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Meeting in the B1 access shaft during breaks had become a regular ritual.
Schwan being in charge of the shifts meant they shared a fair number of break periods.
Wölfin would say it was part of the perks of sleeping with the protektor controller but...well...they hadn't actually slept together. Or kissed. If anything, since that moment in the music room, they'd hardly touched.
It felt like a strange tension lay between them.
Was she misjudging things? They had grown close, much closer than she'd normally like to admit but...to take that extra step; to reach out...would it ruin whatever it was they already have?
She watched Schwan slouch against the wall, lips wrapping round that lucky, lucky cigarette as Wölf lit it for her. She cursed internally and looked away from her mouth.
Easy there, pervert...she's literally just smoking.
But damn if she didn't look good just like this, with legs that went all the way up and up and up, reflecting the dim light with their smooth white sheen.
This wasn't like Wölfin. Whenever it came to girls she could walk the walk with the best of them. She'd certainly desecrated the showers a couple of times messing around with EULRs...
But Schwan was different. She was a storch, yet not. An eule, yet not. She was...she was Schwan. She'd never be able to treat the pursuit of her like any of her careless flings.
She sure was getting desperate though.
Sometimes she'd run a hand down her leg, remembering the heavy weight of that head in her lap...then the thoughts would jump to a scene much less tender and much more lewd.
She scowled as her lighter acted up trying to light her own stick, the flick of her finger becoming increasingly aggressive with her frustrations until a long shadow fell over her.
"Need a hand?" Asked Schwan.
The STAR sighed, holding out her unlit butt.
"Yeah...you got a light?"
"Of a sorts," she smiled, but there was something nervous about it.
Long fingers put the stick in Wölfin mouth, her breath catching as a handsome face descended to hers. The cigarettes tips met with a kiss, and Wölfin's was soon smoking. As Schwan pulled away, the starling could swear her own heart had stopped.
Where did she learn that?
But Schwan was not out of surprises it seemed. As she stood, looking down on her ex-mentor, she proceeded to blew a ring of smoke at her and winked through it. Actually winked!
Wölfin gaped.
"The hell taught you how to do that?"
The storch was blushing now, desperate to keep her false bravado on.
"What; you think I can't learn a few tricks on my own?"
A beat. A sigh, then,
"I...may have asked Löwin for some advice in...in seduction."
Wölfin's eyes boggled. All this time she figured she would be the one doing the seducing, when she...uh...eventually got the courage for it.
Oh boy. Löwin was never gonna let her live this down...
She pushed the thought away, recovering smoothly to waggle her eyebrows at her tall beau.
"Well, consider me seduced, oberfeldwebel...'
Schwan grimaced.
"Please don't call me that when we kiss."
"Oh? and when do you plan on doi-".
Suddenly she couldn't speak because her lips were very occupied. Quick and light like a hummingbird on a flower, and then it was gone all too soon. Wölfin cursed her brain for not carving every intricate detail of that one moment.
Schwan was blushing again but attempted to put on a casual swagger where she stood. It was adorable, really.
"There. See? I can take initiative."
Wölfin couldn't help it; she laughed. Because it was all so...ridiculous! She was an idiot to think Schwan would wait forever for her to act.
Schwan's temporary confidence wilted away. Her gaze fell to the floor, a dark strand of hair falling from behind her ear to cover her face.
"What am I doing...this was a mistake, I'm sorry."
Ah shit.
This beautiful replika had done her best to try and be clear with her (even talked to fucking Löwin for Revolutionary's sake...) and she had gone and laughed like an idiot.
Her heart dropped as the form of the storch made to leave and she scrabbled to grab her wrist, wincing at how aggressive it seemed. Schwan flinched but turned to look at her, visibly upset but trying once again to contort her face into neutrality.
"What is it, Wölfin? I need to head back to my shift."
Wölfin might not have been the one to take the leap but she'd be dawned if she didn't jump in with both feet now. She let go of Schwan's wrist, holding up both hands in what she hoped was an appeasing gesture.
"Look, Schwan...I'm just gonna say it. I want you. Bad. I don't wanna keep pussyfooting round it when it feels like I'm gonna combust whenever I see you stoop through a door."
Schwan snorted. Good; laughter was always a good sign.
"Given all...this," she gestured vaguely at them both, "I'm thinking you feel the same way, right? I just...I just always assumed I'd be the one to make the move. My bad. Honestly I should've done this cycles ago."
Trap set. Those gorgeous eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"Done what?"
And sprung! She pulled Schwan into her embrace, hoping to give her something they could both remember. As their lips locked, Wölfin relished in the fact that Schwan's were just as soft as they looked. She sighed contentedly as they moved together, hand cupping the back of the storch's head to push her closer, as if she could drink her up entirely.
She felt Schwan's free hand wrapping around her waist to pull in close, then a tongue tracing on her lip. The taste of smoke-stained polymer hit as an ungodly large tongue explored her mouth, occasionally brushing against hers in its ministrations.
Dear Revolutionary but she was bold. Well, she'd have to up her game then. Dropping her cigarette, she used her free hand to get a heaping handful of Schwan's ass in a salacious squeeze, grinning against her mouth when it elicited a high-pitched squeak before Schwan was smiling too, trying to hold in her laughter.
The kiss broke as it descended into giggling, Wölfin trying to chase the touch by pressing her forehead against Schwan's, who leaned into it with a fading chuckle. She smelled like the nice lavender soaps one might spend a few rationmarks on, if they were feeling fancy.
It was too soft not to ruin with her obnoxiousness.
"Revolutionary, I hope you didn't ask Löw for help with that!"
Schwan pulled her face away to slap her on the shoulder chidingly.
"Of course not, you cretin! Like I'd want to kiss Löwin...I don't know where she's been!"
"'Everywhere", is the short answer," Wölfin chuckled, her tone teasing, "but I don't reckon that's the real reason, do you?"
Schwan's smile turned sly for a moment as she leaned over.
"What, do you want me to say something like..." She moved in even closer, right next to the STARs ear, and her heart clenched again at the sultry whisper, so close her lips could be touching.
"It's you, Wölfin. It's only ever been you."
The STAR was speechless, and pretty sure she was the colour of hydrated beet mix right now.
Schwan's grin was smug. She had earned it. Standing tall, she gave Wölf a hungry look.
"Storch dorm, 20:00."
With that, she put out her cigarette, trying (and failing) to hide the blush that reached all the way to her ears as she left.
Wölfin was still getting her cooling fans under control before she allowed herself a victorious fist pump.
19:55.
Wölfin was pacing outside the door to the storch dorm.
Should she wait? Was it too early? Did she smell okay? Shit, was she meant to have brought something?
The door whooshed open, catching her off guard into an awkward stumble. She caught herself on the frame, only to see the towering form of Schwan looking down at her.
"I could hear your footsteps from inside. You're early."
Wölfin winced. She'd been that obvious, huh.
"Too early?"
Schwan put a hand to her head, scratching. Avoiding her gaze.
"No; early is fine. Good, even."
Shit. There was that stilted awkwardness again. It seemed all that bravado from earlier had truly gone.
Well then. Time to lighten the mood a little.
"You gonna invite me in, oberfeldwebel?" She said with a grin and a wink.
Schwan scoffed, rolling her eyes as she turned into the room. It was a small dormitory; after all, the most storch units that had ever been stationed at Borendt at any one time was 3. As such, 3 elongate beds lined the walls, with the standard, plainy-patterned bedding tucked neatly into each one.
"Please don't. I don't want to picture...whatever it is we're about to do whenever someone calls me that during shifts."
"Oh? No itinerary? That's unusual for you, boss."
Schwan stiffened where she was stood by the bed, back to her. Had she said something wrong?
...oh.
Right.
Schwan was young. Much younger than Wölfin. She had onlined only briefly before being shipped to Borendt, and she had been here less than 300 cycles...
"You've never done this before, have you?" She asked, cautiously. Quietly.
Schwan clutched at her arms, annoyed.
"And when would I have the time for that?"
The starling shrugged.
"Breaks? Can be pretty quick about it if you're in a rush."
Schwan scoffed, turning to face her once more.
"If I recall, I was spending most of my breaks with a certain someone as per her request..."
Oh yeah. Woops. She wasn't sorry.
"Do you regret it?" She asked sincerely.
"Of course not," said the storch.
There was that weird, stiff silence again.
Wölfin sighed, walking over to Schwan and gently taking her arm. Worried eyes looked into hers so she gave the limb a reassuring squeeze.
"Look, you don't have to worry about this stuff. I get it; I've been around the block a few times but...that doesn't mean I know what I'm doing all the time either."
Schwan sat on her bunk, arm slipping from Wölfin's slack grip as she put her face in her hands, shoulders hunched.
"Wölf...what if I'm no good at it?"
The starling wasn't sure what else to say. How could she explain that it didn't matter in a way Schwan would believe?
Her eyes wandered to the storch's bedside. There were a small spattering of books. One on music theory, another on Eusan victory songs, and one on the history of ballet. She honed in on the depiction of the pink-trimmed dancer on the hardback cover.
Hmm. Maybe that was something.
"Think of it...like dancing," she said, slowly.
Schwan fixed her a flat stare through parted fingers.
"You know I'm no good at dancing."
It was sadly true, but it hadn't mattered how many times they stepped on each others feet in the music room the one time they danced together. She wasn't interested in Schwan's feet anyhow. Not when her eyes shone so keenly in the dim light of the room as they held each other to the awful wail of Ruhm der Kaiserin, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of it all. It had become one of her favourite memories.
"But you still have fun, right? You still enjoy it?"
Schwan nodded, the curtain of her fingers drawing away once more.
"I suppose so..."
"Well then," Wölfin reached out a hand to her with an exaggerated bow, "may I have this dance?"
Schwan snorted as she smiled, unfolding from herself to take Wölf's hand and pull her in, legs spreading to accommodate. In her eagerness, Wölfin almost stumbled forward into the storch's arms, catching herself on the white chest armour.
Their faces were so close.
"Well hello there, sweet thing..." She murmered, nosing along Schwan's jawline. She loved the way that made her ears pink and flustered like flower petals she could pluck with her teeth.
She decided to stick to familiar territory for now, pressing tenderly to Schwan's lips and feeling those long arms loop around her waist as she was pulled in flush to the storch's body.
She took the lead this time, licking into Schwan's mouth like a starved gestalt and feeling her gasp hotly as she bit into her lip, tugging. Long, smooth thighs squeezed around her, pushing her navel against Schwan's core, which was warm and inviting against her.
Revolutionary...it was some effort to resist rutting into that...but Schwan deserved better than some mindless animal. Instead, she let her hands drift to the storch's armour, breaking away from the kiss to ask the question with a glance.
Schwan nodded, eyes hooded, and Wölfin kissed her again, fingers finding their way to the armour latches.
The armour specs for storch units were almost identical to STAR specs so it should be a piece of cake. Didn't stop her from having trouble finding them though...she growled at having to stop kissing her beau once again to fix it.
"Having trouble there?" Came the slightly muffled voice of Schwan, clearly trying to hold in her laughter.
"Nah I'm good. Just...building up...the tension..."
"Uhuh. And how's that going for you?"
A few more seconds of fumbling and the latches came away with a smooth click.
"Pretty good actually," she said, holding out the armour triumphantly. Schwan gave her some sarcastic applause and Wölfin playfully grabbed the hands to kiss the fingertips as they squirmed away, giggling.
"Alright, hot shot; it's your turn," said Wölfin, her tone a teasing challenge.
With an almost practiced ease Schwan slid her long fingers to the back of the starling's armour and flicked the latches off, before repeating with the front two, the armour falling to the bed with a soft thump.
Wölfin blinked. Well damn...she tried not to look too surprised.
"Alright, alright! Beginners luck."
She was met with a cheeky grin.
"What can I say? I've been practicing this in my head for a long time."
Oh she might be in trouble.
What else could she do but kiss her?
"Y'mean all those times-"
Another kiss,
"You were lookin' at me in the hallways-"
And another,
"You weren't just oggling my ass?"
Schwan nuzzled close to her ear with the ghost of a smirk.
"I can multitask."
Oh she was definitely in trouble.
Armour gone, she pressed forward, pushing her chest into Schwan's as they locked lips again. The storch's arms looped round her neck as she tugged her down to the bed and from there it felt like a fierce scramble to feel every inch of each other with every movement.
A large hand gripped her hair, tugging and fuck, if that didn't feel like the pull of the Divine against her brain. She groaned.
"Schwan...That's it, liebling..."
Schwan froze. Her eyes were suddenly wide and unseeing.
Wölfin's chest jolted with an icy jab of panic. Had she done something wrong?
Then she recalled the last time they had heard that term of endearment. The hushed tones of one broken eule to another before chunks of her brain matter were strewn across the mess hall floor by an 18.5mm flechette...
She suddenly felt like an asshole but swiftly pulled herself together. Now was not the time to lurk in her own guilt.
"Not that one?"
Schwan shook her head, lips pressed together tensely.
"Schatzi?"
Another shake.
"Hmmm...what about just...baby?"
Schwan seemed to ease. Her eyes had lost that glazed look. Wölfin caressed her cheek with a palm and Schwan turned her face to kiss it.
"I can work with that...what do you think?"
She planted a soft peck on her lips.
"Suits me just fine, baby..."
The starling dragged herself slowly down Schwan's body, enjoying the way the storch visibly gulped. She kissed her way back up those elegant legs, drawing a pleased sigh as she approached the apex. Wölfin had never considered herself a legs guy but she figures she might have to reevaluate with the way Schwan's thighs were twitching around her face with her approach.
EULRs had contacts somewhere around the inner thigh. A quick run of fingers up Schwan's long, pale legs revealed that this wasn't the case with storches.
Well, she did enjoy a chase.
Schwan had started biting her lip the closer Wölfin's lips and hands got to the apex of her thighs.
Maybe the joint then?
She wiggled a finger into the gap and-
Schwan jolted with a gasp, hand coming up to her mouth. Bingo.
She pressed in again, further until she felt the cluster of sinuous wires underneath, and Schwan's hands flew to the sheets, gripping.
"Ah!"
Great Nation above, what she wouldn't give for more of those noises, so she she wrapped one of those slender legs around her waist as she moved her hips, using the momentum against her hand to push deep into the joint with every thrust.
Man did she wish there was a mirror cause they'd look a damn fine sight slotted together like this. Like they were made for this.
The position made it difficult for their navel contacts to connect but it didn't matter. Not when Schwan was making such pretty little noises that she wanted to swallow into her soul.
Speaking of...what could she do with her mouth here while her hand was occupied? Hmmm...
She bent over Schwan's chest and licked a long stripe over the facsimile of a breast. She could feel the slight depression of semiflexible polymer under her lips as she sucked, and looked up to see Schwan's eyes wide. She pulled her mouth away with a lewd pop.
"No good?"
Schwan shook her head, eyes fixed on the STARs mouth.
"I...I can't feel it but..."
Wölfin lay her cheek against the mound, looking coyly up at her.
"You like it? Looks good like this?"
Firm nodding, so Wölfin continued to lick and suck, putting on a show of it as best she could and revelling in the way Schwan's gaze grew ever more hungry as she thrust firmly against her once more, pushing at that sensitive joint again and again.
Her eyes caught the sight of a tempting navel port so she withdrew her fingers from Schwan's thigh joint, chuckling a little when it drew out a disappointed whine. She stroked over the thigh she was now neglecting, pressing a kiss to Schwan's chest.
"How'd you feel about internal play?"
Schwan shuddered in anticipation.
"Please..."
Perfect.
Wölfin dug her fingers under the latch and popped it open, licking her lips. She explored with a single digit, getting a feel for what she was working with, and Schwan sobbed out a moan as she pressed deep in against a loosely-packed bundle.
Satisfied, she withdrew only to plunge two more digits in. She pressed into the wires and spread them with her fingers before massaging them back into place. Schwan was gripping the sheets again, her teeth gritted as she tried not to cry out.
"Ahhn...Wölf! Hmm!"
Wölfin couldn't help herself, nipping and kissing at the storch's throat so she could feel the tremors of her moaning against her lips.
"You feel me spreading you apart?"
Schwan could only nod through her little sobbing moans. Wölfin noticed the way her hooded gaze was fixed on her mouth so she ran her tongue over her lips. Let it linger over a pointed canine as she smirked.
"You want something, babygirl?"
Schwan clenched her eyes closed, gasping as she felt those wires being pushed and pulled and caressed.
"Mouth...ahn! want...want your tongue in me...."
Fuck yes.
Wölf made good and pressed her tongue into the port with a lewd squelch and barely disguised glee. The effect was immediate.
"Fuck...Fuck! Wölf! Please!"
Her name sounded so sweet in that beautiful bass of hers...
She could taste metal, plastic, traces of coolant and her own oral lubricant as she swirled her tongue inside, pushing against that bundle again and again with increasing ferocity until Schwan's mouth was hanging open in a continuous whine, pushing herself against Wölfin's face, desperately chasing her end that approached with all the weight of a freight train.
"F-fuck! I think I'm...I-?!"
Her whole body clamped around Wölfin as she siezed up, fingers pressing into her back so hard the STAR was sure she'd see marks the next morning. Wölfin could swear she felt Schwan's port twitching around her tongue and shit, if that didn't make her feel like a million rationmarks...
She withdrew, her tongue tingling slightly. Schwan was a glorious, fucked out mess beneath her, and she didn't need one of those fancy eidetic modules to know she'd be imprinting this picture to her memory forever. She tucked a strand of sticky hair out of her face.
"You alright there, boss?"
Schwan panted, still coming down from her high.
"Hah...I'm not sure I can feel my legs..."
Wölfin stroked over her heated face fondly, but then Schwan was pushing herself up.
"Just...ha...give me a second. Your turn..."
The STAR put up her hands hastily.
"Look, you don't have to. I'm havin' a good time either way."
Schwan scoffed.
"Don't be ridiculous...I've wanted to do this for a long time."
With a sudden burst of energy she rolled them both so that Wölfin could feel her full storch heft on top of her. It made her contacts throb deliciously.
At this point, she was so worked up she wondered if her internal wiring would be smoking with it.
Schwan didn't waste any time, immediately pressing her face into the starling's neck to bite and suck around the contacts there before lavishing the metal direct with her thick, wet tongue. She cursed, bringing her hand up to squeeze at the storch's ass again.
Revolutionary...had she really never done this before?
Then that tongue was gone for a moment so that the lips it belonged to could speak into the skin at her nape.
"Do you know what I was thinking, when I first saw you this morning?"
Wölfin shook her head, struggling to pay attention as she shook with desire. Schwan propped herself up, pushing her hips downwards against her as she looked her directly in the eye like a hunting beast.
"All I could think about was my tongue on your neck and your fingers in my ports."
Fuuuck. She needed more. Right now.
Wölfin took her hand and led it to the back of her waist to finger the contacts there. Schwan was a quick learner, attacking her neck again as she pushed firmly into her waist, hips still thrusting against her heat.
In her growing haze, Wölfin was trying to remember the last time it had felt like this. If it had ever felt like this. As if, ever since that day in the music room, she had been a kettle rising to a torturously slow boil, waiting for the whistle to blow, and now it was all happening at once and beyond her control.
Schwan held her tight and close as her fingers increased their merciless ministrations over her waist. That big tongue made one last teasing circle around her neck before she was murmuring in her ear.
"I have you, darling..."
Wölfin was a bursting star, pieces of her mind shooting away in bright, pleasured fractures.
She became aware of her slumped body, a large hand tracing gentle shapes on her back.
"Well hello there, sweet thing," said Schwan, grinning triumphantly.
Wölfin turned over to get a full eyeful of that handsome face. Schwan dipped down on her elbows to peck her on the cheek, before a sly look crawled onto her mouth.
"So. Darling, hmmm?"
The starling playfully shoved her face away.
"Oh shush, babygirl!"
They snickered, their tired, entangled bodies vibrating with it. Then she pulled Schwan's back to her chest, curling around her, marvelling silently at how they fit so well together like this.
She pressed her nose into the crook of Schwan's neck and she jerked a little, clearly a bit ticklish there. Cute!
"So," she broached carefully, "did it meet your expectations?"
"You're joking. You practically blow my wires out and you're asking me if it was good?"
"Just wanted to check!"
Schwan turned in her arms, putting on a mock serious face.
"I think you performed more than adequately, STAR-3513. I'll make sure to include that thing you did with your tongue in your quarterly evaluation."
Wölfin tried to twist her face into something resembling professionalism.
"My thanks, oberfeldwebel. And may I commend you on your equally stellar performance this cycle?"
Now they were both grinning like fools.
Then Schwan's smile faded a little, her eyes flicking away nervously.
"Could you...will you stay with me?"
Wölfin thought about it. Her cadre were sure to give her shit in the morning if they caught her doing the walk of shame to the dorms.
She looked at Schwan's pretty face, still slightly flushed, hair a messy, coolant-drenched halo and eyes half open like she would pass out any moment.
Ah fuck 'em.
Wölfin nestled into her lovers chest and closed her eyes, content.