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Mirror - Luna POV

Luna ran her fingers over the neat seams of the one-piece. The black material fit Darcy’s tiny body like a glove and her hands wanted in.

The burning heat of her soul-mate’s skin was pulsing through the swimsuit. She pulled her fingers inwards and watched goosebumps follow the trail. Darcy’s nipples were pressing out and pinched, begging to be pinched. Just one finger over them both and she was writhing inside the cocoon created by Luna’s body around her. Protected and hidden under her, as it should be.

Luna's fingers seemed to move of their own accord, following the movements of Darcy’s body. The dip between her breasts was trembling along with her breaths. She followed the quakes down to her soft belly and felt along the delicious cut-outs. They teased precious, unmarked, skin in circular shapes. She reached the end of her body, sinking her fingers between her legs slowly. She glanced up to the mirror, locking their eyes for a moment to acquire approval. Darcy flipped her face away and into her shirt, hiding from her. It squeezed something in her chest and she almost wanted to stop. To pull her in and simply hold her tight in her arms like a plushie. Everything about her was so soft and squishable.

She pinched her chin and pulled her perfect little face back into view. It reminded her of their first kiss. Luna's hunger for her in that medical office had been palpable, desperate to test her. To taste her. It was taking her over again, cramped into the changing room with her beneath her. The urge to lick and bite every inch of exposed flesh.

Darcy’s expression, reflected back to her in the glass, looked almost fearful. Luna hesitated. Darcy’s skin deepened its pink hue and Luna’s lust-filled gaze was returned to her in her milder version. Luna's hands reclaimed their territories on her tiny body. Breast in one hand, the other cupping her crotch.

A hard bead of a nipple pressed against her palm and she rolled and tweaked it until Darcy whimpered weakly below her. She made no move to stop her, hands pressed to the mirror obediently. It only served to turn her on even more. The things she would do to her to hear more of her precious sounds were limitless.

But she hadn’t reached mate maturity, yet. She had always promised himself she wouldn’t have sex until she was eighteen, and only with her soul-mate. The way Darcy’s wide eyes were watching her through the mirror, she was on the brink of breaking it. Taking things slow wasn’t just for herself, though, Darcy definitely wasn’t ready for her to pounce on her like that. She needed to restrain her urges for the both of them. At least for a little longer.

She felt Darcy’s heartbeat pulsing over her fingers tucked between her legs. They shifted open and she dug her fingers into the gap, sealing any space she allowed her. Luna's fingers were so wide she could only fit one so deeply as to stroke along her damp slit. A quake ran along the muscles of her inner thighs, shivering along her arm. Darcy continued to watch her reflection and she dragged out her warmed hand to show her the slick that had built up over them. The greatest badge of honour. Her mouth grew into an open ‘o’ and her eyes rounded into creamy saucers. Luna couldn’t keep her laugh inside, she was too fun to tease.

She returned her left hand and switched her right fingers to play with the opposite nipple. She felt Darcy’s chest twitch under her. Both puffy buds were begging to be sucked on. Hell, she would do it through the swimsuit. But there was one more bud that needed a little attention first. She traced the very tip of her clit with the gentlest of touches and her back hit her chest. The soft moan Dacy let out had Luna’s cunt clenching and her mouth watering. She pressed harder, rubbing at her in slow and deep motions.

Her wet crease suddenly engulfed her fingers. Darcy was rolling her hips down onto her, riding her hand. Luna pressed her lips together to keep from groaning. She followed her lead and strung her harder and harder. She was rewarded by her thighs trembling open wider and wider. Perfect harmony.

She continued swiping her fingers through her wet folds until lewd noises filled the small space. Luna's soul-mate attempted to hide her face a second time at the dirty sounds, but she pushed it back again with her temple and bit along the shell of her ear. Darcy’s obedience was waning as her pleasure built - good to know for the future.

A strong press to her clit like a button rewarded her with a high noise that almost crossed Luna’s eyes with the surge of arousal it brought about in her. Darcy’s hands grabbed at her, clinging desperately and writhing back against her. She kept the rocking of her hand in perfect rhythm, working her to the edge.

Pink skin. Black eyes. Tousled wavy brown hair. Perfection, cradled in her arms and quivering.

“Isn’t my mate beautiful?” she said with sigh-like appreciation to her voice. “Look at her.”

Darcy’s eyes jumped to the mirror reflexively, but she only appeared confused at what she saw. And drowsily horny. A fog seemed to have fallen over her that Luna had no doubt only an orgasm could cure. She was on the brink. Luna's mouth watered watching her slide back and forth on her hand, her chest pushed forward into the other.

“You’re always so cute, Darcy. Right now, you’re so sexy I could just bite you.”

Darcy’s body jerked taut. The hand that had been toying with her pretty, perky nipples snapped up just in time to cover her mouth before she cried out wantonly. It was euphoric simply to watch. Head thrown back and eyes cloudy, tiny fingers digging into her arms. And as quickly as it had hit her, she suddenly slumped like a marionette with its strings cut. Luna took her by the waist and sat them down as a pair, Darcy tucked into her crossed legs.

Darcy dropped her face into her neck and her sweaty scent hit Luna twice as hard. She was panting lightly, too tired to speak, yet. Luna stroked her back and kissed her hair while she rested.

It was almost impossible to hide her disappointment when Darcy pulled away to sit against the mirror. Lying together, entangled on the floor of the dressing room, would have been the perfect way to spend the afternoon.

With half-lidded eyes and the slightest sweat sheen over her skin, Darcy watched her. She watched her back, far too aware of her legs: bent at the knee and spread just enough for her to catch the glisten on the crotch of the swimsuit. Luna's body moved without thought, ready to drink from between her legs and quench a thirst she hadn’t realised she had been carrying her whole life.

Darcy’s body tensed at her approach. She wasn’t ready for this. She halted above her and snatched the plastic tag from the swimsuit. Darcy tilted her head curiously.

“I’m going to go pay for this,” she explained.

“W-wait, what will you say-”

“I’ll say it got a hole poked in it while you were trying it on,” she answered slowly. “And I want to pay for it like a good samaritan.” She added a stern order, “You wait here and rest.” She looked like she needed a double dose of forty winks. “I’ll be back to help you out of it soon,” she added. She couldn’t restrain her smirk before she left.

Walking to the cashiers counters on the other side of the boutique, she realised she was covered in her omega scent. And she could smell her more private scent on her fingers even swinging at her sides. The smirk widened and the oblivious cashier smiled warmly back.