Girlfriends and Lovers - Lost - Claire/Juliet
Title: Girlfriends and Lovers
Pairing: Claire/Juliet
Word Count: 631
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Written for the Lost Fic Battle.
Summary: Established relationship smut. Juliet has fun teasing Claire with a vibrator.
Her head thrusts back against the pillow and her mouth forms a silent 'o!' of surprise when she finally - finally - feels the smooth head of the vibrator press inside her. It's not enough, barely an inch, and it isn't even switched on despite her whine of frustration.
Juliet's lips brush against the inside of her thigh. "Claire," she says, looking up at her. She's annoyingly calm and serene, as if she is making plans and fighting fate rather than lying between her girlfriend's spread legs with a purple vibrator held in one elegant hand. A quietly amused smirk keeps threatening to overtake her lips. "Claire, are you listening to me?"
Her pelvic muscles tighten then release - it doesn't move. Still held at a stand-still inside her. "Yes. Yes, god, I'm listening."
"Good. I want you to talk to me," Juliet says. "Tell me what you want."
"This. This, I want this." Her hands clench and release, clench and release, clench and release. "I want you, Juliet."
Juliet chuckles and her warm breath tickles Claire's skin. The movement of her shoulders causes the slicked-up vibrator to shift further inside - barely anything at all, but it's enough to make her moan. "You need to be a little more specific than that," Juliet tells her.
It’s hard to think, though. Claire's hips buck greedily. "More. I want more of that."
Juliet turns his hand, twisting the vibrator, and with a smooth press pushes the rest inside Claire's wet, waiting pussy. Claire's mouth fall open and she screams, toes curling desperately.
"Jule…" It's too hard to think, never mind speak, when Juliet's thumb flicks the switch that turns the plastic toy on. It's the lowest setting at first, but the deep vibrations shatter throughout Claire's slender body.
Juliet withdraws the toy from inside her - slow, slow, so slow - and the wicked smile on her face speaks of how she's enjoying this. Claire moans at the loss of the deep sensation, but it's replaced by something better when Juliet smoothes the top of the vibrator over Claire's wet pussy lips. It shakes right through her, right to her core, and Claire's can't help but twist and writhe and moan for more.
Juliet traces her, again and again, with the slick tip. She shifts on the bed, one arm leaning against Claire's thigh, before she finally - oh god, finally - moves her attention to the exact spot that Claire requires it, her clit. Red and sensitive, the soft brush of the vibrator over it makes Claire twitch and tremble. Juliet circles her clit, slow and stead. Claire can feel heat build through her, so good. The warmth of Juliet's breath on her skin is close and daring.
"More," she gasps.
She's so close now.
Juliet's lips graze her thigh, just once, just lightly, then her thumb presses a button on the vibrators - clicks it once, twice, right up to the highest setting. She rubs the tip straight over Claire's clit, so intense that it makes Claire cry out, uncaring of who might hear. Her entire body is thrown into turmoil, tensing beyond her control, and the heat that has been building all this time ignites and burns right through her.
Juliet places a hand on Claire's stomach and guides her through it, drawing it out and blowing her mind with her effortless skill. When it's all too much and Claire's cries turn to whimpers, Juliet turns the toy off and pulls it away, placing it down to be cleaned later.
Juliet climbs up the bed, resting her elbows on the pillow and her head on her hand. Claire stares at the white-washed ceiling, still trembling, and knows beyond a doubt that she is the luckiest girl in the world to have Juliet's attention focused only on her.
Pairing: Claire/Juliet
Word Count: 631
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Written for the Lost Fic Battle.
Summary: Established relationship smut. Juliet has fun teasing Claire with a vibrator.
Her head thrusts back against the pillow and her mouth forms a silent 'o!' of surprise when she finally - finally - feels the smooth head of the vibrator press inside her. It's not enough, barely an inch, and it isn't even switched on despite her whine of frustration.
Juliet's lips brush against the inside of her thigh. "Claire," she says, looking up at her. She's annoyingly calm and serene, as if she is making plans and fighting fate rather than lying between her girlfriend's spread legs with a purple vibrator held in one elegant hand. A quietly amused smirk keeps threatening to overtake her lips. "Claire, are you listening to me?"
Her pelvic muscles tighten then release - it doesn't move. Still held at a stand-still inside her. "Yes. Yes, god, I'm listening."
"Good. I want you to talk to me," Juliet says. "Tell me what you want."
"This. This, I want this." Her hands clench and release, clench and release, clench and release. "I want you, Juliet."
Juliet chuckles and her warm breath tickles Claire's skin. The movement of her shoulders causes the slicked-up vibrator to shift further inside - barely anything at all, but it's enough to make her moan. "You need to be a little more specific than that," Juliet tells her.
It’s hard to think, though. Claire's hips buck greedily. "More. I want more of that."
Juliet turns his hand, twisting the vibrator, and with a smooth press pushes the rest inside Claire's wet, waiting pussy. Claire's mouth fall open and she screams, toes curling desperately.
"Jule…" It's too hard to think, never mind speak, when Juliet's thumb flicks the switch that turns the plastic toy on. It's the lowest setting at first, but the deep vibrations shatter throughout Claire's slender body.
Juliet withdraws the toy from inside her - slow, slow, so slow - and the wicked smile on her face speaks of how she's enjoying this. Claire moans at the loss of the deep sensation, but it's replaced by something better when Juliet smoothes the top of the vibrator over Claire's wet pussy lips. It shakes right through her, right to her core, and Claire's can't help but twist and writhe and moan for more.
Juliet traces her, again and again, with the slick tip. She shifts on the bed, one arm leaning against Claire's thigh, before she finally - oh god, finally - moves her attention to the exact spot that Claire requires it, her clit. Red and sensitive, the soft brush of the vibrator over it makes Claire twitch and tremble. Juliet circles her clit, slow and stead. Claire can feel heat build through her, so good. The warmth of Juliet's breath on her skin is close and daring.
"More," she gasps.
She's so close now.
Juliet's lips graze her thigh, just once, just lightly, then her thumb presses a button on the vibrators - clicks it once, twice, right up to the highest setting. She rubs the tip straight over Claire's clit, so intense that it makes Claire cry out, uncaring of who might hear. Her entire body is thrown into turmoil, tensing beyond her control, and the heat that has been building all this time ignites and burns right through her.
Juliet places a hand on Claire's stomach and guides her through it, drawing it out and blowing her mind with her effortless skill. When it's all too much and Claire's cries turn to whimpers, Juliet turns the toy off and pulls it away, placing it down to be cleaned later.
Juliet climbs up the bed, resting her elbows on the pillow and her head on her hand. Claire stares at the white-washed ceiling, still trembling, and knows beyond a doubt that she is the luckiest girl in the world to have Juliet's attention focused only on her.