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kara, to her sister, when alex says it's not okay to platonically put your tongue in your best friend's mouth: what are you a cop?

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In August, Kara kisses Lena to save her life.

A surfer at Locarno Beach loses control on a particularly vicious wave and his board slips free of his grasp, clocking Lena square in the back of the head where she's bobbing happily in the surf.

The next thing she knows, there's hot sand at her back and a hot body against her front. She's laid out on the beach, head spinning, ears ringing, and Kara's mouth is on top of her own.

"Breathe, Lena,” she gasps in the split second before the salty softness of her lips covers Lena's once more. “Breathe, sweetheart. Breathe.”

Kara's mouth is open, and it's moving against Lena's, and it's searing and insistent and delicious as the sun beating down on them from the cloudless sky. Lena registers, slowly and with great difficulty, that the purpose of her best friend's lips upon her own in this moment is, ostensibly, mouth-to-mouth. Rescue breaths. Not a kiss.

That being said, the fact that Kara has neither pinched Lena's nose nor tipped her head back à la the accepted technique, the fact that her hands are not tilting Lena's chin up to open her airway but are instead cupping her cheeks, the fact that Lena is already breathing— none of these things seem to matter to Kara.

Her best friend's only concern in this moment appears to be the accuracy with which she can slot their mouths together again and again, the exploratory nudge of a tongue between plush lips, the salty, gritty press of their swimsuit-clad bodies on the damp sand.

This is the first time Lena has ever felt her best friend's mouth upon any part of her body. Her head pounds. Her pulse races. Her mind reels. She maybe doesn't handle it as well as she could. If Lena is still breathing in this moment, it is in spite of Kara, not because of her.

When Lena's weakly flailing fingers connect with Kara's hips, when her eyes flutter open and her chest continues very definitively rising and falling all on its own with no external assistance, a throat clears loudly above their heads.

“Kara,” Alex says tightly, a shadow against the blazing sun. “I, uh. I think you got it.”

Kara draws back at last, their mouths separating with a wet pop that sets Lena's heart racing for reasons utterly unrelated to her latest near-death experience. Strong arms lift her gently, propping her torso – wet, hot, covered only by a skimpy bikini – against Kara's chest – wet, hot, covered only by an even skimpier bikini.

“You're alright,” Kara coos against her temple, bulging arms closing protectively over Lena's stomach and ribs. “You're okay, you're alright.”

Lena is not alright. In this moment, with the memory of Kara's mouth fresh on her tongue and the indent of a surfboard fresh in the back of her skull, Lena cannot recall ever being alright in her life, not for one single second.

Kara's attention, thankfully, is not on Lena's thundering pulse or clammy hands or sapphic overload. Her attention has turned to the circle of people surrounding them, peering down with anxious eyes.

“She's okay,” Kara reports on Lena's behalf, rubbing soothingly at her hip. “She's breathing.”

“After that performance?” Nia gets out, a little strangled. “I should hope so.”

Lena feels Kara's posture tighten against her, prompting a tensing of firm forearms and biceps that her already spinning head really doesn't need right now.

“Performance?” Kara asks, slow, a challenge.

“Was that supposed to be CPR?” Brainy asks, brow furrowing. “Because I'm not sure—”

“Unless CPR stands for conspicuous passionate romance, it was no such thing,” Alex interjects firmly. She looks a little green around the gills. Lena knows the feeling.

Kara's defensive stance tightens. She tugs Lena more firmly into her lap. “I was saving her—”

“You were doing plentywith her,” Kelly mutters. Alex quirks a brown, vindicated. “I'm just not sure saving was high on the list.”

Kara's chin rises. “I'll have you know that rescue breaths—”

“She hadn't even stopped breathing!” Alex explodes. Lena tries very, very hard to disappear.

Above her head, blue eyes narrow. A plump bottom lip with which Lena is intimately familiar sticks out, Kara's pout a nautical mile wide.

“So, you're telling me a girl can't use her mouth against her best friend's mouth to save her life these days?” Kara asks her sister heatedly, full of the righteous indignation of the unjustly persecuted. “What are you, a cop?”

Alex visibly ages half a decade right there, right in front of Lena's still-hazy eyes.

“...yes?”

“You guys are unbelievable,” Kara grouches as her sister checks Lena over. Aside from a headache and lips that feel deliciously swollen and bruised – the first is Alex's professional appraisal, the second, her own – she's declared healthy as a horse. That doesn't stop Kara scooping her up into her arms as the others gather their stuff, cradling her close on the walk back to the car.

“I was being a good Samaritan,” Kara insists as she trails after the others. “Protecting people, saving people. Like I'm supposed to.”

“I'm not sure tonguing your best friend is in Supergirl's job description,” Nia mutters from the head of the group to a chorus of stifled laughter and Alex's despairing groan.

Kara's selective superhearing evidently elects to ignore the comment. “You guys have no respect for rapid first aid,” she says primly, one hand tucking Lena's head tenderly against her shoulder while the other squeezes her thigh. “If I had to, I'd give rescue breaths to any one of you.”

Alex turns so sharply on her heel that she sprays sand three feet in the air. “If that is ever what's required to save my life,” she says sharply, waving fingers encompassing the entirety of she and Kara's current entanglement, “then for the love of God, just— let me die.”

---

In September, Kara kisses her onboard a burning spaceship with one minute left to live.

Their covert mission to track down and rescue aliens trafficked into the Maaldorian slave trade had been going really, really well, right up until the point at which they'd been caught.

The slavedrivers, spooked by the discovery of Supergirl and her heavily armed backup aboard their ship, beat a hasty retreat which involves jettisoning themselves out into space in handy little escape pods and flooding the remaining inhabitants of the vessel with flammable, noxious gas.

Lena shepherds the terrified victims toward the dream portal Nia is holding open through sheer force of will, Kara and J’onn flying them through it in droves, an evacuation that cracks the sound barrier.

They're being poisoned, all of them. Lena can feel it in her lungs, a cloudy sort of tickling, fine gossamer laces tugging at the edges of her airways, tightening them, closing them completely. She can see it in the tremble of Kara's hands, the sweat on J’onn's brow, the hacking coughs Nia lets out as she struggles to maintain the portal. She can see it in the terrified faces of the Loraxans, the Starhavenites, the K'hunds; in the expressions of those who know they have only moments before death claims them as painfully as possible.

They're all being poisoned, Lena knows that. But different physiologies react differently to such toxins; some species claimed quicker, others slower. Her scientist's brain is still trying to analyse the data even as she coughs so hard she retches, ribs cracking, lungs screaming.

It's clear to her that one species out of the many on this ship is affected worse by this; succumbs faster, suffers more. It's clear to her, as her knees give out and her body crumples, that that species is human.

At least the others have gotten the rest of the victims out, she thinks as the corrugated metal of the floor rushes up to meet her. At least they won't die here as well.

Her body hits something hard and unyielding but it's not the ground, she realises at length through hacking coughs and streaming eyes. She's being held, held up by something warmer, smoother, firm yet malleable as it moulds itself around her.

Through the fog of fumes and the flicker of flames comes Kara's face, skin pale and bruised, eyes wide and panicked. Close as a whisper then closer still, as poison floods Lena's cells and sanity leaves her and all she can think is don't die with me. All she can think is never let me go.

Lena can tell from the thickness in her lungs and the utter absence of her breath that she has moments left to live. She's just about to use the last of her strength to shove Kara away from her, towards the portal, toward home and light and life, when Kara's hands leave her hips to cradle her jaw instead. When Kara leans in, and presses their mouths together.

Yes, is all Lena can think. Yes, yes, yes. If she could have chosen her last act in this life, it would have been this. To know that Kara would, too, to know that she feels the same—

Kara parts Lena's lips with her own and it's everything, it's warmth and hope and love and eternity and Lena is going die knowing that in this, at least, she wasn't alone. Kara parts Lena's lips with her own and Lena's knees, already jelly, disintegrate entirely.

Kara parts Lena's lips with her own and something cool, something bitter and metallic and vaguely oily flows between them. Kara licks in past her teeth, tongue working warm and slick, coating every inch of the inside of Lena's mouth in the substance. The strange liquid trickles down her throat, pooling in her belly, dousing the fire ignited by the tinder of Kara's kiss.

Because this is not a kiss, Lena realises as her airways slacken and clear, as oxygen reaches her desperate bronchi once more. This is not a kiss. This is an antidote.

This is not a kiss, and yet even when Lena's chest has cleared, Kara does not pull away. When every last drop of medicine has trickled down Lena's throat, when nothing is left mingling between them except breath and limbs and heat, Kara is still there.

Kara is still there, two hands buried deep in the tangle of Lena's hair, holding her steady as she licks and licks and licks, along Lena's lips, at the roof of her mouth, against her tongue.

It's long minutes, at least, minutes if not hours before they finally break apart, Lena's newly cleared lungs heaving as if her life still depends on it. Kara releases one hand from Lena's hair, the other sweeping the wild strands back from her face. Her thumb tracks the length of Lena's bottom lip; presses at the corner of her mouth. When she holds it up between them for inspection the tip is coated in a shimmering grey film.

“You have to get it all,” she hums, that same digit pushing and pushing until Lena's mouth yields to her once more, the last remnants of the antidote as acrid as Kara's thumb is sweet against her tongue. “You have to, please, I can't— you have to be okay.”

She is okay. Alex confirms it, hooking her up to wires and monitors in the med bay once they make it back to Earth. The antidote was strong enough, got to her quick enough, that she'll suffer no lasting damage from the inhalational neurotoxin the slavedrivers were sweet enough to gift them. Kara holds her hand through all of it, hooked up to wires and monitors of her own, thumb kneading tender circles against Lena's palm.

“You know, Kar,” Alex mutters as she bustles between gurneys, gaze flicking unsubtly between their flushed cheeks and swollen lips, the thin silver sheen still clinging to the pressed red of both their mouths. “I really could have given you that antidote in a bottle.”

---

In October, Kara kisses her while hovering five feet in the air, sporting a zebra-print towel as a cape and a drawn-on crayon moustache.

Esme is going through an involved and intense dress-up-play-act stage, which Kara and Lena are under strict instructions not to discourage at Auntie's Night. It's good for her creativity and development of self-expression, apparently.

Whatever it's good for, it ultimately involves Lena being cast as Rapunzel ensconced high up on a tower of chairs and cushions because she is, as her niece puts it, pretty as a princess, a statement with which Kara heartily agrees. Kara lands the role of gallant knight, taking her rolled-up-magazine sword and towel-cape very seriously. She's midway through allowing Esme to draw a thick black moustache above her upper lip when her brow furrows.

"Why does the knight have to be a man?” she asks, garbled beneath the press of Esme's tiny fingers. Her eyes flick to Lena's, high above the living room in her cushioned tower. “We're not instilling good feminist ideals in her, are we? Break free of the patriarchy, Es. Let your knight be a girl.”

Esme's tiny brow crinkles. “Girls can be knights?”

“Sure can,” Kara nods as Lena adds, “Girls can be anything they want to be.”

Esme nods happily. Kara wrinkles her lips, testing the waxy masterpiece. “It's a shame we didn't have this forward-thinking revelation before you started drawing, little bug.”

The six-year-old narrows her eyes, appraising her aunt intently. Then she straightens, grinning, a flick of her wrist the final flourish on Kara's moustachioed masterpiece. “Girls can have moustaches, too!”

So, Lena is Rapunzel, Kara her gallant knight and Esme – as per the point of the entire endeavour – gets to be the dragon prowling ferociously and adorably at Lena's feet.

There are many battles.

Many battles, involving a lot of dramatically sustained “injuries” (Kara), laughter (Lena), and impassioned growling (Esme). At long last, weary from her days on the battlefield yet emboldened by her determination to reach the princess up above, Knight Kara takes her last stand. A lot of tickling and giggling and shrieking later, Kara has her niece upside down in her arms, blowing loud raspberries all over her cheeks and belly.

“Forsooth, that I should have slayed this dragon!” she soliloquises, carefully tossing a gleeful Esme into the nest of blankets and pillows constructed for this very purpose. “And interred her bones forever at the feet of my beloved!”

“Now you climb!” Esme stage-whispers from her feathered grave.

“Now I climb!” Kara decrees, floating herself off the ground with over-exaggerated scrambling motions and great grunts of fake effort.

“Rescue the princess!” Esme instructs and Kara hauls herself up the last half-foot, floating conveniently at Lena's eye level.

“I am here to rescue you, Princess,” she manages, solemn despite the smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. One hand extends in invitation.

Lena places her palm delicately in Kara's, fighting to keep her own smile from ruining the moment. “What's next, darling?”

"Now the beautiful knight saves the beautiful princess,” Esme informs them from five feet below.

“Hello, beautiful princess,” Kara whispers conspiratorially as she extracts Lena from the tottering tower of living room detritus, hovering them both in mid-air. “I'm here to save you.”

“Why, hello, brave knight,” Lena whispers back, too low for Esme to hear. “Tales of your moustachioed beauty were not unfounded.”

Kara snorts as Esme claps her hands, feet kicking gleefully in her cushion cocoon. “And now you have to live happily ever after.”

“Did you hear that, princess?” Kara asks, and her voice is lower suddenly, almost husky. “We have to.”

Lena's just opening her mouth to respond when another open mouth lands upon hers instead.

Just like each time before, the kiss is so surprising that for a moment, Lena has no idea how to react. Her muscles slacken in shock and she probably would have slipped clean out of the embrace all the way to the ground had Kara's arms not twined tight around her, one hand at her waist, the other pressing between her shoulder blades.

Kara's breathing hard, panting into her open mouth and the kiss is deep, so deep, that Lena's left powerless against it. She's just along for the ride as Kara shifts and moves against her, angling them together again and again.

When Kara pulls back only to surge forward slower this time, sweeter, pressing one, two, three soft kisses to Lena's bottom lip, all she can do is sigh.

When her dazed eyes flicker open, Kara brushes the tips of their noses together. Her crayon moustache is smudged out of recognition above her top lip, in some places faded completely.

“How was that for happily ever after?” Kara calls to their niece, her eyes never straying from Lena's.

“It was good,” Esme declares, casual and offhand as though this is something that happens every day. "Now the princess has to say thank you to the knight. ‘Cuz she gotted rescued.”

“Thank you,” Lena repeats mechanically, higher brain function snuffed out, what's left of her mental faculties residing somewhere low and useless in the cradle of the hips Kara's squeezing like she has any right to, like they're hers to do with what she will.

Kara lowers them carefully to the ground, the locked focus of their gazes never breaking once.

“Any time.”

---

In November, Kara kisses her because her lips are chapped.

They haven't talked about it. Neither of them has mentioned, not even once, the string of kiss attacks with which Kara has ambushed Lena, now numbering a resoundingly shocking three. Neither of them has mentioned their newfound intimate familiarity with the taste of the other's mouth, the press of their bodies or the pitch of their gasps.

Lena has not mentioned how distracted she's been, lately. How she'll be doing something innocuous like brushing her teeth and then she'll start thinking about what flavour of toothpaste Kara uses, whether it would complement her own, how it would taste to lick it from her skin. How she'll press her fingertips to her own lips and wish they were Kara's, how she'll absentmindedly slip a pen into her mouth and wish it was Kara's thumb. How she can't focus on much besides the fact that her gorgeous platonic best friend keeps kissing her and not saying a damn word about it.

If Kara has been having any of the same thoughts, she hasn't mentioned them either.

And now here they are, bundled up against the icy bite of the ocean breeze as they line the sea wall along with hundreds of other supporters. National City's annual marathon has been going for hours already and though the elite runners have already begun trickling by, they'll have to wait a while longer for Kelly and her team of social workers running for charity to pass their spot.

Alex has taken a cold and tired Esme to warm up in a café with some hot chocolate, leaving Kara and Lena with strict instructions not to lose their prime position near the finish line. Privately, Lena wonders if she shouldn't be taking Kara to warm up with some hot chocolate – and probably a pastry or twelve – just to stave off the pout that's taken up permanent residence on her face.

“I'm bored,” Kara complains, right on schedule, knocking her shoulder into Lena's. “I want to stay and support Kelly but, Lena, I'm just so bored. I hate standing still!”

The blonde floats herself off the ground a few inches, oblivious in her frustration. Lena grabs her by the crook of her elbow and yanks her back down.

“We can't take a break until Alex and Esme come back,” she says, repeating the same line she's used eight times already. “Once they do we can go and stretch our legs, get a snack.”

“Thank Rao,” Kara grumbles. “I'm so hungry. And it's cold. And it's so damn windy, it's making even my skin dry. My skin that can withstand bullets, Lena.”

Lena rubs her elbow in absent sympathy, eyes scanning the stream of runners for anyone she recognises.

“Do you have any moisturiser on you?” Kara asks, suddenly close enough to Lena's ear that she jumps.

“Not today. Sorry, darling.”

Kara's frown deepens. “Chapstick, even? My lips are cracking like a glacier in the spring.”

“Descriptive.” Lena roots through the pockets of her pea coat, checks her purse. “Um— no. No, I don't think I have any.”

Cool fingertips slide beneath her chin without warning, lifting her face and tilting it into the light.

“But you're wearing it,” Kara accuses. “I can see it.”

Lena swallows heavily, the fingertips against her throat bobbing with the movement. “I put it on before we left this morning,” she manages, voice only fractionally higher than normal.

Kara's eyebrows hit her hairline. “You've been wearing chapstick for five hours and it still looks that good?” she whisper-yells, tilting Lena's face this way and that. “How is it still so shiny? What the hell is it made from? Superglue?”

“Camphor and carnauba wax, mainly,” Lena answers absently, distantly, thoroughly distracted by the hot brands of Kara's fingers scorching a trail across her skin beneath the hinge of her jaw. “I— I use a highly specialised brand. It's thirty dollars a tube.”

“Thirty dollars?” Kara shrieks, eyes wide and scandalised. “Lena. Can it really be that good?”

Lena swallows again, Kara's knuckles skating her throat as she does so. “You tell m—”

And then Lena's open, thirty-dollar-chapstick-covered lips are pressed against Kara's once more.

Kara's mouth is deliciously hot in the chill of the late fall air, her tongue sweeter than any cosmetic flavouring money could buy. There's no hesitation this time, not so much as a moment of coy restraint. Kara licks straight into Lena's mouth like she's hiding a popsicle in there, hands sliding beneath the open folds of Lena's jacket to smooth over denim-clad hips.

Their bodies slot together in a way that feels dangerously close to practiced and Lena forgets about the race, forgets about the wind, forgets about the hordes of people pressing in on them from all sides. The only thing that exists in the universe, now and forever, is Kara.

Kara, lifting Lena onto her tiptoes, tilting her chin up to account for their height difference. Kara, and her gasping breath and her mouth slanting over and over against Lena's, the desperate sound that builds and builds in the back of her throat. Kara, and the taste of her, smell of her, feel of her, kissing Lena right here in the middle of the city on a windy Sunday morning in November like it's the most natural thing in the world.

Kara's mouth is slick when they eventually break apart, shiny and wet, though whether it's a result of Lena's transferred chapstick or their mingled saliva, she couldn't say.

She smacks her lips appreciatively, rubbing them together as one arm stays close around Lena's waist beneath her jacket, fingers curling in the belt loops of her jeans.

“Yeah,” Kara hums pensively just as Alex and Esme rejoin them, Kelly's charity running group appearing in the distance. “I'd say it's worth every penny.”

---

In December, Kara kisses her because she's cold.

That's it. No rescues, no requirements, no life-saving antidotes or elaborate play-acting. Lena is cold, and Kara kisses her, as if that is in any way an appropriate reaction to the situation.

The situation, naturally, is she and Kara alone in a draughty gondola halfway up a mountain on some ill-advised family ski trip that Lena had only agreed to come on in the first place on the condition that she never, not once, has to touch snow.

And yet here she is, decked out in newly purchased salopettes and an enormous down-filled jacket, shivering beneath twelve layers of fleece on her way to the top of a freezing piste all because Kara had said please.

"But you can ski,” Kara says for the twelfth time that morning, relaxed and at ease as she lounges against the plexiglass separating them from a dizzying drop. “You can, right?”

Lena, rigid as a stone in the centre of the gondola, gripping the lone safety bar with both hands, barely manages to move her jaw beyond the chattering of her teeth.

“I can ski,” she starts shakily, wiggling her frozen toes inside her boots, "the same way I can paint, and play the piano, and recite epic poems in their original Latin. Because it was something Lionel and Lillian required of me as a child. Not because I wanted to.”

Kara clicks her tongue in sympathy, crossing the gondola to pry Lena's hands off the safety rail. Her footsteps cause the carriage to sway even more than it had been already and Lena redoubles her grip, clenching her jaw.

“Sweetheart, relax,” Kara coos, gently working her gloved hands beneath each of Lena's clutching fingers in turn. “We're just going up there for the view. If you don't want to ski, we'll hop right in the gondola and come back down.”

The notion of getting back into this rickety death trap causes Lena to tense up even further. Kara shakes her head fondly, successfully releasing Lena's lethal grip on the cold metal bar and cradling her hands instead. “You need to relax your muscles to get your shivering under control.”

“It's because I'm shivering that I can't relax,” Lena shudders, teeth clicking rhythmically in her skull.

Kara's brow creases. “Are you really that cold?”

If she hadn't been so afraid of plummeting to her death, Lena would have rolled her eyes so hard she'd have fallen over. “No, I'm shivering like this for the fun of it.”

Kara clicks her tongue once more. “Oh, baby. Here.” And to Lena's horror, she unzips her own ski jacket, leaving her in nothing but a thin base layer, and tugs Lena into the gap created by her open coat.

“You'll freeze!” Lena protests instinctively even as the warmth of Kara's body registers through her many, many layers and she presses closer, eager for more.

“You know I'm only wearing this coat for appearances,” the superheated Kryptonian reminds her, coaxing Lena's frozen hands against her back and pulling the edges of her jacket around her huddled form. “I'd give it to you, but people would probably look at me weird.”

"No, this is good,” Lena hums, the contrast of stillness after the past half-hour of wracking shivers a welcome reprieve. Her numb nose hits the fleece buff at Kara's neck, pressing beneath it to the heat of her skin.

Kara flinches at the sudden cold, chuckling as she wraps her arms more securely around Lena's body.

“Better?”

Lena sighs, pulling back far enough that their gazes meet. “Better. Thank you.”

Kara's eyes glint turquoise gold in the brilliant winter sunshine, something warm and undefined tugging at the corners of her mouth. “You know, I'm not sure you are,” she breathes, eyes crinkling. “Better, I mean. Your lips are turning blue.”

Lena's brow furrows. “It's highly unlikely I'm suffering from cyanosis at this temperature,” she mumbles, shaking her head. “I really doubt—”

“No, I definitely see a blueish tinge,” Kara insists, walking Lena backwards until her shoulders hit the curved plex of the gondola's side. “We'd better get them warmed up right away.”

And Lena is a fool, a damnable, irredeemable fool, for not seeing where this was heading from the very first word to fall from Kara's lips. Lena is a damnable, irredeemable fool, for finally realising exactly where this is going, and not doing a damn thing to stop it.

When Kara's mouth closes over her own this time, it's no longer accompanied by the shock of their previous encounters. This time the kiss is warm, intimate, sweet and tender and coalescing into a distinct feeling of comfort and home that Lena really should not get from making out with her platonic best friend.

And making out they are. With no audience around them, Kara abandons her relative chastity of their previous encounters in favour of pressing Lena back hard against the glass side, the solid warmth of her body an exquisite juxtaposition to the freezing plex. Kara's thigh slips between Lena's legs and one of them moans, low and breathy. Or maybe it's both of them, or maybe it doesn't matter, because Kara's hand is smoothing down Lena's side, down and down until it reaches her thigh, hooks beneath the back of it, hitching it up around her own waist.

And then there's delicious pressure and friction even through all these goddamned layers, and then there's gloved fingers beneath the buff at Lena's neck, tugging it down. And then Kara's mouth leaves her own to skate across her jaw, down her neck to attach itself to her pulse point, sucking firm and deliberate.

“No sign of slow heart rate,” Kara pants against her skin, tongue soothing over the hickey she'd just bestowed before venturing lower, repeating the process. “S’good. Not hypothermic.”

Lena doesn't even have it within herself to scoff at the flimsy pretence because Kara's mouth is already travelling back up to her own, licking in past the clean edge of her teeth, sucking Lena's tongue into her mouth as she cants her hips sharply into Lena's pelvis.

Lena moans, then, really and properly moans, right there into her best friend's mouth in a rickety gondola on the side of a ski hill she'd never wanted to come to in the first place.

Kara grins at the sound, grins right into the kiss, slowing the frantic tempo of their kisses into something smoother, saccharine and honeyed. She keeps them pressed close, foreheads and noses and lips brushing, over and over to the steady roll of the gondola up the mountainside.

When she finally pulls back it's barely a hair's breadth, smile wide, eyes sparkling. "Look at that,” she hums, low and rumbling as they reach the top. “Your lips are back to a healthy colour. What a lucky escape.”

And then she releases Lena only to grab her hand, tugging her out of the gondola and into the blinding snow like nothing had even happened.

Well.

Maybe it's the mind-numbing cold that does it. Maybe it's the altitude, the decreased oxygen getting to her brain. Maybe it's the plain and simple fact that her best friend in the world keeps making love to her with her mouth and then seeming to forget all about it thirty seconds later.

Whatever it is, Lena's had enough.

“No,” she calls at Kara's retreating back. “No. No way. Come here.”

Kara freezes from where she'd been bending to deposit their skis, turning to face Lena with the expression of a condemned man walking to the noose.

“What was that?” Lena demands, inwardly cringing at the high, shrill tone of her own voice. “Why did you do that?”

Kara's mouth opens and closes comically. Gloved fingers clench and unclench against the tops of her thighs. “Um, your lips were turning—”

“Don't bullshit me.” Lena stalks closer, the finger she's jabbing against Kara's chest forcing the blonde backwards until she hits the snow-covered bows of a nearby pine. “Why did you kiss me just then? Why have you been kissing me for months?”

Kara's teeth dig hard against the plush of her bottom lip. “I didn't— I only—”

“Tell me the truth,” Lena says, quieter now, pleading. “Please. Tell me the truth.”

Kara's cheeks are flushed above the collar of her jacket, a mouth-watering pink against the snow at her back. “Because I wanted to,” she whispers, almost inaudible over the sounds of the slopes. “Because— because I've always wanted to.”

Lena softens like the snow moulding to the shape of their bodies, jabbing finger replaced by a gentle hand over Kara's chest, over her ribs, over her heart. “Why didn't you just say so?”

A long moment of quiet between them as snow flutters down from the boughs overhead, crystallising on the ends of their eyelashes.

“I didn't know if you'd want me to,” Kara says in the smallest voice Lena's ever heard. “I didn't know if you'd let me, without a reason.”

“Darling, if I didn't want you to kiss me, I would never have let you,” Lena breathes, reaching out, smoothing her thumbs along the proud arch of golden cheekbones. “And your reasons have always been flimsy to say the least. I mean, what was next? What else would you have come up with?”

“I was going to kiss you after dinner so I could taste your desert,” Kara says without so much as a second of hesitation, eyes wide and sombre. “I'd already planned it out.”

Lena's mouth drops open. “No.”

Kara flashes her a close-mouthed smile. “Yep.”

Lena shakes her head. “Really?”

Pink lips purse. “Uh huh.”

“Darling.” Lena laughs then, head thrown back, snowflakes melting on the heat of her upturned cheeks. “You were really scraping the bottom of the barrel with that one.”

“I know.” Two gloved hands slide tentatively around Lena's waist, blonde eyelashes fluttering. “Does— does this mean I won't have to use it?”

“Kara,” Lena says as gently as she can manage, sliding her palms up to cup the face of the woman she loves more than her heart can possibly contain, idiotic romance plans and all. “I've been casually making out with you for half a year under the guise of the worst come-ons imaginable. We've waited long enough. What do you say we skip dinner and go straight to our own desert?”

Kara's smile is so wide Lena could drown in it. In fact, she plans to.

“I say, your lips are looking a little blue again,” she beams, scooping Lena clean off the ground and crushing their bodies together in an embrace so tight no force in the cosmos could break them apart. “I think I'd better take another look.”

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How did that old saying go? Caught between a misthios and a drengr? Yes, this is exactly what you think it is... A threesome with the assassins...

Fandom: Assassin's Creed (Odyssey + Valhalla)

Pairing: Kassandra x Fem!Reader x Eivor

Warnings: Smut, mature content, swearing, mentions of alcohol, threesome, masturbation (?), marking, body worship, praise, oral, fingering, ab-riding (?), face-sitting, tribbing, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, aftercare, it's just very, very horny 💦

Word Count: 9,600~

Notes: A not so little holiday present for the lovely @shouty-y ! I hope you enjoy my humble writings on this very christian date involving these two handsome ladies and a lot of thirst 🤧 May you have a wonderful Christmas, my soft bear with a heart of gold ❤️

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A huge mug was set down in front of you, foam spilling onto the well-carved wooden table, making a little mountain of white that your eyes watched for a moment before your attention was caught by the woman on your left setting her mug down.

"You call that drinking?" The blonde on your right chuckled, downing her mead like it was nothing as if to prove she was much quicker at drinking.

Scarred hands with slightly tanned skin squeezed the edge of the table, body leaning forwards with a groan to try and snatch the mug from the other.

An insult was thrown at the foreign when she took the drink and finished it instead of the viking, making you squint your eyes at your own mead, clutching it with your hands before either tried to drink it.

"I've only just started!" The woman with brown hair laughed softly, gesturing towards the rugged old man by the giant barrels for more alcohol.

The two women bickered for a while over who was better at drinking and you merely sat there and listened to the two, taking sips of your mead and refusing to take a side.

You enjoyed the warmth of the drink in silence but never as much as either of them as they drank huge mug after mug without hesitation until the loud bantering about who held their alcohol better turned to a more toned down boasting about who was better at more intimate matters.

It took you a bit to understand what they were implying with their vague words at first but as the mead started to take effect, they became a bit less shameful and incredibly detailed in their many stories about how they had pleased many lovers.

Suddenly you felt a lot more interested in what was happening around you, switching attention between Kassandra who had her legs up on the table, ranting on your left and Eivor who crossed her arms as if unimpressed, rolling eyes on your right.

For some reason you started to feel warm despite your mug still having plenty of mead left.

No names were given and you were thankful they had the decency to keep at least THAT private in case it had been you but everything else was free for them to throw in each others' faces, uncaring of who heard them in the quite rowdy tavern…

Wait, what was that thought you had?

In case it had been you?

But you never got intimate with them!

In fact, you only knew them for a few hours…

Yet, here you were, drinking with them as if you were all good friends, listening to them ramble on and on about lovers of all shapes and sizes with details so graphic they made you feel flustered…

No, you were not exactly innocent...but you had never been with anyone as attractive as the foreigner Kassandra...or the mysterious Eivor…

And just like that, a perverse thought popped into your head that you wouldn't really have minded being one of those ladies they talked about…

Being the subject of their affections and lust, their passion and from how many stories you had heard while your mead grew colder in your hands, their insatiable hunger to please their partners…

"It seems our new friend is feeling...shy." Eivor chuckled, pinching your arm to get your attention.

You almost jumped at the touch, caught off-guard, looking at the drengr. "Sorry, what was that?" You asked, watching her mouth curve into a smirk.

Kassandra leaned closer to take a proper look at you, practically resting her whole weight on the table as she touched your chin to turn your face towards hers. She smirked too and it made you realize your face was completely flushed and they could see it perfectly. You looked at the mug that you had abandoned during your day-dream and hoped they thought you were just a little drunk.

"I asked if you had any stories you'd like to share with us!" the misthios teased you, caressing under your chin with her index finger, making your eyes widen and your throat to nervously swallow.

"With how red your face is, it must be a good one." Eivor laughed softly, leaning on her arms to look at you, deep blue eyes making you feel shy.

"I...I don't have any stories…" none that would ever compare to the filth that had come out of their mouths and left you looking like a tomato.

"Aww!" Kassandra's thumb met your chin and you felt something touch your arm again, making you look to your right to where Eivor had gotten just a bit closer to you on the bench, staring intensely.

"Do you hear that, Eivor?" she chuckled, watching your shiny eyes make a confused dance between her and the other woman, uncertain of who to look at. "She has no stories to share with us..." a small pout from you made the brown-haired smile wide.

"I am certain that's something that can be fixed." Eivor touched your thigh from under the table, making you jump in surprise and squirm at the sudden caress of a firm hand, smirking at the sight of you desperately trying to avoid her gaze.

"I'm sure we can give you something worth talking about..." Kassandra's thumb touched your bottom lip and you felt your head become lighter as if you were about to lose your senses. "We've noticed the way you've been looking at us…" she added, continuing to trace the softness of your mouth.

"You barely touched your mead…" Eivor squeezed your thigh and you swore something in you was starting to burn with how hot you were feeling all of a sudden. "Yet your cheeks are full of color and your eyes are darker..." her palm moved up your leg, resting closer to your inner-thigh.

"I...I don't usually drink…" you squeaked, hearing both of them laugh, watching them press closer.

"A northerner that doesn't drink!" Kassandra grinned, tilting your head up to the light of the torches, studying the blush on your cheeks.

"You should learn how to lie better." Eivor purred, her lips dangerously close to your ear. "You ought to train your body to be less obvious too." fingers dug into your thigh and pulled a peep from you.

"But I like her like this." the misthios smiled, thumb resting over your bottom lip and you felt you part your mouth unintentionally. "Flushed and eager. I think the blush looks lovely on you…" her words were lustful but a bit tender too, like she actually enjoyed the way your skin looked when flushed.

Kassandra's voice echoed in your head, smooth and warm like Summer, playful and confident. It was incredibly appealing. She spoke your name and you were smitten, gluing your eyes to her.

The tall drengr at your side scoffed, narrowing her eyes at the other woman who wore a shit-eating grin, full of pride at having you melt under her fingertips. Eivor would never allow her to have you all for herself, though -- and with a brush of her hand over your hips and under your belt, you felt calloused fingers on bare skin, making you look at your right to notice the slight pout on her face.

"You heard her stories. Mundane compared to mine. I can give you what you need and more. Satisfy you unlike any other woman can." it was an obvious jab at Kassandra but it made you excited hearing those words, knowing they were true and she would treat you incredibly well.

Hearing her interest so targeted towards you like this made you shiver. Eivor had a deep, rough voice that reminded you of Winter...but with a certain softness that made you feel cozy...

"Please! Yours pale in comparison!" the misthios snorted, pressing thumb against the corner of your mouth. "You know who the better lover is. The one who has been with women from different places. I could show you things that would make even the most experienced of viking lovers flush…" a wink by her and you felt yourself trembling in your seat.

"How about we let her choose?" Eivor huffed, her warm hand under your clothes drifting along your belly to the other hip, squeezing you. "I know you will make the right decision." another squeeze and you were sure she was trying to convince you that she was the better choice and not Kassandra.

"Who do you want?" The misthios asked, her thumb tracing your upper lip and then your lower one, index finger still caressing your chin. She glanced at your mouth and you felt the urge to kiss her...but the hand on your hip distracted you.

How could you choose?

You wanted both of them!

Parting lips to speak you saw Kassandra's grin widen as if you had already picked her. You saw her eyes drift towards Eivor and yours did the same, noticing the focused expression on her face that made the wolf-kissed look incredibly serious.

"I want..." you started, looking between them to see them straighten a bit. "B-both…" you murmured, unable to say it out loud, feeling embarrassed.

Kassandra's eyes widened and you felt Eivor's touch falter for a moment. Both were surprised by your answer, though was it truly that shocking? If you remembered correctly they were both willing to take you to bed just a moment ago before their egos got in the way and they began bickering.

"I want both but no arguing…" you added, trying to sound firm despite your flushed face and shaking form. "It ruins the mood," you frowned, earning a little laugh from Kassandra as she released your face to reach around you, touching Eivor's back.

"Fine by me. Can always teach this sour-face a couple of thing.," she smiled at the drengr's pout, laughing again at how offended she looked.

"If someone is going to be taught anything it's going to be you. Starting with keeping your hands to yourself unless you want them cut off!" Eivor groaned, moving the misthios' hand away.

You sighed, downing the rest of the now cold mead, feeling you would be needing it. Getting up once the mug was empty, you grabbed both of their hands with an almost crushing squeeze.

"It's rude to keep a lady waiting!" you were eager -- maybe even a bit too much -- to get them both somewhere private so you could scratch that itch that was starting to build in the pit of your belly.

"When did you get so bold?" Eivor smirked.

Kassandra looked between you two with a playful smile, leading you away from the table, making the wolf-kiss follow you outside of the tavern and across the village while Eivor gave her directions, the cool night air biting your warm skin, making you try to huddle closer to the misthios, pulling the blonde towards you, seeking heat from both...

You three stopped at what you assumed was a cottage that belonged to Eivor based on the two axes above the door. Slipping inside you felt the warmth of their closeness leave you as the tall viking lit up some torches and Kassandra threw the armored plate of her chest on the ground. It made a loud sound that startled you a little, the heaviness of that piece something unexpected.

"Woah!" You glanced down at the chest-piece and then at Kassandra, finding her watching you with a little smile. "That did not look that heavy." you felt impressed she had been moving around with that on without any trouble! She must have been very strong. Stronger than those clothes showed you.

"I've worn heavier." the woman smirked, moving closer to touch your cheek, looking over at Eivor who was starting a fire. "These clothes cover up too much. I'm not used to so many layers…" she caressed your face and you felt yourself leaning against her palm, incredibly warm and a bit soft.

"You would be freezing if not for those layers." Eivor spoke, pulling your attention away from the misthios. She got the fire-place going and gave you a brief smile that turned into a pout at the sight of the other woman trying to get physical.

"Working behind my back, Kassandra?" The wolf-kissed scoffed, undoing belts and straps with a quickness that left you stunned. She stood in plain robes, light-blue that matched the trousers, slightly tighter than what you were expecting.

"I was keeping our guest entertained." Kassandra chuckled, her hand leaving your face so she could disrobe too, a bit slower. You watched her with an eager smile, finding her playful tone appealing. No doubt she was a lot friendlier-looking compared to the blonde drengr who often seemed so serious.

"Entertained? I think you could do better than that..." Eivor laughed, her nimble legs closing the distance between her and Kassandra. You saw the misthios begin to turn to bicker but her neck was quickly taken by a leather-covered hand and before you could register what was happening, the wolf-kissed pressed her mouth to Kassandra's.

Your eyes grew wide in surprise, watching the viking lock lips with the other woman, swallowing her soft hum, blue eyes glancing at you before closing. A bit of pink peeked from between their skillful mouths and you felt your body tremble, a heat searing in your core. Eagerly you stared at the two exchanging sensual kisses, entranced by the way their lips and tongue moved, the way the wolf-kissed squeezed the back of the others' neck to pull a faint groan from her and how Kassandra's touch on your flushed features faltered for a bit.

They pulled away with a huff, staring into each other's eyes for a moment before looking at you, smirking at your heated gaze and light squirming in place, knowing you had enjoyed the show.

"Why don't we help our guest feel a bit more comfortable?" Eivor grinned and released the misthios' neck, stepping closer to tug on the belts around your waist. Kassandra blinked at her and then at you, joining her in fumbling with layers.

"So shy…" Kassandra chuckled, caressing your back and pushing furs and belts off that Eivor had quickly undone. Her palm felt hot through the few layers you had on and you could see the way her robes hugged her form that she was just as strong as Eivor, though seemed a few inches taller than the woman unwrapping the cloth around your hips.

"Awfully quiet too…" Eivor hummed, making quick work of most of the thicker layers, leaving you in a pair of trousers and robe just like hers. "I am sure we can make her more vocal…" she smiled up at you, drinking in the color on your softer features.

Unlike the two your skin was much smoother, untouched by decades of battle and pain. They found it lovely. It fit your innocent demeanor quite well and it made them want to undress you faster so they could finally touch your soft body. You stood there and allowed them to rid you of more layers until your flesh was finally exposed and the pair hungrily latched onto whatever they could.

Kassandra kissed your shoulder and the spot between it and your neck, leaving wet patches all over your skin. Her hand caressed your back and the other your thigh, squeezing and kneading the flesh, tracing fingertips up to your undergarment.

Eivor latched onto your neck, kissing and licking your skin with the intention of leaving a mark, her hands caressing your chest through the cloth and then your ribs down to your soft, warm stomach.

Both of them giving you attention felt overwhelming, attention coming from every direction, their hot mouths working to leave hickeys wherever they could, claiming you.

A little moan escaped you, trembling hands unsure of what to do -- one rubbing Kassandra's neck and shoulders, the other sinking into Eivor's arm, trying to support yourself on both, feeling your legs going weak as you started to shake.

The misthios trailed up the side of your neck, kissing under your chin and hovering close to your mouth, letting you lean forwards to press your lips to hers. Soft and warm, they moved with expertise to make you feel light-headed, slowly and careful at first before her teeth pulled on your bottom lip and her tongue slipped into your mouth, muffling the moan that had been building in your throat.

Eivor watched you two, smirking lightly at how quickly you submitted to the other woman and though she wishes she had been the one to kiss you first, her mouth was busy with your neck, leaving a colorful mark for everyone to see.

You had to pull away from Kassandra's mouth, finding yourself unable to match her stamina and needing to breathe. She chuckled and wiped the corner of your mouth of a bit of saliva, looking at the very obvious hickeys the drengr had made.

Eivor took your chin and turned your face towards her, leaning down to softly peck your lips, following the line of your nose to your forehead where her lips rested, gently pushing down on your temples with her fingers, a comforting feeling making you relax as you narrowed eyes up at her, entranced by the bright blue staring so intensely at you…

Somehow your legs felt like they had no bone in them and she released you with a smile, watching the other woman begin to remove her layers. You blushed a bit deeper, feeling the drengr pull you close to lean against her front as you two enjoyed the view of a distracted Kassandra fumble with her clothing, cursing as she undid the thick boots and kicked them off before turning to you and Eivor.

"Are you going to keep staring or are you going to take off your clothes?" Kassandra dropped the last pieces of cloth onto the floor and turned around to face you two. Her front was yours to witness -- full of muscle and pale scars; they were larger on the shoulders and arms, smaller on the torso you felt your eyes lingering on, distracted by her chest…

Eivor squeezed your shoulders and smirked, taking a shameless look at the woman in front of you both. Kassandra wasn't shy, certainly used to nudity unlike you were if your flushed features and timid glances to the side were anything to go by.

"Are you really that innocent you can't see a woman naked without flushing?" The misthios teased you with a smirk, her words making you feel nervous, fingers fidgeting with themselves as your head stayed lowered, avoiding her body.

Kassandra looked up at Eivor, a mischievous glint in her eyes making the drengr tilt her head. "Can you imagine how she'd look if she saw two naked women?" She smiled wider, noticing the smirk on the viking's face widen. Then you were released.

It was obvious what Kassandra was implying and it made you feel incredibly embarrassed. Trying to hide your face you continued to stare at the floor, though you knew there was no way they'd allow it and soon, she was taking hold of your chin, tilting your head up to make you look up at her smirk.

"Eyes up." She purred, letting go of you to step closer to Eivor, bare palm caressing the front of the light-blue robes. "How about it, my handsome friend? Want to give her a little show she just can't look away from?" Her hand traveled down to take a hold of the waistband of Eivor's trousers, pulling the shieldmaiden closer, earning a grunt from her.

Eivor's cheeks were a bit flushed and something told you she wasn't used to being man-handled by her partners like this. If you had to take a guess based on their stories in the tavern, they were not the kind of women to submit easily...so seeing one of them like this, the more rugged-looking warrior being dominated by Kassandra made your insides do flips and burn unlike they ever had before…

"Make yourself comfortable." Kassandra smirked, nodding towards the large bear pelt in the middle of the room, close to the fire that made you feel like your already hot skin would melt. "No looking away." She chuckled, looking back at Eivor who glanced between you and the taller woman with a faint smile, appearing rather eager to perform.

You felt compelled to do as you were told, unable to deny you being incredibly excited to see what would happen between those gorgeous fighters and so, you took a seat on the fuzzy pelt, looking up at the taller woman caressing her way up the front of the viking's robe, taking hold of her neck to push Eivor against a wall, pulling a groan from her, the depth of her eyes focused on the misthios.

In the back of your mind you wondered if she was secretly into it; being overpowered by Kassandra who was bigger and seemed more experienced.

The bit of color on her cheeks certainly said so but her chronically grumpy expression was rather hard to decipher...though you guessed if Eivor wasn't into it she would have tried to switch the roles…

Your eyes watched how Kassandra pressed her eager mouth to Eivor's, biting hard on her bottom lip to then slip her tongue inside, hearing the deep, muffled groan from the blonde, a sound that made you squirm a little bit in your seat. You leaned a bit forwards to see a tanned hand sneak under the light blue robes, caressing the drengr's stomach through the thinner gray layer underneath...

In a way you felt a bit jealous, wanting to touch them both...but you were enjoying the view too, feeling a bit obscene for being in the room as the mercenary slowly undressed the other, watching layers upon layers hit floor until you saw skin…

Eivor had a lot of scars but her body was full of black ink that covered a good portion of them; full of intricate shapes and designs and nordic runes, some you were able to recognize, others a bit too far away for you to see properly. Her skin was a bit paler than Kassandra's and their muscular bodies pressed together was very aesthetically pleasing.

Skin seemed to glow under the light from the torches, making them look even more appealing to your hungry eyes. They were unlike anything you had ever seen before; there was so much muscle in one place, so many beautiful scars, four strong hands exploring toned flesh, two mouths sharing kisses and producing faint groans and hums that hit you right between the legs, making you wetter, leaving you to squirm to try and soothe the need building in your cunt at the sight if their passion.

When the last few pieces of clothing came off and Kassandra shoved a muscular leg between Eivor's thick thighs you felt your body growing even hotter and dilated pupils glued themselves to the sight of the misthios' hand exploring the blonde's stomach, fingertips teasing at short curly hairs before taking a hold of a soft breast, pulling a soft hum from the woman that had started to grind against that leg.

Eivor squeezed the muscle on Kassandra's arms, pulling her closer to crash mouth against hers in a messy kiss, her half-lidded eyes glancing towards you as if to say this was all for you. As if the fact there were two gorgeous women making-out in the nude and groping each other wasn't enough, those occasional glances mixed with all of those sounds added a whole new level to how aroused you felt and you started to close your eager hands into the brown fur below you, needing to touch…

Something...

The drengr broke the sloppy kiss with a huff, regarding you with a heavy gaze, making you shiver from head to toe. "Touch yourself." Her words came out as a deep, raspy growl, surprising both you and Kassandra who looked at you, her usual playful smile faltering for a second before it turned into a wide smirk at your flushed features.

"W-what? I…" you fumbled with your hands, unable to look at the two women who stared at you like you were prey. Did they really expect you to do that? You felt embarrassed and looked at the fur underneath you, jumping slightly at the drengr ordering you to look up, keep your eyes on them.

"You will scare her like that." Kassandra chuckled, glancing back at you, closing an eye for a second as she studied your nervous hands and the way you couldn't sit comfortably, smirking down at you.

"What Eivor means is…Will you play with yourself? For us? Get yourself nice and wet first so we can play with you after?" Her smirk widened at your shocked face and seeing the way you kept shifting on the pelt made her laugh softly, looking at the blonde who was drumming her fingers on the back of Kassandra's with an amused smile.

You swallowed, finding it hard to resist her when she was being so sweet towards you, though you had to admit that hearing the wolf-kissed boss you around was oddly attractive too. Somehow, their personalities mixed well together and you were left wondering if they would enjoy seeing you playing with yourself. It was embarrassing and you had never done that in front of others before but you also never went to bed with two women so tonight was your opportunity to explore something new…

"No need to be shy, little dove." Eivor spoke, her eyes studying your face and body. "The sooner you do as you are told, the sooner we can play with you." She smiled, turning towards Kassandra to place a kiss to her chin, another bout of grinding and making-out starting as you sat and watched.

They pressed their bodies against each other, kissed with lips and tongue, touched each other with soft groans and moans, taking turns playing with the other's breasts, mouths leaving wet spots on marred skin to take hardened peaks between soft lips, tanned skillful fingers slipping down a pale muscular thigh, brushing against short curls.

Eivor hissed Kassandra's name and you felt your heart start to race, trembling hands going firm as you laid back on the soft fur, trying to relax to give your thigh a soft caress. It was a bit weird at first, touching yourself like you usually did in private. It took you a few moments of watching them to keep going, fueled by the flush on their features and the scarred hand between the drengr's thighs pulling grunts from her as Kassandra described how wet and hot Eivor's flesh was, the words latching onto your mind like a vice, slowly emboldening you…

It took a while but here you were -- a hand between your thighs, feeling how wet you had gotten, how easily your fingers caressed your own flesh, collecting your arousal and using it to slide your fingertips against the little bundle of nerves that made you bite down a moan, half-lidded trying to stay open so you could still watch, could still see the way Eivor's face twisted each time the misthios' hand moved between her legs, each time Kassandra glanced at you with a smirk, so shamelessly pleased with what you were doing…

At some point you had to close your eyes and focus on yourself, throwing head back with a series of whimpers, the rhythm of your fingertips quickening and with it your breathing becoming more shallow until you felt a familiar warmth in your stomach wanting to spill and as if on cue, Kassandra pulled a deeper moan from Eivor and you felt that heat coming in waves and your skin growing sticky as your back arched alight…

The tall mercenary chuckled, releasing the shaking viking with a poke of two wet fingers on the ink on her forehead, pulling an unpleasant grunt from Eivor before moving towards you to lay down by your right, joined by the blonde on your left, their breathing making you open your eyes.

"Very good…" Kassandra smirked, touching your stomach, pushing you back down onto the fur, her hand caressing below the belly-button, the heat of her skin on yours making you smile softly at her.

"You did well…" Eivor's voice pulled your attention, her fingertips massaging down on the side of your neck, traveling lower to rest above your breast, blue eyes glancing at Kassandra.

"Do you want us to play with you or do you need a moment?" The greek woman teased you, hand moving upwards to rest below your other breast.

"Please…" you whimpered.

Eivor squirmed closer to peck at your forehead, purring your name, her palm covering your breast, kneading gently. Kassandra skipped the other to touch your lips instead, asking you to open your pretty little mouth so she could slip her fingers inside, watching your tongue curl around each one until they were wet enough for her to press them against your peak, toying with it as it hardened.

You moaned and felt the shieldmaiden press a kiss to the corner of your mouth, asking you if she could kiss you. Kassandra's mouth was on your shoulder, moving up to your neck when you turned head to face Eivor, allowing her to kiss you, the softness of her lips on yours making you sigh.

Kassandra gently pinched your nipple and you moaned, parted mouth taken advantage of by the blonde next to you. Her tongue met yours, the overwhelming warmth of both their mouths making you see stars. Against your neck you heard praise from the misthios that played with your breasts and against your mouth was a pair of lips from the drengr who caressed your stomach and thigh, her fingertips digging into the damp flesh to get you to open your legs, resting one over her stomach.

You had to break the kiss to breathe, chest heaving from all the attention, your body still very much warm and sensitive, melting between two strong women that whispered praise and kissed your skin with fervor. Touching whatever you could you found yourself rather trapped, deliciously so, between powerful bodies that squirmed against you, their mouths traveling down to where hands had been moments prior to rest on your breasts.

Kassandra was the first to take hold of your hard peak, sucking it between experienced lips, making you whimper and arch your back. Eivor gave your other nipple a kiss and pressed her tongue against it, licking slowly over the flesh, pulling a moan out of you as your fingers reached for whatever they could hold onto, scratching at muscular backs…

"Oh Gods…" you hissed, their warm mouths gave your sensitive mounds attention and their hands continued to move, caressing stomach and thighs, tanned fingers slipping past your folds, touching your throbbing clit, pale fingers moving behind and under a leg, teasing lightly at your dripping cunt.

"Aa-aah…" you moaned, body trembling at Kassandra's fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit, Eivor's finger pushing into you, second joining soon after, stretching you out. "Fuck, fuck…" you dug your nails into the muscles on their backs, earning yourself a deep rumble from the drengr against your right breast and a soft hum from the misthios on the other, both releasing you to press kisses onto the soft mound, sucking marks onto the flesh, marking your chest with colorful spots.

"Such a sweet voice…" Eivor complimented you, pressing a kiss to your jawline, her two fingers curling inside of you, brushing up against your soft walls before parting, stretching you, making you groan and try to squirm between them, feeling like you had no space left with how close they were.

Kassandra hummed, showering your collarbones in wet kisses, her fingers keeping a tedious pace on your clit, the added attention building the heat back into your stomach. "Good girl…" she purred, those words making your thighs shake. You were feeling overwhelmed; given praise every minute, offered kisses and being marked by their hungry mouths, their fingers toying with you without any pause -- you felt you wouldn't be able to last long.

"I'm c-close…" you whimpered softly, feeling Kassandra smirking against your collarbones and Eivor pressing a kiss below your ear, whispering for you to cum for them. Her inked fingers curled inside of you and were pushed back and forth and the ones on your twitching nub moved a bit faster, pressing just a bit harder as both of them worked together to have you arching and moaning loudly, feeling the tension in the pit of your belly snap as you were fucked in unison through your orgasm.

Your release was intense and left you breathless but you were given no pause; their fingers moving between you to switch positions, Eivor's wet pads on your still incredibly sensitive nub, Kassandra's slipping into you to mimic the movements from the blonde, thrusting and coiling...and soon you felt like you had no control over your body, squirming to follow the rhythm of their fingers, moaning and whimpering as they made you cum once more…

"That's it…" Eivor moaned, her teeth nipping at your earlobe. Kassandra gave your flushed cheek a kiss and pulled her fingers out from you. Both of them watched you squirm and pant, body trying to come down from the high they had brought you to.

"You're beautiful, my love…" Kassandra praised, slipping some foreign words into her whispers, her soft tone making you feel warm and comfortable.

"We should let her rest for a bit…" the blonde murmured, looking at the misthios. Both smiled and you were given some reprieve, allowed to catch your breath and stop trembling, showered in affection from them as you slowly calmed down.

"You two are amazing…" you giggled softly, reaching up to touch their cheeks, centering yourself as best as possible to be able to look at both. "I don't think I've ever felt...that good." You confessed, feeling timid under their intense eyes.

"Such a shame...you are such a sweet thing." The mercenary hummed, leaning against your palm, closing eyes for a second, enjoying the feeling of your thumb caressing her cheek, humming lightly.

"The night is still young. There's plenty we can do to make you feel even better, sweet dove." Eivor smirked, pushing herself up, looking at Kassandra before setting a hand down on your stomach, her thumb caressing your skin. "I would love to taste you…" she purred and you felt the misthios pull you up with her, holding you against her muscular front, keeping your arms locked in her embrace.

You felt yourself flushing again, not just because of what Eivor had said but also because you could finally feel Kassandra's body. Her soft breasts and sculpted stomach pressed against you, her strong arms holding you tight, breath close to your cheek, the hairs from her messy braid tickling your skin.

"Eivor…" you murmured, her ravenous stare making you squirm a bit against Kassandra, one arm releasing you to touch your inner-thigh.

"Be a good girl and open your legs…" the greek chuckled, feeling you straighten at her words, face burning hot. She let go of you, placing her palms on each of your thighs, opening them slowly, her smirk hidden behind your head but her eyes were all the drengr needed to lower herself between your legs, looking up at you with a tender smile.

"Like this, yes?" Kassandra chuckled, caressing up your thighs, squeezing your hips and moving up to your breasts, toying with them. You arched your back and groaned, feeling a bit ashamed at how easily you became aroused again with just a few touches. Eivor seemed pleased, however -- a pair of inked hands resting on your thighs as she slowly moved closer, giving one of them a kiss.

"Gods…" you were sure they were trying to drive you insane. One of Kassandra's hands left your tit to trail down your stomach, slipping between your legs to spread your folds, making you flush deep and turn eyes away from Eivor's starved gaze…

Eivor's warm tongue pressed against your clit, licking slowly down, the length of the muscle caressing your sensitive flesh, the tip of it teasing at your dribbling cunt. You moaned deeply, arching further against the hand kneading your breast and playing with your hard peak, sending jolts down your trembling body. Once again the attention they gave you was overwhelming and you found your hands clutching at the viking's hair, pushing head further against you, wanting more of those skillful lips and tongue on your twitching nub and pussy.

She hummed against your flesh, giving you exactly what you wanted and more with the press of her fingertips into you, stretching a spot she was eager to play with again. You chewed on your lip, trying to keep yourself from crying loudly at the feeling of her tongue joining those fingers, the tip of it tasting you in a way no-one ever had before.

Kassandra smiled against your temple, massaging your arms, stomach and sides, leaving the viking to keep your wet folds nice and spread with long fingers from one hand, the others pushing into you while her tongue returned to your clit. You closed your eyes with a long moan, throwing your head back, hands pulling on Eivor's blonde strands.

Behind you the misthios' sculpted muscles twitched and her chest started to heave slightly and you had a feeling she was enjoying this -- the sight of the wolf-kissed worshiping your cunt, the feeling of your thighs trembling next to hers, your eager squirming against her, ass brushing up against messy curls… You wanted to touch her so badly… You wanted to touch them both… But you were loving all the attention they were giving you too and you knew with those fingers fucking you, that gorgeous tongue savouring your engorged nub and that hand splitting touches between your breasts, you would not be able to control yourself much long, feeling that familiar heat in your belly wanting to spill like it had done earlier that night.

"It seems you have quite the skillful tongue, wolf-kissed." Kassandra chuckled, earning a hum as response from the viking, the rumbling from the sound on your clit making you whimper. "Think I wouldn't mind being at the end of it later…" the misthios purred, the words barely registering in your ears with how hard your heart was pounding in them but she must have said something Eivor enjoyed because there was more humming from her and that mixed with her fingers fucking in and out of your dripping pussy and that indeed skillful tongue flicking over and over against your clit was more than enough for you to stiffen with a moan.

"Oh, there she goes…" the mercenary smiled, keeping your thighs from closing so Eivor could continue playing with you until you started to push on her head hard enough for the viking to smack Kassandra on the knee, making her release you.

With a few huffs the blonde sat up, wiping her wet chin with her inked fingers, glancing at Kassandra with a little smirk. It happened so fast then -- you were still get some air into your lungs when Eivor moved closer to slip her fingers into the misthios mouth, letting her taste you with a deep hum. You opened your eyes at the sound, blinking at the tall woman sucking Eivor's fingers clean, something in your brain breaking as you clenched your thighs.

How? How was your body still willing to continue after what happened? Surely you should be tired by now but no, somehow you still had energy in you to feel your heart start to race eagerly again.

"Please, Gods…" you begged, uncertain of what, maybe for your body to stop betraying you or for those two to stop teasing you like this, feeling as if they were turning you into some kind of maiden.

"What is it, darling?" Kassandra pulled away from Eivor's hand, nuzzling the side of her head. "Your body aches for more. I can tell." She teased you and you felt sheepish, unable to deny the truth.

"What do you want, my love?" Eivor touched your knee, looking at your flushed features. "I believe it is a bit too late to be so shy now so, use that cute voice of yours to tell us what you want." She gave a soft smile, though her eyes were mischievous.

Oh, so they wanted you to vocalize what was going on in your head? You felt like you barely had a voice left...but their idle hands showed you that if you wanted them to touch you again then you'd need to find the courage to expose just how needy you had become, all thanks to your older lovers…

So, what did you want?

You had just experienced Eivor's eager mouth…

Opening your mouth to speak, you saw Eivor lean closer and Kassandra hug your stomach. You took in s breath and between stutters, managed to find your words. "Can...can I feel what your mouth is like, Kassandra? While Eivor…" you made some hand gestures, pulling a soft laugh from both, the pair of arms squeezed you tighter, making you yip.

"I wish I could keep you. You are irresistibly endearing." Kassandra chuckled and you noticed Eivor smile a bit softer. "You wish to ride my face while she uses her mouth on me, is that it?" She purred and you nodded, watching the way blue eyes glanced down between your thighs...

"Are you sure you will be able to please our sweet girl properly if I do that?" Eivor teased and you felt Kassandra's arms pulling you closer with a snort.

"I will do a much better job than you." She gave a shrug and you saw something between the two of them change; the air in the room seemed heavier and thicker, reminding you of the tavern. You knew a challenge had just started...and lucky for you, you'd be the one to experience the misthios' ability to pleasure you while Eivor was between her legs.

Your mind went blank after realizing what you had gotten yourself into, allowing the mercenary to put you back on the fur to be able to slip between your thighs, her handsome face disappearing from view as you were left to face the drengr who looked like someone had pissed in her mead. It was...hot...it probably shouldn't have been but she looked hot.

Maybe your brain was finally turning to mush…

Eivor parted Kassandra's muscular legs with a grunt, making the misthios' murmur something in her mother-tongue. You felt her breath on your flesh, warm...and you were reminded of where you were, seated inches above her mouth. Swallowing a whimper you waited for tanned hands to pull you down, feeling hot tongue brush against your clit, licking up to your beyond messy cunt, making you stiffen and support yourself on a toned stomach.

"Ooh…" you hissed, thighs trembling next to the woman's head. Through half-lidded eyes you saw Eivor's mouth opening, covering Kassandra's sex with a hum, making the lips underneath you quiver and a soft sound leave the foreigner. Her tongue licked slow lines from your sensitive nub to your pussy, fingers digging into your thighs to keep you in place as you started to squirm, moving hips to chase that skillful tongue toying with your flesh.

You heard Eivor humming and saw her inked hands keeping Kassandra's legs open, the slight frown in her face making her look even more handsome, somehow. Each motion from her lips and tongue made the mercenary moan beneath you, the vibrations traveling up your spine, making back arch and waist sway, grinding yourself on the hot mouth working wonders between your legs.

This was something beyond your wildest imagination; being intimate with such gorgeous women, literally fucking the face of one as the other got her off with their mouth… You were not the type to brag but they were surely giving you a tale that would overshadow most… After all, who was lucky enough to take not one but two ladies of their caliber to bed and have the energy to last as long as you were? You certainly felt special…

It was expected of your highly sensitive body to start showing signs of needing release as soon as you felt Kassandra's tongue dip into your cunt and Eivor's hard-working mouth pulling more sounds from her but you never thought it would come so soon, though it felt just as good as before when you started to pant and shake and coated mouth and chin in your juices, making a proper mess of the misthios that started to tremble beneath you when the drengr added her fingers into the scene.

"Eivor, fuck…" Kassandra hissed against your sticky thigh and you reached for her breasts, using the rest of your strength to keep your thighs strong as not to smother her as you toyed with her hard nipples, helping the misthios reach that peak…

You were starting to feel tired; they managed to make you cum so hard and so often that all the energy in your body was starting to disappear.

Everything felt incredibly sticky...your thighs were a mess and you were sure the bear's pelt beneath you was soaked. You were sweaty and it was now a battle to even sit straight. Breathing was difficult too and all that panting made you oddly thirsty…

But your partners had more plans for you -- their stamina unmatched, their experience as lovers far greater than yours and you were pulled closer by Eivor, picked up from the huffing misthios beneath you and onto a lap covered in ink and scars…

"I can't…" you whined, feeling like you had no more in you to give them. Kassandra pushed herself up and rubbed at her neck, watching the pouty viking with a smirk, finding her...cute.

"It cannot be a fair comparison if you do not ride my face." Eivor's ego seemed as big as her lust and you pulled forwards some norey, eventually finding yourself resting on her stomach, strong hands gripping at your thighs. "One more. I know you have it to offer. I will pull it out of you." Her words threaded between hungry and demanding and they made you tremble, hips giving a little jerk as wet flesh rolled against the slopes of her belly.

"Wolf-kissed, she needs a moment…" Kassandra spoke, caressing your back, the soothing touches making you feel a bit drowsy...but the muscles of the drengr's stomach twitching against your cunt kept you awake, pulling tired whimpers out of you.

Eivor was a bit ticked-off, her need to nest the mercenary making her look frustrated. So far they were equally matched -- a draw during a fight, a draw during how much they could drink and now, a draw on how many times they made you cum.

You remembered their fingers in you, their mouths, the memories still so raw and fresh that your body reacted to the thoughts of the two so eager to play with you… And you whimpered again, looking down at the pouty shieldmaiden.

"Fine…" she relented with a sigh, caressing your thighs with her thumbs. "I am enjoying the view so I will show you some kindness." She chuckled, her eyes studying you above her -- shiny sweaty skin, soft breasts perfectly in view, your face full of deep color, lips parted as you produced little sounds…

Eivor bit on her bottom lip, caressing up your thighs, holding your hips and pulling, urging you to move, to grind your sensitive pussy on her abs.

"You look heavenly, little dove…" she cooed, pulling a soft smile from you. Kassandra kissed your shoulders and caressed your sides, murmuring something about how lovely you looked from behind, her hands giving your ass a rather hard squeeze, making you jerk forwards, twitching clit rubbing on muscular stomach…

"Eivor," the misthios called, peering over your shoulder at the viking. "...you have a good mouth." was the best compliment she could offer, rather half-assed but still nice enough for Eivor to soften her scowl and nod, turning attention towards you.

Between your furious heart drumming in your ears, the whimpers from you and soft breaths from Eivor and the obscene sound of skin becoming wet with your juices as you continued to rub your weepy cunt on her stomach, you heard something rustling behind you and opened your eyes to see blue eyes widen and scarred mouth open to hiss and swear in a thick accent...then you felt her legs shift next to you and looked behind, over shoulder to see Kassandra angling herself to in-between the wolf-kissed's thighs, her position not unknown to you...and it had caught Eivor by surprise…

"What are you doing?" Eivor groaned.

"Helping you relax. You're always so...tense." a soft laugh left Kassandra and she rolled her hips, flesh rubbing on flesh, making Eivor moan.

Your senses were on alert then -- ears picking up all the lovely sounds from the two, the added lewd noises between their thighs mixing with your own arousal, the feeling of muscles twitching under you and the sight of the hardened viking's face twisting with pleasure… You placed your hands where you could rest them, supporting yourself and aided by the inked ones on your hips, started to move…

Sculpted muscles twitched underneath your still sensitive clit as you rolled it over and over against Eivor's stomach, the friction making you tremble and throw your head back with a moan, soft chest heaving with shallow breaths. Raspy grunts left the warrior beneath you and soft sighs came from behind you as Kassandra rubbed her wet cunt on Eivor's, their slickness mixing, senses heightened with each brush of their throbbing clits together.

It was so hot…

Your body was on fire and you felt your lustful urges take over your movements, making you rut against the viking's abs and signaling the misthios to move harder too, pulling louder sounds from Eivor, her own sighs turning into deep groans.

"One more…" the drengr hissed, digging hard into your hips, sending you into a frenzy. It didn't hurt, it only served to fuel your body, giving it the last bit of strength to help you reach that sweet release.

A wave of swears were thrown in-between grunts and hisses of each other's names and with a few bucks from you, you came again, this time on your own terms, moving hips a while longer until the feeling in your clit grew uncomfortable and you had to stop, slouching over with a quiet whine…

You felt Eivor's body moving as Kassandra worked them both onto the edge and after a moment, they too joined you with a deep, sensual cry that made you lose all power in your arms, lowering yourself onto the viking, using her warm body as support.

You three lay there for a while, catching your breath, enjoying the after-glow of an intense night and certainly the most fun one you've ever had…

Drowsy and feeling weak all over, you rolled off of Eivor and felt the soft fur underneath your back, a soft sigh escaping your lips. Kassandra squirmed away, looking between the drengr's legs, smirking at her. She was pleased with herself and true to her intentions, the viking seemed less...grumpy.

Something told you that if you had the strength to continue they would want to challenge each other for the rest of the night...but you were satisfied for now and they could tell from how you fought to keep your eyes open that you needed to rest…

"We've made quite the mess…" Kassandra said, the playfulness in her tone making you smile. She touched your thigh and sat next to you, massaging your sore muscles, offering you a proud smirk.

"How are you feeling?" Eivor's raspy voice made you turn your head towards her, the length of her powerful body coming into view as she stood to stretch, earning a whistle from the mercenary.

You giggled, finding the two incredibly amusing.

"Great...warm...boneless...but great." You smiled, touching Kassandra's hand that rested on your belly, your free fingers brushing against the back of Eivor's leg. "Won't you come lay with me too, Eivor?" You softened your tone, wondering if she was going to leave you without a bit of comfort.

"How unromantic of you, Eivor...to leave a lady without company after laying with her." The misthios teased and you chuckled, looking up at Eivor's sour expression as she shot her a glance.

"I was going to fetch a wet cloth and wipe her so she could rest more comfortably...but maybe you should make yourself useful instead of trying to get on my nerves." Eivor groaned and Kassandra just laughed; it was obvious she didn't take the viking seriously and actually seemed to enjoy the pouty looks that the blonde was giving her…

"Why not run us a hot bath? Maybe the warm water will help you relax so you finally take that stick out of your ass!" Kassandra howled and you laughed softly, amused by Eivor's frowny face.

"Keep talking to me like that and the one with the stick up their ass will be you! With a matching blade on the end too!" She groaned, crossing arms and glancing down at you, the smile on your face making her unamused expression soften.

"You two are so cute…" you laughed, looking up at Eivor and Kassandra. "Like an old married couple, even…" you teased, watching the viking pout and the misthios chuckle next to you. "But a bath sounds like a good idea...though one of you will have to carry me. I feel as if all the bones in my body are gone and if you leave me here...I will fall asleep." You mumbled, rubbing at your tired eyes.

Kassandra laughed and scooped you up, making you feel like some type of princess. "You heard our cute little guest! Tut-tut, Eivor~" she smirked when you wrapped your arms around her neck and glanced at Eivor, offering her a soft smile.

"May I suggest something, Kassandra?" Eivor narrowed her eyes at the other, "Sleep with one eye open tonight," and then turned to go into a different room, gathering things to prepare a bath.

"Sounded more like a threat, no?" The mercenários smiled at you, carrying you around the small house to pass the time, bouncing you lightly in her arms to pull a squeak from you as you held onto her tighter before she soon joined Eivor and set you down, stepping closer to the tub that was certainly not big enough for you three.

Well, Kassandra didn't seem to care, slipping inside with a grin, looking up at Eivor who was squeezing a small cloth in her hand so hard you saw the ink in her knuckles become a bit pale.

"What? Did you think I would pass on the opportunity to bathe? All those layers…" the misthios stretched and looked at you, motioning for you to join her. You tried...but had trouble raising yourself into the tub. Thankfully, Eivor took your hand and helped you inside, studying the tight space between you and Kassandra before joining you both, having to squeeze into place.

"This is...a tight fit." Eivor groaned.

"Not the first time I've heard those words." The greek woman chuckled and you giggled, sinking into the hot water with a sigh, actually enjoying how close they were to you, their warm skin and strong bodies making you feel little and safe.

Eivor rolled her eyes, "Is that all you think about?"

"No, sometimes I think about food and wine too." The eagle-bearer chuckled and from the corner of your eye you saw Eivor's mouth twitch. You found the two of them amusing to watch. Their banter made you feel like you all had been friends for so long that you forgot you actually didn't know them that well...though after tonight, you certainly got a lot closer to the two than you were expecting…

Trapped between their warm bodies and practically marinating in a hot bath, your body started to relax and you found yourself growing drowsy again; eyes wanted to close and your head kept drooping. You heard the two speaking but at that point were too sleepy to pay attention, more interested in letting your head choose which side to drop towards as you leaned on Eivor's chest and murmured something incoherent…

You were carried out of the tub and dried up by the two and then brought to the bedroom, placed on the bed with the two on each side. It was a bed for one so you had to be squished again between them but somehow, you felt better like that, much more comfortable than if you were alone… It was as if your body had grown used to them and you wouldn't be able to truly fall asleep unless both of them were at your side, kissing your shoulders and then cheeks, whispering for you to rest...

As half-lidded eyes fought to stay open just a while longer, you saw Kassandra's hand reach over to caress the deep scar on Eivor's cheek and then you felt the viking's body relax next to you.

Both kept a strong arm over your body, making you feel safe...and they brushed their fingertips against each others' skin, the gesture making you feel a warmth in your chest. Finally there was silence between the two and it was comforting, slowly urging you to close your eyes and sleep...

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