Though, she thought, it wasn’t what had brought hertothe city.That was something different.That curiosity.The belief that there was more.That she wasentitledto something more.The same drive that made life so difficult with Talia also existed in her.That same ego.
Was it something she hated?Something to be tamed or crushed?It couldn’t be.It had brought her here.And shelikedwhere she was now.She liked who she had grown into.
Yet she was different than Talia, whose wounds had grown a carapace to protect her ego.Sesi’s ego existed in spite of the damage.At least, that’s what she told herself.
What would Qimmiq say?Not that she had ever discussed her love life with her grandfather before.Qimmiq had barely known about Talia.She laughed to herself at the absurdity.Hey Qimmiq, I really want to go behind my ex-girlfriend’s back and rail her crush, bound and gagged until we ruin several sets of sheets.What should I do?Qimmiq had never said much, even when he had been younger, but she doubted he would have been able to do much more than stare at her afterthatquestion.
Siku would probably wince and tell her to make some friends she could talk to about that sort of thing.Tornit would tell her to go for it.
But she had promised.She didn’t break promises.And so, she would have to be content with her own imagination.Which, admittedly, had become much more robust after she had discovered her attraction to women.Another reason to be grateful to Talia.
Sesi sucked at her lower lip, the salt of exertion having accumulated there.What would Freckles’s lips taste like?Her mouth was smaller than her own, but her lips no less full.It had the effect of making her eyes seem even larger than they already were.That had been fashionable a few years ago.Had a DocPod made them?She didn’t think so.She didn’t seem the type.Not that it mattered.
Sesi decided they would be firm, but warm.Just a bit of yield to them.Her tongue would be slender and playful at first.Insistent and hungry after the first few kisses.Her lips would probably bruise easily, but she wouldn’t want Sesi to hold back.She would enjoy the feeling.Enjoy being marked.
The water penetrated her thick black hair, and Sesi detangled it.It wasn’t a trendy cut, but necessary when using wearable tech.Definitely shorter on top than most women wore theirs.And Freckles’s hair was shorter than even hers.Along with her blue-collar fashion sense, anyone going off of a picture would have assumed she was a top.Even her defiance during their conversation might have thrown you off, but both Sesi and Talia had seen through it.Her dress and mannerisms told her that Freckles had inner strength and conviction when it came to standing against a crowd, but she always needed someone else to set the rules.Maybe that’s what made her so damn appealing.
The short hair meant that hair ties would be impossible – if she ever got the chance.And oh, did she want the chance.There were plenty of other ties that could be used to create that effect.Sesi let the water spill across her face as she imagined how she would do it.Did Freckles prefer being beautifully displayed like a piece of art, or did she want people to see her viscerally exposed?Maybe it depended on her mood.Sesi wanted to know.To have the chance to find out.
Suspensions and gags were alluring if you wanted to show off your sub, to make them come undone and unravel them in front of an audience, but floor ties were her favourite for getting off herself.An elaborate Takate Kote and a head cage would do nicely to position her exactly where she needed her to be.
Sesi followed the flow of water down her body, followed the flow of heat to her core.Freckles’s small mouth would be perfect here.Her fingers slid along her cleft, finding her bud.The pressure was welcome, but it did little to satiate her.Not that she thought it would.
Instead, her slickness grew.Freckles’s tongue would take care of that, for now.She would grind into her, holding her where she needed with a bit of rope.Or, Sesi smirked as she had an idea.She could self-tie a hip harness and bind her there with a couple of Yuki knots.
Her fingers delved just inside.She always loved this part best.It was the anticipation.The way her body relaxed and unclenched.Ready to receive her due.Accept her entitlement.She could neverquitereach the spot she needed by herself, at least not enough to crook her fingers the way she wanted.She wondered if there was a way she could tie Freckles’s arm.She was sure she could, but that was a problem to solve a different day.
Today, she would imagine riding Freckles’s face and she would leave such a lovely mess.Her short fingers pinched and pulled until she simplyneededto release.Once she had found a steady rhythm, it didn’t take long.Her moan bounced off of the shower walls as she shuddered and relaxed.
Sesi towelled off and found some clean clothes.A black BulitWeave stretch T and olive-green Tac pants with a ridiculous assortment of loops and pockets suited her mood today.Old fashioned commando, she thought.She powered up her visor and strapped on her wristboard.Her shower dalliance hadn’t lessened her desire.In fact, it had only amplified it.
Sesi read through her messages.Perhaps getting some work done would distract her.
Temperance
January 5 2268
U
gh.”Callie flopped on her bed.She could hear Sparx loudly peeing in her bathroom.“I am too old to be working full time and dating.”She heard the faucet run and Sparx returned, zipping up his fly.
“God, I missed peeing standing up.”Sparx grinned, straight white teeth gleaming surrounded by a killer smile and dark stubbled skin.A pillow caught him in the face.
“You make the same joke every time.”Callie folded her legs and made room for him on the bed.“Try that smile on someone who isn’t a lesbian.”
“Oh, I intend to.”Sparx exaggerated his smile, crossing intomaniacal.“Tornit prefers men.”
“What?Are you saying you flipped for a guy you just met?”Callie chewed at her fingernails.Sparx was very much his own person, and she couldn’t imagine him changing that for anyone or anything.
“Nah,” he said, combing his fingers through his short cropped brown hair.“I’ve been feeling the itch for a while.I just needed my bank account to catch up.”
Callie nodded leisurely.“So, is everyone in the Adlets queer then?You seem to have gotten along rather well with them.”
Sparx chuckled.“Lemme think.Sesi’s a lesbian.Talia isverylesbian, Siku is ace and Tornit is bi, but male leaning, as discussed.I don’t really know the rest of them, but honey, it’s the end of the world.Everyone is a little bit queer.”
Callie wasn’t sure about that.When Sparx’s parents joined the Natalists she only knew they hated queer people.She hadn’t known they tried to force their daughters to breed.Far earlier than she wanted to think about.It was one of those odious things people spoke of in hushed tones.There were rumours of dark places one would go and pay absurd amounts of money to try for another child.
A wave of nausea hit her, and she felt Sparx’s hand on her shoulder.
