Right, so I wrote this a while back for @twistedangelsays‘ birthday in May, and then she asked me today to post some F/F smut after I posted this ExR smut earlier today. Max is the main character from this novel and Lessa is her girlfriend, details are included in the tag.
Lessa laughed giddily as Mercury squad spilled through the door, all of us bursting with the adrenaline rush. The mission had been declared a wash while we were in the field, but we’d still had a closer brush with gunfire than I liked.
“All right, everyone,” I said. “Debrief with the marshal or Beck at some point in the next couple of hours. Sorry to have dragged you out for nothing.”
“Ah, don’t worry so much, piti bòs, it was fun,” Elijah said, eyes dancing as he hooked an arm around Miles’ shoulders and cuffed him cheerily up the back of the head. Miles looked offended, one hand still pressed to a sluggishly bleeding graze to his bicep. “C’mon, Four, let’s go get that arm looked at. Maybe Janey will meet us there.” Miles allowed himself to be dragged away without much of a fuss and Zara grinned fondly after them.
“Mm,” she said. “I’m going to go eat something, do a quick debrief, and then see if I can round up my boys and fuck them through the floor. Y’all have a nice night.”
“Bye, Zara,” I said, and she wiggled her fingers at me in a wave as she left the room.
“I feel like I’m going to crawl out of my skin,” Lessa said, still grinning and bouncing on her toes. “That was—is it awful to say that was fun?”
“Nah, no one’s dead,” I said, smirking. “Unless someone’s dead, it’s fine.” I cocked my head and watched her for a moment, her eyes bright and her skin touched with a light sheen of sweat from our escape. Her lips were wet where her tongue flicked over them, her fingers flexing edgily as I repressed the impulse to crowd her back against the closest wall and kiss her until she wove them into my cropped hair and hung on. “C’mon, we can drop our gear in my quarters if you want.”
“Sure,” she said, and I recognized the look of someone half-wild with unused adrenaline as she trailed after me to my door. It was a good look for her—everything was a good look for her, but I decided that this, hungry for another fight and practically on fire with it, was up there as one of my favorites.
Tugging her inside, I calmly shed my gear, dropped it on my bed without ceremony, and barely waited for her to do the same before I leaned up on my toes and kissed her.
Lessa was usually hesitant, fighting through years and years of restraint with every touch, but adrenaline did wonders. She wound her arms around my waist without so much as a moment’s pause, pulling me close enough to feel her heart race through her ribs, and I reached up to wrap my arms around her neck. Her tongue flicked into my mouth, and I let her, turning the kiss slick and dirty as she stepped back, pulling me with her until her back was pressed against the door. I could feel the low ridges of her scar under one of my palms as I gripped her shoulder, the other hand reaching up to tug her hair out of its ponytail so that the gold strands fell loose over my fingers.
“Stars,” I mumbled against her lips as her palms slid under my shirt, hot against my skin. She laughed at me, a breathless sound that spilled from her tongue onto mine, and I bit at her lip in return. My mouth wandered down from her mouth to her jaw, to the soft skin beneath her ear, to where the pulse beat in her throat. One of my legs slid between her thighs and I pulled my lips away from the downright enchanting line of her collarbone to ask, “Is this okay?”
“Max,” she said, looking at me and swooping down to press another flurry of kisses to my lips. Only some of them hit their mark, her pupils blown wide and her hands a little shaky when they rose to curl into my hair. “I’ll tell you, if it’s not.”
My lips quirked up at that, flashing a few teeth, and I slid a hand under her shirt, over the curve of her hip. “Okay.” I kissed her again, until we were both panting and breathless, and fiddled with the button of her pants, fingers skittering over the soft skin at the joint of her thigh and her hip. The button popped silently and my fingers stumbled over the zipper before I managed to tug it down.
Lessa’s breathing stuttered sharply when my fingers slid over her clit, her kiss going still. I laughed, nipping her lip lightly and dragging my mouth lazily over the fine line of her jaw as I worked my fingers over her. I could feel her heart race through the delicate skin and nuzzled into the corner between her jaw and throat, the salt spark of sweat meeting the flick of my tongue.
“Shame we don’t have more time,” I mumbled, and she gasped out a laugh of her own as my fingers wandered back across her slit, teasing. “Probably look bad if I didn’t go debrief after I ordered everyone else.”
“You—Christ, Max—you are the boss,” she said, looping her arms around my shoulders and grinding down onto my hand. “You’d be okay.”
“Yeah,” I agreed absently, mouthing my way down her neck to her collarbone, the rise of her scar under my lips. I pressed closer to her, twisting my hand and nudging her clit with my thumb at just the right angle to make her shudder. Her head pressed back against the door and I repeated the motion until she was breathless, a flush high on her cheeks and her pulse hammering beneath her skin. I pulled away from her neck, my fingers slowing, and looked up at her with a smile, her eyes half-lidded and strands of wild hair stuck to her skin. “You’re so gorgeous,” I said, reaching up with my free hand and tugging her down to kiss her gently on the lips.
“You too,” Lessa said, distracted. “Could you–”
I muffled another laugh in her neck and curled a finger up into her, slow and easy. She hissed in a breath as my finger grazed down her wall, thumb still toying with her clit, and let out a sharp gasp when I found a sensitive spot. Her hips jerked into my hand and I crowded her against the door until I could feel each of her breaths press into my chest, my free hand braced on her waist.
Wound up from the adrenaline, it was barely minutes before she shivered against me, her walls fluttering around my hand as she came. Wall sex was generally impractical with our height difference, I mused as Lessa went loose against me, but I loved the feeling of her weight leaning against me, depending on my strength to keep her upright. She was all long limbs and slack muscles after an orgasm, her neck curved so that her head could rest on my shoulder, letting me wind an arm around her waist to steady her. I slid my hand out of her pants, her mouth sweet and warm against the skin at the collar of my shirt.
She huffed a laugh, mouthing at the skin there, and murmured, “You’ll need to give me a minute if you want me to return the favor.” I pressed a kiss to the closest bit of skin, the peak of where her scar climbed her neck, and she sighed.
“Later,” I said. “Just…like this, for a little while, yeah?”
“Yeah,” she said, and tightened her grip around my waist.
