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TITLE: Eating Out
AUTHOR: dragynflies
PAIRING: Claire/Gretchen
RATING: Hard R
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Beta’d by the wonderful superkappa and a HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who commented on my last Gretchen/Claire fic. You guys made me want to write more :)
SUMMARY: Claire and Gretchen go on their first date. Claire’s nervous; Gretchen shows her the benefits of dating another girl.
Claire’s knife clinked against the fancy china plate as it fell from her hand on the way to the floor. As she bent to pick it up, Gretchen chuckled lightly.
“Are you nervous or something?” she asked, spearing a green bean with her fork as Claire set the knife next to her plate and smoothed the napkin in her lap.
“No,” Claire murmured, “Of course not.”
“Because I can promise you that you’re gonna get lucky tonight, if that’s what you were worried about,” Gretchen promised, her voice teasing.
Claire glanced around the only semi-crowded restaurant before replying. “That’s not what I was worried about.”
Gretchen sighed awkwardly and took another bite of her dinner. Claire’s knuckles were white around her fork; she stabbed at her penne pasta without ever taking a bite. Gretchen watched as her girlfriend’s eyes scanned the restaurant once, then again, while the silence at the table stretched into minutes.
“Do you want to leave?” Gretchen offered.
“What? No. No, I don’t want to leave. You were right, it was time we had a date besides watching movies and vegging out in our room.” Claire’s stammered sentence came out too quickly, the words running together as she scanned the restaurant again.
“Is someone after you then?” Gretchen asked, finally setting her fork down and taking a sip of her soda.
“No,” Claire hissed, “No one is after me. I just. Gretchen.” Her voice cracked on her girlfriend’s name, and she sighed. “Are people looking at us?”
“Why?” Gretchen asked dryly, “Do I have something on my face? Is my hair doing something scary?” She patted her bone straight hair and looked Claire in the eye, “Or do you mean because we’re two girls out to dinner?”
Claire paled visibly and Gretchen knew she’d hit the nail on the head. “Claire, no one is looking at us. Women go out to dinner all the time together, we’re not even exciting enough to make anyone blink. And even if someone were looking at us, they probably just think you’re hot. Plus, honey, if they are looking at us like you’re worried they are, it’s them with the problem. Not us.”
“I know,” Claire whispered. She shifted, speared a piece of penne and chewed before she answered. “I’m sorry, Gretchen. I’m not trying to be a killjoy. I’m glad we’re doing something different. I’m just…new at this.”
Gretchen nodded, “I know,” she said, “I know. And it’s okay. But you have to stop acting like someone’s going to attack us out of nowhere.” She blinked, then grinned, “Bad analogy. What I mean is…”
“I know what you mean,” Claire insisted harshly, cutting off her girlfriend’s sentence. Gretchen nodded, then returned her gaze to her plate, effectively chastised.
They ate in silence for five long minutes until Gretchen set her fork down on the plate with a firm clink.
“Come with me,” she ordered, already standing up from the table and walking away without even checking to see that Claire was behind her.
Claire was so stunned she didn’t know what else to do but follow Gretchen through the restaurant, weaving through tables on the way to the women’s restroom. Gretchen had been right, hardly anyone even glanced up from their plate or dining companion as the two girls walked past. Claire followed Gretchen into the bathroom, and watched as Gretchen turned the lock on the fancy door.
“Gretch, what - “ Claire’s sentence was cut short as Gretchen pushed her against the door with a firm thud, cutting off her sentence with a firm kiss. Claire’s breath caught and she kissed her girlfriend back, already relaxing into the kiss as Gretchen’s tongue slipped between her parted lips.
When Gretchen pulled away, Claire was breathless and panting. A slow smile spread across Claire’s lips as she wrapped her arms around Gretchen’s neck.
“Are you trying to calm me down?” Claire asked.
“Is it working?” Gretchen asked, moving her kisses to Claire’s neck before dropping to her knees in one smooth motion. She tugged up the hem of Claire’s black slip dress, her smile growing when she saw Claire’s black silk garter and panties. “Did you get all dressed up for someone?”
“Mayhh…Maybe,” Claire panted as Gretchen stroked her lightly through the silk of her panties.
“So you were planning on getting lucky tonight,” Gretchen teased, gently pushing the fabric of Claire’s panties to the side so that she could have easier access.
“I…oh, Gretchen,” Claire’s reply was cut short as Gretchen licked a firm stripe from her opening to her clit, making Claire shudder. “More.”
“What if someone sees us?” Gretchen teased, licking gently between each word. Claire spread her legs a little wider, bracing herself against the door, her hand curled around the fancy handle.
“No…no one’s in here.”
“Nope,” Gretchen returned, pulling away just enough to look up at her girlfriend, “And no one is wondering about the two girls that went to the bathroom together right now, either. No one looks twice when that happens.”
“Mmhmm,” Claire sighed, “Perk.”
“Exactly,” Gretchen soothed, and then pushed two fingers into Claire’s wet pussy, flicking the tip of her tongue over Claire’s swollen clit. It didn’t take long for Claire to unravel, coming all over Gretchen’s talented mouth as she panted out Gretchen’s name.
“It’s all perks,” Gretchen sighed, settling back on her knees and licking her lips before swiping her hand across her chin.
Claire blinked sleepily, her eyes heavy and hooded as she gently slid her panties back into place before sinking to the floor, sitting across from Gretchen.
“Yeah,” she murmured, reaching for Gretchen’s hand. Gretchen smiled, leaning in for the kiss Claire was clearly demanding. “Our food’s probably cold,” Claire said when they finally separated.
“I find myself not caring,” Gretchen said lightly, “I think I’d like to take you home now.”
Claire stood up, reaching for Gretchen’s hand and helping her up. Gently, she tucked Gretchen’s long hair behind her ears, wiping at Gretchen’s lips with her thumb. “I don’t know,” Claire murmured, “I think I’d like to have dinner with my girlfriend first.”
AUTHOR: dragynflies
PAIRING: Claire/Gretchen
RATING: Hard R
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Beta’d by the wonderful superkappa and a HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who commented on my last Gretchen/Claire fic. You guys made me want to write more :)
SUMMARY: Claire and Gretchen go on their first date. Claire’s nervous; Gretchen shows her the benefits of dating another girl.
Claire’s knife clinked against the fancy china plate as it fell from her hand on the way to the floor. As she bent to pick it up, Gretchen chuckled lightly.
“Are you nervous or something?” she asked, spearing a green bean with her fork as Claire set the knife next to her plate and smoothed the napkin in her lap.
“No,” Claire murmured, “Of course not.”
“Because I can promise you that you’re gonna get lucky tonight, if that’s what you were worried about,” Gretchen promised, her voice teasing.
Claire glanced around the only semi-crowded restaurant before replying. “That’s not what I was worried about.”
Gretchen sighed awkwardly and took another bite of her dinner. Claire’s knuckles were white around her fork; she stabbed at her penne pasta without ever taking a bite. Gretchen watched as her girlfriend’s eyes scanned the restaurant once, then again, while the silence at the table stretched into minutes.
“Do you want to leave?” Gretchen offered.
“What? No. No, I don’t want to leave. You were right, it was time we had a date besides watching movies and vegging out in our room.” Claire’s stammered sentence came out too quickly, the words running together as she scanned the restaurant again.
“Is someone after you then?” Gretchen asked, finally setting her fork down and taking a sip of her soda.
“No,” Claire hissed, “No one is after me. I just. Gretchen.” Her voice cracked on her girlfriend’s name, and she sighed. “Are people looking at us?”
“Why?” Gretchen asked dryly, “Do I have something on my face? Is my hair doing something scary?” She patted her bone straight hair and looked Claire in the eye, “Or do you mean because we’re two girls out to dinner?”
Claire paled visibly and Gretchen knew she’d hit the nail on the head. “Claire, no one is looking at us. Women go out to dinner all the time together, we’re not even exciting enough to make anyone blink. And even if someone were looking at us, they probably just think you’re hot. Plus, honey, if they are looking at us like you’re worried they are, it’s them with the problem. Not us.”
“I know,” Claire whispered. She shifted, speared a piece of penne and chewed before she answered. “I’m sorry, Gretchen. I’m not trying to be a killjoy. I’m glad we’re doing something different. I’m just…new at this.”
Gretchen nodded, “I know,” she said, “I know. And it’s okay. But you have to stop acting like someone’s going to attack us out of nowhere.” She blinked, then grinned, “Bad analogy. What I mean is…”
“I know what you mean,” Claire insisted harshly, cutting off her girlfriend’s sentence. Gretchen nodded, then returned her gaze to her plate, effectively chastised.
They ate in silence for five long minutes until Gretchen set her fork down on the plate with a firm clink.
“Come with me,” she ordered, already standing up from the table and walking away without even checking to see that Claire was behind her.
Claire was so stunned she didn’t know what else to do but follow Gretchen through the restaurant, weaving through tables on the way to the women’s restroom. Gretchen had been right, hardly anyone even glanced up from their plate or dining companion as the two girls walked past. Claire followed Gretchen into the bathroom, and watched as Gretchen turned the lock on the fancy door.
“Gretch, what - “ Claire’s sentence was cut short as Gretchen pushed her against the door with a firm thud, cutting off her sentence with a firm kiss. Claire’s breath caught and she kissed her girlfriend back, already relaxing into the kiss as Gretchen’s tongue slipped between her parted lips.
When Gretchen pulled away, Claire was breathless and panting. A slow smile spread across Claire’s lips as she wrapped her arms around Gretchen’s neck.
“Are you trying to calm me down?” Claire asked.
“Is it working?” Gretchen asked, moving her kisses to Claire’s neck before dropping to her knees in one smooth motion. She tugged up the hem of Claire’s black slip dress, her smile growing when she saw Claire’s black silk garter and panties. “Did you get all dressed up for someone?”
“Mayhh…Maybe,” Claire panted as Gretchen stroked her lightly through the silk of her panties.
“So you were planning on getting lucky tonight,” Gretchen teased, gently pushing the fabric of Claire’s panties to the side so that she could have easier access.
“I…oh, Gretchen,” Claire’s reply was cut short as Gretchen licked a firm stripe from her opening to her clit, making Claire shudder. “More.”
“What if someone sees us?” Gretchen teased, licking gently between each word. Claire spread her legs a little wider, bracing herself against the door, her hand curled around the fancy handle.
“No…no one’s in here.”
“Nope,” Gretchen returned, pulling away just enough to look up at her girlfriend, “And no one is wondering about the two girls that went to the bathroom together right now, either. No one looks twice when that happens.”
“Mmhmm,” Claire sighed, “Perk.”
“Exactly,” Gretchen soothed, and then pushed two fingers into Claire’s wet pussy, flicking the tip of her tongue over Claire’s swollen clit. It didn’t take long for Claire to unravel, coming all over Gretchen’s talented mouth as she panted out Gretchen’s name.
“It’s all perks,” Gretchen sighed, settling back on her knees and licking her lips before swiping her hand across her chin.
Claire blinked sleepily, her eyes heavy and hooded as she gently slid her panties back into place before sinking to the floor, sitting across from Gretchen.
“Yeah,” she murmured, reaching for Gretchen’s hand. Gretchen smiled, leaning in for the kiss Claire was clearly demanding. “Our food’s probably cold,” Claire said when they finally separated.
“I find myself not caring,” Gretchen said lightly, “I think I’d like to take you home now.”
Claire stood up, reaching for Gretchen’s hand and helping her up. Gently, she tucked Gretchen’s long hair behind her ears, wiping at Gretchen’s lips with her thumb. “I don’t know,” Claire murmured, “I think I’d like to have dinner with my girlfriend first.”