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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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[sorrowandsorrow]

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.

[sorrowandsorrow]

"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.

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"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?"

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It won't be Susan! She shifts a little, stretching out along Janet's body, lying half on top of her, letting her skirt slide up her legs as she slips one over Janet's.

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Janet sighs, a muffled sound almost under her breath. She slides her hands down Susan's back, over her ass and hips as far as she can reach, hiking her dress up even more as she draws them back up to tangle in Susan's hair.

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Susan makes a soft little sound, more sigh than anything, as Janet's hands move over her back. This, of course, does not distract her: Her tongue is tracing the curve of Janet's breasts, and she doesn't intend to stop anytime soon.

[sorrowandsorrow]

So Janet lets herself melt into it, skimming her hands up and then down Susan's back as her breath comes quicker, more shallow. With a little more time, with the focus of Susan's mouth on her, some urgency builds again; she drags her nails down Susan's back on her next pass.

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Susan lifts her head, replacing her mouth immediately with a questing hand. "Yes, your majesty?"

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Managing the wherewithal to prop herself up on her elbows, Janet gives Susan a slightly disheveled grin. "I think you can do something even better with your mouth. Your Majesty."

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"I suppose you ought to tell me what that might be."

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Pointedly, Janet curls a hand around the back of Susan's head and tugs at her hair a little, directing her downward.

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Wickedly, teasing, Susan presses a kiss to the skin of Janet's belly, just above where the cloth of her jumpsuit has fallen.

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Susan," Janet gets out, almost a whine, laughingly petulant. It's a testament in itself to the slow chipping-away of her walls around Susan, a much, much slower process than the destruction of Castle Whitespire.

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Susan laughs. "You ought to tell me precisely what you'd like," she suggests, wrapping her fingers around the fabric but not yet pulling it down.

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"Oh my God," Janet says, going for exasperated, but she's laughing still, too. "Fine. Eat me out. Your tongue, my pussy. Good enough?"

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"It's a start," says Susan, primly, as she eases Janet's jumpsuit down with slow, sure movements.

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Helpfully, Janet lifts her hips for Susan, one hand still half-tangled in her hair. "I think I did an amazing job, thanks."