Count Your Winnings 1/1
Count Your Winnings 1/1
Title: Count Your Winnings
Fandom: Damages
Pairing: Patty/Ellen
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, they own me.
Requested by: Anonymous
Prompt: ‘Ellen gets Patty off’.
Summary: What happens when the ladies work a case together. And things go well.
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“Congratulations, Patty…”
“Congratulations, Ms. Parsons…”
Ellen’s hearing is a little foggy to all the congratulatory pats on the back and the handshakes and the flashing light bulbs and insistent reporters shouting questions at them both. Mostly, because, every once in a while, Patty catches her eye and there’s that little telling glint that makes Ellen’s knees a little bit weak.
The steps of the courthouse are crowded and they find it difficult to exchange even a single word over all the fuss. Thankfully, their car arrives, and with little trouble, they find their way inside through opposite doors.
Ellen slides in, and Patty hops in beside her.
The blonde sighs and glances briefly out the window before looking over at Ellen with a brief chuckle, “It’s a jungle out there.”
“Yes.” Ellen nods.
They both avert their gazes in favor of either tinted window.
As the car finally begins to move, the partitian goes up. A nice gesture from the silent driver.
Both women appreciate the privacy.
Slowly, their breathing becomes audible and Ellen licks her lips as Patty pulls her jacket open and breathes in deeply.
“Stop.” Patty tells Ellen.
Ellen looks over at the older woman and bites her cheek for all of thirty seconds before replying quickly, “You look sexy when you’re flustered.”
To this, Patty looks over and offers a smirk that is paired with a short glare, followed by a simple instruction. “Wait.”
Ellen does wait. With her knees pressed together and very little self control as she keeps grazing Patty’s hand, only to be completely rejected.
They ride in silence. Mostly, because Patty knows that if she directs a single sentence in Ellen’s direction, there’s a very strong chance that the young attorney will attempt to rip Patty’s clothes off, and there’s an even stronger chance that Patty might let her.
Patty’s building appears soon enough and Ellen breathes a sigh of relief.
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Patty’s door just barely has a chance to shut before Ellen pushes the blonde against it and they both begin to pull at each other’s clothes with the an urgency worth a billion dollar settlement in favor of their defendant.
Something resembling a ‘no’ falls from Ellen’s lips as she fights Patty’s urge to move them to a more comfortable place by pushing harder.
Patty begins to pant and she moans when Ellen squeezes her breasts just so, very briefly grazes her thumbs over sensitive, hardened nipples, then sinks to her knees, hands following south Patty’s torso.
Ellen playfully tugs at the waist of Patty’s skirt with her teeth as her hands slip under the older woman’s skirt and glide up warm, bare thighs, then push the fitted white skirt Patty wears so well up and over her hips. Ellen’s fingers quickly hook into the waist of thin--expensive--underwear and she pulls with little consideration of the delicate material, tearing it a little.
“Oh--god--” Patty says in a breathy moan, shutting her eyes and turning her face up at the high ceilings of her apartment.
This encourages Ellen on and she urges Patty’s legs to part a little more. Ellen braces Patty’s hips with both hands before she runs her tongue over Patty’s slit. At this, Patty’s hand falls against the door knob and she grips it tightly. Ellen continues. She licks slowly for few seconds, where Patty’s hips begin to move against Ellen’s mouth.
Slow doesn’t last long, however. Ellen is all about instant gratification right now, and what would be greatly gratifying for her at the moment, would be to get patty off, quick and dirty, and that’s exactly what is going to happen.
Ellen’s tongue works faster now. She slips it between slick folds, then dips it inside Patty. She does this a couple of times while Patty moans louder above her.
Patty’s hand tightens around the doorknob, her knuckles growing white with tension as her hips begin to thrust forward with more determination. With her free hand, she grabs her own breast, palms it harder with every swipe of that pink tongue across and around her clit. And then there are fingers. Two, to be exact, and Patty is considering rethinking the whole god thing, because she’s sure she sees him. “Fuck!” She curses, then gasps when a third digit is slipped inside her.
As Ellen fucks Patty, she draws every pattern she can come up with around her clit, alternating between licking and sucking while she moves her fingers harder and faster. Patty doesn’t even think she’s breathing anymore and her legs begin to feel weak, like they might give out any second. When she comes, they almost do and the doorknob pinches her palm as she holds herself up against it.
With a smile on her face, Ellen wipes her chin clean with the back of her hand and licks her lips before kissing her way back up Patty’s body, holding her tightly against the door to keep her from falling, while she kisses and licks the side of her neck.
“What time is the press conference?” Ellen asks as Patty’s hands slowly begin to move from Ellen’s waist, and down over her hips.
“Hmm?” Patty asks, her mouth trailing kisses along Ellen’s cheek and jaw line, “Oh--that…we might already be late.”
“We should go, then--” Ellen begins to pull away, knowing fully well she will not achieve it. She smiles when Patty pulls her back.
“A billion--” Patty starts seductively, and is already pulling Ellen’s dress zipper down, “--dollars, Ellen.”
“I know--” Ellen replies, then bites her lip as Patty slips a hand up her dress and cups her shamelessly.
Patty smirks and shakes her head, “A billion dollar settlement keeps you in here for at least another hour. The press conference can always be rescheduled.”
FIN
Title: Count Your Winnings
Fandom: Damages
Pairing: Patty/Ellen
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, they own me.
Requested by: Anonymous
Prompt: ‘Ellen gets Patty off’.
Summary: What happens when the ladies work a case together. And things go well.
*************************************************************
“Congratulations, Patty…”
“Congratulations, Ms. Parsons…”
Ellen’s hearing is a little foggy to all the congratulatory pats on the back and the handshakes and the flashing light bulbs and insistent reporters shouting questions at them both. Mostly, because, every once in a while, Patty catches her eye and there’s that little telling glint that makes Ellen’s knees a little bit weak.
The steps of the courthouse are crowded and they find it difficult to exchange even a single word over all the fuss. Thankfully, their car arrives, and with little trouble, they find their way inside through opposite doors.
Ellen slides in, and Patty hops in beside her.
The blonde sighs and glances briefly out the window before looking over at Ellen with a brief chuckle, “It’s a jungle out there.”
“Yes.” Ellen nods.
They both avert their gazes in favor of either tinted window.
As the car finally begins to move, the partitian goes up. A nice gesture from the silent driver.
Both women appreciate the privacy.
Slowly, their breathing becomes audible and Ellen licks her lips as Patty pulls her jacket open and breathes in deeply.
“Stop.” Patty tells Ellen.
Ellen looks over at the older woman and bites her cheek for all of thirty seconds before replying quickly, “You look sexy when you’re flustered.”
To this, Patty looks over and offers a smirk that is paired with a short glare, followed by a simple instruction. “Wait.”
Ellen does wait. With her knees pressed together and very little self control as she keeps grazing Patty’s hand, only to be completely rejected.
They ride in silence. Mostly, because Patty knows that if she directs a single sentence in Ellen’s direction, there’s a very strong chance that the young attorney will attempt to rip Patty’s clothes off, and there’s an even stronger chance that Patty might let her.
Patty’s building appears soon enough and Ellen breathes a sigh of relief.
*************
Patty’s door just barely has a chance to shut before Ellen pushes the blonde against it and they both begin to pull at each other’s clothes with the an urgency worth a billion dollar settlement in favor of their defendant.
Something resembling a ‘no’ falls from Ellen’s lips as she fights Patty’s urge to move them to a more comfortable place by pushing harder.
Patty begins to pant and she moans when Ellen squeezes her breasts just so, very briefly grazes her thumbs over sensitive, hardened nipples, then sinks to her knees, hands following south Patty’s torso.
Ellen playfully tugs at the waist of Patty’s skirt with her teeth as her hands slip under the older woman’s skirt and glide up warm, bare thighs, then push the fitted white skirt Patty wears so well up and over her hips. Ellen’s fingers quickly hook into the waist of thin--expensive--underwear and she pulls with little consideration of the delicate material, tearing it a little.
“Oh--god--” Patty says in a breathy moan, shutting her eyes and turning her face up at the high ceilings of her apartment.
This encourages Ellen on and she urges Patty’s legs to part a little more. Ellen braces Patty’s hips with both hands before she runs her tongue over Patty’s slit. At this, Patty’s hand falls against the door knob and she grips it tightly. Ellen continues. She licks slowly for few seconds, where Patty’s hips begin to move against Ellen’s mouth.
Slow doesn’t last long, however. Ellen is all about instant gratification right now, and what would be greatly gratifying for her at the moment, would be to get patty off, quick and dirty, and that’s exactly what is going to happen.
Ellen’s tongue works faster now. She slips it between slick folds, then dips it inside Patty. She does this a couple of times while Patty moans louder above her.
Patty’s hand tightens around the doorknob, her knuckles growing white with tension as her hips begin to thrust forward with more determination. With her free hand, she grabs her own breast, palms it harder with every swipe of that pink tongue across and around her clit. And then there are fingers. Two, to be exact, and Patty is considering rethinking the whole god thing, because she’s sure she sees him. “Fuck!” She curses, then gasps when a third digit is slipped inside her.
As Ellen fucks Patty, she draws every pattern she can come up with around her clit, alternating between licking and sucking while she moves her fingers harder and faster. Patty doesn’t even think she’s breathing anymore and her legs begin to feel weak, like they might give out any second. When she comes, they almost do and the doorknob pinches her palm as she holds herself up against it.
With a smile on her face, Ellen wipes her chin clean with the back of her hand and licks her lips before kissing her way back up Patty’s body, holding her tightly against the door to keep her from falling, while she kisses and licks the side of her neck.
“What time is the press conference?” Ellen asks as Patty’s hands slowly begin to move from Ellen’s waist, and down over her hips.
“Hmm?” Patty asks, her mouth trailing kisses along Ellen’s cheek and jaw line, “Oh--that…we might already be late.”
“We should go, then--” Ellen begins to pull away, knowing fully well she will not achieve it. She smiles when Patty pulls her back.
“A billion--” Patty starts seductively, and is already pulling Ellen’s dress zipper down, “--dollars, Ellen.”
“I know--” Ellen replies, then bites her lip as Patty slips a hand up her dress and cups her shamelessly.
Patty smirks and shakes her head, “A billion dollar settlement keeps you in here for at least another hour. The press conference can always be rescheduled.”
FIN