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“Kit, we — hn — we are at an event—“
“What was that?” Kit barely pauses to breathe the words into her ear before she returns to teasing her tongue along Jade’s throat. “Couldn’t seem to hear you over how much you’re clearly enjoying this.”
“Someone’s going to—"
Kit cuts her off with a deep kiss that Jade can’t help but sigh into. Kit’s feeling confident — some combination of her natural demeanor, the alcohol in her system, and the incredibly sharp suit she’s wearing. She probes into Jade’s mouth with her tongue, insistent, and is rewarded as Jade’s lips part to draw her further in. She thinks she’ll never get tired of kissing Jade, and certainly not with the way Jade reacts — she’s normally so restrained, so disciplined. But when Kit kisses her, works her tongue into her mouth, teases her just a little, she’s suddenly melting in her hands.
Kit’s hands are adventurous tonight. Already they’re roaming across the fine fabric of Jade’s trim suit — Gods, she looks good in a suit — as if they aren’t literally just a door away from the party. Airk’s party, no less, to celebrate his safe return, though technically he did the least amount of legwork out of everyone involved. But whatever. Kit has more immediate things to worry about.
Things like the way she’s currently peppering delicate kisses along Jade’s jawline, nosing into the crook of her neck, nipping at her earlobe as Jade swallows more adorable noises before they can slip out. She’s been dreaming for a moment alone with Jade ever since their kiss in the Shattered Sea, and she knows Jade feels the same — if her lingering touches and that hungry look in her eye have been anything to go off of. But even so, Jade is cautious by nature, and she presses a hand against Kit’s sternum to push her slightly back.
“What if,” Jade whispers, voice ragged, “someone hears us?”
Kit smiles wolfishly against her, lips hovering over the space just between her earlobe and jaw. “Well, then,” she purrs, “I guess you better be quiet.”
Jade scarcely has time to clap a hand over her mouth before Kit sinks her teeth into the skin below her ear, eliciting a barely suppressed moan from the pits of Jade’s stomach. Her head knocks back against the wooden wall. Her fingers, tangled in Kit’s hair, push her instinctively closer.
“Do you want me to stop?” Kit murmurs into her ear.
“…No.”
“Good.”
“But do you really want to be spending the evening defiling me in a broom closet?”
“Baby” — Kit’s confidence only spikes when she sees Jade flush at the pet name — “there is literally nothing I’d rather be doing. And besides. I think I like that thought.”
“What thought?” Jade replies, eyes narrowing.
Kit just grins. “The thought” — Kit punctuates her words with a kiss — “of defiling you.” One hand cups Jade’s burning cheek; the other begins to palm her breast as she murmurs against Jade’s lips. “Tir Asleen’s most disciplined knight,” she continues, teasing at a nipple, feeling Jade squirm against her touch. “Falling apart under my hands. Scandalous.”
Jade screws her eyes shut, hips now bucking shamelessly. “You’re such a tease,” she breathes.
“You love it,” Kit responds. She reaches to undo the buttons on Jade’s shirt, but is swatted away.
“I need to look presentable,” Jade insists, and Kit chuckles.
“Good luck with that.”
She leaves the buttons alone, though, and finds it all somehow more tantalizing with the layers of fine clothing separating her from Jade’s skin. Instead she devotes both hands to Jade’s breasts, working whimpers from her throat even as she covers her mouth. She wonders, dimly, what other sounds she can drag out of her. She wonders just how far they’ll take this. Their bodies are pressed flush together, Jade leaning her weight fully on the back wall as she pulls Kit into her with desperate hands. Kit finds her thigh slotted between Jade’s legs and, in an act of complete cockiness, presses her knee upward. Jade’s hips twitch forward as she moans — loud — into her own hand.
They freeze. Two pairs of eyes dart from the door, to each other, and back again. Two pairs of hands stay completely still, as if a single movement would send the walls crashing down around them.
Then, after what feels like an eternity, Jade lets out a shaky breath. “I think we’re all right,” she whispers.
“We could… We could try sneaking back to my room?” Kit offers, feeling bashful. Suddenly her hands feel unsure; her confidence seems to wither. Making Jade uncomfortable is the last thing she wants to do.
But Jade responds with a firm shake of her head. “Too late for that,” she says. “The party’s in full swing. It’s too obvious. And, um” — Jade glances to the ground, a new flush creeping across her cheeks — “this is kind of… Exciting. I suppose.”
Oh. Well, then.
Kit can work with that. She pulls Jade into another kiss, this one slower, deeper, less fervent. At the same time, she presses her knee between her legs, drawing a long sigh from Jade’s lips. She rocks against her, cautiously at first, then with vigor as she seeks any kind of friction, any kind of relief from the building pleasure. Kit breathes her in, rolling Jade’s nipples between her fingers, growling when Jade stifles a moan against her lips.
It’s so much. It’s the smell of Jade’s sweat and shampoo wrapping her brain in a fog, it’s her blunt nails scratching at her scalp and pulling her hair, it’s a deep ache to feel every part of Jade’s body writhing under her hands. Jade grinds against her knee and Kit can only imagine what it would feel like to press her hands there instead.
“What do you want me to do?” She murmurs into Jade’s mouth.
“Your— your fingers.” Jade tugs at her hair, crashing their lips back together, and whines quietly into her mouth. It’s quite possibly the hottest thing that Kit has ever heard.
As one hand falls to Jade’s waist, the other deftly pops the button of Jade’s pants and dips below the waistband. Jade buries her head into the crook of Kit’s neck, free hand grasping her bicep in a grip that’s almost painful. Kit takes her time, still tonguing Jade’s neck ever so lightly, fingers digging into her waist each time she bucks forward. With her right hand, Kit presses up experimentally.
“Oh.” Kit swallows. “You’re… You’re wet.”
Jade groans through gritted teeth. “Ever the observant one, Your Highness.”
Kit snorts, curling her fingers ever so slightly. Jade just whimpers into her neck, hips rolling forward, impatient. She’s never seen Jade like this, so fragile, so pliant, gifting to Kit a power she’s never had before. It makes her feel confident. It makes her feel dangerous.
“I kind of want to make you wait for it,” she whispers, voice husky, “just to see how long you’ll last.”
“Kit,” Jade whines, desperation edging into her voice.
“Kit, what?” She presses, stroking her fingers up lightly. It’s tantalizing, delirious. She feels Jade trembling with anticipation under her hands. She swallows, eyes closed, and Kit watches with open desire as her throat bobs up and down. Her fingers dig deeper into Kit’s bicep.
“Kit, please.”
“There you are.”
Kit presses one finger slowly inside of her and curls. The simple motion tears a breathy moan through Jade’s gritted teeth, much louder than she meant it, but Kit doesn’t stop there. She adds a second finger, pumping and curling in tandem with the rocking of Jade’s hips as she unravels against her hands. Jade clings to her for dear life, stifling the worst of her whimpers into Kit’s shoulder as Kit works her fingers relentlessly.
“You good?” She whispers into Jade’s ear, who nods frantically in response.
“Keep going,” she pants. Her hips are rolling and her legs are trembling and Kit simply cannot get enough of every little sound, no matter how muffled, that slips from Jade’s throat. When she presses her thumb forward in a tight circle, Jade actually bites down into the fabric of Kit’s suit to stifle a cry — and scratch what she thought before, that’s the hottest thing Kit’s ever heard.
“Can’t let them hear you, baby,” she whispers into Jade’s ear, as if she’s not the clear cause of the problem at hand.
“Not— Not helping.” She gasps, suddenly, bucking against Kit’s fingers as hit a dazzling spot that sends stars dancing across her vision.
“What’s that?” Kit murmurs. Jade takes a breath to speak, but it dissolves into a whimper when Kit curls her fingers into that same spot. So maybe she is a tease. But who can blame her, when she can feel Jade clenching against her fingers, when Jade’s breathing those pretty little sounds into her shoulder? Jade always has the advantage: she’s taller, she’s stronger, she’s more skilled. But now she’s crumbling in her hands, grinding and panting and begging for more. So Kit works her fingers, drawing those tight circles with her thumb that leave Jade going weak against her hand, pressing open-mouthed kisses along Jade’s exposed throat. She drinks it in, she savors every moment. She thinks that maybe she was made for this.
“Kit,” Jade breathes, her voice weak, her hips stuttering erratically, her heart threatening to pound right through her ribcage.
“Yeah?”
But Jade doesn’t respond, just keeps writhing against her fingers, gasping out her name — Kit, Kit, Kit — as she dissolves into incoherence. Kit’s propping up most of her weight, now; Jade’s hands have gone slack around her shoulders as she loses herself in the sensation. Kit doesn’t stop. She couldn’t if she wanted to.
Jade comes with a sharp whine; Kit carries her through the rolling waves of pleasure as her hips jerk erratically into Kit’s hand. After the comedown, Jade doesn’t move her hand from the back of Kit’s head; she holds Kit close and steady as she breathes in deep lungfuls of air.
“You alright?” Kit murmurs into her ear.
Jade nods. “Just,” she says, voice hazy and a little slurred, “just give me a minute.”
“Of course.”
It’s about a minute of Jade’s unsteady breath against her ear before Kit removes her fingers. She reaches to wipe them off on her pant leg, but it’s a nice suit. She’d hate to ruin it. So instead — as Jade watches her with open desire — Kit places her fingers in her mouth and sucks them clean.
“Fuck,” Jade breathes. Kit can’t help but smile.
“Was that okay?”
Jade answers her with a kiss, pulling away all too soon and leaving Kit to chase her lips. The kiss is gentle, languid, as if they have all the time in the world.
Kit’s eyes flick to the door. “Think anyone will have noticed we’re gone?”
Jade groans, tipping her head back into the wall. “I hope not. I think Airk knew we were up to something.”
“Oh, gross, why?”
“He kept… Wiggling his eyebrows at me. Every time he saw us together.”
“Classic Airk,” Kit says, humor creeping into her voice. “With his track record, you’d think he would have his own shenanigans to get up to.”
“Must run in the family.” Jade brushes her fingertips against Kit’s jaw, pushing lightly so their eyes meet. “You’re a bit of a charmer yourself.”
“I try.”