Lips and Amasec by Onyx Heartland Tavern had a special place in Ania’s heart. It was the place she had drank her first glass of amasec on the eve of her 18th birthday going by the standard Imperial calendar. That had been nearly ten years ago and things had changed drastically for Ania since then but the tavern looked almost exactly the same. She found a quiet corner in the tavern and sat down with her glass. She swirled the strong, darkly golden liquid around the snifter and took a deep breath of it. It burned her lungs and throat with its rich, intoxicating aroma. She leaned back in her overly-stuffed chair and let the nostalgia wash over her. She hardly believed her luck when the bartender told her they still had a bottle of the same vintage she had first drank a decade earlier: Mara’s Vineyard – Vintage 655.M41. It had been a fairly cheap vintage back then but had jumped up in price considerably. She took a sip and let the taste linger on her tongue. She remembered back to the first time she sat in this quiet tavern and drank this same amasec. She had been a simple mercenary back then. Just another faceless gun-for-hire in a small regiment’s worth of faceless, nameless guns-for-hire on shore leave. When she signed up for the Imperial Guard on her home world as a sixteen year old eager to get away from her tiny agri-world, she never expected that she would be recruited directly out of basic training and into the private security of a wealthy rogue trader. His associate had promised her a life of adventure and a pay check several magnitudes greater than anything the guard could offer her. She could not have declined such a golden opportunity and eagerly accepted. After a year out in the far reaches of Imperial territory, the Indomitable Soul returned to human space and made anchor above the Hive-world Kam-VII. Together with her mentor, Lieutenant Elyz Karra, they took a shuttle down to the largest hive on the planet and settled into their assigned quarters on level 197. She recalled how excited she had been to be treated not only as an adult but as an equal. Far away from the disciplined, regimented lifestyle aboard the Indomitable Soul she could express herself openly for the first time. Ania felt a sudden rush of sadness at the memory. The lieutenant and she had been close. Unprofessionally close. For three years they had kept their relationship a secret until a run in with some Kroot mercenaries on a jungle world ended with the lieutenant bleeding to death while Ania screamed for evacuation into her radio. Snapping back to the real world, Ania took a deeper sip of her amasec and shook away the thoughts of her former lover. She had died years ago and Ania had managed to move on. Ania turned her attention to the other patrons of the tavern. Her pale, blue eyes scanned across the room, taking in the familiar sights and sounds. The furniture had been moved around but it was all the same stuff. There were a couple of new additions and the bar had been expanded but from her perspective, it was like looking back ten years in time. The only thing missing was a beautiful, mysterious woman to flirt with over her drink. There were a few men sitting on the far side of the room, nursing their drinks and talking amongst themselves. A girl appeared from behind the bar, carrying with her a tray of glasses full to the brim with a frothy, golden beverage. She carried it over to another mixed group of men in their own quiet corner. Ania’s eyes immediately locked on the young girl and her heart fluttered in a way she had not felt for years. The girl looked young; almost too young to work in a place like this. Her mocha hair was tied back tightly into a long braid that she wore over her left shoulder. Her lips were full, pink and permanently curled up at the edges in a soft, innocent smile. Where Ania was tall, toned and had a face carved from marble by a master mason, the young bar girl was short, cute and curvy enough to inspire a hint of jealousy in Ania. She was wearing humble clothes that hid most of the finer details of her body but Ania’s interest lay firmly on the girl’s face. A smile grew on her face as her thoughts wandered to the flirtatious and then on to the lewd and carnal. Ania teased the rim of her amasec glass with her finger while her other hand touched her lips. Her eyes lingered on the young girl, letting her cute face fill Ania’s heart with the warmth no fine amasec could. For one moment, as the girl was clearing an empty table of glasses, she looked up and met eyes with Ania. She held the look for a moment, both of them frozen in place as they both saw something in the other that they wanted. As quickly as it had started, the moment passed. The girl quickly collected the glasses and turned away from Ania. The older woman thought she saw the hint of a blush on the girl’s face but could not be sure. A twinge of loneliness and regret found its place in her heart, nestled between memories of the past and hopes of the future. As the young girl walked away, leaving Ania alone in her small corner, Ania felt herself slip into a self-indulgent nostalgia trip of melancholy. Her amasec disappeared very quickly after that. She poured herself another generous glass and threw it back as memories of sneaking through the crew quarters of the Indomitable Soul to meet her secret lover came to the surface. The smile faded from her lips as she recalled the taste of Elyz’s lips on hers; how the light had played off her sweaty, naked body as they embraced. All those moments were lost now. Just memories in her head that would one day go the way of all things. The relationship had been a secret and had died as a secret. No one but her knew it had ever happened now and when she forgot, it may as well have never happened at all. Ania held back a tear at the thought. She finished her drink, took the bottle and stood up to leave. She had made a mistake coming here. It had only brought up sadness, though she was grateful for the amasec. She would take the bottle back to her quarters aboard the Indomitable Soul and keep it safe for special occasions. At the moment all she felt like doing was curling into a ball in her bed and weeping like a little girl. The amasec had taken its toll on her. She felt a little dizzy and numb. Not drunk but close enough to it that she knew her self-control was in question. As she headed towards the door, the bottle of Mara’s Vineyard held loosely at her side, Ania heard a small voice behind her. ‘Excuse me. Are you leaving?’ said the small voice. Ania looked over her shoulder and saw the young bar girl. She was standing only a few steps away with her tray held behind her back, firmly against her backside. She was smiling and looking up at Ania with open, honest eyes. ‘I was planning to, yes. Why?’ Ania replied, turning to the face the girl. The girl was shorter than Ania had guessed. The top of her head only came up to Ania’s chin. Up close she could see the band of freckles that crossed the girl’s face; little specks of colour on her peach coloured skin. Ania also noted the exact shade of pink lipstick she was wearing. It was a very pale shade of pink that stopped her lips from standing out too much. Ania liked it – she reminded herself to get that shade for herself the next time she had a chance – but thought the girl would benefit from a shade darker. She had always liked lips and this girl’s lips were beautiful. The girl looked to the floor and bit her lower lip. She was cute and brought another small smile to Ania’s lips. ‘You’re an off-worlder. We don’t see many of them on this level’ the girl said, looking back into Ania’s eyes. ‘I was just wondering if you could stay for a little longer. I’ve always wanted to talk to a traveller’. Ania’s smile widened. She crossed her arms and held the bottle of Mara’s Vineyard close to her breast. ‘How do you know I’m from off-world?’ she asked. The girl half-smiled and blushed ever so slightly. ‘Your clothes: I’ve never seen someone in this city wear clothes like yours. It’s not the style of the nobility either’. Ania looked down at her body and her clothes. She was dressed perhaps more formally than a place like this would suggest but for her it was simply a nice dress. She had chosen a black lace dress with silver trimmings. The top of the dress consisted of a black, lace corset that pushed up and boasted her already impressive breasts. On top of that she wore a jacket with ruby buttons and long, silver epaulettes. The dress itself reached low to almost touch the floor, but rose up at the front to display Ania’s long legs and the black leather sandals that wrapped around her leg to just short of her knee. Together it was an elegant combination of a formal ball gown and an admiral’s uniform, masterfully created by a tailor on a quiet shrine world on the other side of the sector. Ania casually flicked the silvery strands of lace hanging from her epaulettes as she thought of her response. ‘Maybe I’m from another hive. Why do you presume that I’m from space?’ she asked the girl. The girl’s smile widened. Her lips separated and revealed a row of white, straight teeth. The girl’s smile made Ania feel that fluttering in the pit of her stomach again that sent warmth up her back and throughout her body. It felt like a sip of amasec but warmed her in places the drink could not. ‘No, you’re definitely from space. You don’t look like you’re from a hive but you’re too elegant to be from one of the towns on the surface. Your skin is soft and pale but your muscles are strong which tells me you’re probably an officer but not from an Imperial Guard ship’ she said, looking Ania up and down respectfully. Ania gave an impressed smile. The girl had surprised her. ‘Clever girl. Alright, I’ll admit that arrived here on a ship but why do you say I’m an officer?’ Ania asked as she leaned against the wall and smiled at the entertaining girl in front of her. The girl licked her lips and explained. ‘If you were with the Imperial Guard you’d be on levels 160,161 and 162. I say you’re an officer because the normal crew of the merchant ships that visit aren’t allowed on this level. Only the higher ranking members of those ships are allowed past level 190 and most of them don’t leave level 197 where all the guild halls are. You’re here because you’re not a citizen, a guard officer or a merchant but you do work for one. Am I correct?’ Ania’s smile grew even wider as the young girl explained her reasoning. The look of barely contained pride on her face as she finished talking was almost enough to make Ania kiss her then and there. It was like a child who had just completed the Emperor’s Prayer for the first time unaided. Placing her hand on the small of the girl’s back, she led her over to the table she had occupied earlier. The tavern was almost empty now but Ania still preferred her quiet corner. She sat down at the table with the young girl and sat the bottle of Mara’s Vineyard between them. The girl smiled and swung her legs back and forth under the stool, still smiling sweetly. Ania leaned back in her seat and crossed her legs. ‘What gave me away?’ she asked simply. The young girl tapped the bottle of Mara’s Vineyard. ‘Hivers don’t drink this brand. It’s too sweet for us’. ‘It’s fruity with hints of Marlian oak and a soft after taste’ Ania corrected. ‘It’s my favourite’. The girl took the bottle, uncorked it and poured some into a glass for her and Ania. She raised her glass and toasted. ‘To fruity amasec with hints of Marlian oak and a soft after taste’. Ania laughed and tapped her glass against the girl’s. They sipped their drinks and set them down. ‘How close was I?’ the girl asked. ‘I think you owe me a name first’ Ania replied, swirling the burnt, dark liquid around her glass. The girl blushed and shrunk in her seat slightly. ‘Bianca Mar-Kes’ she answered. Ania raised her glass again. ‘A pleasure to meet you, Bianca Mar-Kes’. They touched glasses again and sipped down the strong, warming drink. ‘I am Ania Golvan, second in command of security aboard the Rogue Trader Indomitable Soul’ she introduced, bowing her head for show. Bianca smiled and returned the joking bow. ‘A Rogue Trader. Wow’ sad Bianca. ‘How did you get to work on one of those?’ Ania shrugged. ‘Even I don’t fully know’ she laughed. ‘I was recruited by the Imperial Guard when I was 16 and put into the reserve regiments. After I was done with basic training, the Rogue Trader appeared in our system and they started recruiting to boost their security forces. Somehow I ended up getting chosen and the next thing I knew I was on board the Indomitable Soul and on my way out of the system’. Bianca listened eagerly, smiling and nodding as Ania told her story about the last ten years, though she decided to leave out the part about the secret affair with her commanding officer. The young girl hung on every word Ania said. When the older woman spoke of visiting a xenos world, Bianca’s eyes widened and her mouth hung open in shock. ‘Weren’t you scared?’ she asked, covering her mouth. Ania laughed. ‘Not at all. The captain has had a deal with that planet for a hundred years. They were harmless’. ‘Still, it must be amazing to work for a Rogue Trader’ Bianca said. She had her chin in her hands and was resting her elbows on the table. ‘Has anyone ever died while you were doing a mission?’ ‘They have’ Ania replied. Visions of the Kroot attack suddenly flashed in front of her. ‘We were investigating a jungle world. We thought we might find something useful or something to sell on the surface’. Ania took a sip of her amasec and let the flavour linger before she continued. ‘We stirred up a hornet’s nest. A hundred of us went down. Twenty came back’. Bianca’s smile faded and she looked away. Ania saw the look of guilt on the young girl’s face and quickly moved to defuse the situation. ‘But most of the time we’re just stuck on a ship. Things like that don’t happen often’ Ania explained. ‘I spend most of my time training and working at a desk’ she laughed. Bianca’s smile returned. ‘I think I’d love to work for a Rogue Trader’. ‘You don’t like living in the tower?’ ‘No’ Bianca replied firmly. ‘I hate having all these walls around me all the time. I know there’s a galaxy out there and I want to see it. I want to see the Emperor’s Imperium and everything beyond it. I can waste my life here’. ‘You don’t have anything keeping you here?’ Ania asked. ‘No boyfriend or family?’ Bianca shook her head. ‘Mom died seven years ago in an explosion and dad died before I was born’. Ania could detect a hint of sadness in the girl’s voice though her face didn’t show it. ‘And no boyfriend?’ Ania asked. It was a subtle but important question. ‘No. Not for a year now. He signed up for the PDF and got shipped to another tower’. Bianca replied. Ania felt her hopes rise and then a pinch of guilt for feeling happy at this girl’s sad story. ‘It’s been a while for me too. Relationships aren’t exactly easy when you spend your life on a ship’ Ania said. They were both lonely souls but perhaps together they could find comfort. Ania would have to test the waters first, however. ‘There’s no one on your ship you want to be with?’ Bianca asked, disbelieving. ‘Oh plenty but it would unprofessional for a person of my rank to associate with lower-ranking crewmembers. The people I can be with mostly aren’t my…type’ Ania explained, the faintest hint of a blush crossing her pale face. Bianca giggled. ‘What is your “type”? I’d have thought being surrounded by soldiers, captains, merchants and explorers you’d have your pick of any men you met’. Ania half-smiled and felt her face redden to a deeper shade than before. ‘I’m not really into men, exactly’. She let the words hang in the air and carefully watched the young girl’s face for her reaction. It was a delicate moment and Ania was not sure how she would react. Bianca blinked and leaned back slightly as she processed the information. She bit her lower lip and seemed to shrink in her seat. Ania felt her heart beat in her chest. She hated this part of every meeting; the part where she announced her orientation and had to wait for the other to respond. ‘You mean you’re a lesbian?’ Bianca finally said. ‘Yeah. Is that alright?’ Ania asked. She was reading Bianca’s face as carefully as she could but the girl was being tight about showing her feelings. Suddenly her smile returned and her face brightened up again. ‘Sure. I’ve never met…someone like you’ Bianca said. ‘You haven’t? I thought it was common in hive cities’ Ania said. She had heard stories of entire communities forming in certain sections of hive cities. Some of them were quite open about it while others had to operate in shadows. More than once had they been confused for Chaos cults. Some got away with it. Others did not. ‘Only on the lower levels’ Bianca replied. ‘But many of the girls down there do all sorts of things. Is it common where you come from?’ ‘Not really. I only knew one other on the ship. I don’t really go looking for them either’ Ania replied. She wasn’t looking at Bianca anymore. She was playing with her hands on the table, wringing them together and intertwining her fingers. Bianca was doing them same. Their hands were only a few inches apart. ‘Do I make you uncomfortable?’ Ania asked. ‘No!’ Bianca quickly answered, taking Ania’s hand in hers. She held on to it tightly and looked at Ania with large, open eyes. ‘You’re so cool. You’re an officer on a Rogue Trader. You have the coolest life in the galaxy. I don’t care if you like…girls’. Ania smiled widely. Bianca was being aggressively cute. Her freckles seemed to stick out more on her flushed face. Her eyes were so sweet and innocent that they seemed to transfer the warmth of her heart directly into Ania’s. Her lips, soft and pink, beckoned Ania to touch them. Ania had to look away. Her face was going a deep red from embarrassment and other, lewder, feelings. ‘Thanks’ Ania replied. She could not think of anything else to say. ‘I’m sorry if I made your feel weird’ Bianca apologised. ‘I was about to say the same thing’ Ania said, laughing slightly. ‘I just don’t know how two girls could do…that. Does it even feel nice?’ Bianca asked, blushing a new shade of red. Ania played with the younger girl’s hand. She turned Bianca’s hand palm up and caressed the soft skin with her fingertips. The girl had small, delicate hands and cute fingers with fingernails painted the same shade of pink as her lipstick. ‘There are lots of ways to do it. Just as many as with a man, I promise you’ Ania said. Her voice was quieter and softer now. At some point in the conversation, both women and moved closer to each other and dropped their voices to little more than a whisper. She continued to caress the girl’s hand as she spoke. Bianca watched as Ania stroked the soft skin of her palm. She didn’t try to move it or pull her hand back. She just watched Ania make circles across her palm with her thumb. ‘Does it feel as good as with a man?’ Bianca asked. Her voice was a little husky now and she swallowed hard before speaking. ‘I wouldn’t know; I’ve only ever been with women’ Ania said slowly. ‘It feels amazing though’. Bianca was breathing heavily. Her flushed chest rose and fell in heavy, slow breaths as she listened to Ania speak and watched her softly massage her hand. Ania knew exactly what effect it was having the girl. Her pink lips looked darker on her red face and hung slightly open. The girl was swallowing nervously every few moments as thoughts ran through her mind. It was at that moment that Ania wished, for the first time, that she was a psyker. She would give almost anything for the ability to look inside the girl’s head at that moment and see what she was thinking. Bianca looked up and at the clock on the wall. ‘I have to go home now’ she said sadly. ‘You don’t want to keep talking?’ Ania asked. She didn’t want to see the girl go. ‘I do but I’m not supposed to stay here after my shift has ended and I’m pushing it already’ she explained. Bianca stood up from the table and turned to leave. Ania watched with eyes that almost pleaded for her to stay but the girl walked away. As she reached the staff door, Bianca stopped and looked back at where Ania was sitting. They looked into each other’s eyes for a long moment. Neither looked happy. Bianca broke the gaze and disappeared through the doorway. Ania felt her heart fall. Slowly she stood up from the table, took her bottle of Mara’s Vineyard and walked towards the exit. She tried to keep her head up but inside she felt like dragging her feet. Walking felt like too much effort. The way she felt now, the bottle of amasec wouldn’t last to the end of the night. She planned to drink until she felt nothing but the alcohol in her blood and the spinning of the room. Outside, the avenue was nearly empty. Only a few other people were walking down the wide pathway and none of them seemed to notice the sad woman in the dark dress. Slowly she walked along the avenue, passing store fronts and cafes as she headed for the elevator that would take her up to Level 197 and her private room. It was hard to contain the disappointment and frustration she felt. The girl had been so sweet and cute, it wasn’t fair that she could just walk away like that. For a moment Ania considered venturing to the lower levels, finding some ganger whore and abusing her for a bit. It was lack the affection, romance and beauty that she truly craved but at least with a prostitute Ania could vent some anger. Angry sex was still better than other night with a pillow between her legs and another pair of soiled panties. She reached the elevator and scanned her ID seal against the cognitor. As she waited for the platform to arrive, her thoughts wandered back to the young girl. Ania was interrupted by the sounds of someone running. She spun around, hoping against anything that she would see the sweet, cute face of Bianca running down the avenue towards her. Instead she saw a man running towards her. With another sigh of disappointment, she turned back to the elevator. The man ran up to her and spoke through his heavy panting. ‘Excuse me. This is for you’ he said, handing her a small, folded note. She accepted it, thanked him and opened it. The man turned around and walked away while Ania read the small note. The handwriting was scribbled and looked like it was written in a rush. I’m sorry I walked away. I want to talk to you about something. If you want to talk Come to L-181 S-3 B-21 R-33 after 21:00 -Bianca x Ania felt a rush as she read the letter. She read it again just to be sure. The long string of numbers and letters in the letter referred to her address within the tower. In room 33 of the 21st block in sector 3 of the 181st level was where she would find Bianca. She checked the time on a large clock near the elevators. It was only 19:55 right now. She had a little over an hour to kill before she was expected. The elevator doors opened and she entered. She could not wait an hour to talk to Bianca again. She hit the rune for level 181 and the elevator began to descend. The residential level was far busier than the levels above. Ania felt out of place navigating through the maze of walkways and passages as she followed the signs to sector 3. She followed the flow of foot traffic which gradually thinned as she approached block 21. Finally, after twenty-five minutes of walking and reading signs, Ania found herself in front of room 33. She stood in front of the door for a full minute, just staring at the blue metal door and the numbers screwed to the front of it. Her heart was thumping in her chest. She wanted to knock on the door but could not bring herself to do it. She took the note from her pocket and read it again. One line stuck out: “If you want to talk” The word “talk” was underlined. It seemed Bianca really didn’t want anything more from Ania. It hurt a little but at least she had given her a chance to talk again. A confidant was better than nothing, though what she really wanted was a lover. Ania took a deep breath and knocked on the door. She stepped back and held her hands in front of herself as she rocked on her heels. The door opened and Bianca peeked around the corner. Her hair was wet and her make-up was gone. She must have just stepped out of the shower. She looked at Ania with surprise and opened the door a little wider. ‘You’re really early’ she said. ‘I know. I’m sorry but I just couldn’t wait’ Ania explained. She felt embarrassed at her childish impatience but regretted nothing. Bianca took hold of Ania’s hand and pulled her into the apartment. The girl was dressed in a white bathrobe that almost covered her knees. Her hair was still dripping with water. Her braid had been undone. Somehow her face looked even cuter without her make-up. Her lips were their natural, darker colour and seemed to suit her face better, as Ania had suspected. Bianca’s home was small but cosy. There were few decorations apart from some pictures that hung from the eggshell-white walls and a small pot of flowers that hung from the ceiling in the kitchen. ‘Did I interrupt you?’ Ania asked. ‘No, no. I just finished having a shower. I thought you’d be coming later, if at all’ Bianca said, blushing. She nervously rubbed her bare feet on the grey carpet. ‘I’m sorry I walked away from you like that’. ‘It’s alright. I must have made you really uncomfortable’ Ania said. ‘Only a little’ Bianca said. She led Ania over to the small dining table near the kitchen unit and sat down with her. The bottle of Mara’s Vineyard sat between them again. Bianca drummed her fingers on the table and looked to the floor as she thought. Ania could tell that she wanted to say something but didn’t know how. The silence that hung between them was getting painful so Ania decided to break the ice. ‘I’m really glad you invited me here. I wanted to talk to you again’ she said. She took Bianca’s hand in hers again and stroked it gently with her thumb. Bianca looked her in the eyes and smiled again. ‘I wanted to talk to you too but I worried’. ‘Worried about what?’ Bianca looked at Ania’s hand as it caressed hers and then looked back at Ania. Ania understood immediately. ‘I don’t like girls’ Bianca said. She didn’t sound like she meant though. It sounded to Ania like she was saying for herself more than for Ania. Ania continued to stroke Bianca’s hand more. She squeezed it gently and looked at the young girl with a small smile. A smile twitched on Bianca’s lips too. Bianca suddenly stood up, shaking the smile off her face as she walked into the kitchen. Ania followed. She found the young girl leaning on the counter with her head hanging low. Her short bathrobe did nothing to cover her long, smooth legs. Ania paused in the doorway to the kitch to admire the girl’s beautiful body. She wanted to feel her skin and taste her lips but had to be careful. The situation was delicate. She approached Bianca from behind and carefully put her arms around the girl’s waist. She rested her head on Bianca’s shoulder, pressing her body against Bianca’s. The young girl smelled like peaches. Ania breathed deeply of the peachy aroma and filled her lungs with scent of the young girl. ‘Are you alright?’ she whispered. ‘I’m fine. Please don’t do this’ the young girl replied. She sounded scared and confused. Ania held the girl tighter and planted a small kiss on her cheek. ‘You don’t want this?’. ‘I don’t know. I don’t like girls’ Bianca repeated. Ania turned Bianca around so she could look her in the eyes. The young girl’s big, innocent eyes looked sad and it broke Ania’s heart to look into them. Her pink lips were turned into a small pout that she wanted to kiss forever. She held her forehead against Bianca’s. Their noses touched and each felt the hot breath of the other on their lips. Ania licked her lips as she gazed into the depths of Bianca’s wide, open eyes. The smell of amasec and peaches was intoxicating. It filled Ania with a hungry desire and a wicked glimmer appeared in her eyes. ‘Give me one night to convince you. One night with me and then I promise I’ll leave’ Ania whispered. Bianca stared into the pale, blue eyes of the woman she had met only a few hours earlier. She swallowed hard and whispered back. ‘Ok’. Ania hardly waited for the word to finish coming out of Bianca’s mouth before she pressed her lips against Bianca’s and kissed her deeply. Her hands grasped the young girl by the jaw, holding her face as she attacked it eagerly. Ania’s tongue slipped between Bianca’s pink lips and explored the warm, wet confines of her mouth. Bianca made a sound similar to a whimper as Ania came at her with force. The older woman was pressing her against the counter and kissing her unlike anyone had done before. Their tongues fought and wrestled while their lips slipped across each other in a wet dance led by Ania. Ania’s hands slipped down the young girl’s body, feeling the curves of her beautiful frame through the thick fabric of her bathrobe. She found purchase on the girl’s firm, slightly smallish, backside. Her hands slipped under the edge of the bathrobe and found warm, moist skin. Ania squeezed the firm flesh of Bianca’s ass as she bit the girl’s lower lips gently. In one, quick movement she lifted Bianca off her feet and pushed her onto the counter. Their kiss broke for one moment and the two separated. Bianca’s face was flushed deep red and her lips shone with wet saliva. During the kiss the front of her bathrobe had come loose, exposing some of her generous bust which rose and fell in time with her deep breaths. Ania stroked the side of Bianca’s face. The girl responded by closing her eyes and sighing contentedly. Ania moved her hands to rub Bianca’s smooth thighs from her knee up to under her robe, encouraging the girl to wrap her legs around Ania’s waist. Bianca did as instructed and held Ania in a loose grip with her legs as the older woman caressed them with care. Ania planted small kisses on Bianca’s face and lips as she whispered sweet nothings to the girl. She licked across the girl’s ear, teasing the wet skin with her nimble tongue. Ania took a fistful of wet hair and gently pulled Bianca’s head back so she could kiss, lick and nibble at the soft skin of her neck. Bianca let out another whimper, which worried Ania at first but then the young girl tightened her thighs around Ania’s waist and the older woman’s confidence was renewed. Daring to take this up a notch, Ania slipped her free hand into Bianca’s bathrobe and took a firm hold of the soft breast she found underneath. Bianca made a soft, cute cry as she squirmed under Ania’s touch. Ania responded by locking lips with her again to silence the young girl. Though her hands were trembling and her mind was flooded with conflicting thoughts and feelings, Bianca slowly reached up and slipped her bathrobe off her shoulders. She didn’t know what she was doing or why she as doing it but it felt right. Ania felt the fabric of the fluffy robe fall away and broke the kiss so she could see her young partner’s bare chest. Bianca blushed and looked away as she felt the eyes of Ania fall on her. Ania gasped softly at the sight. Small, pink nipples sat on the peak of the alabaster breast like snow on a mountaintop. The young girl’s breasts, free of the restraint of a bra and engorged with excitement, rose and fell in a hypnotic display that Ania could barely look away from. Bianca’s hand lingered at her chest as she tried to cover her erect nipples. Her face was burning with shame at being looked at in such a way by another woman. Ania took the young girl’s chin in her hand and slowly moved away Bianca’s hand. ‘I want you to watch’ whispered Ania. She kissed Bianca on the lips softly and took a step back. Bianca wiped the wetness away from her mouth and thoughtlessly caressed her own breasts as Ania began to strip. First to be removed was the black jacket. She casually removed it and dropped it on the countertop. Now only a leather corset and her long, silk gloves covered her flawlessly pale torso. Ania noticed Bianca’s eyes linger on her cleavage and herself blush a little too. She had forgotten how good it felt to be wanted. To have this young, sweet girl lusting after her gave Ania a rush unlike anything else in the world. The only thing that came close to a comparison was the rush and fear she felt in a battle but this was infinitely better. Bianca’s fingers softly brushed her nipple as Ania began to undo the back of her corset. When the final string was undone and the corset was about to fall away, Ania caught it and held it against her chest. With a wicked grin, she approached Bianca and took the girl’s hand in hers. With only inches separating them, Ania let her corset fall away and reveal her bare chest. Bianca let out a soft, scared squeak that made Ania laugh. She pressed Bianca’s hand against her breast and showed her how to squeeze it. Unlike Bianca, Ania’s nipples were inverted and flat against her larger breast. Her areolas were slightly larger and paler too. Ania moaned softly as she encouraged Bianca to squeeze them harder. ‘Do you like this?’ Ania asked between soft breaths and moans. Bianca tried to hide the smile on her red face. ‘You have really nice boobs’. ‘Do you want to take this to the bedroom?’ Ania asked, encouraging more squeezing. ‘I – I guess’ Bianca whispered, looking away and failing to hide her smile again. Bianca slipped off the counter she was sitting on, pulling her bathrobe back over her shoulders and led Ania into her small bedroom. She held the older woman’s hand as she led her, squeezing it tightly. Ania followed behind, licking her lips in anticipation of what she had planned for sweet Bianca. Ania lay Bianca down on her single bed with the front of her robe opened. She still tried to hide her breasts as they sagged gently to the side, even as Ania sat on her waist and stroked the young girl’s cheek. Ania leaned forward to kiss Bianca, pressing their chesses together. Ania rubbed her nipples against Bianca’s as her tongue slipped into the girl’s mouth. The older woman’s hand snaked down between their bodies and found the moist gusset of Bianca’s underwear. Bianca cried out and tried to close her legs but Ania was too strong for her. Ania hooked her feet inside Bianca’s legs so she could hold them open as her fingers roughly stroked the growing damp spot in Bianca’s panties. The girl squirmed and whimpered as her most sensitive spot was rubbed, stroked and massaged by Ania’s eager fingers. Ania’s kissing and touching became more aggressive as she felt Bianca’s heat and moisture on her fingertips. Her tongue slipped across Bianca’s tongue and teeth as their hot breath and saliva mixed. Both their lips were wet with mixed saliva. Ania’s lipstick was smudged across her mouth and her eyeliner was beginning to blur and mixed with her eye shadow. ‘You’re loving this. Admit it’ Ania giggled, between deep, passionate kisses. ‘Shut up’ Bianca replied with a small smile. She was still squirming and blushing beneath Ania’s increasingly aggressive touch. ‘Just admit that you love having a woman rub your pussy’ Ania teased. She nibbled playfully at Bianca’s jaw and slipped her fingers into Bianca’s panties. Bianca tried to close her legs again but Ania was too strong and they forced open again. The young girl began to pant and moan louder as Ania’s fingers mercilessly teased her burning vulva and aching clit. Ania brought her hand up to examine her wet fingers. She held her fingers between her face and Bianca’s, rubbing them together and watching the stringy lines of cum that hung between her fingers. She grinned as she played with her wet, sticky fingers in front of Bianca. The young girl looked completely embarrassed as she looked at her own cum being played with on the fingers of another woman. ‘I don’t like girls and you’re not turning me’ Bianca complained. Her voice betrayed her true feelings. ‘You’re lying. Look how wet you are’ Ania teased. She licked her fingers, tasting the sweet flavour of a young girl’s cum. Bianca looked away and blushed deeply. ‘Don’t say that’. Ania kissed the girl deeply again, sliding her finger into the kiss. She pulled her lips away but kept her fingers, still slick with cum, inside Bianca’s mouth. Bianca sucked on Ania’s fingers obediently while looking into her pale eyes. When Ania felt her fingers were clean enough, she pulled them free of Bianca’s mouth and slid them back into the young girl’s panties. Bianca cried out again as she felt Ania’s middle finger enter her. She was tight, Ania noticed. It could have been her nervousness making her tense up, but Ania suspected she had just never been properly broken in. Somehow that made what she was doing all the more delicious. The older woman grinned as she heard Bianca’s sudden gasp at her intrusion. The bar girl raised her hips and started to grind against Ania’s hand. Ania curled her finger upwards to rub against the hidden nerve cluster on the roof of Bianca’s vagina. The effect was immediate. Bianca sat up on her elbows, gasping and moaning and rocking her hips. Ania stopped straddling her and moved to lay by her side, still sliding her finger in and out of the hot, wet slit. Bianca’s panties were thoroughly soaked now. What had started as a dark patch on her white underwear had quickly spread to take over almost all of the material. It had become transparent and stuck to Ania’s hand as she massaged and fingered the tight hole in Bianca’s crotch. Bianca rocked and grinded her hips against Ania’s hand hard and fast. Her head was tilted back to broadcast her loud, short moans. Whatever qualms she had had about doing this with Ania were gone now. She had surrendered to her desires and was quickly approaching climax. Ania started to whisper words between her moans. Her eyes were held tightly shut and her face was constantly contorted into a look of focus. Ania’s eyes jumped from watching her hand inside Bianca’s panties to watching the young girl’s breasts bounce up and down and then watching her face as she approached orgasm. Bianca bit her lip and began to squeeze and massage her own breast. She looked into Ania’s pale eyes with a look of lust, confusion and embarrassment. Ania moved in to kiss the adorable girl again and for the first time, Bianca moved into the kiss as well. Their lips met and fought with a hungry desire. Bianca’s moans did not subside, even as she was moaning directly into Ania’s mouth and struggling for breath. Ania felt Bianca’s already tight walls clamp down even harder on her finger as the young girl crossed the threshold and began to spasm with pleasure that bombarded through her body. Ania bit her lip and glared into Bianca’s deep, chocolate eyes with a wicked, lustful stare. ‘Say my name, Bianca. Say it’ Ania ordered, nibbling at the young girl’s ear. ‘Ania!’ she cried out. ‘Ania! Ania!’ Ania licked and bit at Bianca’s neck and pressed her thumb firmly down on Bianca’s clit as her middle finger pressed upwards on the roof of Bianca’s nerve-packed canal. She could feel the girl’s interior twitch and shake as the nerves squashed between her two fingers went haywire. The young girl made pained, strangled sounds as her body tensed and relaxed a hundred times in a minute. Ania didn’t stop or slow even as Bianca’s whole body shook with the force of her climax. When she finally came down and collapsed back onto the bed, panting and whimpering, Bianca could only gently stroke Ania’s arm. Ania slowly removed her soaked hand from Bianca’s panties. It was set from fingertip to wrist with the slick result of Bianca’s joy. Ania examined her hand with amazement. She had never thought a girl could become so wet. She licked her fingers clean, smiling and giggling as Bianca watched her with glassy, dazed eyes. Ania smacked her lips as she cleaned her hand much like a cat would, with long strokes of her tongue. When she was convinced her had was clean, she leant in and kissed Bianca softly on her lips. Bianca returned the kiss happily. ‘Undress me’ Ania whispered on the lips of the young girl. Bianca nodded and sat up slowly. Ania rolled off the bed and stood at the end where Bianca sat. Ania raised her leg and placed it on the bed where Bianca obediently began to undo the straps of Ania’s long sandals. Ania watched with a small smile as Bianca massaged her ankle and stroked the smooth skin on her leg as the sandal was undone. When both sandals had been removed, Ania took Bianca’s hands and led them to the straps holding up her dress. A moment later the material fell away, leaving Ania in nothing but her black panties, the gusset of which was thoroughly soaked and clung to her like a second skin. Bianca pressed her forehead against Ania’s naval and giggled as her hands continued to stroke the older woman’s smooth thighs. Ania giggled too as she stroked Bianca’s damp hair and held the sweet girl’s head against her tummy. ‘Take them off’ Anai told her playfully. Bianca raised her finger to the edges of Anai’s black panties but paused before pulling them down. She looked up at Ania’s face, her chin pressed into Ania’s tummy. She looked nervous and embarrassed but a cute smile still graced her face. ‘Do I really have to?’ she asked. ‘Yes’ Ania replied, tapping Bianca’s forehead affectionately. Bianca looked back down, staring in the pale skin of Ania’s belly and took a deep gulp as she slowly lowered the underwear down Ania’s legs. She paused again when the band of Ania’s panties reached her pubic cleft. There wasn’t a trace of hair but as her clitoral hood came into view, Bianca stopped and blushed again. From her perspective, Ania could see Bianca’s ears glowing red with embarrassment as she held her forehead against Ania’s crotch. ‘Come on. Just a little lower’ Ania cooed, holding Bianca’s hands and helping her lower the panties down to Ania’s knees. The panties fell down to Ania’s ankles and were casually kicked away. Fully nude, Ania stood in front of the blushing Bianca with a smile on her face and a slick, needy slit. She gently pushed Bianca onto her back and straddled the young girl, resting her wet pussy on Bianca’s thigh. Bianca lay back with her hands above her head and her legs hanging over the edge of the bed. Ania began to grind her crotch on Bianca’s smooth flesh. Her breasts swung back and forth over Bianca as Ania got into her rhythm. Bianca took hold of the older woman’s breasts and squeezed them tightly. Ania made a soft moan of approval and blew a kiss down to her. Bianca replied with an embarrassed smile and returned the small air kiss. Ania moaned softly as rub her groin on Bianca’s thigh in long, strong strokes. After only a few minutes of grinding Bianca’s thigh was shiny and slick with Ania’s cum. Bianca began to lift her leg to better push against Ania’s crotch. As she rubbed herself off on Bianca’s leg, Ania squeezed and caressed the young girl’s breasts. They exchanged frequent short kisses and tongue fights as Ania gasped and moaned openly. She did not have the same restraint as Bianca and let her enjoyment be broadcast widely. Her strokes became shorter and faster as her breath grew more erratic and her moans became higher in pitch. She bit her lip groaned as she felt the first minor tremor in her nethers. Ania conitued to make love to Bianca’s thigh and knee for several more minutes, groaning and moaning with lewd delight as small tastes of a climax rippled through her body. She had painted the top of Bianca’s thigh in several layers of warm cum but she was far from done. She lifted her crotch off Bianca’s leg for a moment. Several strings of cum still connected her pink slit to Bianca’s thigh. She took the young girl’s hand and moved it towards her opening. Bianca understood what the older woman wanted and nervously inserted her two middle fingers into the hot, wet confines of Ania’s sex. Ania grinned with lust as she held Bianca’s hand in place as she began to ride her hand. She stroked Bianca’s cheek as the girl blew kisses and embarrassed smiles up at her. When Ania felt herself rising to the biggest climax yet she leaned forward, burying her face in Bianca’s shoulder as she moaned and cried out with pleasure. Her hips grinded strongly against Bianca’s hand and thigh as her canal clamped down tightly on her wet fingers. Her fingers clawed at Bianca’s soft skin and her teeth left marks on Bianca’s shoulder as Ania climaxed and lost control. Her hips bounced, grinded and thrust against the two fingers that rubbed her sensitive insides. She climaxed several more times after the first shock. Her body shook and trembled with each new wave of sensation until finally she collapsed onto Bianca. Bianca wrapped her leg around Ania, holding her closely as she brought her fingers up to her mouth and dutifully sucked them clean. Ania silently watched the young bar girl lick away the cum that coated her fingers and noted the look of relish and hunger on Bianca’s face. It was a small act; the licking. But to Ania it meant so much more. It was a sign of acceptance and affection. It put a smile on her face and warmed her heart. ‘I want to do something to you now’ she whispered into Bianca’s ear. ‘Haven’t we done enough?’ the young girl suggested shyly. Ania didn’t answer. In one swift motion she brabbed Bianca’s underwear and pulled them down the young girl’s leg. She threw them across the room across the room and moved into position. She saw Bianca’s perfectly neat, pink and pure pussy for the right time. The neat little slit in her skin was almost as cute as her face was and it made Ania’s mouth water just to remember the sweet taste of it. She stood up on her knees and took hold of Bianca’s leg. She lifted the young girl’s leg up and held it up against her body as she shuffled into position. Bianca realised too late what was about to happen. She tried to close her legs and move away but Ania was determined and held her leg in place. With her leg held firmly in place, Bianca could only watch as Ania lowered her pussy onto hers. She covered her face and whimpered when she felt the two hot, wet vulvas meet and begin to grind together. ‘Please don’t! Not that, not that, not that!’ she complained as her juices mixed Ania’s. Ania heard her but did nothing to slow or stop her hips. She kissed their two lips together eagerly and rocked them hard. Bianca squirmed and fought back half-heartedly but that only made Ania hotter. The older woman laughed as she kissed and licked Bianca’s ankle and rubbed her clit against the hot, pink lips of Bianca’s sensitive womanhood. Ania had learned fairly early on in her first sexual relationship with a woman that tribadism, more commonly known as scissoring, was mostly for foreplay. The pleasure was not in the body but in the mind. It was hard to get the right about of friction and pressure when rubbing her pussy against another but the thought alone was enough to fill her with a powerful lust. Knowing that her most private place was kissing and mixing with another girl’s most private place was unbearably arousing. She had learned a lot about this erotic act since her virginity had been taken by the lieutenant all those years ago. Of all the variations of tribadism, the student position – grinding against the thigh – was her favourite but nothing came close to the arousing nature of the closed scissor position. The dominate scissor position – which she was currently forcing on Bianca – was the best alternative until the young girl became more comfortable with doing these things with Ania. Bianca kept her face covered with her hands the entire time Ania kept her held in place. Ania felt bad for only a moment until she saw the poorly hidden smile that graced Bianca’s bright red face. Ania felt reassured again when she realised that the slick, hot mess between her legs could not possibly been all hers. The sounds escaping Bianca’s lips after only a few minutes of rough pussy fighting told Ania she was ready for the man event. Ania let go of Bianca’s leg and ceased her hip rocking to lean down to kiss the younger girl. Bianca moved her hands just enough for Ania to have access to her mouth but kept her eyes hidden behind her palms. After a brief kiss, Ania slipped off the bed and sat on her knees on the floor in front of Bianca. The young girl sat up on her elbows and look down her body to where Ania was sitting. The older woman spread Bianca’s legs and kissed along the insides of her thighs, slowly making her way to her centre. Bianca’s eyes grew wider as she felt the sudden rush of a tongue sliding across her clit. Ania had no time for teasing or toying with the girl. She wanted to dive in and devour the girl. The pleasure, raw and undiluted, flowed into Bianca’s body. It washed over and drowned out all other thoughts and feelings. Ania owned her mind, body and soul. ‘Emperor forgive me’ Bianca said through clenched teeth as she surrendered to this new pleasure. Consumed with her own lust, Ania barely noticed her cute partner in the throes of an agonisingly drawn-out orgasm. She lapped up the fresh cum that was flowing freely from the heated, twitching slit of Bianca’s vulva. The scent and taste of pure lust was driving Ania insane. She wanted more. She wanted Bianca’s essence to fill her forever It was only after several minutes of mind-numbing, relentless pleasure did Bianca has the willpower and focus to grab Ania by her hair and roughly pull her up for a deep, wet kiss. Ania’s face was a mess of saliva, sweat and cum but Bianca barely noticed as she kissed her with a limitless passion. Time blurred after that. What felt like hours of kissing and caressing may have only been a few minutes but in the end the result was the same. They lay on the bed, arms and legs wrapped tightly around each other. Bianca had her eyes closed and looked to be sleeping, while Ania stroked her hair and caressed her leg with her foot. The smell of sex was heavy in the air. ‘Are you ok?’ Ania whispered, as she caressed Bianca’s soft cheek. Bianca opened her eyes and smiled. ‘Yeah’ she said sleepily. ‘Did you have fun?’ Ania asked with a broad smile as she rubbed her nose against Bianca’s. Bianca looked away and was silent for a moment. She rolled away from Ania and sat on the edge of her bed. Ania watched her bare back with a look of concern. ‘I need a bath’ Bianca said. She stood up from the bed and walked out of the bedroom, keeping her breasts and crotch hidden. Alone on the bed, Ania didn’t know what to think. She suddenly felt very ashamed of herself. She was nude, in a stranger’s bedroom and had apparently failed to impress. She found her underwear and quickly slipped them back on. They were cold and damp against her skin but at least she was no longer naked and embarrassed. As she was collecting her clothes and preparing to make a quiet exit, Bianca peek through the doorway. ‘Do you want to join me in the bath?’ she asked with a smile. Ania looked at her with a dumbfounded look. She broke into a giggle and replied, ‘Of course. I’ll be there in a sec’. Bianca smiled, nodded and disappeared again. Ania sat down on the bed and laughed at herself for a moment. She silently thanked the Emperor for Bianca. The sound of water running could be heard in the next room, inviting Ania to continue her night of amusement. She slipped off her panties once more, feeling better having them off, and walked into the bathroom, naked and proud of it. In the small bathroom Ania found Bianca already lying up to her neck in the water. White steam rose off the surface of the deep water and fogged up the large mirror that covered the opposite wall. Seeing Ania enter, Bianca sat up the bath and tapped the surface of the water invitingly. Ania dipped her toe into the hot water. It burned her skin almost to the point of pain but never crossed it. As she slipped deeper into the hot water her mass pushed the water up. As her nipples were submerged beneath the hot water, she winced at the sudden burning but endured it until her body got used to the temperature. She settled into her position and rested her back on the wall of the long tub. Bianca cuddled up to Ania and let the older woman wrap her arms around her. Together in the hot water, the two women relaxed and enjoyed the chemical calm that followed at the exertion of an energetic love making session. Ania idly played with the fleshy orbs on Bianca’s chest, splashing water onto her chest and lazily squeezing her breasts. ‘This has been the best night I’ve had in years’ Ania whispered, running her wet fingers through Bianca’s hair. ‘I hurt a little bit. Down there, I mean’ Bianca replied. Ania slipped her hand under the water and gently stroked Bianca’s vulva. ‘I wasn’t too rough, was I?’ she asked. ‘You were a little’ Bianca replied shly. ‘I still liked it though’ she quickly added. Ania smiled and kissed the young girl’s cheek. ‘So you like girls now?’ she teased. ‘I don’t’ Bianca replied flatly, almost like she was offended at the notion. ‘I’m sorry to hear that’ Ania replied, unable to hide the disappointment in her voice. Bianca cleared her throat. ‘I don’t like girls. But…I think I like you’. Those words brought a wide smile to Ania’s face. She didn’t say anything but kissed Bianca’s lip deeply in reply. She didn’t know why but it felt more amazing to hear those words. Something deeper was stirring inside her, long since forgotten. Whatever it was that was awakening within her, Ania loved it and she wanted more. ‘I want to ask you something’ Bianca said when Ania broke the kiss. ‘What is it?’ Ania said with a smile. ‘I want to come with you. I want to be part of your Rogue Trader’ Bianca said firmly. ‘You want to become part of the crew?’ ‘Yes. I don’t care what job you need me to do. I’ll work anywhere I just want to leave this place. I want to see the galaxy and go on adventures like you do!’ Bianca said, rolling over in Ania’s grip. Ania looked away as she thought. Memories of Elyz’s death flashed in front of her again. If she said yes she would be exposing her to the same dangers that had claimed the life of the woman she loved. This girl had never even been in space. She would have to learn everything from scratch: xenos, the warp, warfare, planetary exploration. It would be a shock to her system and might be too much for her to handle. Then again, Ania had not been much different when she was basically pressganged onto the ship and she really did not want to leave Bianca behind. ‘If I find a place for you, you have to promise me one thing’ Ania said after a long moment. ‘Anything!’ Bianca replied quickly. ‘You have to obey me. If I say I’m going planet-side and it’s too dangerous for you, then you will do as I say and stay on the ship. If I say no, I mean no. Understand?’ Ania explained. Bianca was quiet for a second. She looked a little let down. Her expression quickly flicked back to a smiling, happy face. ‘Alright. I’ll do whatever you say’.