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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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"Okay, you see my problem!" Janet says, laughing in turn. She shifts a little closer to Susan, almost absently, like she's drawn to her without conscious awareness. "Two gorgeous women seeking men to dote on them without making it weird."

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"Surely there's a couple here who dream of being window-dressing."

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"I mean, they should be so lucky." Janet takes one more sip of her beverage, then sets it down with a decisive air so that she can lean in and fit a hand to the curve of Susan's hip again. It's consistently enticing, is the thing, that curve.

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Susan is sufficiently distracted from her musings (obviously she has her preferences on who she'd like to see in a Speedo, attending to her whilst her focus is on Janet, but there's no point in dwelling on all that when Janet is right here for her to focus on in the moment), and scoots in closer so that Janet doesn't have to reach as far.

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For a moment, Janet just keeps her hand there, fingers curling around Susan's side, enjoying the shape and weight of her. Only a moment, though. Then she leans in and kisses her, intent with it.

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Susan slides closer still, cradling Janet's face with one hand, deepening the kiss immediately.

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There's still the taste of that French 75 on Susan's tongue, and fresh on her own, too. Janet's warm with them and with how readily Susan opens to her. She draws it out, making it a long and searching kiss, one that ends with her straddling Susan's lap this time.

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Susan settles her hands on Janet's hips, then slides one lower so she can cup her thigh, and one around to the small of her back, so she can hold Janet close against her as she presses into the kiss.

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Something about those hands on her, the casualness of them, the way Susan pulls them flush up against one another -- Janet makes a low little sound, approval or pleasure or maybe both, and sinks into it, kissing her like there's nothing else to be done with her time. She lets it stretch out, easy and heated.

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There's something about Janet. Susan has never been so content with just kissing before. Obviously she loves sex, and sex with Janet in particular, but - this is engrossing all on its own. She loses herself in the wet slide of Janet's mouth easily.

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It's a long, long time before Janet thinks to do anything other than this, and that's only because the slow, building heat of it starts to distract her and remind her that there are ways they could touch other than this specific one. She breaks off to lean her forehead against Susan's, hands light but definitive at her waist, and laughs with the kind of breathlessness she'd have mocked in some other girl.

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Susan smiles up at her. "My only issue with this ravishing outfit of yours," she says, running a hand up and down Janet's thigh, "is that it covers so much of your skin."

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"That's a real shame," Janet says, grinning right back down at her. "What are you gonna do about it?"

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Making direct eye contact, Susan brings her hand up to find the zipper at Janet's back, and pulls it down. "Better," she says, pleased.

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Janet's grin widens, sharp and pleased. She deigns to remove her hands from Susan's hips just long enough to slip her arms entirely out of the topmost half of the jumpsuit. It's arguably not total public indecency. She's wearing a bra. "Nice move."

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Susan traces along the line of Janet's bra, fingers soft but sure over the swell of her breast. "A queen must act decisively to make the best use of the resources at hand," she says, and then presses an open-mouthed kiss to Janet's neck, where she murmurs, "As you know."

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"Mmhmm," Janet says, letting her breath trip slightly at the confidence of Susan's touch and the warmth of her open mouth. "Go on. Keep acting decisively, Your Majesty." She says it like she'd say, I dare you.

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"Very well," says Susan, and unlatches Janet's bra.

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"That's a damn good start." It takes barely any effort to slip her arms free of the bra, too, and to toss it lightly to the side.

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Immediately, Susan is covering Janet's breasts with her hands. "I'm quite innovative," she says.

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Mmhmm." That's a repeat, something she said only moments ago, which goes to show how her focus blurs with Susan's hands on her breasts. It's that confidence again, the almost proprietary ease. She arches a little into the touch, hands drifting to Susan's shoulders.

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Susan considers her options, letting one hand slip down to Janet's waist, and then up her back - she loves the feeling of Janet's skin, warm and soft, over those wiry muscles of hers - and then nods to herself. There's no way she can get the angle she'd like to with Janet on her lap like this. She'd have to hunch over much too far just to get her mouth on a tit the way she wants.

So, carefully, with the strength she's gained through what's now months of near-daily archery practice, she half-rises, tumbling Janet gently to the rug, and then she's mouthing firmly down Janet's collarbone.

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Whoa," Janet says, but she's laughing, going along with Susan. She could fight back a little. That might've been interesting, too. But right now she's pliant, a little drunk, and happy to go wherever Susan wants to put her, especially when Susan's mouth is on her like that, when she can wrap her still-clothed legs around Susan's hips and shift into the warm, intent trail of purposeful kisses Susan's leaving.

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"You've no right to look this good," Susan admonishes Janet, before taking her nipple in her mouth and rolling it lightly between her teeth.

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Janet's next laugh comes out more like a hiss. She falls back again, eyes shutting and head tipping back, too. "Who's gonna stop me?"