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Her skin was smooth. Soft. Freshly shaven against the silky sheets. Meenah paused for a moment, just breathing in the smell of powder on her skin and rosy perfume. She laid shirtless over her dripping sweat and her once smug smile had dumbed into a stare of awe. Wide eyed, careful not to hurt her. Her ash colored skin contrasted beautifully with the delicate white lace of her lingerie. Meenah had gifted it to her about half sweep ago and she enjoyed wearing it on special occasions. It made her look like a porcelain doll. The top cupped her amble breast perfectly, pushing them up just enough to be noticeable. Meenah eyes thrifted down to her soft thighs and stomach. She tended to fuss over the gain she put on in the past sweeps but Meenah happened to think it was cute. More than cute. Beautiful. Every part of her was beautiful beyond comparison.
“Meenah?”
Aranea squeak, cocking her head as she laid under her in bed. “What are you staring at? Cmon what happened to all that talk about what you were gonna do to me when you got home?” She poked fun, wrapping her hands behind Meenahs neck and smiling.
Meenah sat up in bed, still straddling aranea between her thighs. She laughed awkwardly for a moment, before her face contorted and her mouth turned to a frown. She began to cry softly, covering her mouth with her hands to hide the sound of her sobs. Aranea sat up quickly, placing a hand on her cheek and shushing her
“hey hey, what’s wrong baby?”
Meenah shook her head
“No there’s nothing wrong Serks. You’re just…so perfect. Too perfect for me or anyone else on this cruel planet. I mean look at me Serket, reely look at me! I steal, I cheat, I kill, I…I have so much cruelty in my heart and yet I’m with the purest girl I know.”
She laughed, shaking her head “yknow you act so tough sometimes, it’s sweet to see you be genuine,”
Meenah laided down in the bed, nuzzling her face into Aranea’s chest “Sometimes I think you’re too good for me baby. I can’t help but get emotional about it. I just want to do right by you for once,”
She cradled Meenah in her arms. Her “intimidating” girlfriend crumpling into a blubbering, crying mess of emotions. Aranea didn’t try to cheer her up or continue to initiate, she just let her feel her feelings with the occasional kiss on the head