02.12.02 - In little ways, when everything stays
This is a sex scene, feel free to skip to 02.13 if that's uncomfy
Rebecca realised the importance of a question, of what she wanted to ask. Something deep about it hitting her, as the love Lisa felt for Rebecca finally made sense as she looked at Ras, "Ras, would you be mine?" She whispered it even lower, getting closer to the woman's ear. "Would you be mine ... Forever?"
"Y-yes, please." Ras begs, shuddering at the words, clinging onto Rebecca suddenly, arms wrapping around her, "Please, please, please, p--please" She keeps asking.
Rebecca kissed her, so the words would have to stop, not pulling away. In part just wanting to see how long she could hold her breath in the clean room as she let her tongue slide repeatedly along the roof of Ras's mouth, feeling odd ridging that makes it exotic, fun, alien, and her lips to repeatedly intertwine with hers.
"Then, my family is your family," Rebecca whispers, "And I'd like it if you moved in with me." It wasn't exactly romantic but she wasn't going to be able to get into the mood knowing that the Quarian was going to return to this hellhole. Ras nods, firmly, repeatedly like a pendulum, doing anything to keep this moment going.
Wait what else would she— Bad thoughts were dismissed immediately as Rebecca's inner demons were slain with prejudice. She continues to kiss the Quarian, letting the moment be slow and pleasant, before pulling away, and saying, "I think ... " She didn't really have a plan at this point, just trying to figure out what she wanted. Before saying, "I think I'd like you to take off the final ribbons."
Rebecca grabbed the Quarians hands, and moved them past the ribbons, "Where could they be?" She mused as she placed the soft hand between Rebeccas legs, moving it around in small circles as the loosening ribbon-laced micro-kini pulls aside easily. Ras gulps, and then goes for it, grabbing shakily at the ribbon and undoing it, not realizing much beyond that as her fingers whirl dexterously pressed against Rebecca.
As the final ribbon falls away, and Ras locks eyes with Rebecca's thighs, Rebecca starts humming very quietly, and runs her fingers through Ras's hair massaging her scalp. Letting the smell, and slight oils that made it shiny and soft fill the air. Finally, after a few minutes of staring, as Ras seemed fascinated with the slowly pooling liquid Rebecca said "I'm so proud of you, would you like a taste? As a reward?" It was low, sultry, and promised of further more intense rewards if she played along.
"P-please m-ma'am." Ras says, terrified, excited and having no idea what she's agreeing too, but happily falling into it anyways, "A-anything." She mumbles shakily.
Rebecca, who was now towering over Ras, giggling knowing that Ras couldn't possibly aware why Rebecca would suddenly seem so tall, gently put her hand on the back of Ras's head and pressed her inwards. She was gentle, not forceful, and stopped until the woman's mouth was just an inch from her sex, and waited looking directly into her eyes as she hovered there.
Instead of telling her what to do, she just stroked her hair idly, wondering how long this could go on before Ras would do something. Loving the small bits of apprehension and excitement.
"Well?" Rebecca asked quietly.
Ras thinks, and then reaches out to grip at the back of Rebecca's legs and sticks her tongue out, giving a nervous lick, and then another, and then a third, starting a strange rhythm as sensitive fingers can feel every miniscule shudder in Rebecca through the touch, feeding off the motions to push harder, if inexpertly.
"Oh god yes," Rebecca moaned, at the worship, at being treated as something strong that should be treated as something strong. At leading this way. "Little bit higher," she whispered, and sure enough Ras followed instructions well. Even as a thing of metal and light, she still felt herself undulating with greed. She pressed a little harder, enjoy the feeling of the Quarian being pressed against her. Finally after a little bit longer Rebecca whispered.
"Lay back, I'm going to destroy you." Rebecca whispered suddenly, pushing the Quarian away with a wild manic grin. Ras fell backwards, heart pounding luminescent blood through her as Lilith whispered to her an addition, "With love I mean." Rebecca allowed herself to shift size to better accomodate the smaller Quarian, and kissed the side of her leg, moving down to the panties. First, suckling on the sheer frabric, letting her mouth gently pull on it, before grasping it gently with her teeth. She gently pulled back.
"C-can y-you, uhm ... " Ras starts to as she shuddered at the touch, "N-not, uhm, b-b-e gentle?"
"Oh." Rebecca said nodding, her omnitool out and creating something very specific. A vibrating strapless strap-on, as she gently hooks it onto her self, and then lifts the Quarrians legs with one hand, and rips the panties off, while still being careful not to damage them. With the new found intensity, she pulled the woman's legs towards herself, letting her slip and drag along the edge of the bed, until she was at perfect waist height, watching the woman beneath shiver, muscles rippling with the anticipation and fear alike.
Rebecca leting the vibrating piece rub up and down Ras's entrance, before finding purchase and firmly pushing it home. She hoped, internally, that Ras meant what Rebecca meant when she asked that. With her legs firmly on her shoulders, and Rebecca's hands firmly on Ras's hips she started to move back and forth with an intensity meant for pistons. The vibrating buzz gets loud, then soft, then loud again. She's not fast, necessarily, just very, very firm.
Ras isn't quiet or still at all, giving a scream and writhing underneath Rebecca as she breathes hard and gasps harder with every motion, "Re-re-re-rebecca, re-b--" She repeats her lovers name constantly, not able to stop as a line of drool slips out of her mouth, rolling down her cheek and onto the pillow, staining it purple while her sex drips a similar colour onto the bed beneath.
Now, it was time to go fast, as she leaned forward a bit, and moved a pillow under the Quarian's waist. She loved this woman, Rebecca realised, she had finally figured out how that piece Lisa had shown her so long ago finally slotted into her life. Rebecca was rarely talkative, but she kept hearing her name, and she needed desperately more of it. She realised she could just demand, it.
"Say my name. Say you love me." She almost barked it out like a drill seargent as she slammed the warmed silicone-like material home over and over. She wanted to hear it, she wante dto be praised and no she was doing well. She wanted Ras to know how happy she made her.
"I-l-lo-lo-love y-y-ou, a-a-a-h!" Ras moans, "R-rebecca, I-I l-love y-you s-s-s-o n-ngh-much!" She begs for Rebecca's attention with her words, a mess already as makeup applied starts to run down her face and mixing with purple fluid.
Oh my god her mascara is running, Rebecca thinks to herself, now fully aware why Lisa wanted to do her make-up before these kind of things. She had this sudden impulse that felt wholly inappropriate, and she would bring it up later. Right now just delighting as the woman seemed to slowly become a wreck. The words had become unintelligible, just attempts at an order that must not even really be understood at this point.
Rebecca pulled out for a second making Ras scream in the sudden change of sensation, and flipped the Quarian over, getting her knees under her as she tried a new angle, now approaching her entrance from behind, appreciating the flexibility of modern day sex toys, and her own strength. She pulled Ras's arms behind her and continued, even firmer now, slamming her pelvis against the Quarian's back side, sending shocks up the other woman's spine, lewd noises coming from the contact and the woman as drips fell from the touch.
She wanted to pull her hair, she wanted to do more, a lot more, but she'd settle for having intense bursts of energy with domineering position switches. Rebecca no longer bothered asking, instead whispering "You're getting quiet," and slowing down when the muttering seemed like it too was slowing down. "Do you not want more."
Ras isn't quite aware what's being asked, and instead settles on a mangled, murmured, "p-please m-ma'am rebecca please anything please" repeated until its understood, and then repeated some more.
Rebecca lifted the Quarian easily onto herself, simply moving the woman's entire body at a slight angle, and feeling Ras's hands move through her curls, felt her chest slide across Rebecca's face as she continually, without any sign of stopping tried this as well. She realised the woman loved her so much, that she'd let her do anything, and the idea of anything was both scary and exciting. She wanted to hear the depravity that Ras could come up with.
Getting a view of Ras from the front is a sight, mouth hanging open, mascara running down her face, neck and starting to reach her chest from how long it'd been dripping. Saliva makes her chin sparkle in the light of computer screens as the bed beneath both of them groans and complains, threatening to break any second now. She's lost in the moment, feeling continuous shudders slam into her with the force of a corvette at full thrust, screaming and moaning and silently, open-mouthed gasping when air runs out in her lungs as hair sticks and unsticks from her body.
Rebecca while still feeling like Ras was a bag of feathers, gently put a hand on the woman's back to bend her forward, and latched onto a nipple starting to suckle at it, feeling it gently beneath her teeth, wondering just how out of it, Ras was as she grinned and said, "I ... hah ... Can bite right?"
The Quarian nods, though it takes Rebecca a few seconds to realize its a nod instead of just another bob of her head with the rhythmic, constant motion they've both settled into, falling and rising in sync Ras's heart beat like a bellows, while a sub-whoofer in Rebecca's chest immitated one along side it.
Wait was she serious? Rebecca realised with a small twing of fear. She gently rubbed her teeth around the peak of her breast, and waited for some sort of reaction, gently and slowly increasing pressure. She looked up at the woman expectantly. The only response she gets is a hand, roughly, shoving her head further onto the breast. Rebecca was a bit panicked feeling in over her head, but clearly starting it squeezed hard with her teeth, feeling the peak roll between them.
She kept increasing pressure, but Ras kept holding her firmer. Rebecca wasn't sure how much harder she could go without removing something. Instead of continuing with her teeth, she lifted Ras and moved her over again so that she was on top and twisted both nipples hard, holding her by them as she thrusted. Half in panic, half in wanting to keep in control.
A scream escapes Ras as she's overcome by a rough and sudden climax, shaking atop Rebecca but not stopping her own motions that the taller woman had barely noticed with how much stronger she was, bouncing atop Rebecca with a ripple of muscle and tension all through her, subconscious refusing to let this stop any time soon.
Rebecca realised, with both fear and delight, she had finally met someone who would keep up with her.
"I'm not stopping until you beg." Rebecca whispered, all she wanted to do was see how long Ras could go without a break.
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Ras is shivering on Rebecca's side, cold sweat overcoming her as she smiles deliriously. Marked with bites and handprints alike all over her body. "I love you i love you i love you." She murmurs quietly into Rebecca's ear.
Rebecca is clearly shell shocked, her eyes slightly widened as she stares at nothing, and squeezes the Quarian, "I love you too," Rebecca said with a dazed grin. "I'm so proud of you." She squeezed her tight. It was frightening, both the marathon, and the limits Ras wanted pushed. She was a hazmat suit bound woman, with an auto immune deficiency, and yet it seemed that she was uninterested in leaving almost any avenue unexplored that evening.
It was very cool. It was very scary.
"Can we do this again?" Ras asks shyly, looking up with absolutely destroyed makeup and a hazily obsessed look.
"Yes. Yes of course." Rebecca says, "Like ... Right now? Because ... " She could probably do it, but it was getting to the very end of her rope. She'd need a few dozen minutes at the very least. "We can do this every day Ras. For like. Our entire lives."
" ... " Ras seems to be considering Rebecca's offer, "I-if we do it again now, I ... I might not be able to do it for a long time. I'm really sore." She says, still considering it deeply despite that.
"Thank god," Rebecca whispered, "I had to like ... I'm also sore, I'm scared what'll happen when I try to hold something again."
Ras gives a giggle, its ... terrifying, "Maybe you'll break me~." She nuzzles into Rebecca's shoulder, trying to feel the reaction.
Wait what. Rebecca thinks as she gently strokes Ras's hair, The fuck did she just say?!
The giggle continues as Rebecca tries to understand, Ras's hand rubbing up and down the taller woman's thigh, curiously asking, "Since you're metal, do you feel this?" She moves her hand to flick at the member.
"What? No, that's a sex toy." Rebecca says, taking the silicone out and showing her the part that had been vibrating against her the entire time.
"Oh, I ... I thought it was a cybernetic-Oh. So when I was like, gagging on it, it wasn't making you feel good?" Ras asks with concern in her voice.
Rebecca looks at her, "No, it definitely was" She said, "Christ it was, I have the ability to um."
The bed beneath both of them is stained purple, and broken in from the ... last eternity of contact. There's a heady scent to the air, something drug like from Ras's fluids.
"Swap it out." She admitted, "It's ... I'm not sure entirely how happy I am with how invasive the surgery was, but the nerve ending are the same so like."
Rebecca admitted, "I ... Was a little scared what would happen if all of that was connected to me. You don't really seem ... To engender a lot of self control."
"Oh." Ras says, before starting to kiss at Rebecca's neck, letting her lips and tongue brush across it.
"Oh no," Rebecca whispered with a giggle as she returned the kiss, "Give me a second to ... Figure it out. There's not a manual to ... Genital switching."
"I am." Ras says, starting to rub at Rebecca's sternum, tracing its line up as she suckles on the taller woman's neck.
"Ok, but like, tap on my thighs twice if your ... Mouth is full and you want to stop." Rebecca knew she wasn't. That's what made this so fucking scary. Ras would just let herself die. Rebecca found some settings in the omnitool, and winced as the omnigel was running low. Why are there so many options? She wondered as she finally selected Turian.
Ras giggles, continuing to suckle and lick, watching Rebecca fondly before separating to lean down with a horrifyingly hungry look on her face.
The mechanics of hot swapping, was not nearly as involved as it felt like it should be, with far less squelching she was expecting. Though the wirring and shop drill noises were a little disconcerting, and when everything was back in place Rebecca immediately exhaled. It started to make sense, at least a little bit more, why men were like that.
Remember, be gentle. Rebecca whispered to herself, while positioning herself in a way where that would be physically impossible. "Uh." She said, looking Ras, "I have no clue what I do with this now." She loomed over her and there was an urge that she desperately had to fight. An urge to just ... Grab her head and go.
Ras has a mischievous look on her face, a thousand videos playing back in her head as she leans off the bed. Slowly rising to her knees, breathing in deeply and resting her chin on the edge of the ruined mattress before slowly opening her purple, luminescent mouth, letting her pointed tongue slip out and hand over her bottom lip, saliva dripping from it.
Almost immediately Rebecca groaned, and then said very seriously, as she placed her hand on the back of Ras's head to get her attention. "Um ... You remember two taps for like ... Stop." She wasn't going to really be able to control this much longer. Maybe something was just wired wrong.
"You better not." Ras giggles dangerously.
Rebecca lifted her hand "Ah, sorry, um."
There's an immediate regret in Ras's eyes, "No, please! I'm sorry! I'll--"
She didn't let Ras finish, which felt like a really shitty thing to do in retrospect, especially when the coughing and choking started. Rebecca tried to see if there was a gentle way to pull hair (there wasn't) and moved Ras with an aggressive intensity that was probably unrestrained in almost every aspect of it.
The inside of Ras's mouth feels warm and ridged, her tongue rubbing against and around the ribbed shape of Rebecca's staff, trying to keep up even as she gasps and sputters with the constant pace. Saliva spilling out as her mouth is kept open and strained. She doesn't stop looking up, purple eyes latching onto Rebecca's with the purest look of utter love and submission, there, on her knees with her hands desperately gripping at the taller woman's hips to keep steady.
"Sorry." Rebecca whispered, but not stopping. Now very very much needing to make Ras's mascara run. Watching bits of saliva pool around her lips from the constant back and forth, watching Ras's nose seem to get a bit clogged as her tear ducts fill. The purple eyes getting bloodshot with more darker purple. Do I? Rebecca didn't ... Know what would happen as the feeling grew. She knew she should warn her, what does ... Wow she kind of just went for this.
The itching heat builds as Ras starts to flutter her eyes, not stopping her motions while Rebecca pushes against an edge she has no experience with, slipping across it with the wet, lewd and hot feeling of her lovers mouth firmly in mind and senses. Her whole body tenses like a cracking whip, starting at the calves and spreading through everything else.
"Oh shit." Rebecca swore as she lifted her hand in a panic realising that she was drowning Ras.
Ras chokes as a wave of fluid spills out of her mouth, more covering her face in blue, glowing release, eyes bloodshot and dopey, a steady drip coming from her as she idly swallows what's on her tongue with a gulp that seems louder than a gunshot.
"Oh ... This is why Camlos likes this." Rebecca whispered looking at her, then almost out of her own control she said, "I'm not clean yet." It was a demand.
Ras takes a second to understand what was asked, but then moves, falling forwards and having to catch herself, her tongue moving along the bottom of Rebecca's member, licking the fluid off and swallowing it with those loud gulps, breathing in between, prioritizing her partner over oxygen. Moving up and down, pulling fluid from her breasts with her fingers and swallowing it inbetween breaths until Rebecca is wholly clean, resting her head with a heaving chest on the woman's thigh after, letting the rod rest on her cheek.
"Um." Rebecca says suddenly, "Ummmmm ... Do ... Marry me." She can't breathe or think, she just lays back.
"Huh ... I do? Uhm, yes? Ring?" Ras asks sluggishly.
"We'll ... Figure it out." Rebecca murmured. This is why Men are so easy to manipulate. It makes much more sense now. "Um. If we--when we do this again. I'm ... I might want to see if we can be rougher. Would that be okay?"
Ras laughs quietly, "Yes, anything." She answers, closing her eyes.
Rebecca tapped something on her omnitool before stopping, "Wait, did you say anything or anytime?"
"Sure." Ras answers, eyes closed.
"Um, then you may want your eyes open." Rebecca said as she gently shook Ras, "Now is also anytime."
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