Content warnings: Non-con, somnophilia
"This hotel is so bad, my lock doesn't even work right. "
These words had bounced around in Cleo's head for the past two days. Pearl had sent them into the Hermitcraft discord, complaining about the quality of the hotel they were staying.
The hotel that was only an hour away from where Cleo lived.
The hotel Pearl decided would have to do, staying in the room for the stay.
The room that would be oh so easy to get into, if someone just knew the lock was broken.
Cleo told themselves they wouldn't have done anything, had Pearl not sent a selfie in front of the door on the first day, clearly showing the room number. But she knew, it was far too tempting. If she'd had to, she would have checked every door.
And now here she was, face covered with a face mask, sneaking out of a room she had rented for the night, in the same hotel.
Just a single stairway up, and they stood in front of a new unassuming door, giving no indication of what was hidden behind.
They knew Pearl was asleep, the woman having complained about a long day hours ago, letting the others know she'd gone back earlier to sleep at a reasonable time for once. She'd even checked with a message herself, knowing Pearl would answer the check in if she was still up.
She hadn't, so now Cleo's hand was on the doorhandle, shaking.
What were they doing. They'd stopped for a reason, too afraid to get caught and ruin her past friendships.
But Pearl didn't know her face.
Even if she awoke, Cleo would be able to get away. They hadn't used a real name to check in and the front doors didn't lock on the inside.
Of course ideally Pearl wouldn't wake up, letting Cleo take what she wanted without protest or struggle.
A final check that the message remained unread, and Cleo pushed the door open taking only a little more force than it should to get past the broken lock.
There she was, laying on the bed, thin sheets covering her sleeping form. The calm expression on Pearl’s face betrayed nothing of the long day she'd had. Such a pretty face. Cleo wished she could see it more, that Pearl would show it more. Maybe then they wouldn't have to sneak into her hotel room to satisfy their desires.
Cleo approached the bed, placing her hand against Pearl's cheek and softly stroking her thumb against soft skin. Pearl had often told stories about being a deep sleeper, bragging about all the things she'd slept through. Maybe Cleo wouldn't have risked it without those stories.
Who was she kidding, she needed this. She'd needed it so long, now that there was even a hint of an opportunity, let alone one this good, there was nothing else that could have happened.
They pulled the sheets off of Pearl's body, revealing her comfortable sleepwear. They didn't waste time, reaching underneath the loose shirt and running their hands across Pearl's sides.
Pearl shivered, Cleo's hands just a little too cold. But they quickly absorbed some of her heat and Pearl relaxed into Cleo's touch.
Soft skin dented under Cleo's fingers, dragging upwards under Pearl's shirt. Pearl was shivering for a different reason now. Finally, Cleo's hands found Pearl's tits, so much smaller compared to her own. They grabbed them, one in each hand and slowly began to knead.
With a stuttering breath, Pearl's back tensed as she pushed her body up, toward Cleo's touch, in response to the careful exploration.
Her eyebrows furrowed and a soft sound escaped from her throat, needy and so, so tempting. If Cleo hadn't had her hands on Pearl already, that noise would have been the final straw.
They groaned Pearl's name, brushing a finger across Pearl's nipple and starting to draw slow circles around it. Pearl's hips bucked, pulling her sweatpants down just enough to reveal the panties beneath.
Cleo gave the slightest pinch to Pearl's nipple, desperate to hear her adorable moan again and was rewarded. Again, Pearl's hip went up, and if they deluded themself enough, Cleo could almost make out a "please" amongst the sounds spilling from Pearl's mouth.
"Desperate, are we?" Cleo whispered, just for herself, before letting one hand wander again, further down this time. They went over Pearl’s stomach, their large hand covering a decent area, and past it, fingers slipping under the cloth of Pearl's panties.
She was so wet, just from Cleo self-indulgently playing with her tits. Now Cleo could show Pearl what they could really do. A finger swept past Pearl's slit, gathering up a small amount of her wetness. Before Cleo continued, they pulled the hand back and pushed the finger in her mouth.
God. This was what she was here for. Pearl so at her mercy, that they could taste her, just like that. She tasted so good, better than Cleo ever remembered a woman tasting, even in their past escapades.
Because this was Pearl. Such a tease, having started to flirt even with them. It had been strange at first, unused to such a gap in age. But old habits didn't die easy.
She could almost imagine Pearl wanting this, asking for it. But only almost. Besides, the sheer thrill they felt would be missing, playing an unaware body like an instrument, and getting away with it.
Their hand returned to between Pearl's legs and they pushed in. Pearl clenched around her finger.
Now, Cleo wasn't a man, that they knew for sure. But the idea that she could be receiving even more pleasure from this? Real, physical gratification out of invading Pearl's body like this, if only their body was a little different? It nearly made them wish it was.
But she was happy to keep exploring Pearl's insides with nimble fingers, feeling her tense when they pushed and hooked into all the right places. Those spots that would burn themselves into Cleo's mind in the vain hope she could make Pearl sing for her again.
For now it was working. They were figuring Pearl out, piece by piece as her breath quickened and Cleo's fingers sped up. Pearl's face was flushed, a few strands of hair clinging to her forehead, and she had never looked more beautiful to Cleo.
When Pearl finally broke with a drawn out whine, Cleo slowed down gradually, still dragging out a few whimpers as they let Pearl come down from her high.
Fingers still, with no movement left to agitate Pearl, the sleeping woman settled back to a calmer state. She hadn't lied about being a deep sleeper.
Cleo's hand was drenched, a testament to how well they'd managed to learn Pearl's body in such a short time. It tasted just as perfect as the first time they'd tasted Pearl today, marking a job well done.
With some regret, Cleo watched the door fall closed behind her. Only a small part of it dedicated to what she'd done, much more to the feeling this would be the last time they could have Pearl at their mercy like this.
