comforter out from under her, dragging her a good foot down the bed with it, before tossing it back on top of her. Cait followed it down, catching herself on top of the giggling, now very cozy, goth.

She admired her for a moment. Stunningly beautiful face and deep golden eyes shining in delight all that was visible above the hem of Cait’s heavy comforter. Kennedy hummed in approval as Cait pressed her head back into the pillow with a kiss. It was meant to just be a goodnight, but it got away from them, and a few minutes later both of them were breathing heavy again.

“Hooo… Okay,” Cait said pulling away. She rolled off of Kennedy, crawling under the covers. She grabbed ahold of a yelping Kennedy, shifting around so Cait’s arms wrapped around her stomach and her neck, pulling her back in tight. Kennedy gave a satisfied humm, and a wiggle against Cait’s cock that didn’t fucking help, but judging by their link, was asleep mere moments later.

It was times like this Cait was thankful she meditated instead of sleeping. There was zero chance she’d have found sleep now, shaft wedged up between Kennedy’s cheeks, the thin jersey cloth of her tiny sleep shorts a barrier Cait was pretty sure she could fuck straight through if needs must. Shit, she could feel the humid heat from Kennedy’s still-aroused sex on her balls.

Instead of trying to get to sleep though, she did her damndest to fall back into herself as she’d been coached, and found, after the day they’d had, it wasn’t that hard.

She worked through the stress of the attack inside the coliseum, and finally took the time to process Fingerguns being gone. He hadn’t been close enough to really be a friend, but he was getting there, and they’d fought together. There had been a bond, and now it was severed, along with his life. Maybe even more fucked up, Lira hadn’t been able to tell them if these would be one offs. They might have to kill their friends again.

Combine this shit with whatever this papercut-dicked BookFucker did to Kennedy, and we're getting into history’s worst monsters territory. I’m gonna make her a necklace out of his fucking spine.

The thought wasn’t that funny, but when she realized Kennedy’s style was such there was a non-zero chance she’d wear it, she had to chuckle. That brought her close enough to full consciousness to notice a change in Kennedy’s mental state.

The lust and need was back in force, stronger than before. But the fear was gone. Cait tried to keep her breathing steady as she realized Kennedy was slowly pressing herself back onto her shaft.

Holy shit, does she think I’m asleep? Are we just gonna pretend that makes sense?

Slowly, carefully, Kennedy slid herself up enough that Cait’s cock popped free of her cheeks, and Cait stifled an agonized groan as Kennedy caught it tight between her silk soft thighs. Her smooth skin squeezed Cait’s shaft, and she realized that the wetness she felt wasn’t just the light sweat of a warm sleep.

Almost painfully slowly, Kennedy began to slide herself along Cait’s shaft. For her part, Cait kept her held tight, unwilling to move, to make Kennedy stop pretending she might be asleep. She wanted this too, and if Kennedy could do it herself, without tainting their encounter with noxious fear, well….. no good reason to stop that.

Kennedy wiggled around, her soft, quick breaths telling Cait when she’d found an angle that felt good. She squeezed her thighs tight, trying to pull Cait up and against her sex, barely covered by those increasingly soaked shorts. Eventually, she let out a soft curse, and reached down between her legs.

Cait barely stopped herself from jumping when Kennedy’s fingers found the head of her cock. She was able to disguise the twitch as a cough, readjusting to pull her arm tighter against Kennedy’s throat. She could feel her pulse against her wrist now, just before where her hand rested on the girl’s shoulder. It raced, fast as a hummingbird, and the trace of fear that flashed through her mind when Cait moved was the kind you got during a scary movie, not the paralyzing, nauseous cloud that had hung over her earlier.

When she was sure Cait was relatively undisturbed, she pulled up on her cock, gently, drawing in a tiny, adorable whimper as the crown brushed against her clit. Mission accomplished, she started to move again, riding Cait’s dick like a fragile toy horse.

Cait could feel every gasp, every beat of her heart through her arm against her neck. The noises the girl was making as her arousal grew made Cait marvel at Kennedy’s suspension of disbelief.

No one could sleep through this. I could have a wet dream from these sounds alone.

Speaking of wet dreams, Kennedy’s smooth, firm thighs, well lubricated by her own arousal along with Cait’s pre, had formed a channel for her dick that she assumed was what a handjob from god felt like. Not too much longer and the girl was going to have a mess on her hands. And thighs, and shorts, the blanket…..

Kennedy must have noticed Cait starting to twitch, and decided to stop edging herself. The way she did it was a surprise, however.

With a near-giggle gasp of excitement, she reached out with a few of her fingers, and pulled the crotch of her tiny sleep shorts aside, letting Cait’s raging erection finally press against her naked pussy.

When Cait felt the velvety wet heat of her pussy kiss the topside of her shaft, she couldn’t hold back. She groaned, slipping her lower hand down to below Kennedy’s waistband, fingertips grazing her soft, trimmed pubic hair and pressing her back against herself. Kennedy gasped as Cait gave up the pretense of sleep, beginning to thrust into the perfect pussy Kennedy had made of her thighs.

Cait felt a bit of that panic creep back into her head, but both of them were too lost in lust for it to matter. Kennedy’s free hand found the back of Cait’s neck, pulling herself back and even tighter against her. Cait cupped Kennedy’s jaw in her hand, tilting it up to meet her mouth with her own. She tasted the ghost of Kennedy’s licorice lip gloss, and they were both at their limit.

Kennedy’s thighs locked tight around her shaft, quivering while her hand shook on the head. Cait’s thrusts lost rhythm, becoming greedy and wild. Their lips still touched, but each was too far into their climax to call it a kiss. They shared breath, hot and fast as they each finished. Kennedy caught most of Cait’s in her palm, but Cait wasn’t exactly cooperating, and Kennedy’s pussy was painted white by the time she was done.

Their shared gasps became gentle kisses as they came down in the afterglow.

“So, you, uh… weren’t asleep?” Kennedy asked, still catching her breath.

Cait pulled her face back just enough that Kennedy could see her raised eyebrow.

“Okay, I mean…. Yeah, obviously you weren’t asleep for any of that,” Kennedy sighed.

“Did you legitimately forget I don’t sleep anymore?” Cait asked.

Kennedy’s eyes went wide, answering the question without opening her mouth. That got a schoolgirl ass giggle out of Cait, and soon the two girls were sharing full blown belly laughs. It did some fun things south of the waistline, and if it had been Lira in Cait’s bed, round 2 would have been quickly approaching.

Instead, Cait calmed herself, and caught one of Kennedy’s laughs in her mouth. The girl hummed appreciatively into the kiss, her hand leaving the back of Cait’s neck to stroke along her jawline.

“So, are you getting cleaned up or are we just going back to sleep sticky?” Cait asked, finally breaking the kiss.

“I kinda like it,” Kennedy said, accompanied by the kind of embarrassed smile that made Cait’s cock twitch.

“You won’t in about 5 minutes,” Cait promised, grinning down at her. “But you could also be asleep by then. Up to you.”

Kennedy glared at Cait, then wiggled back into her, resting her head on her arm and closing her eyes. After the excitement and release, she was out in less than 1.

Fuck it, I’m joining her. Nothing better than a nap after….. that.

Cait knocked out the blocks against sleep in her mind, and slept for the first time in weeks, Kennedy held tight against her.