Red Sea

Warnings: M/F multiple pairing, graphic sex, menstruation sex

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She sat facing the window, watching people drift by as she enjoyed a leisurely meal, the streetlights making it easy to see the wandering crowds. Her occasional indulgence of fine (well, decent) dining had timed itself well, leaving her happily enjoying a bit of heaven in the form of a mountainous helping of gooey, cheesy noodles, washed down with a heavy cabernet.

Sitting blissfully in a hazy fog of carbs and (slight, ahem) inebriation, she failed to notice the shadow of movement next to her till the man plopped himself down in the open seat opposite her, blocking the view of two tiny, adorable dogs clearly barking insults at each other as their owners pulled them apart. The man gave her a greasy smile, which matched his greasy hair and cheap clothes.

She rolled her eyes as she reluctantly set down her wine glass.

"Hey, I couldn't help noticing you were all alone. Can't imagine leaving someone so beautiful so bereft of company." He grinned widely. It was not a good look. "I'm Bob."

"Fuck no."

Bob blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Fuck no. And to elucidate, fuck you, fuck off, no fucking way, never in a million fucking years and not if you were the last fucking man on the whole fucking planet."

She picked up her glass, taking a dainty sip as she observed 'Bob' turning a shade that nearly matched it. He balled up his fist and slammed it on the table as he stood.

"Fat bitch."

"I sure as fuck am. Still not fucking you, in any fucking lifetime. Fuckity bye."

He stormed off, (oh, look, the trash is taking itself out) and she tracked him out of the corner of her eye, just to be sure he really was leaving, while schooling herself to show none of the uneasiness she felt, picking at her food and taking another bite. An amused snort drew her attention, and she turned to see a man at the bar (hello…a frikken hottie at the bar) smirking at her, dark eyes shining as he raised his shot glass, apparently toasting her take down, before turning back to his friend.

The two of them were like the sun and moon, she decided, the blonde happy, animated, nearly bouncing with exuberance, while dark-and-delicious looked the brooding type, though seeing the edge of his mouth curl up at the other man's chatter was like watching fine art come to life. The nearly waist-length curtain of inky, silken locks only added to his breathtaking beauty.

She turned back to her meal, to find the interruption had a dampening effect, the cooling pasta looking more gelatinous than appetizing. (if only it'd been one of those honeys at the bar instead of an actual steaming pile of trash…) Sighing, she motioned to a waitress, settling the bill and getting her meal packaged up.

Finishing up her wine, she decided mac 'n cheese for breakfast might not be so bad. She stood, and picking up her takeaway, headed out the door, passing by the bar as she did. Unnoticed, Sun and Moon turned their heads as she walked by, nostrils flaring and sharp eyes following her closely.

Walking at a leisurely pace down the street, she paused here and there, looking in storefront windows at pretty things that caught her eye, not quite ready for the night's outing to be over. The pavement and the brick and wood of the shops radiated the stored heat of the day, holding back for now the creeping chill of the ocean.

"Still alone, I see."

"Still a pain in the fucking ass, I see." She snapped back at Bob, shaking her arm in an attempt to get free of his possessive grip.

He pushed her roughly towards a nearby alley, and seeing where he was headed, she sat abruptly on the pavement, nearly pulling him down on top of her as his grip held. Righting himself, he sneered at her, wrenching her arm painfully as he tried to get her moving.

Sucking in a lungful of air, she readied herself to scream like a banshee. Before she could, another hand appeared atop Bob's, and she smiled as he grunted with pain, his offending digits forcibly peeled off her arm.

"I don't think the lady likes you."

Bob's attempted snarl turned quickly to a whimper, and he clawed uselessly at Sun's hold with his free hand.

"Would you like help?"

The soft, low voice caressed her ears, and she looked up to see Moon standing above her, eyes still dancing, gentle smile gracing that chiseled visage. Throat suddenly dry, she nodded, letting him help her stand up, completely lost in his gaze.

Sun broke in to her reverie. "Me 'n Bob here are gonna have a little chat, maybe stop for a bite. Ain't that right, Bob?"

"I'm not goinAAaahH!" A soft cracking sound like breaking china was followed by a choked sob, tears now streaming down Bob's face.

Sun snickered. "Miss, hope the rest of your evening is as lovely as you are."

He tilted his shaggy blonde head in farewell, steering Bob back down the street by his now broken hand. Watching her attacker get dragged off, she shivered, crossing her arms over her chest protectively.

"I could escort you home, if you want. Though you seem well able to take care of yourself."

She turned back towards Moon, feeling suddenly safer despite the way he towered over her. He offered the crook of an arm, and she smiled, griping gently on an arm that felt like steel beneath the well-worn black leather jacket he wore.

"It's very kind of you and your friend to come to my aid. That asswipe was too damn persistent."

Moon chuckled, a rich and deep sound that seemed to settle in her belly, warming her from within.

"Really no trouble, showing scum like that the error of their ways makes for a great night."

She laughed with him, enjoying the walk home more than she had in a while. They chatted about nothing much, though he had a way of pulling details of her life out of her while revealing little about himself.

All too soon, they were at her door. She hesitated as she unlocked it, eyes flicking up to meet his before dropping quickly, flush staining her cheeks.

"I…um…"

He smiled gently, raising her hand up to lay a soft kiss on her knuckles with cool, sensuous lips; dark eyes glinting with merriment as her flush deepened. Releasing her hand, he stepped back, gaze still drawing her in.

"Have a good night."

She could feel him watching as she opened the door, catching at the knob as a stiff breeze blew it out of her grasp. When she turned around to close it, he was nowhere to be seen. Confused, she glanced up and down the empty street.

Closing and locking the door, she leaned against it for a moment, groaning when she realized she never even got his real name. A sudden spasm in her back had her groaning again, with more feeling, and she tried vainly to massage the pain out.

Wandering towards the bedroom, she got into an oversized button-down flannel, the bottom edge brushing her knees. Her thoughts kept circling around the (absolutely tasty) chivalrous Moon and Sun as she relaxed, her wicked imagination setting her to humming raunchy hair band songs, (yeah baby, pour some sugar on me…) hips swaying, as she settled down for the evening.

The ache in her back that had been pleasantly vague during dinner came roaring back with force, and she washed pain meds down with some cookies and chocolate milk before getting ready for bed. Her visit to the bathroom was interrupted as she waddled to her dresser and back (fuckity fuck) in unfortunate need of another pair of undies to replace what had been one of her favorites, now spotted and stained.

Finally crawling into bed, she paused, glancing out one of the open windows to see the bright, full moon glinting off the rolling waves of the ocean to the west, sparkling highlights rivaling the stars above. Her last (delightful…and decidedly ...hot…) thoughts as she drifts to sleep were of her Sun and Moon, a golden smile and night-dark eyes.

Deep in the night, visions of the Moon and Sun filled her dreams, setting her mind and body aflame. At first, she heard the sound of Moon's voice, calling to her, low and husky and heavy as wine, asking for an invitation, to what, she could only hope; the gravelly sound curling its way under her skin.

At her assent, the two men seem to materialize before her, all sinful smiles, eyes glinting in the half-dark, hinting at something hungry and wanton. Lost in her dreams, (best dream ever) she's emboldened, sitting up in her bed, arms wide and welcoming ('Hello, lovelies. Care to join me?').

Sun is the first to sink into her embrace, joyful and laughing, kissing her till she was breathless and dizzy. Nimble fingers made short work of the buttons of her nightshirt as a cool tongue made its languid way from her lips to throat to breast as she heaved for breath, fingers coiling in a soft and shaggy mane.

His wicked fingers trail ahead of his tongue, sliding down her body, hooking into waistband of her underwear to work it down. Her sudden distress nearly breaks her out of the wonderful dream, the background ache a sad reminder of unwanted reality. When she (surely …still lost in the glorious fantasy?) put a staying hand on his, he only picked it up gently, kissing her fingers with soft lips and teasing tongue, before pressing her to lay down, stretching her hands above her head as he continued on as before.

As he kissed his way once more down her belly, slipping her underwear down her thighs and off, she feels the presence of her Moon, his lips seeking hers. Taking her hands, he holds them gently but firmly in place over her head as he kisses her deeply, leaving her as thoroughly dazed as Sun had. She felt more than heard the rumble of a chuckle as he nuzzled her neck.

Sun has nestled himself between her legs now, pulling one to rest over a shoulder as he nips gently up her thighs, fingers stroking lightly all around her aching sex, a cool hand rolling under to clasp at the swell of her ass, kneading with delightful firmness. She gasps and shivers, praying not to wake up, arching into his attentions, crying out as Sun licks her clit at the same time Moon latches on to a breast with cool lips.

One hand holding hers gently trapped with ease, Moon lets his free hand and hungry lips wander. Fingers skate over her skin, indecent mouth surely leaving what must be a trail of marks that send bright sparks straight to her core.

That needy center is being lovingly attended by Sun's insatiable tongue, and she writhes under his attentions, eyes rolling back, body shaking as tension builds. Knowing fingers slide over her clit as Sun laps deep into her cunt, blunt teeth softly grazing nether lips swollen with desire.

Sun keeps her on the edge, till she's keening, curling, grinding into his face, seeking relief from delirious ecstasy that burns through her. She can feel her juices flowing thickly, the scent of her a cross between musk and raw, bloody meat (dear god, this has to be a dream, right?) yet Sun is, if anything, more fervent, more frenzied as his teasing continues.

Whether he takes pity on her, (or is tiring?) she can't tell, but suddenly Sun latches on to her clit, tongue rolling it with devilish skill, sending a jolt of electricity to burn clear through her like a lightning strike. As her climax hits with screaming force, her hips snapping with release, a sudden flood of fluid gushes out like a dam breaking, and Sun buries his face in her with almost desperate relish.

His attention is almost painfully overwhelming at first, and she squirms and whines till Moon kisses her, letting go her hands and soothing her body with gentle strokes that combine with Sun's ministrations to reignite her core. Sun comes up for air, smiling brightly and licking lips stained dark like a cat after a bowl of cream.

Rising, he runs a light hand up her body, eyes flashing desire. Moon is on the move, trading places, hands never leaving her skin. Dark eyes glitter in the dark, and she swears she sees gold flash and glow in their depths as he dips his head between her thighs.

His tongue is gentle and persistent, curling into her vault, lapping long strokes up to her aching clit. Sun has wrapped around her from behind, mouth trailing soft nips along her shoulder and up the side of her neck.

Her sex is aching and hungry, nether lips hot and swollen as Moon works his magic, making her dance against his softly ravenous mouth. (Oh, gods, please don't stop) Sun latches on her neck, just below an ear, and the bright shocks of pleasure arc down through her, pooling in her cunt.

Delirium creeps up on her, delicious pressure building up in her belly, body going rigid, pulled taught between the greedy mouths that anchor her at neck and groin. She arches, crying out wildly, muscles shaking with tension, hands locked in threads of raven silk.

Long fingers thrust and roll within her, grinding hard on hair-trigger nerves; the wail of rapture escaping her pales in comparison to the tidal wave of ecstasy that's released inside her with almost brutal force. Her mind goes white under the magnificently vulgar explosion, then black as her consciousness fades.

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The late morning light shines through the far window, bright sun sparkling on blue waves to the west as she opens her eyes, stretching hard enough for joints to pop in protest. Memories of her dreams last night come rushing back (oh, fuck, what fantastic dreams) and she smiles, hand slipping down to brush against her underwear, shuddering as sensitive nerves spark brightly.

Ruffling her hair, she gets up and heads to the bathroom and her morning routine. She's brushing her teeth absently when her eyes catch on her reflection, and the small, dark stain on the side of her neck.