5. Sawyer

5

SAWYER

T he kiss had been a mistake.

At least, that’s what Sawyer kept telling herself as the storm continued to howl relentlessly outside. The walls of the outpost continued to rattle with an unsettling fury. The cold seeped through the walls further with each passing minute. Soon, the fire would no longer be enough to keep them warm.

Yet despite the gravity of their troubling situation, despite the fact everything only seemed to worsen with each passing second, it wasn’t the storm that consumed her thoughts. Sawyer’s mind remained distracted with something far more disruptive than the elements—Mirren.

It was almost as if Sawyer could still feel the lingering warmth of the meteorologist’s lips against hers. The shock of the kiss had sent waves through her like an unexpected avalanche. It had been brief, barely a second, but it had felt like something monumental. And in that moment, as their lips parted, Sawyer couldn’t deny a large part of her wanted more, was desperate for more.

When it was over, when Saywer had finally dared to open her eyes and met Mirren’s, she could have sworn she’d noticed a certain hunger glistening in the woman’s gaze that told Sawyer she felt similarly.

But nothing else happened.

The kiss came quick, and then it was done, just like that. Sawyer couldn’t deny how the kiss had made her feel a certain way, a more feral expansion of the emotions that already brewed in the presence of the younger woman since their initial meeting. In a way she didn’t yet understand, the kiss was special to her—but it was also irreversible. It hadn’t been planned, and it sure as hell hadn’t been expected. Despite her growing attraction toward Mirren, Sawyer hadn’t even thought about it—until she had. And once it had happened, there was no taking it back.

Now, as she stood by the window watching the snow pile up against the walls of the outpost, she felt the weight of her own actions settling in.

It wasn’t just the kiss. It was everything . The immense attraction had been building the moment she’d set foot into that control room and had continued to simmer beneath the surface every moment they’d shared since. Sawyer thought she could keep her emotions in check, that she’d be able to ignore them and prioritize the mission. She’d convinced herself that her professionalism, her discipline, would override whatever feelings she harbored.

But she’d been wrong.

She glanced over her shoulder at Mirren, who was busy arranging their supplies on the small table in the corner of the room. The tension between them was thick, hanging in the air like the cold that seeped through the cracks in the walls.

The worst part of it all wasn’t the fact that they’d kissed. It was that Mirren hadn’t said a word about the kiss. She’d barely spoken at all since it had happened, and that silence, more than anything, gnawed at Sawyer’s insides.

Sawyer wanted to break the silence, but she was at a loss of what to say, so she said nothing. She clenched her jaw, turning her attention back to the storm.

She had to forget about the kiss. They needed to focus—on survival, on making sure they had enough wood to last through the night. They were stranded here, after all, and there was no room for distractions. Not when the temperatures were plummeting and the storm showed no signs of letting up.

With a deep breath, she pulled away from the window and strode across the room, her boots heavy against the wooden floor. “We need to check our inventory,” she said in a sharp and authoritative voice, as if she could drown out the thoughts in her head with sheer command. “Make sure we have enough food, water, and fuel to last through this.”

Mirren looked up, her eyes meeting Sawyer’s for the briefest of moments before darting away. “Right. I already started going through the supplies. It looks like we have enough for a few days, but it’s going to be tight if we go far beyond that.”

Sawyer nodded, her gaze flicking to the table where Mirren had neatly laid out their rations—canned food, a few bottles of water, a handful of MRE’s. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do.

“Good. Let’s make sure everything’s accounted for.” Sawyer slid into a chair and methodically counted the supplies while trying to ignore the awkwardness that had settled between them. She was a leader, after all. This was her responsibility, her mission. She couldn’t afford to let one moment of weakness compromise everything.

But it was hard to ignore the silence. The way Mirren moved so carefully around her as if she was afraid of brushing up against Sawyer again. As if the space between them was too dangerous , too charged. Sawyer both hated it and appreciated it.

She straightened up after a few moments and dusted her hands on her pants. “Once the inventory’s done, we’ll need to figure out how we’re going to stay warm tonight,” she said. Her tone remained neutral, but it seemed as if any talk was a desperate attempt to avoid the obvious subject neither of them wanted to discuss. “Temperatures are going to drop even more, and with this storm, we can’t risk hypothermia.”

Mirren glanced at her with an unreadable expression. “We’ve got the sleeping bags,” she said. “And there’s enough fuel to keep the fire going for a while.”

Sawyer nodded and began to pace back and forth. They were well prepared, but she couldn’t rid herself of the slight worry she felt. There was no telling how bad the storm would get.

But no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she had tried to think about rations, fuel, and heat, nothing could stop her from thinking about the small cabin and the fact that they were alone together. The storm outside had trapped them in more ways than one, and the very idea of being stranded with Mirren—of sharing this space, this intimacy—gnawed at her.

“There’s something else,” Sawyer said, her voice steady but quieter now. She stopped pacing and faced Mirren, knowing the next part of her plan would be even more uncomfortable than the silence between them. Part of her didn’t want to mention it, but she wouldn’t let her anxiety stop her from sharing something valuable. “It’s not ideal, but I’ve seen it work in extreme conditions. If the temperatures drop too low, we’re going to need to conserve body heat. The best way to do that is by sharing sleeping space. It’s proven to be more efficient if we zip our sleeping bags together…and sleep with minimal clothing.”

Mirren’s eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, Sawyer could see the shock mirrored in her gaze. And how could she not be shocked? They had just unexpectedly kissed after a day full of tension, and now here Sawyer was, suggesting they sleep together.

But then Mirren looked away, a small nod following. “I know the science behind it,” she said, her voice soft, almost resigned. “It makes sense.”

Sawyer didn’t expect the woman to put up any sort of fight, but she was still surprised at how easily willing she was. She swallowed the lump in her throat, forcing herself to focus on the logistics of the situation rather than the implications.

This wasn’t about their kiss. It wasn’t about their attraction. This was survival, plain and simple.

“Right,” Sawyer said, her tone brusque as she stepped away. “We’ll do what we have to, to get through the night.”

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Nightfall came quickly and, to no surprise, the storm outside continued to rage with an even greater intensity as the wind howled through the cracks in the outpost. The temperature had dropped significantly, and despite the fire burning steadily in the stove, the cold was unrelenting to the point it seemed to seep into their bones.

Sawyer had zipped their sleeping bags together as planned. She kept her movements mechanical, keeping her mind focusing on the task at hand rather than the fact that in a few moments, she’d be lying beside Mirren skin to skin. She brought a few extra blankets from their compartments and tossed them onto the makeshift bag, an extra insurance they’d be as insulated as possible. Once she was done, she turned back to Mirren.

“It’s late. We should lie down before it gets any colder,” Sawyer said. When Mirren nodded, Sawyer carefully began to slide out of her gear. She shed her boots first, then her jackets, until she was left in nothing but her thermal underwear, her skin prickling against the cool air of the room.

Mirren hesitated for a moment, then quickly ducked her head, but Sawyer had noticed the heat rush to her cheeks before she had the chance to fully conceal it. She watched the woman’s hands as they fumbled with the zipper of her jacket as she shrugged it off. When she finished removing the rest of her gear, she peered up at Sawyer, the tension between them palpable, before she, too, stripped down to her thermals. Tension thickened the air, and the two women both tried their hardest to ignore it.

Sawyer climbed into the sleeping bag first, trying to ignore the rush of heat that surged through her as Mirren slid in beside her. The sleeping bag was small, their bodies pressed close together, and the intimacy of the moment was almost overwhelming. Sawyer could feel the warmth of Mirren’s skin against hers, the steady rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, and it took everything in her not to focus on the way Mirren’s leg brushed against hers.

This is just survival, Sawyer reminded herself, her jaw clenching as she tried to keep her breathing steady. But it was hard—impossible, really—not to notice the way her body responded to Mirren’s proximity. The way her pulse quickened, her skin tingling with awareness of the woman beside her. The heated sensation that rushed to her crotch when Mirren’s ass brushed against her thigh.

Mirren shifted slightly, her shoulder pressing against Sawyer’s arm. “You okay?” Mirren asked softly, her voice barely a whisper in the dark.

Sawyer swallowed hard, nodding even though the answer was far more complicated than that. “Yeah,” she said, her voice hoarse. “I’m fine. Just…cold.” It couldn’t have been more of a lie. Sawyer was losing her mind. She couldn’t focus, couldn’t move.

Mirren let out a soft laugh, the sound so unexpected that it sent a shiver down Sawyer’s spine. “Me, too.”

For a moment, the tension between them seemed to ease, the sound of Mirren’s laugh breaking through the awkwardness. But then the silence settled again, and it was almost as if the weight of their earlier kiss crept back in as the air suddenly thickened around them.

Sawyer closed her eyes, willing herself to focus on the practicalities of the situation. This was about staying warm, about surviving the night. Nothing more. She steadied her breathing and readied herself for sleep, even though she knew, deep down, that any attempt of doing so would be entirely hopeless.

But as Mirren shifted beside her, her body brushing against Sawyer’s once again, it became clear that ignoring the attraction was far easier said than done.

The room was dark now, the fire reduced to embers in the stove, but the heat between them was unmistakable. Not just the warmth of their bodies pressed together. No, Sawyer could feel it—the pull, the magnetic force that seemed to draw her closer to Mirren, despite every logical reason to stay distant. With every second that passed, it was more and more impossible to resist.

Mirren turned slightly, her face now inches from Sawyer’s. “Sawyer,” she whispered, her breath warm against Sawyer’s cheek.

Sawyer’s eyes snapped open, her heart pounding in her chest as she found herself staring into Mirren’s blue eyes. So close. So intense. “Yeah?” she whispered back, her voice tight.

Mirren hesitated for a moment, her gaze flicking to Sawyer’s lips before returning to her eyes. “About earlier…”

Sawyer’s breath caught in her throat, the memory of their kiss flashing in her mind like a bolt of lightning. She didn’t know what to say—didn’t know if she even could say anything that would make sense in this moment.

But before she could find the words, Mirren closed the distance between them, her lips brushing against Sawyer’s once again.

This time, the kiss wasn’t born of desperation or surprise. It was deliberate, slow, a gentle exploration of the feelings that had been simmering between them since they’d met. It took Sawyer by complete shock, unable to move as their lips connected, eyes wide as she looked down at Mirren. It took her a few seconds for everything to sink in before she closed her eyes as well, then ducked her head to relax into the kiss. It was slow, sweet?—

And then it grew desperate fast .

Mirren lifted a hand to cuff the back of Saywer’s neck, and Sawyer responded by latching her hands onto Mirren’s waist and pulling her against her, which deepened the kiss. Mirren’s lips parted, allowing easy access to push her tongue through and explore the younger woman’s mouth. Sawyer pulled Mirren closer until they were chest to chest, then used the opportunity to separate her thighs with her knee, trailing her own thigh up the inside of the woman’s leg until it rested tight against her underwear. The contact elicited a reaction from Mirren, who moaned against Sawyer’s mouth before hungry hands pulled at the woman’s shirt to pull it over her head.

It was Sawyer’s turn to moan as Mirren trailed kisses down her throat. She trembled as Mirren’s fingers slid under the band of her sports bra but didn’t make contact with her breasts just yet. Mirren’s lips parted from her throat, and she traced Sawyer’s collarbone with her tongue to the center of her chest, where she resumed planting kisses slowly, carefully, until she reached the space between her breasts. Mirren finally pushed Sawyer’s bra up and over her head, her fingers brushing against Sawyer’s nipple, causing the older woman to tense with desire.

Mirren’s desperation was too strong, not allowing her time to admire the older woman’s plump breasts before her mouth latched onto one of her nipples. Sawyer gasped loudly as Miren’s tongue swirled around the hard peak, then lifted her fingers to pinch her opposite nipple, rolling it between her fingers. Sawyer’s moans grew louder, her desperation greater, all while the heat pooling between her legs grew into a rabid fire.

Mirren moved to the other nipple, giving it the same attention she gave the other one while her finger played with the other, now wet bud. Her fingers squeezed Sawyer’s breasts firmly but gently, and she smiled against her nipple, taking pleasure in the way Sawyer squirmed beneath her touch.

A minute later, Mirren pulled away, trailing more wet kisses against Sawyer’s body. Sawyer shivered, her body trembling with anticipation, knowing where this was headed and unable to wait. She lifted her hips as Mirren’s fingers hooked into the waistband of her underwear, assisting her in pulling them down her legs and discarding them in her sleeping bag.

For a second, Mirren paused, her face dangerously close to Sawyer’s crotch. She peered up at Sawyer with a heated look in her eyes, almost as if asking for permission. Sawyer couldn’t help but nod. Mirren’s lips curved upward in response, then her mouth moved lower in the sleeping bag to find Sawyer’s wanting pussy.

Sawyer opened her legs further, desperate for the touch of Mirren’s tongue. And when it arrived, it was sweeter and more erotic than anything Sawyer could have imagined.

Her tongue slid between Sawyer’s hot wet folds hungrily lapping at her wetness. Sawyer gasped with shock and pleasure as Mirren’s tongue landed on her clit, swirling her tongue in circles on the sensitive bud of nerves.

“Fuck,” Sawyer sputtered, her back arching to push herself further against Mirren’s mouth. She tangled her fingers in Mirren’s hair, who in response locked her arms around Sawyer’s thighs to fully press into her. Like a hungry dog, Mirren alternated between sucking and lapping at Sawyer’s pussy and clit, the sensation bringing Sawyer such brutal waves of pleasure that she squirmed relentlessly. She had never felt anything like this before. It was euphoria like no other.

The way Mirren’s tongue danced on her clit brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She could feel her orgasm coming, her thighs instinctively trying to clamp together but unable to due to Mirren’s iron grip. She couldn’t believe this was happening, but she didn’t want it to stop. She never wanted it to stop. And the closer she got to the edge, the hungrier she was to return the favor to Mirren.

“ Fuck , I’m gonna come,” Sawyer said, her breathing hitching when Mirren began to move her tongue in circles even quicker at her words. “This… you… feel so fucking good…” Sawyer tried to bite her lip but failed, beginning to moan uncontrollably at Mirren’s tongue before her hips bucked involuntarily when Mirren latched her lips around her clit and sucked hard.

Sawyer’s moans picked up. She winced as she tangled her fingers further in Mirren’s hair, pushing her pussy harder against the woman’s mouth and grinding into her face. Her legs began to shake, and she cursed out loud as she threw her head back. She came hard, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

Mirren pulled away finally, emerging up from the sleeping bag and looking up at Sawyer with a smile as she licked her lips. Her eyes glistened with pride. The sight turned on Sawyer so much she couldn’t help but grab Mirren’s face and clash their lips together once again, the kiss this time sloppier, hungrier. She could taste her own orgasm in Mirren’s mouth. Excitement brewed inside of Sawyer—it was her turn to play.

Sawyer broke from the kiss and wasted no time in tearing off Mirren’s thermal shirt and then her bra. She latched onto one of her nipples, sucking hard and biting gently, just enough to send shockwaves of pleasure shooting through Mirren’s body and cause her to moan breathily. Sawyer turned to give attention to the other nipple. Meanwhile, her right hand, which once rested on Mirren’s waist, began to slide down her toned stomach until it reached the edge of her underwear. Sawyer’s fingers tucked under the waistband, but then slid back out. Her lips curled into a smile as Mirren whimpered in protest.

Sawyer reached down once more, but instead of entering her panties, she began to rub circles on top of Mirren’s clit through the increasingly damp fabric. Mirren immediately moaned, spreading her legs to increase the pleasure and Sawyer’s access. Sawyer applied more pressure as she rubbed Mirren’s clit and continued to play with her nipples with her tongue.

“Please,” Mirren whimpered in Sawyer’s ear, her hands clenching the older woman’s back and squeezing.

“Please what, baby?”

Mirren whimpered again, her lips tight against Sawyer’s ear as she whispered breathily, “Please fuck me… please…”

The begging and the filthy words from Mirren’s beautiful lips did things to Sawyer. She felt supercharged sexually suddenly.

Sawyer pulled away from her nipple and crashed their lips together once again, before she finally pushed her fingers roughly into Mirren’s panties and slid two fingers inside of her soaking wet and wanting pussy. Mirren immediately gasped with pleasure, which Sawyer stifled by deepening their kiss, her tongue probing Mirren’s mouth as she curled her fingers up to Mirren’s G spot and began to fuck her.

As Mirren’s moans increased, Sawyer increased the speed of the fucking and Mirren shivered violently. Mirren tried to kiss Sawyer back, but quickly the pleasure became too much to bear, and she broke away to let out a series of whiny moans.

For a second, Sawyer pulled out her fingers and began to rub Mirren’s clit with them once more, Mirren bucking with pleasure from the sensation. But Sawyer’s desperation grew fast. She was itching to taste Mirren. With one swift movement, Sawyer moved her head down at the same time she tugged off Mirren’s panties, and her mouth found Mirren’s soaked pussy with a rabid hunger.

Mirren gasped loudly as Sawyer began to suck on her clit and Sawyer enjoyed feeling it swell in her mouth.

“Please..” Mirren’s voice was barely a whisper. “Fuck me with your fingers again. Hard.”

Dirty words spilling from Mirren’s mouth turned Sawyer on like nothing on earth.

She released Mirren’s clit for a second and smiled up at her.

“Oh, I do like so much hearing you ask for what you want.”

Sawyer lazily trailed the fingers of her right hand up and down through Mirren’s wetness.

“You want me to fuck you again?” She pushed her fingers hard inside of Mirren, 3 fingers this time, eliciting a deep moan.

“Yes,” Mirren gasped as Sawyer’s fingers probed her G spot.

“Harder this time?”

“Please,” Mirren yelped as Sawyer’s fingers thrust out and back in roughly.

“You like this?” Sawyer asked, her gaze never leaving Mirren’s. She enjoyed watching Mirren’s pupils dilate in pleasure as she added another finger and thrust hard into Mirren again.

“Oh fuck, yes.” Mirren’s head tipped back and her legs parted further and Sawyer began to fuck her deep and hard, feeling her body open to accommodate the majority of Sawyer’s hand.

“Oh, fuck,” Mirren screamed, arching her back in response to the overload of pleasure. Sawyer smiled against Mirren’s clit, reaching her tongue to draw circles around it, then going back to sucking, all while her fingers pumped roughly in and out of Mirren, slowly at first, then faster, the tips of her fingers curling against her g-spot over and over.

“Oh my god, Sawyer,” Mirren yelped, tangling her fingers in Sawyer’s hair and pulling, perhaps a little too hard, but Sawyer didn’t care. Mirren clearly couldn’t control the moans that constantly erupted from her mouth and Sawyer had never seen or heard anything so sexy as she continued to fuck her. She was weak, completely at the mercy of Sawyer’s touch. She bucked her hips as Sawyer switched to sucking on her clit again, the most beautiful fucking taste in the world.

Sawyer’s fingers picked up their pace, pounding Mirren’s g-spot over and over. Mirren’s muscles tightened against her. Sawyer continued her assault on her clit with her tongue, pumping her fingers so fast that she knew Mirren was close. Suddenly Mirren slammed her thighs shut, trapping Sawyer’s hand between them.

“Oh, god, I’m gonna come,” Mirren whimpered. “Fuck, I’m gonna come so hard.”

Her moans and breaths got louder and heavier when suddenly she threw her head back and let out a sharp scream as she came hard pulsing and gushing against Sawyer’s right hand and in her mouth.

The orgasm felt like it flowed through them both over and over.

It wasn’t until Mirren’s body relaxed and the shaking stopped did Sawyer finally pull out of her. With a few gentle licks of the wetness around her labia, Sawyer cleaned her up, before gently moving up her body.

The two women collapsed side by side in a heap of sweaty, shaky bodies. Mirren struggled to catch her breath, while Sawyer watched her with a mixture of nervousness and satisfaction.

“That was…” Sawyer began, then said, “Unexpected,” the same time Mirren said, “Amazing.”

The two women made eye contact, and Mirren laughed. Silence took over at that, with both women holding each other’s gaze but unsure of what to say. The fire crackled in the background, but getting warm was no longer an issue for them.

Sawyer had spent the entire day thinking about their kiss the previous night and how unexpected it had been, and now they’d just had sex.

And it had been amazing. It was more than that. It was otherworldly .

But now, as they got close to drifting off to sleep, Sawyer couldn’t help but wonder—where did that leave them?