Ever the light sleeper, Fedya finds it difficult to fall rest at the best of times. Being in a prison, with an uncomfortable bed and even worse clothes, does her no favors. The interstice of asleep and awake, tiredness, if the bane of sanity, in her opinion. As well as she can work and plan without it, she’s no fool who thinks herself above human needs.
She thinks it’s the fabric of the jumpsuit at first. Fedya furrows her brow in frustration, tugging the crotch area away from her body. Dazai sleeps without wearing hers, as she’s so shamelessly shown Fedya many mornings before. Fedya would never do something so disgusting. Sleeping with nothing between her body and the cloth of her bed… the thought gives her gooseflesh.
That feeling swipes over her again, rubbing against her folds. It’s definitely not her clothes. Fedya opens her dark eyes, glancing at nothing. She doesn’t feel another presence near her… she turns onto her side from her back, curling her legs. It happens again, a gloved finger running down, then a tap. Another, another. Fedya’s interest is piqued. A stroke up, a tap over her clit, a stroke down- Н-и-к- ah.
“Stop it.” She hisses, kicking her leg out. “If you have time for this, you have time to stick to the plan.”
“So cruel, my Fedya.” Body-less words form behind her head. “It’s like you haven’t missed me at all.” One hand appears and lifts her left leg up, allowing the other room to rest over her pussy. Fedya shivers. The head from Kolya’s body makes her realize how little heat the blanket provides. It reminds her of nights together, two souls in a nest of broken wood, hidden in the white freeze. In a land like that, she forgives herself for feeling that they were the only things still in existence.
She sighs when Kolya starts to rub. Gently, slowly, brushing through the black hairs before slipping in between her folds. Just slightly. As if neither of them know how wet Fedya is already.
It’s all the Overcoat, creating this disembodied form. Should she feel disturbed? It’s all Kolya, together or not. “If you get caught…”
“You underestimate me.” Kolya’s voice smiles. And she shows she’s smiling because she’s seen the smile that goes with that voice, that low tone from deep in her throat. She wishes she could see it but she knows that she couldn’t, not in the darkness of Muersalt’s fake night-time. So she lets herself be lost in the feeling of Kolya’s fingers sinking deep between her labia and spreading them apart and oh, she can feel the strings of wetness hanging onto the trained digits. Her hips squirm, when they start to play over her clit, pushing back against nothing as the pleasure starts to take over.
She covers her mouth when two fingers, already wet, sink inside her. Under no circumstance can she let anyone hear her like this, moaning so wantingly while letting herself get fingerfucked. Her other hand searches the bed instinctively to grab onto someone but finds nobody there, eventually settling on gripping the sheets. Hands here, there, it feels like there’s no end as the two fingers twist around one another inside. And they curl, curl in and out as Kolya’s other fingers flick over her clit like they’re dancing up her arm-
“Kah-mmh!” Fedya’s head throws back. It’s so good, too good.
“More?” She hears. “Just a little more? Nobody will see, I’m a careful woman.”
Without hesitation: “Yes.”
She can’t be talking louder than a mouse’s squeak but she’s more than heard as a third finger joins the two within. The stretch stings but Kolya, Kolya is so gentle, she doesn’t thrust as madly as she was, letting Fedya relax around her.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Kolya sighs, her own voice heavy behind her. “I love feeling you around my fingers, so warm, so wet, so ready. Have you been thinking of me? I’ve been thinking of you. I miss how your legs twitch when you’re shy of orgasm. Do you know something? I’ll tell you: when you’re about to cum, your mouth hangs wide open, and you drool over yourself like a hungry bitch in heat. Mmn, you got so tight around me. You liked that? So dirty, Fedya-chan…”
Ahh, she can’t take much more of this. Kolya has started to move her fingers in and out, slowly stirring her juices. She’s soaked and she shivers at the sound it makes. It almost distracts her from the sudden, very solid presence behind her on the bed and the hands pulling away to rejoin their owner. She reaches behind and holds on tight to the naked skin, feeling the muscle underneath. Kolya.
She sucks obscenely on her fingers and the sound, so close to Fedya’s ear, makes her wish Kolya had replaced her hands with her head between her legs. Her tongue, her tongue! She needs it- but her hand has to stay over her mouth, otherwise…
“I want to fuck you.” Kolya moans. “I need to feel you around me again, Fedya. Let me do it.”
Fedya shudders. “I- it’s too risky.”
“Please.”
“You- ugh.” She can feel her hand playing with the zip of her suit. Even her body is working against her, screaming for more of Kolya’s touch. The zip is pulled down one, two, three, teeth and each one sounds louder than the last.
Kolya sighs, almost delirious, and kisses the back of Fedya’s neck as she unzips her. Fedya doesn’t even manage to take it off entirely before Kolya is lining her up. The tip, wet and leaking, rubs against her entrance teasingly. She’s big, she’s so big, all of her is, but this… Fedya clamps her hands over her mouth just in time as the other woman sinks into her, filling her pussy.
“I wish you’d move your hands.” Kolya murmurs into her neck. “But I can hear you quite well here, so, ah-mm…” She trails off as Fedya stirs her hips, tightening around her dick. “Yes, yes-”
Lying side by side should make it difficult but all Kolya has to do is hold onto her hips and move her up and down in time with her slow, painfully slow, thrusts. Fedya is only so tall after all, especially compared to the sheer strength of the other woman. She once told Fedya that lifting her up was like carrying feathers- and they love nothing more than taking advantage of that. Holding her, using her- only Kolya can do that.
Fedya can hear herself now, panting and gasping behind her hands as she thinks of everything they’ve done. Filth, pure filth. Just like everyone else. But it doesn’t feel like that with her not entirely. Not when she’s pressing such small, innocent kisses as far down Fedya’s spine as she can reach.
“K- K-”
“Ah-” One of her hands comes up, firm, over Fedya’s mouth. “Careful. D- don’t give the surprise away!” And she laughs, the madwoman laughs as she fucks her faster.
It’s getting hot, hotter- Fedya reaches her hand down and touches herself, imitating how Kolya did. The braided woman moans against her skin as she feels her tighten around her and they’re close, both of them, they need this. They need to be quicker, quicker, before–
The cover is kicked off but by who she doesn’t know. She gasps, eyes wide, and scrambles her free hand to cover something, anything, but it can’t find somewhere to focus and ends up back on her pussy because it’s so good, Kolya, it feels so good-
“Mmh!” Fedya’s eyes roll back into her head and it’s bliss, absolute bliss. Kolya’s arms around her, her body inside her, one in the same. With one final thrust Kolya spills out inside her, coating her in her warm seed. So full, full…
For a moment they lie there side by side, catching their breath. Then the cold encroaches.
Her hand catches the gasp that escapes when Kolya pulls out. The sound is so shameful, and she has to make it worse by groaning in Fedya’s ear like she’s cumming all over again. And she can see it: Kolya holding her down, fucking her even deeper into the mattress than before, loud enough for everyone to hear-
Instead a kiss is pressed against her temple. “Soon, my dearest friend.” The voice whispers as the cover is placed back over her, tucking her in. “Just wait a little longer.”
“H- hahhh…” Fedya whimpers, but manages a nod.
“That’s my girl.”
And like that, she’s alone. Hot, sweaty, and dripping with another woman’s cum. But she’s warm, at least, and it helps her slip into sleep.
Brown eyes blink at the opposite cell in sudden clarity. She lifts her hand, soaked and wet, from between her legs.
The only thought Dazai can muster, in the aftermath of her sudden voyeurism,-
“What the fuck?”