Her intention had been to come over and talk about things, but she was honestly… horny. The insecurities over their relationship had built up ever since Theia arrived. While a part of her knew it was stupid, she also couldn't shake the idea that having sex could be something to prove their connection. Naia began to rub his shoulders from behind after he sat down.
'It would also relieve some of my stress.'
"Ev, are you feeling up to it?"
She whispered the temptation in his ear, like most times she wanted to initiate an encounter. Evander turned and looked at the woman with a little curiosity showing in his eyes, which was enough for her. Naia started to kiss him and rub her fingers around his neck and the back of his red hair. He started to shift his seated position to the side.
When his hands cupped the side of her breast and the opposite cheek of her butt, a feeling of elation tore through her. It felt like validation that this could work. Like their shared history of intimacy might just serve as something to highlight and keep his feelings focused on her.
Hands pressed into his chest and gripped the civies he had put on too fast for her to make up her mind as their kissing became deeper. She practically sat on his lap and hummed in his mouth as his fingers caressed spots through her clothing that he had calculated through their many experiences. The black haired woman later pulled away with saliva trailing between their tongues.
"We should kiss like this more often. It feels so great."
The man watched her flushed face and deep breaths with the passion lingering in her blue-adjacent eyes. The shorts he had put on had begun feeling tighter a while before - as she kept bumping and pressing against the area - but now it was getting almost too restrictive. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"A lot of things that you do feel great."
Sensing what he wanted with that kind of statement, she shivered a little and smiled expressively. That intimate act alone wasn't going to be enough for her… or for him. But it was a start. And she liked being told she was good at it.
"Let me take my clothes off first."
They both stood, peeling away the cloth covering themselves. Her breasts were familiarly firm and his member was the only one she'd ever touched. Though not that she'd ever seen, due to medical classes every student had to take and co-ed showering places at V/O. So, she knew that his genetics given package leaned towards the high-end without being monstrous.
Naia also knew, because he told her, that she had been his first. She kneeled down in front of him and softly ran her fingers over the part of him that was first given to years ago. Her lips pressed over the tip as she poured some of their still mixed saliva out of her mouth. Then she flattened her tongue and began to give him a 'great' time.
For a while she closed her eyes and focused on the task - not because she didn't like performing orally, but because she really wanted him to note her exuberance this time. As she licked and sucked the man started to let his mind wander a bit. It was hard not to when there were so many things going on. When she did look up while sliding his length as far back into her throat as it would go, she found that he was also closing his eyes…
'He… he never does that. No matter how good he is feeling.'
Adding her trademark hum made him open them and look down at her, but both of them were feeling awkward things inside. One had let his mind drift in fantasy and had needed to remove the visual difference of black hair and the other… the other knew it. At least, it was the only thing that she could think happened. Even if she didn't say anything or stop what she was doing.
Frustrated at how it was going, her fingers began to rub and tease at herself as she kneeled below him. She tried to forget her suspicion as she continually sucked and fondled, but everything felt so *physical* now. It was no longer as good to her as it normally was. When his hands touched her forehead in warning, she pulled back some to allow the coiled and thick semen to glaze her mouth and not her throat.
The taste was the same as always, but her emotions as she spit it into her hand and used two fingers to help scrub out the rest from her tongue were not. She couldn't be happy at the result, knowing the carnal act had failed her. Even still, Naia couldn't just confront him with these feelings.
"It must have felt pretty good, huh?"
Her tone tried to be that of a vixen, but he caught the way she was staring at the puddle of sticky white in her hand. It looked a little forlorn. He wasn't an idiot and could tell that there was something bothering her. But he didn't have a clue as to what, so the man said the only thing that he could to generate more information.
"Is something wrong?"
She shook her head and smiled before looking up at him. Evander reached his hand down and helped her to her feet. Naia didn't want to let him know how she was feeling. It would probably cause an argument. She felt like an idiot and didn't want him thinking the same thing. The worst part was she still felt a draw and need.
"No, nothing. Just a little tired. Hey, do you mind if you just… use your fingers this time? I'm not sure I'm feeling up to all the way."
His eyes glowed red for a moment before nodding. It wasn't the first time she made this kind of request… and while he had been riled up before, he was feeling a little guilty about his strayed imagination. The guilt came back when he sat behind the black haired woman and fiddled with her nethers.
She was wetter than usual despite the claim of being tired and moaned quickly to his ministration. But he busily wondered if this spot she liked inside was in the same location on Theia - or if it was a centimeter or two different? Were the folds and ridges of the flesh inside all the same? Would it feel distinct on his penis?
How much the two women were alike… and how much they were different. The tactician in him couldn't help but want to know. For now, he felt like he could manage everything fine. He had no plans to betray the loyalty she'd given him.
Evander also knew that his lover wouldn't say anything about it all if he didn't.
While he was having these thoughts, the woman in his hands was actually thinking about him. How much she liked the feeling of him against her back, holding onto her. The fact that his breathing tickled the top of her head as he moved his hand.
Naia was thinking only about him, not anyone else. Yet, she couldn't get rid of the image of his face. The one that she saw while his eyes were closed… and knowing he hadn't been thinking about her. As she came, it felt like the tears hiding in her heart were going to escape as well.