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Bobbie woke up in a warm bed, too drowsy to move and deeply satisfied.
When she finally got around to turning her head, she was unsurprised to find the woman beside her still sleeping. They’d done this just enough times that she knew what she’d see if she shifted to sit upright: Chrisjen, face-down, hair spread across her pillow, taking up more than her fair share of the covers.
The thought made Bobbie smile as she did a quick self-assessment. Her muscles had tightened up overnight, and she was pretty sure she had some scratches on her shoulders that would sting like shit during her morning shower, but nothing that should bother her once she really got moving.
Not that it meant what they’d done last night wouldn’t linger. If she closed her eyes, she could feel the pleasant ache of Chrisjen’s fingers stretching her open, still wet from it in a way that was becoming harder to ignore.
Just thinking about it was enough to get her started all over again—
The sound of a cap snapping open, the feel of slick fingers easing themselves inside her.
Chrisjen’s voice husking in her ear, ‘just one more,’ working her way up to four fingers and—Bobbie shifted under the sheet, clenching at the memory—the very beginning of a thumb, before it retreated back to its previous position teasing her clit.
Trying to catch her breath as Chrisjen fucked her through two orgasms, driving into her without hesitation or reprieve until Bobbie gripped the wrist between her thighs in an unspoken plea.
Watching Chrisjen laugh as she complied, so incredibly smug that Bobbie would have rolled them both over if only she could have moved.
Instead, she’d just laid there as Chrisjen admired the outcome of her efforts. There had been enough speculation in her expression that Bobbie suspected Chrisjen would have liked to take things further, but Bobbie figured that fisting was something for them to discuss when both their brains were working again.
She hadn’t tried it herself, but that was due more to lack of opportunity than interest. They might have to work up to it, but she didn’t think there’d be much of problem. Chrisjen’s hands were conveniently small.
At the very least, it would give them something to talk about this morning.
Because the sex part, she could do. That was easy.
The mornings after were a different thing entirely.
When she’d been deployed, they hadn't really existed. And when she wasn’t…well, she couldn’t claim to have much experience with anything more complicated than sneaking in an extra round, maybe the occasional breakfast, before moving on with her day
She guessed if she and Chrisjen kept this up she'd eventually get used to it. She’d only spent two nights on Luna her last trip, but was here for five this time. Two down, three to go, and she didn’t think she end up spending any of them in the quarters she’d reserved.
Why would she? Sleeping elsewhere might be better for appearances, but at what cost? No one cared about them right now, and—Bobbie stole another peek at her companion—the benefits were undeniable.
I always work better after a good fuck, Chrisjen had said absently yesterday, then proceeded to watch, visibly amused, as Bobbie blushed. Really, Bobbie? she’d asked, in a way that Bobbie found very unfair. It wasn’t like Chrisjen’s crassness was anything new, it’s just that Bobbie wasn’t used to being the reason for that particular satisfied expression on her face.
But Chrisjen had been absolutely insufferable about it until Bobbie dropped to her knees in front of where she was sitting and changed the direction of her commentary.
Bobbie pressed her lips together, thinking about it, and let her attention drift lower, following the contour of Chrisjen’s flank down to where it disappeared beneath the covers. She suspected that Chrisjen wasn’t the type of person who enjoyed being woken up unexpectedly, but she guessed it couldn’t hurt to ask…
…but later. Something else for them to talk about.
She allowed herself to indulge in her thoughts for another minute or two, then carefully sat up and twitched the sheet aside. Time to clean up and then see about making coffee.
As she started to move forward, a muffled voice stopped her.
“Is it time to get up already?”
“No,” Bobbie said. “I just need to…” She jerked her head to the side, before realizing the futility of the gesture, seeing as Chrisjen’s face was still buried in her pillow.
Chrisjen gathered her hair back with one hand, then turned to look at Bobbie over her shoulder. “You know, if you needed some time alone, all you had to do was ask.”
“What? No, why would I-” Bobbie paused as Chrisjen’s knowing smile answered her question. So much for getting away with that trick on board the Roci. “You figured that out, huh?”
Chrisjen sat up, sheet dropping away to reveal the deep-v at the top of her slip. “Bobbie, you are a woman with considerable skills, but subtlety has never been one of them.”
She softened the observation by leaning forward to rest a hand at base Bobbie’s throat, fingers wrapping around the side of her neck as she brushed their lips together.
Before Chrisjen could pull away, Bobbie put a hand over hers and kissed her again, but deeper. Chrisjen responded easily, in what quickly escalated into a heated back-and-forth that made Bobbie newly aware of how ready she was for more.
Usually she’d go for it. It wasn’t like she was a stranger to waking up feeling a little too well-used but ready to go again…just not with someone like Chrisjen. Because while Bobbie had always prided herself on taking care of her body like any other tool at her disposal, Chrisjen operated at a whole other level.
But Bobbie knew that if she got up to take care of things now, by the time she finished, Chrisjen would likely need to—
Chrisjen drew back and looked up at her. "Go," she said, "so you can come back."
"Yeah?" Bobbie felt a grin stretch across her face. "No early meetings then?"
"No, I'm all yours." Chrisjen paused, and her next words were less brash and more guarded. "Unless you have somewhere else you need to be?"
Bobbie didn't roll her eyes but she wanted to. Now who wasn't being subtle? And over completely unfounded worries, no less.
As if this could ever be a love 'em and leave 'em type situation.
Bobbie gave an exaggerated sigh. "I guess I could stay for a while."
"Is that really all you have to say?" Chrisjen demanded. She tugged her hand out from under Bobbie's, fingertips grazing Bobbie's collarbone on their path to the back of her shoulder. She raked her thumbnail across the skin there, and Bobbie hissed, not having to wait for a shower to confirm the scratches on her back.
She twitched her shoulder away and glared at her. "Well, I could tell you about all the things I want to do to you, but that would be very unsubtle of me."
"Or maybe you're just out of ideas."
Bobbie laughed, then leaned down to mouth at where Chrisjen's neck met her shoulder. She took her time, dragging her lip over a sensitive spot, offering hints of tongue and teeth.
"Mmm," she said, as Chrisjen pressed closer. "As you said yourself, I'm very capable." Bobbie guided Chrisjen back toward the headboard, no longer interested in anything outside the bed. "I'm sure I can think of a few more things for us to do."