#;isla

Deciding to come to this planet and live in the castle had been one of the best decisions Sophia had ever made. Her sisters had all laughed at her -- said that she’d be playing servant to the princess, said that she’d be surrounded by crazy women who hated men and that she’d be back within the month, looking for a husband. But none of those things were true. She got to wear fancy dresses, go to the most extravagant balls, and gossip with the princess, hardly a servant’s role. And the people here didn’t really hate men -- at least, not any more than the people back home hated women. Things were just ... a little bit reversed. As for a husband ... Well. She didn’t really think that’d be a problem -- the ladies here were pretty enough to keep her entertained. She didn’t have anything against men, not really, but she couldn’t say she missed having them around all the time.

But there were some downsides to being a lady in waiting. Such as ... waiting. Celeste, the princess, was her best friend, and when she had to go do princess things (like listen to the commoners as they come forth with complaints, or whatever it was she was doing -- she forgot, but Celeste was sure to tell her about it later), Sophia found herself with nothing to do. She tried watching a drama on the Glass for awhile, but it simply didn’t hold her interest. She was never one for dramas, anyways. She didn’t like being an outside observer as things unfolded -- she wanted conversation, and you couldn’t have that with an actor on a screen.

Giving up, she went down to the kitchen for a snack. She was already bored, there was no need for her to go hungry, too. After years in the castle, she knew her away around like she knew the layout of the mansion back on her homeworld. She perused the various pantries, plucking out snacks that caught her eye. She spun around with an armful of treasures, an unopened package of cinnamon apple slices dangling from her mouth -- and almost ran smack into an unfamiliar face. “Oh,” she said, promptly forgetting the package in her mouth. She had to juggle a bit to keep it from falling to the floor. “Hi! You’re new!”

“Just my hands?”

The words came out as an amused murmur, low and teasing and intimate as she shifted forward to fulfill those thoughts she was having, dragging her fingertips down Isla’s stomach before gripping her hips, thumbs rubbing at hipbones still covered by dark panties. Isla wasn’t covered by much anymore, her clothes stripped off to land somewhere that Alecta hadn’t kept track off and truthfully didn’t care about, not when Isla was stretched out on her bed, creamy skin offset by dark lingerie and bright hair.

“Is this what you had in mind?” Doubtful, but Alecta didn’t really care, not when she had her own plans in mind and Isla didn’t really seem to be complaining even though Alecta’s voice had turned curious and innocent.

An Alecta that sounded innocent was not an Alecta to be trusted, a smirk appearing on her lips as her hands slid further down, sliding beneath Isla’s thighs and pushing her legs up and wider apart. “You haven’t thought about my mouth at all? Not even a little?” She asked, pressing her mouth to the inside of Isla’s thigh and pressing wide spread kisses along her skin.

With only a few brushes of her lips, Alecta had moved so that her tongue could drag across the outer edge of Isla’s panties, catching both fabric and flesh  in her quest to lick at the growing damp spot between Isla’s legs. “I think it’s time to get you naked, don’t you?

As much as Isla loved Alecta’s moans and she soft arch in her back when she climaxed, she was addicted to this side of her girlfriend. She couldn’t even begin to describe how aroused she became when Alecta took charge. That seductive lilt in her voice, the firm yet teasing touch of her fingers... Isla was left speechless. Just as she was now, lips parted as she shook her head at the brunette’s question. No, never just her hands. 

Breaths heavy with excitement, Isla couldn’t help but squirm against the soft sheets beneath her. “No,” she managed to exhale, fingers curling in white fabric. She was more than willing to part her thighs when Alecta applied just the slightest bit of pressure, and she sank past a small lump forming in her throat. The second Alecta’s lips pressed against Isla’s skin, however, she closed her eyes and released a soft moan. “A lot,” she breathed. “Your mouth, baby... please.”

The Blackout had been hard for everyone.  Of course, it was the apocalypse, so that was to be expected.  What wasn’t normal was that when order finally came back, it would be almost immediately followed by turmoil that made the President long for the days when people were slaughtering each other for bags of chips.  At least in those days, he still had Miles at his side.  They’d been best friends since they were children, and Bass had loved him nearly as long.  Finally getting to be with him was... indescribable, even if they had to keep their relationship secret at Miles’ behest.