Fic: what's my motivation? (Genevieve/Katie, NC-17)
Another repost for archiving purposes, my apologies!
Title: what's my motivation?
Pairing: Genevieve/Katie Cassidy
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1500
Summary: Obviously, Ruby is a lesbian. Obviously. (Originally here.)
It only takes six tequila shooters apiece for them to realise that, obviously, Ruby is a lesbian.
The Sam thing is a front. Ruby's nothing if not dedicated, willing to go to any lengths to further her cause, and it isn't like there's not a professional thrill to be found in bedding the Boy King, all six and a half lithe, well-meaning feet of him. The Sam thing is perfectly in character.
It's just that, when she's on her own time, what Ruby prefers is this: warm curves under her palms, smooth skin against hers when she licks her way into a kiss. Gen sees it so clearly now, on her back in Katie's soon-to-be-vacated trailer with Katie leaning over her, the folds of her dress rucked up around her waist. Katie's all ivory and gold, her long thighs warm under Gen's investigatory hands, and Ruby would be stupid not to want this - not to want Katie. She's naked under her dress, panties kicked away somewhere around the third dare, and Gen can smell the earthy scent of her cunt, caught a glimpse of its slickness by the overhead light when she threw one leg over Gen's body. Gen wants to taste her, the base of her jaw aching with the craving, and obviously a girl like Ruby, who knows what she wants and goes for it, would be between her legs by now.
Gen doesn't quite have the swing of Ruby yet, but she's getting there.
Katie's nipping a hot line of kisses, all teeth and tongue, up towards Gen's ear when Gen lets her palm drift upward, sliding up the inside of Katie's thigh until her thumb brushes her outer labia. Katie stiffens above her, catching her breath, and the sound is emboldening. Gen bites her lip on a slow roll of heat and draws two fingers up over her pussy, gently, waiting for it to open for her, pull her into its slickness.
"Nngh," Katie breathes against the side of Gen's throat. She shifts a little, rubbing herself wetly against Gen's questing fingers and, fuck, there she is, hot-slick swimming as Gen sinks into her.
"God, you're wet," Gen breathes, almost reverently. She doesn't mean to, but she's reached that stage of drunkenness where her mind and her mouth have achieved some level of disconnect, and stuff just - comes out. Her fingers work a little lower, find the entrance to Katie's cunt and push smoothly into it, two at once. Katie full-on moans above her, presses into the touch, and Gen whimpers. Her own dress is sticking to her back, damp at the base of her spine. She wants, with a sudden, visceral wanting, to be naked, the shitty air-con licking over the hottest parts of her body, peaking her nipples and caressing her where she's wet, down between her legs. She fucks her fingers deeper; draws them out and circles the wetness around Katie's clit, and Katie moans again, bites down on Gen's neck to muffle it.
"Fuck," Gen groans, bucking her hips up, but there's nothing to fuck against, not with Katie's back arched, cat-like, and her cunt wet against Gen's hand. She shifts on the couch, uncomfortable. "Fuck, Katie, wanna suck you."
She wouldn't normally be so forthright, but again: drunk. Stuff just comes out. And maybe she can pretend some of it's character bleed, and be proud of herself.
Katie, quite evidently, doesn't give a fuck how forthright she is, or why. She hisses through her teeth, bucks down against Gen's hand. "Jesus Christ," she says, voice breaking with it. "Yeah, I - fuck, hang on. Yeah."
When she sits back on her haunches, Gen feels her absence viscerally, but she feels the clinging heat of her dress more, now that Katie's own body heat is out of the equation. She squirms on the couch, unzips and tugs, and then the dress is on the floor and she's naked to the waist, grateful that a bra just wouldn't fit under the fucking thing.
"Oh, God," Katie says, pausing in the act of moving forward again. Gen feels her stomach dip hotly, arousal and something like pride making her clit swell, making her slick. Katie's staring down at her with unabashed admiration, both hands sliding up over her stomach, cradling her breasts, and Gen arches her back a little, whimpers as Katie's hands brush the nubs of her nipples.
Katie seems to remember herself after a minute, starts knee-walking up Gen's body slowly, and Gen presses her thighs together against the rush of heat in her groin, feels her panties getting wet. God, she wants this; it's been too fucking long and Katie's so beautiful, the long line of her body near-blinding to look up at, her pussy pink and wet as she shifts to straddle Gen's face.
"God," Gen whimpers; cranes her head upward to lick at the slit, hands sliding up the back of Katie's thighs to grip her ass and pull her closer. Katie's hips stutter forward involuntarily, and she leans over Gen's head to grip the arm of the couch.
"Oh my God," she breathes, "shit, Gen, oh my God."
Gen would have said something, but then Katie's pushing down against her face, and she doesn't actually want to waste her energy talking after that, even if she could. Katie's so wet, tastes so fucking good, and Gen licks her all over - licks up between her folds, finds the blazing heat of her cunt and fucks her tongue into it in short, stabbing little pushes. Above her, Katie moans, rolls her hips, and Gen only grips her harder, pulls her closer; licks a wet line up from cunt to clit and then sucks there, first wide and then direct until she hears Katie cry out.
She'd normally take more time than this, maybe, but they're both drunk and desperate and Katie's already shifting over her, grinding down against Gen's face like she's forgotten it isn't polite. Gen doesn't care, doesn't give a fuck about politeness when she's got all this under her mouth, the hard, swollen nub of Katie's clit and her cunt grasping around Gen's fingers when she works them back in, fucking up shallowly.
"Shit," Katie keens, fucking keens, "shit, Gen!" Her pelvis moves in frenetic figures of eight against Gen's face, smearing her slickness everywhere, and it's exactly what Gen wanted, exactly what Ruby would want, Gen knows already. She moans a little, the vibrations going right to Katie's clit, and crooks her fingers upward as she flicks her tongue and sucks; fucks up deep.
Katie's been close since before this started, and it doesn't take much before she starts to shudder, her thighs going tight around Gen's head as Gen nuzzles her, groaning around her clit. Her cunt moves rhythmically around Gen's fingers as she comes, crying out something wordless as she fucks down against Gen's face, and her wetness is everywhere, everywhere, all over Gen's face, smearing over her chin. She's going to be smelling it for hours, she thinks to herself as Katie finally jerks away, clit suddenly far too sensitive to be touched. The thought makes Gen moan, one hand snaking down between her legs, shoving into her panties to find her own clit.
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."
Obviously, Ruby is a lesbian. Obviously.
Title: what's my motivation?
Pairing: Genevieve/Katie Cassidy
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1500
Summary: Obviously, Ruby is a lesbian. Obviously. (Originally here.)
It only takes six tequila shooters apiece for them to realise that, obviously, Ruby is a lesbian.
The Sam thing is a front. Ruby's nothing if not dedicated, willing to go to any lengths to further her cause, and it isn't like there's not a professional thrill to be found in bedding the Boy King, all six and a half lithe, well-meaning feet of him. The Sam thing is perfectly in character.
It's just that, when she's on her own time, what Ruby prefers is this: warm curves under her palms, smooth skin against hers when she licks her way into a kiss. Gen sees it so clearly now, on her back in Katie's soon-to-be-vacated trailer with Katie leaning over her, the folds of her dress rucked up around her waist. Katie's all ivory and gold, her long thighs warm under Gen's investigatory hands, and Ruby would be stupid not to want this - not to want Katie. She's naked under her dress, panties kicked away somewhere around the third dare, and Gen can smell the earthy scent of her cunt, caught a glimpse of its slickness by the overhead light when she threw one leg over Gen's body. Gen wants to taste her, the base of her jaw aching with the craving, and obviously a girl like Ruby, who knows what she wants and goes for it, would be between her legs by now.
Gen doesn't quite have the swing of Ruby yet, but she's getting there.
Katie's nipping a hot line of kisses, all teeth and tongue, up towards Gen's ear when Gen lets her palm drift upward, sliding up the inside of Katie's thigh until her thumb brushes her outer labia. Katie stiffens above her, catching her breath, and the sound is emboldening. Gen bites her lip on a slow roll of heat and draws two fingers up over her pussy, gently, waiting for it to open for her, pull her into its slickness.
"Nngh," Katie breathes against the side of Gen's throat. She shifts a little, rubbing herself wetly against Gen's questing fingers and, fuck, there she is, hot-slick swimming as Gen sinks into her.
"God, you're wet," Gen breathes, almost reverently. She doesn't mean to, but she's reached that stage of drunkenness where her mind and her mouth have achieved some level of disconnect, and stuff just - comes out. Her fingers work a little lower, find the entrance to Katie's cunt and push smoothly into it, two at once. Katie full-on moans above her, presses into the touch, and Gen whimpers. Her own dress is sticking to her back, damp at the base of her spine. She wants, with a sudden, visceral wanting, to be naked, the shitty air-con licking over the hottest parts of her body, peaking her nipples and caressing her where she's wet, down between her legs. She fucks her fingers deeper; draws them out and circles the wetness around Katie's clit, and Katie moans again, bites down on Gen's neck to muffle it.
"Fuck," Gen groans, bucking her hips up, but there's nothing to fuck against, not with Katie's back arched, cat-like, and her cunt wet against Gen's hand. She shifts on the couch, uncomfortable. "Fuck, Katie, wanna suck you."
She wouldn't normally be so forthright, but again: drunk. Stuff just comes out. And maybe she can pretend some of it's character bleed, and be proud of herself.
Katie, quite evidently, doesn't give a fuck how forthright she is, or why. She hisses through her teeth, bucks down against Gen's hand. "Jesus Christ," she says, voice breaking with it. "Yeah, I - fuck, hang on. Yeah."
When she sits back on her haunches, Gen feels her absence viscerally, but she feels the clinging heat of her dress more, now that Katie's own body heat is out of the equation. She squirms on the couch, unzips and tugs, and then the dress is on the floor and she's naked to the waist, grateful that a bra just wouldn't fit under the fucking thing.
"Oh, God," Katie says, pausing in the act of moving forward again. Gen feels her stomach dip hotly, arousal and something like pride making her clit swell, making her slick. Katie's staring down at her with unabashed admiration, both hands sliding up over her stomach, cradling her breasts, and Gen arches her back a little, whimpers as Katie's hands brush the nubs of her nipples.
Katie seems to remember herself after a minute, starts knee-walking up Gen's body slowly, and Gen presses her thighs together against the rush of heat in her groin, feels her panties getting wet. God, she wants this; it's been too fucking long and Katie's so beautiful, the long line of her body near-blinding to look up at, her pussy pink and wet as she shifts to straddle Gen's face.
"God," Gen whimpers; cranes her head upward to lick at the slit, hands sliding up the back of Katie's thighs to grip her ass and pull her closer. Katie's hips stutter forward involuntarily, and she leans over Gen's head to grip the arm of the couch.
"Oh my God," she breathes, "shit, Gen, oh my God."
Gen would have said something, but then Katie's pushing down against her face, and she doesn't actually want to waste her energy talking after that, even if she could. Katie's so wet, tastes so fucking good, and Gen licks her all over - licks up between her folds, finds the blazing heat of her cunt and fucks her tongue into it in short, stabbing little pushes. Above her, Katie moans, rolls her hips, and Gen only grips her harder, pulls her closer; licks a wet line up from cunt to clit and then sucks there, first wide and then direct until she hears Katie cry out.
She'd normally take more time than this, maybe, but they're both drunk and desperate and Katie's already shifting over her, grinding down against Gen's face like she's forgotten it isn't polite. Gen doesn't care, doesn't give a fuck about politeness when she's got all this under her mouth, the hard, swollen nub of Katie's clit and her cunt grasping around Gen's fingers when she works them back in, fucking up shallowly.
"Shit," Katie keens, fucking keens, "shit, Gen!" Her pelvis moves in frenetic figures of eight against Gen's face, smearing her slickness everywhere, and it's exactly what Gen wanted, exactly what Ruby would want, Gen knows already. She moans a little, the vibrations going right to Katie's clit, and crooks her fingers upward as she flicks her tongue and sucks; fucks up deep.
Katie's been close since before this started, and it doesn't take much before she starts to shudder, her thighs going tight around Gen's head as Gen nuzzles her, groaning around her clit. Her cunt moves rhythmically around Gen's fingers as she comes, crying out something wordless as she fucks down against Gen's face, and her wetness is everywhere, everywhere, all over Gen's face, smearing over her chin. She's going to be smelling it for hours, she thinks to herself as Katie finally jerks away, clit suddenly far too sensitive to be touched. The thought makes Gen moan, one hand snaking down between her legs, shoving into her panties to find her own clit.
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."
Obviously, Ruby is a lesbian. Obviously.