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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]

"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."

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Once Susan has peeled Janet from her clothes, she settles herself down between her legs, nudging them open. Then, with a smirk directed up the lines of Janet's body, she presses a kiss high on Janet's inner thigh.

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Janet's so keyed up at this point, all of her taut with anticipation. This sound could almost be another laugh, but it's embarrassingly breathless. She tugs at Susan's hair again.

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The kiss is followed by a nip of Susan's teeth, and then she moves where she's been directed. She's always liked having her mouth on a woman's sex, and she approaches this with the same singleminded focus that she does all things.

[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet sighs, and goes lax, all that tension redirecting itself solely to Susan's mouth on her where it's warm and wet and immediately unrelenting. "Thank fuck, finally," she manages for the sake of the banter, one leg hooking around Susan's side, heel digging into her back.

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Susan considers playing it out a little more - lifting her head, asking is that what you wanted, cajoling Janet into taking a firmer hand; it's not the way Susan has typically approached such things, but she finds herself curious about the experience - but now that she's here, she doesn't want to let up. She curls one hand around Janet's thigh, and uses her other to part Janet's folds so that she has more space to work.

[sorrowandsorrow]

Susan's like her in this: single-minded and intense. It's searing, all of that focus on Janet; it's even more seating when that focus is concentrated here, her tongue on Janet's clit. She keeps her hand in Susan's hair, breath coming quick already and fingers curled just tight enough for a little pull, but doesn't otherwise direct her. She wants to see where Susan goes on her own.

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Letting her eyes drift shut, Susan presses her tongue firmly against Janet. It's the way she likes it: no teasing, just heat and pressure, intent and relentless.

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After all that kissing, the slow tease that led up to this, the way Susan's hands love to drift back to her over and over -- Janet's pretty easy, it turns out. When she comes, it happens fast, an orgasm like something punching through her and curling her spine, making her gasp with it.

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Susan's lipstick, which had already been smudged across her mouth from all that kissing, is now nearly gone; she lifts her head and wipes her mouth with the back of the hand, smearing the last of it across her cheek. "Again, your majesty?"

[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet watches her, her breath still coming fast and her eyes dark. "What kind of negotiator would I be to turn down such a generous offer from a queen?"

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"Very good," says Susan, with a smile that is equally hungry and self-satisfied. She tucks errant hair behind her ears, squeezes Janet's thigh, and lowers her mouth again.

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With Susan's mouth back on her, Janet comes close to gasping. She's oversensitive; it's almost too much, which is exactly the right amount. She winds Susan's hair more tightly around her fingers, letting her head tip back and shifting her hips up, into Susan's attention, inviting.

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Susan is as relentless as ever, chasing the taste of Janet. Her movements are sloppier now - she's allowed herself to register her own arousal, and the heat lancing through her is as distracting as it is motivating.

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This time, Janet can let it draw out longer, let the pleasure of Susan's tongue and attention rise slowly from within her. She's present enough to notice Susan's comparative lack of finesse, to assign it a meaning, and for that meaning to send an answering heat through her, turning the edges of her breath ragged.

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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.

[sorrowandsorrow]

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.