A non consensual they/she switching perspective somnophilia......fic? Chatter mostly.

Both of them being so happy to be back with each other after they reunite. Them sharing a bed because they've only got the one, everywhere else is questionably unsafe or too dirty to lay on for the night. There's an awkwardness before they're ready to turn in for the night, they still don't really know each other anymore but there are facets of each other no one else will ever know. Vi in all her bullheadedness and not wanting to sit in the weirdness of it any longer, just goes over to the bed to flop down without further discussion. She pats the empty space on the bed before she turns her back to Jinx for whatever privacy she can give her to figure it out.

When Jinx does finally get over her nerves and gets her nervous fidgeting out of her system, she walks over to the edge of the bed. Vi can feel her eyes burning a hole in the back of her head before she feels the bed bounce with how hard Jinx threw herself on the bed. Vi turns around, quick as lightning, and wraps her arms around Jinx in a bear hug before rearranging into a cozy embrace. Jinx pushes her head under Vi's chin like a particularly affectionate cat and settles in like she's always been there.

One of them falls asleep first while the other can't quite get there, they don't want to lose this moment. Not being able to get the warmth of the other out of their minds, running their hands ever so slowly across the other's arms, shoulder, face... Trying to ingrain them in their head just in case, just in case they get separated again or worse. Working themselves up with the weight and realness of the other wrapped around them until they can't stand it anymore.

Rubbing their own thighs together at first before rubbing themselves on the other's thigh that's made it's way between theirs trying to be slow and quiet. The slow torture of it dragging out for over an hour for all the pauses they needed to take. Every mumble or twitch was enough to stop completely, waiting with baited breath. Working themselves over and over again using the others body and stopping right before the edge until they can't take it anymore. They roll the both of them over until they're sitting on top. They can grind down so much better now, can unzip the front of their pants and work some fingers down the front of their jeans.

It becomes almost unbearable to choke down their own panting and whimpers as they work one and then two fingers into their own soaking core. Using the other's sleeping body to push their fingers deeper into themselves as they grind down lightly right when they thrust into themselves. If the build up hadn't taken so long they'd be embarrassed they came so quickly but the palm of their hand rubbing against their clit and the idea of the other pushing their own fingers deeper and fucking themselves is too much. It feels earth shattering as they sit there in attempted silence, ears ringing with the only other sound being faint and rhythmic water drops in the distance.

They haven't woken their sister up, a small mercy. Unfortunately, they're still worked up even after one of the best orgasms they've given themselves in a while. It takes them a measly minute or two before working themselves up again, heat creeping deep inside of them.

It doesn't help her with how close their cunts are to each other with 2 layers of denim being the only thing separating them. She can feel the heat of both of them mingling through the front of her pants along with the slick in her own pants. She wants to know if her sister is slick too, more than anything. She wants to know if the soft petting she did and desperately choked up noises made it through her layers of sleep, if it got through to her subconsciously.

She wants to feel her, she wants to mark her, even if her sister never finds out she'll always know what she did to her. She'll always know she marked her as her's and her's alone. She thinks her sister might kill her if woke up to see what she was doing, if she woke up and felt what she was about to do to her. She wants to know if she felt her fingers slowly caress over the front seam of her pants until they found the zipper in spite of the threat of rejection.

She wants to know if she felt her slowly pulling the zipper downward, trying to avoid the unmistakable sound of the release of the little metal clips all joined together. She wonders if she'd shiver the same way she just did if she were awake. If she'd shiver while she moves the same fingers she used on herself, still wet with her own slick, through her curls to find her clit. Her hips give the smallest twitch forward and she lets out a soft huff in her sleep so she redirects her fingers further down. She savors the feeling of her fingers right outside of her center, closes her eyes and tries to memorize it before pressing the tip of her pointer finger lighting inward. Just enough to apply pressure but not enough to fully enter as she waits there until her sister does exactly what she wanted her to do. With the little thrusts and grinding movements her sister makes she helps her finger press in deeper until it pushes in and enters her to the first and then second knuckle.

She wants so badly to fuck her with reckless abandon, wants to claim her and make her cry. She just got her back though, if she only ever gets a finger inside of her it'll have to be good enough. She can't risk her noticing anything when she wakes up other than her own slick, as much as she'd love to leave her feeling sore from how she'd stretch her open. Instead, she reverses what she herself had just done, she scoots up a little and uses her own pelvis to lightly grind her hand onto her sisters clit and push her finger a little deeper into her sister.

She's helped out by the writhing her sister does in her sleep, unknowingly chasing a pleasure she shouldn't want. Her sister is soaking, not as wet as she had been when she had touched herself, but she was wet before she had entered her and she rides out the slow pace of their grinding with that thought in mind. Rides out the longest 5 minutes of her life she wishes could have been longer as she feels her sister contract around her finger, making pathetic and sincere noises in her sleep, her mouth slightly open. She looks so beautiful, she makes her want to cry with how much she loves her.

She slowly drags her fingers out of her sister's pants and moved her clean hand to the front of her pants to re-zip them and straighten her up. She cleans up their mixed cum and slick off of her fingers with her tongue, savoring the taste knowing it will be the only one she gets. She wants to know the differences between how they taste.