Back up the closure of the jacket, flicking buttons open one by deliberate one, deliberately sharp movements, each almost a pop in the still darkness. All open, she pushed the sides slowly apart, letting rough twill jacket and silken lining slide against the cotton shirt. She shrugged the jacket off her shoulders, and let it slip smoothly down her arms on to the floor. She sat on the creaking bed and reached down to slip the buckles and untie the laces of her high cavalry boots, releasing the scent of leather from the linings as she pushed each in turn from her feet. Her fingers followed them down, over the lines of her calves, all sinew and wiry muscle, and over her slender feet, sliding the wool socks off them as she went.
"... Beautiful ..." breathed Soot, hardly moving, captivated, fascinated.
She stood again and unhooked the sword from the rings on the belt from which it hung, crouched to lie it carefully on the ground near the wall. Her fingers followed the shape of the sturdy leather belt around her waist, the black pouches with the half-moon ammunition clips, the holstered revolver. All the way back to the front again, tensing the belt to free the buckle as the metal clicked, clacked and rang like a bell.
Next, the buttons of the tight breeches, one, two, three, four and five, and fingers dragging nails over her lower belly, the slight swell of hips, and down her thighs. Back up, whispering fingertips, and then pushing the breeches down, practically peeling them from her body. One leg free, then the other, and fingers slipping back up over her cool bare skin, over the cotton knickers, to the rougher cotton shirt above. Again, buttons, more of them, stiff and loud, and her fingers caressing her bare skin as they went up, slipping between her slight breasts, always too insubstantial to require anything but a shirt over them.
Pushing the shirt apart slowly like opening twin doors, inviting her lover in. Off the shoulders and down the arms and tossed, a touch of flamboyance, of building confidence, into the corner. She hugged her own skinny elbows and ran palms up over her own shoulders and down, just the lightest hiss of skin on skin. Over her nipples, down her belly, catching the band of the cotton knickers and dragging them teasingly down her thighs, fingers sliding down her mound in front, cupping herself as she pushed the thin fabric off, then back over her thighs and her buttocks and down, whispering all the way to the floor. Fingertips stroking slowly from ankles to knees to the points of her hips, and she felt aflame for Soot, unwrapped and presented, ready and greedy for her touch.
"Come here," she whispered then, "Come here and find me."
And Soot did. Her fingers found Anhelia's body, explored every part of it as she stood there, feet apart, arms spread wide, opened to her. Warm exploring fingers, inquisitive, touching everything as if to place every shape and curve and crease in her memory. The hands found Anhelia's small, gently hanging breasts and cupped them and squeezed their cool flesh, and Soot's fiery breath washed over them before her burning lips caught the icy nipples and captured them, sending waves of heat through Anhelia's body. She felt like a ice sculpture, melting in her lover's dark flame.
Her hands caught and twisted in Soot's stiff, silvery hair, feeling its prehensile strands curling around her fingers, rippling under her touch. Soot's long tongue curled around her breasts, one then the other, tasting her, arousing her to shivers of delight. She gasped and tightened fingers on Soot's head. A warm hand worked its way in between her thighs, cupping, pressing, rubbing, pushing inward, laying its claim on her, taking her in hand and possessing her.
Those burning kisses now descended her belly, the tongue swirling suggestively over and into her navel before dipping further, more kisses down the slight swell of her lower belly and over her pubic mound, which Soot nuzzled deeply, rubbing her face against, licking along the crease of her thighs on each side. Anhelia had to hold herself upright with her grasp on Soot's head and shoulders, for her knees were shaking, her head thrown back, eyes starting blankly upward.
Soot's hair was tickling her sensitive thighs, rippling like the frills of ocean coral. Her lips mouthed at Anhelia's flesh, tugging gently, stroking. Slowly further down, inexorable pleasurable fate. Kisses, soft kisses, and she felt herself pushing forward with her hips, urging her lover onward and further. She required little prompting, and the kisses descending her outer lips became warmer, hungrier, wider, wetter. If she were still humanly alive, she would have been smearing Soot's smooth face with the liquid of her arousal, which was a flickering high note slowly building above the heavy bass of their slow movements against each other. Soot's long tongue parted her wetly and cleaved her apart, and she found herself voicing her delight in a sigh that became an uncontrollable moan as that wonderful tongue found the exact perfect spot, its tip lifting her clitoral hood to flutter and stroke its shaft and head.
Strange sensations further down puzzled her pleasure-muddled mind until she realized Soot was wetting her own fingers in dribbled saliva before pushing them slowly between Anhelia's labia and into her, two long, supple fingers sliding inside and hooking around, possessing her, pulling her hips into Soot's adoring mouth and pressing and rubbing places on the inside that joined the sensation of her clit and sent her into pulsing, thigh-shuddering climaxes, hardly even aware of her screams of delight.
Her eyes stared wide but her mind was filled with images quite different, with an unearthly glow of joy filling them, as if she watched the delight not only of herself but so, so many others, joined in this circle of pleasure. So captivating were they that she hardly noticed the weakening of her knees and her body sagging, was only dimly aware of Soot's strong hands clasping her and holding her and carrying her, of the soft bedding that she collapsed into.
When Soot got in next to her, her long body naked now against Anhelia's, her warm glow filling Anhelia's senses, her senses had returned enough to murmur, "Now you got me ... into your whore's bed ... just where you wanted me. Damn your ... tricksy tongue, woman ..."
Soot's response was a soft kiss on the forehead as she wrapped the smaller, colder woman in those long arms. Anhelia snuggled into her, pressing her face into Soot's firm, warm breasts, closing her eyes with a sigh of delight. She nuzzled them, finding a nipple and slowly wrapping her lips around it as she drifted into a slow, dream-filled sleep, full of echoes of pleasure.
