Becky rolls onto Fuu

Becky woke up again, she'd lost track of how many times it had happened. It was still dark, to her despair. She didn't care if she was exhausted, she wanted the night, and the entire previous day, to be over. She was hugging Fuu's arm tightly. She couldn't see her friend in front of her, so she touched the arm with her fingertips, up Fuu's forearm, and under her arm until she felt her friend's armpit. It was hot, she moved her fingers down and her hand palmed the side of her boss's breast and stopped when her hand was on Fuu's ribs. She waited, just to feel the movement of her breathing.

Becky shuffled closer to Fuu, she wanted as much contact as possible to try and silence the feeling of isolation. She pressed herself onto Fuu and lay her head on her. Between the thin cloth of their clothes there was enough proof that Fuu was there for her.

"Can't sleep?" Fuu whispered, just to make sure that Becky knew she was present. Becky rolled over, on top of her. Then, she held her head inches away from where the voice came from. Becky could feel Fuu exhaling onto her, and the slight moisture from her breath.

"You've got my back, boss. Right?" Becky asked hastily. It was getting worse. The thought of getting separated in the gnolls den kept getting worse, and she could only get so close.

"Yeah, I've got your back, see?" Fuu cooed, as she put her hands under Becky's nightshirt and held the small of her back. Becky straddled Fuu's thigh, and gently started to rock.

"Is it okay if I - ahh" Becky asked, and was interrupted by a moan when she hit Fuu's thigh at the right angle.

"It's okay, you need this." Came the reply, as she moved her hand to the back of Becky's neck and nestled her head into the crook of her neck.

Becky was wrapped around her chief. She was smaller in comparison, a few inches in height but the difference was stark. Fuu was not exceptionally tall, nor was she large. However she had a toned body and a solid posture that made her look far greater than even those that dwarfed her. She stroked the back of Becky's head. Her squad member was more **** than she'd seen her before, so she held strong. The grinding on her thigh was fast, coming from long strokes that left her leg slick even through her clothing. In her ear Fuu heard moans, muffled by her neck. Becky was petite, it didn't bother her, she was an excellent Bravo and she wouldn't let anything stop that, but she appreciated how easily Fuu held her.

"Fuu. Please. Please. Your leg. I'm nearly there." Becky gasped out, she was too close to coming to be able to say full sentences. She changed her hips movement from a rocking to a gyrating, making small circles. Fuu obliged, and began to offer some resistance, by lifting her thigh and tensing it.

Becky gasped and held her breath. She kept moving her hips while her body tensed up. She pushed down on Fuu's thigh as hard as she could and held it while her orgasm came. Her hips continued, slowly. Becky breathed slow and heavy. There was a faint dawn light behind the canvas of the tent. Becky saw the outline of Fuu's face. The morning light calmed her, and she fell asleep in moments.