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It was a calm sunny morning in Miorine’s new earthian home, and the former brides-to-be were allowed some fleeting peace after the long struggle of the last year.
Still in that morning haze, Suletta sat on Miorine’s couch, lazily scrolling through her phone, and looking over the new pictures her friends had posted.
This had all the makings of a nice day off with her kinda-girlfriend.
“Suletta, can we talk?” Miorine’s voice called from their bedroom, making Suletta squeak and jump up in attention.
The two of them had only recently moved in together after dealing with… well, a lot of things. Abusive parents, interplanetary crisis, a plot to ascend Suletta’s sister into godhood. Just so many things…
And in the middle of all this chaos Suletta and Miorine’s relationship had been set aside, their interpersonal drama seeming almost inconsequential next to everything that was happening. But one thing they did manage to figure out was that they wanted to be together.
Whatever “together” meant for them now.
So when Suletta heard her former-bride-maybe-girlfriend calling her like that, it was understandable that she’d be put a little on edge.
“Y-Yes, Mio Mio?” shesaid, stiffly standing in the doorway.
“Stop that,” Miorine said, her voice gentle in a way it rarely ever was, “I don’t want you to be afraid of me.”
“S-Sorry, I guess anxiety doesn’t go away that easily,” she replied, awkwardly scratching the back of her head, “so what is it you wanted to talk about?”
Miorine didn’t say anything, instead she just smirked and showed her an all too familiar piece of paper.
At the very top of it it read “Suletta Mercury’s loving partner to-do list!” next to a doodle of her and Miorine kissing.
Needless to say Suletta had turned as red as a tomato.
“Cooking a meal for Miorine, watching movies together,” she began to read out loud, an amused smirk on her face, “holding hands, watching the sunset together, letting Miorine rest her head on my lap.”
“I-I-I can explain!” Suletta stammered out, vigorously shaking her hands in front of her.
“So which one do you wanna do first?”
Suletta froze in place, turning her head a little like a confused puppy as she spoke, “What do you mean?”
“From the list,” Miorine explained, “which one do you wanna do first?”
“I-I mean this is just a silly little list, we don’t actually have to do any of it,” she tried to deflect, stepping back and out of the bedroom.
But Miorine was having none of that. She stepped forward and grabbed Suletta by the wrist.
“I did nothing to help you with your last list. Please, let me help with this one.”
Suletta looked up at her sort-of-girlfriend, her eyes meeting Miorine’s determined gaze, and she was all at once reminded of all the reasons why she fell in love with her.
How could she ever bring herself to say no to her?
“W-Well,” she said as she gathered her scattered brain cells, “we could… we could hold hands.”
Miorine’s hand slid down from Suletta’s wrist, taking a hold of her hand and lacing their fingers together, working a little surprised “eep!” from Suletta.
“Like this?” she asked.
“Y-Yes,” Suletta stammered, “like this.”
Miorine stepped closer to Suletta, leaning against her arm and humming a little as she seemed to ponder something.
“I think I like this,” she declared.
And there she was, blushing like crazy again. At least she knew Miorine appreciated that about her.
“Yeah, I like it too,” Suletta admitted, and she felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest and soar into space.
They stood like that for a blissful few minutes before Miorine looked up at her and asked, “so what’s next?”
So Suletta’s attempt at brunch had been less than ideal.
It had been salvageable, but not exactly the romantic meal Suletta had in mind for them.
Thankfully Miorine didn’t seem bothered at all. Instead, she told her that they could try again tomorrow.
And the day after that.
And the day after that.
And as many days as it took for her to get things right.
It made Suletta feel a little self conscious about her own skills, but she just couldn’t say no to cooking for Miorine everyday. Not when it made them feel like a real married– nevermind!
Don’t get too carried away, Suletta…
Just get to the next item on the list.
Or “items'' since Miorine had the genius idea of tackling two of them at once.
Which is why she was now resting her head on Suletta’s lap as the two of them watched a classic spacian romance movie.
It was a story about this corporate spacian woman traveling to Earth for business and slowly falling in love with a local earthian man. The nature of their births keeps them apart, but in the end they somehow find a way to be together, regardless of what others think.
Miorine insisted that this was an extremely cliche and tropey movie, something Suletta didn’t really understand.
She had been raised in a dying colony at the edge of civilization, with only a few old video games and comics to help her pass the time.
So a story so fully centered on romance and feelings was a completely new experience for her. It struck a chord in her yearning heart in a way neither of them were ready for.
Especially not Miorine.
“Well that was cheesy,” she scoffed, “they couldn’t have made it more obvious that those two would–”
Her critique was interrupted by a loud sniffle from above her.
As she looked up she saw that Suletta had been quietly crying this entire time.
“Suletta,” she called, sitting up again, “are you okay?”
“They…” Suletta sniffled again, “they loved each other so much!”
Miorine gawked at that powerful reaction, any sass she had in her quickly replaced by a strong sympathy towards her partner.
“They really did, didn’t they?”
“And they were so happy!” she continued, now openly sobbing, “they went through so much! They really deserved the world!”
It was hard to pay attention to Miorine’s reaction when she was busy crying her eyes out, but a warm hand brushing away her tears was all the reassurance Suletta needed to feel safe in her emotional outburst.
Suletta pulled Miorine into a hug, burying her face in the crook of her neck.
“There there,” Miorine said hesitantly as she patted Suletta on the back, unsure of what else to do.
They sat like this for a while, with Miorine gently running her hand over Suletta’s back, soothing her emotions until her tears finally ran out.
“Feeling better?” Miorine asked.
Suletta nodded before pulling away from the hug, “Thank you for showing me this movie. I really loved it.”
Miorine looked downright embarrassed, looking away and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
This had not been the reaction she was expecting.
“Is everything okay?” Suletta asked, unsure of why Miorine would respond like that.
“It’s just…” Miorine bit her lip, “you said that after everything they went through, they deserved the world.”
Suletta tilted her head again, “yes? Did I say something wrong?”
Miorine scooted closer on the couch, stopping just short of straddling Suletta. “I think…”
She backed away, and this time Suletta was the one to grab hold of her.
“Mio Mio,” she called, looking straight into her eyes, “please. Say what you’re thinking. You know I’m not gonna judge you.”
Miorine looked away for a moment, but she was quick to melt under her lover’s gaze.
“I think you deserve the world too,” she admitted, “and I wanna be the one to give that to you.”
Oh!
Realization struck Suletta, igniting an unexpected boldness in her. She nearly lunged forward as she closed the space between her and Miorine, causing her former bride to fall with her back on the couch as she now loomed over her.
“Will you let me give you the same back?” she asked, no, pleaded with Miorine. To give this to her lover was all she ever wanted.
Her eyes darted down to Suletta’s lips, then back up to meet her gaze.
She pushed herself up on her elbows as she breathed, “Was this on your list too?”
“No.”
Neither knew who moved first, but next thing either of them knew their lips had met.
In Suletta’s dreams their kisses were always something chaste and sweet, of the sort one would see at a wedding ceremony. This kiss was anything but.
How could it ever be? After everything they had been through, after how much they had yearned, and the hell they had been put through to be together; how could they ever stop themselves at chaste ?
Suletta had to admit, her dreams could never compare to this.
Miorine’s soft lips against hers, her hands reaching to cling to the back of her shirt, the feeling of their bodies pulling themselves together almost of their own volition.
Miorine’s lips parted with a gasp and Suletta did not hesitate to slip her tongue past them and into her mouth.
It was clumsy and a bit weird, neither of them having any real experience in the subject, but that did nothing to keep them from enjoying their very first makeout.
They broke away from each other, gasping for air, their eyes unfocused.
It had been so much more than Suletta could ever have hoped for, but instead of soothing the yearning she felt in her heart, it only made it burn stronger.
“I need to kiss you,” she breathed out.
“Then do it.” Miorine said, pulling herself close again, just to be stopped by Suletta’s hand.
“No. Not your lips,” she shook her head, eyes daring below, taking in all of Miorine’s body.
She wanted it all, she wanted to taste it, to love every last inch of her.
Then she looked back into Miorine’s eyes, gaze burning with the intensity of her need, and her lover shivered.
“Do it,” she repeated, “I told you I’d give you the world, so take it all.”
For once her eagerness to follow orders did her some good, and Suletta dove without question for Miorine’s lips.
Though she did not stay there for long, not when there was so much Miorine left to explore.
Soon her lips began to trace Miorine’s jawline, prompting her to lean back her head and expose her neck for her.
Happy to take that invitation, Suletta’s mouth trailed downwards, pausing only to enjoy the feeling of Miorine’s racing pulse.
It reminded her that Miorine wanted this too, that she loved this just as much as her. A reminder that made that fire burn hotter still.
Suletta pulled away again, earning her an adorable little whine from Miorine.
Her lover’s face had turned beet red already, but Suletta felt far, far from done.
She looked down at Miorine’s plain white shirt, then back at her face. Seeming to understand what Suletta meant to ask, she furiously nodded.
No time was wasted here. Suletta dragged up Miorine’s shirt and tossed it aside, before returning for her bra as well, unhooking it with some difficulty before tossing it too.
For a moment she just sat there and watched, taking in the sights.
Miorine had always been beautiful, but seeing her like this was simply stunning. The full body blush, the cute perky breasts, the surprisingly soft tummy. It just made Suletta want to dive right back in.
Instead she took Miorine’s hand and kissed her knuckle.
There was a small noise of surprise and confusion from Miorine, who probably expected Suletta to simply ravage her. But that had never been her goal, she meant to love every inch of Miorine, even the bits most people wouldn’t find particularly “sexy”.
Her next kiss was on Miorine’s palm, then her pulse, then up the inside of her arm. Slowly making her way to Miorine’s exposed breasts.
When Suletta had finally reached her chest, she could see it rising and falling with her heavy breaths.
At that point her former bride was quite done with all the waiting, and pulled Suletta onto her chest, and held her head there so she could finally show her breasts some attention.
Suletta wasn’t one to disobey a request like that.
So she kissed, and licked, and sucked, letting raw need and instinct take over the driver’s seat as she poured her love over her lover's tiny tits.
But even that wasn’t enough. There were still so many inches left, so much of Miorine she hadn’t loved yet.
Squirming from under Miorine’s arms, Suletta continued her descent, kissing down her girlfriend’s stomach.
Once she realized where she was going, Miorine did nothing to stop her.
In fact, she tried to encourage her, pushing her hips up and shoving Suletta’s head to where she needed it most.
Suletta didn’t even have to ask for permission. A stammered out “please” , was all she needed before pulling off Miorine’s pants and underwear all in one go.
“Suletta,” Miorine whimpered, spreading her legs as best she could on their couch, “p-please.”
The view was mouth watering.
And yet, she still had her mission.
She scooted back on the couch to make space and then raised up Miorine’s foot so she could give it a kiss. This nearly earned her a proper kick to the nose from a very ticklish Miorine, but she thankfully missed.
Not one to be deterred, Suletta returned to the task at hand, kissing up Miorine’s ankle, then her shins, up to her knee, and finally reaching her thigh. The entire time her hands moved along with her, caressing all the parts her mouth had failed to kiss.
Miorine just kicked, and squirmed, and whined , until Suletta’s strong arms hooked around her thighs and held her in place.
Now, finally, after so much teasing, Suletta had reached the main course.
And how beautiful it was.
Obviously Miorine had no reason to expect this to happen, or for things to ever escalate this far, so she hadn’t had a chance to really do any grooming down stairs.
But her former groom cared very little for how unkempt those white curls were. In fact, Suletta loved this more raw and messier side of Miorine.
The fact that those hairs were now completely wet with Miorine’s arousal was also doing wonders for her.
Miorine did not need to plead this time. Not when Suletta wanted to taste her more than anything right now.
It was clumsy, like everything she had done that day. Her lack of experience was as obvious as ever, but it did little to deter her enthusiasm. Enthusiasm that only grew as she took in the taste of Miorine’s arousal.
Suletta didn’t have a refined palate or anything and - honestly - she’d struggle to try to describe how Miorine tasted.
What really mattered to her was that it was Miorine. It was the woman she loved, gushing out even more love for Suletta to take in.
What else could she ask for?
That was answered when she heard what she could only describe as the most heavenly sound she had ever heard.
Miorine’s moans.
It was like dousing that fire inside of her with spaceship fuel. It roared with new found life, driving Suletta’s loving from enthusiastic to desperate .
She licked and sucked with new found fervor, her mind now consumed by this need to taste more, hear more, to work every last ounce of pleasure out of Miorine. But the more she devoured that pleasure, the more the hunger grew, like a raging inferno in her gut.
Eventually her eagerness to please managed to compensate for her lack of skill, and Miorine’s cries of pleasure built up to a crescendo, her whole body trembling as she cried out, “ Suletta! ”
Then she went slack, whole body slumping back down on the couch in exhaustion.
Yet Suletta’s need was left unsated, and all she could think of was the ache between her legs, and that hunger for more .
Without pausing, or really thinking at all, Suletta dove in again. She kissed, and licked, and sucked , her enthusiasm somehow redoubled.
“Suletta, what are you–ah!” Miorine gasped, her thoughts cut short as her body began to build towards its second orgasm.
Though it didn’t make much of a difference, any words she had to say would simply be lost in the haze of lust that now blanketed Suletta’s mind.
It was an addictive loop.
The more she pleased Miorine, the stronger her need, the more she continued to please her.
And in the all consuming fire of her lust, Suletta completely lost track of time.
Not even the growing soreness in her jaw and tongue were enough to get her to focus on anything other than her desire to bring Miorine orgasm after orgasm, in the hopes that this would finally sate her need.
That is until she got flicked hard on the forehead.
Suletta jumped back with a little squeak, covering her forehead with her hand. She looked up to ask Miorine why she did that, but was stunned by the state she had left her in.
Miorine was a sweaty, trembling mess . Her body limp save for her heaving breaths, her hair disheveled, and light tear stains marking her face.
All at once the raging fire in Suletta’s gut was put out as if it was little more than a matchstick, and was promptly replaced with cold dread.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” she cried out, not sure if she should rush to Miorine’s side, or give her space to recover. “I wasn’t thinking. I got carried away and-and–”
A weak grunt from Miorine was all it took to shut her up.
“It… It was good… really good…” she assured her even as she panted heavily, “but… three… three is more than enough. I need to rest.”
“Of course!” she nodded fervently, throwing herself at Miorine’s side, “do you need anything else? Can I get you anything?”
“Water.”
Suletta jumped to it, rushing to the kitchen and returning with a cold glass of water, which Miorine promptly chugged down.
“H-How are you feeling?” she stammered, her voice sounding so tiny and insecure now.
“Sore,” Miorine answered, though that only served to increase Suletta’s guilt.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered, not daring to look up at her former bride.
It was so stupid of her.
Why did she have to lose control like that?
She thought she was starting to mend things with Miorine, but then she had to go and–
A gentle hand rested on Suletta’s head, prompting to look up. To her surprise, Miorine was smiling.
“Don’t be,” she assured her, “it was really good, just a little more than I could handle.”
Suletta pouted, “I still shouldn’t have–ouch!”
Another flick to the forehead cut her short.
“Stop that! I’m not mad at you. In fact I really liked what you did, so stop that!” she commanded with the last dregs of energy she still seemed to have, “no one makes you feel bad on my watch! Not even you!”
Of course .
She had messed up, but it wasn’t the end of things. This was still Miorine, they still loved each other, and they could get over any hurdle as long as they managed to stop and talk.
“Okay,” Suletta nodded, a tiny little smile forming on her face.
“Good! Now I think I should go take a bath,” Miorine announced, before her eyes glanced down a little lower, “I promise I’ll return the favor once I get some rest. You look like you need it.”
What?
What did she mean?
Suletta looked down to her own crotch, finally noticing the tent she was pitching. Right.
Oh.
So that was the burning need then…
Suletta had forgotten to actually touch herself this entire time.
She looked away in embarrassment, shoving her hands down to hide her raging erection.
At least that got a chuckle out of Miorine.
“Come on, help me to the bathroom,” she called, gesturing for Suletta to pick her up, “I wanna get cleaned up in time for us to watch the sunset together.”
With a giggle of her own, Suletta picked up her lover in a princess carry, and made her way to the bathroom with her.
“You know, maybe we should add a few more things to that list,” Miorine casually commented.
“Oh?” Suletta asked, giving Miorine a confused blink, “like what?”
“I have some ideas.”