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Simone stomped down the hall of the Hail Mary, her heavy footsteps echoing off the clean walls. She rounded the corner from the hallway into the lab, gripping her jacket to her body.
"Why the fuck is it so cold, Rylie?"
The frantic blonde currently messing with the electronics in the wall jumped in surprise, her glasses swinging from her ear as she turned. Why she chose to wear her glasses like that still didn't make sense to Simone.
"I'm trying to fix it! None of the systems have failed like this before, I don't know why it's happening!"
Rocky tapped the bottom of his clunky ball with a claw. "Ship move much while save Simone. Maybe ship damaged, systems damaged. Might explain temperature irregularity."
"But we fixed everything already! The hull is still in one piece, everything's been recalibrated, why is this failing now?"
"Not know. Human technology inefficient, statement."
Grace grumbled, chewing on the pad of her thumb as she thought.
Back when Grace and Rocky picked up Simone, they had to do an…interesting maneuver to rescue her, as Simone would put it. The submarine she was trapped in spun rapidly and wildly in the void of space, and Grace had to line the ships up while they were spinning. They used xenonite clamps and seals to lock the rusting sub to the Hail Mary. The motions from slowing the two vessels down with just the Hail Mary's engines put a strain on the ship. A lot of different sensors and delicate equipment needed to be recalibrated, and she thought she had gone through all of them. Apparently it also broke their thermostat, causing the HVAC system to pump in way too much cold air.
"Well can you fix it?" Simone interrupted.
"Maybe? I don't know, I'm not a mechanic!"
Simone rolled her eyes, leaning on the wall as she pulled her jacket tighter. Nothing she wore fit her quite right, but it wasn't an unfamiliar feeling to her. Clothes never quite fit right on Eden either, since nothing was made with sizes in mind. Just clothes for people to alter as they needed. She currently wore the clothes of the ship's late pilot, who was supposedly taller than Grace. The shirt and pants pulled tighter across her body than she liked, but also felt awkwardly too long. At least the jacket was large enough that she could wrap more of the fabric over her body. The left arm sleeve hung limply, tied around itself at her elbow. Rylie wore a hoodie with her wool cardigan overtop, sleeves rolled up to inspect the electronics. Her hands were shivering, like they might freeze off if they didn't warm up soon.
The overall temperature of the Hail Mary interior had reached 46°F. Simone also wasn't unfamiliar with the feeling of being cold. With the stars gone from the sky, it removed all of the warmth from the void that surrounded them. The stars used to heat up their stations, the ship's equipment was enough to keep them warm whenever the sunlight didn't reach them. However, once the stars vanished, it removed all of that warmth. Even the heat of the equipment on Eden sometimes wasn't enough to keep everybody warm. Simone grew up living in a world where heat was a luxury, and a luxury she certainly didn't have.
Rylie fidgeted with the control panel, the thermostat reading the current temperature way lower what it's supposed to be.
"I don't think there's anything wrong with the HVAC system itself, I think the thermostat panel is broken. It won't change the temperature no matter how I calibrate it."
"Then how do we fix it?"
"Rocky can make new panel! Will take time, but replace panel fix temperature problem, question?"
"Oh, yeah, that'll fix it! Do you need this one to make the replacement?"
"Yes, need old panel. New panel more efficient."
Grace nodded and flicked the kill switch for the panel. It didn't turn off the HVAC system itself, so everything would still be cold for a while. But Simone preferred freezing her tits off to overheating. Being hot just reminded her of being in that miserable hunk of iron.
"It's better to leave it running than to let everything get hot. I don't wanna shock the equipment with the temperature change." Grace spoke while she disconnected the panel, unscrewing it from the wall and untwisting the wires.
She walked the device over to Rocky's equipment chamber in the lab, with Simone trailing behind. The chamber was a small xenonite box separate from both atmospheres that allowed him to work on small pieces of technology using gloves and robot arms. That way he wouldn't damage any electronics or equipment that functioned in the human atmosphere but not the eridian atmosphere. He was probably going to use it as a reference instead of actually working on it, but it was better to keep it intact while he figured out how it worked.
"How long do you think it'll take?" Grace asked, putting her glasses back on her nose and shoving her hands inside her cardigan pockets.
"Hm, not know. Few hours. Will consult Earth-Thinking-Machine. Go regulate body temperature, I work."
Grace sighed. Simone could tell she wasn't happy with that answer, but there wasn't anything they could do to help. The ship would simply be really cold for a while. Yay.
Simone wandered around the ship in an attempt to keep her blood flowing and her body warmer. It wasn't a perfect solution, but it felt better than just sitting in the lab waiting for Rocky to finish. The lab and cockpit were the warmest places on the ship, having equipment that naturally radiated heat, but she didn't like sitting in one place to warm up. They didn't even give off that much heat. She eventually found her way to the dormitory, seeing Grace currently bundled in as many blankets as she could find with a laptop sitting in front of her playing some movie.
"Got enough blankets over there?" Simone joked.
Grace looked up, and despite all of her blankets and jackets and whatever else was under there, she was still shivering. She looked Simone up and down, who looked mildly inconvenienced with only two jackets on top of her regular attire.
"How are you not f-freezing?" Her teeth chattered as she spoke.
"I grew up cold. Heat was expensive, station couldn't afford the resources to keep the whole place warm all the time."
Grace looked back at her laptop, still shivering. She looked…ashamed? Like she asked a stupid question and got an obvious answer, but Simone couldn't tell why. It wasn't a stupid question. They had grown up in entirely different worlds with different lifestyles and cultures. It wasn't stupid to forget that Grace grew up on the comfort of Earth where the temperature of a room could be whatever she wanted on a whim.
Whatever train of thought Simone had was derailed by the sound of Grace's teeth chattering together. The sound was grating to her, even from across the room. It reminded her of the countless times she sat shivering in a forgotten corner on Eden, tucked away behind one of the heating vents. She hated people thinking she was weak for not being able to handle the cold when everyone else was comfortably used to it, so she hid. Simone used to cling to her mom for warmth, but that ended when she started taking on more responsibilities for Eden.
She couldn't take it anymore. Simone walked over to her cot, grabbing her blanket and standing next to Grace's bed, who looked up at her in confusion.
"Move over. If I have to hear your teeth chattering like that any longer I will break something."
"O-Oh, I'm sorry-"
"Don't apologize, just move."
Grace shifted over, and opened up her little blanket nest. Simone could tell she didn't want to by the way the chilly air hit her, but Simone slid underneath and draped the extra blanket around them to trap as much heat as possible. Grace shifted closer to Simone, moving slowly to try and not startle her.
"What are you watching?" Simone asked.
"Mamma Mia, it's one of my favorite movies! It's a jukebox movie musical about a girl who's getting married, but she-" She glanced over at Simone to see her confused expression.
"I don't know what any of that means."
"Oh, right. A musical is a story told through song and dance, usually on a stage though, and a jukebox musical is a type of musical that uses already established and popular music in it's story instead of writing new songs for it like most musicals do, and-"
"What's the story?" Simone interrupted.
"Oh, um, sorry. It's about this girl that's getting married, and she wants her dad to be there, but she's never met her dad before. So she found in her mom's old diary that she had three potential fathers, and she's invited all of them to the wedding! Classic rom-com stuff, y'know."
Simone is quiet while she processes the plot. It didn't really make sense to her, but none of the movies Grace had shown her made sense. Consuming movies and media like this wasn't something that existed while she was growing up on Eden. They didn't have time to waste relaxing, let alone watching something for the sake of enjoyment. Everything always had to have purpose on Eden.
Grace had gestured with her hands while she talked, and they were currently shaking as she held them to her chest. It wasn't as annoying as the teeth chattering, which had thankfully stopped, but it was still something that itched at Simone's brain. She knew Rylie did these things a lot, moving her hands, chewing on her glasses, or fidgeting all the time, and Simone weirdly enjoyed watching her. Something about how she wasn't able to sit still was fascinating to her. But the way her hands shook now felt like less of her natural fidgeting and more like being unable to handle the temperature. Jeez, she really can't take the cold.
Simone moved her arm between Grace's hands, who looked over at her in confusion.
"Put your hands up my sleeve, they'll warm up faster," Simone said, looking away as she felt a blush creep up her neck.
She couldn't see Grace's face, but nothing happened. She couldn't even feel Grace breathing through the shifting of the blankets. Simone turned her head to look at her, Grace's eyes darting between her arm and her face. She hesitantly reached out and rolled up Simone's sleeve, her hands hovering over her arm as Grace looked into her eyes.
"A-are you sure-"
"Just do it before I change my mind."
Grace obliged, her hands sliding underneath the fabric and settling on her bicep, her fingers delicately wrapping around her muscle. Simone flinched at the chill of her skin, but settled into her touch, resting her hand on Grace's lap. Holy shit they're cold.
It had been a really long time since she'd been this close with anyone, and it felt weird to let her guard down like this, but Simone really liked Rylie. She had shown her so much kindness and patience these past few weeks, and as weird as it was to feel appreciated for the first time in a long time, she'd gotten comfortable with it. Everything was different here. No one was trying to kill her, and even though they'd never see another human again, they had each other to look after. Simone felt indebted to her, she'd been trying to make up for all of Grace's acts of selflessness by helping out around the ship. Cleaning up around the lab, bringing Grace food when she forgot to eat because she was too sucked into a project, and spending time together like this. Anything to prove she wasn't the hopeless cause Simone was when they found her.
She tried ignoring the strange feelings bubbling in her chest, instead focusing on the movie. Sophie, the soon to be bride, told her three potential fathers to stay hidden in the attic for a while as she escaped out the window. Her mother Donna peaked through the trapdoor in the ceiling to see the men she used to be with when she was younger. And then she starts singing and Simone doesn't really know what's happening anymore. The music is fun at least, nothing like anything Simone had ever heard of, but she wasn't complaining. Rylie started humming along with Donna's singing. And then she started muttering the lyrics of the song to herself.
"Mamma mia, here I go again. My, my, how can I resist ya?~"
She's singing? Why is she singing? She can sing? Simone's brain short circuits when Grace leans her head on her shoulder, feeling the soft vibrations of her voice leaving a tingling sensation in her arm. Simone stretched her hand out and gently cupped at Grace's thigh, greedily pulling her a little closer. Whatever this feeling was, she needed more of it.
Grace's breath hitched as she stopped singing, the song continuing on. Her grip on her arm tightened a little, Simone felt her skin gently being fidgeted with. Simone bit back a moan as Grace's fingers wandered a little higher up her arm. As much as she loved the feeling of Rylie touching her, she also desperately missed the softness of her voice as she sang.
"You…um…don't have to stop. Singing, that is." Simone muttered, barely a whisper.
She felt Grace's face getting warmer as she leaned into her shoulder. Her voice quietly continued singing, her fingers shifting every now and then. Simone could feel through the blanket that Grace was also tapping her leg to the music. Eventually, the song came to an end when Donna fell through the roof, coming face to face with her three ex-lovers. Grace's fidgeting stopped as she leaned further into Simone, who was begging for there to be another musical number.
The movie continued on, musical numbers coming and going, Grace continuing to hum them before softly singing them. Simone was interested in the story, but she couldn't focus on it for long. Grace kept fidgeting and breathing onto her arm, lulling Simone's brain into a haze. And then one particular number came on where Sophie and her fiance Sky are singing about their love to each other. She clams up, letting Sky sing his part of the song in peace. The song built up to the chorus, Sophie finally singing, and Grace joining her in the melody.
"Don't go wasting your emotion, lay all your love on me~"
Grace's right hand climbed further up Simone's arm, eventually resting on her clavicle and gently brushing her fingers against her skin. Simone wanted more of her. No, she needed more of her. She needed to feel Grace's hands running up and down her body. Tangling her fingers in her hair and gripping her skin until it left bruises. The lyrics started feeling a lot more personal when Grace shifted her thighs closer to Simone.
Simone had stopped thinking about the movie entirely. Grace's hands were so far up her sleeve, barely cold from the warmth of Simone's skin. She hadn't had the desire to be this close with anyone before. Simone had been with people before, but those were always moments of lustful desperation. Mutually beneficial arrangements where they could let off steam without strings. Some of her partners would take their time, but only enough for touches to linger, never feelings. She'd never wanted anything to linger until she met Grace. Every little touch and glance had been lingering with Simone ever since she met her. If she didn't start talking, she might've imploded from the tension.
"Hands still cold?" Simone joked, trying to sound casual.
Grace froze, her breathing stopping entirely as she realized how close to Simone she had gotten. Simone could hear the gears turning in her head as she thought of what to say. Uh oh. Was that not casual? Is this how people…flirt? Am I supposed to flirt? Is this how you do it?
"You know, um, skin-to-skin contact is much better at, uh, exchanging heat," she muttered as the movie went on.
"So, you're telling me you wanna strip and hug me until we fix the heat?" She joked.
She didn't need to see Grace's face to know it was beet red right now. Simone was mostly bluffing, Grace probably didn't have the confidence to do something like that. A few days earlier, Simone had walked out of the shower with just a towel around her waist, and Grace couldn't get a coherent string of words out as she tried telling her to put a shirt on. There wasn't any harm in hoping, but Grace probably would just-
"I'd like that," Grace whispered.
Simone's breathing stuttered for a moment. Rylie…wanted this? Rylie Grace wanted this? It felt like something out of a dream. She might've pinched herself if her arm wasn't currently pinned.
"Okay…" she said, her voice barely a breath.
Simone pulled her arm away from her, Grace released her grip on her bicep and leaned away from her. Simone immediately missing her warmth, but it was a worthy sacrifice. They each started undoing their layers of clothing, facing slightly away from each other as they stripped down to their underwear. While Grace was fumbling her way out of her last jacket (she apparently wore FOUR?), she leaned forward and paused the movie, continuing to face the laptop as she took her pants off.
"I…um…were you…" Grace stuttered.
"Just spit it out." Simone said as she ripped her shirt off.
"Were you…paying much attention to the movie? Like, do you wanna keep watching it?"
"I was enjoying it…but, I uh…" She looked over at the back of Grace's head as it slightly turned back towards her. "I liked you singing more."
A few moments passed before Rylie replied. "That works for me."
Grace grabbed the laptop, scrolled over to the music application, and put on a playlist. Specifically the Mamma Mia soundtrack and set it to shuffle. Man she really liked Mamma Mia. Simone didn't mind. The music was nice, but hearing Grace sing was even better.
Simone pulled her pants off and threw them at the edge of the bed, feeling the shiver of the cold hit her skin. Grace turned around, currently stripped down into her sports bra and panties, and stared blankly at Simone's chest, her face fully flushed. Simone wasn't wearing a bra, she never did. Limited resources and limited clothing options meant she never had anything that quite fit, and found taping them was more comfortable. Besides, there wasn't much of a need to secure them when not much happened on the Hail Mary.
"I thought you said skin-to-skin contact was more effective." Simone teased.
The playlist began, it's music carrying through the weak laptop speakers. Simone glanced over to the screen, but couldn't understand the name. Voulez-Vou? The hell does that mean? Grace crawled over to her, wrapping the blankets around them as she hesitantly straddled Simone's legs. Unexpected, but Simone wasn't going to tell her to stop. Grace's arms pulled her into a hug, shuttering as the warmth of their skin pressed together. Simone almost moaned again as Grace sung into her shoulder.
"People everywhere, A sense of expectation hanging in the air~"
As she continued singing, her hips slowly began to grind forward into Simone to the beat of the song. The feeling of Grace's breath on her shoulder and neck was already driving her crazy. Simone's hand rested on her hip, guiding her along with the rhythm. She'd never expected Rylie to be this bold, but she wasn't going to tell her to stop now. Grace's nails dug a little into the back of Simone's shoulders as she held on to her. Her voice grew in volume as she got to the chorus.
"Voulez-vous, Take it now or leave it, Now is all we get, Nothing promised, No regrets~
Voulez-vous, Ain't no big decision, You know what to do, La question c'est voulez-vous~"
Simone bucked her hips up into her as best as she could while Grace rode on top of her. The friction of their legs rubbing against each other made her pull Grace a little closer. As Grace grinded into her, Simone's boxers started riding further up her thighs, allowing her bare skin to feel Grace's. The arms of her glasses rubbed against Simone's cheek, the coolness of the metal added another sensation to focus on. She couldn't hold back the moans anymore as Grace thrusted against her with more force.
Despite Grace's motions, her singing continued, and she sounded so beautiful. The voices from the song on the laptop didn't exist anymore to Simone. Grace occasionally fumbled the lyrics, misspeaking or not being on time, but Simone didn't care. Moans occasionally broke through her singing, but she picked the lyrics back up as if she hadn't flubbed them. The sensation was incredible, she was wondering why the hell they hadn't done this sooner. Why the hell hadn't I heard Grace singing before? Why had I never asked her?
A warm and tingly sensation started to build in Simone's lower abdomen. She continued lifting her hips into Grace with the music, chasing the growing feeling below. She couldn't hear herself think anymore over the sound of Grace's singing. Simone knew she was already getting close, she could feel the wetness pooling in her underwear from the friction of their movements. Simone was amazed at how Grace let herself go like this, she never seemed like the kind of person to be this interested in sex, especially not like this. Was she getting close? Was she enjoying this? Her thoughts were cut off by one of Grace's hands coming up to Simone's hair and softly stroking it.
The melody of the song changed, shifting up a key as Grace continued. Her thrusting didn't speed up, but she was more forceful and powerful every time their hips crashed together. How the hell Grace had this much strength amazed Simone. How she had this much stamina to do this while singing amazed her more. Grace sung louder now, turning her head away from Simon to avoid singing directly in her ear. She wouldn't have been upset if Grace damaged her eardrums in any way, but she would've been upset at herself for not being able to hear her singing anymore. Her thighs twitched and bucked into Grace desperately. The fabric of her boxers bunching along her hips gave her just enough friction to take her over the edge as the song finished.
She came, moaning hard and leaning into Grace, gripping her waist tightly as she rode through her orgasm. Pleasure washed over her, rippling down her legs and up her torso. Simone leaned back against the wall, pressing the blankets between her, Grace relaxing into her as she gently cupped her back with her hands.
The next song continued playing, something about wanting a man after night, Simone couldn't tell and she didn't care. Grace didn't sing, just settling for leaning into her shoulder and breathing heavily. They were exhausted just from that.
"Fuckin' hell that was amazing." Simone panted.
Grace chuckled at the praise. "I didn't think my singing was that good."
"Wasn't just your singing."
Grace slowly peeled herself off of Simone, her hands resting against her shoulders as she looked down at her, slightly confused. Her glasses sat askew on her face, sweat dripping down her face. Her hair was ruffled and messy, clinging to the nape of her neck and on her forehead. God, how does she look so cute right now?
"What do you mean?" Grace said, cocking her head to the side. She was asking out of genuine curiosity.
How? Did she not realize she got me off from that? No, that can't be right, shes literally sitting on my thighs. How can she not feel anything down there?
"Did you not…realize what you were doing?"
Grace's expression grew more puzzled. There's no way she's this stupid.
"You were…moving during all that, you know that right?"
"I was? I guess I was, I kinda got lost in the music."
Yup, she's this stupid.
"Rylie, look down."
She did as she was instructed, and realization grew on her face as she spotted the growing wet spot pooling between Simone's thighs. She was dripping, an off-white stream flowing through her underwear and between her legs, meeting Grace's panties. God, Simone could only imagine what she looked like underneath Grace right now. Sweat dripping down her tits, her hair a wet mess, and pathetically leaking all over herself through her boxers. Grace had never blushed as hard as she was blushing now. Simone giggled at the sight.
"Shiitake mushrooms, I didn't do that on purpose, I should've asked, Ohmygod, I'm so-"
"Relax blondie, I never told you to stop."
"I didn't give you to the chance to, I just kept going, I was just-"
"Hey, hey," Simone's hand came up to her face and gently cupped her jaw. "It's okay, I would've stopped you if I didn't like it."
She could tell Grace's mind was racing right now, probably in shock that she got someone off by grinding into them and singing the Mamma Mia soundtrack in their ear. Her breathing was uneasy, eyes darting between Simone's. Simone gently pulled her head closer to her face and gently planted a kiss to her lips.
Grace must've paused her overthinking as she fully leaned into her mouth. A hand wrapped around Simone's neck, another planted on her sternum between her breasts. Simone melted into her touch, chasing her lips every time Grace broke away to breathe. Kissing Grace was addicting, like a drug she never wanted to give up. Simone had imagined kissing Grace for a while, but had been trying to push down those feelings, worrying Grace didn't feel the same. But the way Grace was kissing her now made her forget she ever thought Grace wasn't interested.
They finally released their grip on each other, staring deeply at each other as their foreheads met. Grace's eyes were a murky blue, like what she'd always imagined Earth's skies looked like. Bright and hazy, lighter flecks in her irises resembled clouds. Her pupils were dilated, but her eyes somehow glowed.
"You liked it?" Grace asked worryingly.
Simone almost threw out a sarcastic 'Did you see the mess I just made? Isn't that enough of an answer?' but the soft concern on Grace's face inclined her to soothe her worries. Grace had a tendency to overthink everything.
"I liked it. I like you."
She guided Grace's face back to hers, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. Grace leaned into her touch, kissing Simone's neck in reply.
They sat, loosely letting their hands wander across their skin, feeling each other's warmth under their touch. Their lips would meet every now and then, but their kisses weren't resigned exclusively for their mouth. Simone loved the feeling of Grace gently sucking on her neck, occasionally licking whenever she lingered on a spot. Simone's hand traced down the blonde's back, feeling the ridges of her spine with her fingertips. Grace shuttered at the feeling, moaning softly into her shoulder.
Simone had just unlocked this new side of Grace, and she loved how she felt against her touch. She wanted to make Grace feel good, like she had just done for Simone.
"Did you…did you want me to return the favor?" Simone asked tentatively.
"O-Oh, um. You don't- I mean if you want to- not that you have to, um-"
"You don't have to want it, even if I do. I just…wanted to do something for you. You've done so much for me."
Her thoughts slipped back, worrying she didn't want this. Grace sat back again, looking into Simone's eyes as she considered. Simone's hand came up to Grace's face and adjusted the position of her glasses, letting them sit properly on her face instead of crooked. She looked stupidly cute when they didn't sit right, but this gave her an excuse to keep touching her.
"I'd like that…"
Simone couldn't help but smile.
Simone guided her off her legs as Grace awkwardly took her panties off while they were still in their blanket fort. How it hadn't collapsed and exposed them to the frigid elements of the Hail Mary was a miracle. Grace tossed her underwear to the edge of the bed with the rest of their clothes, and settled on Simone's leg. Her thighs were already sweating, and she was already wet by the looks of it. Simone's hand came up to her breast and gently squeezed it through the fabric, wondering why she hadn't taken her bra off.
"Oh, r-right," Grace stuttered. Her hands came up to the elastic and pulled the whole thing off her head, throwing the bra somewhere behind her. She shifted as she sat on Simone's thigh, looking a little uncomfortable. Like she'd never exposed herself like this before.
"Have you ever been with anyone before?" Simone asked, lost in thought as she softly fondled her breast. Maybe she should've asked it before they got carried away like this…
Grace's hands fidgeted, picking at her cuticles and massaging her knuckles. She looked off to the side, spacing out a little while she hesitated. She opened her mouth to speak a few times, but kept closing her mouth. Simone looked back up at her face, Grace's eyes meeting hers.
"I…um, had a girlfriend during my university days, but we didn't…do much, y'know. She…she always talked about how she wished I was…different. Feistier, bigger, skinnier, more…into her, I don't know. Constantly complained about how my tits weren't big enough…" One of her hands came up to her mouth as she bit at her fingernails.
"I don't really know why we were together, I don't think she really liked me…" Grace muttered.
Something about how deflated Grace sounded enraged something inside Simone. Out of all the people she'd been with, Grace was the prettiest, no competition. Her arms were toned and strong while her stomach and thighs felt soft and squishy. She had a stunning body, gorgeous hair, and perfect eyes. But she was funny, gentle, and the most considerate person Simone had ever known. And she was brilliant, a scientist that was so smart in her field that she got shot into space where she met an honest to god alien. She was saving entire planets out here. She was anyone with a functioning brain's wet dream. And the thought of Grace being with someone that made her feel nothing but insecure and ashamed of herself made Simone's blood boil.
"Fuck her," Simone said, venom stinging her words. Grace's eyes shot up, a little surprised at her reaction. "She's a piece of shit that isn't worth wasting your breath on."
She leaned forward and cupped her hand around Grace's jaw. "Fuckin' hell, you're stunning Rylie. You're brave, smart, and gorgeous. I owe you my life for everything you've done for me. You're perfect as you are."
The corners of Grace's eyes collected her tears, softly falling down her face. Simone's thumb came up and gently wiped a tear away. Her hand came down and wrapped around her waist, pulling her into a hug, which Grace reciprocated. Her hands wrapped around Simone's lower back, and nestled her head in the crook of her neck. Simone pressed a kiss to her temple. They sat like that for a few moments, finding the comfort in each other's warmth.
Grace leaned out of the hug, wiping away at her eyes and nose with the palm of her hand. "Didn't mean to get off track," She chuckled. "Do you…still want to do this?"
"Been wanting to get my hands on you for a while, of course I do."
Simone's hand pressed into Grace's thigh, not firm enough to hurt her, but enough pressure to allow a groan to escape her throat. Simone stared into her eyes, silently asking for permission. They both wanted this, but she didn't want to mess this up and ruin it for them. Grace nodded lazily, sitting a little further up on Simone's thigh. The brunette's hand came up to her mouth, licking her middle and ring fingers while she intently stared at the blonde. Her eyes wandered up and down as she sucked, drinking in the beautiful sight of Rylie Grace before her.
She slowly removed her hand from her mouth, leaving a trail of spit back to her mouth. Grace shuttered, Simone could already feel how hot and bothered she was getting by how her legs shifted. She moved her hand down between Grace's thighs. She reached her arm out to steady Grace's shoulders as she entered, but only found her stump awkwardly bumping against her arm instead. Grace giggled, and reached her arms out to hold onto Simone instead. She stared at Grace expectingly, asking for her permission every step of the way. Grace nodded again and lifted herself a little higher over Simone's thigh.
She gently stroked her cunt, Grace gasping in reply. She was already so wet, practically dripping all over Simone's thigh. Her fingers slid up to her clit, slowly circling around it and pressing into it. Grace leaned forward, her head resting on Simone's shoulder as she whined. Simone froze, worrying she wasn't enjoying it, but Grace's hips thrusting into her hand convinced her to keep going. Her fingers slid down and gently coaxed her open, sliding inside of Grace.
Grace moaned into her shoulder, burying her head into the other's neck. Simone felt her blonde hair rubbing against her cheek, and she really missed having a second hand. She wanted to run her fingers through her hair while she fucked her with her fingers. She wanted to grip at her shorter locks and draw more moans out of her. She slid her fingers in up to her knuckles, another weak noise escaping Grace's throat. Simone flexed her fingers into a V, stretching her out. Grace's thighs twitched as she groaned, sinking herself further onto her fingers.
Simone took that as an invitation, sliding in her index finger and curling her hand inside of Grace. Simone couldn't describe the noise that left Grace's lips, but it was music to her ears.
"Ohmygod Si, keep doing that, I'm begging you-"
Grace's breathy pleading was cut off as Simone repeated the motion, burying her fingers as far into her as she could, Grace moaning loudly into her ear. She leaned up and caught Simone's earlobe with her teeth and gently tugged. Simone pressed her head into the wall, exposing more of her neck to Grace, who abandoned her ear for the new area of skin presenting itself to her. She sucked and licked at Simone's neck as her hips rode on her fingers. Simone didn't need to do anything, Grace probably would've fucked herself on Simone's hand if she wanted. But Simone didn't want that, she wanted to give Grace the pleasure that she gave Simone earlier.
Simone's thumb met her clit and slowly started stroking it back and forth while she pumped into Grace with her other fingers. Grace stopped assaulting her neck and let out a long moan, sliding her head back onto Simone's shoulder. She was breathing heavily as her body trembled. Her right hand shifted it's grip from Simone's stump over to her breast and started fondling it as she babbled incoherently.
Grace was getting close, the way her body shook as her movements became more erratic and desperate. Simone could feel that familiar warmth bubbling in her abdomen again, but she couldn't afford to chase down her own orgasm when she Grace falling apart to get hers. She was willing to make the sacrifice for the sake of Grace, who sounded incredible. Simone thought her voice was beautiful when she sung earlier, but the noises she was making now? Absolutely delicious. They'd be playing on repeat in her head for the next few days, or at least until she could get her hands on Grace again.
Grace's moaning and gasping raised higher and higher in pitch until her body gripped Simone as she came into her hand. Her thighs gripped Simone's leg as she held onto her shoulder, tears falling down the corners of her eyes from the overstimulation. Her moaning was music to Simone's ears, her hand slowly pumped in and out to fully ride out her orgasm, only pulling out when Grace slumped against her body. Simone wrapped her arm around her body, but stopped once she realized her hand was literally covered in Grace's cum, spilling out of her hand and dripping everywhere. She set her hand back down on her thigh and patiently waited for Grace to come down from her high, as she was currently drooling onto Simone's shoulder.
Grace eventually twisted her head around and looked up at Simone through her eyelashes, flashing her a goofy smile. Simone couldn't help returning the expression.
"Holy mackerel that was amazing," Grace muttered.
"You did half the work, y'know?"
"You had your hand inside me. What, you expected me to sit still?" She giggled.
Grace's hand came up to Simone's face, gently tucking her hair behind her ear. She looked at Simone like she was a work of art. It was strange to feel appreciated like this, like someone worthy of being looked at like this. Grace was the kindest person she had ever met, but Simone still saw herself as the convict rotting in a cell in a C.O.I. prison. She didn't think she deserved it. Grace's expression softened, noticing how Simone's smile dropped. She sat up and cupped her jaw, pulling Simone into a somber kiss.
Simone wiped her hand against the blanket beneath them and brought her hand up to Grace's face. It was still sticky and a little wet, but she didn't care. She grabbed Rylie's glasses off her face and gently tossed them to the edge of the bed, and pressed soft kisses to her lips. They sat their like that, lazily making out as they held each other. It was nice, Simone could've spent the rest of her life right here in this moment, and she would've been content.
However, she suddenly became aware that she was sticky everywhere. Her underwear felt itchy and gross, her thigh was literally dripping from Grace, and she was covered in sweat. She was definitely going to need a shower. They both were. Was it too soon to ask Rylie to shower together? Before she got the chance to say something, the pair froze as they heard the clunking of Rocky's ball approaching them.
"Humans done mating, question?"
"OH MY GOD ROCKY, PRIVACY!" Grace shouted, practically squeaking.
"Thermostat replacement completed already. Had to wait. Humans noisy and leaky."
"ROCKY! GET OUT!" She yelled again.
"Don't humans want temperature problem fixed, question?"
Grace made a few strangled noises, trying to figure out what to say.
"We'll be there soon, just give us a minute." Simone said calmly.
Rocky grumbled in annoyance that he'd still need to wait to see if his repairs would work, but he reluctantly rolled back over to the lab. Grace turned back to Simone, blushing profusely. She pressed her forehead against her shoulder, whining in embarrassment.
"How do you sound so calm about this?"
"Dunno, it's not the weirdest thing that's happened to me."
Grace groaned into Simone's shoulder.
"Hey, you go install the new panel, and I'll clean up, alright?" She asked. Grace's head twisted up and stared at her, biting the inside of her cheek as she considered Simone's proposal.
Simone leaned over to Grace's ear and whispered. "I'll even save you a spot in the shower, if you're interested."