With yesterday's practice, Jino was able to get all of Cora's clothes off in record time. "Oh," she whispered reverently. "Were you thinking about me?" She pressed her hand between Cora's legs, her fingers making a faint
squish
in the process.
"I- I was."
Jino swore under her breath, kneeling in front of Cora. She muffled a low moan as Jino's tongue pushed into her, then slowly pulled out. She mumbled something against Cora's thigh, her teeth grazing against her skin.
Cora tried to lean forward. "Hm?"
As Jino repeated herself, a loud
beep
sounded.
"Jino, you're needed to the front for a patient transfer."
Surprising Cora, she snarled. Carefully, Jino set Cora down and straightened up, sighing. "I'm not done with you."
Cora grinned. "You better not be. I'll go check on Della while you do that."
After putting her clothes back on, Cora went to Della's room. Expecting him to be asleep, she opened the door and stepped in, shutting it behind her.
"Cora?"
She jumped. "Oh, I didn't know you were awake."
Della rolled over to face her, nodding. His sleepy expression changed as he took a deep breath. "Again?"
Cora sat down next to him. "What do you mean?"
"You're not in heat again, are you?"
Cora shrugged. "I really can't tell. I'm..." She realized that she had no idea what the word for
horny
was in Roshak.
"Horny?" Della grinned.
"That's how you say that?" Cora laughed. "Extremely. Not like I'll die without it, but it's hard to ignore."
He shifted, pushing himself up and adjusting his pillow. "I can't help you right now."
Tapping her fingers together nervously, she looked over at him. "Well, you know the head nurse?"
Della nodded.
"I- She's really-" Cora became frustrated. "Would it be bad if I wanted to do something with her?"
"At work?" Della laughed. "Wow, you're terrible. With your boss?"
Turning slightly purple, Cora sighed. "Can I blame being in heat?"
"Are you worried about what we'll think?"
She nodded.
"Mar or Tor might be upset, but they can't stay upset at you for long. Especially since they're not here to help you." He squinted at her, inspecting her eyes. "You're not really in heat, but I won't tell them that."
"I just feel guilty, they're trying to find me, and I'm-"
"Working?" Della shrugged. "It's not that serious. You could fuck her in front of me-" he paused, mumbling. "I don't know, I'd kind of like to see that."
Cora was glad she'd learned Roshak as quickly as she did. She laughed.
I like knowing what someone's thinking, for once.
There was a knock at the door. It slid open a crack, the yellow light of the hallway pouring in. "Cora," Jino whispered, opening the door wider.
"Yeah?"
"Is he asleep?"
Della failed to muffle a laugh. "Sorry. No, I'm not."
Jino closed the door behind her, frowning. "Did you tell him?"
"Well, some of them are really territorial. I just felt guilty."
Della waved a hand in the air. "No! No feeling guilty. Get to it."
Eyeing the closed door, Jino walked around the bed. "You... don't mind?"
"Nope!"
"You want to watch?" Her voice lowered, the layered tones husky and insistent.
Cora looked up at Jino.
Oops.
Her eyes were much darker than before, now almost black.
I hope nobody else saw that.
Della turned an interesting shade of purple, nodding.
She grinned, her tail swatting against the metal bed frame. "Oh?"
Cora already had her uniform unbuttoned when Jino grabbed her waist, pushing her against the bed. "Cora," she whispered in her ear. "We have to take care of him, too."
Judging by the way Della's eyes lit up and darted between them, he agreed.
"Can you show me?" Cora could hear the barely restrained need in her whisper.
Fuck.
Nodding, Cora climbed up on to the bed, taking care not to jostle Della's bad leg. Even just pulling the sheet back caused him to twitch, then wince. "Della, if I'm gonna do this, you can't move like that."
He gritted his teeth, stiffening slightly.
"Good."
Jino had moved to the other side of the bed, watching Cora intently.
As Cora's tongue met the tip of Della's cock, she faintly gasped.
I think she's enjoying this more than he is.
Cora pushed herself down further, waiting for her throat to protest. It never did. Della was trembling with the effort of restraining himself. "Fuck,
Cora.
"