Delicate

Famine is copyrighted to Sallie Drazzi

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Sabine giggled as she fell back onto the bed, cascades of mahogany hair spreading out beneath her. She smiled so prettily, those blue eyes sparkling, arms open and inviting.

Famine hesitated. Those arms said very clearly ‘come here’, but in her mind she wasn’t sure what to do. Sabine’s quiet, fragile giggle bubbled up past those lips again. It was such a small sound, unobtrusive, so easily ignored if you didn’t want to hear that kind of absolute and overwhelming joy contained so intensely in something so small.

Less patient persons might have dropped their arms and pouted, but Sabine just giggled and stayed as she was, waiting for Famine. She had so much patience.

Famine kicked her boots off and stepped hesitatingly forward, drawing her knee up onto the bed. Sabine had been sleeping here for awhile, the entire bed was permeated by that scent. It wasn’t anything overly girlish, just a feminine deodorant layered lightly over that female musk which so many women tried to deny but had even just after a shower. No flowery perfume, nothing choking, just delicate.

So many things about Sabine were being called delicate in Famine’s mind.

The Force brought her other leg up onto the bed, crawling up along Sabine’s body until those slender arms wound around her shoulders, pulling her down. Sabine had purposefully angled her legs during Famine’s approach so the Immortal settled down between them.

Famine uttered a quiet noise, feeling the heat of Sabine’s center there against her, even through their layers of clothing. So warm already, she could just imagine skin to skin.

Anyone else might have asked Famine what she was thinking just then, looking so lost in her thoughts. But Sabine, Sabine just smiled and watched and waited. Famine wasn’t a creature of conversation, emotions were still difficult for her, and to demand those put into words would probably do more harm than good. So Sabine just gave her time to think, then leaned up and brushed her lips against Famine’s.

Oh those lips were so soft, so delicious to taste. Famine ran her tongue over those lips, each in turn, drinking in the sweet flavour before diving deeper into Sabine's mouth for more. Sabine’s hands were buried in her hair, that slender body shifting beneath her.

Surely Sabine couldn’t know those movements felt so good, it was just instinct, right? Or maybe they felt so good because it had been so long since Famine had last felt anyone move like that against her.

And why precisely was she still just thinking about it when it was here, beneath her, being offered to her?

Famine pulled back from the kiss, giving the poor girl a chance to breathe. She surveyed Sabine's shirt, fingers haltingly approaching the buttons. Sabine smiled, sliding a hand from Famine’s hair to help with the garment, pulling herself up and letting it fall away.

Sabine didn’t let herself back down just yet, kissing against Famine’s ear and whispering, “The clasp is in the back.”

Famine ran her hand down Sabine’s back, grazing over that hateful undergarment and its horrid little clasp. Sabine just waited, as patient as ever, as Famine figured out the evil thing. She fell back onto the bed, sending the undergarment the way the shirt had gone, blushing at being exposed like that.

Sabine focused instead on Famine, sliding her hands up under the Immortal’s shirt, encouraging her to remove it as well. Famine shook herself out of whatever little daze she’d gone into while inspecting Sabine’s body, tugging her shirt over her head and tossing it aside. Of course she didn’t bother with those stupid bra things.

Sabine leaned up for another kiss, taking more initiative this time, pulling Famine against her, moaning into her mouth at the touch of their chests against one another. The Immortal had to admit that did feel damn good, shifting around, skin sliding against soft skin.

Sabine let her head fall back against the pillow, arching her back a little, thrusting her chest up against Famine’s. The blush streaking across Sabine’s face deepened shades, and somehow that made it all the more attractive.

The Immortal ran her hands up the girl’s sides, marveling at how soft the skin was against her calloused hands. Sabine’s quiet little noises were encouraging, or at least sounded encouraging. Famine continued moving her hands, spanning over the arc of ribcage, then up over those supple mounds of offered flesh.

“Mmm… yes,” Sabine sighed a content noise, her delicate little hands sliding over Famine’s shoulders.

Famine almost shivered at that. That wasn’t right, Sabine had touched her like that before, she always seemed to be touching her in one way or another. But that was different somehow, almost electric.

The slender curve of Sabine’s throat was inviting, Famine couldn’t resist leaning to kiss, sucking at the flesh. She felt Sabine’s leg curl around her, pulling her tightly close, holding them securely against one another. Her hips seemed to move of their own accord, rocking against Sabine’s, encouraged by the girl’s steadily increasing moans.

Such tiny sounds, likely easily overlooked if Famine hadn’t been keenly attuned to them. She moved her mouth to find Sabine’s pulse in her neck, kissing and sucking there, harder, trying to drive those moans louder. She had so little clue what she was doing, but with sounds like that, how could it be wrong?

Famine kept up those attentions, hands taking their own initiative in massaging Sabine’s breasts, fingers rubbing gently at the nipples that hardened beneath them. Famine made her way down Sabine’s chest, encouraged by hands tangled in her hair.

Her tongue flicked out against a pebbled nipple, curling around it and drawing it into her mouth for a gentle suck. Always gentle, she wasn’t sure how much more than gentle Sabine liked, didn’t want to take the chance of hurting her. Especially not like this, not this, after so long taking it slow and building to this, Famine wasn’t going to mess up and hurt Sabine now just by getting over-zealous.

For that reason she kept her teeth away from Sabine’s flesh, leaving it to her tongue and lips to caress, gently, trying to make each movement appreciative instead of lust-driven.

Famine gasped at a shiver coursing through her. Sabine wasn’t just playing passive and laying there enjoying it, no, she had decided to return the favour, rolling Famine’s nipple between her fingers in a very wonderful way.

Just when Famine was ready and wanting to move further, but not sure what to do, Sabine’s leg slipped away from holding them there to one another. She followed Sabine’s subtle nudging and slid off to one side of the girl, peering down the length of her body, hand caressing down her side.

Sabine’s little hand caught Famine’s, sliding it further down and across her stomach to the closure of her jeans, giving a shy little smile before nuzzling against Famine’s chest. The Immortal took the hint, working the fastening and spreading the denim

The musk scent washed upon her more strongly now, causing a small growl to rise in her throat. That was the scent of heat, excitement. Sabine wriggled to assist in removing the jeans, revealing another barrier, plain white cotton panties.

“Hn,” Famine smirked, amused.

“What?” Sabine smiled.

“Would have thought you’d wear something more… frilly, princess-like.”

Sabine giggled, laying kisses along Famine’s collarbone. “Going to tell me I wear too many clothes now?”

“Hn,” Famine grunted, sliding her hand over the panties, fingertips gliding over wetness.

Sabine squirmed, making as if to take the undergarment off. Famine wordlessly scolded her, continuing her exploration. She would take the panties off when she was done, weren’t near as difficult as that damn bra, after all.

Famine slid her hand back up, then snuck her fingers between cloth and skin. Sabine arched up slightly, obviously restraining herself, as Famine’s hand moved over the soft down of hair, fingers gliding between the flesh to the source of the moisture.

The slender girl cried out softly, unable to stop herself from arching up this time. Her blush deepened to its most brilliant as Famine pressed against the spot that seemed to elicit the most desperate cries.

Sabine’s fingers were pressing hard into her back, desperate to center herself and stay calm. Famine didn’t want her calm, though.

The Immortal drew her fingers into a circular motion, manipulating the sensitive nub of flesh, thrilling at the increase in sounds from her companion. Certainly, with that sort of noise, this couldn’t be wrong.

Famine heard something crash somewhere in the room as Sabine arched hard, ignoring it. It didn’t matter, she could still hear Sabine’s cries over the noise.

Sabine panted for breath, given a moment to rest while Famine removed that quaint little cloth barrier. She smoothed over Sabine’s sex, admiring with her touch, so soft there as well. Her fingers explored the folds of flesh, soothing and gentle, noticing what particular touches made Sabine wriggle and whimper softly.

“Hn,” Famine grunted an almost amused sound, bending her head to catch Sabine’s mouth in a passionate kiss, delving two fingers up into the girl at the same moment.

Sabine gave a muffled cry, canting her leg wider to give Famine better access, rocking her hips into the penetration. She buried her hands in Famine’s hair, driving the kiss deeper, sucking at the Immortal’s tongue.

Famine growled low in her throat, giving Sabine a bare space and moment to breathe, shifting more atop her. She straddled Sabine’s leg, continuing to thrust her fingers into her, rocking her hips to match, delving in for another heated kiss. Sabine was arching her chest up against, moving their breasts against one another in that oh so delicious way.

Both out of breath they gave up on the kiss, resting cheek to cheek and panting as their bodies moved together. Famine closed her eyes, just a little imagination was all she needed right now to put her over the edge, imagine a much more intimate part of her was buried deep inside Sabine’s heat instead of those fingers. Oh yeah, that was a wonderful thought. That scalding hot wetness surrounding her…

Famine moaned, orgasm shuddering through her, Sabine echoing a moment later, shivering sex dousing Famine’s invading digits with hot fluids. Beyond their awareness masked by bliss the room overturned itself in a shockwave. Famine ignored it, so much time around Pestilence, the telekinetic burst didn’t bother her the least bit.

The Immortal sighed, stretching herself out along Sabine, weight shifted slightly off to not crush her. Sabine didn’t object, arms wrapped around Famine, nuzzling against her neck.

Famine smirked, kissing Sabine softly, “Did you like that, princess?”

Sabine giggled that beautiful sound, breathlessly this time, tenderly kissing in return, “I loved it, thank you.”

Famine ran her hand softly over Sabine’s face, such soft skin, delicate features. There was that delicate thought again, how odd. “Hn,” it didn’t matter, Famine had strength to make up for that delicateness, “Time for you to sleep, princess.”

Sabine’s smile ran away quickly, those pretty blue eyes blinking at Famine, “Want to be with you.”

Famine’s expression softened just slightly, only for a moment. She sighed, resting her cheek against Sabine’s, “No fear, princess, I’ll stay with you as you sleep.”

It was only proper after, being the strong one.





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