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A/N: To provide context, the Solaita family is the royal family from the country Taloa aka “The Pearl Islands.” This country has an alliance with Oawana, hence their visit. It’s worth mentioning that Aloni (Akela’s oldest sister) does end up marrying a member of this family.
In regards to timeline, this is before Akela and Naira are dating but they still have tension. You’ll see.
Enjoy the gay vibes.
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“Oh my God! ”
The sound of panting and lewd noises of licking and kissing filled the room. The sun, starting to fall from its peak position, came through the sheer curtains, putting small patches of light throughout the room. Had the sun been a bit higher and the windows open a bit wider, a curious passerby may have been able to see the princess of Oawana in quite a precarious position. Akela’s back rested against the back of the chair, her legs on either side of her lover’s head, who was entirely occupied between her legs.
Akela’s grip tightened on the girl’s head, her fingers finding themselves buried in her curls. Her eyes were practically rolling back now.
“Oh God…good girl…”
She would’ve moaned the girl’s name but honestly, she couldn’t remember and wasn’t exactly in a position to think that hard about it. Kalani?...No Kaya…Oh, whatever…
Her companion wasn’t a stranger per se, Akela had seen her before. She lived in the wealthy neighborhood by the palace, she was the sister of a military officer or something. Not that it mattered who she was- all Akela cared about at this point was what was behind her lips. Akela was no stranger to women who were inexperienced (after all they were always experienced by the time she was done with them) but this one definitely knew what she was doing.
Akela’s eyes came back into her head for just long enough to look at the young woman between her thighs. She pulled her hair back with her hands, looking at her face- well, everything from the nose up that is. She was a lighter brown than Akela typically went for, her skin was just a few shades darker than the sand that covered the beach.
The girl looked up at the princess, catching her gaze. Her eyes were narrow and dark green, almost like a crocodile's. It was a shame she couldn’t remember a name to put to those pretty eyes.
“Is this to your liking princess?”
“ Ha …very…”
She always loved a people pleaser.
The girl’s head soon disappeared back between the princess's legs and Akela began to feel that familiar pressure building in her stomach. The words started to spill out of Akela’s mouth, practically threatening the girl if she were to stop. Her lover was apparently a very good listener, tightening her grip around the princess’s thighs. Akela’s back now arched up off the back of the chair, her free hand digging into the wood beneath her. The pitch of her voice got higher, and her chest rose and fell at a quickening pace. Her lover’s head was moving faster and faster and Akela was making it very clear that she was enjoying herself.
“Oh shit…Right there…Right-”
KNOCK, KNOCK.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
The girl immediately jumped away from the princess, startled and Akela let her head fall back, frustrated. If the girl wasn’t so damn scared by the knock, Akela would’ve been able to finish before dealing with it. Akela let her eyes close, maybe if she thought hard enough about it she could-
KNOCK. “Your Highness!”
The knock at the door repeated, even harder than the last, and Akela accepted defeat, reaching for the robe on the back of her chair.
The girl, now sitting on her floor with the expression of a caught child, stared up at Akela with wide eyes. Akela fastened her robe and stood over her. It’s not a big deal. If anything, getting caught sleeping with the princess should be a good thing.
“You can get dressed if you’d like but you don’t have to leave.”
The girl, now suddenly very aware of her nakedness, scrambled to grab her dress from off the floor, holding the fabric against her bare chest. She muttered some half-coherent apology and the rapping at the door continued.
“Your Highness. Your presence is being requested.”
The girl looked at the door, her face silently questioning if Akela was going to open it. Akela gestured at the door lazily.
“Give me a minute, dammit!”
She was in no rush to leave. Even through the thick wood of the door, she could recognize the voice outside. They’d sent Captain N’Khari to come to get her. Akela grazed her hand against the girl’s shoulder, her skin was still hot from where Akela’s legs had sat.
“When I come back it can be your turn.”
The girl’s eyes widened even further and Akela grinned.
There was another knock at the door but Akela was in no rush to move. She bent down, kissing the girl on her parted lips. She was intentionally slow at this point. After all, any meeting they were requesting she be there for couldn’t start without her.
“I’ll be right there” she announced loudly.
I wonder if Captain N’Khari is listening.
With that thought in mind, she wanted to test her theory. She lifted the girl’s chin, urging her to open her mouth wider. She groaned softly into the princess’s mouth. Akela leaned in further, tracing her tongue on the roof of her companion’s mouth, feeling her squirm beneath her. Ever the tease, Akela pulled away loudly, the sound like biting into an overripe peach. The sound seemed to reverberate through the room, definitely audible from the doorway.
Finally , she remembered.
“Be right back, Kalia.”
When Akela opened the door, her suspicions were confirmed. Standing there with a furrowed brow was her security officer, Captain N’Khari. Akela swung the door wide, purposefully allowing Kalia to be visible from the door.
“Yes, Captain ?”
If she noticed the young woman sitting on the princess’s floor she did a good job of hiding it. Her expression was as blank and stern as usual.
“Your presence has been requested,” she repeated. Her voice was low and flat, offering no clues as to if she had heard the activities happening behind the door. Akela wished she’d be more reactive- blush, frown, laugh, grimace, something. Anything other than that flat look on her face.
“Is it important? Honestly?”
Akela leaned in, laying her arm lazily on the Captain’s shoulder. For whatever reason, her goal had become to get a reaction out of the Captain. She gestured to the room behind her and Kalia looked as though she was trying her hardest to vanish into the floor.
“We were in the middle of a private meeting.”
Naira’s face remained unchanged and Akela decided to push her limits. She shifted her weight onto Naira’s shoulder. She laid her head against her own hand, practically leaning against the taller woman’s chest. She narrowed her eyes, looking through her lashes seductively.
“You know, if you wanted to join us, I would never tell.”
Naira, clearly in no mood for Akela’s games today, stepped to the side, forcing the princess to stand on her own.
“You are needed for a meeting with the foreign relations council. It is in regard to the upcoming visit from the Solaita family. I was instructed not to return without you.”
Akela sighed, furrowing her brows together. She really wished Naira would banter with her, it was always more fun that way.
Akela huffed, “Alright. I’ll get dressed.”
She turned to enter her door and decided to try one more time with the officer. “Unless of course,” she drawled, allowing the thin fabric of her robe to fall loosely around her shoulder, exposing her bare skin, “you think I’d look better in this.”
Naira raised an eyebrow and Akela fought back a grin, pleased she could finally get some semblance of a reaction out of the stoic.
“I’ll be waiting outside your door.”
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The meeting was exactly what Akela expected; boring. Somehow the council found a way to make an upcoming visit from royalty into something uninteresting. They were currently debating about the colors of the floral arrangements for the tables. Earlier there was a fifteen-minute debate over what type of fish should be served.
When Akela requested more responsibility from her aunt this is not what she had in mind.
Her mind wandered and she began thinking about her earlier interaction with Naira. She frowned slightly; though she was joking, she wasn’t used to having her advances rejected- serious or otherwise.
Captain N’Khari.
Akela looked over at the woman, standing erect against the wall, and studied her from head to toe. She wore the dark uniform of a navy officer. She looked from her boots to her pants to her jacket- it was all crisp and precise, not a thread out of place. Her hair was worn in locs, tightly twisted away from her face. Her hair was gathered into a bun at the nape of her head, another facet of her military uniform. The Captain’s hair was always worn back, tied back in some way or another. Akela started to wonder what she’d look like with her hair down, letting the locs fall loosely into her face. How long would they be? Would her hair reach her shoulders? Her chest? Would they fall all the way to her lower back?
Her interest had been piqued and Akela began to look a bit closer, hungry for more details. Her eyes passed over every shining button on the captain's jacket, the glint of her belt buckle, the crest embroidered on her sleeve.
Her eyes lingered particularly long over the Captain’s arms, though she was wearing sleeves her pronounced biceps were visible. Now that she was looking, every part of her seemed muscular. Her calves, her forearms, her shoulders, her chest-
What the hell?
Akela redirected her gaze to the table, suddenly taking great interest in the wood grain of the furniture. What the hell had gotten into her? Akela was attracted to women of all types but Naira? No, the captain was off-limits.
Akela sighed to herself. You’re just bored, find something to think about. That task seemed to be easier said than done. She looked around the room trying to think of something, anything other than-
“Captain N’Khari.”
Of course.
The woman stepped forward from her spot by the door, standing next to the council member that had called her over.
“Sir.”
“When the family arrives, several other military officers will be present whilst they are being welcomed into the island. I’d like you to be a part of that group.”
“Yes, sir.”
“As long as that's alright with you, your Highness.”
Akela looked up from her spot on the table.
“With me?”
“Captain N’Khari acts as your security. The decision would be yours to make.”
Akela sat up, suddenly very aware of how much she had been slouching throughout the meeting. She felt eyes from around the table and cleared her throat, praying her voice came out clearly.
“Yes, of course.”
That was regal enough.
Akela leaned back into her chair, certain that was the first and only time during this meeting she’d be addressed directly. She let her shoulders fall and inhaled through her nose.
Get it together. Speaking never made Akela nervous. She’d been speaking in front of large crowds since she was a child and yet right now, in a room of no more than 20, her heartbeat was pounding. She looked away from the General and caught eyes with Naira.
Naira’s gaze was intense. Her dark brows always sat low on her forehead, constantly furrowed. It may have been Akela’s imagination but Naira’s face seemed to soften. Akela had never realized that Naira’s eyes were actually lighter than her own, a warm brown similar to the bark of the rainforest trees. For all her muscle and hard exterior, she had very feminine eyes, round and soft.
“It’s settled then.”
The General’s voice caused Naira to redirect her attention and with it, her eyes. Akela’s head followed hers, pining to meet her eyes again. She felt her heartbeat begin to slow again and suspected she had located the source of the problem.
“Now, moving on to other matters.”
Naira returned to her spot against the wall. The meeting blended back into the dull monotony it was before. Akela looked about the room searching for something, anything, to hold her attention. She settled for a loose thread at the top of her skirt which she knotted and untied incessantly for the remainder of the meeting. Though the meeting continued to bore her, she couldn’t ignore the tingling feeling of curiosity bubbling in her stomach.