Delicate (Kit)
Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2018 10:27 pm
"Hrnnnng..."
Beside the still sleeping Kit came an annoyed groan. Beneath her wife's arms, Lauren blinked several times and took a deep breath before glancing over at the clock: 5:15 AM. She'd woken a half hour ago and had been trying, to no avail, to fall back asleep. For the past two weeks she'd gone through this same routine more and more frequently. Some days were worse than others; this was the earliest she'd woken yet.
Slowly and carefully she slipped herself out of bed, well practiced now: gently lifting Kit's arm up and equally delicately rolling over and off of the small bed designed only for a single person. Quietly and confidently she made her way to the adjacent bathroom, the door sliding open and then shut with nary a sound. Once closed she turned the lights on and came face to face with herself in the large mirror above their sink, framed by all manner of beauty products either sitting out or in small travel bags. After a sleepy yawn she parted her long curtains of red hair and tossed it behind her back. With an unimpeded view she studied herself, looking for blemishes or anything out of place before she started to brush her teeth, itself to be followed by her makeup applications.
While she went through the motions of her morning routine she thought back on things. It'd been... nearly three months now since they'd returned to Ambra, and they'd been a rather rough few months. Both she and Kit were both in the doghouse thanks to their undeclared "vacation time" they'd taken. The first two months had been a nightmare, overworked to the point they only got to see each other for a few minutes in the morning and night. When they weren't enduring PT they each had their own routines: Lauren was back doing basic pilot training and actually being taught many of the fundamentals she'd never learned about Mobile Suits, while Kit was enduring classes and lectures in her Officer's path.
Their workload had lessened a little after two months, though, and they finally managed to have a little more time together. Tired time together, but still. It wasn't until the past week things had really started to normalize: they were to finally depart from the base. They were assigned to an autonomous patrol vessel, much as they had been before, but this time Kit was going to be an XO rather than just a pilot, the second in command under the tutelage of a Captain Andrea Vallis, a rather outspoken and - some said - troublesome woman with a penchant for drinking too much, though nevertheless with an excellent service record. The whole crew for the ship was rather like her, an assortment of talented individuals that had a bit of a penchant for being troublesome in some method or another. It was really no surprise that Kit and Lauren were assigned here; Lena, too, was to join them.
It was this very ship, the Spirit II, they were on now. They'd relocated to it a week ago, during which they had both gotten used to its design. Kit had gotten the full rundown of her duties and seat on the bridge while Lauren learned the in and outs of the hanger and maintenance bays. All was going quite well, and later today - in just a few hours, in fact - it would be time for its maiden voyage.
Lauren took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror again, now looking her best. She clasped her collar in her hand as she so commonly did and wondered: why was she feeling so uneasy lately when things were looking up? This was what she wanted, this was why they'd come back. Lauren wanted to continue what she knew she was best at, and it was happening. She wasn't sure how happy Kit was about it, though. They'd had precious little time together over the past while and what they did share didn't last nearly long enough. And further, of course... Lauren looked down, her other hand sliding over the metal belt, now so very accustomed to its presence after nearly three months. It had been a real pain for the first couple of weeks, and Kit got to hear more than enough about it during that time, but now it was.... Well, she still wasn't in love with it, but she had her good and bad days. Sometimes she wouldn't notice it until Kit got to teasing her, but sometimes - like this morning - she'd wake up feeling terribly, terribly frustrated and needy. She learned a while ago that begging Kit in the morning about that got her nowhere.
But she managed. She managed for the blonde girl still asleep on the bed; it was another sign of her unwavering dedication to her, just like her collar. Her love outweighed her urges everytime, and that was what she kept in mind. Kit was sure benefitting from it, too. On the nights she wasn't exhausted she was all too eager to please her wife, something she'd become quite good at.
Looking back up she smiled at herself in the mirror. No, this was all just fine, she thought. She was happy as long as she made Kit happy. She took two long bits of her hair and tyed them into a ponytail atop the rest of her hair in a rather cute style, then checked the clock. Nearly 6 AM now. She opened the door back into their living quarter and tiptoed to the bed, still nude, and knelt down beside it. Leaning over she kissed her wife gently before whispering. "Kit... Hey, Kit, it's time to get up," followed by another kiss.
Beside the still sleeping Kit came an annoyed groan. Beneath her wife's arms, Lauren blinked several times and took a deep breath before glancing over at the clock: 5:15 AM. She'd woken a half hour ago and had been trying, to no avail, to fall back asleep. For the past two weeks she'd gone through this same routine more and more frequently. Some days were worse than others; this was the earliest she'd woken yet.
Slowly and carefully she slipped herself out of bed, well practiced now: gently lifting Kit's arm up and equally delicately rolling over and off of the small bed designed only for a single person. Quietly and confidently she made her way to the adjacent bathroom, the door sliding open and then shut with nary a sound. Once closed she turned the lights on and came face to face with herself in the large mirror above their sink, framed by all manner of beauty products either sitting out or in small travel bags. After a sleepy yawn she parted her long curtains of red hair and tossed it behind her back. With an unimpeded view she studied herself, looking for blemishes or anything out of place before she started to brush her teeth, itself to be followed by her makeup applications.
While she went through the motions of her morning routine she thought back on things. It'd been... nearly three months now since they'd returned to Ambra, and they'd been a rather rough few months. Both she and Kit were both in the doghouse thanks to their undeclared "vacation time" they'd taken. The first two months had been a nightmare, overworked to the point they only got to see each other for a few minutes in the morning and night. When they weren't enduring PT they each had their own routines: Lauren was back doing basic pilot training and actually being taught many of the fundamentals she'd never learned about Mobile Suits, while Kit was enduring classes and lectures in her Officer's path.
Their workload had lessened a little after two months, though, and they finally managed to have a little more time together. Tired time together, but still. It wasn't until the past week things had really started to normalize: they were to finally depart from the base. They were assigned to an autonomous patrol vessel, much as they had been before, but this time Kit was going to be an XO rather than just a pilot, the second in command under the tutelage of a Captain Andrea Vallis, a rather outspoken and - some said - troublesome woman with a penchant for drinking too much, though nevertheless with an excellent service record. The whole crew for the ship was rather like her, an assortment of talented individuals that had a bit of a penchant for being troublesome in some method or another. It was really no surprise that Kit and Lauren were assigned here; Lena, too, was to join them.
It was this very ship, the Spirit II, they were on now. They'd relocated to it a week ago, during which they had both gotten used to its design. Kit had gotten the full rundown of her duties and seat on the bridge while Lauren learned the in and outs of the hanger and maintenance bays. All was going quite well, and later today - in just a few hours, in fact - it would be time for its maiden voyage.
Lauren took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror again, now looking her best. She clasped her collar in her hand as she so commonly did and wondered: why was she feeling so uneasy lately when things were looking up? This was what she wanted, this was why they'd come back. Lauren wanted to continue what she knew she was best at, and it was happening. She wasn't sure how happy Kit was about it, though. They'd had precious little time together over the past while and what they did share didn't last nearly long enough. And further, of course... Lauren looked down, her other hand sliding over the metal belt, now so very accustomed to its presence after nearly three months. It had been a real pain for the first couple of weeks, and Kit got to hear more than enough about it during that time, but now it was.... Well, she still wasn't in love with it, but she had her good and bad days. Sometimes she wouldn't notice it until Kit got to teasing her, but sometimes - like this morning - she'd wake up feeling terribly, terribly frustrated and needy. She learned a while ago that begging Kit in the morning about that got her nowhere.
But she managed. She managed for the blonde girl still asleep on the bed; it was another sign of her unwavering dedication to her, just like her collar. Her love outweighed her urges everytime, and that was what she kept in mind. Kit was sure benefitting from it, too. On the nights she wasn't exhausted she was all too eager to please her wife, something she'd become quite good at.
Looking back up she smiled at herself in the mirror. No, this was all just fine, she thought. She was happy as long as she made Kit happy. She took two long bits of her hair and tyed them into a ponytail atop the rest of her hair in a rather cute style, then checked the clock. Nearly 6 AM now. She opened the door back into their living quarter and tiptoed to the bed, still nude, and knelt down beside it. Leaning over she kissed her wife gently before whispering. "Kit... Hey, Kit, it's time to get up," followed by another kiss.