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Neon wasn't fond of most parties, with their blaring music so loud it rattled her bones and the crush of too many people boxing her in. She preferred outdoor parties, with the open sky cutting through the heat before it could stifle her and something of a barrier from the music.
Parties with the Protocol, though, were a little better, if only because there were fewer of them.
They'd rented out one of the upper floors in this little hotel for this. It was essentially a penthouse, with mostly open space and just a few closed-off rooms for the agents' privacy. Miks had set up a sound system, although he'd grumbled about needing to limit the sound levels to avoid disturbing the hotel's other guests. Around him, the Protocol had settled into what was meant to be a light-hearted distraction.
Moral support and teambuilding, Brimstone had called it. Neon supposed she didn't really care, not when they got a free vacation out of it, but she did notice that this part of Vietnam in particular did seem to be his go-to when someone in the Protocol was going through a personal crisis.
The music was still a little loud for her taste. It had been fine for a while, but Neon's social battery was nearly empty, and her tolerance had grown thin.
The penthouse was large enough that they weren't cramped and it didn't get too hot, but Neon still found herself wandering away from the speakers and away from her fellows, dodging her friends in particular when it looked like they might veer her way for a conversation.
She wasn't going anywhere with much direction. She didn't choose to slip out onto the balcony so much as she found herself opening the door.
It was a warm night. Neon had hoped for a cool breeze, but she found the air outside was just as humid as the party had been.
She stepped up to the balcony's railing and slumped over it, hooking her folded arms over its lip and resting her chin on top of them.
"You've had enough, too?"
To her credit, Neon didn't shriek. She flinched, instead, and wheeled around to see Fade leaning against the side of the building. She had the end of a cigarette between her fingers, the last tendrils of its smoke rising from her lips, and almost blended in with the night.
"Tanginamogago," Neon swore at her, putting a hand to her chest. "Don't sneak up on people like that."
Fade cocked her brow, her eyes slowly sliding from the door to where Neon stood at the railing.
"I didn't move."
"You know what I mean," Neon protested, gesturing at her. "Look at you! Dressed in all black and skulking about in the dark."
"Pardon," Fade stepped away from the wall, to the little table and chairs which were nestled against the balcony's corner. There was an ashtray on the table, and she crushed her cigarette into its basin. "I needed a moment alone."
"Yeah," Neon grumbled, still, but she knew how Fade felt. Of all the people in the Protocol, Fade was the only one who seemed to understand completely how Neon felt about her friends. She loved them, of course, but…
Well. Fade was the only one who didn't seem to drain her completely.
An odd tightness clenched in her chest.
She knew that what she and Fade shared wasn't only friendship. She'd tasted her lips, swallowed her gasps for breath as they ground their clothed hips against each other, felt her spill into her palm when she stroked her through the open zip of her pants.
They drew together most often on nights like this, when they were both sick of everyone's company except each other's and the world felt like it was only going to grow more oppressive when morning came. They didn't speak of it afterwards.
Part of Neon almost wished they would.
"You look tired," she said, turning her mind away from the thought of their usual scandal.
"Aren't we all?" Fade came to lean against the balcony next to her. "I could say the same about you, if you'd let me."
"Don't," Neon shook her head. "I don't want to think about me, tonight. I've had enough of people telling me how I feel."
Fade hummed.
"Reyna."
"And Sage, to be fair," Neon shrugged. "Although… Sage seems to be loosening her grip. I think what she's going through is making her realise that her approach to my Radiance isn't going to help me."
Fade nodded, and didn't respond further. Neon supposed she didn't know how.
She turned to face her, chewing on her lip, and Fade watched her from the corner of her eye, poised and calm.
She knows, Neon thought. She always knew when Neon was trying to test the waters.
"How much have you had to drink tonight?" she checked, and Fade snorted.
"Not nearly enough."
"Me, neither." Neon's eyes darted down to the distance between their hands, and Fade closed it. She slid her hand over Neon's arm and gently squeezed, and that alone was enough.
"Come on," Fade murmured. "Let's find some privacy."
They picked their way through the party separately. Fade went first, to find a room for them to sneak away into. She was better at that than Neon - she guessed it was a skill from her past in bounty hunting, although she'd never asked. She'd never been able to build the nerve, not even when they'd used their fingers to drive each other over the edge.
How many times has it been, now? Neon struggled to think as she weaved through the crowd, following Fade's general direction. I don't think I can count, anymore.
It was exciting, although she couldn't help but wish for more. She enjoyed the nights they shared, and she thought Fade did, too, but Fade was always gone before she woke up.
A tendril of night stroked her cheek, leading her down a hall. Neon followed it with bated breath, and found Fade had secured them a little room by the penthouse's front door, far enough away from the party that they should be safe.
Fade was waiting for her in the middle of the room, hands in her hoodie pockets and her eyes dark. She welcomed Neon with open arms, and they didn't waste time on talking before they were kissing.
Neon grabbed fistfuls of Fade's hoodie to pull her down, crushing their mouths together. Fade tastes of cigarettes and whiskey, too strong for her taste, so she pushed her away and dropped to her knees.
"Neon," Fade murmured, watching while Neon fussed over her belt buckle. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." Neon pulled her pants halfway down her thighs and found her boxers tented. She pressed a palm against the front of the fabric, and Fade's cock twitched against her from within.
Fade grunted at the pressure, and she rested a hand in Neon's hair.
Neon pushed her boxers down until her cock bobbed out, and cupped it in her hand. She swept her fingers over its shaft, relishing the way it almost seemed to pulse at her touch.
She gripped Fade's thigh in her other hand, anchoring herself, and bent her body forward to touch her lips to Fade. She kissed her tip, just above its slit, and drew her lips to the side, wetly dragging clumsy, half-formed kisses in a line across her head. Fade's breath wobbled, just barely - she rarely reacted more noticeably than that.
Neon used her cupped hand to press her cock against her lips, mouthing down its length until she reached the root, and then back up. She gave the same lavished attention to the opposite side, and drew her tongue in a slow line around the lip of her head, right in the seam that connected it to her shaft.
Fade's hand tightened in her hair, and her cock twitched against her lips. Good.
Neon drew back, facing her from the front, and opened her mouth wide to take her completely into her mouth. She sheathed her teeth behind her lips and held her cock in place with her hand as she went, inching slowly and steadily forwards. Fade wasn't particularly large, but still, Neon was freshly surprised by how wide it felt like she needed to stretch her jaw to fit her.
She took her head, and then inched down her shaft until she could fit no more without gagging. Fade filled her mouth, long rather than thick, and hot against her tongue. Neon lapped at it, sweeping her tongue around her as if she might direct her, twirl her. Fade grunted again, and her other hand joined the first in her hair, gripping her tight.
Neon drew her head back, and then pushed against her again, dragging her mouth back and forth and tightening her lips around her shaft as she went.
She wanted to feel her. She wanted this inside her, to kiss Fade while she thrust inside her, to feel her swell and pulse and shoot her release between her legs, instead of in her hand, or in her mouth, or up her back, or across her belly. It was the one line they'd never crossed.
Neither of them had ever brought it up. They'd danced around this, back and forth across the line of their comfort, but they'd only ever done everything but.
Neon quickened her pace, bobbing her head to thrust against Fade's cock. Fade shivered, holding her tighter, and began to rut her hips against her in time with her thrusts, fucking her mouth.
Neon loved it when she did that. She loved it when Fade gripped and twisted and manoeuvred her. She only wished she'd twist her that little step further.
She gave up on moving her head, and moved her hand to Fade's other thigh. She let Fade fuck her, her cock bobbing back across her tongue - too far, against her throat, and fuck, Neon wanted to swallow her down. She groaned her enjoyment, hoping Fade could feel it through her lips.
"Siktir," Fade huffed, pulling Neon's head forward and crushing her hips into her mouth. She thrust her cock against her, filling her mouth right up to her throat, and Neon swallowed hard to keep from gagging. She knew what this was, and that she only had to hold on for a while longer. She held Fade fiercely, determined to keep her there, and Fade seemed to share that thought, pressing down tighter on the back of Neon's head, even though there was no more of her to take.
Inside her, Fade's cock stiffened and burst. She shot her load right down Neon's throat in watery spatters, and Neon's eyes fluttered shut as she took it. This was what she'd wanted, although she wanted it more between her legs.
She swallowed what she could, and when Fade staggered away from her, she coughed and spluttered.
"Fuck," Fade gasped, and Neon groaned, wiping the spittle from her lips that was probably only her own saliva. Still, just in case, she licked her hand to make sure she hadn't missed a drop, and looked up to meet Fade's bright eyes with her own.
"Good?" she asked, her voice coarse and husky after what they'd done, and Fade cussed under her breath. She stepped forward, pressing Neon to the floor, and pulled her shirt up to reveal her stomach. Her head ducked, disappearing from view, and Neon felt her lips pressing to the line of her stomach, down, and down, and down.
As Fade worked on unbuttoning her shorts, Neon put her head back and shut her eyes. She knew that even though she'd wake up alone and they'd never speak of tonight again, she'd enjoy what came next.
Fade was irritatingly good with her mouth.
Still, as she felt the hot brush of Fade's tongue between her legs and cried out into the muffle of her own damp palm, she could only form a single coherent thought.
I want more, more, more.