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As steadfast as Ratio is, within the realm of education, she’s a surprisingly indulgent woman.
Ratio has learned that time is not something she can control and instead of over working herself past the brink of productivity, she can proudly say indulging in relaxation is just as important as having a rigorous schedule.
Between hot baths, sweet treats, cute collectibles and lazy mornings, Ratio is someone who tries to enjoy all aspects of life.
Which is all to say that lately she’s allowed herself to sleep in, especially on days that she knows are completely free of anything work related.
Sometimes, it’s harder to do than it sounds— she might be indulgent, but her brain never truly stops striving to solve questions no one has asked.
However, the mornings she has promised to herself typically come with an equally sleepy and clingy gambler, making the prospect of staying in bed longer fairly appealing.
Despite basically living together, it’s rare Ratio can actually sleep with Aventurine, as the stoneheart gets home much later and her sleep patterns are much more… sporadic.
If people tend to think Ratio is workaholic, then it’s clear that they’ve never met a woman like Aventurine.
For one, Aventurine seems to always be on call. No matter the time, when her boss calls: Aventurine answers.
Her hours seem borderline criminal, leaving early and returning late. Yet, Aventurine rarely complains.
She simply works. And works. And works.
When she’s miraculously not working, she’s working out, or reaching out to friends that never bother her unless they need something.
It’s all so draining to watch that Ratio finds herself spending her mornings appreciating the amount of time there is in a day.
Yet, never enough for Aventurine, it seems.
So, on the rare chance that Ratio wakes and is met with Aventurine’s sleeping form, it’s hard not to overindulge.
Sometimes, she just stares at her for a while, taking in the sight of messy blond hair and drool pooling at the corner of dry lips— completely unguarded and docile.
Other times, or just after the first part actually, Ratio will reach over and steal some of Aventurine's warmth for herself.
The real reward is getting to be the only person to have seen Aventurine truly raw and defenseless.
Not just anyone has seen Aventurine buried in soft sheets, an arm hooked under a pillow and lips slightly parted in sleep.
They’ve never had the chance to even think about placing a gentle palm to her sternum or spine just to feel the subtle expansion and contraction of her lungs.
Or, the opportunity to study Aventurine’s expressions deep in rest. Sometimes she’s simply relaxed, other times her eyebrow twitches or a frown smoothes over her face.
Ratio doesn’t even like thinking about what it means when Aventurine’s breath quickens and she lets out soft whines of complaint.
Regardless, Ratio can admit that she’s spent enough time with Aventurine to understand her patterns, and how those consistent inconsistencies influence her day.
After taking note in Aventurine’s sleeping form next to her, and gently running her palms over Aventurine's flesh just to study the way her expression changes, Ratio will slowly and lazily leave to make breakfast. She'll feed the catcakes and start a pot of coffee.
By the time Aventurine is dragging her feet into the hall, Ratio will be reading in the living room, researching in her office or she’d have left for work already.
It’s all too predictable, a scene that’s played out enumerable times before.
However, as much as humans are creatures of habit, they also break those patterns just as seamlessly.
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When Ratio is suddenly torn away from sleep, she wakes to the repeated sound of sheets ruffling, a warm body pressed against her backside and short breaths far too close to her ear to not be purposeful.
For an embarrassingly long second, she doesn’t even notice the arm snaking around the underside of her waist or the hand worming its way under the waistband of her pants.
Ratio doesn’t so much as move until she feels the soft press of Aventurine's lips on her cheek. “Morning,” she whispers, flashing a dashing smile as she leans over Ratio.
Much too innocent a gesture for her actions.
The warm hand in her pants lazily curls and pulls around the coarse hair lining her mound, coaxing her to grumble in response.
“Vasha…” she warns, though her voice rasps from sleep, lacking the usual bite.
Aventurine hums sweetly as she slides her lithe fingers lower— until her palm is fully enveloping Ratio’s moistening pussy, forcing a choked noise from Ratio as she startles into realization.
Fuck, Aventurine must’ve been… playing with her for quite some time given just how achingly bothered Ratio is.
Her vagina pluses with the promise of Aventurine’s attention, she feels predictably fluttery as Aventurine teases the tips of her two longest fingers along Ratio’s opening.
Instinctially, her still half-asleep hand reaches towards the feeling for relief, but she’s swatted away.
Aventurine plasters herself against her back to weasel her other hand to Ratio’s front, where she cups one of Ratio’s breasts.
If Ratio wasn’t so turned on, she’d think they were just cuddling. Ratio’s not often the little spoon, but Aventurine’s arms coiled around her waist feels oddly comforting, like the threatening squeeze of a snake around a rat. Protective in its possessiveness.
Though, the way that Aventurine has effectively claimed Ratio’s pleasure all for herself, a hand caressing the warming skin of her arousal and the sweet kisses dotted around her nape.
A pleased shiver runs down her spine as Aventurine maneuvers so that her chin is hooked over Ratio’s shoulder, their cheeks pressed together. Aventurine’s wandering hand squeezes the meat of her boob appreciatively, before she pulls away to thumb at her stiff nipple.
“Veri,” Aventurine coos. “Nice dream, hm?”
Ratio bites back a groan, Aventurine’s slim fingers are slowly starting to press in properly. She eases in so carefully that it feels like a tease, but Ratio still reacts to the way she gently massages her slippery walls.
“Vasha, what is—” Ratio cannot help but buck her hips forward when a deft finger rubs along her clit, where she’s shamelessly throbbing.
Aventurine kisses Ratio's nape when she fails to speak uninterrupted, “Shh, let me take care of you.”
“You were already so wet, thinking ‘bout me in your sleep?”
Yes, Ratio’s brain helpfully supplies. I’m always thinking of you.
She can’t stop her head from nodding, nor the whine that emits from her throat when Aventurine rewards her with another finger.
“Yeah, you were dreaming about me?" Ratio doesn’t miss the way Aventurine sneaks a leg over her own, nor the small grinds against Ratio. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you either. Had to touch myself in my office.”
Ratio gasps, her body winding tight as orgasm nears.
It’s almost embarrassing how easily that visual, or rather the notion of it, undoes her. But, Ratio has no doubt that Aventurine has been caressing her for at least a few minutes before she awoke.
How she’d most likely woken up feeling horny, and instead of waiting for Ratio or dealing with it herself, she had to touch all over Ratio’s body.
Indulgence.
“You like that?” Aventurine asks with a slight giggle as she peppers the side of Ratio’s face with little eager kisses. “Should I call you next time? Let everyone know how much the Dr. Ratio affects me.”
“Fuck, wanna know,” Ratio chokes out instantly.
Ratio isn’t quite sure what she means by it, but she knows one thing: How Aventurine’s fingers feel spreading her slick all over her clit.
Aventurine slips her other hand to match the first, both hands finding space between Ratio’s legs.
The constant rhythm of her fingers pistoning between her folds, the soft flesh kneading firmly into her sensitive spot and the sound of Aventurine struggling with her own arousal is heady.
It’s nearly overwhelming to know that Aventurine gets off on this just as much as Ratio does. Maybe more, considering the sloppy way she grinds and humps into as much of Ratio's body as she can, messy and desperate compared to her controlled pace of penetrating Ratio’s pussy.
Though, it's the soft noises of Aventurine’s neediness that really set’s Ratio off. How Ratio doesn’t need to do anything for Aventurine to find pleasure, simply content in using her. Just like she’s allowing Ratio to do with her own body.
Ratio shakes the tension off as she comes, both women moan and pant as they come down but Aventurine keeps working Ratio through her orgasm.
She squeezes once teasingly but otherwise slows to a stop, until she’s simply wedged between Ratio folds. her own small ruts into Ratio halt, but she remains wrapped around the other– her leg tightening now that she can move her hands without taking away from Ratio’s pleasure.
“You’re… aeons.” Ratio slumps, satisfied but bewildered.
Her throat is dry but her pants cling to her skin from the sweat, not to mention she can feel the wet proof of Aventurine's pleasure on her backside and her own, sticky in her underwear, dripping between the gaps in Aventurine’s fingers.
Not an ideal state and only becoming more uncomfortable as they catch their breath. However, the happiness swelling in her chest gives Ratio the motivation to turn around, ignoring Aventurine's sound of protest when she’s forced to draw her hands back and retract her leg.
Ratio kisses Aventurine like she doesn’t care about morning breath, which she very much does, on any other day. But today, Ratio kisses Aventurine's hot mouth with her own chapped lips and thick tongue.
When they part, after Aventurine’s breathy sounds of complaint reach Ratio’s brain, she makes sure to mouth along her neck for good measure. Nipping at the loose skin with enough force to leave marks, but not enough for Aventurine to yelp and push her away.
Which is perfect, because after ensuring Aventurine will wear at least a proof or two of her affection, she pulls away.
Ratio holds Aventurine in a lazy but firm embrace, pushing and pulling as close as humanly possible without her heart exploding from the giddiness she feels.
“Did you feel good, dear?” Ratio mumbles against Aventurine's hair.
To which she responds with a tired yawn, slow nod and the soothing motion of her hands wandering under Ratio’s shirt to rub along her bare back.
“I should be asking you that.” Aventurine hums, her well-trimmed nails scratching lightly across skin.
Ratio tries not to shiver at the feeling, “You know I did.”
“Mmm, you did come all over my hands.” Aventurine teases, her smile lingers into the cute scrunch of her eyes.
Ratio feels a deep urge to bite, to squeeze her arms around Aventurine as tight as possible, to yell until the morning dryness of her mouth feels stark enough to threaten dehydration.
She does none of that. Obviously.
Instead, Ratio shoves a thigh between Aventurine's legs. “Did you come as well? Did you get off on the feeling of my cum around your fingers?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe she says.” Ratio playfully rolls her eyes, and snakes a hand down Aventurine's pants, caresses the feeling of wet lace, “You’re soaked.”
“Hmmm, you’re just sooo hot.” Aventurine says, sarcasm lacing her tone. It doesn’t last long enough to mask the sincerity of her next statement. “Love your pussy, darling.”
Ratio laughs, she doesn’t doubt that Aventurine is infatuated with that…feature, but it is an admittedly funny notion that Aventurine loves Ratio’s vagina and not the other way around.
If Aventurine loves to tangle her fingers in Ratio's pubes, Ratio is nothing short of obsessed with sticking her hand in between Aventurine’s folds.
Ratio tries to act normal about it, but the struggle to not pull Aventurine into her lap and watch her ride her thigh is becoming a harder challenge everyday.
Fuck, it’s been too long since they’ve both had a day off.
“I love your pussy, let me see her.” Ratio says, already adjusting to kneel between Aventurine’s legs.
Aventurine bites her lip, she looks amused as she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her pants, folds her legs and tugs them down, with Ratios eager assistance.
Aeons, Ratio groans at the sight alone.
She loves the way that Aventurine’s lavender, lace panties darken towards the center. The way that when she pulls the thinnest section, it peels off with the wetness of Aventurine’s slick sticking to the fabric.
Ratio doesn’t dare attempt to take Aventurine's underwear off completely, she would never take the safe, comforting layer of protection away from Aventurine’s pretty, delicate pussy.
Still, she does pull the lining of lace to the side as Ratio lays down on her stomach. She buries her face in between Aventurine’s smooth thighs, taking in the familiar sight of her drooling pussy peeking through. “Hi honey, I missed you.”
Ratio leans forward and leaves a soft kiss to the innermost curve of smooth skin. It’s high enough along her thigh that Aventurine’s cunt will understand the welcome for what it is, and hopefully allow Ratio entrance.
“You didn’t say that to me,” Aventurine comments. Her hand is petting Ratio’s hair sweetly, encouraging Ratio despite her words.
“It was implied.” Ratio mumbles. She’s a little distracted, soft thighs warming the side of her head, while her mouth salivates at the opportunity to taste the addictive substance that is Aventurine.
Ratio lets go of Aventurines underwear, it snaps back in place but the moistness outlines every gentle curve and stiff peak.
Ratio wraps her arms under Aventurine’s legs, her hands cup the entirety of Aventurine’s ass as she tugs her closer.
It’s pure muscle memory as Ratio licks along Aventurine’s hidden opening.
The texture of lace digs into her tongue as she presses as deep as possible with the fabric between them.
Ratio gropes the soft flesh of Aventurine ass as she gets lost in the motions of licking Aventurine's slick-soaked panties—- She’s not trying to tease, but Aventurine’s breath comes out in increasing short pants as she pushes Ratio's head impossibly further in between her legs.
“Veri—“ Aventurine stutters when Ratio sucks her clit over the rough fabric. “Off, take it off.”
Aventurines demand comes in the form of a frustrated whine, loud and needy.
Ratio has half a mind to selfishly continue her ministrations, lavishing her tongue over as much of Aventurine's excess fluid as possible.
However, it’s an equally tempting offer to drink straight from the source—- between warm walks and soft slick.
Aeons… Ratio feels drunk.
She clumsily arranges herself out of the way to drag Aventurine's panties down her legs, watching how erotically Aventurine's exposed pussy drools in greeting.
The deep-rooted desire to put her mouth on Aventurine is not a foreign feeling in the slightest. Yet, Ratio is still left dizzy with the brilliant understanding that she can.
In the same way that Ratio permits Aventurine access to her body, even in sleep, Aventurine’s entire being is solely Ratios to worship.
Ratio surges forward, pressing her lips to Aventurines with a firm kiss. Her palms feel magnetized as they find the subtle swell of Aventurines boobs over her shirt.
She gently massages the skin there, enjoying the way that her entire hand covers the expanse of Aventurine's less-than-averagely-sized breasts.
Her tongue dips in between Aventurine's parted lips, sharing the taste of her own cunt lingering in Ratio's mouth.
It’s perhaps shorter than either of them would like, but Ratio simply felt the overwhelming need to appreciate Aventurine's pink lips and to soothe the gentle roundness of her boobs— before she neglects them in favor of lapping at the source of her arousal.
When Ratio pulls back, Aventurine chases her slightly, a desperate look in her lidded eyes.
Ratio placates her with one sweet peck, before her hands skim down Aventurine's waist. They roam over the width of her hips, squeezing at the fat affectionately.
Aventurine settles into laying down again as Ratio crawls back onto her stomach. Her legs part without prompting, allowing Ratio to nuzzle back into the supple, safe haven that is Aventurines cunt.
She kisses along the wet folds, as she hikes Aventurine's thighs over her shoulders, back where they belong.
Aventurine finds purchase in strands of royal purple hair, weaving through the locks in a soothing way. Soothing her or Ratio? She doesn’t know.
What she does know is the way Aventurine tenses as she begins to lap at the wetness dripping from her entrance.
Aventurine’s legs squeeze around her head reactively. Her nails lightly scrape Ratio’s scalp as her hand clenches.
The sensations are overwhelming enough to spur Ratio on further, well, she would’ve continued anyways— but the warming presence of thighs covering her ears, Aventurine minutely controlling her movement and the familiar taste of slick, has Ratio thrumming with satisfaction.
She glances up, just to see the way Aventurine tends to struggle during sex. The way her face scrunched up, like she can’t handle any form of stimulation for long enough to cum.
Her brows furrowed, wet eyes squeezed into a glare and a small frown, Ratio loves the way Aventurine seems unable to mask her true feelings when succumbing to pleasure. Especially since it’s Ratio who gets to make her feel this good.
It’s Ratio’s tongue that presses deep inside of Aventurine, massaging her throbbing walls and nosing along her clit.
It’s Ratio that’s blessed with even the muffled sound of Aventurine whimpering and whining as her orgasm builds.
“Ah— Ratio,” Aventurine pants. “Too much, too m’ch.”
Ratio hums as she licks a bit slower, not because it’s “too much” but because she knows how sensitive Aventurine gets. Slower, firmer strokes tend to undo her faster than the shallow, gentle way Ratio likes to lap at her core.
Aventurine likes the tease, she likes the loving motion of Ratio slowly rocking into her. Whether it’s her tongue, her fingers or the various toys in their nightstand, Aventurine enjoys the affectionate, careful way that Ratio takes her apart.
And, Ratio loves feeling her clench around her, thighs shaking with tension and unable to quiet the sounds of her writhing in pleasure.
“Mm–mgh, I can’t—” Aventurine whines, her fingers tug at Ratio's head to pull her off. But, her legs remain wrapped around her head, ankles pressing her back down into the mattress, trapping Ratio there whether she wanted it or not.
Ratio moans into feeling, pulling Aventurine’s hips closer as they both squirm.
Aventurine arches into the feeling as best she can, her back curving upwards while her waist is held firmly in place by Ratio. She’s nearly breathless despite the large gulps of air she’s inhaling every other second.
Ratio understands the struggle though, she’s equally lightheaded with the lack of air she’s managed to breathe within the past however long she’s been eating Aventurine out.
She wouldn’t be surprised if it’s been hours, buried between Aventurine legs, lapping at the generous supply of slick Aventurine pumps out.
That’s why when Aventurine comes, it’s both unexpected and completely predictable.
Predictable in the sense that Ratio knows all her tells, the sound of her head plopping down on the pillow, her unrestrained, pitchy moan and the spurt of slick that coats Ratio's tongue.
Unexpected because Aventurine is so far gone that she doesn’t even squeak in warning like she normally would.
Aventurine’s climax washes over Ratio in the form of cum spraying into Ratio's awaiting mouth. It’s messy, as always, as it covers her lips, her chin, rubbing along her cheek as Ratio sucks at Aventurine's clit.
This time, Aventurine's legs unfurl from Ratio so her hand does succeed in pushing her off. Or, attempting to.
Ratio fights the action, not wanting to give up on the contentness that fills her when lazily lapping at the warm ambrosial that Aventurine's cunt seems to endlessly leak.
Aventurines cum coats her face in a way that’s probably gross, but Ratio doesn’t mind when she feels giddy.
Though, at the weak way Aventurine paws her shoulder away, Ratio relents. She leaves one lingering kiss to Aventurine's sloppy pussy before pulling away and throwing herself across Aventurine’s body.
Her arms wrap around Aventurine and she squeezes, just once, but it’s enough for Aventurine to grunt at her.
She’s boneless in Ratio’s hold, clearly wrung out and exhausted.
Ratio finds it so cute that she finally gives into the urge to bite, nipping at the fat of Aventurine's cheek gently.
“Veritas,” Aventurine groans. “I’m tired.”
Ratio huffs amusedly, “Right. Though, you should be allowed to fondle me whenever?”
Aventurine hums in agreement, slowly nodding her head with her eyes sealed shut. “Yes, precisely, glad we’re on the same page.”
“Utterly ridiculous. What am I to do with you?” Ratio murmurs as she pulls the askew blankets back over them, tucking Aventurine in as she curls inwards to lay on Ratio’s chest.
“Cuddle me, preferably.”
Ratio lets out a pleased sigh, she rubs her hand over the sweat-damp skin of Aventurine's back and lets her tangle their legs together under the covers.
Unlike Aventurine, Ratio doesn’t feel tired enough to sleep. Though, laying in bed with her lover for a little while longer is enough of a motivator to keep her tucked under Aventurine's weight.
After all, a few more minutes of harmless indulgence couldn’t hurt.