Duty, 37: A Moment of Warmth
21 Apr 2023Meowers
Warning: contains adult content.
Sometimes, even when everything around looks so sad and dark, a bit of rest and a bit of good news is all you need to keep going. A little more fuel for your inner strength. An evidence of your efforts really meaning something. Your actions, making a difference. Like, the day after the last attack went in quite a sombre atmosphere with people doing their work with their heads down and barely talking to each other. No wonder at all, what happened during the first evac wave was horrible. However, the second day began with a message broadcasted all over the settlement: our transports and escorts made it to safety without any casualties, kicked a bit more of green arse on their way and currently being patched up, rearmed and refuelled for a second trip. Low orbit patrols were reporting 'all clear' on schedule. And... Hey, it's not that bad. We nailed a heckload of them and they aren't dropping down on our heads, I bet they left to sob and lick their wounds, sixteen thousand people are safe, and those who wait for the second wave are armed to the teeth. So, hey, it's just one more day after all the hell we've been through already. That kind of mood.
Mion waited for me on the bench next to the command building, and with all official stuff done, we returned to her quarters together to pack our bags. Hah, there was even some air left in mine for more of Mion's things; we were going to drop them off for loading into the transport anyway. Then, a quick dinner, a bit of light-hearted talking on the balcony, and, you know...
Even if I've always been a bit slow with slight signs and hints, that one wasn't so slight. It's hard to miss something like that.
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When we walked back into the room, Mion turned around to face me and gently placed her hands on my shoulders. Looking into my eyes, she smiled and said quietly, almost whispering, "This may be our last night here... For a long time. How should we remember it?"
And, looking at her, standing in front of me and smiling softly, in her simple tank top and cosy home shorts, I suddenly felt something that also seemed to be dormant, hidden within me for a long time, like a wave of warmth spreading throughout my soul; she looked so sweet, so adorable, her charming smile made me forget about all our burdens, our hardships for a moment. For that night, a night that we could spend together as if there was nothing in this world but us. I put my hands on Mion's waist and slowly pulled her towards me, her hands slipped down to my collarbones; and our lips touched.
As a little spark that can ignite the flame, this tender kiss fuelled our desire, unleashed it, gave it a long-awaited freedom, and we gladly allowed it to guide us. I looked into Mion's hypnotising, beautiful eyes once again, smiled mischievously and kissed her, wantingly, deeply, feeling my heart rate quickening. She flattened her hands against my shoulderblades, holding tightly, pressing her body against mine as we kissed, and the wonderful feel of her warmth, so close to me, made me yearn for more.
My hands slid lower onto the backs of her thighs, where I squeezed her gently; Mion inhaled deeply in response and it was a reaction that I wanted and enjoyed a lot. I led my hands upwards slowly, firmly, almost lifting her up a little, until I reached the softest part of her body, where I stopped to linger a bit more. She held me tightly as our tongues twisted, tangled, writhed in a passionate, long kiss, my hands moved chaotically, lustfully squeezing and rubbing her, and the sensation of excitement within me made me desperate to feel her even closer, to feel her with every inch of my skin.
I let my longing for her build up to the point where it clouded my mind; eagerly, I pulled her top upwards and threw it onto the chair. Dimmed lights and soft shadows played on her body, she looked irresistibly, stunningly beautiful, and every my single thought at that moment was about her, I yearned to see, to hear, to feel her bathing in pleasure and excitement. I got rid of my own top quickly and wrapped my arms around her, and we both couldn't help but moan in delightful anticipation when our bodies touched. Rubbing my hands firmly over her back, I slid them lower, under the waistband of her shorts, and let them stay there for a little more, holding, rubbing and squeezing, with a yearning desire for her, enraptured by the feel of her, so amazingly soft and smooth, while we kissed once again, enjoying the sensation of our bodies being tightly pressed.
Once we removed our clothes completely, I placed my hands on Mion's shoulders and a playful smirk appeared on my face; looking into her fathomless eyes and slowly pushing her backwards, I made a few careful, small steps until her back touched the wall behind her. I leaned forward a little to reach her lips with mine and moved my hands lower, onto her breasts, where I spent a bit more time, playing with her with my fingertips, tickling and catching, drawing circles around, pressing gently. Her responses, her long-drawn groans of enjoyment, slight movements of her body so close to me intensified my excitement; delighted by seeing and feeling her reactions becoming stronger, I craved for more.
Rubbing my hands over Mion's beautiful body, I moved them to the sides and lower, reaching her waist. Holding her firmly, I kissed the edge of her lips, then I went down along the side of her neck, covering her smooth skin with kisses, reached the collarbone to stay there for a little more, and eventually my lips found her breast. Enjoying her moans of pure delight, her shaky breathing, slight twitching and squirming of her body, I played with her with my tongue and lips, tracing circles, tickling, gently squeezing and pulling. She placed both her hands onto my head and caressed my hair, moving up and down smoothly, letting strands of hair run freely between her fingers.
Kissing my way down, I got on my knees slowly; my lips reached Mion's navel and I stopped there, enjoying the feel of her hands on my head as she stroked my hair passionately, in anticipation. Playfully touching the sweet skin of her stomach with the tip of my tongue, I traced a few circles around the navel and kissed it smoothly; captivated by her sweetness, I covered her stomach with kisses, moaning quietly in delight. Mion arched her back slightly, breathing shakily and letting out short groans of pleasure, and I couldn't resist the temptation to proceed even lower. Reaching the very bottom, I pressed my lips tightly against her delicate skin, excited by her sharp gasp and a muffled long groan in response to my actions; I slowly closed my eyes and let a couple of seconds pass, giving her a moment of sweet foretaste.
I got up, sliding my hands up Mion's hips, waist, up to her ribs and to the sides of her breasts, and placed my palms on her shoulders. Looking into her stunning, bottomless eyes, seeing her gently biting her lower lip, I smiled softly, touched the tip of her nose with mine and gave her a kiss. Holding her by the shoulders, I guided her, making her turn around, then I made a little step forward, and, standing firmly on my feet, pressed my body smoothly against hers. Incredible feeling of her skin on mine, of all her beauty so close to me made me moan quietly in pleasure, and a sweet tingling sensation appeared down below, deeply within my core, when my lower body touched hers. I slipped my hands between Mion's body and the wall, rubbing them over her shoulders, down to the collarbones and then lower to her breasts.
Stopping my left hand on her breast, I kept moving my right hand steadily, down to her stomach and lower. Mion made a strong gasp, followed by a groan of pure excitement, when a couple of fingers of my right hand reached the place where we both wanted them to be, and my left hand squeezed her breast gently at the same moment. Placing my head on her shoulder, I touched the side of her neck with my lips and felt her warm hands reaching my thighs from left and right; closing my eyes in a long blink, I kissed her neck and began moving my right hand, smoothly squeezing and releasing her breast in the same pace with my left.
Muffled, long-drawn moans began appearing in Mion's deep, heavy breathing as I moved; she spread her fingers, grasping my thighs firmly when I gently pressed the base of my palm against her silky skin, adding a little more touch to my actions. Moving steadily, with my eyes relaxedly closed, I felt myself absolutely devoted to her, and that was truly wonderful. Every little part of my body, every inch of my skin yearned, eagerly wanted to give her as much warm, glowingly bright sensations of bliss, happiness and enjoyment as it even possible to imagine. Her responses were delightful, sweet, enchanting, I enjoyed every single moment, feeling her body twitching and squirming with pleasure, hearing her voice so close to me, sensing her tension and her warmth.
Mion's breathing became shaky, erratic, shallow, and every her exhalation turned into a groan; I bit her neck gently, continuing my synchronous movements in an ever increasing pace, until the tension that had built up within her reached its peak in an instant, and then was finally released. She let out a loud, unrestricted cry of ecstasy as she arched her back forcefully and grabbed my thighs for a short moment, before relaxing her entire body completely and leaning back on me. I carefully helped her to turn around; feeling her quivering, I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a soft kiss. I looked at her beautiful face, and when our eyes met once again, an immense, bright feeling of warmth, of tenderness towards her overwhelmed me. Her eyes were half-closed, she breathed slowly and deeply, and the look of her smile, so adorable, so sweet, made me, and my soul, smile with her, together.
We made it to the bed, and, laying next to each other silently, we both smiled happily, so glad to be together tonight, basking in feelings of thankfulness and contentedness. Mion gently placed her hand on my cheek, while I caressed her wonderful skin, touching her with my very fingertips, following her beautiful curves, from the side of her chest, down to the waist, and then lower to the hip, and back again. I felt myself sweetly hypnotised, looking into her charming dark eyes, caressing her, being with her. She's so amazing.
Mion moved closer to me, sliding her hand down onto my waist, smiled playfully and her lips touched mine. At first, it was a soft, tender and slow kiss, but then I felt her hand holding my waist firmly; she pulled herself even closer and our bodies touched once more. And the next time she kissed me, she did it passionately, wantingly, our tongues began tangling and twisting, she bit my lower lip gently and I couldn't help but flatten my hand against her back, pressing our bodies tightly against each other, feeling my desire for her reigniting after that short sweet intermission. She wanted to return the favour and I was certainly looking forward to it.
The wonderful sensation of her hand, rubbing my back, going up and down, complimented by our kiss, made me feel those first, soft yet ever growing waves of warmth, starting within my core and spreading across my entire body. Interrupting the kiss, Mion placed her hand onto my shoulder and pushed me slowly, and I gladly accepted that, rolling onto my back, feeling my heart rate increasing in anticipation. Quickly, not giving me a single chance to do anything, she swung her knee across my body and sat on top of me, straddling; the feel of our lower bodies touching made me close my eyes in a slow blink and let out a quiet moan of pleasure. Mion leaned towards me, placing her elbows to the left and right of me; I inhaled sharply, feeling her even closer, looking into her eyes, as excitement began to take over my mind, and was about to moan once more when she kissed my lips.
Waves of warmth coursed relentlessly across my entire body as she moved lower, covering me with kisses, from my lips down to the neck, then to the collarbones, and I couldn't help but arch my back slightly and almost uncontrollably when she reached my breasts. I placed my hand onto her head, I stroked her amazing silky hair, and the incredible feel of her tongue and lips, as she played with my breast, intensified my already strong yearning for her, making it impossible to contain within me any longer. Breathing shakily and shallowly, I groaned in ever growing delight, my core muscles tensed, and when her lips touched my stomach, I clawed at the bedsheet with my free hand and inhaled sharply and deeply, desperately aching in desire for her to continue.
Mion moved a little further down and slid her hands under the backs of my thighs, wrapping her arms around them and placing her palms onto my hips; my heart skipped a beat and then raced quicker in anticipation as her lips touched the skin of my inner thigh. Teasing me, coming closer and closer, then lingering for a second and going down my thigh again, she made me yearn for her so strongly that it felt like I'm melting, burning inside and nothing could stop this. And with the first, delicate touch of her tongue, I grabbed the bedsheet with both my hands and let out a loud, long-drawn groan.
Feeling every her slight move, with my breathing shallow and ragged, I let the delightful sensations run freely throughout my entire body and soul. Waves of warmth coursed unceasingly from down below up to my heart, her every single touch echoed, resonated within me, tickling and tingling added to the tension, and all these feelings began coalescing into glowingly bright, sweet bliss, building up within my core. As her movements from smooth and long went to being short, firm, frequent, the tension quickly became so strong that my body squirmed, shivered, it couldn't resist the pleasure and excitement that overwhelmed me. My inhales turned into gasps, my exhales turned into groans, and when the tension nearly reached its peak, I held my breath, flattened my hands and pressed my feet against the bed forcefully, so willing to feel everything in its maximum.
I arched my back, unable to control my body anymore, and inhaled loudly. My vision blurred, my hands grabbed the bedsheet once again, I squeezed my eyes tightly shut when a hot unstoppable wave ran throughout me, releasing the tension, leaving me weakened and quivering slightly. I fell on my back, with my heart thumping heavily, and at the same moment the wonderfully bright sensation of bliss, so delightfully warm and sweet, spread from my core across my entire body, making me let out a deep, satisfied long moan. Seeing my reaction, Mion pressed her lips against me and kept them there for a little while, and a few more following small waves of bliss emanated from down below and ran through my body quickly, adding up to this incredible sensation.
Mion made her way up, and, laying on the bed next to me, she looked at me and smiled softly. I turned on my side, and with my arms still weakened, with my heartbeat still echoing within my core, with residual waves still running through me, I placed both my hands on her wonderfully soft cheeks. Looking into her adorable face, feeling so happy, so boundlessly grateful to her, I gave her a slow, warm kiss. She kissed me back, sweetly, and we wrapped our arms around each other and entwined our legs, to be as close as it is even possible for two human beings, sharing our warmth, our enjoyment and happiness.
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...When our breathing stabilised and my weakness faded away, we both headed to the kitchen to have a classic smoke'n'coffee to compliment the sensations, and, being still a bit woozy, I couldn't help but ask Mion about her name. Hah. The thing that seemed a bit peculiar all that time. And what a moment to ask, hah. Okay, okay, I've always been a bit weird.
She smiled, lighting up a cigarette, and told me the whole little story behind it. Her parents, in their younger years, were big fans of history, especially ancient eastern cultures and their philosophy, despite being of completely different descent, and liked those meanings of names and the duality beneath the translation of hers. In ancient Japanese, it meant both 'beautiful song' and 'monstrous noise', depending on the context and writing style, as far as they, and she, knew.
"They believed that the name can predetermine one's path. So, they told me... I was given this one so that I could either attract or repel, comfort or scare off, depends on what I want more. Uh... I should try contacting them again, definitely. After... All that. And you, do you know something about yours?"
"Oh. Wow. That's... That's even poetic. And mine, it's a bit old too. Eastern European. Means... 'strong stream'. Whatever that's for... I don't know much, really. I don't think it's somehow special."
"Do you see? You're like a stream of water, you gave hope to the barren, dying desert, you helped the thirsty, wounded, weary. And, like a stream of water, you're crushing the foes relentlessly, leaving destruction in your wake. Also... Mmmm... I've been feeling thirsty all the time looking at you until we finally got here."
I smiled and wrapped my arms around her beautiful body, trying not to spill the coffee on the floor. Still let the few drops out, hah. Finishing our treats, we returned to the bed where we spent every remaining minute in each other's embrace, holding each other closely.
Happy to have that little moment of warmth amidst the chaos.