SSSD - Keep working

Ro controls her curiosity and focuses on her work. She cannot fix all the problems, but she can get the lights to work at least. What she doesn’t know is if the Norwegians will want her to patch the wall.

She looks up and shrieks in surprise.

Birgitte stands in the doorway, looking curious. Ro didn’t hear her coming, perhaps because the weather’s getting worse. She can hear the howling wind through the walls and the outpost groans.

“Hi,” she says to Birgitte with a little laugh.

Birgitte peers curiously into the lab. “Where is Linda?” she asks, looking puzzled.

“Off with Niv, I think. Or Golda,” Ro says.

“Oh.” An awkward moment passes, and Birgitte frowns and walks away.

Weird. Ro finishes her work and gets out, closing the door behind her. The job’s done. It feels good to be useful. And busy; the day is wearing on, and she knows better than to expect Alison back in this weather. Nobody can travel in this, and it’ll be getting dark soon.

Dinner is a subdued affair. Everyone shows up, which is nice, but the science team quite deliberately eats separately from Marit and Ro. Niv comes over right away, placing a comforting hand on Ro’s shoulder. She leans down with a glance at Marit.

“The communications problems may be the weather,” she informs Ro. “And Signe is very careful. It is likely that she will not risk travel. Or if they are stuck, they can shelter in place. It is difficult, but not deadly.”

Ro’s already thought of all that. The real problem is if they’re stuck between the outposts and off-course. Being stuck is OK as long as someone comes to get you within a reasonable amount of time, but if they got off course somehow, Niv and the others will be looking in the wrong place. Ro sometimes has a hard time telling the difference between her rational worries and irrational ones. She hopes that she’s overreacting.

She smiles and nods. There’s not much comfort that the Norwegians can offer.

“They will be OK,” Marit tells her, once Niv has gone back to the others.

After dinner, Marit and Birgitte stay with Ro, unofficially adding her to their crew. Ro’s insecurity wants to think that this is pity because they think Ro is melting down with anxiety, which is not unreasonable. The other part of Ro wants to believe it’s because they had fun last night, or at the very least like to play around with an American. Whatever the reason, she’s glad to have the company.

The freak shower incident from yesterday does not repeat, but she does find herself in the sauna with both Marit and Birgitte. More than that, they all sit on the same side: Ro is sandwiched between them. They’re all slim and she’s tiny, so it’s not especially crowded on the bench… unfortunately. Even after last night, Ro is self-conscious, but in the sauna everyone’s skin is red. She sits with her legs together, feeling Marit’s smooth skin on her left and Birgitte’s on her right. Neither of the Norwegians are doing anything remotely erotic. Marit has one foot on the seat to critically examine her toenails, while Birgitte is slouched down with her head back and eyes closed. They’re just relaxing.

Ro, perhaps fueled my hazy memories of last night, has never been more turned on in her life. This is the stuff that gay fantasies are made of. She knows what she has to do, but opening her mouth is so difficult.

Yet if she doesn’t, she’ll just spend all night worrying about Alison. Alison wouldn’t hesitate.

Ro takes a deep breath and leans into Marit slightly to get her attention. Marit looks over.

“Am I supposed to return the favor from last night?” Ro asks, trying desperately to play it cool.

There’s a pause as Marit translates the words and infers their meaning. She appears to consider it for a moment.

“OK,” she says, leaning back and spreading her legs.

The tension in Ro skyrockets. Flirting is difficult, but it’s nothing compared to… doing… lewdness. Ro licks her lips. Marit looks expectant, and a little amused.

<The American is repaying us,> she says.

<For what?> Birgitte replies without opening her eyes.

Marit says something that Ro doesn’t understand. It’s a word that she doesn’t know, but context is plenty to go on.

Birgitte opens her eyes and sits up, looking curious and a little impressed.

Marit arches an eyebrow.

“Right,” Ro squeaks. She gets to her feet. Marit’s body language is nothing if not clear about what she wants.

Ro stands there, staring at her nude, tattooed body. Marit is freshly shaved. Everything is smooth and terrifying, yet inviting. All kinds of weird things are happening in Ro’s body. She can’t look at Birgitte, who is happy to watch.

Ro sinks to her knees and places her hands on Marit’s knees. She swallows, then leans in. The musk and sort of salty flavor are almost overwhelming. Ro has no technique, but Marit’s breathing is enough to tell her that she’s doing something right. Ro licks at Marit’s slit, then flicks at the hood of her clit with her tongue.

It’s surprisingly demanding, Ro’s mouth and tongue quickly get sore because she’s never done this in real life before. She pauses and looks up, giving her jaw a moment’s rest. Birgitte is reaching over lazily and pinching one of Marit’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She gently rolls it, making Marit clench her teeth.

Marit’s feeling good. Ro is emboldened by success. These two are into it.

Should she switch to Birgitte?

Or finish Marit off?