[Lynea/Mike] - study session
Who:
Lynea
Michaela
When: August 11, thursday, after this post
Where: Lynea's room
Rating & Warnings: R I guess for lesbians.
wow I finished a log with Panda that didn't take weeks and isn't a mile long
Lynea couldn't help it, She laughed. Well, more like a giggle than a laugh and only in between the moments when she could catch her breath. For anyone who knew her as the merciless mercenary officer or criminal warlord would probably find that her casual laughter a little out of character. Maybe even a little scary, but for the women who knew her, especially one in particular who knew just where to place their lips, it was all too common.
Which she didn't mind, especially today. Today was a great day. A great morning to wake up to. A great day to full of lovely little events that eventually ended with an even greater dinner and the excellent company she had right now. Her body spread out amongst the tossed clutter of of bedsheets and covers, her mane of blonde hair pooling across the pillows and leaving her body very much exposed.
With a sigh, Lynea maneuvered her left hand from the back of Mike's head and lightly pulled her lover up to meet face to face. She smiled as her lips pressed into Mike's own, restraining from the urge to both moan and laugh while their lips were together. Her hands stroking the back of Mike's neck and shoulders in the process before pulling away entirely with a deep, satisfied breath.
"It's certainly been a while since we've gone this far..." Lynea mused, staring up at her bedroom ceiling in a glazed haze of fulfillment. Her baby blue eyes glancing over to her lover's side of the bed before her faced for a grin to spread across it.
Mike thumped onto the bed, lying on her side and propping her head up on her arm. "Mmmhm," she agreed, sounding perfectly serene. "Since we had time for such an in depth study session."
She pushed herself up, giving Lynea's stomach an encouraging pat. "You keep on studying, babe. You're getting better every time." With that, she slid away from the bed.
Lynea eyes widened, but instead of being truly outraged or offended, she simply threw a small pillow at Mike with a chuckle that followed. Her hand coming up to pull over the messy sheets to be a little more decent than none at all. "Says the one who's getting out of bed after only a few rounds."
She smirked, leaning back and resting on an arm. "What happened? Age wearing you down already, love? Stay here til morning, you had set up the free time for it anyway and you can't deny my bed is exceptionally comfy than what you have in your room."
As if to emphasize, she patted at Mike's seemingly favorite side. Not that it was Mike's official side of the bed or anything. They didn't have that kind of relationship and it was certainly not Lynea's only. She couldn't even remember when she had met Mike in the first place, not that it mattered. After the nights they've had over the years, Lynea certainly couldn't regret a single one.
Mike caught the pillow expertly. "Yup, that's me. I'm just a little old lady. So frail and weary." She threw the pillow back, aiming for Lynea's face. "Cuz you're so spry yourself."
She turned away, retrieving her clothes from the floor. "Point is, I'd love to stay and study some more, but I feel like shit bailing on the Citadel overnight with all the shit that's been going on."
Lynea dodged the pillow counter-fire and smiled. Her eyes certainly weren't watching her current bed partner get dressed with mild fancy of interest.
After a few moments and a resigned sigh, Lynea scooted herself off from the side of her bed, letting go of the covering sheet to walk behind Mike and help her get dressed..after a fashion. Lynea's round lips found their way onto the Cancellari's neck and shoulders, giving subtle pecks while her hands caressed around waist. Her fingers lightly brushing their way down and then up those thighs that she knew so well before helping to fasten Mike's lower garments.
"As attracted as I am to your loyalty of your job, you really should have more faith in your brothers and sisters." She muttered. "They wouldn't have let you go for the night if they didn't think they could handle it for a little while, hm?"
As much as she appreciated having a beautiful woman's hands all over her, right now Lynea's behaviour was only serving to annoy Mike. She turned around, caught Lynea's jaw in her hand, firmly but not harshly, and tilted her head up to meet Mike's gaze.
She gave a smile, patronizing and humourless. "Babe," she said, in a tone that was just as patronizing as the smile. "How about you let me dress myself, huh? And maybe don't imply that my sense of duty has a single damn thing to do with not believing in my compatriots."
While Mike didn't hold with harm in mind, having her jaw held like it was drew a bit of a different fire in Lynea's eyes. These small little conflicts happened, especially given that they were both aggressive personalities, but Lynea was still a Valdivya and no one, both man or woman, had a right to hold a Valdivya woman like that. Her once slightly confused expression darkened into glare and swatted away Mike's hand before taking a few steps back. She watched her casual lover for a moment before turning around to grab a cigar, lighting it and drawing in a deep breath. She took a few moments to calm down from the sudden looming annoyed mood, scratching her disheveled blonde mane while she let Mike continue getting dressed.
At the second breath and with her eyes only making a brief glance toward the other woman, Lynea finally spoke up again. "I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean it like that."
Mike was satisfied with that reaction, and she ignored Lynea while she pulled on the rest of her clothes. She was buttoning up her shirt when the apology came, and she responded without looking up. "Shit's been rough lately. We're all pretty on edge. I just want to be there if something big goes down." (Like what had happened to Powell. Or a 'situation' with Burrell.)
When wasn't it rough? Lynea wanted to ask, but refrained. The city seemed to be one powder keg short of exploding into chaos the last few months and everyone was on edge. That didn't mean life still didn't go on or that you couldn't be alert while in the process of that life.
Still, She knew Mike well enough that little to anything will stop her once she was on roll. She let her cigar down on the ashtray and swept past her lover to grab Mike's sword from the other nightstand, talking as she went. "I heard about Powell...He was a great man."
Taking the sword, she stepped back towards Mike and offered offer it as a helpful gesture.
"Keep yourself alive too. I don't want to go looking for another 'tutor' when I have one I'm already fond of." she said, her eyes looking up toward Mike's own while a small smile was offered.
"Yeah, he was. And look what happened to him." She finished with the clasp on her cloak and reached out to take the sword, meeting Lynea's eyes briefly before she went to buckle it around her waist.
"Don't worry about me, babe. Ain't nobody in the world wanna pick a fight with this bitch." She flashed Lynea a smile of her own. It faded quickly, though. "Keep yourself safe, alright? Been a lot of shit going on with the nobles in town, too."
Seeing the smile was a little satisfying and told Lynea that the spark that happened a moment ago didn't draw out longer than it had to. The comment certainly drew a more typical smirk from the scarred noble. "Seeing as how I beat you the last few fencing matches we had, I think I'll be fine....but thanks."
Alright, Lynea could admit it, at least to her own self: Mike made her feel a little more girly than usual. Maybe it was the slightly masculine personality, the small amount of height over her, the uniform, or the words of mild concern that she probably didn't mean in the least bit. It was nice. They weren't dating or anything as silly as that, but it was refreshing over the other women or the general chaotic lifestyle Lynea had.
And before the warm feeling passed, Lynea leaned up (with the help of grabbing the collar of Mike's clothes and pulling her down a little) and gave the Cancellari one appreciative and parting kiss. When their lips finally parted, she gave Mike one lingering look before breaking into a small grin (And letting go of Mike's collar). "Your place or mine next time?"
Mike let herself be pulled into the kiss, wondering for a moment just how deep Lynea thought their relationship ran. The flicker of thought was gone soon enough, buried as she told herself that it was just as casual to Lynea as it was to her.
She straightened, adjusting her collar with one hand, and the corner of her mouth tilted up in a smirk. "I'll let you know. Next time." With that, she swept out of the room.
After Lynea heard the last door close and was sure Mike had left entirely, she was starting to have very same question on her mind. Just what in Cita was that all about? Just being a little clingy, weren't we?
She took a few minutes in thought, laying herself back down across the bed with cigar in hand, ashtray next to her and her eyes drifting up toward the ceiling. It just wasn't like herself to get attached to anyone, especially after leaving her husband. There was likely some measure of friendship between them, especially given they'd been sleeping with each other for years, but it never really ran farther than the physical and even that was a little restrained. It was great to know that one of the Bharquites were dead, especially when it was the Duchess. (though Lynea personally would've liked to have been the culprit of that.) That didn't mean she could rest, not when there still was the King and his tainted children. Getting too cozy, no matter the person, wasn't an option. Not with the life she chose for herself or the promise she made to her family.
With one last breath of tobacco-filled smoke, she smothered the finished cigar in the ashtray and slowly got to her feet. Her clothes were everywhere and it took a moment to find what she wanted before throwing one of her boot at the door. It didn't take long for her second-in-command to open her bedroom door and step in, but long enough for Lynea to at least manage to dress to some manner of decency. "Yes, Colonel?"
"How many of us are currently on leave to celebrate tonight?" Lynea asked, not once looking to her Captain as she pulled out a red wig from its hiding spot inside her armorie and stepped toward her vanity mirror.
the Captain didn't move from where they stood, not once curious as to why their superior would ask such a thing. "Since I last checked, a third of those who are supposed to be on shift tonight were allowed to have leave."
"Pull them back from whereever they are. They can celebrate on the weekend." Lynea's hand stroked the edge of the mirror and with an audible click, the mirror swung open to reveal a secret compartment. Lynea reached in and pulled out the porcelain mask that was hidden within, taking a moment to stare at the small, serene smile that remained permanently molded into the otherwise blank mask.
"We still got business to do." She muttered, shutting the mirror closed.
Lynea
Michaela
When: August 11, thursday, after this post
Where: Lynea's room
Rating & Warnings: R I guess for lesbians.
wow I finished a log with Panda that didn't take weeks and isn't a mile long
Lynea couldn't help it, She laughed. Well, more like a giggle than a laugh and only in between the moments when she could catch her breath. For anyone who knew her as the merciless mercenary officer or criminal warlord would probably find that her casual laughter a little out of character. Maybe even a little scary, but for the women who knew her, especially one in particular who knew just where to place their lips, it was all too common.
Which she didn't mind, especially today. Today was a great day. A great morning to wake up to. A great day to full of lovely little events that eventually ended with an even greater dinner and the excellent company she had right now. Her body spread out amongst the tossed clutter of of bedsheets and covers, her mane of blonde hair pooling across the pillows and leaving her body very much exposed.
With a sigh, Lynea maneuvered her left hand from the back of Mike's head and lightly pulled her lover up to meet face to face. She smiled as her lips pressed into Mike's own, restraining from the urge to both moan and laugh while their lips were together. Her hands stroking the back of Mike's neck and shoulders in the process before pulling away entirely with a deep, satisfied breath.
"It's certainly been a while since we've gone this far..." Lynea mused, staring up at her bedroom ceiling in a glazed haze of fulfillment. Her baby blue eyes glancing over to her lover's side of the bed before her faced for a grin to spread across it.
Mike thumped onto the bed, lying on her side and propping her head up on her arm. "Mmmhm," she agreed, sounding perfectly serene. "Since we had time for such an in depth study session."
She pushed herself up, giving Lynea's stomach an encouraging pat. "You keep on studying, babe. You're getting better every time." With that, she slid away from the bed.
Lynea eyes widened, but instead of being truly outraged or offended, she simply threw a small pillow at Mike with a chuckle that followed. Her hand coming up to pull over the messy sheets to be a little more decent than none at all. "Says the one who's getting out of bed after only a few rounds."
She smirked, leaning back and resting on an arm. "What happened? Age wearing you down already, love? Stay here til morning, you had set up the free time for it anyway and you can't deny my bed is exceptionally comfy than what you have in your room."
As if to emphasize, she patted at Mike's seemingly favorite side. Not that it was Mike's official side of the bed or anything. They didn't have that kind of relationship and it was certainly not Lynea's only. She couldn't even remember when she had met Mike in the first place, not that it mattered. After the nights they've had over the years, Lynea certainly couldn't regret a single one.
Mike caught the pillow expertly. "Yup, that's me. I'm just a little old lady. So frail and weary." She threw the pillow back, aiming for Lynea's face. "Cuz you're so spry yourself."
She turned away, retrieving her clothes from the floor. "Point is, I'd love to stay and study some more, but I feel like shit bailing on the Citadel overnight with all the shit that's been going on."
Lynea dodged the pillow counter-fire and smiled. Her eyes certainly weren't watching her current bed partner get dressed with mild fancy of interest.
After a few moments and a resigned sigh, Lynea scooted herself off from the side of her bed, letting go of the covering sheet to walk behind Mike and help her get dressed..after a fashion. Lynea's round lips found their way onto the Cancellari's neck and shoulders, giving subtle pecks while her hands caressed around waist. Her fingers lightly brushing their way down and then up those thighs that she knew so well before helping to fasten Mike's lower garments.
"As attracted as I am to your loyalty of your job, you really should have more faith in your brothers and sisters." She muttered. "They wouldn't have let you go for the night if they didn't think they could handle it for a little while, hm?"
As much as she appreciated having a beautiful woman's hands all over her, right now Lynea's behaviour was only serving to annoy Mike. She turned around, caught Lynea's jaw in her hand, firmly but not harshly, and tilted her head up to meet Mike's gaze.
She gave a smile, patronizing and humourless. "Babe," she said, in a tone that was just as patronizing as the smile. "How about you let me dress myself, huh? And maybe don't imply that my sense of duty has a single damn thing to do with not believing in my compatriots."
While Mike didn't hold with harm in mind, having her jaw held like it was drew a bit of a different fire in Lynea's eyes. These small little conflicts happened, especially given that they were both aggressive personalities, but Lynea was still a Valdivya and no one, both man or woman, had a right to hold a Valdivya woman like that. Her once slightly confused expression darkened into glare and swatted away Mike's hand before taking a few steps back. She watched her casual lover for a moment before turning around to grab a cigar, lighting it and drawing in a deep breath. She took a few moments to calm down from the sudden looming annoyed mood, scratching her disheveled blonde mane while she let Mike continue getting dressed.
At the second breath and with her eyes only making a brief glance toward the other woman, Lynea finally spoke up again. "I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean it like that."
Mike was satisfied with that reaction, and she ignored Lynea while she pulled on the rest of her clothes. She was buttoning up her shirt when the apology came, and she responded without looking up. "Shit's been rough lately. We're all pretty on edge. I just want to be there if something big goes down." (Like what had happened to Powell. Or a 'situation' with Burrell.)
When wasn't it rough? Lynea wanted to ask, but refrained. The city seemed to be one powder keg short of exploding into chaos the last few months and everyone was on edge. That didn't mean life still didn't go on or that you couldn't be alert while in the process of that life.
Still, She knew Mike well enough that little to anything will stop her once she was on roll. She let her cigar down on the ashtray and swept past her lover to grab Mike's sword from the other nightstand, talking as she went. "I heard about Powell...He was a great man."
Taking the sword, she stepped back towards Mike and offered offer it as a helpful gesture.
"Keep yourself alive too. I don't want to go looking for another 'tutor' when I have one I'm already fond of." she said, her eyes looking up toward Mike's own while a small smile was offered.
"Yeah, he was. And look what happened to him." She finished with the clasp on her cloak and reached out to take the sword, meeting Lynea's eyes briefly before she went to buckle it around her waist.
"Don't worry about me, babe. Ain't nobody in the world wanna pick a fight with this bitch." She flashed Lynea a smile of her own. It faded quickly, though. "Keep yourself safe, alright? Been a lot of shit going on with the nobles in town, too."
Seeing the smile was a little satisfying and told Lynea that the spark that happened a moment ago didn't draw out longer than it had to. The comment certainly drew a more typical smirk from the scarred noble. "Seeing as how I beat you the last few fencing matches we had, I think I'll be fine....but thanks."
Alright, Lynea could admit it, at least to her own self: Mike made her feel a little more girly than usual. Maybe it was the slightly masculine personality, the small amount of height over her, the uniform, or the words of mild concern that she probably didn't mean in the least bit. It was nice. They weren't dating or anything as silly as that, but it was refreshing over the other women or the general chaotic lifestyle Lynea had.
And before the warm feeling passed, Lynea leaned up (with the help of grabbing the collar of Mike's clothes and pulling her down a little) and gave the Cancellari one appreciative and parting kiss. When their lips finally parted, she gave Mike one lingering look before breaking into a small grin (And letting go of Mike's collar). "Your place or mine next time?"
Mike let herself be pulled into the kiss, wondering for a moment just how deep Lynea thought their relationship ran. The flicker of thought was gone soon enough, buried as she told herself that it was just as casual to Lynea as it was to her.
She straightened, adjusting her collar with one hand, and the corner of her mouth tilted up in a smirk. "I'll let you know. Next time." With that, she swept out of the room.
After Lynea heard the last door close and was sure Mike had left entirely, she was starting to have very same question on her mind. Just what in Cita was that all about? Just being a little clingy, weren't we?
She took a few minutes in thought, laying herself back down across the bed with cigar in hand, ashtray next to her and her eyes drifting up toward the ceiling. It just wasn't like herself to get attached to anyone, especially after leaving her husband. There was likely some measure of friendship between them, especially given they'd been sleeping with each other for years, but it never really ran farther than the physical and even that was a little restrained. It was great to know that one of the Bharquites were dead, especially when it was the Duchess. (though Lynea personally would've liked to have been the culprit of that.) That didn't mean she could rest, not when there still was the King and his tainted children. Getting too cozy, no matter the person, wasn't an option. Not with the life she chose for herself or the promise she made to her family.
With one last breath of tobacco-filled smoke, she smothered the finished cigar in the ashtray and slowly got to her feet. Her clothes were everywhere and it took a moment to find what she wanted before throwing one of her boot at the door. It didn't take long for her second-in-command to open her bedroom door and step in, but long enough for Lynea to at least manage to dress to some manner of decency. "Yes, Colonel?"
"How many of us are currently on leave to celebrate tonight?" Lynea asked, not once looking to her Captain as she pulled out a red wig from its hiding spot inside her armorie and stepped toward her vanity mirror.
the Captain didn't move from where they stood, not once curious as to why their superior would ask such a thing. "Since I last checked, a third of those who are supposed to be on shift tonight were allowed to have leave."
"Pull them back from whereever they are. They can celebrate on the weekend." Lynea's hand stroked the edge of the mirror and with an audible click, the mirror swung open to reveal a secret compartment. Lynea reached in and pulled out the porcelain mask that was hidden within, taking a moment to stare at the small, serene smile that remained permanently molded into the otherwise blank mask.
"We still got business to do." She muttered, shutting the mirror closed.