“Good morning, Sarah . . .” Olivia’s lips are the first thing I feel as my mind starts to click back on from a long night of dreams. I fell asleep half curled up against her, but now I’m on my back. She’s already managed to straddle me, and it happened before I woke up. Her smooth flesh rubbing against mine first thing in the morning makes me groan and reach up to pull her closer.

Aurora only woke us up twice last night, and she was in a good mood.

“Good morning Olivia! Someone’s feeling a little frisky . . .” Sometimes it’s hard to imagine that she ever had a kid. Her breasts might show some pleasant signs of change from the experience, and she’s a little rounder overall, but not in a single way that doesn’t only make her more attractive.

Knowing she’s the other mother of my child sometimes is enough all by itself to make my eyes hood and my thighs tense. Having her on top of me, feeling the sweet pressure of her nipples against my breasts, seeing the gorgeous sigh of her gray eyes gazing down at mine with just a hint of gold visible if you know how to look into her pupils to find it . . . it makes me feel so lucky to be alive, and hotter than I should be able to feel.

Her fingers stroke over my neck, rubbing firm little curls against my skin. Just faintly her eyes hood before she turns her fingers into that soft warm gold. A golden massage is a great way to wake up feeling limp and wanted. I start to reach up to knead her ass like I always do, but she makes a disapproving sound and wiggles.

When I stop kneading and just let my hands rest against the warm full curves of her cute tush, she makes an approving mewl and slides a wet, warm gold tongue along the curve of my ear. “You’re always touching me, channeling those hot body clenching currents through me so it feels like you filled me with a mind frying pleasure filled electric fence . . . Sometimes you need to just lay back, and let your cute little wifey fuck you senseless . . . Unless you mind?”

“Oooh no . . . Fuck away . . . You know I always love it when you force me to-oh! Enjoy myself!” Goddess she knows just how to drive me wild. Her lips stay flesh as she suckles on the bottom of my ear, flicking her tongue like I’ve seen her do to my nipples. She knows how to make any place feel like an erogenous zone, touches soft and wispy or warm and hard and toe curlingly perfect.

Normally her voice sounds so young, but hearing her talking just a little dirty, with that deep sensual tone to her, she sounds so experienced and worldly in a way that makes me feel possessed. Normally I’m the one pinning her to the bed or the floor or the counter or to the side of Aurora’s crib, but when she takes the initiative and just gets so firm like this there’s no part of me that feels anything but the bliss of being someone else’s.

Her hands start to move down from my neck to rub a little over my shoulders before tracing the curves of my sides. She grabs my hips before grinding her body down into mine and I whimper her name under my breath. Her irises shimmer faintly gold in the light before her eyes close, and her tongue traces from just below my neck to just beyond my breasts.

Olivia’s eyes are completely golden when she reopens them. That only happens when she’s really feeling powerful. When she told me how it felt once, she said it was like she knew that right then, when her eyes turned gold, she’d sealed away all of her hesitance and let loose her cravings.

“I might not be able to silver you up, or gold you up . . . But I better hear you moaning and feel you shuddering as if I can.” A golden eye winks down at me before she latches her sweet pink lips around my nipple before turning them to gold. The added firmness lets her latch so much harder as she suckles, almost like perfectly curved smooth teeth, and she uses those hard wet lips to pull my nipple out hard from my breast before releasing it with a flick of her tongue.

The scream tears itself from my throat before I even finish feeling her touching me. “You are golding me up! Fuck I love it when you touch me! Aureus! Olivia!” My eyes roll up into my head as my body shakes. She just doesn’t stop! I wonder how long she watched me sleep before she started doing this.

How her fingers reached between my thighs before I felt them, I’ll never know, but feeling them turn to gold against me is enough to make me groan and grind into them harder when she starts rubbing. It feels so good to clench around her fingers when they’re so solid and gold. It’s so dirty, like a sex toy or . . . no, there’s just nothing really like this. A sex toy doesn’t curve when I scream like only her fingers can make me, and it wouldn’t feel familiar in a way that feels erotic as it feels safe.

With her fingers this hard, but still flexible and somehow soft, it feels even better when she starts pumping them into me just an inch away from feeling like they’ll tear me apart. I almost want them to lose that buffer with how good it feels, almost hurting but feeling so good to grind up into her hand, into her mouth as her lips and tongue keep switching which nipple they tease.

I can’t hold back forever; goddess, I can’t even start to really hold back. My mind swims as the distance between my rolled back eyes, my nipples, and my sex feels nonexistent, and everything explodes.

There must have been a scream or a cry, but I’m so lost just in the pleasure, in the clenching and shaking and the tender melting heat. It feels like pure golden light exploding through all of me like some . . . there’s nothing like this. It’s unique, and I love it. It’s just between me and her. It’s ours . . .

“You’re going to wake up Aurora . . . You’re going to wake up anyone in the building who isn’t already awake!” Olivia’s voice sounds so melted with delight. She’s just lying on top of me now and it feels so nice. I can feel her heart beating against me, and I’m sure she can feel mine. It feels like it’s going a thousand times faster than it did than when I had my heart attack, but this just feels erotic and blissful.

“Mmmm . . . That’s your fault, not mine. If you weren’t such an amazing lover . . .” After all it’s not as if I’m any good at not screaming at the top of my lungs. If I were then I might not have been such a sought after commodity.

There are other prominent features that likely drew attention to me, but I’m going to pretend right now it’s just the way I sound. Olivia has a way of making me even louder than I usually am . . .

Grinning through the fog of afterglow, I reach up shakily to direct her lips down against mine. “Now . . . I think it’s your turn . . . huh? Time to make my sweet little Olivia wake up everyone I haven’t . . .” She moans in the kiss when our lips melt together again and I reach down to knead her sweetly luscious ass.

Just when the sparks nearly start to spill over from my fingertips, and my lips press to her neck . . . a loud cry comes from the baby monitor. She lets out a loud whine that almost perfectly matches Aurora’s. We share a brief moment of eye contact and it momentarily occurs to me how nice it is not to need words.

Both of us laugh madly as we stumble our way out of bed. “Looks like its Aurora’s turn instead. Oh well. I suck your breast, she sucks your breast . . . I really don’t see the difference.” My grin turns wide enough to hurt my face, and Olivia throws a pillow from the bed at my face. At first I was mortified at the thought of not having anything to do with her breasts during the duration of Aurora’s early breast fed life, but it’s not that easy to dry her up and that’s what the breast pump is for.

It never hurts to have a little spare sitting in the fridge so I can feed her if Olivia is taking a nap. Plus, it means I get to taste some direct from the source. I wouldn’t put it over cereal, but, yum either way.

Last time Aurora woke up like this I handled it, so it’s her turn. We’re getting good at keeping track, although I double up sometimes when she’s just a little forgetful. My schedule has me with Mondays off for the next month, so I don’t have to go to work. Still, I start to dress anyway in pair of jeans and a black blouse. In the mirror I look to die for, and the lack of a bra makes my nipples look that much cuter through the thin fabric. It’s hard to imagine that as hot as the woman in the mirror is, silver skin and all, my lover is even sexier.

Grinning again, I move to wish my cute little daughter a good morning

Sadly, Aurora isn’t in the mood to nap. I’m always happy to spend time with her, but sometimes I’d love to be able to finish a morning of sex before she wakes up. It’s a small price to pay to be the mother of the most adorable baby the world has ever seen. In eighteen years she’ll go off to college and I’ll spend a day rocking Olivia’s world on the coffee table.

Hopefully I’ll get mine rocked a little too, but my visualizations involve rocking hers.

Olivia went ahead and dressed, much to my disappointment. She looks presentable as if we’re expecting company. Aurora isn’t all that dressed, but she’s a baby so she can get away with that.

I walk into the kitchen and wrap my arms around Olivia, whose arms are wrapped around Aurora. It feels so nice to be together like a family. We’ll have to take Aurora to visit her grandmother soon. Susan just loves being a grandmother, as long as you don’t call her grandma when you’re her daughter.

She visited shortly after Aurora was born, just like she did with Sylvia. It feels so weird to have your mother tell you a baby looks so much like you did when you were that age when it’s not really yours.

“She has the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen . . . They’re your eyes, but seeing them in her face makes it more real. I don’t know - I might just be crazy. It’s not like she’s going to grow up and be Silver Girl or anything. Maybe she’ll hit the jackpot and be all normal.”

Olivia tilts her head back and I press my lips to hers, melting into her warmth before reaching a hand to slide over Aurora’s cheek. “Nah, I think that’s normal parent stuff. I’ve never been a parent before, but Susan told me that it was always nice to see bits of Lida in me when I was growing up. I think it just lets a part of you see just how solid the love is, just how . . . real Aurora is. Our little miracle . . . Even if she was a bit of a surprise.”

“We’re lesbians, Sarah. There was no turkey baster involved. It was more than just a little surprise. If I wasn’t thrilled to be ‘silver and gold’ I would have probably been a bit upset. Okay, no . . . I just couldn’t bring myself to be upset. You knocked me up good.” I am the luckiest woman in the world.

Thoughts of a shimmering silver turkey baster fill my mind for a moment, but they’re interrupted by a loud knock on the front door. “Damn. Well, hold that thought, I’ll see who the hell is knocking this early in the morning. My fingers are crossed for some evil girl scouts with aphrodisiac cookies. We should role play that fantasy out some time.”

Love of my life that she is, Olivia just snorts and giggles as I pull away. Really, today is going great so far, it just has to be something mundane like mind controlling sex scouts. I hope?

“The Lady sent Pink after one of my dust bunnies. She’s going after the factory. She’s coming after me. I am not going to be her little whore again.” Dust is about the last person I expected to find standing outside my door. It takes a lot of self-discipline not to spark her on principle, but she sounds desperate and a little scared. I’ve only heard her sound scared once before and that was shortly before the first time I saw her pinked, and shortly before I got a piece of metal shoved between my ears.

Some girls have all the luck. “You are about the last person I expected to see. Come on in. Tell me everything, as long as we’re clear this isn’t me coming after you.”

“We’re clear, Sarah.” Dust steps in and I check the hallway before closing the door behind her and locking it. “I was discussing some business arrangements when Candy and her brain-dead friends came in, pink lipstick, wearing the sluttiest bright colored clothes . . . They wanted to kiss me really badly, so I tried to stop them by snapping them into a dust nap . . . but they fought it. They tried to hold me down, and so I turned to dust . . . and came here.”

Great. A Couple of months ago she has her goons rig my shower to spray me with her essence, letting me free after telling me to stay away. Now she’s in my apartment obviously asking me for help. “Okay, so Pink . . . Wait a second, Pink? The Lady? What the hell are you talking about? They’re in . . .”

Dust rolls her eyes and sits down on the couch, oblivious to the world that isn’t directly concerning her. The look on her face plainly says that I can guess how smart she thinks I am right now. It’s not well known but if I know that The Lady is missing, and that Pink is missing, then it isn’t too far of a stretch for Dust to know. After all, she was one of her top recruiters. If she was planning on making a comeback then Dust would be an even more valuable resource now.

Just thinking of the possibilities makes me shudder. For awhile every thought tempted me to find some way to bring back Chronos, even if the thoughts were only in the back of my mind. They’re finally gone. Olivia and I are a happy family with Aurora. We don’t need Chronos. I don’t need Chronos.

Midas City has enough to deal with, excluding returning Sapphic mind controlling entrepreneurs looking to set up shop between the eyes and thighs of the city. We need that like we need another dark fetish in our heads.

“Who is it Sarah?” Olivia’s voice rings out from the kitchen but luckily I can hear her reaching through the cupboards trying to find . . . something.

Dust’s face isn’t something everyone knows. Her reputation is pretty close. Telling Olivia who I just let in doesn’t feel or sound very smart, especially with Aurora up and about. However, lying wouldn’t be a good thing either. Maybe just not saying everything and explaining later would be for the best. Right now Dust isn’t a threat. She came here for help. Our old friends on the other hand . . .

It’s not as if Olivia doesn’t know about the history Dust and I share. I’ve told her everything about Chronos. There’s not really an option to lie, I’m just nervous. The Lady is back. The Domina became The Domina because The Lady disappeared. I really don’t like this.

“It’s Dust . . . My old friend Dust. Turns out we have some mutual friends who decided not to stay down. This is going to take the big guns. I need backup. Whatever she has planned, she wouldn’t do it unless she already had a significant advantage. There’s a whole program full of supers just waiting to help out during a crisis like this . . . Olivia, I totally hate to do this, especially first thing in the morning, but . . . Would you mind taking care of Aurora and making sure nothing happens to Dust while I’m gone?” It’s a mouthful, but I’m feeling nervous in that way I always feel right before something I don’t want to happen . . . happens.

Olivia walks into the living room, looking between me and my old friend. Dust wiggles her too-pale fingers at Olivia while managing not to grin too threateningly. She actually looks friendly. It almost reminds me of the way I remember Dust looking when we first met in the elevator.

“Your suit is hanging in the closet. Your bike has a full tank of gas. I can keep your old friend safe for however long it takes for you to get this taken care of. It isn’t really easy to get past a mother who has golden fists of justice.” She’s as serious as she is silly and her reasoning is sound. Olivia turns her hands to gold and the loud clang of her fist smacking into the palm of her other hand is enough to make Dust’s eyebrows rise up.

I have every confidence that Olivia can keep anyone from getting to Dust. “Then I’ll change, and be back soon as I can. Play nice now, Dust?”

The fear is gone from her face, but that’s a good thing. It’s not a fun thing to see an old friend, or even just a dangerous woman, looking scared. When only severely mind thrashing witches make a woman look out of sorts, you watch for those signs very carefully.

Black coated lips curl into a self-satisfied smile as she nods, and I rush into the bedroom. Jesse Colloten is out on the loose. This sounds like a job for Silver Girl!