After her bath, the weariness of the day washed clean, Mona stood outside the captain's quarters and knocked softly.
"2B, I'm done with the bath. Your turn."
"Alright," 2B replied gently. She set down the auxiliary bot she'd been holding, gave its sleek head a final affectionate stroke, then walked over to the wardrobe to pick out a fresh change of clothes before heading toward the upper deck's bathroom.
Mona, towel draped over her damp hair, made her way to the kitchen, craving something cold.
The hotpot at dinner had been delicious, but a little too spicy and salty. After a steamy bath, the thirst hit even harder.
She opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of orange juice, but before she could even reach for a bottle opener, something in the corner of her eye made her pause.
Ethan Chen had just walked out of Tifa's room.
He was shirtless, drenched in sweat, his skin glistening with an almost intimidating sheen.
Mona leaned back against the fridge, half in amusement and half in mock alarm. She put on a wary face, the kind that said please don't eat me, and quipped, "What are you planning? I'm warning you don't get any funny ideas."
"We've known each other long enough to skip the fake shyness, haven't we?" Ethan gave a playful slap to her shorts-clad backside, casually plucked the juice from her hand, and with a snap of his fingers popped the cap. He took a swig, then passed the bottle back.
"Move over. I'm dying of thirst."
"It's the hotpot's fault," Mona muttered. Her eyes flicked downward she caught sight of his still-swollen, glistening arousal, marked with faint traces of red. She pulled the towel from her head and hung it over him without comment.
This man had no shame couldn't even be bothered to throw on a shirt.
Shaking her half-dried hair, Mona turned to leave, but Ethan caught her by the wrist.
"You came all this way just to leave again?"
The sinking feeling in her gut confirmed it. The moment she dreaded had arrived.
"What… what do you want?"
"That depends on you," Ethan said. "If I'm pleased, you can go."
Mona hesitated, then cautiously glanced toward Tifa's room.
"She's asleep," Ethan murmured, gently ruffling Mona's hair. His intent was obvious, leaving little room for misinterpretation.
Mona bit her lip. A moment later, she knelt down and drew aside the towel she'd just draped over him.
A heavy, intoxicating scent hit her nose, making her wrinkle it slightly. She summoned a small orb of water using her elemental affinity, spinning it delicately around him, rinsing him clean with cool, swirling precision.
The makeshift spa treatment drew a long sigh from Ethan.
That water magic really was something else.
Once she was sure he was clean, and not a hint of smell lingered, Mona reached out, guiding him into her mouth, her hands joining in unison. Her tongue flicked forward, and she began to move with practiced care.
She was thorough, deliberate. Her lips stretched full, unable even to swallow.
Thin strands of saliva trailed with each motion, dripping softly onto the floor. The sounds of suction filled the quiet kitchen, slow and wet, each one designed to give Ethan the utmost pleasure.
Ethan gave her a gentle pat of approval on the head. Encouraged, she redoubled her effort.
Meanwhile, in the other room, Tifa stirred.
Still parched and craving something to drink, she finally climbed out of bed, slipping on Ethan's oversized dress shirt to cover her flushed, naked body. She padded barefoot to the door.
Just as she reached it, she caught sight of Ethan standing by the fridge.
And beneath him…
Someone was kneeling.
Head bobbing, strands of drool swaying with each motion. Tifa's eyes widened. A slim torso, generous hips…
It was Mona.
Tifa's heart lurched.
She had suspected there was something between Ethan and Mona after all, she hadn't resisted when he kissed her earlier but this? This was far beyond what she expected.
Wasn't Mona still just a girl?
So soon, and already…
Tifa thought back to her own experience just hours ago. The overwhelming sensation of being filled by Ethan, the way he demanded, took, needed and how exhausting, how intense it had been. How could someone like Mona possibly withstand that?
A wave of concern rose in her chest.
Before she could think twice, she stepped forward and spoke up.
"Mona… are you okay?"
"Ah-!" Ethan winced, clearly bitten in surprise. Mona had jumped and clamped down on him in panic. She quickly pulled away, wiping her mouth, flushed and mortified. She shot Ethan a glare and bolted from the kitchen.
"Wait Mona…"
Ethan turned to Tifa, who looked completely confused. "Well, you scared her off. Now how are you going to make it up to me?"
"Make it up?" Tifa glanced at what was still very much aroused between his legs. He didn't seriously expect her to
"Yes," Ethan said, brushing a knuckle along her cheek. "You scared her off, so you've got to take responsibility."
"…What's your relationship with Mona, exactly?"
"The same as yours with me."
Tifa's heart thudded. Ethan placed a hand on the top of her head and slowly guided her down.
And just like Mona moments ago, she knelt before him.
There was no disgust on her face as she took him in even seeing traces of Mona's saliva hadn't deterred her. If anything, there was a strange sense of allure in it.
She parted her lips, brought her hands up, and mirrored Mona's movements.
Ethan stroked her head gently, then reached into the fridge, grabbed another bottle of orange juice, cracked it open, and took a sip. He remembered Tifa had mentioned earlier that she was thirsty.
So he poured the juice down his chest cool, golden liquid trickling along the lines of his muscle, following the curve of his body, and finally dripping into Tifa's open mouth.
Thirsty as she was, Tifa eagerly drank, tilting her head back to catch every drop. Her throat moved with each gulp, the cold citrus flavor mingling with the taste of his skin.
For Ethan, it was pleasure on every level physical, emotional, primal.
He rewarded her generously, but the sudden burst overwhelmed her. Choked and caught off guard, the liquid sputtered out through her nose, eyes welling with tears.
A beautiful mess.
A kind of ruined elegance.
"Happy now?" she asked, half coughing, half laughing.
"For now," Ethan replied with a smirk. He helped her to her feet. "Come on, let's go clean up. We're a sticky mess."
He wrapped an arm around her waist and led her out of the kitchen.
Tifa wanted to scold him for walking around like that, fully exposed, but realized there was no one around to see. They were on a ship, and he clearly didn't care.
Arriving at the washroom, Ethan pushed the door open.
Someone was already inside.
2B had just stepped out of the bath, water droplets still clinging to her bare skin.
She looked up at the two of them Tifa in Ethan's oversized shirt, flushed and smelling faintly of him and gave a warm smile.
"Good evening," she said.
"Join me?"
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