Taste - a Sensory Pleasure Interlude
Because everyone wanted to read this so much, I managed to bribe the muse into helping me out with it. ;) Hope it meets expectations.
When she got back, she was unsurprised to find Lucy sitting on her bed, flipping through the movie list. "I was wondering when you were going to get back," Lucy remarked as Amy set her bags down on the room's main table. "Where did you- mmmph!" The rest of her sentence was cut off as Amy pushed her flat on the bed, leaned down, and gave her a kiss that seemed to suck every oxygen molecule from her body.
"I see you found the place all right," Amy said breathlessly after she broke off the kiss. "Where are you staying, just out of curiosity? In case we have to dodge my team."
Lucy greedily sucked in more air, then managed to reply, "Uh... just down the hall, actually."
Amy couldn't help but laugh. "Boy, when the guys in the travel department learn how close they were to you and still managed to miss you..."
"Well, I've never credited the government with an overabundance of brains," Lucy replied, then gave her another quick kiss. "With obvious exceptions such as yourself."
Amy smiled. "You don't need to flatter me, Lucy. You're already getting some."
Lucy stared at her for a second, then burst out laughing. "Oh, I missed you!" she said, giving Amy a tight hug.
"Likewise, obviously," Amy replied with a grin, hugging her back before letting go and getting up from the bed. "To answer your question, though, I was doing a little grocery shopping. I needed some supplies."
Leaning up on one elbow, Lucy raised an eyebrow. "Supplies for what?"
Amy gave her a pixish smile. "Oh, just a little surprise..."
Lucy's eyes widened. "Oh, really?"
"What?" Amy asked innocently. "You thought you were the only one who could surprise people?"
"No..." Though she hadn't expected Amy to try something like this. At least, not so soon. Perhaps she should have, though. After all, Amy was a damn quick study.
"Good. And we'll get to that in a minute," she said, taking off her shoes, then getting back on the bed and straddling her lover. Before Lucy could ask what that meant, Amy was kissing her again.
It was rather amazing, really, just how easily that could make her lose track of whatever she'd been thinking... and just about everything else, too. Everything but Amy's lips pressing against hers, Amy's tongue sliding sinuously against her own, her fingers tangling in Amy's hair, and the moaning sound Amy was making in the back of her throat. That sound, she decided, could potentially drive her insane one day. It dove right through all of her defenses, generating a tidal wave of lust that washed away any kind of coherent thought.
If asked, she wouldn't be able to explain just what it was about Amy that got to her like that. All she knew was that she'd never, ever experienced anything like this. Clothes were discarded without a second thought - or a first, really; though, Lucy had to admit, she did take a certain pleasure out of all but tearing off Amy's DEBS uniform - bare flesh rubbed against bare flesh, all but setting the bed ablaze with the heat generated by the friction, and still it wasn't enough. She wanted Amy closer, even though there was no 'closer'.
This was insane.
But she thought she might die if it stopped.
Amy proved her wrong, though, when she broke the kiss and made an effort to pull back. "Okay," she gasped out. "This... this isn't going... quite the way I had planned..."
"We can get to that later," Lucy told her, voice pitched low enough to be called a seductive growl. Amy gave a little shiver of delight, which did not escape her attention. "All I want right now is you, here. With me. I want to touch you, I want to taste you, and I want to drive you out of your mind with pleasure. I want to make you mine. Because that's what you are, you know. Mine."
Amy whimpered softly, all but tapping out her surrender. "Say that again," she whispered, hands gripping Lucy's shoulders.
Lucy didn't stop to think about it, and likely wouldn't have even if she'd been able to think straight just then, anyway. She leaned up and growled into Amy's ear, "You. Are. Mine."
Amy cried out, shuddering, and clutched tighter at Lucy as she collapsed against her, unable to support her weight any longer. That penetrated the lust-fueled fog around Lucy's mind enough to get her attention, and she had to grin. Evidently Amy had been a lot closer to the edge then she'd thought. Aside from kissing and some friction here and there, Lucy hadn't actually touched her once. Perhaps, past a certain point, she didn't always need to.
She filed that information away for future use, positive that it would one day come in handy.
"Well... That was different," Amy eventually managed to whisper. Scraping her thoughts together, she pushed herself up off her lover on shaky limbs, gave her a ghost of a kiss on the nose, and said, "Close your eyes." Lucy didn't hesitate to do so, and Amy was touched by the trust inherent in that. She moved her bags from the table to the night stand, and rummaged around in one.
Lucy heard plastic rustling, a vaguely triumphant sound from Amy, and some kind of... something being shaken. Before she could get too confused, there was a sort of 'fwooshing' sound, and something cold touched her almost painfully hot nipple, making her yelp in shock, her eyes flying open by sheer reflex.
Amy simply smiled as she placed another dollop of whipped cream on her other breast. "Don't you just love whipped cream?" she asked cheerfully, then lowered her lips to Lucy's breast and began to lick it off.
Lucy had to fight not to squirm at the sensation of Amy's tongue lapping up every bit of cream, but couldn't stop a groan when she began to suck up what she'd missed. After making sure Lucy's chest was spotless, Amy made herself a whipped cream trail that lead from just below there, all the way down Lucy's stomach, and vanished inbetween her thighs. "See, one thing I managed to figure out for myself was just how important taste can be to one's daily life," Amy said conversationally before she began working her way down. Lucy jerked as she hit a ticklish spot on her stomach, but otherwise just moaned loudly and began breathing as heavily as a marathon runner. Amy paused long enough to add, "Sure, it may not be used anywhere as much as sight or even touch, but when it is... Well, you have to stop and pay attention to what it's telling you." She licked a little lower. "I'll let you in on a little secret, though." She looked up and met Lucy's smoldering gaze. "My favorite taste? Has nothing to do with food."
Lucy moaned at that, which swiftly changed to a shout as Amy proceeded to prove what she meant - though she did occasionally pause to add a bit of whipped cream, just because she loved the way Lucy would squirm as she removed every last bit of it.
Lucy was panting heavily, wound tighter then a spring, when Amy stopped and reached over to her bags again. "Now, chocolate syrup is a bit messier - and stickier - then whipped cream, but that just means I'll have to work that much harder to get it off. And hey, it's chocolate." She drizzled some on Lucy's stomach, and amidst much moaning from the brunette, she tried to lick it all off before it could drip down onto her sheets.
She didn't quite succeed in that, but it wasn't for lack of effort.
She set the bottle aside for the moment, then got something else new. "And then there's this, an oldie but a goodie," she said, and this time Lucy jerked noticeably as something very cold brushed over her nipple.
Good Lord. She'd gotten ice cubes, too? "What-" She choked off her words in a strangled gasp as the cube began to wander over her body, leaving a tiny, thin trail of melted water behind it.
She knew how it felt.
"What else... do you have in there?" she managed to ask.
"Hmm?" The cube paused on her navel. "Oh, this and that. Not necessarily related to this sort of thing." The cube resumed its aimless wandering. "I wasn't sure how long we'd last, and didn't want anything to melt while we ignored it," she admitted. "But don't worry, I'm sure what I've got is enough to get my point across."
"Believe me, I'm c-convinced," Lucy stammered. God, she was getting so close...
"But aren't these 'lessons' for my benefit?" Amy asked innocently, before brushing the ice cube past Lucy's clit. The thief jerked in response, groaning loudly. Almost there, Amy decided, setting the cube aside and unscrewing a jar in the bag just long enough to take something out of it, then picking up the whipped cream and chocolate syrup again. "We are making such a mess," she said in a tone that suggested she was more amused then upset by that.
Lucy didn't seem to care at all.
She did care, however, when Amy began liberally spraying whipped cream across her pussylips, added some syrup, and finished it off with what she'd taken from the bag: a bright red cherry.
She dived into her 'Lucy Sundae' with exuberance, and Lucy was thrashing and shouting before she was even halfway finished.
As it turned out, Lucy was a bit sticky afterwards, which necessitated a trip to the shower. And since Amy had made the mess, she naturally volunteered to help scrub Lucy clean.
It was, after all, the only proper thing to do.
"I think you may have to spend the night in my room," Lucy gasped out as Amy's lips attached themselves to her neck.
"Oh, darn," Amy murmured, which Lucy felt more then heard.
"Hope the maids aren't mad at you."
"I hope Max doesn't hear anything about it."
"One of these days, I'm going to have to meet this team of yours," Lucy said. She then gave a rather undignified squeak as Amy nipped at her neck while her hand "accidentally" wandered down between Lucy's legs.
"They can find their own damn girlfriends," Amy said, obviously not completely following the conversation.
Lucy could sympathize. It was getting rather hard for her to keep track of what she'd been saying, herself. "I don't like sharing, in any event," she replied. "I meant what I said, before. You're all mine, now."
Amy gave a delighted purr and smiled. "I meant what I said before, too," she countered before dropping to her knees in the ceramic tub to get a little more of her favorite taste ever.
Lucy ended up having to grab onto the bar for face cloths just so she could remain upright.
It took another twenty minutes for them to actually finish their shower, as prior to that they'd been doing fairly little in the way of actually getting clean. Amy collected a few necessities from her room - though not her uniform, which she wouldn't have been wearing in any event, as the point of the official mission was to avoid being noticed by Lucy and company - made sure she had her comm, then followed Lucy to her room. "I hope these rooms have thick walls," Amy said with a giggle as they settled onto Lucy's bed. They were both fully dressed again, but that was okay now... for a while, anyway.
Honestly, she didn't have the energy for that sort of thing just then, anyway. So she cuddled up against Lucy, who was occasionally plucking a maraschino cherry from the jar Amy had bought, alternately either eating it herself or feeding it to Amy.
"So do I," Lucy agreed. "Don't think I'm quite finished with you just yet, Bradshaw."
"I hope you never are," Amy said before she could think better of it.
Lucy wasn't quite sure how to interpret that, but sensed that pushing for a definition might not be the best idea right now. "Which isn't to say that I don't want to see the sights with you."
"We'll just have to be careful not to be seen by my team or anyone who might tell them about us," Amy declared. She then decided to distract Lucy a bit more, so she plucked the next cherry from Lucy's hand, delicately placed it in her mouth - entirely by accident sensuously sucking on her fingers as she did so, and certainly not having to hide a smile when she caught a faint moan from Lucy - and breaking out a trick that had always managed to wow them in Bobby's fraternity... not that that had been a challenge, but given how much effort she'd put into learning this one... Well, their impressed reactions had always been appreciated.
And she'd usually been drunk enough by then not to get all that offended by anything they said afterwards.
Usually.
Lucy blinked, then grinned when she was presented with the stem of the cherry, tied perfectly in a knot. "Now, why doesn't it surprise me that you can do this?"
"I dunno. Why?" Amy asked impishly.
Lucy brought her face closer to Amy's own and breathed, "Oh, I'm not surprised. I've known all along you had a talented tongue."
Amy hugged Lucy, laughing into her collarbone.
"I'm not kidding," Lucy told her, still grinning.
"I know. And believe me, you're no slouch in that department, yourself."
Lucy was silent for a moment, then replied, "When do you have to check in with your team?"
Oh, she really shouldn't have had the energy for this... "About three hours."
"What, no to-the-minute estimations?"
After a few moments of silence, Amy muttered into Lucy's neck, "Three hours, seven minutes, nineteen seconds. Seventeen. Sixte-"
"Okay, okay, I get it," Lucy interrupted, chuckling. "Be careful what I ask for, gotcha. So... Three hours, hmm? Well, then, I'll try my best to make sure you're awake enough to answer them by then."
"I'm not that tired, Luce," Amy said, even though she knew what Lucy really meant. Didn't that woman's hormones ever shut off?
Hell, for that matter, shouldn't hers switch themselves off at some point?
"Not yet, maybe," Lucy replied with a wicked grin, and Amy swiftly lost track of such pesky little things as logic, reason, and common sense. Because, really, what did they matter when Lucy was kissing her like that?
Clearly, they didn't. Nothing did.
Ah, what am I going to do with those two? *chuckles* Well, if you wanna find out, you'll just have to keep reading Sensory Pleasure, which will be updated before TOO long. ;)
When she got back, she was unsurprised to find Lucy sitting on her bed, flipping through the movie list. "I was wondering when you were going to get back," Lucy remarked as Amy set her bags down on the room's main table. "Where did you- mmmph!" The rest of her sentence was cut off as Amy pushed her flat on the bed, leaned down, and gave her a kiss that seemed to suck every oxygen molecule from her body.
"I see you found the place all right," Amy said breathlessly after she broke off the kiss. "Where are you staying, just out of curiosity? In case we have to dodge my team."
Lucy greedily sucked in more air, then managed to reply, "Uh... just down the hall, actually."
Amy couldn't help but laugh. "Boy, when the guys in the travel department learn how close they were to you and still managed to miss you..."
"Well, I've never credited the government with an overabundance of brains," Lucy replied, then gave her another quick kiss. "With obvious exceptions such as yourself."
Amy smiled. "You don't need to flatter me, Lucy. You're already getting some."
Lucy stared at her for a second, then burst out laughing. "Oh, I missed you!" she said, giving Amy a tight hug.
"Likewise, obviously," Amy replied with a grin, hugging her back before letting go and getting up from the bed. "To answer your question, though, I was doing a little grocery shopping. I needed some supplies."
Leaning up on one elbow, Lucy raised an eyebrow. "Supplies for what?"
Amy gave her a pixish smile. "Oh, just a little surprise..."
Lucy's eyes widened. "Oh, really?"
"What?" Amy asked innocently. "You thought you were the only one who could surprise people?"
"No..." Though she hadn't expected Amy to try something like this. At least, not so soon. Perhaps she should have, though. After all, Amy was a damn quick study.
"Good. And we'll get to that in a minute," she said, taking off her shoes, then getting back on the bed and straddling her lover. Before Lucy could ask what that meant, Amy was kissing her again.
It was rather amazing, really, just how easily that could make her lose track of whatever she'd been thinking... and just about everything else, too. Everything but Amy's lips pressing against hers, Amy's tongue sliding sinuously against her own, her fingers tangling in Amy's hair, and the moaning sound Amy was making in the back of her throat. That sound, she decided, could potentially drive her insane one day. It dove right through all of her defenses, generating a tidal wave of lust that washed away any kind of coherent thought.
If asked, she wouldn't be able to explain just what it was about Amy that got to her like that. All she knew was that she'd never, ever experienced anything like this. Clothes were discarded without a second thought - or a first, really; though, Lucy had to admit, she did take a certain pleasure out of all but tearing off Amy's DEBS uniform - bare flesh rubbed against bare flesh, all but setting the bed ablaze with the heat generated by the friction, and still it wasn't enough. She wanted Amy closer, even though there was no 'closer'.
This was insane.
But she thought she might die if it stopped.
Amy proved her wrong, though, when she broke the kiss and made an effort to pull back. "Okay," she gasped out. "This... this isn't going... quite the way I had planned..."
"We can get to that later," Lucy told her, voice pitched low enough to be called a seductive growl. Amy gave a little shiver of delight, which did not escape her attention. "All I want right now is you, here. With me. I want to touch you, I want to taste you, and I want to drive you out of your mind with pleasure. I want to make you mine. Because that's what you are, you know. Mine."
Amy whimpered softly, all but tapping out her surrender. "Say that again," she whispered, hands gripping Lucy's shoulders.
Lucy didn't stop to think about it, and likely wouldn't have even if she'd been able to think straight just then, anyway. She leaned up and growled into Amy's ear, "You. Are. Mine."
Amy cried out, shuddering, and clutched tighter at Lucy as she collapsed against her, unable to support her weight any longer. That penetrated the lust-fueled fog around Lucy's mind enough to get her attention, and she had to grin. Evidently Amy had been a lot closer to the edge then she'd thought. Aside from kissing and some friction here and there, Lucy hadn't actually touched her once. Perhaps, past a certain point, she didn't always need to.
She filed that information away for future use, positive that it would one day come in handy.
"Well... That was different," Amy eventually managed to whisper. Scraping her thoughts together, she pushed herself up off her lover on shaky limbs, gave her a ghost of a kiss on the nose, and said, "Close your eyes." Lucy didn't hesitate to do so, and Amy was touched by the trust inherent in that. She moved her bags from the table to the night stand, and rummaged around in one.
Lucy heard plastic rustling, a vaguely triumphant sound from Amy, and some kind of... something being shaken. Before she could get too confused, there was a sort of 'fwooshing' sound, and something cold touched her almost painfully hot nipple, making her yelp in shock, her eyes flying open by sheer reflex.
Amy simply smiled as she placed another dollop of whipped cream on her other breast. "Don't you just love whipped cream?" she asked cheerfully, then lowered her lips to Lucy's breast and began to lick it off.
Lucy had to fight not to squirm at the sensation of Amy's tongue lapping up every bit of cream, but couldn't stop a groan when she began to suck up what she'd missed. After making sure Lucy's chest was spotless, Amy made herself a whipped cream trail that lead from just below there, all the way down Lucy's stomach, and vanished inbetween her thighs. "See, one thing I managed to figure out for myself was just how important taste can be to one's daily life," Amy said conversationally before she began working her way down. Lucy jerked as she hit a ticklish spot on her stomach, but otherwise just moaned loudly and began breathing as heavily as a marathon runner. Amy paused long enough to add, "Sure, it may not be used anywhere as much as sight or even touch, but when it is... Well, you have to stop and pay attention to what it's telling you." She licked a little lower. "I'll let you in on a little secret, though." She looked up and met Lucy's smoldering gaze. "My favorite taste? Has nothing to do with food."
Lucy moaned at that, which swiftly changed to a shout as Amy proceeded to prove what she meant - though she did occasionally pause to add a bit of whipped cream, just because she loved the way Lucy would squirm as she removed every last bit of it.
Lucy was panting heavily, wound tighter then a spring, when Amy stopped and reached over to her bags again. "Now, chocolate syrup is a bit messier - and stickier - then whipped cream, but that just means I'll have to work that much harder to get it off. And hey, it's chocolate." She drizzled some on Lucy's stomach, and amidst much moaning from the brunette, she tried to lick it all off before it could drip down onto her sheets.
She didn't quite succeed in that, but it wasn't for lack of effort.
She set the bottle aside for the moment, then got something else new. "And then there's this, an oldie but a goodie," she said, and this time Lucy jerked noticeably as something very cold brushed over her nipple.
Good Lord. She'd gotten ice cubes, too? "What-" She choked off her words in a strangled gasp as the cube began to wander over her body, leaving a tiny, thin trail of melted water behind it.
She knew how it felt.
"What else... do you have in there?" she managed to ask.
"Hmm?" The cube paused on her navel. "Oh, this and that. Not necessarily related to this sort of thing." The cube resumed its aimless wandering. "I wasn't sure how long we'd last, and didn't want anything to melt while we ignored it," she admitted. "But don't worry, I'm sure what I've got is enough to get my point across."
"Believe me, I'm c-convinced," Lucy stammered. God, she was getting so close...
"But aren't these 'lessons' for my benefit?" Amy asked innocently, before brushing the ice cube past Lucy's clit. The thief jerked in response, groaning loudly. Almost there, Amy decided, setting the cube aside and unscrewing a jar in the bag just long enough to take something out of it, then picking up the whipped cream and chocolate syrup again. "We are making such a mess," she said in a tone that suggested she was more amused then upset by that.
Lucy didn't seem to care at all.
She did care, however, when Amy began liberally spraying whipped cream across her pussylips, added some syrup, and finished it off with what she'd taken from the bag: a bright red cherry.
She dived into her 'Lucy Sundae' with exuberance, and Lucy was thrashing and shouting before she was even halfway finished.
As it turned out, Lucy was a bit sticky afterwards, which necessitated a trip to the shower. And since Amy had made the mess, she naturally volunteered to help scrub Lucy clean.
It was, after all, the only proper thing to do.
"I think you may have to spend the night in my room," Lucy gasped out as Amy's lips attached themselves to her neck.
"Oh, darn," Amy murmured, which Lucy felt more then heard.
"Hope the maids aren't mad at you."
"I hope Max doesn't hear anything about it."
"One of these days, I'm going to have to meet this team of yours," Lucy said. She then gave a rather undignified squeak as Amy nipped at her neck while her hand "accidentally" wandered down between Lucy's legs.
"They can find their own damn girlfriends," Amy said, obviously not completely following the conversation.
Lucy could sympathize. It was getting rather hard for her to keep track of what she'd been saying, herself. "I don't like sharing, in any event," she replied. "I meant what I said, before. You're all mine, now."
Amy gave a delighted purr and smiled. "I meant what I said before, too," she countered before dropping to her knees in the ceramic tub to get a little more of her favorite taste ever.
Lucy ended up having to grab onto the bar for face cloths just so she could remain upright.
It took another twenty minutes for them to actually finish their shower, as prior to that they'd been doing fairly little in the way of actually getting clean. Amy collected a few necessities from her room - though not her uniform, which she wouldn't have been wearing in any event, as the point of the official mission was to avoid being noticed by Lucy and company - made sure she had her comm, then followed Lucy to her room. "I hope these rooms have thick walls," Amy said with a giggle as they settled onto Lucy's bed. They were both fully dressed again, but that was okay now... for a while, anyway.
Honestly, she didn't have the energy for that sort of thing just then, anyway. So she cuddled up against Lucy, who was occasionally plucking a maraschino cherry from the jar Amy had bought, alternately either eating it herself or feeding it to Amy.
"So do I," Lucy agreed. "Don't think I'm quite finished with you just yet, Bradshaw."
"I hope you never are," Amy said before she could think better of it.
Lucy wasn't quite sure how to interpret that, but sensed that pushing for a definition might not be the best idea right now. "Which isn't to say that I don't want to see the sights with you."
"We'll just have to be careful not to be seen by my team or anyone who might tell them about us," Amy declared. She then decided to distract Lucy a bit more, so she plucked the next cherry from Lucy's hand, delicately placed it in her mouth - entirely by accident sensuously sucking on her fingers as she did so, and certainly not having to hide a smile when she caught a faint moan from Lucy - and breaking out a trick that had always managed to wow them in Bobby's fraternity... not that that had been a challenge, but given how much effort she'd put into learning this one... Well, their impressed reactions had always been appreciated.
And she'd usually been drunk enough by then not to get all that offended by anything they said afterwards.
Usually.
Lucy blinked, then grinned when she was presented with the stem of the cherry, tied perfectly in a knot. "Now, why doesn't it surprise me that you can do this?"
"I dunno. Why?" Amy asked impishly.
Lucy brought her face closer to Amy's own and breathed, "Oh, I'm not surprised. I've known all along you had a talented tongue."
Amy hugged Lucy, laughing into her collarbone.
"I'm not kidding," Lucy told her, still grinning.
"I know. And believe me, you're no slouch in that department, yourself."
Lucy was silent for a moment, then replied, "When do you have to check in with your team?"
Oh, she really shouldn't have had the energy for this... "About three hours."
"What, no to-the-minute estimations?"
After a few moments of silence, Amy muttered into Lucy's neck, "Three hours, seven minutes, nineteen seconds. Seventeen. Sixte-"
"Okay, okay, I get it," Lucy interrupted, chuckling. "Be careful what I ask for, gotcha. So... Three hours, hmm? Well, then, I'll try my best to make sure you're awake enough to answer them by then."
"I'm not that tired, Luce," Amy said, even though she knew what Lucy really meant. Didn't that woman's hormones ever shut off?
Hell, for that matter, shouldn't hers switch themselves off at some point?
"Not yet, maybe," Lucy replied with a wicked grin, and Amy swiftly lost track of such pesky little things as logic, reason, and common sense. Because, really, what did they matter when Lucy was kissing her like that?
Clearly, they didn't. Nothing did.
Ah, what am I going to do with those two? *chuckles* Well, if you wanna find out, you'll just have to keep reading Sensory Pleasure, which will be updated before TOO long. ;)