Blackridge Institute (wlw)

Chapter 9.5.1 - NSFW

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The door was locked, the lights were dimmed—Solomon had installed interactive LED strips around the room in the first week, hoping to maybe bring someone there to get to know them, you know, but she never managed to on account of the angel half of the room.

The angel half of the room looked at her with something different in her eyes, though that just might be the lights.

"You set the pace," said Casandra. "I'll tell you if something is too much."

When they arrived, Sol gave Cas her coat back and locked herself in the bathroom for a while. When she came out, Cas had no coats on but was still fully dressed in one of her customary suits.

Presently, she took Cas by the wrist and they sat side by side on her bed. It made no difference whose bed it happened on, but she still wanted Casandra in her bed.

Cas looked at her, gaze half-lidded. Solomon shook off her nerves and placed a hand on the angel's knee.

"I'm sorry to ask so many questions, but do you feel arousal?" Sol gripped lightly on the other woman's thigh.

"Yes."

Of course angels sired children. Nephilim exist. Her family line was distantly Nephilim. Angels were very heavily discouraged from mingling with other creatures, in an effort to stop them from mingling. But Solomon knew that sex was about power sometimes, and she wanted to get a feel for where Casandra stood in all of this.

Sol massaged idly at Casandra's leg. "Are you still drunk?"

"Certainly not. Purged it from my body on the way here."

Sol was also still perfectly functional. She stood before Casandra, pushing a leg between the other woman's knees. She put her hands on Cas's shoulders.

"Do you kiss?" Which was a sensible question, because some people didn't.

"Not really, no," said Cas, peering up at her—she was still sitting on the bed. Solomon would have liked to kiss her, but oh well.

Sol placed gentle fingers beneath Casandra's chin and tilted her face up. The glow made her look soft. She leaned down past that mouth and pressed her lips to the soft skin at the angel's throat.

Casandra inhaled sharply, and Sol led her hands to her waist. Cas held her like she was fragile. Solomon kissed at her neck, paying attention to the other woman's responses.

Cas wrapped her arms around her waist and stood, leaning her head to the side and giving her better access. Solomon pressed her thigh to the space between Cas's legs and was surprised at the pressure she met.

"I don't know what you like," said Cas, gently. "I went with the non-assumptive option."

Sol reached down to lightly brush her fingers against it. It was enough to make Casandra gasp. "I don't really consider when I choose my women. Maybe we'll have time for that later. But right now I want you with a pussy."

Cas nodded, in a daze. The pressure was gone against her leg. Solomon pulled her even closer, sighs filling the room.

Soon enough, she grabbed Casandra by the literal short hairs, at the back of her head.

"Harder," said Sol, firmly. "Don't dance around me. I won't break."

"But—"

"I won't tell you again."

Casandra tensed, and Solomon's apology was at the tip of her tongue. She was anxious she'd pushed too much; it was Cas's first time, after all. But the angel nodded, and relief flooded in Sol.