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The sun had just begun to dip below the horizon of Dock Town when Rook finally managed to convince Neve to stay in Minrathous a little bit longer. Come on, a single drink can’t hurt, she’d said, because if you ask her, they really do deserve a break. The Gods will just have to wait, she tells herself and Neve, though the latter only regards her with a pointed look.

Still, she considers herself victorious when the bar Neve had picked finally comes into view. It’s not the Cobbled Swan for once, because despite it serving decent drinks and offering good entertainment, it also comes with a big risk of being recognized—not a bad thing per se, but it would not be beneficial for their plan of not thinking about saving the world for once.

The sign above the entrance glows and flickers in the ever-present rain of Dock Town and Rook can’t wait to be in a warm, dry place again. The evening chill has managed to easily make its way into her Crow leathers, and she wishes she’d brought a cape at least.

"After you," Neve says, holding the wooden door to the bar open for Rook to step through with a grin and a little flourish. Rook makes sure to accidentally brush her hand against Neve’s waist as she passes by, hiding a smile behind her dark locks.

The door creaks shut behind them, and Rook looks up, taking in the ambiance of the bar. The scent of alcohol and smoke hangs in the air, but the place is warm, instantly making her feel relieved.

Patrons are huddled around wooden tables, most of them having a tankard or two of ale in front of them and chatting animatedly. Numerous candles are placed on the tables, their light flickering, bathing the whole establishment in a warm, orange hue. It’s nothing like the overly fancy cafés back at home in Treviso, but the atmosphere is inviting and Rook is mostly here for the drinks, anyway.

"Up to your standards?" Neve asks, leaning in close so Rook can hear her over the chatter of the other patrons. Her breath tickles Rook’s ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

Rook tilts her head up to meet Neve’s gaze. "Depends. Are the drinks good?"

"I wouldn’t have brought you here otherwise," the woman answers, her voice light and amused.

"You know me so well," Rook says, unable to resist pressing a feather-light kiss to the spot beneath Neve’s ear, smirking when she feels her tense up just the tiniest bit. She knows they don’t want to attract any attention, but she also knows that she’s utterly hopeless when it comes to Neve. "You want to go sit down?" Rook asks, gesturing to the tables.

Neve shakes her head. "I’ll get the drinks, you pick the table."

"I can get them for us," Rook offers instead, already fishing a handful of coins out of one of the small bags strapped to her leathers.

Neve raises a brow. "And get scammed while you’re at it? Go sit down."

Rook chuckles. "You know what, fine. Bartender’s already looking at me as if he’s ready to make the profit of a lifetime."

She starts to make her way through the bar with curious eyes following her as she walks towards a corner table, some of them only sparing her a glance and some shamelessly looking her up and down, their eyes fixating on her leather-clad figure. The usual bar clientele, then.

The corner table gives her a good overview of the bar—old habits die hard—while still offering them some peace and privacy.

At the bar, Neve takes a few coins out of her pocket and places them on the wooden surface, though it looks like far less than Rook had estimated—perks of being a Dock Town native, she supposes.

Soon enough, Neve returns to Rook with a tankard of ale in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other. She places the drinks on the table and settles down across from Rook.

"The best they have, apparently," she says, gesturing towards the drinks.

Rook raises her tankard. "So, what are we drinking to? A quiet evening?"

"You’re just asking for something to happen," Neve scoffs, which, given their history, is a very valid point.

"Alright, fair," Rook concedes, tilting her head in thought. Then she lifts her tankard a little higher. "Us, then," she suggests instead.

Neve raises her glass to that and a moment of quiet settles over them as they both take a sip. The ale goes down smoothly, almost dangerously so—Rook is definitely already thinking about indulging in another round after this.

"That is good," Rook says. "How’s yours?"

"The wine here is always good," Neve replies with a shrug, taking another sip before offering Rook her glass. "Want a taste?"

Rook takes the offered glass, swirling the deep red wine. "Sure, why not?"

She doesn’t know the first thing about wine—it all tastes more or less the same to her. Like black coffee in a way, though she’s pretty sure Lucanis would have her head for even daring to think that.

Neve’s lips curl into an amused smile. "What’s the verdict?"

Rook sets the glass down and clears her throat, her voice mockingly serious. "Ah, very fancy. I can definitely taste all the, uh, notes."

"Oh, really?" Neve chuckles, resting her chin in her hand. "Such as?"

Rook gestures vaguely, leaning back with a smirk. "You know, grapes. Maybe a hint of sophistication."

Neve laughs outright, shaking her head. "Sophistication, huh? You’ve got quite the palate."

"What can I say, it’s one of my charming qualities," Rook says with mock pride.

"Right behind your humble nature, I’m assuming?" Neve asks, tapping her fingers on the wooden surface of the table.

"Oh no, there are a lot of things before that," Rook replies. "Lots of skills."

Neve hums. "Are they all on this level of expertise?"

"Where would be the fun in just telling you?" Rook teases, handing the glass back.

Her dark lipstick leaves a stain on the rim of the wine glass and Neve notices it immediately, her eyes flicking to the mark and then to Rook’s lips.

"Sorry about that. Here, let me clean it," Rook offers, reaching for a napkin on the table.

"Don’t worry about it. I’m used to it with you," Neve chuckles, taking back her glass. Their fingers brush briefly, sending a subtle jolt through Rook’s body.

"Is that a complaint? And here I was, about to offer you to ruin my makeup further."

Neve looks at Rook over the rim of her glass as she takes a sip, her lips right on top of the lipstick stain. "I don’t need an offer for that, Trouble."

She uses the moment after that to take in the view of Neve, her freckled cheeks that are painted orange by the flickering candles, her lips which are slightly stained from the wine, the sharp line of her jaw that Rook wants to taste—

"It’s rude to stare," Neve interrupts her, looking at Rook accusingly, but a half-smile soon replaces the expression.

"Am I not allowed to look at you now?" Rook asks, trying to sound as scandalized as possible. "The world truly is coming to an end."

Neve rolls her eyes but chuckles softly. "You’re impossible."

"Neve Gallus," Rook teases, leaning forward with a smirk. "All work and no play."

Neve doesn’t take the bait—not entirely. Instead, she holds Rook’s gaze with half-lidded eyes, an effortless expression that drives Rook mad. "Plenty of fun to be had, once work is done, that is."

"When is work ever done with us?" Rook sighs, taking another sip. "I think a break might be the most we can ask for."

"Well, the good news is that you did get your break. But the question is, what would you like to do with it?"

Rook runs her finger over the rim of her tankard. "I know a few things we could do for fun."

When Neve is quiet for a moment, Rook almost starts regretting being so forward. The alcohol really did loosen her tongue. Maybe she should’ve taken it a bit slower, but hell, how is she supposed to when Neve is always so—

"My apartment is not far from here," Neve interrupts and Rook almost chokes on the damn ale.

She blinks, caught off guard for a second, before she straightens and drains her ale in one last, long sip. "Perfect."

And that is how Rook finds herself pinned to the front door of Neve’s apartment a short while later.

As soon as the door had fallen shut behind them, Rook had been on her, trying to keep Neve up against the door to kiss her senseless. She should have known that that’s not how it goes—instead, she is the one with her whole body pressed to the rough wood of the door now, Neve’s thigh steady between her legs and the woman’s lips on her own.

Rook craves Neve, and that fact shows in the way she kisses her—rough and desperate, all teeth and tongue, chasing after the sweet taste of expensive wine as if she wants to get drunk on it. The walk to Neve’s apartment had sobered her up a good bit, but now she feels even more intoxicated than before.

"Finally," she pants against Neve’s mouth, her voice ragged, gripping the back of her coat tighter when she bucks her hips against the woman’s thigh. The layers of fabric between them dull the sensation but not the way Rook burns with every small movement.

Neve pulls back slightly and brushes a thumb over Rook’s bottom lip, pulling it down while she watches Rook with a heated gaze. Rook flicks her tongue against the woman’s thumb, looking up at her with hooded eyes, feeling the urge to squeeze her thighs together from the sheer heat of arousal she feels.

"Wanna give me a tour of your bedroom?" She asks, her tone low and eyes glinting, not letting Neve answer before sucking her thumb into her mouth, curling her tongue around it, making sure Neve feels how fucking bad she wants this. It’s a long time coming, really—the tension in the air between them could’ve been cut with a knife in the past few days. And she wants this. Wants her.

Neve’s eyes narrow and she presses her thumb down on Rook’s tongue, gripping her jaw with the rest of her hand. "You’re always begging for trouble, do you know that?"

"Do something about it then," Rook says boldly, talking around the finger still in her mouth. "Don’t only talk about it."

Challenging Neve is incredibly foolish, this she knows—but she also knows that she craves this. The rush of adrenaline that comes from Neve’s demanding tone, the one Rook hears her use when she knows someone is guilty. The one she uses right before justice is served.

Neve doesn’t reward her with an answer, instead she arches a brow at Rook, turns around and saunters off in the direction of what Rook assumes is the bedroom. She follows Neve like a loyal pup, not even needing to be asked.

It’s not a long way to the bedroom, where Neve turns on an oil lamp on the bedside table so Rook can finally see more than just the moonlight filtering through the windows. The room is rather small but looks lived-in and comfortable, with its messy wooden desk in the corner and a bed in the middle, looking both inviting and intimidating in equal measure once Rook realizes what they’re about to do.

"Tell me, Trouble. What do you need?" Neve asks, shedding her coat and carefully placing it over the chair at her desk. She’s wearing her casual white blouse underneath, the plunging neckline immediately demanding Rook’s attention, snapping her out of the small trance she’d been in. She wants nothing more than to touch each part of Neve’s body, first with her fingers, then with her tongue.

Rook swallows and directs her gaze back to Neve’s eyes. They are dark, full of heat, pupils blown wide. "You," she manages, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just you."

"I’m afraid you’ll have to be a bit more specific than that," Neve says, crossing the room with a few strides and stopping right in front of Rook. Her fingers play with Rook’s collar and Rook shivers when she feels the tips of them ghost against her neck.

"Neve, I—just, whatever you want to give me."

She wants Neve to be in control. She doesn’t want to be treated as if she’s fragile, she wants Neve to show her what she wants, to indulge for once.

Rook plays with a button on her sleeve, not knowing how to voice her desires. She feels so foolish—she’s not a blushing virgin, damn it, but it sure seems that way right now.

"You need me to take care of you, Rook?" Neve asks, gently cupping Rook’s cheek with her hand. Her voice is soft and genuine, and Rook’s chest burns. "Do you want me to be in control tonight?"

She reads Rook like an open book, same as she always does. Rook chalks it up to Neve’s experience as a detective—she has to be unfairly good at reading body language, right?—just because she doesn’t want to appear that predictable.

"I do," Rook breathes, leaning into Neve’s touch and shivering when the woman tucks one of Rook’s dark locks behind a pointed ear, making sure to trace a fingertip along it. "I trust you."

"Then why don’t you get on the bed and make yourself comfortable?" Neve suggests, then puts a hand on Rook’s lower back and gently pushes her towards the bed. "I’ll join you in just a second."

Rook’s pulse races in her chest when she starts undoing the clasps and buckles on her leathers, deciding to spare Neve the frustration of fiddling with them. Soon enough, she sits on the bed, leaning back against the wooden headboard in only her undershirt and panties. Can’t make it too easy, she thinks with a smile.

Across the room, Neve is rummaging through a drawer, but it’s too dark for Rook to see what its contents are. It doesn’t take long for her to find what Rook assumes she was looking for, because she turns back around and—oh.

In one of her hands, Neve is holding a harness made out of expensive-looking leather, adorned with various buckles. In the other, though, she’s carrying a dildo that looks suspiciously like it would fit perfectly to the front of the harness.

Rook’s smile is wiped off her face really quickly, her jaw now hanging open in surprise. Immediately, she feels her cheeks flush and her core bloom with hot arousal.

Neve seems to sense Rook’s surprise and smirks at her, that damn crooked smile that is very much not helping the messy state Rook’s panties are about to be in. 

"Has anyone ever used this on you before, Rook?" The woman asks, sitting on the edge of the bed and handing the contraption to Rook. She bends down to remove her prosthesis, giving Rook time to answer.

"Uh, no. Never," Rook stammers, tracing her fingers over the leather harness and the dildo. It’s made of smooth material and feels nice against her skin, the only thing that intimidates her is the size of it. The toy isn’t obscenely huge by any means, but it is quite a bit bigger than her fingers. She can’t help but think that it would fill her up so nicely.

"Would you like to give it a try? It’s your decision," Neve assures her, now kneeling on the bed and looking at Rook with an inquiring gaze.

A vision flashes through Rook’s mind—Neve with the straps tightly secured around her thighs and hips, settling between Rook’s legs… yeah, she definitely needs this. "You don’t have to ask me twice."

"Then all you have to do right now is lie back and look pretty. I believe you can do that for me," Neve says, abandoning her previous tone in favor of one much deeper, much more intense.

Rook nods but doesn’t move a muscle otherwise. She’s not sure she even could—not with the way Neve’s gaze is practically pinning her to the bed.

"Alright, let’s get all this off of you, shall we?" Neve says, her voice low and teasing as she inches closer to Rook. Slowly, she reaches out to slide her hands under Rook’s undershirt, trailing them up across her waist and breasts until the shirt comes off. Then, her fingers slip beneath the delicate fabric of Rook’s panties, grazing the soft skin there. Rook lifts her hips so Neve can tug them off, and she can feel the fabric sticking to herself as Neve removes it. She’s sure that the woman must see the evidence of her effect on Rook as well, wet and glistening between her thighs. She has a sudden urge to close her legs and cover herself, but Neve doesn’t let it happen, instead she places both hands on the insides of Rook’s thighs.

"Don’t tell me you’re getting shy on me now, Trouble. That’s not like you," she chuckles, kneading the tense muscles beneath her palms and unashamedly letting her gaze wander over Rook’s nude body.

"I would never," Rook responds, though her cheeks still feel hot. "However, I feel like we should even the odds here."

She reaches out, tugging at Neve’s shirt that the woman has tucked into her pants until it comes free, then pops open the button of those.

"How very unfair of me," Neve chuckles and begins to unbutton her blouse with practiced movements. The fabric parts to reveal smooth, brown skin, bathed in a golden glow by the oil lamp, and Rook feels her pulse quicken. Her eyes devour the sight before her, each flick of Neve’s fingers a thrill that rushes through her.

Soon enough, Neve shrugs the blouse off her shoulders and gets to work on her pants, ridding herself of them along with her underwear.

Each of her motions is full of that damn confidence that Rook is so weak for, and once Neve looks down at her again, this time fully naked herself, Rook knows that she is utterly fucked.

Neve is beautiful—a fact Rook was obviously very aware of because, well, she has eyes, but seeing her like this, kneeling between Rook’s legs, looking at her with utter adoration in her expression that she usually hides behind mask after mask—that is something different entirely.

Rook can’t help but let her eyes wander from Neve’s lips to her collarbones, unblemished and begging to be marked up prettily, and further down to her breasts she can’t wait to get her hands and mouth on.

Rook must’ve been gawking pretty openly because Neve reaches for her hand with a laugh and places it on her own waist.

"You can touch, Rook. I won’t bite."

Rook scoffs. "Well, that’s a disappointment. And I can’t say the same for me," she says, squeezing Neve’s waist and then letting her hand wander down over her abdomen until she can brush her thumb against the neatly groomed strip of hair above the woman’s cunt.

"Think I’m scared of playing rough? Push your luck and see where that leads you," Neve says, splaying her hand across the tattoo on Rook’s chest, the tips of her fingers cold with the ever-present chill of ice magic. Goosebumps rise on Rook’s skin, and she watches how Neve’s eyes are instantly drawn to her hardening nipples.

The woman’s hand wanders towards one of Rook’s breasts, and she brushes the pad of a finger over the nipple, teasing it with a cool touch. Rook’s breath hitches as Neve rolls it between two fingers, moaning when she pinches the sensitive bud.

Neve’s other hand trails down from her belly button to her center, teasing her with a barely-there touch. Her hips buck, seeking every slightest bit of friction, and Neve smirks as she gently pushes one hand down on Rook’s abdomen, keeping her in place.

"Look at that. You weren’t joking, you really do need this," the woman says. "And I promised I’d take care of you."

Rook feels so exposed with Neve looking down at her like this, but she finds that it doesn’t make her uncomfortable or shy. Not when Neve’s expression is full of lust, just barely hidden behind her usual cool composure.

Then, Neve gently parts Rook’s cunt with two fingers, spreading wetness all over the smooth skin until her fingers slowly circle Rook’s clit, the pressure making her let out a soft moan. Neve seems to take it as an encouragement because she applies more pressure, moving those clever fingers in small circles that have Rook’s core tighten in no time at all.

"Fuck, that’s good," is all she can force out in a broken, breathy mumble.

"And we haven’t even begun," Neve says in that teasing tone of hers that drives Rook mad—almost as much as Neve’s touch does.

She wants to answer with one of her little quips, but the words turn into a gasp when Neve uses that moment to push one of her fingers inside.

Rook’s had hookups before, with pretty, nameless women in dark alleyways and her fellow Crows in Antiva. It had always been fun, adrenaline-fueled but not personal. And she’d liked it like that—it had been easy.

But all those escapades didn’t even come close to the thrill she’s feeling right now, with one of Neve’s hands still teasing her tits and her fingers taking Rook apart.

She lets out an involuntary whimper when Neve withdraws her finger and instead teases her entrance for a bit.

"Oh I know, sweetheart," Neve coos softly, leaning down to press a kiss to Rook’s neck. Then, she pushes in another of those wicked fingers with ease, the wet slide of Rook’s cunt making the slight stretch feel divine. "There you go."

Rook gives a drawn-out moan every time Neve curls her fingers just right, and she feels a familiar tightness in her gut that gets more intense with each kiss against her neck and each thrust into her. At this rate, she won’t last long. There hadn’t exactly been time to get herself off for a while now, so her orgasm is approaching much quicker than usual. She grabs onto Neve’s wrist tightly.

"Are you alright? If you don’t feel good—" Neve starts, immediately halting her movements.

"No, no, that’s not it," Rook breathes, hips trying to chase after Neve’s fingers when she starts to pull them out. "Feeling a bit too good, if you know what I mean."

Neve grins down at her, meeting Rook’s lips in a quick kiss. "I fail to see the issue, then," she says, curling her finger just the slightest bit again.

"Don’t want this to be over so soon," Rook forces out, holding the curve of Neve’s waist tightly.

"Why would it be? You’ll come more than once for me," Neve fucking purrs.

It’s not a question, it’s a demand, and for the first time tonight, Rook thinks that maybe she’s bitten off more than she can chew. But she also finds that the thought of Neve owning her like this doesn’t intimidate her—if anything, it only brings her closer to the edge.

Rook sucks in a sharp breath. "I don’t think I can do that," she says, moaning when Neve removes her fingers for a moment to spread more wetness on Rook’s clit. The sound of it is utterly obscene and doesn’t help Rook’s predicament at all.

"Well, lucky you," Neve answers, "because I know you can."

Rook doesn’t know what to say, she’s for once left speechless and without a witty response. All she can focus on is Neve, the way she looks, the way her fingers feel, the way she knows exactly what Rook needs.

"I—" Rook starts, but she forgets what she wanted to say when Neve hooks her fingers into that spot inside her again, harder this time.

The woman leans down to kiss Rook’s ear, following up with a nip. "Hush, now. Not another word unless it’s my name," she whispers. And that undoes Rook.

"Oh, fuck," Rook pants, feeling as if she’s bursting into flames at the words, at the demanding tone that she usually addresses her teammates in.

She’s definitely gonna have something to think about later, but it’s pretty much impossible right now with two of Neve’s fingers knuckle-deep in her pussy and a thumb still just resting on her clit.

"What did I just say?" She warns, stopping the movement of her hand altogether. Rook whines.

Cruel, cruel woman.

"Rook," Neve snaps. "Look at me."

The authority in her voice sends a thrill down Rook’s spine, and she looks up again, eyes big and glassy.

"I want to hear my name or nothing. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes," Rook pants, but Neve only regards her with a raised brow. "Yes, Neve."

"Ah, so you can talk," Neve chuckles, sounding satisfied. She rewards Rook by circling her clit with her thumb, applying the perfect amount of pressure that Rook is sure Neve had figured out from the beginning.

Rook sighs softly, though it turns into a gasp when she feels two of Neve’s fingers pinch her nipple again—the touch ice-cold this time, amplifying the sensation.

"Neve—ah," she moans, drawing out the woman’s name in a broken voice.

She clings to Neve like a lifeline, placing sloppy kisses along her neck, her collarbones, anywhere she can reach. It’s a bit of an awkward angle with her forcing Neve close like this, but she needs it. Needs to hear each of Neve’s mumbled words of praise as Rook whimpers her name, and each time she lets out a satisfied little sound when Rook twitches against her.

Neve’s fingers curl against that perfect spot again and again, her thumb still pressed firmly against Rook’s clit, its movements from the thrusts bringing Rook closer to the edge by the second.

"That’s it, just let go. I’ve got you, you’re doing so good."

It’s those words whispered in Rook’s ear that finally push her over the edge.

Her orgasm hits her hard, making her cry out against Neve’s shoulder and bite down as the woman fucks her even faster, prolonging each wave that wrecks Rook’s body.

Neve works Rook through her climax, keeping up the rhythm of her fingers until Rook’s legs stop shaking and her whole body sinks into the mattress, utterly spent.

"Breathe, sweetheart. Take your time," Neve says, gently running a hand down Rook’s waist, a soothing touch.

She pulls her fingers out of Rook’s soaked pussy and goes to wipe them on the sheets, but Rook is quicker, grabbing her hand and sucking the slick-coated fingers into her mouth. Rook moans as she tastes herself on Neve’s fingers, licking them clean and curling her tongue around them, still floating on her post-orgasm haze.

"You are something else," Neve mumbles, catching Rook’s gaze with her own, and fuck, Rook is in so much trouble. Neve looks at her with dark eyes, the brown color entirely swallowed by blown pupils. Rook lets go of the woman’s fingers with a pop and instead grabs the harness and the dildo on the sheets next to her, pushing both into Neve’s hand. She needs more—more of Neve taking her apart but, most of all, more of Neve slowly unraveling like this in front of her, taking what she wants from Rook and making it her own.

Neve chuckles as she sits back on the bed, pulling the harness over her thighs and buckling it in place. Each sound of a leather strap being tightened sends a little burst of arousal through Rook, reverberating deep inside of her. "Eager. And I thought I was the one in control here."

Rook swallows as Neve attaches the dildo to the front of the harness, feeling her cunt pulse in anticipation.

"So take it," Rook says. "Remember what I said in your office? About you pinning me down?"

"What makes you think that you have any room to talk?" Neve says, now kneeling between Rook’s legs again. "As far as I’m seeing, you’re the one lying beneath me. Start acting like it."

"Maybe if you fuck me like you mean it I will," Rook smirks, unable to resist testing the limits a bit further.

"Then why don’t you ask nicely? I know you can," Neve says, grabbing both of Rook’s thighs and pushing them back. Rook feels so exposed, but if anything, it makes her want this even more.

"Oh, come on," she breathes, trying to rock her hips down, but Neve is holding her too tightly. "Please, fuck me."

Neve hums in satisfaction and sets into a slow, deliberate rhythm, bumping the cockhead against Rook’s clit and teasing her hole with every stroke. Each time, she lets it catch just a bit and pauses, holding Rook’s hips when they twitch and buck upwards.

"Relax for me," Neve murmurs, her gaze fixated on where she’s teasing Rook.

This time, when she drags the heavy tip down through Rook’s slick lips, she finally pushes in slowly.

At the sensation of being filled up, Rook’s back arches and her chin tips up, momentarily breaking eye contact because it’s just too overwhelming.

She feels her breathing turn ragged as Neve works the whole length inside her, slowly moving her hips forward and back, leaning down to press kisses onto Rook’s throat, right on top of her racing pulse.

"Look at you. Should have known you’d take it so well," Neve smirks against her skin, pushing back in and rolling her hips. "All you need are a few firm words and you’ll do anything, it’s adorable."

"Are you—ah, complaining?" Rook asks, forcing the words out between moans. The slide of the dildo against her walls is absolutely divine, each thrust sending tingles through her.

Neve nips at her ear, then kisses Rook, slow and deep. "The opposite of it. I’ll think of you like this next time you lead a meeting."

She’s pretty sure that she’s making an absolute mess of Neve’s bed, but she is so beyond caring, all that is on her mind are the sounds of Neve thrusting into her, a wet squelch each time.

When she finds Neve’s gaze again, the picture of the woman above her is fucking heavenly—her collarbones marked by dark lipstick stains, the color trailing up her neck, smudging lightly over her lips, glistening with spit from their messy kisses.

Neve guides Rook’s legs to wrap around her waist and braces herself on her forearms, allowing herself to sink even deeper.

"How does that feel?" She asks, now panting in earnest against Rook’s mouth.

"So good—ah," Rook moans, pulling Neve closer and urging her to go faster. "Need you so fucking bad."

"Then have me, sweetheart."

"Yes, yes, fuck," Rook moans, savoring the slide of the cock inside her and the feeling of their bodies together, hot and so, so close. "Please, Neve."

Neve angles her head to bring her lips right against Rook’s ear. "Good girl. You learn quickly."

The words are punctuated by a particularly hard thrust, and Rook keens. She’s pretty sure she could come from Neve’s honeyed words alone, all of them meant just for her.

"Keep talking," she says, though it sounds more like a plea.

"One for praise, Trouble?" Neve says, grinding her pelvis against Rook. "Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret."

A broken moan rips from Rook’s throat, because yes, she needs this. Neve’s voice in her ear, each whisper of praise sending a thrill down her spine.

Her nails scratch down Neve’s back, sinking into the skin with each thrust, and Rook pulls her in close, feeling how Neve pushes back against her hands, as if asking for more herself while she fucks Rook with long, firm strokes. In some part of her scrambled brain, Rook hopes to see her marks on Neve’s back tomorrow—a small piece of evidence that Neve is hers.

"Think you can touch yourself for me, pretty girl?" Neve asks, pulling back a bit to give Rook space to do so.

Neve is looking down at Rook now, watching the way her cunt swallows Neve’s cock with each thrust. Rook immediately reaches down to rub quick, messy circles over her clit, moaning at how wet she is from getting fucked so thoroughly.

A sudden cool touch on the side of her neck makes her jolt before she groans at the realization that it’s Neve’s hand resting there, pushing Rook down as she drives her hips forward.

The light pressure on her throat makes her pulse race even faster, and she can’t help but hope that Neve feels it too and knows how much Rook trusts her. A Crow baring her neck so freely—it’s an incredible sign of trust and maybe foolishness, but Rook knows that there would never be anyone else she would surrender to like this.

"There she is," Neve coos, "I can tell you’re close, you’re so tight. Just a bit more, come on."

That, combined with a particularly hard thrust against her sweet spot, finally pushes her over the edge.

"Fuck, I’m gonna— Neve—"

Rook shatters and whines as she comes, the only sound out of her mouth a choked-out moan from deep within her as she pulses around the cock buried inside of her. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as Neve continues thrusting into her shaking body, extending each wave of her climax until Rook feels as if she’s drowning.

Through her muffled hearing, she hears mumbles of that’s my girl and Neve’s heavy panting while she fucks Rook through her orgasm.

She’s still trembling when she feels Neve rubbing soothing circles on her shoulder, then leans down again to kiss her cheek. "That one looked intense. Are you alright?" The woman asks, trying to bring Rook back to reality softly and slowly.

"Mh, I’m wonderful," Rook breathes, still feeling her whole body twitch. Her voice is hazy and slurred, so utterly fucked-out it almost makes her giggle. "Don’t think I’ll be able to walk for the next few days, but I’m absolutely wonderful."

Neve laughs. "You definitely look like you had a good time."

Rook hums in agreement, relaxing more as she feels her heartbeat go back to a slower pace.

"And, well, that’s ruined," Neve says, smiling as she gently wipes at the corner of Rook’s eye. Her finger comes back smudged with black makeup, and Rook snorts.

"A good sign if you ask me," she chuckles, watching as Neve starts undoing the clasps of her harness. The dildo is coated in thick slick, and Rook blushes as she realizes that’s all her.

When Neve slides the harness down her thighs and leans over Rook to place it on the bedside table, Rook’s eyes are immediately drawn to the other woman’s cunt, swollen and glistening between her legs. As soon as Neve is in front of her again, Rook kisses her, deep and slow, the way she knows Neve favors.

"You didn’t—let me make you feel good too," Rook offers, though she’s ready to beg if that is what Neve would ask of her. She’s pretty sure that she’s never wanted anything as much as having her face buried between Neve’s thighs right this instant.

"This was about you, Rook. I’ll be fine," Neve answers, brushing a sweaty strand of hair from Rook’s forehead.

Rook scowls at her, though that expression is soon replaced by a genuine smile. "Then this is gonna be about you now."

"Did I not wear you out too much? I might not have done my job properly, then," Neve teases.

"Oh, don’t be silly," Rook says. "I don’t know what kind of lovers you had in the past, but I always make sure to settle the score." She places a hand on Neve’s hip, slowly beginning to run it down her thigh.

"Now that’s a challenge."

Rook rolls her eyes. "So, you wanna sit on my face or have me between your legs? Or I could also—"

"Maker, Rook, you will be the end of me," Neve curses, her eyes going wide. "Come here. You’ve been on your back for long enough."

Rook doesn’t need to be told twice and lets Neve maneuver them around, then waits as the woman settles back against the pillows. Her dark hair fans out on the deep red fabric, and the sight of her makes Rook stop in her tracks to kiss Neve, first soft and sweet until she runs her tongue along the seam of Neve’s lips, deepening the kiss.

"Neve," Rook mumbles against Neve’s mouth, then parts their lips and leans back, taking in the image in front of her.

She traces her hands down Neve’s body, over her collarbones, then her breasts, where she makes sure to tease the hardened nipples a bit, which makes Neve let out a little gasp. Rook smirks.

"You’re planning something again, aren’t you?" Neve asks, cupping Rook’s jaw with a smile.

Rook scoffs. "You in particular should know not to make accusations without evidence."

"Well then, Trouble. Show me what you can do," Neve challenges, parting her legs invitingly. Rook resumes her way down Neve’s body, squeezing her hips and then her thighs, making sure to let her fingertips graze the woman’s stump below her knee.

Rook really has to restrain herself from immediately burying her face in Neve’s pussy, the lips already slightly swollen and wet with slick.

Instead, she brings her mouth over Neve’s breasts, kissing and nipping until she finds a spot where she sucks and bites at the skin, leaving a deep red bruise.

"Just can’t help yourself, can you?" Neve murmurs, the pitch of her voice already so low again.

Rook lets go of yet another spot of skin she’d decided to mark. "I warned you."

There’s a harsh intake of breath above her when she brushes her lips over a nipple and Rook grins. She can work with this.

She licks a hot stripe right over Neve’s nipple, latching her mouth onto the sensitive bud and sucking hard.

"Mh, so that’s what you like, huh?" Rook says as she pulls away for a second, only to switch sides and give the other nipple the same treatment.

Never cups the back of Rook’s head, drawing her closer. "You’ve been staring down my shirt ever since we met. Don’t act like I’m the only lucky one here."

Guilty as charged, Rook thinks and continues kissing down Neve’s body, nipping at her stomach just to hear the woman gasp again.

When she makes her way further down, Neve’s cunt and inner thighs are shiny with slick, with the evidence of how much she needs this, how turned on all this with Rook got her.

"Fuck, you’re soaked," Rook breathes, reaching out to trace the tip of a finger down the strip of hair right above where she needs to be. The wet heat she feels as soon as she parts Neve’s lips is overwhelming, even more so than she could’ve ever anticipated.

She gently slides her index and middle fingers down from Neve’s clit to where she is positively dripping, sinking just the tips of them inside, grinning when she sees Neve fisting the sheets.

Rook lays down on her stomach between Neve’s thighs, kissing the insides, tasting slick when she flicks her tongue against the skin.

One of Neve’s hands buries itself in Rook’s hair and gathers it on top of her head, holding onto it tightly. "Take it as a compliment," she says, pushing Rook’s head down. "And get to work."

At the first tentative swipe of tongue through her folds, Neve’s hips twitch beneath Rook’s mouth, and her hand holds onto Rook’s hair tighter but not tight enough.

"You can pull. I like it," Rook mumbles without looking up, immediately following the words up by dipping her tongue into Neve’s cunt.

And finally, finally she gets rewarded with a barely held back moan. "Oh, you really will ruin me."

Rook answers by dragging her tongue all the way up Neve’s cunt, moaning at the feel and taste of her. Two of her fingers slide in easily, the wet warmth around them heavenly as Rook curls and thrusts them until Neve responds with pretty little sounds.

When Neve bucks her hips against Rook’s face after a particularly deep thrust, Rook wraps her lips around the woman’s clit and sucks hard, rewarded immediately by a sharp hiss and nails digging into her scalp. She keeps the motions going until Neve’s breaths quiet down just a bit, and then tries flicking the tip of her tongue against Neve’s clit, which makes the woman’s back arch and her thighs clamp around Rook’s head. There it is.

"Perfect," Neve breathes, keeping her hand tight in Rook’s hair, holding her exactly where she wants her. "Keep going."

The temptation to draw this out just a bit is big, now that Rook knows what will get her there, but she also thinks that she might die of sheer arousal if Neve doesn’t come on her tongue soon. And with the way Neve is holding her down, she won’t be able to move an inch anyway.

She’s close, gasping out a quiet "yes" as Rook keeps flicking the tip of her tongue over the woman’s clit, along with thrusting her fingers lightly. Rook gets the hint, keeping up the rhythm and gripping one of Neve’s thighs hard with her unoccupied hand, pushing her own face even more into the woman’s cunt because she needs it so fucking bad.

The hand in her hair pulls tightly, sending tiny pinpricks of pain tingling across Rook’s scalp and down her spine. She can’t resist looking up for just a second and is met with the image of Neve with her head tilted back, lips parted, and one hand playing with her own nipples, and fuck, Rook is convinced that she’s about to come again just from seeing this.

Suddenly, Neve goes quiet, her thighs tensing up even more before she comes with a loud, shameless moan, bucking her cunt up against Rook’s tongue and forcing Rook to stay there. Rook is convinced that this is the absolute hottest thing she’s ever had the pleasure to witness—Neve riding her climax out against Rook’s face, using her, taking everything she wants.

When Neve’s thighs begin to stop trembling, Rook starts lapping up the evidence of her orgasm, smiling when Neve jolts as she licks over her oversensitive clit again.

After one last long lick, she reluctantly pulls away with a final, wet kiss to the woman’s pussy. She makes sure to kiss her way up to Neve’s face again as well, brushing her lips over hipbones, the bruises on her tits and the side of her neck.

"Hi," Rook says sheepishly before Neve pulls her in for a deep kiss, sucking on her tongue to taste herself with a satisfied sigh.

When they part, the dark brown eyes that are watching Rook are clouded with pleasure and Neve’s cheeks are flushed, her lips still parted to let out quiet panting.

Rook wipes a hand over her mouth and jaw, grinning when she feels all the slick on her face. "Alright, I think now you really made a mess of me."

Neve pushes herself up on her forearms, looking at Rook with her chest rising and falling rapidly. "I’ll gladly remind you that you gave me permission to. But I promise I’ll be more careful next time."

Her tone is dripping with sarcasm, and Rook can see how the corners of her lips curl upward.

"Oh no you won’t," Rook replies, settling next to Neve and lying down on her side. "If anything, you’ll mess me up even more."

"And how will I do that, sweetheart?"

Rook blushes at the petname, the one Neve had given her while fully taking her apart. "I have a few ideas what you could do to me. That silk scarf you’re always wearing, maybe?"

Neve arches a brow at her. "What about it?"

"Wouldn’t look bad around my wrists, I think."

"Maker, Rook," Neve laughs, "how long have you even been thinking about that?"

Rook grins as she traces a finger over Neve’s chest. "Remember the wisp hunt in your office?"

"A while, then," Neve replies. "Any other interesting thoughts in that mind of yours?"

"So many," Rook tries to say, but the words are quickly overtaken by a long yawn.

A cool hand comes to cup Rook’s cheek. "That will have to wait, I think. It looks like someone’s tired."

"What can I say? You finally wore me out. Just a bit," she says, leaning into the hand on her cheek.

Neve hums and sits up to grab the thick blanket that had been pushed to the floor at some point. "You did not so bad yourself, Trouble. Turns out that name really suits you."

"I thought you wanted to go back to the Lighthouse? Kidnapping your leader won’t reflect on the team very well," Rook teases as Neve drapes the blanket over them both, letting Rook steal a quick kiss.

"Don’t pin this on me now. I’ll bring you back tomorrow, safe and sound."

Rook inches closer, burying her head in Neve’s neck and pressing small kisses there. "And with a limp and a sore tongue."

Neve rests an arm over Rook’s waist, almost hesitantly at first until she relaxes. "Better start thinking about excuses then."

"M’not thinking about anything right now," Rook mumbles, yawning one more time.

"I think you do deserve a break," Neve says softly. "Goodnight, Rook."

There’s a small murmur of goodnight from Rook herself before she curls up against Neve’s chest, lying her head down and letting the calm heartbeat rock her to sleep.

There is so much to lose, Neve had said right before she kissed Rook on the docks for the first time.

There is so much to lose, and yet, despite the world not being on their side, there is so much to win, too.