Fill: what's my motivation? [3/3]obstinatrixApril 23 2011, 22:41:26 UTC
She's panting, shifting, before Katie pulls herself together enough to press a hand down over hers, shove it aside. "Let me," she murmurs, two fingers finding Gen's clit and drawing little circles, and Gen can only moan and let her head fall back, hips jerking up against Katie's clever fingers.
She's done this before, Gen already knows, but something about the way she works is so unerring that Gen almost wonders if she's done Gen before and they both somehow managed to forget. God, it's good, or maybe they're both just drunk and hot and want this too much, but suddenly she's right there on the edge of the abyss and Katie's taking her over, dipping into her cunt and then shifting up to circle her clit, direct and hard and perfect.
"Fuck," Gen groans out, "Fuck! Jesus!" and then she's coming, clutching at Katie's arms, at her breasts under the dress, writhing against the beat-up old couch underneath them.
Katie, as if from a great distance, laughs pleasedly, and then looms suddenly close to press a kiss to Gen's mouth.
There's something particularly awesome about post-coital kisses, the way mouths cling slackly and tongues move all lazy, and Gen lets herself get lost in this one, her clean hand weaving into Katie's hair. By the time they're done, they've both stopped shaking, but Katie still looks debauched, hot and half-dressed and undone. Demonic.
Katie smiles at her, slow. Then she says, almost like she knew what Gen was thinking, "So that's our character motivation. Yeah?"
"Mmm," Gen agrees, languid and warm, body still buzzing from the endorphin rush. "Fuck, yeah."
She's done this before, Gen already knows, but something about the way she works is so unerring that Gen almost wonders if she's done Gen before and they both somehow managed to forget. God, it's good, or maybe they're both just drunk and hot and want this too much, but suddenly she's right there on the edge of the abyss and Katie's taking her over, dipping into her cunt and then shifting up to circle her clit, direct and hard and perfect.
"Fuck," Gen groans out, "Fuck! Jesus!" and then she's coming, clutching at Katie's arms, at her breasts under the dress, writhing against the beat-up old couch underneath them.
Katie, as if from a great distance, laughs pleasedly, and then looms suddenly close to press a kiss to Gen's mouth.
There's something particularly awesome about post-coital kisses, the way mouths cling slackly and tongues move all lazy, and Gen lets herself get lost in this one, her clean hand weaving into Katie's hair. By the time they're done, they've both stopped shaking, but Katie still looks debauched, hot and half-dressed and undone. Demonic.
Katie smiles at her, slow. Then she says, almost like she knew what Gen was thinking, "So that's our character motivation. Yeah?"
"Mmm," Gen agrees, languid and warm, body still buzzing from the endorphin rush. "Fuck, yeah."
Obviously, Ruby is a lesbian. Obviously.
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In other incredibly obvious news: this is not my Shakespeare reading.
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I am greatly enjoying being a terrible person this weekend.
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Love the premise, love the hotness ;D
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Thank you!
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