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With each creaky step upwards, it felt as though a new trauma resurfaced from the depths within Dani’s mind. When she finally reached the balcony of the now decrepit orphanage, the sight of Clara’s face served as a much needed, beautiful distraction from Dani’s scarred memories. Her lean frame leaned against the balcony wall, looking vacantly at the delicate Marine Luger P08 pistol –inscribed with “García” along the wooden grip– in her grasp.
“Clara” Dani interrupted la reina’s clouded thoughts, “Clara, you wanna tell me why you dragged me back to my old orphanage?”
A moment of silence separated Dani’s question and Clara’s near hasty response,
“He’s losing Dani, soon we march on the Capitolio. And now. . . Castillo wants to meet.”
“You’re joking right?” Dani almost immediately interrupted, feeling an incessant fear creep to her mind.
Clara, noticing the guerilla’s shift in mood, slowly continued to speak, “I want to know what you think. You’ve been face to face.”
Horror re-entered Dani’s memory, her molars being ripped from her gums, a cigar stubbed out on her tongue, and a dagger forced on her throat. She took time to process the memory, tonguing the large gap in the top left of her mouth.
“I think Castillo’s always two steps ahead, and he’s not going to stop unless we put a bullet into his skull.”
“And then what?” Clara more scolded than asked, “We kill his kid too? You had your chance, why didn’t you do it?”
Dani had half a mind to interrupt Clara, but her voice refused to do so,
“Juan had solid intel there was a Castillo up in that hotel. He just had the wrong one. You let his kid live and then, Castillo let you walk away from a death sentence.”
There was a gap in her speech, it felt as though she waited for Dani to speak her mind, but the now muted Rojas just stared blankly at her leader. Slowly, Clara began again.
“But the thing is Dani, you were right,” Clara walked ever closer to the guerilla, “If Yara is going to have a future, his people, our people, we need to co-exist. And the point was never to kill Castillo, it was to free Yara, for all of us.”
Clara handed the rusted pistol to Dani, grip first. Dani ignored it, grabbing for Clara’s wrist instead. The gun dropped to the ground with a slight clang.
“You had already made up your mind, hadn’t you”, Dani spoke in a soft tone near Clara’s perfect face, “Yara needs a leader, Clara, not a martyr.”
She waited for a response, or just anything, but the Libertad Queen just brooded. Looking at Dani, or rather, the hand locked around her own wrist, “Viva Libertad, Dani” Clara spoke breathily, with tears starting to form under her olive eyes.
She attempted to remove her wrist from the tight grasp, but Dani did not yield from the hold, “If the fear of death, or of torture doesn’t keep you still. . . keep you safe, perhaps this will.” Dani spoke in an almost cocky yet unsure tone. Then, with an unexplainable sense of confidence, she kissed Clara.
Letting go of her wrist, Dani slowly moved her hand’s to Clara’s firm hips. She semi-expected Clara to push her away and storm off, but that’s not what happened. Instead, Clara roughly grabbed at Dani’s nape, pulling her impossibly closer, to the point where Dani had to push away in order to not suffocate into those pillowy lips.
“Mierda,” Dani gasped out of her now semi-aching jaw, “What, don’t act so surprised,” Clara giggled in response, “As if you haven’t noticed the looks, the chat, coño you’ve infiltrated my mind Rojas.”
Trying to think of a characteristically witty response, Dani opened her mouth, only for it to be raided with Clara’s tongue once again. It explored the expanse of her mouth, gliding along the back of her canines, and then the front of her incisors. The feeling was addictive, but it also tasted of rum.
Dani pushed away for a second time, now not for breath, but out of worry, “You’re drunk Clara, I can’t, we shouldn’t, we - I -” “Oh save it, I had a shot for nerves, and I am far from drunk chica,” Clara shut Dani down almost immediately, she wasn’t really in the mood for Dani to feel guilty, she would much prefer to just get back to kissing her.
“So you were really going to go along with it Clara, walk off to your own demise?” There was silence for only a moment as Dani started to back away, “What would you expect to happen Clara, for Castillo to suddenly grow a conscience and decide to not kill you on sight. . . coño, he’d probably parade you around on TV before he fucking did it!”
Dani was no longer talking, she was yelling, tears pouring down her rounded cheekbones. She slightly shivered as Clara placed the pads of her fingers on Dani’s bicep.
“I don’t know, I just want this war to end Dani. I’m so tired, so broken. . .” Clara trailed off into silence, looking almost in pain as Dani pushed the hand off her bicep. “Sí, I know Clara, it’s plastered all over your face. But this, this, this misión suicida isn’t worth it. You would die and Libertad would have nothing to show for it, nothing gained, hell we would crumble without you. . . I would crumble without you, Clara.”
Dani’s hand slowly scaled Clara’s slender arm, to her muscular shoulder –which tensed slightly upon being touched– and finally up to her rose-tinted cheek, slightly pushing at its flesh with the callus pad of her thumb. From that point, there was no more speaking, they had reached a silent agreement, and sealed it with another kiss. Dani’s lips were much rougher than Clara’s, covered in cuts and cracks, but the almost sandpaper-like texture didn’t bother Clara for even a second, in fact, she kinda enjoyed it. Dani’s tongue was different too, not just from the lack of liquor, but also from a noticeably smooth patch near it’s center. Almost as if the taste buds that used to sit there were ripped out. Clara knew that Dani went through a lot these past few months, but she could never know just how much pain her best guerilla suffered.
But at that moment, it didn’t matter. their tongues danced around one another like they were choreographed. Dani’s rough lips slowly softened as they made contact with Clara’s rum-flavored saliva.
Just standing there, hand in hand, mouth to mouth, the sun began to fade from view, and the two slowly sank down onto the dingy floor. The balcony wall made for a great support as Clara roughly pushed Dani against it.
“Shit Clar-” Dani started to wince in pain when she hit the wall, but as quickly as their lips departed each other, they met again, shutting up the guerilla’s complaints in an instant. The kissing continued, but you could hardly call that kissing, Clara devoured Dani’s lips as she pinned her wrists to the balcony wall.
Moments turned to minutes, sun finally turned fully to moon, and the streetlights lining the roads to Esperanza flickered on.
At this point, the guard standing at the base of the orphanage was long gone, and all that remained was two lovers in what could be considered some sort of paradise. The night grew colder as Clara started to stand, “Where– what are you doing,” Dani said urgently, not wanting the moment to end. “Oh calm down bebita. It’s cold as hell, and I’m not going to risk getting the flu over a fuck,” Clara said chuckling, but Dani’s love drunk brain only heard one thing.
Bebita.
Clara pulled the dazed Dani up, who seemed to still not really know what was going on. She was escorted down the same creaky stairs she came up minutes, or hours ago, she couldn’t really tell. She was thrown into the passenger seat of her “El Presidente” 1956 Beaumont as she watched Clara circle the front of the car to the driving seat.
Bebita
That word was still stuck in her head – continuously ricocheting off her skull – as she slowly reacclimated to her surroundings. Livin’ la Vida Loca started to play on the radio, Dani hummed the tune as she slowly turned her head to see Clara driving somewhere, anywhere, it didn’t matter where. But what did matter was what she heard:
“Upside, inside out
She’s livin’ la vida loca
She’ll push and pull you down
Livin’ la vida locaaaaaa”
‘HOLY SHIT!’ Dani thought, ‘Is that Clara’s voice!?!?’
So, she looked up to see Clara rocking her head aggressively to the music. Her braids bounced from shoulder to shoulder with each rock of her head. Her button nose dripped with sweat, and her smile was infectious. Dani started to smile herself when she noticed Clara’s singing for a second time. It was electric, but even more than that, it felt like velvet on Dani’s ears.
“Oye, you’re pretty good at that mamacita,” she spoke, trying to not interrupt Clara’s angelic hymn too much.
But then, the car came to a complete stop in the middle of the street, the radio turned off, and Clara stared Dani down like a disappointed parent. “If you ever call me mamacita again, I will push you out of this car going two-hundred, I swear to god Dani.” Sitting there for just another moment, Clara quickly turned the radio back on and continued to drive down the road. She swiftly returned to her energetic self, singing along to the final seconds of the song and bobbing her head enthusiastically. Easy to say, Dani immediately pushed any parental based language out of her vocabulary for now.
After what felt like forever, they reached Mercurio Mecánico on the outskirts of West Lado, even though it was only a few kilometers from the San Cayetano Orphanage. When they finally reached the blue metal door, Clara quickly lapped around the car again to pull Dani out with a harsh tug. Before she could jokingly complain about the pain, Dani was being dragged throughout the entire base, past the garage and the green brick fence, to a set of doors just under the golden balcony. She only got a chance to finally stand straight again when Clara was struggling with the tall double doors.
“Wait, so why can you call me baby, but I can’t call you-” Dani tried to question Clara’s blatant hypocrisy, but was yanked by the wrist even more violently than the first time. The two rushed through the winding halls of the Libertad barracks, until they finally reached a private room. Dani’s massive backpack slipped off of her shoulders as she was pushed aggressively against the foot of the wooden bedframe. And after the door was confirmed closed, Clara quickly went on the offensive, grabbing hold of Dani’s face, almost scratching her cheeks with her own blunted fingernails. Then the kiss, this one felt more desperate than the previous ones, as if Clara somehow missed the guerilla’s busted ass lips. The thought of someone so perfecta, so absolutely breathtaking, taking even a passing interest in Dani still felt unreal. Clara’s lips were soft but firm like memory foam, her tongue still tasted of the molasses flavored liquor, but it slowly fades and is replaced with a slight hint of smoky oak.
The kiss stopped abruptly, Dani reached for more but was blocked with a sturdy stiff-arm. “I’m not your superior bebita, I want to be your equal. . . at least in this room if nowhere else. So no, no mamacita shit por favor,” Clara whispered in her guerilla’s pierced ear, before she lightly bit it.
Dani understood, she wanted Clara for Clara, not some fetish for strong women (Although she probably had one of those too). But then she noticed that word again:
Bebita
Dani could’ve fainted right there, but the tightening bite on her right ear kept her in reality. She moved her hands to Clara’s hips, those muscles tensed under pressure, and reminded her of the balcony for just a moment. But then she was back in the present, her hands inched up Clara’s chiseled sides, slightly feeling the abs that met in the middle with her thumbs, and then up to her ribs. As her hands reached the third set of ribs, Dani was pushed forcefully down to the painfully springy bed. And then, Clara jumped on Dani like a rabbit in heat, she landed her knees to both sides of Dani’s ribs, before rushing a set of quick pecks all over Dani’s now sweaty face.
Dani ugly cackled as she said, “Maybe I should call you conejita. . . or abuela because of your gray strea-” and in an instant, she felt a viscous slap to her left cheek. “Fuck you, bitch,” Clara giggled in response, trying her hardest to look angry before breaking and giggling some more as she lowered her forehead to the gap in Dani’s neck.
They sat there for a few moments before Clara lifted herself and peeled the gun harness off her shoulder, it clanked onto the concrete floor as she lifted her tank top off in a swift motion. The hooks on the back of her bra popped one at a time, before the bra itself fell against Dani’s yellow striped shirt. For a moment, it was hard to tell who was blushing harder, but when that moment ended, Dani lifted the bra off her shirt and tossed it to the side, she glided her hand’s up Clara’s sides again. Her hands acted with a mind of their own, one stretching back to Clara’s spine, which was surrounded with tight muscles, and the other sliding from the V at the bottom of Clara’s abs, upwards. Her hand felt every indent between each ab, up to the sternum, slightly touching Clara’s breast with her callus thumb. For a second, Dani was a tad bit jealous of how defined Clara’s abs were, realizing that her own were covered in a thin layer of fat that only barely revealed her abdomen. But that jealousy quickly escaped her as she came back to the moment, slowly raising her hand to Clara’s small breasts.
A gasp escaped Clara’s lips as she slowly rised to her feet, unbuttoning her pants, letting them fall to her boots. Dani lifted her shirt over her sharp jaw and bobbed hair. Clara untied her boots and peeled them off, then looking up to see Dani's breast bounce down to her ribs.
Clara looked around and saw only one bra, “Do you just walk around all over Yara without a fucking bra, Rojas?” “Well, you never know when it’ll come in handy,” Dani responded. “Handy for what, getting butt ass naked?” “It was useful now.” Dani donned a toothy smile that immediately spread like the flu to Clara’s face as well. In a quick flurry of movements, the remaining clothes on both women were torn off of their skin and into the air. They stammered into the stiff bed with giggles filling their breath.
Dani laid against the headboard as Clara climbed up her body, planting kisses on Dani as she ascended the guerilla's body. One on her left knee, then her right thigh, her navel, her abdomen, her sternum, her left breast, up to the notch between her collar bones, and then finally to the jaw joint under her right ear.
“Hey, bebita, you sure you wanna do this?” Clara whispered quizzically. Dani breathed in, hearing that word again made her already wet cunt begin to drip down her vulva. She nodded her head excitedly.
Clara touched her way back down Dani’s abs, gliding her soft fingers down to Dani’s sensitive clit. Dani attempted to squeal, But Clara kissed her lips right then, muffling the moan into Clara’s mouth. Those soft fingers circled around her clit and slowly down to her hole, poking in and out intermittently. Clara’s thigh moved from Dani’s side to just under her soaked center. Her hands reached for Clara’s breasts as Clara’s spare hand reached for Dani’s. Clara rubbed her thumb over Dani’s areola, slowly rolling over the hardening nipple as Clara’s other hand lightly rubbed the button under Dani’s waist.
In between hurried kisses, Clara gasped for air as she began to rise onto her knees. She removed her palm from Dani’s wetness and replaced it with her knee. Dani incessantly began to rub herself on Clara’s thigh, as Clara traced her lubed fingers up Dani’s body until they reached inside of Dani’s agape mouth.
“How do you taste, pretty girl?” Clara asked as she lowered back down to Dani’s left ear, “I bet you taste fucking delicioso,” she whispered to Dani, slightly giggling as she said it. Dani could only moan in response, rubbing her cunt against Clara even faster. She was getting closer by the second, so close, but she bit her tongue in an attempt to extend the sweet torture. Clara’s second, newly free, hand reached Dani’s bare breast, as both hands slowly pinched her nipples. Dani squealed for real this time, no mouth to muffle her desperate sounds. It got harder and harder to stay afloat without sinking into the abyss awaiting her, and when Dani felt the wetness from Clara’s cunt drip down to meet her own, it got even harder still. Dani breathed heavily as if she just emerged from the sea.
“Is that good, bebita?” Clara asked as she lightly pinched Dani’s nipples again, before rushing her left hand back down to Dani’s vulva.
Removing her knee, Clara’s fingers grazed down Dani’s body, Dani rocked her hips against the internal contact as her eyes struggled to keep open. Dani pulled Clara down for a kiss before escaping the lips and asking, no, begging Clara for release.
“Clara. . . por favor. . .”
“Por favor what sweetie?”
“Please. . . please let me cum for you Clara.”
There was a pause of words for a moment, before Clara curled her long fingers inside Dani before chuckling a response:
“Yes darling beg for me, cum for me bebita,” and with that Dani fell apart.
Bebita
That was the only word on her mind as she succumbed to the insanity that awaited her in her release. Her body felt as though it became somebody’s puppet, but not just somebody’s, Clara’s puppet. Dani’s legs trembled and then fell limp out of her control. With her head against the wooden headboard, Dani breathed out air and breathed in ecstasy, as the walls in her soul began to collapse. For what felt like hours, the world no longer existed, all that remained was the endless void of pleasure and, of course, Clara’s expert fingers still exploring every inch of Dani’s interior and mapping the entirety of her clit.
The stars surrounding Dani’s sight began to fade, and the excessive pleasure inside her started to twist into pain. The overstimulation overtook her as she pushed Clara away with a yelp. Dani panted like she just ran a marathon, air felt like a new sensation to her lungs.
The moments in between breaths lengthened as Dani slowly came back down to earth. “Coño Clara, If I knew you were that good, I would’ve poured my heart out to you sooner.” Dani gasped between words, slowly moving her face to meet Clara’s.
“Well, I wouldn’t say you ‘poured your heart out,’” Clara chuckled in response, her laugh sounded like heaven to Dani’s ears. “You more jumped on me like a rabid dog Rojas,” Clara finished as her smile grew. Dani laughed as well as she grabbed Clara by the shoulders to help herself up, before she began to fill the silence again:
“I think it’s my turn to service you, hermosssssa,” Dani whispered close to the ear under Clara’s gray streak of braided hair as she attempted to contain her love drunk giggles. Clara nodded in response, pushing Dani back down onto the bed, with her head now hitting the pillow instead of the headboard. Dani looked confused as she was pushed downwards, and Clara knew why.
“You are going to lay here, and I am going to sit down on your pretty little face bebita,” Clara expected resistance to the idea, but Dani simply responded with a slight smile. Clara was desperate to find out if Dani’s tongue was as good at lapping up wetness as it was at witty one-liners. Clara slapped Dani’s face a few times very gently as she started to move herself up the bed. She turned around, her ass facing the headboard, as she scooted just over Dani’s head:
“You ready for me, pretty girl?” Clara asked and Dani nodded, maybe a bit too enthusiastically, in response. Dani opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out like a miniature throne, and Clara lowered herself to claim it.
Clara’s pussy grazed against Dani’s chin, making her gasp slightly. Dani was clearly no longer dealing with overstimulation, as her legs started to open again, and in response, Clara glided her fingers back down Dani’s tight abdomen. As the pad of her middle finger reached the straight hair facing Dani’s vulva, the tongue under Clara’s cunt licked up from her hole to her clit viciously. Her arm that kept her steady almost went limp from the sudden pleasure, but she stood strong letting the tongue below her lap her up like a parched dog.
“Dios Mios” was the first fully formed statement Clara could think of. Her fingers slowly encircled Dani’s entire vulva, while her own was being cherished like a popsicle in the summer, which was fitting as the space between Clara and Dani began to burn up with sweat and friction. It was almost concerning how close Clara was to her own orgasm, she thought of herself as more strong-willed than she currently appeared to be. Panting, she became much more aggressive along Dani’s cunt, as if she was trying to scratch off the aluminum coating of a scratch ticket.
Clearly that was too far, as Dani clamped her legs closed, “Lo siento, bebita. . . you’re doing so good for me hun,” Clara panted out. Dani’s legs opened again warily, and Clara’s hand returned, albeit much gentler than before. Clara continued very slowly in order to extend her ‘play time’. Sticky film began to coat Clara’s fingers once again, she replaced her soaked hand with the one providing her stability as she sat more fully along Dani’s straight nose. Clara tasted the fluid that stuck to her fingers, and it tasted just as she expected, delicioso, like salted plantain, maybe a bit saltier than she preferred, but delicious nonetheless. While enjoying her treat, Clara’s seat began to shake, and as she lifted herself, Dani gasped for air, and Clara giggled at the sight.
“Hey, fuck you *gasp* you giggly bitch *gasp* I nearly drowned in there,” Dani sounded almost genuinely upset as she viciously slapped Clara’s perfect ass. But Dani’s grinning lips failed her performance. “Oh sweety, I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Clara continued to giggle, “You’re doing soooooooo good for me bebita.”
Dani shivered as she heard her new favorite word once again. Clara slowly lowered herself back down onto Dani’s face. A sweet scent re-entered Dani’s senses, and as her tongue lapped at the pussy before her again, the taste of dew glazed her tongue. She raised the rough pad of her thumb against the twitching button that sat just above her blocky chin. The body above began to move on it’s own accord, forcefully grinding itself against Dani’s 45° nose, all that Dani could do was hold on for dear life. The grinding got more and more aggressive, so Dani grabbed for the curly brown hairs above Clara’s vagina, and it was a good handle until her own vulva was hit with a vicious slap in response. Dani released the micro-jungle above her in surrender, raising her hands like she was being arrested. The painful sting of the slap quickly remedied itself as it was replaced with the returning pleasure circling her clitoris. Dani was close, and she can tell that Clara definitely was too, she was just hoping for her own orgasm to come first.
But it did not, and as Clara’s hips rocked subconsciously, Dani grabbed hold of Clara’s hips to keep Clara her down for a few more moments. Sweet nectar spilled across Dani’s tongue, and she devoured it like she hadn’t drank in days, and then the feeling between her legs grew even stronger.
On the other side of things, Clara’s groin ached in overstimulation. She tried to escape Dani’s grasp, but the guerilla’s grip was too strong. Instead, Clara rubbed Dani out as quickly as possible in hopes that her own orgasm would come sooner rather than later.
It did, Dani shivered in her own orgasm, still indulging in the sweet watery cream that poured over her face. Finally, her clit couldn’t take any more, she let go of the muscular hips above her in order to swat off the hand abusing her own overstimulation. And with that, Clara swiftly hopped off of the devilish tongue below her in triumph to lay alongside her favorite guerilla. They both panted for a few moments, slowly regaining their breaths. They turned to face each other at almost the same time, eliciting a cloud of laughter between the two.
“So. . .” Dani spoke, still panting in breaths, “So. . .” Clara responded, her nose touching Dani’s while upside down. They both giggled again, before Dani raised her head to kiss Clara. Clara tasted her own cum on Dani’s lips, smiling slightly at the taste.
Clare sat herself up, and began to flip herself right side up again, but she slipped off the side of the bare mattress and fell shoulder first onto the concrete floor. It was unceremonious, there was barely a thud, and Dani didn’t even realize that Clara had fallen until she began to rise again.
Clara chuckled at her own misfortune, “Well, I think I’ll end up regretting that in the morning,” she said, slightly giggling to herself, not realizing the possible connotation of her words. But when she did, she slowly covered her own mouth.
“Oh. . .” Dani responded lifelessly, “Me too I guess.”
Clara’s heart broke slightly as she watched a tear form in Dani’s perfect hazel eyes. “Oh, that’s not what I meant sweetheart,” she climbed back onto the bed and grabbed hold of Dani’s cheeks. “I would never regret something so amazing. . .” Clara waited to see if Dani would respond.
“You sure Clara?” Tears began to flow at full force down her cheeks as they did earlier at the orphanage.
“Of course Dani, that - that whole. . . well that whole everything was perfecta, it was so fucking good bebita”
Bebita
Subconsciously, Dani’s mind was put at ease. A smile appeared on her face as Clara kissed it all over, from her forehead and nose to her lips and then to the two trails of tears that by now had dried. Their eyes were interlocked for just a second, when Clara’s mind began to float
“I think. . . I think I love you Dani. . .” is the thought that finally formed in Clara’s mind. She held her breath waiting for a response, waiting for much longer than she had hoped. But then finally:
“Yo también te amo, abuela,” Dani responded, giggling as she raised her arms in defense, as she knew she just made the biggest mistake of her life.
Playful slaps went across Dani’s arm in a rapid flurry, with the occasional ‘bitch’ and ‘puta’ floating in the air, but then the slapping stopped. “Bebita, let me have one solid slap across your face, then I’ll stop, I promise.”
Against her better judgment, Dani lowered her guard to please that part of her brain that just orgasmed from that fucking word for god knows how many times before. Her arms went parallel against her sides, and she tilted her head tilted towards Clara’s beautiful face.
*WHACK*
That was much more than just a solid slap, that probably hurt worse than a bullet to the knee, but the angelic laughter that followed made the sting fade away as fast as it formed on Dani’s cheek.
“You’re a bitch, Clara.”
“I know, but you love it.”
“Yeah, unfortunately I do.”
The two shared another glance followed by another small group of laughter, before Clara laid down next to her taller counterpart. They laid adjacently for a few minutes as the eyes scaled up and down each other.
Their mindless chatter slowly reduced down to silence as both of their eyes grew heavy with the night. As Clara’s olive-green eyes hid behind her eyelids, Dani could do nothing but smile at the woman next to her. Clara -fucking- García, she was beautiful, perfecta. Clara wrapped herself around Dani’s chiseled chest, her head resting on Dani’s swallow bird tattoo. The future was unknown and far from guaranteed, but most importantly to Dani, Clara was –for now at least– alive and without worry within Dani’s arms.