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We’ll be ok."
Cait raised her head and offered Max a tight smile.
"We’ll just have to make the best of it." She conceded.
Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Max leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Cait pulled back, caught off guard. They looked at each other, Cait’s expression one of confusion, Max’s one of embarrassed guilt.
"Oh, I’m so sorry." Max said, covering her mouth with her hand. "I thought…"
"You thought…"
"I just thought we were having a moment." Max said apologetically. "It just felt right."
"I didn’t mean to give you that impression." Cait said simply.
"I’m so sorry." Max pulled away from Cait and buried her face in her hands, apparently starting to cry. "It’s just been so tough, being held here alone. It was inappropriate."
"Max, I understand." Cait said apologetically. "Stress does crazy things. But intimacy isn’t exactly the first thing on my mind right now."
"I know, I was being stupid." Max said, wiping her eyes which were already red and puffy from wiping her tears away. "I’m sorry."
"Don’t worry about it. We need to support each other through this." Cait reflected on her recent negotiations with Rhys under much less dire circumstances and took a deep breath. "Look Max, you’re going to be helping me a lot until I get my arms back. If you want to touch yourself while I watch, or let you look at me, that’s ok. It’s the least I can do, really."
"That’s very kind." Max said with a sad smile. "But it’s ok. That would be a bit unfair of me, given that you don’t have any choice but to ask for my help.
"I want you to be comfortable, though." Cait said, surprised at her own insistence. Did she want this as well? Under these circumstances? What had gotten into her?
"Are you really sure?" Max asked, obviously wanting to take Cait at her word.
"I mean it." Cait affirmed.
"Can I kiss you again?" Max asked.
"Sure." Cait said softly.
Max moved closer to her and put her hand on Cait’s thigh as she leaned across and kissed her again, and this time Cait reciprocated. As Max leaned into her with more pressure Cait lay back on the bed, unable to support herself. Max followed and lay down next to her, half lying atop her, straddling Cait’s thigh. Her hand started to slide up Cait’s hip.
"Can I touch you?" Max asked softly. Cait nodded and Max resumed kissing her as she slid her hand under Cait’s shirt, pushing it up until she was cupping her breast under the shirt, gently caressing the underside of the large globe, gently massaging it, her fingers continuing to wander until she found her nipple, gently tweaking it. It occurred to her that while she had always considered herself bisexual, this was the furthest she had ever been with a woman. She hadn’t really intended for Max to immediately start feeling her up, but she also didn’t expressly restrict it. The thought ran through her mind that this was not exactly how she envisaged her first time, but was also of the feeling that she really had nothing more to lose at this point – she might as well live in the moment.
Max pulled up Cait’s t-shirt to expose her breasts and immediately began kissing and gently sucking her nipples. Cait lay there awkwardly, unable to offer any kind of reciprocation, but became aware that Max had slipped her hand inside her shorts and begun to touch herself, apparently satisfied with that for now without the need to go further. Cait was simultaneously relieved and disappointed, but content to lay still as Max frigged herself, her breath hot against Cait’s chest as she steadily worked her clit, grinding against Cait’s thigh through her shorts.
Max moved up on the bed and straddled Cait’s waist, pulling up her own shirt and leaning down to present her smaller breasts to Cait’s mouth, her olive-toned nipples erect. Cait obligingly took one of the presented nipples into her mouth, sucking at her little teat and swirling her tongue around it. She could feel the heat of Max’s pussy against her bare belly even through the other woman’s shorts, feeling her fingers grlide back and forth as she began to moan breathlessly, clearly getting close to her climax. Cait turned her head to give some attention to Max’s other nipple and Max moaned appreciatively, her hand movements becoming more arrhythmic and stilted as she pressed down on her little button with more pressure, her thighs squeezing Cait as she tensed up, her breath catching in her throat. Then she crested her peak and groaned with relief as her orgasm hit her, breathing hard she continued to gently stroke herself as she brought her mouth to Cait’s and kissed her again, their chests pressed together as she rode out the waves of pleasure, until the feelings eventually subsided.
With a relaxed sigh Max rolled off Cait and lay down next to her, her hand resting on Cait’s belly, idly stroking her skin. Cait remembered the scar tissue there, the odd tickling sensation created as Max’s fingers traced over it, and became uncomfortably self aware of her predicament again. They lay silently for a couple of minutes while Max basked in her own afterglow.
"That was so much better with someone else. You want me to take care of you?" Max whispered, kissing Cait on the cheek.
"No, it’s ok." Cait shook her head.
"I don’t mind, I want to." Max insisted. Cait hesitated. Being in close proximity while Max pleasured herself, her involvement in the foreplay aspect, had certainly piqued her interest. But that moment had passed and she felt uncomfortable in her damaged body again.
"I appreciate the offer, but no. Can you please cover me up again?"
"Ok." Max said, a little sullenly. She pulled Cait’s shirt down over her breasts, then did the same to her own. Then she began to trace her finger over Cait’s scars again.
"Max?" Cait asked, wondering why Max had not completely covered her.
"Do you mind telling me about these?" Max asked, tracing her finger back and forth the lattice of scars across Cait’s lower torso.
"Isn’t it kind of obvious?" Cait queried, a note of frustration in her voice.
"Tell me anyway?" Max implored her. Cait sighed.
"There was an engineering accident while I was doing practical placement for my astronav degree. An equipment failure resulted in an explosion. I was in surgery for a full day while they put my guts back together. I was lucky to live."
"That’s awful."
"Yeah." Cait said bitterly. "That’s why I prefer not to talk about it."
"Does it hurt?"
"Not physically." Cait responded bluntly.
Max pulled down her shirt the rest of the way, covering her scars.
"I’m sorry for making you talk about it." She sat up and started to stand.
"I can forgive your curiosity." Cait said "But it doesn’t make it easier. I hope you understand, I don’t mean to be rude."
"No, that’s my bad." Max conceded and turned back to give Cait’s shoulder a supportive sequeeze. "You need anything?"
"No, I’m fine for now. Thank you." Cait smiled.
Just then, the door opened.
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In a control room Montague watched the surveillance feed over the shoulder of another officer as Max and Cait engaged in their tryst. Though surveillance was a critical part of their duties there was no denying that the opportunity to watch their female prisoners at play was one of the highlights of the job. He watched passively as Max pleasured herself with Cait’s assistance, and once they were done he made up his mind. He gestured to one of the other guards in the room.
"Bring Max to my office.
It’s time for an interrogation."
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