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Title: The Zulian Affair
Subtitle: Chapter 4: First Sight
Fandom: Tenchi Muyo! Ryo-Ohki
Pairing: Washuu/OC (femmeslash)
Rating: Overall is R for sexuality, this chapter is R
Warnings: None
Wordcount: ~5611
Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3
Summary: Things are moving very fast but that's not necessarily a problem. With time to kill before dinner, Washuu gets an eyeful and then a helping hand from her new lover.
First Sight
Washuu found it a little strange that they were finally getting to have dinner together after what had just happened; granted she was out of practice, but didn't the date usually come before the sex? Oddly though, with Zulian it didn't seem too out of place; the woman clearly made her own rules in a lot of different ways.
The way dinner came together, for instance. Washuu's lethargy and devotion to her work had led to the robots being largely in charge of preparing sustenance. While they were adequate at the task it often ended up being nutritionally balanced but hardly interesting. Zulian took one look at the robot headed for the kitchen and shook her head. "It's a wonder you haven't wasted away. Come on, I think we can do better."
And that was how Washuu ended up chopping vegetables for soup under Zulian's watchful eye. Somehow the freighter captain had found a rack of spices, something even Washuu hadn't known was there. Apparently it was included in the kitchenette on the ship but she just hadn't run across it or gone looking for it before.
"It's pretty hard to mess up soup," Zulian said conversationally while she pulled out a few of the spices. "I'm no chef but this is something I'm pretty good at, I think you'll like it."
"I imagine I will," Washuu said with a smile, gesturing to the colorful pile of veggies that had just passed under her knife. Zulian looked at it appraisingly and set one more tuber in front of Washuu, who dutifully began to dress it for chopping. "I would say that something like this is a lot like chemistry but I haven't seen you measure anything even once."
"Washuu, some chemistry defies measurement," Zulian said, wrapping her arms around the scientist's middle from behind, taking advantage of the proximity to place a kiss on the side of Washuu's neck before continuing with her chin resting on Washuu's shoulder. "But to be honest, one of the joys of something like this is that it's never the same twice. Measuring is for getting consistent results. Boring, at least in the kitchen."
Washuu shivered at the kiss and nearly missed with her knife. It was distracting to have another body so close to hers, but in a thoroughly pleasant way. As long as she didn't spill any of her own blood. "I get the feeling that you tolerate very little that's boring." She finished the tuber and added it to the pile.
"True," Zulian said, kissing Washuu again before pulling away enough to scoop up the pile of prepared vegetables with bare hands and dump them into the pot. Washuu got what was left in the same manner. She noted that there were more efficient ways to transfer from cutting board to pot but the tactile experience was interesting doing it with hands.
Everything was ready, now it only needed heat and time to turn from vegetables, meat, liquid and spices into soup. Zulian adjusted the heating element to get it to a boil. Thanks to some of Washuu's modifications the boil part could be accomplished in moments but Zulian refused to flash-boil it. "That doesn't give things time to settle in and start spreading out." She grinned at the scientist. "A slow simmer is good but there are reactions that take place during the buildup of heat that are essential."
Washuu cocked her head at the other woman. "Are you still talking about dinner?"
Zulian stopped and thought, then laughed. "I was, but I suppose now that you mention it, it's true in a lot of activities." Her look turned slightly wicked. "We *do* have some time to kill while the chemistry takes place. I imagine we'll find some way not to be bored."
"Probably," Washuu said, blushing again. "But first we'll have to clean up." She gestured at the surfaces strewn with bits and pieces and the tools they'd used and set aside.
"Oh, we will," Zulian promised. "We can do that while the heat builds up." The innuendo may have been inadvertent before, but this time she meant it. As they moved about the small kitchenette they kept brushing against each other; Zulian's hands finding excuses to rest on Washuu's hips as she moved around the other woman, or Washuu sliding her palm down Zulian's back as she leaned around her to gather up the knives to put them in the cleaner. Perhaps again it was a sign of how long it had been since she'd had this style of sensory input but it was already having an effect.
The effect got even stronger when Zulian took the opportunity while Washuu was wiping down the cutting board to get in close again and whisper into her ear. Apparently the freighter captain had several thoughts on what to do while they waited for the food to cook and she teasingly offered them up for Washuu's consideration. By the time the kitchenette was spotless and the pot was bubbling happily, the scientist was crimson from her hairline down and she seemed slightly out of breath.
Zulian was a little flushed as well as she adjusted the heat under the pot to allow it to go from boil to slow simmer. Since they'd already set the cutlery to be cleaned, she dipped a finger into the pot, hissing slightly at the heat. She tasted the concoction by sucking on her fingertip. "Mmm, I think this will do just fine." She grinned at Washuu's raised eyebrow. "Sterile technique is for surgery; cooking not so much. We've already washed up, after all." She dipped the finger again more deeply, ignoring the quick burn, but Washuu caught Zulian's hand and tasted it herself, wrapping her lips around the finger. Zulian gave a pleased little sigh and wet her lips at the sensation as Washuu slowly drew back.
A little surprised at herself but enjoying the reaction she'd gotten, Washuu grinned. "It is coming along nicely, isn't it?" And it did taste good- the soup, that is. Some of the spices were a little sharp but the simmer should take care of that.
"I think *you* are coming along nicely too," Zulian murmured, drawing the scientist in for a kiss. It started out to be just a little thing but due to all the teasing it quickly threatened to get out of hand. Zulian was the one who had to put on the brakes and start moving them out of the kitchenette. When her lips were free for speaking briefly, she pointed out the danger of getting too friendly around a simmering pot of scalding liquid. "I mean, I like lots of things, but if we're playing like that let's not use dinner, hmm?"
Washuu's eyes got wide at the implication there and Zulian started giggling. "Or perhaps we'll stick to the basics just now. I'd hate to scare you off."
"Basics are good," Washuu said, blushing again. Of course now she was filling in the blanks of 'lots of things' herself.
"But by all means, feel free to suggest whatever kink just popped into your pretty head," Zulian said with a lascivious smirk. "Like I said, I like *lots* of things."
"Captain, are you reading my mind?" Washuu tried really hard not to think about the things she'd just been thinking about, which only made her think about it more.
Zulian laughed out loud and tugged Washuu's body against hers so they pressed together at hips and breasts, ignoring the slight resistance since it melted away immediately. "Good grief no, Scientist; just your reactions. You're a bit of an open book and it's so cute I can hardly stand it."
"I'm not used to being read so easily," Washuu complained. "I'm a very controlled person." She didn't mind at all being held by Zulian while they chatted. She distracted herself from her embarrassment by taking the opportunity to run hands up the other woman's back. Zulian had tied her hair up in a twist while they were cooking so her neck was exposed. Washuu felt the urge to trace it with her fingertips and got a delighted shiver out of Zulian for her troubles.
Even so, Zulian could keep up the conversation. "That's not strictly true, Washuu; you expect your students to read you immediately, right? I've seen those 'Professor' looks you give. I don't even think you realize you're doing it. It's just that now you're sending different signals, and I am exactly the right person to read them." Zulian's eyes drifted closed as Washuu's light touches became something more like caresses. "For instance, I'm reading that you're going to be a handful when you get past your shyness."
"Do I still come across as really shy?" She thought she was learning to reach out, and what was more, she wanted to reach out to this person, find out what got her attention. Washuu still felt shy, though.
"Compared to me? Yes. Compared to earlier? A load of difference." Zulian's bright blue eyes held Washuu's green eyes. "Feel like shedding some more shyness? Because I can help with that." The attempt at looking innocently helpful was so deliberately comical that it was Washuu's turn to dissolve into giggles.
She was prevented from truly responding by one of her alarms going off and a small drone flying up to her with a flashing light on the top. It only took a moment for her to realize what was happening. "Oh hells, that compound can't be left alone much longer or bad things could happen." Even so she was reluctant to let go and head into the hold where her experiments were running.
"Well let's do what we can to avoid 'bad things', dear," Zulian said, giving her a kiss. "And actually, I wouldn't mind having a wash; you *do* have a shower or something here, right? I spent quite some time in that cramped little scow on my way to you."
Relieved, Washuu nodded. "Just in here," she took Zulian by the hand and led her to the bedroom- or rather to indicate where the bathing facility was. One of the things the bots hadn't been told explicitly to clean up was the bedroom so her blankets were still mussed from the morning bout of depression. But for all that it wasn't *too* untidy, and she'd done plenty of work on making the place comfortable since she was intending to live in it for several years. The bathroom wasn't spacious exactly but it had everything.
Zulian appraised it with a knowing eye. "Say, this is a lot nicer than what I've got. Take your time; I may be a few hours."
"Don't forget about dinner," Washuu teased.
"Oh I won't. Just don't you get too wrapped up in your science and forget about me!" Ignoring the little hovering bot, Zulian grabbed Washuu one more time for a kiss that quite took the scientist's breath away.
"Oh, I won't!" With a flush in her cheeks, Washuu finally dragged herself away and followed the little bot down into the hold. It was as well she broke loose when she did; the aforementioned 'bad things' were in process of becoming imminent threats. It took some time to get it shut down properly and she decided to turn it off entirely. The compound she was aging was labor intensive and she'd already nearly missed the mixing deadlines twice before due to her depression. It was cured enough for some purposes so she stored it, double-checked it, and ran around quickly making sure there weren't any other impending disasters to worry about.
It didn't take hours; only about three-quarters of an hour. Even so she had gotten a bit distracted below, seeing some of her work through slightly altered eyes. The signs of her depression were easy to see in her sparse notations, missed check-ins, and improperly recorded results. She was sighing about how much work she'd have to re-do as she rode the quick-step back up to the living level.
"Well, I can promise we won't be exploding at least." There wasn't a response, and Zulian wasn't hanging out in the main living room. Washuu stepped into her bedroom, realizing the freighter captain may not have been kidding about taking her time in the bath or shower. Washuu froze at what she saw, eyes wide.
Zulian hadn't bothered to close the door between bedroom and bathroom and she had just stepped out of the stall. Her bare body was glistening with beads of water and she'd been using quite hot water judging by the haze of steam. There was a towel draped casually across her shoulders and, not realizing Washuu had returned she was looking into the foggy mirror and rubbing at her hair with one side of the towel, humming to herself. Her coal-black hair had a tendency to be wavy when wet. In profile the woman's high cheekbones and pointed chin were very noticeable and she wore a dreamy half-smile as she worked at her hair.
Unable to keep herself from staring, Washuu found her eyes traveling down. Zulian's strong shoulders held proudly with one arm raised to dry her hair, the woman's breasts jutted out and bounced slightly at the movement. She stood tall quite casually, back straight and hips cocked to the side so one long, smooth leg was bent at the knee. There were even a few scars marking that deeply tanned-looking skin but they did nothing to detract from the beauty on display.
When Zulian moved to switch sides with the towel she must have realized she was being watched finally, for she turned and blinked at Washuu. Then she smiled warmly. "I would tease you for not knocking, but it *is* your ship." She made no move to cover up but she did begin to dry her body, starting with long arms and shoulders. It seemed she was either quite used to being seen naked or she was putting on a bit of a show, but to Washuu's eyes the woman was totally relaxed, not exaggerating or hiding anything. "It's a shame you didn't finish up ten minutes earlier, you could have joined me. That isn't to say I wouldn't love to go back in, mind. You've a very nice setup here."
The scientist was still quite frozen, although she had managed to look away once or twice. When Zulian had all but finished, she walked out into the bedroom to where Washuu was rooted to the floor. The beautiful naked woman approaching made her light-headed but she wouldn't- couldn't- move away.
Zulian, naturally, spotted the real reason for the light-headedness. With a bemused smile, she put a hand on Washuu's stomach and pushed, forcing the stunned woman to inhale. "Great Space, Washuu. Breathe, will you? I'm flattered and all but I'd rather you not pass out right in front of me."
"I'm sorry Zulian, I didn't mean to be rude," It wasn't really possible for her to get redder but she seemed to be trying. It almost seemed like all of the progress she'd made in relaxing had been wiped away and she was back to being a blushing virgin again. She even turned her head to the side to keep from staring more.
Zulian looked contrite and moved the towel from her shoulders to around her body. Thanks to her proportions it didn't quite cover her but the gap could be put on the side. Once that was done Zulian took Washuu's hand, causing the blushing scientist to look back at her. "I'm the one who should apologize. Someone like me just doesn't have a grasp on the real meaning of 'a thousand years.' Of course I want you to see me, but I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"Not uncomfortable…overwhelmed." Washuu struggled a bit, trying to articulate even to herself what the difference was in this case. She also wondered if it mattered that it had been somewhat longer than a single millennium.
Zulian's blue eyes looked thoughtfully at Washuu as she tried to make sense of the strength of the reaction she'd just had. Apparently the freighter captain decided it was time for a little more of her mind-reading. "You like the way I look?" Washuu could only nod and drop her eyes again, feeling it was safe to do so because there was now a towel in place. Zulian still held Washuu's hand in hers and she kept going in that same gentle voice. "Do you think you would like to touch me?"
Just the words shot such feeling through Washuu that she nearly froze up again. The surprise of seeing that body on display had quickened her pulse and set off a number of other reactions that she was unconsciously fighting. One had to stay in control, one could not just give in to such urges, it wasn't allowed, wouldn't be welcome.
"Washuu," Zulian's voice quivered slightly. She brought the scientist's hand up and placed it on her bare chest just above the towel; the freighter captain's heart was racing at a pace to rival Washuu's own. "Do you understand that I would like nothing better than to have you touch me, in whatever way you want, in any way you are ready for? Can I make it very plain how much I want your hands on my skin? How much I want you to kiss me, right now?"
There was such naked hunger and wanting in Zulian's tone that Washuu was finally able to look up again, lock eyes again, green eyes meeting bright blue. Her hand still rested on Zulian's sternum and that fast, hard beat-beat against her palm told the exact same story as those eyes and that voice. There was no deception, no holding back, no judgment. Just desire and acceptance.
Zulian, it seemed, was trying to leave the next move up to Washuu but finding it difficult because she closed the distance between their bodies, pressing them together again with her hands at Washuu's waist. Her voice had become a throaty whisper. "As much, as little, as fast, as hard, as slow, as soft as you want." Zulian's right hand slid upwards and caressed Washuu's neck and cheek. "Earlier I asked if I could have you, now I'm telling you that you can have me." There was a slightly pleading look in those blue eyes, so very near. "Do you want me?" Zulian whispered.
Washuu's paralysis broke as heat poured through her body at that soft question. "Oh yes," it was almost a groan, and she finally leaned in to capture Zulian's lips with her own. They had shared deep, passionate kisses before but this one was different; slower, more exploring. Washuu's hand was trembling slightly as it slid from Zulian's chest to the slightly cooler skin of her bare shoulder and her other hand, hesitantly at first, settled on Zulian's side. Her fingertips found bare skin through the gap between the ends of the towel and after a slight pause, her hand slid further in to feel more.
Zulian's shiver was impossible to miss, and the indrawn breath didn't interrupt the kiss but enhanced it. As Washuu moved to sweep questing fingertips along the curve of that delightfully bare breast Zulian's body rocked against hers and she gave an involuntary moan of pleasure.
All at once Washuu realized what Zulian had been on about earlier; that cry was the most erotic sound she could imagine, sending a rush flooding through her. Suddenly the towel around Zulian was a hindrance and her own clothes, simple as they were, were in the way of what she wanted; to be as close to this woman as possible. The towel was easily dealt with and Washuu's hands, trembling now for a different reason, tugged it out of the way so she could fill her senses with Zulian.
Though she'd never remember how it happened, and it didn't matter in the slightest, they crossed the short distance to the bed. Whatever unspoken promise Zulian had made to let Washuu take charge was forgotten for the time it took to tug her shirt open, heedless of buttons, and the strong hands of the freighter captain fumbled at Washuu's waistband. It was amazing that she was able to get the clasp open what with Washuu doing everything she could to distract her with hands and fingers, lips and tongue.
Washuu pushed gently on Zulian's shoulders so the woman lay back on the rumpled sheets, gazing up at the scientist standing at the edge of the bed. Washuu's long-fingered hands finished the task of undressing herself; fabric whispering to the floor. Now that she was entirely naked as well, uncertainty draped itself around her instead of the confidence and desire of the previous second. The heat of the moment hadn't passed, still burned in her, but for that moment she was a little afraid again.
The woman on the bed looked up at her with bright blue eyes, a sort of stunned expression on her face. Her breasts rose and fell with the quick breaths their exertions caused. At first Washuu wasn't sure what that expression meant and her uncertainty was attempting to convince her that it wasn't desire in those blue eyes. Zulian sat up without speaking and took Washuu's hand again. As if she couldn't help herself, Zulian placed a kiss on the inside of Washuu's wrist before pressing that hand to her bare chest again. To Washuu, the kiss was like a shock and the feel of that racing pulse reassured her. This was wanted, *she* was wanted, and it was all right for her to act on this desire.
Gently Zulian guided Washuu down onto the bed beside her and they began again, unfettered and unrushed. Washuu may not think she knew how to proceed, but she could trust Zulian not to let her stumble for long. Indeed, the dark-haired woman led the way again without hesitation. They lay facing each other on their sides and Zulian let her hand slide over Washuu's bare skin, pausing when she found a spot just at the hip that made muscles jump under her fingertips. Smiling playfully, Zulian passed a light touch over the place again and Washuu shivered at the reactions that touch caused. Almost in self defense, she reached out to find the same place on Zulian and discovered with a slight look of disappointment that it didn't work quite the same on the freighter captain.
Zulian laughed softly. "You'll have to find something else," she said with a hint of a challenge in her voice. Raising herself up slightly so she could pin Washuu with a kiss, Zulian gasped when she felt Washuu's hand press firmly against her backside, then move farther down. "That'll do it, for starters," Zulian's grin widened at the slightly smug look on Washuu's face.
It became a bit of a game then; Zulian and Washuu both attempting to draw reactions from each other. Zulian had an unfair advantage but Washuu gained confidence and got braver all the time. When she discovered quite by accident that Zulian was ticklish in places the game became something entirely different for a minute. Breathless with giggles after a brief tussle, Zulian was forced to flip Washuu onto her back and pin her wrists next to her head while straddling her hips. Washuu fought a little, but not seriously since the grip itself was pretty token. She gave up and looked at the lovely woman who was holding her.
They gazed at each other for a moment, the laughter fading from Zulian's face to be replaced by a hungry sort of look. Washuu blushed at that, feeling the mood shift again but this time there was no fear at all. Without releasing her lover's trapped wrists, Zulian bent down for a very serious kiss, her breasts pressing against Washuu's in a way that made the scientist moan softly into the kiss. With her apprehension all but gone, Washuu felt like her body was on fire, needing something so much she wasn't sure she could stand to wait much longer. When the dark-haired woman began to make her way down Washuu's body with lips and tongue, at first all she could do was react, her body shuddering from the sweet feeling.
There was something she wanted to do. It took several moments for her to remember what it was- Zulian was being *very* thorough now that she didn't have her hands busy. Washuu realized she intended to keep going in that direction, resettling first with a knee between parted thighs and moving backwards, she put a hand on that dark hair, still damp from the shower or perhaps from the heat they generated between them. Likely both.
Zulian paused and looked up at the pink-haired woman, a question in those bright blue eyes. "Something you want, dear? I'm right in the middle of something, you know?" Her tone seemed quite serious, but there was a quirk to her dreamy smile.
"That's as may be," Washuu managed to say, astounded that she could speak at all. "But I get a say in this too, right?" Noting their position and giving a little smile, the scientist brought both knees up, catching Zulian by the backside and shoving her up again until they were nearly nose to nose. A slight grab-and-roll maneuver later and Washuu was half covering Zulian's body with her own. Their positions had been neatly reversed and Zulian gave a small gasp as it happened. This pleased Washuu and she smiled triumphantly.
The freighter captain's hands still rested on Washuu's sides but she shrugged as if to concede the point- somewhat. "I intend to pick up where I left off, just so you know. But I can't argue too much. It's your ship after all."
"Damn right, Captain." Washuu's hand drifted down Zulian's body, tracing a line down the center until she found what she was looking for.
"Tha-hat's Zulian to you, Scien-tist." That touch nearly caused the dark-haired woman to stumble over her words and her eyes shut reflexively when Washuu's questing fingers found her entirely ready. Further teasing words were entirely forgotten as the scientist began exploring.
Washuu couldn't look away from her lover's face. Every expression, every sound; the way Zulian's head tossed when pressure was applied just there. Everything taught her something, and Washuu was a fast learner, though she did take her time. She herself gasped when Zulian's fingernails dug hard into the skin of her lower back. It didn't seem like it should, but the pain fired Washuu's zeal considerably.
"Damn it, Washuu," Zulian moaned between breaths, gripping harder still, "I'm going to explode and kill us both if you don't stay put right there."
It was tempting to stop for just a moment and pretend confusion, taking the words literally, but the tension had already reached fever pitch. "Here? Like this?" Her tone was slightly teasing; the motions were not.
"Aahh!" Clearly that meant 'yes.' It seemed only moments later that Zulian's hips lifted and her body arched against Washuu. Remembering the time earlier on the couch, she kept up and even quickened the pace until, with a cry, Zulian's body relaxed with a shudder. It took some little while for her to gather herself. When she did, she looked up with those bright blue eyes and a crooked smile while she stroked Washuu's back, fingers finding the marks her nails had left. "You know, for someone who doesn't know what you're doing, you sure know what you're doing."
Washuu ducked her head slightly, a touch embarrassed for some reason. The feeling of inexperience and uncertainty was something a woman of her years and accomplishment was not comfortable with, but there it was. "Again, I'm just glad not to disappoint."
"Disappoint? Not possible," Zulian said simply, pulling the blushing scientist down for a kiss and some whispered words, "Especially if you let me finish what I was working on earlier." With a deliberate slowness Zulian pressed forward, rolling Washuu onto her back, then sitting up to gaze down at the pink-haired woman.
Washuu's blush spread again to be studied like that but she lifted her chin slightly and smiled, if a bit shyly. "If you feel you must, though it's hardly necessary." Something about what she'd just done with Zulian had been very satisfying in its own way.
Zulian raised an eyebrow, amused. "Oh really, Scientist? Well, if it's not necessary..." She grinned impishly down at Washuu. Teasingly Zulian's hands drifted over Washuu's body, eliciting a surprised gasp. "Then it'll just be for fun."
Washuu's heart started racing again as Zulian, with a playfully determined look on her face, positioned herself over Washuu. After a fairly serious kiss, the dark-haired woman began moving down Washuu's body again, lips and tongue exploring as she went. Zulian paused to savor the texture and taste of the soft skin of Washuu's breast, not to mention the reactions she got. Those blue eyes looked up at Washuu as she stopped for a moment.
Washuu's eyes opened, though she couldn't remember closing them, and she looked down her body at the beautiful woman smiling up at her. The scientist couldn't help smiling back. "Um, okay, now *something* is necessary." She was panting slightly with the full return of her body's need.
Zulian's smile turned smug. "And fun," she promised. Her progress downward continued and she parted Washuu's thighs so she could get where she was going more smoothly, nestling herself between them. She kissed the spot on Washuu's hip and made her jump, almost purring at the whimper this brought out.
For some ridiculous reason, Washuu was getting nervous again. Zulian had made jokes about exploding a couple of times already, and if the scientist felt this keyed up right now, what would happen- "What about the food?" She said, suddenly remembering that they had soup on the stove.
"Screw the food, I'm busy!" Zulian growled at the possibility that she was going to be interrupted again. "And so are you."
Washuu didn't have time for further protests as Zulian made it quite clear that she was going nowhere just now. The scientist's hands clutched at the rumpled sheets as sensation washed over her. She only had coherence enough to notice that lips, tongue, and fingers were involved before she was pushed over the edge of desire, lost in feeling only, no thinking possible. It wasn't an orgasm yet, though she could feel one building. And building. And building. Great Space, she might actually catch on fire if something didn't happen soon- Reflexively one hand let go of the sheet and moved to Zulian's head, not to stop her or help her, just wanting to touch. When another shock of pleasure ran through Washuu her hand gripped at Zulian's hair. She felt and heard the pleased little sound that Zulian made and that did it.
Washuu's moans became a strangled cry as she came, ecstasy washing through her in waves that seemed like they'd never stop. Her upper body bent like a bow drawn taut, her shoulders lifting off the bed as her head pressed back. By the time Zulian let up Washuu felt entirely wrung out, sweetly exhausted.
Zulian, looking satisfied but not smug this time, raised herself up to look at her lover, propping herself up with an arm and tilting her head to the side. "See what happens when you let me get on with it?" She teased; her pink tongue visible briefly as she licked her lips.
"I see," Washuu said a bit faintly, sitting up as well. Zulian took advantage of this to press in for a kiss and there was a not-Zulian taste there. She realized it must be her own- why she was surprised at it she would never know- but she was only thrown for an instant. There was something really good about the way the two of them mingled and if she weren't so wiped out it might have started some things up yet again.
Zulian laughed low. "So do I break you every time I get you off, or will this wear off after a while?"
Washuu blushed again, realizing she must seem a little dazed, but she laughed as well. "We'll have to find out the hard way, I think."
"Oh yeah?" Zulian looked positively enthusiastic at the suggestion. Washuu broke down into giggles at that expression. They shared another fiery kiss until Zulian reluctantly broke it off. "Why don't you take a shower while I check on dinner," she suggested.
"Sounds good to me," Washuu agreed, though it took her a few moments to muster the energy- and the desire- to leave Zulian's side.
The dark-haired woman stayed on the bed an extra moment, watching with a fond smile as Washuu headed to the bathing room.
Only a few minutes into her shower, Washuu heard the bathroom door open, then was joined by Zulian in the very close quarters of the shower stall. Under the pounding of the hot water, she felt strong arms wrap possessively around her from behind. Zulian started kissing the side of her neck, seeming for all the world like she was ready to start right up again. "How’s the food?" Washuu said, her body already beginning to tingle again.
"It's just fine, love," Zulian breathed in Washuu's ear. "We've even got some time yet."
Washuu shivered. "Excellent."
The soup was quite tasty, if a trifle overcooked, when they got to it some little time later.
Subtitle: Chapter 4: First Sight
Fandom: Tenchi Muyo! Ryo-Ohki
Pairing: Washuu/OC (femmeslash)
Rating: Overall is R for sexuality, this chapter is R
Warnings: None
Wordcount: ~5611
Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3
Summary: Things are moving very fast but that's not necessarily a problem. With time to kill before dinner, Washuu gets an eyeful and then a helping hand from her new lover.
First Sight
Washuu found it a little strange that they were finally getting to have dinner together after what had just happened; granted she was out of practice, but didn't the date usually come before the sex? Oddly though, with Zulian it didn't seem too out of place; the woman clearly made her own rules in a lot of different ways.
The way dinner came together, for instance. Washuu's lethargy and devotion to her work had led to the robots being largely in charge of preparing sustenance. While they were adequate at the task it often ended up being nutritionally balanced but hardly interesting. Zulian took one look at the robot headed for the kitchen and shook her head. "It's a wonder you haven't wasted away. Come on, I think we can do better."
And that was how Washuu ended up chopping vegetables for soup under Zulian's watchful eye. Somehow the freighter captain had found a rack of spices, something even Washuu hadn't known was there. Apparently it was included in the kitchenette on the ship but she just hadn't run across it or gone looking for it before.
"It's pretty hard to mess up soup," Zulian said conversationally while she pulled out a few of the spices. "I'm no chef but this is something I'm pretty good at, I think you'll like it."
"I imagine I will," Washuu said with a smile, gesturing to the colorful pile of veggies that had just passed under her knife. Zulian looked at it appraisingly and set one more tuber in front of Washuu, who dutifully began to dress it for chopping. "I would say that something like this is a lot like chemistry but I haven't seen you measure anything even once."
"Washuu, some chemistry defies measurement," Zulian said, wrapping her arms around the scientist's middle from behind, taking advantage of the proximity to place a kiss on the side of Washuu's neck before continuing with her chin resting on Washuu's shoulder. "But to be honest, one of the joys of something like this is that it's never the same twice. Measuring is for getting consistent results. Boring, at least in the kitchen."
Washuu shivered at the kiss and nearly missed with her knife. It was distracting to have another body so close to hers, but in a thoroughly pleasant way. As long as she didn't spill any of her own blood. "I get the feeling that you tolerate very little that's boring." She finished the tuber and added it to the pile.
"True," Zulian said, kissing Washuu again before pulling away enough to scoop up the pile of prepared vegetables with bare hands and dump them into the pot. Washuu got what was left in the same manner. She noted that there were more efficient ways to transfer from cutting board to pot but the tactile experience was interesting doing it with hands.
Everything was ready, now it only needed heat and time to turn from vegetables, meat, liquid and spices into soup. Zulian adjusted the heating element to get it to a boil. Thanks to some of Washuu's modifications the boil part could be accomplished in moments but Zulian refused to flash-boil it. "That doesn't give things time to settle in and start spreading out." She grinned at the scientist. "A slow simmer is good but there are reactions that take place during the buildup of heat that are essential."
Washuu cocked her head at the other woman. "Are you still talking about dinner?"
Zulian stopped and thought, then laughed. "I was, but I suppose now that you mention it, it's true in a lot of activities." Her look turned slightly wicked. "We *do* have some time to kill while the chemistry takes place. I imagine we'll find some way not to be bored."
"Probably," Washuu said, blushing again. "But first we'll have to clean up." She gestured at the surfaces strewn with bits and pieces and the tools they'd used and set aside.
"Oh, we will," Zulian promised. "We can do that while the heat builds up." The innuendo may have been inadvertent before, but this time she meant it. As they moved about the small kitchenette they kept brushing against each other; Zulian's hands finding excuses to rest on Washuu's hips as she moved around the other woman, or Washuu sliding her palm down Zulian's back as she leaned around her to gather up the knives to put them in the cleaner. Perhaps again it was a sign of how long it had been since she'd had this style of sensory input but it was already having an effect.
The effect got even stronger when Zulian took the opportunity while Washuu was wiping down the cutting board to get in close again and whisper into her ear. Apparently the freighter captain had several thoughts on what to do while they waited for the food to cook and she teasingly offered them up for Washuu's consideration. By the time the kitchenette was spotless and the pot was bubbling happily, the scientist was crimson from her hairline down and she seemed slightly out of breath.
Zulian was a little flushed as well as she adjusted the heat under the pot to allow it to go from boil to slow simmer. Since they'd already set the cutlery to be cleaned, she dipped a finger into the pot, hissing slightly at the heat. She tasted the concoction by sucking on her fingertip. "Mmm, I think this will do just fine." She grinned at Washuu's raised eyebrow. "Sterile technique is for surgery; cooking not so much. We've already washed up, after all." She dipped the finger again more deeply, ignoring the quick burn, but Washuu caught Zulian's hand and tasted it herself, wrapping her lips around the finger. Zulian gave a pleased little sigh and wet her lips at the sensation as Washuu slowly drew back.
A little surprised at herself but enjoying the reaction she'd gotten, Washuu grinned. "It is coming along nicely, isn't it?" And it did taste good- the soup, that is. Some of the spices were a little sharp but the simmer should take care of that.
"I think *you* are coming along nicely too," Zulian murmured, drawing the scientist in for a kiss. It started out to be just a little thing but due to all the teasing it quickly threatened to get out of hand. Zulian was the one who had to put on the brakes and start moving them out of the kitchenette. When her lips were free for speaking briefly, she pointed out the danger of getting too friendly around a simmering pot of scalding liquid. "I mean, I like lots of things, but if we're playing like that let's not use dinner, hmm?"
Washuu's eyes got wide at the implication there and Zulian started giggling. "Or perhaps we'll stick to the basics just now. I'd hate to scare you off."
"Basics are good," Washuu said, blushing again. Of course now she was filling in the blanks of 'lots of things' herself.
"But by all means, feel free to suggest whatever kink just popped into your pretty head," Zulian said with a lascivious smirk. "Like I said, I like *lots* of things."
"Captain, are you reading my mind?" Washuu tried really hard not to think about the things she'd just been thinking about, which only made her think about it more.
Zulian laughed out loud and tugged Washuu's body against hers so they pressed together at hips and breasts, ignoring the slight resistance since it melted away immediately. "Good grief no, Scientist; just your reactions. You're a bit of an open book and it's so cute I can hardly stand it."
"I'm not used to being read so easily," Washuu complained. "I'm a very controlled person." She didn't mind at all being held by Zulian while they chatted. She distracted herself from her embarrassment by taking the opportunity to run hands up the other woman's back. Zulian had tied her hair up in a twist while they were cooking so her neck was exposed. Washuu felt the urge to trace it with her fingertips and got a delighted shiver out of Zulian for her troubles.
Even so, Zulian could keep up the conversation. "That's not strictly true, Washuu; you expect your students to read you immediately, right? I've seen those 'Professor' looks you give. I don't even think you realize you're doing it. It's just that now you're sending different signals, and I am exactly the right person to read them." Zulian's eyes drifted closed as Washuu's light touches became something more like caresses. "For instance, I'm reading that you're going to be a handful when you get past your shyness."
"Do I still come across as really shy?" She thought she was learning to reach out, and what was more, she wanted to reach out to this person, find out what got her attention. Washuu still felt shy, though.
"Compared to me? Yes. Compared to earlier? A load of difference." Zulian's bright blue eyes held Washuu's green eyes. "Feel like shedding some more shyness? Because I can help with that." The attempt at looking innocently helpful was so deliberately comical that it was Washuu's turn to dissolve into giggles.
She was prevented from truly responding by one of her alarms going off and a small drone flying up to her with a flashing light on the top. It only took a moment for her to realize what was happening. "Oh hells, that compound can't be left alone much longer or bad things could happen." Even so she was reluctant to let go and head into the hold where her experiments were running.
"Well let's do what we can to avoid 'bad things', dear," Zulian said, giving her a kiss. "And actually, I wouldn't mind having a wash; you *do* have a shower or something here, right? I spent quite some time in that cramped little scow on my way to you."
Relieved, Washuu nodded. "Just in here," she took Zulian by the hand and led her to the bedroom- or rather to indicate where the bathing facility was. One of the things the bots hadn't been told explicitly to clean up was the bedroom so her blankets were still mussed from the morning bout of depression. But for all that it wasn't *too* untidy, and she'd done plenty of work on making the place comfortable since she was intending to live in it for several years. The bathroom wasn't spacious exactly but it had everything.
Zulian appraised it with a knowing eye. "Say, this is a lot nicer than what I've got. Take your time; I may be a few hours."
"Don't forget about dinner," Washuu teased.
"Oh I won't. Just don't you get too wrapped up in your science and forget about me!" Ignoring the little hovering bot, Zulian grabbed Washuu one more time for a kiss that quite took the scientist's breath away.
"Oh, I won't!" With a flush in her cheeks, Washuu finally dragged herself away and followed the little bot down into the hold. It was as well she broke loose when she did; the aforementioned 'bad things' were in process of becoming imminent threats. It took some time to get it shut down properly and she decided to turn it off entirely. The compound she was aging was labor intensive and she'd already nearly missed the mixing deadlines twice before due to her depression. It was cured enough for some purposes so she stored it, double-checked it, and ran around quickly making sure there weren't any other impending disasters to worry about.
It didn't take hours; only about three-quarters of an hour. Even so she had gotten a bit distracted below, seeing some of her work through slightly altered eyes. The signs of her depression were easy to see in her sparse notations, missed check-ins, and improperly recorded results. She was sighing about how much work she'd have to re-do as she rode the quick-step back up to the living level.
"Well, I can promise we won't be exploding at least." There wasn't a response, and Zulian wasn't hanging out in the main living room. Washuu stepped into her bedroom, realizing the freighter captain may not have been kidding about taking her time in the bath or shower. Washuu froze at what she saw, eyes wide.
Zulian hadn't bothered to close the door between bedroom and bathroom and she had just stepped out of the stall. Her bare body was glistening with beads of water and she'd been using quite hot water judging by the haze of steam. There was a towel draped casually across her shoulders and, not realizing Washuu had returned she was looking into the foggy mirror and rubbing at her hair with one side of the towel, humming to herself. Her coal-black hair had a tendency to be wavy when wet. In profile the woman's high cheekbones and pointed chin were very noticeable and she wore a dreamy half-smile as she worked at her hair.
Unable to keep herself from staring, Washuu found her eyes traveling down. Zulian's strong shoulders held proudly with one arm raised to dry her hair, the woman's breasts jutted out and bounced slightly at the movement. She stood tall quite casually, back straight and hips cocked to the side so one long, smooth leg was bent at the knee. There were even a few scars marking that deeply tanned-looking skin but they did nothing to detract from the beauty on display.
When Zulian moved to switch sides with the towel she must have realized she was being watched finally, for she turned and blinked at Washuu. Then she smiled warmly. "I would tease you for not knocking, but it *is* your ship." She made no move to cover up but she did begin to dry her body, starting with long arms and shoulders. It seemed she was either quite used to being seen naked or she was putting on a bit of a show, but to Washuu's eyes the woman was totally relaxed, not exaggerating or hiding anything. "It's a shame you didn't finish up ten minutes earlier, you could have joined me. That isn't to say I wouldn't love to go back in, mind. You've a very nice setup here."
The scientist was still quite frozen, although she had managed to look away once or twice. When Zulian had all but finished, she walked out into the bedroom to where Washuu was rooted to the floor. The beautiful naked woman approaching made her light-headed but she wouldn't- couldn't- move away.
Zulian, naturally, spotted the real reason for the light-headedness. With a bemused smile, she put a hand on Washuu's stomach and pushed, forcing the stunned woman to inhale. "Great Space, Washuu. Breathe, will you? I'm flattered and all but I'd rather you not pass out right in front of me."
"I'm sorry Zulian, I didn't mean to be rude," It wasn't really possible for her to get redder but she seemed to be trying. It almost seemed like all of the progress she'd made in relaxing had been wiped away and she was back to being a blushing virgin again. She even turned her head to the side to keep from staring more.
Zulian looked contrite and moved the towel from her shoulders to around her body. Thanks to her proportions it didn't quite cover her but the gap could be put on the side. Once that was done Zulian took Washuu's hand, causing the blushing scientist to look back at her. "I'm the one who should apologize. Someone like me just doesn't have a grasp on the real meaning of 'a thousand years.' Of course I want you to see me, but I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"Not uncomfortable…overwhelmed." Washuu struggled a bit, trying to articulate even to herself what the difference was in this case. She also wondered if it mattered that it had been somewhat longer than a single millennium.
Zulian's blue eyes looked thoughtfully at Washuu as she tried to make sense of the strength of the reaction she'd just had. Apparently the freighter captain decided it was time for a little more of her mind-reading. "You like the way I look?" Washuu could only nod and drop her eyes again, feeling it was safe to do so because there was now a towel in place. Zulian still held Washuu's hand in hers and she kept going in that same gentle voice. "Do you think you would like to touch me?"
Just the words shot such feeling through Washuu that she nearly froze up again. The surprise of seeing that body on display had quickened her pulse and set off a number of other reactions that she was unconsciously fighting. One had to stay in control, one could not just give in to such urges, it wasn't allowed, wouldn't be welcome.
"Washuu," Zulian's voice quivered slightly. She brought the scientist's hand up and placed it on her bare chest just above the towel; the freighter captain's heart was racing at a pace to rival Washuu's own. "Do you understand that I would like nothing better than to have you touch me, in whatever way you want, in any way you are ready for? Can I make it very plain how much I want your hands on my skin? How much I want you to kiss me, right now?"
There was such naked hunger and wanting in Zulian's tone that Washuu was finally able to look up again, lock eyes again, green eyes meeting bright blue. Her hand still rested on Zulian's sternum and that fast, hard beat-beat against her palm told the exact same story as those eyes and that voice. There was no deception, no holding back, no judgment. Just desire and acceptance.
Zulian, it seemed, was trying to leave the next move up to Washuu but finding it difficult because she closed the distance between their bodies, pressing them together again with her hands at Washuu's waist. Her voice had become a throaty whisper. "As much, as little, as fast, as hard, as slow, as soft as you want." Zulian's right hand slid upwards and caressed Washuu's neck and cheek. "Earlier I asked if I could have you, now I'm telling you that you can have me." There was a slightly pleading look in those blue eyes, so very near. "Do you want me?" Zulian whispered.
Washuu's paralysis broke as heat poured through her body at that soft question. "Oh yes," it was almost a groan, and she finally leaned in to capture Zulian's lips with her own. They had shared deep, passionate kisses before but this one was different; slower, more exploring. Washuu's hand was trembling slightly as it slid from Zulian's chest to the slightly cooler skin of her bare shoulder and her other hand, hesitantly at first, settled on Zulian's side. Her fingertips found bare skin through the gap between the ends of the towel and after a slight pause, her hand slid further in to feel more.
Zulian's shiver was impossible to miss, and the indrawn breath didn't interrupt the kiss but enhanced it. As Washuu moved to sweep questing fingertips along the curve of that delightfully bare breast Zulian's body rocked against hers and she gave an involuntary moan of pleasure.
All at once Washuu realized what Zulian had been on about earlier; that cry was the most erotic sound she could imagine, sending a rush flooding through her. Suddenly the towel around Zulian was a hindrance and her own clothes, simple as they were, were in the way of what she wanted; to be as close to this woman as possible. The towel was easily dealt with and Washuu's hands, trembling now for a different reason, tugged it out of the way so she could fill her senses with Zulian.
Though she'd never remember how it happened, and it didn't matter in the slightest, they crossed the short distance to the bed. Whatever unspoken promise Zulian had made to let Washuu take charge was forgotten for the time it took to tug her shirt open, heedless of buttons, and the strong hands of the freighter captain fumbled at Washuu's waistband. It was amazing that she was able to get the clasp open what with Washuu doing everything she could to distract her with hands and fingers, lips and tongue.
Washuu pushed gently on Zulian's shoulders so the woman lay back on the rumpled sheets, gazing up at the scientist standing at the edge of the bed. Washuu's long-fingered hands finished the task of undressing herself; fabric whispering to the floor. Now that she was entirely naked as well, uncertainty draped itself around her instead of the confidence and desire of the previous second. The heat of the moment hadn't passed, still burned in her, but for that moment she was a little afraid again.
The woman on the bed looked up at her with bright blue eyes, a sort of stunned expression on her face. Her breasts rose and fell with the quick breaths their exertions caused. At first Washuu wasn't sure what that expression meant and her uncertainty was attempting to convince her that it wasn't desire in those blue eyes. Zulian sat up without speaking and took Washuu's hand again. As if she couldn't help herself, Zulian placed a kiss on the inside of Washuu's wrist before pressing that hand to her bare chest again. To Washuu, the kiss was like a shock and the feel of that racing pulse reassured her. This was wanted, *she* was wanted, and it was all right for her to act on this desire.
Gently Zulian guided Washuu down onto the bed beside her and they began again, unfettered and unrushed. Washuu may not think she knew how to proceed, but she could trust Zulian not to let her stumble for long. Indeed, the dark-haired woman led the way again without hesitation. They lay facing each other on their sides and Zulian let her hand slide over Washuu's bare skin, pausing when she found a spot just at the hip that made muscles jump under her fingertips. Smiling playfully, Zulian passed a light touch over the place again and Washuu shivered at the reactions that touch caused. Almost in self defense, she reached out to find the same place on Zulian and discovered with a slight look of disappointment that it didn't work quite the same on the freighter captain.
Zulian laughed softly. "You'll have to find something else," she said with a hint of a challenge in her voice. Raising herself up slightly so she could pin Washuu with a kiss, Zulian gasped when she felt Washuu's hand press firmly against her backside, then move farther down. "That'll do it, for starters," Zulian's grin widened at the slightly smug look on Washuu's face.
It became a bit of a game then; Zulian and Washuu both attempting to draw reactions from each other. Zulian had an unfair advantage but Washuu gained confidence and got braver all the time. When she discovered quite by accident that Zulian was ticklish in places the game became something entirely different for a minute. Breathless with giggles after a brief tussle, Zulian was forced to flip Washuu onto her back and pin her wrists next to her head while straddling her hips. Washuu fought a little, but not seriously since the grip itself was pretty token. She gave up and looked at the lovely woman who was holding her.
They gazed at each other for a moment, the laughter fading from Zulian's face to be replaced by a hungry sort of look. Washuu blushed at that, feeling the mood shift again but this time there was no fear at all. Without releasing her lover's trapped wrists, Zulian bent down for a very serious kiss, her breasts pressing against Washuu's in a way that made the scientist moan softly into the kiss. With her apprehension all but gone, Washuu felt like her body was on fire, needing something so much she wasn't sure she could stand to wait much longer. When the dark-haired woman began to make her way down Washuu's body with lips and tongue, at first all she could do was react, her body shuddering from the sweet feeling.
There was something she wanted to do. It took several moments for her to remember what it was- Zulian was being *very* thorough now that she didn't have her hands busy. Washuu realized she intended to keep going in that direction, resettling first with a knee between parted thighs and moving backwards, she put a hand on that dark hair, still damp from the shower or perhaps from the heat they generated between them. Likely both.
Zulian paused and looked up at the pink-haired woman, a question in those bright blue eyes. "Something you want, dear? I'm right in the middle of something, you know?" Her tone seemed quite serious, but there was a quirk to her dreamy smile.
"That's as may be," Washuu managed to say, astounded that she could speak at all. "But I get a say in this too, right?" Noting their position and giving a little smile, the scientist brought both knees up, catching Zulian by the backside and shoving her up again until they were nearly nose to nose. A slight grab-and-roll maneuver later and Washuu was half covering Zulian's body with her own. Their positions had been neatly reversed and Zulian gave a small gasp as it happened. This pleased Washuu and she smiled triumphantly.
The freighter captain's hands still rested on Washuu's sides but she shrugged as if to concede the point- somewhat. "I intend to pick up where I left off, just so you know. But I can't argue too much. It's your ship after all."
"Damn right, Captain." Washuu's hand drifted down Zulian's body, tracing a line down the center until she found what she was looking for.
"Tha-hat's Zulian to you, Scien-tist." That touch nearly caused the dark-haired woman to stumble over her words and her eyes shut reflexively when Washuu's questing fingers found her entirely ready. Further teasing words were entirely forgotten as the scientist began exploring.
Washuu couldn't look away from her lover's face. Every expression, every sound; the way Zulian's head tossed when pressure was applied just there. Everything taught her something, and Washuu was a fast learner, though she did take her time. She herself gasped when Zulian's fingernails dug hard into the skin of her lower back. It didn't seem like it should, but the pain fired Washuu's zeal considerably.
"Damn it, Washuu," Zulian moaned between breaths, gripping harder still, "I'm going to explode and kill us both if you don't stay put right there."
It was tempting to stop for just a moment and pretend confusion, taking the words literally, but the tension had already reached fever pitch. "Here? Like this?" Her tone was slightly teasing; the motions were not.
"Aahh!" Clearly that meant 'yes.' It seemed only moments later that Zulian's hips lifted and her body arched against Washuu. Remembering the time earlier on the couch, she kept up and even quickened the pace until, with a cry, Zulian's body relaxed with a shudder. It took some little while for her to gather herself. When she did, she looked up with those bright blue eyes and a crooked smile while she stroked Washuu's back, fingers finding the marks her nails had left. "You know, for someone who doesn't know what you're doing, you sure know what you're doing."
Washuu ducked her head slightly, a touch embarrassed for some reason. The feeling of inexperience and uncertainty was something a woman of her years and accomplishment was not comfortable with, but there it was. "Again, I'm just glad not to disappoint."
"Disappoint? Not possible," Zulian said simply, pulling the blushing scientist down for a kiss and some whispered words, "Especially if you let me finish what I was working on earlier." With a deliberate slowness Zulian pressed forward, rolling Washuu onto her back, then sitting up to gaze down at the pink-haired woman.
Washuu's blush spread again to be studied like that but she lifted her chin slightly and smiled, if a bit shyly. "If you feel you must, though it's hardly necessary." Something about what she'd just done with Zulian had been very satisfying in its own way.
Zulian raised an eyebrow, amused. "Oh really, Scientist? Well, if it's not necessary..." She grinned impishly down at Washuu. Teasingly Zulian's hands drifted over Washuu's body, eliciting a surprised gasp. "Then it'll just be for fun."
Washuu's heart started racing again as Zulian, with a playfully determined look on her face, positioned herself over Washuu. After a fairly serious kiss, the dark-haired woman began moving down Washuu's body again, lips and tongue exploring as she went. Zulian paused to savor the texture and taste of the soft skin of Washuu's breast, not to mention the reactions she got. Those blue eyes looked up at Washuu as she stopped for a moment.
Washuu's eyes opened, though she couldn't remember closing them, and she looked down her body at the beautiful woman smiling up at her. The scientist couldn't help smiling back. "Um, okay, now *something* is necessary." She was panting slightly with the full return of her body's need.
Zulian's smile turned smug. "And fun," she promised. Her progress downward continued and she parted Washuu's thighs so she could get where she was going more smoothly, nestling herself between them. She kissed the spot on Washuu's hip and made her jump, almost purring at the whimper this brought out.
For some ridiculous reason, Washuu was getting nervous again. Zulian had made jokes about exploding a couple of times already, and if the scientist felt this keyed up right now, what would happen- "What about the food?" She said, suddenly remembering that they had soup on the stove.
"Screw the food, I'm busy!" Zulian growled at the possibility that she was going to be interrupted again. "And so are you."
Washuu didn't have time for further protests as Zulian made it quite clear that she was going nowhere just now. The scientist's hands clutched at the rumpled sheets as sensation washed over her. She only had coherence enough to notice that lips, tongue, and fingers were involved before she was pushed over the edge of desire, lost in feeling only, no thinking possible. It wasn't an orgasm yet, though she could feel one building. And building. And building. Great Space, she might actually catch on fire if something didn't happen soon- Reflexively one hand let go of the sheet and moved to Zulian's head, not to stop her or help her, just wanting to touch. When another shock of pleasure ran through Washuu her hand gripped at Zulian's hair. She felt and heard the pleased little sound that Zulian made and that did it.
Washuu's moans became a strangled cry as she came, ecstasy washing through her in waves that seemed like they'd never stop. Her upper body bent like a bow drawn taut, her shoulders lifting off the bed as her head pressed back. By the time Zulian let up Washuu felt entirely wrung out, sweetly exhausted.
Zulian, looking satisfied but not smug this time, raised herself up to look at her lover, propping herself up with an arm and tilting her head to the side. "See what happens when you let me get on with it?" She teased; her pink tongue visible briefly as she licked her lips.
"I see," Washuu said a bit faintly, sitting up as well. Zulian took advantage of this to press in for a kiss and there was a not-Zulian taste there. She realized it must be her own- why she was surprised at it she would never know- but she was only thrown for an instant. There was something really good about the way the two of them mingled and if she weren't so wiped out it might have started some things up yet again.
Zulian laughed low. "So do I break you every time I get you off, or will this wear off after a while?"
Washuu blushed again, realizing she must seem a little dazed, but she laughed as well. "We'll have to find out the hard way, I think."
"Oh yeah?" Zulian looked positively enthusiastic at the suggestion. Washuu broke down into giggles at that expression. They shared another fiery kiss until Zulian reluctantly broke it off. "Why don't you take a shower while I check on dinner," she suggested.
"Sounds good to me," Washuu agreed, though it took her a few moments to muster the energy- and the desire- to leave Zulian's side.
The dark-haired woman stayed on the bed an extra moment, watching with a fond smile as Washuu headed to the bathing room.
Only a few minutes into her shower, Washuu heard the bathroom door open, then was joined by Zulian in the very close quarters of the shower stall. Under the pounding of the hot water, she felt strong arms wrap possessively around her from behind. Zulian started kissing the side of her neck, seeming for all the world like she was ready to start right up again. "How’s the food?" Washuu said, her body already beginning to tingle again.
"It's just fine, love," Zulian breathed in Washuu's ear. "We've even got some time yet."
Washuu shivered. "Excellent."
The soup was quite tasty, if a trifle overcooked, when they got to it some little time later.