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She came home to an empty loft, Lucine realized as she looked around the living area and saw, heard no one. Taking a deep breath and unbuttoning the first two buttons at the top of her shirt, she shrugged out of her coat and proceeded to the bathroom.
Selene pounced on her from the bedroom door, knocking them both to the hardwood floor and leaving Lucine speechless and staring up at a satisfied lover.
The fiery redhead kissed her lover, slanting her mouth over the raven as she slipped her tongue inside to touch her companion’s, stifling a laugh as she skimmed her hands over Lucine’s chest and shoulders. Just a few seconds more and maybe her lover would come back to play.
Gloved fingers tossed the black leather gloves elsewhere as talented fingers messed with Selene’s shirt.
A quick movement to graze her fingers across Lucine’s neck caused the young woman to freeze in her position with a whimpered “Dammit.”
Selene laughed softly as she saw the wide gray-blue eyes staring up at her torn between pain and pleasure. Granted, the entire move had been evil and the look that Lucine was giving was making her feel rather bad, so she let go.
She paid for it as Lucine leaned her head up and bit her lover on a breast, squeezing with her teeth before nibbling on the area.
“Hey! No biting,” Selene laughed louder, any other reaction giving away just how fucking good it felt.
Lucine sucked on the soaked t-shirt before quipping “My mouth is my best possession, even if it isn't the prettiest.” A flush rose to her face as she blew on the wet cloth.
Her lover knew how to be evil as well; Selene noted as she pulled away the black sweater and nibbled on the woman’s neck.
Shivers went up her spine as cool hands slinked up her shirt.
“The voices aren't saying too much if they're letting me get away with this much,” Lucine caressed the skin beneath her hands before getting distracted and sluicing one to Selene’s waistband.
Selene’s shivers were met with a devil-may-care grin as Lucine rasped an amused “problems over there?”
The black-haired young woman slipped a finger into the band and pulled her lover down to her. “You seem speechless.”
“You tend to do that to me when you're frisky,” Selene gasped before falling and kissing her lover.
The fingers dancing at her waist stopped as apparently Lucine remembered who was laying flat on the floor at the moment.
“You're dangerous, you know. And just because I happen to be above you doesn't mean I can't still be the one that falls.”
“I'm just realizing that I'm still staring up at you with a finger down south and a hand in your hair, that's all.” Lucine shrugged from the floor. “Being in this position makes me strange. Blame the testosterone.”
Selene snickered. “Strange is good.” She slid her hands up Lucine’s sweater, shivering hard when she felt another finger dive into her waistband and slide to meet its’ cousin by the top button.
Lucine’s eyes melted to dark blue as she spoke the next line that practically sealed any sort of deal between the two of them. “I exist purely to dissolve the mundane lives of others.” Teeth flashed in the elevated lights as they both heard the “snap” as a button sailed and hit the wall.
Laughter turned into slight embarrassment as Selene watched the button spin to a stop near the doorway. “You succeed oh so very well, evil wench.”
“Nah,” came the lingering response as hands slipped back into Selene’s shirt and started skimming the bottom band of her bra. “Just opportunistic. This,” Lucine plucked at the strap. “Is next.”
Selene inhaled sharply as fingers not her own palmed the cloth-covered breasts.
“ To undo, or just shove out of the way? You’ll need your arms and those are what is holding me down here.” Lucine’s voice lowered into a sadistic purr as Selene pressed her face into her lover’s neck.
“You’d better not be teasing.”
“It'd absolutely kill you if I got up now, wouldn't it?” She laughed as she propped herself up on her elbows.
“Depends on what you did once you were up,” Selene murmured, looking up at her lover’s grinning face.
“Grin and leave?” Skilled, callused hands unhooked Selene’s bra, the feeling of gravity sending her breasts to the floor normally a cause for humiliation, now, not quite so much.
“That would kill me, yes,” Selene glared and shuddered as eyes that seemingly stared right through her half the time were focused on her chest.
Her nipples were getting hard just thinking of what could be running through her lover’s mind as Lucine bent up to kiss her forehead.
“You labeled me a tease.”
“Because you are a tease!” Selene yelled, raising herself on her knees to exert some form of superiority.
Only to find herself yelping and falling flat on her back.
Lucine slid into a comfortable crouch over her hips as those hands slid back up Selene’s shirt. “You see, there are so many things you could have done from this position. Why didn't you do them?” Her hands rubbed at the shivering flesh beneath her fingertips.
“I’m not good,” Selene’s body arched in her effort to respond. “At being on top.”
“You don't give yourself enough credit,” her lover quipped, snapping the bra band in punishment. “You know, either the shirt comes off over your head, or I rip it off. Shirts are expensive, so pick one.”
They laid in the hall as silence took over.
Selene caved under the stare of her lover as she spoke weakly, “Just... take it off, don’t rip it.”
“Arms up, beautiful.” Lucine guided the shirt up and over her lover’s head before tossing the cloth who-knows-where. Once she heard the “thump” of clothing on wood, she turned back to the young woman beneath her. “You look delicious.”
Selene pounced on her from the bedroom door, knocking them both to the hardwood floor and leaving Lucine speechless and staring up at a satisfied lover.
The fiery redhead kissed her lover, slanting her mouth over the raven as she slipped her tongue inside to touch her companion’s, stifling a laugh as she skimmed her hands over Lucine’s chest and shoulders. Just a few seconds more and maybe her lover would come back to play.
Gloved fingers tossed the black leather gloves elsewhere as talented fingers messed with Selene’s shirt.
A quick movement to graze her fingers across Lucine’s neck caused the young woman to freeze in her position with a whimpered “Dammit.”
Selene laughed softly as she saw the wide gray-blue eyes staring up at her torn between pain and pleasure. Granted, the entire move had been evil and the look that Lucine was giving was making her feel rather bad, so she let go.
She paid for it as Lucine leaned her head up and bit her lover on a breast, squeezing with her teeth before nibbling on the area.
“Hey! No biting,” Selene laughed louder, any other reaction giving away just how fucking good it felt.
Lucine sucked on the soaked t-shirt before quipping “My mouth is my best possession, even if it isn't the prettiest.” A flush rose to her face as she blew on the wet cloth.
Her lover knew how to be evil as well; Selene noted as she pulled away the black sweater and nibbled on the woman’s neck.
Shivers went up her spine as cool hands slinked up her shirt.
“The voices aren't saying too much if they're letting me get away with this much,” Lucine caressed the skin beneath her hands before getting distracted and sluicing one to Selene’s waistband.
Selene’s shivers were met with a devil-may-care grin as Lucine rasped an amused “problems over there?”
The black-haired young woman slipped a finger into the band and pulled her lover down to her. “You seem speechless.”
“You tend to do that to me when you're frisky,” Selene gasped before falling and kissing her lover.
The fingers dancing at her waist stopped as apparently Lucine remembered who was laying flat on the floor at the moment.
“You're dangerous, you know. And just because I happen to be above you doesn't mean I can't still be the one that falls.”
“I'm just realizing that I'm still staring up at you with a finger down south and a hand in your hair, that's all.” Lucine shrugged from the floor. “Being in this position makes me strange. Blame the testosterone.”
Selene snickered. “Strange is good.” She slid her hands up Lucine’s sweater, shivering hard when she felt another finger dive into her waistband and slide to meet its’ cousin by the top button.
Lucine’s eyes melted to dark blue as she spoke the next line that practically sealed any sort of deal between the two of them. “I exist purely to dissolve the mundane lives of others.” Teeth flashed in the elevated lights as they both heard the “snap” as a button sailed and hit the wall.
Laughter turned into slight embarrassment as Selene watched the button spin to a stop near the doorway. “You succeed oh so very well, evil wench.”
“Nah,” came the lingering response as hands slipped back into Selene’s shirt and started skimming the bottom band of her bra. “Just opportunistic. This,” Lucine plucked at the strap. “Is next.”
Selene inhaled sharply as fingers not her own palmed the cloth-covered breasts.
“ To undo, or just shove out of the way? You’ll need your arms and those are what is holding me down here.” Lucine’s voice lowered into a sadistic purr as Selene pressed her face into her lover’s neck.
“You’d better not be teasing.”
“It'd absolutely kill you if I got up now, wouldn't it?” She laughed as she propped herself up on her elbows.
“Depends on what you did once you were up,” Selene murmured, looking up at her lover’s grinning face.
“Grin and leave?” Skilled, callused hands unhooked Selene’s bra, the feeling of gravity sending her breasts to the floor normally a cause for humiliation, now, not quite so much.
“That would kill me, yes,” Selene glared and shuddered as eyes that seemingly stared right through her half the time were focused on her chest.
Her nipples were getting hard just thinking of what could be running through her lover’s mind as Lucine bent up to kiss her forehead.
“You labeled me a tease.”
“Because you are a tease!” Selene yelled, raising herself on her knees to exert some form of superiority.
Only to find herself yelping and falling flat on her back.
Lucine slid into a comfortable crouch over her hips as those hands slid back up Selene’s shirt. “You see, there are so many things you could have done from this position. Why didn't you do them?” Her hands rubbed at the shivering flesh beneath her fingertips.
“I’m not good,” Selene’s body arched in her effort to respond. “At being on top.”
“You don't give yourself enough credit,” her lover quipped, snapping the bra band in punishment. “You know, either the shirt comes off over your head, or I rip it off. Shirts are expensive, so pick one.”
They laid in the hall as silence took over.
Selene caved under the stare of her lover as she spoke weakly, “Just... take it off, don’t rip it.”
“Arms up, beautiful.” Lucine guided the shirt up and over her lover’s head before tossing the cloth who-knows-where. Once she heard the “thump” of clothing on wood, she turned back to the young woman beneath her. “You look delicious.”