[GL] Someone Once Told Me the Grass is Much er on the Other Side-Chapter 140: Sophomore Year Arc: Five

The boarding call for Fermany crackled over the speakers, still forty-one minutes away. Jasona’s fingers laced gently through Aurora’s, tugging her past the rows of charging stations and sleepy travelers until they found the quiet single-occupancy restroom tucked behind the bookstore. Jasona locked the door, turned the little sign to Occupied, and leaned back against it with a soft, wondering smile.

"Hi, love," she whispered.

Aurora’s answer was to step close, rise on her toes, and kiss her slow and deep. Their mouths moved together like they had all the time in the world (which they didn’t, but they pretended anyway). Jasona’s hands settled at Aurora’s waist, thumbs stroking in small, soothing circles.

"May I?" Aurora breathed against Jasona’s lips, fingers already drifting to the zipper of her pants.

Jasona nodded, eyes fluttering. "Please."

The pants slid down smooth thighs and pooled at Jasona’s feet. Aurora knelt carefully, palms gliding up warm skin until she reached the soft, swollen heat waiting for her. Jasona’s clit had grown long and thick, seven velvet inches curving gently upward, already shining with slick and pre cum; the Alpha would be starting her rut soon and the Omega would have to miss it. Aurora pressed a reverent kiss to the very tip, then another a little lower, and another, until Jasona’s quiet exhale trembled through the small room.

Aurora parted her lips and took Jasona in slowly, inch by inch, letting her tongue cradle the underside. She kept her hands gentle on Jasona’s hips, guiding rather than forcing, bobbing in a lazy, loving rhythm. Jasona’s fingers threaded through Aurora’s hair, not pushing, just resting there, stroking in time with every soft suck.

"You feel so good," Jasona murmured, voice hushed with wonder. "Your mouth is perfect, sweetheart."

Aurora hummed happily around her, taking her deeper, cheeks hollowing gently. She traced every ridge and vein with the flat of her tongue, then swirled around the head before sliding down again. Jasona’s thighs trembled; her breathing grew soft and ragged.

"I’m close, Aurora," she whispered. "Do you want it?"

Aurora answered by sucking a little firmer, swallowing around the length until Jasona’s hips gave one helpless roll. Warm pulses spilled across Aurora’s tongue, slow and sweet. She drank every drop, lips sealed tight, until Jasona sighed and eased her up into a lingering kiss.

"One last blow job before the plane ride out of here," Jasona said against her mouth. "Let me take care of you now."

She guided Aurora to sit on the wide counter beside the sink, kneeling between her knees with the same tenderness Aurora had shown. Jasona lifted Aurora’s skirt like she was unwrapping something precious, then pressed a kiss to the inside of one thigh, then the other, working inward with soft lips and murmured endearments.

When her mouth finally settled over Aurora’s pussy, it was with the gentlest possible pressure. Jasona licked a slow stripe from entrance to clit, then circled the swollen bud with the flat of her tongue. Aurora’s hands found Jasona’s hair, fingers combing through it lovingly.

Jasona took her time: long licks, soft sucks, little flicks that made Aurora’s breath catch in quiet, happy gasps. Every time Aurora’s hips lifted, Jasona followed, never rushing, just worshiping. She slipped two fingers inside, crooking them gently, stroking that spot that made Aurora melt.

"I love how you feel around me," Jasona whispered, lips brushing slick folds. "Love how you open for me."

Aurora’s thighs trembled; her back arched just slightly. Jasona curled her fingers a little faster, sealed her mouth over Aurora’s clit, and sucked in soft, steady pulses until Aurora came apart with a hushed, trembling cry. Jasona stayed right there, licking gently through every aftershock, until Aurora tugged her up for a slow, syrupy kiss that tasted like both of them.

They straightened clothes, shared one more lingering kiss, and slipped back into the terminal hand in hand.

Twenty-nine minutes remained.

Jasona spotted the half-hidden alcove near the quiet end of Concourse C: a small meditation room no one ever seemed to use. The door closed behind them with a soft click. Inside were two cushioned benches and dim, warm lighting.

Jasona pulled Aurora into her lap the moment the door shut, arranging her so they faced each other, knees bracketing hips. Their foreheads rested together.

"I need to be inside you," Jasona said softly. "Need to feel you around me before I go. We can do it quick. What do you think?"

Aurora answered by reaching between them, guiding Jasona’s pants up again. The Alpha’s clit stood proud once more, thick and ready, flushed dark with want. Aurora lifted her own skirt, pushed her soaked panties to the side, and sank down in one slow, deliberate glide.

They both exhaled at the same moment.

Jasona filled her perfectly: long, thick, pulsing gently inside. Aurora wrapped her arms around Jasona’s neck and began to move in tiny, rolling circles, savoring every inch. Jasona’s hands settled on Aurora’s hips, guiding but never forcing, letting Aurora set the pace.

"So good," Aurora whispered, lips brushing Jasona’s ear. "You feel like home."

Jasona turned her head to catch Aurora’s mouth in a deep, languid kiss. Their tongues slid together in the same rhythm as Aurora’s hips: slow, loving, unhurried. Every downward glide seated Jasona to the hilt; every lift dragged the swollen head across that perfect spot inside until Aurora was trembling.

Jasona slipped a hand between them, thumb finding Aurora’s clit, rubbing in gentle circles. Aurora whimpered into the kiss, riding a little faster, chasing the pleasure they built together.

"Cum with me, yeah," Jasona breathed. "Want to feel you flutter around me when I let go; I want your cum mixing with mine."

Aurora nodded, eyes shining. She rolled her hips once, twice more, and then she was cumming: soft, pulsing waves that milked Jasona’s length in rhythmic squeezes. Jasona followed a breath later, hips lifting gently as she spilled deep inside, warm and endless.

They stayed locked together, foreheads touching, breathing each other’s air while the aftershocks faded. Jasona’s arms tightened around Aurora’s back; Aurora buried her face in Jasona’s neck.

They stayed joined, unmoving, Aurora’s thighs trembling around Jasona’s hips while the last slow pulses of release ebbed away inside her. Jasona’s palms slid up Aurora’s back in one long, reverent stroke, gathering her closer until there was no space left between them, only the softness of shared breathing and the gentle throb of Jasona still buried deep.

Aurora tucked her face into the warm curve of Jasona’s neck, lips brushing skin in tiny, soundless kisses of gratitude, of love, of please remember this exact feeling when you’re thousands of miles away. Jasona answered by turning her head, finding Aurora’s mouth, and kissing her so tenderly that tears gathered at the corners of Aurora’s eyes; not sad tears, but the kind that come when something is too beautiful to hold inside the body. "I’m keeping this moment in my pocket," Jasona whispered against her lips, voice low and steady and utterly sincere. "Every night in Fermany, I’ll close my eyes and feel you exactly like this: warm, open, holding me inside you like I’m something precious."

Aurora’s answer was to tighten around Jasona deliberately, a soft, loving squeeze that drew a shaky exhale from them both. Jasona’s thumb traced the place where they were joined, gathering their mingled wetness and painting slow, worshipful circles over Aurora’s swollen clit until Aurora whimpered and rocked forward again, chasing the gentle sparks.

Neither of them wanted to separate; every tiny shift felt like the last page of a favorite book they weren’t ready to close. So they stayed locked together, trading soft kisses and softer words, letting the minutes stretch and thin until the world outside the little room felt very far away and entirely unimportant. When Jasona finally began to soften, they both sighed at the slow slide apart, but Jasona caught Aurora’s hand and brought it between her own legs, guiding Aurora’s fingers to feel the slick evidence of what they’d done, what they were. "Carry me with you too," Jasona murmured, and Aurora nodded, pressing those same fingers to her own lips later, tasting them both, sealing the promise.

Only then did they straighten skirts and smooth hair, sharing quiet laughter when their legs wobbled in perfect unison. Jasona stole one final kiss, lingering, lingering, until the intercom crackled again and reminded them that time, cruel and indifferent, was moving on without their permission.

Fourteen minutes.

They tidied themselves with quiet laughter and shared tissues, stealing kisses between every adjustment of clothing. When they stepped back into the terminal, fingers still entwined, the gate agent was making the first boarding call for Fermany.

Jasona pulled Aurora close one last time beside the gate, cupping her face with both hands.

"Thank you for the most beautiful goodbye anyone has ever had," she said, voice thick.

Aurora smiled, eyes bright. "Come back to me soon."

"I will," Jasona promised, and kissed her once more (soft, slow, full of everything they couldn’t say aloud in front of strangers).

Then she walked down the jetway, turning once to blow a final kiss.

Aurora stood at the window and watched the plane push back, hand pressed to the glass, heart full and aching in the sweetest way.