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Now that the Mansion is producing goods again, it's very easy for Susan to compile a picnic basket full of, essentially, the makings of a rather international charcuterie board. Four cheeses (a good British cheddar, a French camembert, an Italian sheeps-milk ricotta, and a wedge of Dutch Leyden), three meats (jamon Iberico from Spain, mortadella with pistachios, and something labeled as an American bison-blueberry salami), along with some honey, fruits and fruit preserves, a baguette, olives, nuts, and crackers. She tops this off with nice linens and silverware and all the necessary ingredients for French 75s. It's definitely more than enough for two people.

Something about the end of that dreadful month has her considering wearing color again. As a first step toward moving past mourning clothes, she experiments with a very flattering deep navy dress that's definitely not black, though it looks it in most lights. She adds a coat of lipstick, and then takes herself and her basket to Janet's room, where she raps lightly on the door.

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Susan brings her hands up, curling each around one of Janet's thighs, digging her fingertips in. She presses her legs together, lost in Janet's warmth and musk and the roughness of her breath.

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The second orgasm comes on slower, easier, like something washing over her instead of something that slams into her. Janet lets herself make a low sound with it, almost a second gasp, her thighs tightening around Susan's face.

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Susan lingers for another few moments more - she hates to drag her mouth away.

But eventually she does, pressing kisses down the inside of Janet's thigh. When she reaches her knee, she looks up, then moves up, sliding along her body until she can capture her mouth in another kiss.

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Janet meets the kiss with slightly clumsy enthusiasm, spreading a hand flat at the small of Susan's back like she's trying to hold her in place. She can taste herself, fresh in Susan's mouth. She brings up a leg, pressing her thigh between Susan's legs with pointed friction.

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And Susan grinds down immediately, then makes a little frustrated huff and pulls back long enough to tug her skirts out of the way before pressing back. Like this it's clear she's practically soaked through her underwear.

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Janet laughs as Susan sinks back into the kiss. It does make the kiss a little shallower than she might like, but she'll make the trade. Abruptly inspired, she slips a hand between them, between Susan's legs, just pressing her knuckles against the wettest spot on her underwear.

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This wins Janet a whole-body shudder. Susan bears down against that finger, seeking pressure, seeking friction.

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The shudder makes Janet grin, a flash of pure triumph. She can do Susan one better. She works that hand inside Susan's underwear, pushing the cloth aside, to sink two fingers into her without preamble.

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Susan's mouth works, soundlessly; she presses it against Janet's shoulder. Her body is a live wire; she twitches with Janet's touch.

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Janet's still smiling, but she drops a kiss to Susan's ear, the closest part of her that's reachable. She curls those fingers, the heel of her palm pressing to Susan's clit to keep the friction going.

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Susan grinds down against Janet's hand. This is the best part of sex: the point where she can lose herself unselfconsciously into the sheer pleasure and heat of it all, chasing the building ache and the feeling of utterly unspooling. Her hair, already tugged increasingly loose from its pins by Janet's roaming hands all evening, tangles across her face; she wipes it to the side by dragging her face across Janet's shoulder and latching on to her neck with a sharp, biting kiss.

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Janet sucks in a sharp breath, almost edged with a laugh. "C'mon," she murmurs -- almost wordless nonsense more than anything, but unguarded, something skirting overt affection. The angle's a little weird, but it doesn't really matter. She can still fuck Susan with her fingers, keeping the rest of her hand steady for Susan to use it.

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And use it Susan does, moving wantonly, desperately against Janet's hand. It doesn't take long - she's been skirting the edge of this for what feels like ages, and now that she's given into the feeling, it crests rapidly and then breaks, suffusing her. She makes a quiet noise as she comes, almost like a sigh of satisfaction.

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It's heady, the sound of Susan's sigh of pleasure in combination with the shuddering squeeze of her orgasm around Janet's fingers. Her hand stills, but doesn't move away or leave her empty. "Again, Your Majesty?" she asks, in a half-decent imitation of Susan's accent.

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"Oh, all right then," says Susan, flapping a hand in a way that, in practice, actually just has her patting Janet's waist. The effect of her words is ruined, too, by the syrupy breathlessness of her voice.

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Janet grins like a shark, insufferably pleased with herself. "Okay, if you insist." She rocks her hand carefully, fingers slipping in and out, grinding a circle with the heel of her palm again -- a slower build this time.

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Susan makes another quiet noise, immediately shifting in her focus. She stretches, arching her back, letting the flush of her first orgasm play out through her body even as her pleasure starts mounting again. Even though Janet's clearly slow-playing this, Susan has always been faster the second time.

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With that stretch, Janet starts to let it build faster, a steady climb, faster and just rough enough, the way she's starting to learn that Susan likes it. Her free hand smooths down Susan's back, the shape of her spine still in that very flattering dress.

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With each ragged inhale of breath, Susan's breasts strain at the neckline of her dress, and she's focused enough on the feelings produced by Janet's strong fingers that this isn't even a little put-upon. She shifts, rolling slightly to the side, giving Janet better access.

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Oh, perfect. Janet shifts with her, propping herself up a little better on an elbow -- it lets her curl her fingers deeper, lets her apply that grinding and heightening pressure to Susan's clit with more finesse.

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Susan brings one of her own hands up to pinch at her nipple through her dress and her bra. She likes the drag of the lace against it, the way that the rough parts of it dig in. Her legs fall wider open still, without very much conscious decision-making behind it at all, and she looks over at Janet, gaze feverish as she drags it up and down Janet's body.

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Janet watches closely; her own gaze is sharper, clinging to Susan's face, her breasts where they strain against her dress, the dip of her hip, the place where her fingers disappear between Susan's legs. She doesn't stop or let up. She does lean in to kiss the underside of Susan's jaw, open-mouthed, down her throat.

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It's the warm slide of Janet's mouth, coupled with the angle of her hand, coupled with Susan's own desperate grasping at her breasts, that brings her pleasure to a crescendo. Mouth working noiselessly against nothing at all, body tensing and coiling up like the string of her bow as she pulls it back and aims, she comes again. She twists her head, trying sloppily to catch Janet's mouth in a kiss even as the rest of her sags in the wake of it.

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Of course Janet goes for that kiss, angling her own head to make it happen, her mouth still open, pushing it heated and intent right away. Again, she keeps her fingers inside, just for a moment longer, self-satisfied. When she slips them out, it's with some reluctance, and then she slings a leg over Susan's hip and pulls herself in closer.

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Susan tugs Janet, cleaving to her, propping one jellied leg up to frame Janet's thigh. She meets the kiss with equal ferocity, bringing one hand up to the small of Janet's back.