(no subject)
Grace 7/?
Rated R for some sexual content :)
It was nearing 9 o’clock and Alex and Olivia were wrapped around each other on the couch. Grace had gone to be without incident, exhausted from the flight and was snoring softly in the other room. Alex had dragged a duffle bag into the living room, dropped it next to the couch and stared at Olivia for almost a minute before crawling into her arms and burying her face in Olivia’s neck.
They had sat in silence for the last ten minutes, not wanting to break the mood with words. Finally, Olivia lifted her head and kissed Alex gently on the forehead.
“I love you,” she whispered softly, wrapping her arms tighter around Alex. Alex sniffed and kissed Olivia’s neck.
“It’s so surreal to be home,” Alex whispered, “I mean, we have a house in Utah, but it was never my home.”
Olivia glanced over to the blue duffle bag lying on the floor, “What’s that?”
“Oh! Those are for you, from Grace and I,” Alex said, pulling it over and unzipping it. She pulled out a pile of notebooks, and five scrapbooks, “The notebooks are numbered, and the scrapbooks go by year. I didn’t want to you miss anything -- and I know it doesn’t compare to being there, but…”
Olivia shut her up with a forceful kiss. Alex moaned, twining her fingers in Olivia’s hair as Olivia held her close and kissed her until she was breathless, “Thank you,” Olivia whispered, “Thank you for everything.”
Wordlessly, Alex handed Olivia the scrapbook labeled, “Two Years Old.” Olivia paged through it slowly, allowing Alex to point to various pictures and explain the back story that went with each one. A lock of Grace’s hair was taped in next to a picture of her in a beauty parlor, inked prints of her hands and feet covered the front of the album. “Three years old” included a copy of the program to Grace’s first dance recital, and a picture next to it of her in her sparkly tutu. Four years old included a tiny envelope labeled, “Grace’s first earrings” next to a picture of a red faced Grace with sparkling earlobes. There was a picture of Alex and Grace, hands up, fingers spread, nails bright red. “Grace’s first manicure,” read the caption.
Olivia could have stared at the pictures for hours. Watching Grace grow, even through photographs, was like nothing she’d ever experienced before -- and the mirror image expressions Olivia and Grace shared were uncanny.
Olivia laughed as Alex pointed to a picture of Grace, rolling her tongue and crossing her eyes, “Can you do that? I can’t roll my tongue, never could.”
Olivia did it then, complete with crossed eyes that sent Alex into another fit of giggles, “It’s gotta be genetic,” she managed, “and I don’t know whether to be jealous or embarrassed that you can do that.”
“Probably a combination of both, especially if I start doing it at work,” Olivia said, closing the book and gathering Alex’s lithe body into her arms, “but we could talk about other things I can do with my tongue,” she whispered into Alex’s ear, running the very tip of her tongue over the edge and making Alex shiver.
“We could, yes,” Alex agreed breathily, already squirming in Olivia’s lap as Olivia took Alex’s earlobe gently between her teeth, sucking lightly.
Olivia planted gentle kisses over every part of Alex she could reach before shifting Alex to half lay, half sit on the couch, scooting her hips forward so she rested just on the edge of the couch. Olivia knelt in front of her, letting her hand trail over Alex’s stomach, under the soft cotton of her t-shirt until she was able to cup Alex’s breasts, brushing her thumb over already hard nipples. She moved slowly over skin she’d committed to memory so long ago, making new memories and marveling at the fact that she was even able to touch Alex, much less make her squirm.
She finally slid her hands from Alex’s chest, skimming gentle fingertips down Alex’s sides before hooking her thumbs in the waistband of Alex’s pajama pants. Alex lifted her hips helpfully and Olivia slid the silky material down Alex’s trembling legs and dropped the pants in a careless pile on the floor.
She placed soft palms on the inside of Alex’s knees and pushed them apart, kissing her way up the inside of Alex’s left thigh before placing her lips just above where Alex wanted her.
“Please, Liv…no teasing,” Alex moaned, pushing her hips towards Olivia’s eager mouth. She slid her lips around Alex’s clit, flicking it with her tongue, making Alex writhe above her before sliding two fingers slowly into her.
Alex came almost instantly, her muscles clamping down on Olivia’s fingers while Olivia sucked harder at her clit, pulling a second orgasm from Alex before the first one ended. Slowly, Olivia removed her fingers, licking them clean before grabbing at a blanket piled next to the couch. She moved to sit next to Alex on the couch, pulling Alex into her arms and curling up behind her on the couch.
“Sleep, beautiful,” she whispered, running gentle fingers through Alex’s hair, “I love you.”
Alex nestled as close to Olivia as possible. The small couch wouldn’t be a problem tonight, Alex couldn’t imagine anywhere else she would rather be.
“But I don’t…it’s not fair,” Alex mumbled, fighting against the sleep that threatened to overwhelm her.
“We have the rest of our lives ahead of us, Alex. I’m just glad you’re home,” Olivia said, blinking back the tears that had been building behind her eyes since the moment she’d seen Alex and Grace.
“Mmm,” Alex murmured, “I love you, Liv.”
“I love you too, sweetheart. Sleep well.”
Rated R for some sexual content :)
It was nearing 9 o’clock and Alex and Olivia were wrapped around each other on the couch. Grace had gone to be without incident, exhausted from the flight and was snoring softly in the other room. Alex had dragged a duffle bag into the living room, dropped it next to the couch and stared at Olivia for almost a minute before crawling into her arms and burying her face in Olivia’s neck.
They had sat in silence for the last ten minutes, not wanting to break the mood with words. Finally, Olivia lifted her head and kissed Alex gently on the forehead.
“I love you,” she whispered softly, wrapping her arms tighter around Alex. Alex sniffed and kissed Olivia’s neck.
“It’s so surreal to be home,” Alex whispered, “I mean, we have a house in Utah, but it was never my home.”
Olivia glanced over to the blue duffle bag lying on the floor, “What’s that?”
“Oh! Those are for you, from Grace and I,” Alex said, pulling it over and unzipping it. She pulled out a pile of notebooks, and five scrapbooks, “The notebooks are numbered, and the scrapbooks go by year. I didn’t want to you miss anything -- and I know it doesn’t compare to being there, but…”
Olivia shut her up with a forceful kiss. Alex moaned, twining her fingers in Olivia’s hair as Olivia held her close and kissed her until she was breathless, “Thank you,” Olivia whispered, “Thank you for everything.”
Wordlessly, Alex handed Olivia the scrapbook labeled, “Two Years Old.” Olivia paged through it slowly, allowing Alex to point to various pictures and explain the back story that went with each one. A lock of Grace’s hair was taped in next to a picture of her in a beauty parlor, inked prints of her hands and feet covered the front of the album. “Three years old” included a copy of the program to Grace’s first dance recital, and a picture next to it of her in her sparkly tutu. Four years old included a tiny envelope labeled, “Grace’s first earrings” next to a picture of a red faced Grace with sparkling earlobes. There was a picture of Alex and Grace, hands up, fingers spread, nails bright red. “Grace’s first manicure,” read the caption.
Olivia could have stared at the pictures for hours. Watching Grace grow, even through photographs, was like nothing she’d ever experienced before -- and the mirror image expressions Olivia and Grace shared were uncanny.
Olivia laughed as Alex pointed to a picture of Grace, rolling her tongue and crossing her eyes, “Can you do that? I can’t roll my tongue, never could.”
Olivia did it then, complete with crossed eyes that sent Alex into another fit of giggles, “It’s gotta be genetic,” she managed, “and I don’t know whether to be jealous or embarrassed that you can do that.”
“Probably a combination of both, especially if I start doing it at work,” Olivia said, closing the book and gathering Alex’s lithe body into her arms, “but we could talk about other things I can do with my tongue,” she whispered into Alex’s ear, running the very tip of her tongue over the edge and making Alex shiver.
“We could, yes,” Alex agreed breathily, already squirming in Olivia’s lap as Olivia took Alex’s earlobe gently between her teeth, sucking lightly.
Olivia planted gentle kisses over every part of Alex she could reach before shifting Alex to half lay, half sit on the couch, scooting her hips forward so she rested just on the edge of the couch. Olivia knelt in front of her, letting her hand trail over Alex’s stomach, under the soft cotton of her t-shirt until she was able to cup Alex’s breasts, brushing her thumb over already hard nipples. She moved slowly over skin she’d committed to memory so long ago, making new memories and marveling at the fact that she was even able to touch Alex, much less make her squirm.
She finally slid her hands from Alex’s chest, skimming gentle fingertips down Alex’s sides before hooking her thumbs in the waistband of Alex’s pajama pants. Alex lifted her hips helpfully and Olivia slid the silky material down Alex’s trembling legs and dropped the pants in a careless pile on the floor.
She placed soft palms on the inside of Alex’s knees and pushed them apart, kissing her way up the inside of Alex’s left thigh before placing her lips just above where Alex wanted her.
“Please, Liv…no teasing,” Alex moaned, pushing her hips towards Olivia’s eager mouth. She slid her lips around Alex’s clit, flicking it with her tongue, making Alex writhe above her before sliding two fingers slowly into her.
Alex came almost instantly, her muscles clamping down on Olivia’s fingers while Olivia sucked harder at her clit, pulling a second orgasm from Alex before the first one ended. Slowly, Olivia removed her fingers, licking them clean before grabbing at a blanket piled next to the couch. She moved to sit next to Alex on the couch, pulling Alex into her arms and curling up behind her on the couch.
“Sleep, beautiful,” she whispered, running gentle fingers through Alex’s hair, “I love you.”
Alex nestled as close to Olivia as possible. The small couch wouldn’t be a problem tonight, Alex couldn’t imagine anywhere else she would rather be.
“But I don’t…it’s not fair,” Alex mumbled, fighting against the sleep that threatened to overwhelm her.
“We have the rest of our lives ahead of us, Alex. I’m just glad you’re home,” Olivia said, blinking back the tears that had been building behind her eyes since the moment she’d seen Alex and Grace.
“Mmm,” Alex murmured, “I love you, Liv.”
“I love you too, sweetheart. Sleep well.”