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"Petra, is that you?"

"Yeah, it's just me."

"Did you bring the stuff?"

Petra chuckled. "You're making it sound like I'm smuggling coderoin or something. Yes, I brought stationery from the supplies."

They nodded as their eyes met. Petra stood on lookout as Nifa unlocked the door to the unoccupied guest quarters of the Survey Corps barracks in Trost — using a skeleton key she'd "found".

"Will your squad notice you're gone?" Petra whispered as they entered, closing the door carefully behind herself.

Nifa shrugged. "Been together so long they never check up on me," she murmured quietly. "What about yours?"

"I rolled up a blanket and left it under the sheets in my bunk, so it looks like I'm sleeping there," she whispered. "Not that I think the boys or the Captain would ever look in on me while I'm asleep."

"That's smart."

Once inside, they lit kerosine lamps and appraised the rooms. They were unsurprised to find them all very Spartan. They opted to make themselves at home in a room they found with twin beds.

As the door clicked shut, they hung up their cloaks and jackets. Petra went and closed the curtains, while Nifa set about lighting a stove in the corner of the room. Perching on one of the beds, Petra placed her knapsack down on the floor. Having lit the stove, Nifa wandered over and collapsed onto the bed behind her, arms out like a starfish.

This made Petra jump; she turned to look at her over her shoulder. "Oh. Hi. I-I thought… you'd take the other one."

"I will," Nifa replied, blinking up at the shadows cast on the ceiling by the lamps. "I wanna see what you brought first."

"… Oh. Right." Petra turned awkwardly back to the bag between her feet. She unfastened it hurriedly. Nifa rolled onto her front and curled around to watch as she pulled out the contents: ink pots, blotting paper, pens, parchment…

"Whoa, you got the fancy stuff," Nifa exclaimed. "Better use my best joined-up writing."

"This was all I could find," Petra said, a little defensively. "What do you use in the recon squad?"

"Pencils and notebooks."

"You couldn't have brought some?"

Nifa snorted. "The only set I have is for my field notes. I dunno where they keep the spares."

As they talked, Petra laid out some parchment, blotting paper and a pen on the other bed opposite her. She stacked the rest beside herself, and lay a gauze cloth flat over the surface of the nightstand between the two beds. She placed two jars of ink on it side-by-side. Finally, she pulled out two large, hardbound tomes.

She handed one to Nifa. "This is for you to lean on," she said.

"Oh. Thanks," she replied, turning the book in her hands to read the spine: Field Survival Beyond the Walls: 832 Ed. "You thought of everything."

"I made sure to take really old ones, so they won't miss them." She reached into the bag one last time. "And these are from my parents. They arrived today. I thought we could share."

She pulled out a parcel wrapped in greaseproof paper. Inside were two ring doughnuts, topped with pink icing and sugar sprinkles.

Nifa's eyes lit up. "Oh wow. Are you sure you wanna share these with me?"

"Sure. Why not?" Petra shrugged as she handed one to her. "I don't sneak out after curfew to write dirty stories with just anyone, you know."

She smiled. Nifa looked bashfully away as she accepted, uncertain if Petra was just being her usual, sweet self… or trying to hint at something.

"Okay, sure. Thanks," she mumbled as she got up and made her way around to the other bed.

By the time Nifa sat down, Petra had already eaten half of her own. She lay the hardbound book she'd taken for herself down over her pillow and arranged a sheet of parchment over it, holding her doughnut in the other hand.

"Mm. That was good," she uttered to herself as she finished it. Wiping crumbs from the corner of her mouth, she pulled off her boots and lay face down on the bed to pick up her pen.

Nifa pulled her own boots off while she ate her doughnut. She looked thoughtfully into space for a moment, before arranging her own book and stationery over her pillow.

After the two young women had inked up their pens and begun writing, Nifa looked slyly across at Petra.

"You wanna play a game to help set the mood for this?"

"A game?" Petra looked across at her, eyes wide.

"Yeah. I heard the boys doing it a few times: 'Fuck, marry, kill.' One of us says the name of a man in the Survey Corps, and the other has to chose 'fuck, marry or kill' for them. You can't back out."

"Okay," said Petra with a slight smile.

"So if I was to say Ness, would you wanna fuck, marry or kill him…?"

"Not fair," Petra protested. "He's really nice! But I don't want to marry him or fuck him."

Nifa smirked. "You're taking it too seriously. If you don't wanna marry or fuck someone, then you have to say 'kill'. If you feel like killing them is too harsh, but you absolutely don't want to fuck them, then you could say 'marry'…"

Petra furrowed her brow. "But I don't want you to think I fancy him. Like, at all."

Nifa smiled. "That's part of the fun! No-one here is gonna judge you for anything you say. I might tease you for it... but then you get to do the same to me. And just like with our writing, what happens in here stays in here."

Petra seemed to relax. "Okay — I think I get it. We just… don't play any games like that in Levi squad. Or at all, really, come to think of it."

Nifa scoffed. She opened her mouth to comment, but chose not to. Instead, she prompted Petra again. "So go on, then: Ness. Fuck, marry or kill?"

"Hm…" Petra looked up to the ceiling. "Marry, I guess."

"Cool. Now it's your turn."

Petra thought for a moment. "Abel."

Nifa held the end of her pen to her lips. "Kill."

"You serious? I thought you worked well together."

"We do. But he's annoying, and I don't wanna fuck him."

Petra nodded thoughtfully. She felt like she understood the game a little better now.

"Anyway, since you went close to home: Eld."

Petra smiled before she answered. "Fuck."

"Knew it."

"What? He's hot. But he has a girlfriend."

Nifa smiled and gave a slight shrug.

"Okay: Gelgar."

Nifa giggled. "Kill. Just for his stupid hair."

Petra chuckled with her. "Someone must like it…"

"Miche."

Petra wrinkled her nose. "Kill."

"Really?" Nifa seemed genuinely surprised.

"Yeah. He creeps me out," Petra said, tensing her shoulders before shuddering.

"Yeah, me too — but I'd still fuck him," Nifa said. She put her pen down on the nightstand, and pushed her other stationery to the side of her pillow to roll onto her back, arms behind her head. "And now it's your turn again."

"Moblit." Petra lowered her pen as she looked on.

"Ooh. Sexy beast."

"Are you being sarcastic?" Petra asked with a slight smirk.

"Yes and no," Nifa said. "He is cute; I just can't imagine him…"

"With Hange…?"

Nifa snort-laughed and brought a hand to her mouth. "Not fair. I work with them, you know."

"Yeah, I know," Petra said mischievously. "That's why I'm interested to know your answer. I think it could go one of two ways with Hange — either they're too scatterbrained and fixated to ever get into bed, or they're really filthy…"

"Petra Ral!" Nifa playfully exclaimed, sitting up as she turned to face her. "I knew you weren't a total prude, but I am shocked that you would even think such a thing. Shocked!"

Petra smiled prettily back at her, hanging her head over her hands slightly. Nifa wondered if she was being coy on purpose. She can't be. She must just be getting into the spirit of the game. That has to be it…

"So, uh… Is it my turn again?" she asked.

"You still haven't told me whether you'd fuck, marry or kill Moblit," Petra insisted.

Nifa blushed. She wasn't sure why, exactly; she mentally chalked it up to the heat from the stove. "Fine. Uh… Marry."

Petra flicked her eyes to one side and nodded thoughtfully at Nifa's answer.

"— Oluo."

"Ew. Fuck. Kill! I meant kill!" Petra slapped her hand over her mouth.

Nifa laughed. "No taking that back now…"

Petra shot her a fierce glare.

"Okay, okay, fine. I feel mean. You can take it back."

Petra nodded. She moved her writing things to one side just as Nifa had done, folded her arms and rested her head over them facing Nifa. "Uhh… Gunther?"

"Fuck."

"Hm, interesti—"

"Levi."

Petra's eyes widened. She blushed and quietly said, "Marry."

Nifa inclined her head at a slight angle as she looked across at Petra. "Really? I thought you'd say 'fuck'."

Petra's flush deepened. She looked embarrassed for just a moment, but then a smile crept across her face. "If I married him, I could fuck him as much as I wanted to."

Nifa blinked before returning a mischievous smile of her own. "That's true… but that also means that if you married Ness, you'd have to fuck him just as much…"

"No, it doesn't," Petra scoffed.

"Yes it does. Wifely duties," Nifa teased.

Petra blew through her lips. She shook her head.

"Anyway, it's my turn," she continued. "Keith Shadis."

"Mmm," Nifa purred, arching her back slightly. "Fuck."

"Seriously…?"

"I mean… I know he's not much of a looker," she sighed. "But have you heard him giving drill instructions? So hot."

Petra blinked as she looked back at Nifa. "What d'you mean, 'hot'? He's harsh. And cruel."

Nifa smirked. "Oh honey. You're so naive… imagine someone giving you orders like that in bed."

Petra's eyes widened again — then unfocused as she seemed to contemplate that.

Nifa watched Petra's reaction with interest. She waited a moment before saying, "Commander Erwin."

"Fuck!" Petra cried, screwing her eyes shut and gripping the pillowcase with one hand.

Nifa laughed. "You didn't even hesitate."

"You did that on purpose," she wailed.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'd fuck him, too."

Petra sighed, resting her chin on her hands. She opened her mouth to say something, but then closed it again.

"Something on your mind?" Nifa asked, curious.

"I just…" Petra swallowed. "Do you think the rumours are true? About him and Captain Levi, I mean."

Nifa looked at Petra thoughtfully. "Does it really matter if they are?"

"Guess not," Petra said glumly. "I just… I never thought it really happened. Not in real life. Between two men, I mean."

"Are you kidding?!" Nifa exclaimed. "If camping with a squad of men on long reconnaissance expeditions has taught me anything, it's that men absolutely will compromise when there's no other option."

Petra stared off into the distance as she considered that. "I find it hard to imagine Captain Levi or Commander Erwin are short of options."

Nifa huffed in amusement. "Well — you know Levi better than me." She glanced at Petra. "But I don't exactly see him inviting the ladies to queue up at his door. Maybe he doesn't even like girls."

She noticed Petra cast her gaze downwards sullenly. "Maybe not," she mumbled. Her shoulders seem to dip.

"Perhaps you should try writing something steamy about him and Erwin to make yourself feel better," Nifa suggested in a bid to try and lighten the mood.

Petra's head lifted, a look of shock on her face.

Nifa grinned. "In fact, I bet that's what you are writing, isn't it…?"

Petra gasped. Her head snapped round to face Nifa's. "It is not."

Nifa giggled. "Shame. I'd have liked to read that."

"You're impossible."

Petra shook her head and reached for her pen. Her hand collided with the ink pot beside it. Faster than she could process what was happening, it toppled onto its side, spilling bluish-black ink onto the gauze cloth and over the front of the nightstand — and sending her pen flying onto the floor between the beds.

"Shit, shit!" she exclaimed, rapidly pushing herself upright. The two women exchanged a startled glance.

Petra reached for the cloth to try and mop up some of the spill from the front of the nightstand. She pulled on it, forgetting she'd put Nifa's ink pot on it, too. It toppled over the edge of the nightstand onto the floor and rolled, spilling black ink onto the bare floorboards as it went. The ink spread and seeped into the wood wherever it went.

"Oh no. No, no, no no no —"

"Oh gosh," Nifa gasped, grabbing her sheets of blotting paper. She got onto her knees on the floor, where she lay a sheet down over part of the ink-spill. She began tearing up her remaining sheets and laying the pieces over the trail of ink, as far as she could. She ran out before she reached the place where the pot had come to a stop, at the foot of Petra's bed.

Petra shook herself back to life, from sat frozen mid-dab at the ink spill down the front of the nightstand. She dropped the cloth and reached for her own blotting paper to join Nifa on the floor, tearing it up into squares in a bid to try and blot the ink on the floor.

"Shit, it's all over my hands," said Nifa, holding them up to her face and turning them over. "And my shirt cuffs, too… shit."

"Oh no." Petra glanced up at her. "You've got it on your jodhpurs, too."

"Where?"

"There, around your knees… Oh no! It's all over me, too…"

Nifa looked at Petra. Ink stained most of her right hand; it had splashed up her sleeve and smudged around her own knees. She knelt with her hands out in front of herself, as though trying to avoid touching anything.

"We're just spreading it around. It's gonna stain. We're so fucked," Petra sighed.

Nifa sighed defeatedly with her. She shifted off her knees to a more comfortable seat, resting her back against the bed behind her.

Petra followed suit. She picked up the gauze cloth to wipe her hands on. Quickly realising this was only spreading more ink over her skin, she threw it down onto a puddle of ink neither of them had managed to cover with blotting paper. As it landed, a speck of ink splashed onto Nifa's clothes; she huffed as she looked down at it.

Petra looked apologetically up at her face.

Nifa smiled impishly. She picked up the cloth and flicked it at Petra, splashing ink spots onto the bed sheets behind her and across her shirt in a diagonal line.

"Hey!" Petra frowned as she looked down at the ink splashes, and then back over at Nifa. She reached forward and yanked the cloth from her hand to repay the favour.

Nifa giggled at her visible frustration when the cloth failed to flick out any more ink. Exasperated, Petra tossed it back down between them. She sat back sulkily for a moment, before grinning mischievously. Picking up a scrap of sodden blotting paper, she leaned across to wipe it over the front of Nifa's shirt.

"Oi!" Nifa put her arms up in an unserious attempt to block her. Both giggling, they grappled lightly for a moment until Petra – satisfied with her act of retaliation – slumped back against her bed again, smiling victoriously.

Nifa smiled back at her and sighed. She allowed herself to look Petra up and down, assessing the damage she'd done to her uniform with the ink. Then, she reached down and picked up another saturated strip of blotting paper. She placed it thoughtfully between her palms.

Petra cocked her head quizzically as she watched. "What're you doing?"

"Just thinking… this can't really get any worse," Nifa said cryptically, holding her gaze.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we should make it w—"

Nifa sprang forwards and placed her hands over Petra's breasts. Petra looked back at her, mouth agape, stunned into silence. Nifa smirked back; she gripped ever so slightly for emphasis, before pulling away to sit back against her own bed.

Petra lowered her head to look at the damage. Two perfect black hand prints shone back up at her. She glanced from one to the other, before slowly lifting her head to glower at Nifa in outrage.

As their eyes met, Nifa's expression shifted from smug to concerned.

"Oh. Shit. Too far…? I'm s—"

Before she could finish, Petra lunged forward, placing one hand directly into another ink puddle they'd failed to cover at all. She raised her free arm over Nifa, who put up both of her own to block what she thought was an incoming blow — but Petra used it to push her over onto her side, and then used her inked hand to slap her butt.

Nifa laughed in surprise. Petra chuckled. She pulled her hand back, and did it again — and again, and again, until Nifa squealed "Whoa! Stop! I get it, I get it!"

Giggling, Petra sat back on her haunches, still looking down at Nifa. Nifa slowly pushed herself upright with a smile. As Petra's laughter faded, they held each other's gaze — until Petra's eyes wandered down a little from Nifa's. She had a speck of pink icing stuck to her cheek from her doughnut.

Softly, Petra said, "You've got something on your face."

Nifa tutted. "Have I got it there as well…?" She raised a hand, as though to wipe it away — but Petra caught her arm gently by the wrist before it made contact.

"Not ink. It's icing." She leaned in and brushed it away with her thumb. Nifa gasped quietly as she touched her face.

As Petra pulled her hand back, she released Nifa's wrist and absent-mindedly licked the icing off her thumb. Then she paused — suddenly aware of how this might have looked. She glanced up nervously to check Nifa's reaction.

Nifa's skin was flushed light pink. She hadn't taken her eyes off Petra, and was now looking up at her with an uncertain sort of expectation that made Petra blush in return.

"Um. You're very close," Nifa said quietly.

"I'm sorry —"

"No. Don't be."

Nifa smiled warmly back at her. Then, without giving Petra time to think, she leaned in. Placing her hands softly either side of her face, she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to hers — gently at first, as though to test for her reaction. As she pulled away – slowly, stroking her cheeks gently with her thumbs – Petra gasped.

Nifa drew back just enough to search her face for any signs of discomfort or distress. Finding none, she held her position.

"Was that a good gasp… or a bad one?" she whispered with a slight smile.

Petra blinked back at her. Her lips parted slightly before she spoke. "I-I'm not sure," she said, a little breathlessly.

"Want me to try again, just to see…?"

Petra closed her mouth and swallowed. She nodded.

Nifa closed her eyes and leaned in again — slower this time. She hummed in surprise as she felt Petra close the distance. As their lips touched again, Petra rested a hand on the back of Nifa's head, and gently placed the other on her side. Nifa smiled against her lips before beginning to move her own against them.

Petra moaned softly from low in her throat. As they pulled apart – just briefly – she gasped. She pressed her lips to Nifa's again. Nifa's hands slid softly from her cheeks, down her neck, and onto her shoulders. She opened her eyes and smiled as she pulled back again. Their eyes met.

"I, uh," Petra started, hesitantly. "I don't know what I'm doing." She chuckled nervously.

Nifa smiled softly back at her. I can't believe this is happening, she thought to herself.

"That's fine," she whispered back. "I don't either, really. I just know I want this. Want you."

Petra smiled bashfully back as she nodded. "Yeah. Me too. I mean — I want you, too."

They held each other's gaze for a beat longer. Then, Nifa lowered a hand to Petra's hip. She patted it gently. "C'mon. Stand up. Let's get these inky clothes off and get into bed."

They found each other's hands as they rose to their feet.

Smiling as their eyes met again, Nifa said, "Here. Let me."

She released Petra's hands to carefully unbutton Petra's shirt. Petra let her arms fall by her sides, not taking her eyes of Nifa, who pushed the garment gently off her shoulders. She brought her hands to her face and kissed her again as it fell to the floor, soaking up more ink where it landed.

Petra chuckled against her lips before she pulled away. She reached up towards Nifa's collar to return the favour, but Nifa pushed her hands away. Instead, she took her hips in her hands and guided her to sit on her bed — which had yet to be stained with any ink.

As Petra watched, Nifa leaned down to unfasten the button and fly on her jodhpurs. Giving her shoulder a gentle push with the heel of one hand, Nifa said, "Lie down so I can get these off you."

Petra shifted around and lay down slowly — still not taking her eyes off Nifa's. She lifted her hips to allow her to peel off her jodhpurs in a smooth, controlled movement. Once off, Nifa let them fall from her hands onto the floor. They landed on top of her shirt.

Nifa straightened up and smiled down at Petra. She started to unbutton her own shirt. "You're gorgeous," she sighed. "The prettiest girl I've ever seen."

Petra returned a simpering smile. "Oh, thank you! You're beautiful."

Nifa blushed and turned bashfully away. Not as beautiful as you, she thought, but chose not to say it. She was pulled sharply back from her thoughts by the feel of Petra's hands working at the fastenings on her own jodhpurs, and eagerly starting to tug them down while she continued unbuttoning her shirt.

"Hm, eager, are we?" she asked, voice lowered by her escalating desire. She shrugged off her shirt and kicked off her jodhpurs. Then she climbed over Petra, one hand by her head to hold her weight as she lowered herself down.

Petra kept smiling as she looked up at her. She folded her arms around Nifa's neck and raised one knee off the mattress, slotting it between her thighs. She lifted her head to kiss Nifa again, pulling her down against herself.

Nifa kissed her back more aggressively this time, sucking and nipping at her lips and pressing the tip of her tongue between them. Petra chuckled and responded in kind, until it felt like they were devouring each other — both gasping for air each time they pulled apart. Nifa ran her hands up and down Petra's sides as they made out; Petra gripped the back of Nifa's head by the hair with one hand, while the other came to rest suggestively over the clasp on her bra strap.

Taking the hint, Nifa pulled back. Petra let go of her hair so she could sit up to remove her bra. After fumbling with the clasp for a few frustrated moments, she shrugged it forwards off her shoulders and arms. Then she reached down and hooked her fingers under Petra's, at the point where the cups met between her breasts.

"Get this off. Now," she huffed breathlessly.

Petra's response was delayed; she was staring at Nifa's nipples. They had a gorgeous olive hue, and stood erect like bullets. She wanted to reach up to grip and pull on them, but Nifa's breathy command reined her into to compliance. She arched her back off the bed and reached behind herself.

Nifa, apparently, decided Petra was taking too long. She knit her brows and groaned at the sight of her arching off the bed, and reached around her body to unhook it herself. She yanked it impatiently off, drawing Petra's arms forward as she did.

"Fuck," she gasped as Petra's firm breasts were finally exposed to her gaze. Her round, pink nipples looked so soft that Nifa couldn't help herself reaching down to cup both breasts, kneading them with the heels of her hands and letting their hard buds catch between her fingers. Lowering her head, she released one to take into her mouth, and gently began to suck on it.

"Oh —"

One of Petra's hands came to rest gently on the back of Nifa's head. The other found the small of her back, and slid down under the waistband of her panties. She started to roll her hips gently upwards towards her.

Nifa gripped gently with her teeth and pulled her head back until Petra's nipple slipped from her mouth. Placing a hand over the released breast, she moved her head over to the other one. She took the nipple into her mouth, teasing the other between her fingertips.

"Mmm — yeah…" Petra's hand slid lower and gripped her ass cheek hard, pulling it towards herself as though trying to press Nifa's hips into her own.

Nifa grunted in response. She placed her free hand over Petra's, gripping it through the fabric of her panties.

"Nifa… I want you to touch me," Petra whimpered. "But not there…"

Nifa released Petra's nipple and lifted her head to look up at her face. Petra's cheeks were red; her eyelids were heavy; her lips were parted. Nifa could hear Petra's breath; she sighed wantonly at the sight and sound of her. She moved up the bed to kiss her again quickly, cupping her cheek with one hand as she did. Then, with a nod, she shuffled down the bed.

As Nifa moved backwards Petra sat up, too. She reached down to pull off her panties, discarding them over the side of the bed. Then she lay back down, and parted her legs either side of Nifa.

"Please?" she begged as she looked up at her.

Nifa felt like her blood had been ignited. Without really meaning to, she growled as she leaned forward to place her hands on Petra's spread thighs.

"Fuck me — you're so beautiful," she said as she lowered her face to her pussy. Gently pushing back the flock of red curls that covered her folds with her thumb, she knitted her brows at the sight of them, glistening and twitching in anticipation. How the fuck is she even letting me do this…?

She tentatively placed a fingertip under the hood of Petra's clit and stroked it gently, with only the tiniest of movements. Petra's breath hitched, and her hips wiggled. Nifa almost sat upright in shock at how easy it seemed to elicit that response — but she forced herself to stay cool.

She licked the end of her finger and repeated the action. Petra moaned this time, and rocked her pelvis as though trying to pull away.

Moving in closer, Nifa snaked an arm under one of her thighs and over her hip, bringing that hand to rest over her belly. "Mm, can I taste you?" she asked huskily.

"Fuck! Yes! Just don't stop touching me…" Petra whined. Her breath was ragged now. She reached up with her hands to grip the bed frame behind her head.

Nifa drew a deep breath.

She kissed the hood of Petra's clit gently first, testing for her reaction. Petra sighed in satisfaction. Nifa kissed it again – a little harder this time – and then again; letting her tongue slip out from between her lips to hook under it.

Petra moaned softly.

Nifa drew back slightly to wet her lips. Then, she pressed them over Petra's clit. She parted them to draw back the hood, and began running her tongue over it in different shapes, varying the pressure to see what drew the strongest response out of her.

At first, Petra moaned in a soft, steady rhythm however Nifa moved. As Nifa grew bolder, she applied more pressure and began to suck a little. She felt the tension in Petra's body change as she started to gasp and moan louder, and gripped the bed frame harder to brace herself.

She felt her own pussy ache more and more as she continued her ministrations. Fuck, am I gonna cum just from doing this to her…?

As an experiment, she pulled back from Petra's clit and tried sweeping her tongue between her inner lips. Petra let out a disappointed-sounding whine. Her head shot up suddenly. "What are you doing? Don't stop what you were doing —" she shrieked, almost hysterically.

"Okay! I'm sorry. I just thought it might feel g—" Her sentence was cut off by her own eagerness to seal her mouth back over Petra's clit.

"Ah —! Fuck! Yes!" Petra squealed as her head fell back down onto the pillow. She gripped the metal bars of the bed frame tighter, and ground her pussy into Nifa's face.

Nifa gripped Petra's thighs with both hands to hold her still. Petra began rock her pelvis involuntarily up towards her mouth, which Nifa found particularly destabilising. But she was now determined to have Petra finish on her face.

Petra's moans and curses stopped abruptly. She held her breath. Nifa felt the tension in her abdomen increase.

C'mon. Just a little more…

Gently – so gently – she sucked a little harder.

Petra's spine rounded. Moments later, she screamed.

Nifa rolled her shoulders forwards to keep her mouth in contact with her as she worked her through her orgasm. Petra continued screaming for what seemed like far too long for the lung capacity of a woman her size, until finally, she cursed and collapsed, panting and sweating — boneless against the mattress. She released the bars of the bed frame and languidly wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of one hand.

Nifa shuffled back onto her knees between Petra's spread legs. She reached up to wipe the sweat from her own brow, then her mouth, with the backs of her hands.

"You're incredible," she huffed as she gazed down at Petra, smiling.

"I'm incredible?" Petra sighed as she opened her eyes. "You're amazing."

Nifa chuckled as she lowered herself back down over Petra and kissed her, letting her taste herself.

"I guess that was okay, then," she mumbled playfully against her lips.

"Better than okay," Petra purred. "Better than anything I've ever experienced."

Nifa growled as she claimed Petra's mouth again — breaching her lips with her tongue, emboldened. Petra folded her arms around her once again — then flipped Nifa onto her back, settling astride her.

"Fuck," Nifa gasped. Petra pulled away, smiling smugly down at her.

"Your turn," she said in a sultry tone.

Nifa's expression softened. "You don't have to. If you don't want to. Just because I —"

"Can I try something different, actually?" Petra asked softly.

"Sure, what?"

"I wanna see what it feels like to put my fingers inside you."

"Okay."

Petra smiled. She leaned down to kiss Nifa tenderly, and chuckled contentedly as she pulled away to shuffle down the bed. Without ceremony, she pulled Nifa's panties off and pushed her legs apart, before settling between them.

"Thank you for letting me do this," she said – a little bashfully – as she glanced up at Nifa's face.

Nifa gave a slight shrug. "My pleasure, I guess." Her breath caught as she felt Petra tentatively press two fingers either side of her pussy lips in an attempt to part them. She carefully slid one exploratory finger between them, and flicked it gently upwards.

Nifa sighed gently. "That feels nice," she said encouragingly.

Petra smiled. She drew it back to insert a second.

"It's not how I imagined it would feel," she mused.

"No?" Nifa asked. "What does it feel like, then…?"

"It's like —"

"PETRA!"

The door of the room flew open. Standing behind it was Captain Levi, slightly breathless — as though he'd rushed to get there. "There you are. Are you alright? I heard—"

He stopped dead in his tracks as his mind caught up to the scene before him.

Petra froze as she looked over at him; mouth agape, two fingers knuckle-deep in Nifa. Nifa lifted her head to see why Petra had stopped moving; she turned her head slowly around to follow her eyeline.

"Uh, hi Captain," they both said, smiling sheepishly.