Page 12 of Battle of Hearts

“Yes,” Mirren gasped as Sawyer’s fingers probed her G spot.

“Harder this time?”

“Please,” Mirren yelped as Sawyer’s fingers thrust out and back in roughly.

“You like this?” Sawyer asked, her gaze never leaving Mirren’s. She enjoyed watching Mirren’s pupils dilate in pleasure as she added another finger and thrust hard into Mirren again.

“Oh fuck, yes.” Mirren’s head tipped back and her legs parted further and Sawyer began to fuck her deep and hard, feeling her body open to accommodate the majority of Sawyer’s hand.

“Oh, fuck,” Mirren screamed, arching her back in response to the overload of pleasure. Sawyer smiled against Mirren’s clit, reaching her tongue to draw circles around it, then going back to sucking, all while her fingers pumped roughly in and out of Mirren, slowly at first, then faster, the tips of her fingers curling against her g-spot over and over.

“Oh my god, Sawyer,” Mirren yelped, tangling her fingers in Sawyer’s hair and pulling, perhaps a little too hard, but Sawyer didn’t care. Mirren clearly couldn’t control the moans that constantly erupted from her mouth and Sawyer had never seen or heard anything so sexy as she continued to fuck her. She was weak, completely at the mercy of Sawyer’s touch. She bucked her hips as Sawyer switched to sucking on her clit again, the most beautiful fucking taste in the world.

Sawyer’s fingers picked up their pace, pounding Mirren’s g-spot over and over. Mirren’s muscles tightened against her. Sawyer continued her assault on her clit with her tongue, pumping her fingers so fast that she knew Mirren was close. Suddenly Mirren slammed her thighs shut, trapping Sawyer’s hand between them.

“Oh, god, I’m gonna come,” Mirren whimpered. “Fuck, I’m gonna come so hard.”

Her moans and breaths got louder and heavier when suddenly she threw her head back and let out a sharp scream as she came hard pulsing and gushing against Sawyer’s right hand and in her mouth.

The orgasm felt like it flowed through them both over and over.

It wasn’t until Mirren’s body relaxed and the shaking stopped did Sawyer finally pull out of her. With a few gentle licks of the wetness around her labia, Sawyer cleaned her up, before gently moving up her body.

The two women collapsed side by side in a heap of sweaty, shaky bodies. Mirren struggled to catch her breath, while Sawyer watched her with a mixture of nervousness and satisfaction.

“That was…” Sawyer began, then said, “Unexpected,” the same time Mirren said, “Amazing.”

The two women made eye contact, and Mirren laughed. Silence took over at that, with both women holding each other’s gaze but unsure of what to say. The fire crackled in the background, but getting warm was no longer an issue for them.

Sawyer had spent the entire day thinking about their kiss the previous night and how unexpected it had been, and now they’d just had sex.

And it had been amazing. It was more than that. It wasotherworldly.

But now, as they got close to drifting off to sleep, Sawyer couldn’t help but wonder—where did that leave them?

6

MIRREN

The fire crackled softly in the background, its light casting long, flickering shadows across the room. The storm outside had only intensified, wind howling like a beast in the night. It was a stark contrast to the strange quiet that took residence inside the outpost.

Mirren lay still, her back to the floor, hands intertwined across her breasts. Her eyes were glued to the ceiling as she carefully watched strips of reddish orange light dance across the room. The blanket was pulled loosely over her bare skin. Her pulse still raced, but not from the storm. Her mind spun, not from the remnants of sleep, but from the events that had unfolded in the small hours of the night.

It was fromher.

It was as if the heat of Sawyer’s body had branded itself into her memory, the softness of her skin lingering on Mirren’s fingertips, the feeling of her hands and tongue leaving sparks slithering across her body.

Mirren stared at the ceiling, at those small flickers of warm light. She still felt the weight of what had happened, even hours later as she lay awake unable to sleep. She wanted to roll over,to look at Sawyer. Maybe even hold her in her arms, or at least press up against her warmth. Instead, she felt rooted in place.

A torrent of thoughts surged through her, mixing with emotions she didn’t have time to sort out. The mission, the storm, survival—everything she had been trained to focus on—had somehow slipped away. What had replaced it was Sawyer.Sawyer.

She hadn’t meant for it to happen, hadn’t expected to feel so out of control, but it was as if something had snapped, pulling her into a moment she could never take back.

Beside her, she could hear the subtle shift of blankets, the slow inhale of Sawyer waking up. A nervous energy ran through Mirren, stiffening her shoulders. She thought about pretending to sleep, to see if Sawyer would say or do something, but she couldn’t make up her mind. She still didn’t move, though. She couldn’t bring herself to break the quiet, to say the things hanging unspoken in the air.

Sawyer turned, facing Mirren, her eyes widening ever so slightly when she realized she was awake. Mirren froze under her gaze. A long, pause stretched between them, and Mirren’s mind raced, trying to grasp for some semblance of normalcy.

What now? Was she supposed to speak? Should she even acknowledge what had happened? Part of her, the stubborn part, wanted to brush it off, shove it aside as a fleeting, impulsive moment. But there was another part of her—one that terrified her—that wanted to embrace it, to linger in it. To recognize what happened as being as special as it felt.

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