FF: CSI and CSI Miami crossover, Cities of Sin saga. Sara/Sofia/Calleigh/Natalia
Okay, the story, she is finished! Magnifico! Anyway, this is the last chapter of the Cities of Sin, which was a lot of fun for me. This last chapter grew very long and involved, forcing me to just wrap the damn thing up! *grins *
Warnings for kinkiness involving multiple partners and much frivolous bonding, so beware!
Sequel to 'Cities of Sin', http://shatterpath.livejournal.com/64419.html and the companion fics of 'Back Home to You' http://shatterpath.livejournal.com/66473.html and 'Gravitational Flirting' http://shatterpath.livejournal.com/67634.html
I hope this was a fun ride for everyone!
++ Sara ++
I've jumped many of the hurdles that have cropped up with my new relationship. Some of them were easy and some of them were ugly. Remembering a couple of rows that would have scared off a lesser being, I lean my head down just a bit to nuzzle at the blonde hair of my lover.
My lover.
I still get chills when I think of the changes this woman has wrought on my life. The loneliness is no longer a stone around my neck. It hovers close, frightening me sometimes, but the other shoe has not dropped and my fears generally remain like wolves at the edge of the firelight.
"Come sit with me, sweetie," Sofia finally groans around the fatigue and stiffness in her body. It has been a long few days and we are more than ready for a week of vacation. Frankly, I can't wait to get Sofia into a hot bath and a soft bed. However, we have guests coming in and we must wait.
Crowd sounds wake us from our doze and we both reflexively check that none of our things are missing. When our eyes meet, we giggle and stand to stretch out stiff muscles.
The attack comes out of nowhere.
With a girlish squeal of delight, a woman in white with long blonde hair streaks out of the crowd and nearly knocks Sofia ass over teakettle with her enthusiasm. It's like watching an overenthusiastic golden retriever greeting a favored human. Thoroughly amused and faintly jealous, I watch Sofia awkwardly take the charge, spinning the small woman in a half circle.
From the crowd steps a striking brunette with what I bet is a match to the amused smirk on my face. The blondes are talking rapidly at one another and the accent is pretty much exactly what Sofia described.
"And you're Sara!" Calleigh Duquesne's accented voice makes me look away from the approaching brunette to meet sparkling hazel-green eyes. "I've been dying to meet you."
"Likewise," I smile, liking this woman's open friendliness that somehow remains within tolerance levels to my still-prickly personal boundaries. The other brunette, hair lighter and skin darker than mine, has reached us and is immediately wrapped in a half-hug by her small companion.
"Sofia, Sara, this is Natalia Boa Vista."
++ Natalia ++
Honestly, I'm completely clueless where the perversity comes from, but still holding Sara's hand, I grin somewhat suggestively at Sofia. "I see your good looks have returned." Then, to wipe away that startled and growing green-eyed monster in the brown gaze, I turn the smile to Sara. "And I can see why she was, and obviously is, so into you. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sara."
That pleases the woman, turning up the corners of her serious mouth, and a shy grin is flashed at Sofia, who looks completely pleased. "Glad I let her catch me. Good to meet you both and welcome to Las Vegas."
Chuckling with pleasure, Calleigh links arms with Sofia and myself, leaving me to hook in Sara with a smile. We must be quite the sight. "Sorry about Calleigh's somewhat spastic enthusiasm," I speak casually to Sara, delighted that I can make her smile. "She's been as excited as a four-year-old on Christmas morning. This is a ridiculously long vacation for us."
"I can understand that," Sara agrees easily, beginning to relax in my loose hold on the crook of her arm. "A whole week? It's sinful."
"Later, baby," Sofia chimes in and we all laugh good-naturedly. Even the interminable wait at the luggage carousel passes with much laughter and chatter. For whatever reason, I seem to have attached myself to Sara and right now we're sitting side by side, watching our blondes.
"Should I be jealous?" Sara says out of the blue and I recognize the faint thrum of seriousness beneath the humor. It actually startles me a bit, as Sofia is so obviously smitten with the enigmatic woman. We've been making pals long distance for months now and I already know quite a lot about her.
"No," sounds more startled than I meant and she looks sharply at me. "Sofia is nuts about you. I just think…" It's a thought I've tried to put into words before and never really managed to my satisfaction. "They have a different bond. I think they have more in common then we have with them. Does that make any sense?" Now Sara is focused on me, curious and attentive. "We're all cops of one shade or another, but they've been at it longer. They've been through more on the job, both with a gun or evidence collection."
"Huh," Sara says thoughtfully to herself, eyeing Sofia and Calleigh. "And they were first, however briefly." There's no tension in her tone now and I'm relieved that is at least one thing that seems to be a non-issue.
++ Sofia ++
I was aware of the hot, jealous glower in my back a few times at the luggage carousel. But Sara allows me to grab her at the truck, pressing her slim body to the cool metal and drink in her kisses. That bond reestablished, we are on our way, ignoring our visitor's snickers.
The place we're headed for is one of a kind. An invite only resort nestled in at the edge of Lake Mead with some fabulous amenities and a beautiful view of the stark beauty around us. It's not a long drive and Sara amuses me by keeping herself twisted around most of the drive to chat with Cal and Natalia, playing the nickel-tour guide. Doubly amusing is that locations are intertwined with cases in her memories, no surprise there, and that our guests drink it up.
Even with all of the city and suburb expansion, as we grow closer to the lake, inky darkness swallows us up. It is a moonless night, even the stars dulled by high clouds and the fight between the cool air and the warm earth. The further we drive, the less traffic there is and Natalia finally sighs wistfully, "it's so beautiful here."
In the corner of my eye, I see Sara's warm grin and I can't help but echo the expression as she curls her hand around the curve of my thigh. My smile deepens when she even goes so far as to lean over and plant a little kiss on my cheekbone. These rare kind of spontaneous displays are for me and me alone and are very precious. A glance in the review mirror shows Calleigh cuddled up to Natalia as they both stare out at the dimly lit desert.
Thankfully, I have been to the compound, because it's a bitch to find the tiny road, especially in the dark. It's a gravel strip barely wide enough for two cars, flanked by simple brick columns and wedged in between enormous arborvitae shrubs in their natural sloppy conical shape. The mailbox flashes on one column and the address on the other as I turn onto the night-black lane.
"Are you sure this is the right place?" Sara questions warily and I chuckle.
"Trust me, sweetie, this is it. I had a case here months ago and it took me several passes to find it." There's no response from the backseat and I guess that the Miami girls have dozed off. The lane may be gravel, but it is as firm and smooth as concrete, which Sara marvels at. "The owners told me that they got the idea from a trip to Alaska. They mix, I think lime, with the gravel and it acts just like concrete, but washes out with time. They fix the thing every few months, but it lets water through to the ground below." Grinning at Sara, who's listening carefully to me because I haven't had the time to tell her much about this place, I continue. "They're big time Greenies. It's pretty cool actually. Grow their own food, trade for what they need and so on. You'll like them."
As we top the rise, I stop the car to take in the view. Startling awake, Calleigh and Natalia stop their mumbling as we all took in the site. Far below us lay the vast expanse of Lake Mead, eerily reflecting the faint starlight. At its shore lay a collection of buildings gleaming with points of friendly yellow light. Tiny landscape lights at the edges of the road lead us safely through the dark and we arrive in short order.
"Sofia!" Booms the voice I've been expecting as I open the door and stiffly climb out. Gathering my much, much smaller frame in a crushing bear hug, I get the breath squeezed out of me before I'm dropped back onto my feet. "How the hell have you been? 'Bout damn time you dragged your ass out here for some R&R."
++ Calleigh ++
She is an enormous woman, standing what seems like a foot taller than my small stature and built like a semi-truck. Sofia grins like a kid where she is unceremoniously tucked under one thick arm. "Guys, this is Karl Meyer and her partner is EJ Dell."
One big paw is held out to Natalia, who gamely takes it and smiles warmly. Before she can speak, Karl jumps in again with her big, friendly voice, "and you must be Sara! Pleased to meet…" Our expressions have obviously registered, because the big woman trails off and gives Sofia a wry look. "Put my foot in it again, eh?"
"Quite," Sofia deadpans and ducks away to pull Sara into a half hug. "This is Sara." Karl has yet to release my lover's hand and turns her gaze away from the natives to smile warmly.
"Sorry, pretty girl. Karl Meyer, pleased to meet you."
"Natalia Boa Vista. This is a beautiful place, what I've seen of it."
"Oh, you'll see more, I assure you. Who're your lovely shadow?"
Rather than take Natalia's offered hand, I instead tuck myself beneath that arm and cuddle into her side where I belong and offer my hand. "Calleigh Duquesne. Pleased to meet you, Karl."
"Ah, you both have the looks, and in your case the lovely accent, to match your exotic names! Welcome to the Dog House. Mi casa, su casa."
The sweeping gesture to the big building behind us draws our eye to the heavy-looking walls that appear to be thick adobe or something similar. From the great doors at the entrance steps another woman, small, round and with a friendly smile that puts all at ease. "Stop scaring the guests, Doggie," she admonishes in a tone that matches the smile.
This is EJ Dell and introductions are once more traded as a pair of healthy-looking young people trot out to the car and attack our piles of luggage. I'm startled by their unorthodox appearance, the young woman with her dyed blue hair and Goth makeup and the young man with tattoos and facial piercing. But I am distracted away from them by two announcements I've been dying to hear.
"Well, you four have probably had a long day and you look tired," EJ announces as we move to follow our luggage. "Do you need something to eat? Maybe a nightcap? Or just your rooms?"
Amusingly, it's Sara's stomach that makes the decision for us.
++ Sara ++
The horrible noise that growls its way out of my gut makes everyone chortle, but not unkindly. We are escorted to a warmly decorated dining room that might sit fifty at full capacity, but I'm not entirely certain. Karl shoos EJ off to sit with us and heads to a long, low counter.
"This room is beautiful," Natalia comments as she wiggles herself into the overstuffed banquette and throws an arm around Calleigh's shoulders. "And the décor is something else."
Indeed, it is. There are influences from all sorts of backgrounds, along with a few I cannot even guess at. While EJ regales us with the basics of the room, I cuddle into Sofia's arm, returning her affectionate smile. This place feels safe with no prying eyes to wonder at our recent closeness, no one to make judgments or hurt us because of our love.
Fairly quickly, Karl returns with a stack of plates in one hand, the top one piled with plain old sandwiches, and a second, single plate that she gently sets in front of me. "Vegetarian," she chuckles and flashes Sofia a cheeky grin. "See? I listen." While EJ distributes plates to the others, Karl points to the various sandwiches, naming them, "egg salad, roast beef, turkey and chicken salad. Dig in. Anyone for some water or a glass of wine?"
There are tasty sprouts, grilled portabella mushrooms, lettuce, tomato, a tangy dressing and something crunchy I think might be pine nuts confined between two squishy slices of French bread. Humming happily, I tear into the thing and my stomach quiets. Several bottles of wine with colorful stoppers and six goblets have appeared during my food zone-out and I explore the labels. Not wanting to pour from each bottle, and knowing squat about wine, I defer to Calleigh's judgment and the offer to taste both from her glass as well as Natalia's. Then Karl offers her white, explaining that it’s a dessert wine and I might like it.
Blown away by the sweet, complex flavor, I go for the bottle marked 'muscato' and I'm good for the night.
Not so long ago, this kind of peaceful tranquility would have been utterly foreign to me. Particularly in a group of complete strangers! But here I am, leaning happily on Sofia's shoulder and following along, even periodically joining in.
But one too many yawns finally makes me grab Sofia's glass as it tips dangerously. "Okay, detective," I tease, "time for bed." That's the signal for the night to end and Karl leads the four of us down a long hallway and up a flight of roughly carved stairs.
"Here you are," she says and opens a set of double doors with a flourish. Later, I will ogle the simple yet opulent living space, but right now I'm just too damn tired. There is a bedroom on either side of the big central space and Karl laughs evilly as she shows us the doors and explains the unusually thick walls of the building. "This is a straw bale home and the doors are insulated reclaimed wood. So the soundproofing is nearly impenetrable. Enjoy yourselves!"
So we separate with mumbled 'goodnights' and I manage to force Sofia to brush her teeth beside me before we strip naked and fall into the big bed.
++ Natalia ++
Grumbling irritably, Calleigh squirms around to bury her face into the crook of my shoulder, waking me. For a moment, I'm confused and a touch of fear coils in my belly. Then I remember where we are and why, relaxing into the soft bed. Diffused light floods the large room, the gauzy curtains fluttering in the dry breeze from the windows.
Even in this diffused morning glow, I can see what Sofia meant about the light here being different. After a quick glance around the room I barely took in last night, I turn my attention to my lover.
Calleigh's face may be hidden for the moment, but I am content to trail my gaze over her curves and feel the silkiness of her skin and the soft rasp of her pubes on my thigh. Another restless squirm clues me in that Calleigh must be close to waking and what better way to begin our vacation?
Those amazing eyes flutter open as I roll her to her back, half covering her smaller body with my own. "Good morning," I purr softly, rubbing our noses together, kitty-like.
"Good morning," she rumbles with her voice gravelly and fuzzy with sleep. Even after many mornings hearing her sleep-rough voice, I never tire of the sexiness of it. So I continue the morning salutations with a light kiss that Calleigh will have none of, her hands winding into my hair, body stirring against mine, the low groan in her chest making my heart race. Well then!
There are many things I love about this singular woman. Her mind and body and dedication, her smile and the way she moans my name, the intent look in her eye when she's concentrating, her tenderness and kick-ass, don't fuck with me fire. All of these things and more I pour into the dedication of my mouth and hands and skin as I kiss her mouth, her face, the hills and valleys of her small, compact frame. Warm and delicious, I suckle at her fair skin, once more delighting in the slow sex flush that paints her rosy and wanton.
Despite Calleigh's rising impatience with me, I take my dear, sweet time with this seduction. It's a lovely morning of the first day of a long vacation and I am in no hurry. By the time I get to that silky treasure between her legs, I think she might forgive me as I settle in to make her scream for it.
++ Sofia ++
Startled, I jerk my head up from the unfamiliar bed and tune in my ears for the sound that disturbed me.
After an alert moment, I start chuckling. Sounds like Natalia has gotten a jump on the day! Good for her. That draws my eye to the sprawled body halfway across the king-sized bed.
Sara is asleep in her stomach, one leg drawn up, dark hair fanned over the white pillow, body gleaming with slender health. Lately, we've been really good about ensuring that one another eats regularly and decent stuff too. There's a slight, softer layer to her that has been a bitch to accomplish but makes her look so vibrant and healthy. Oh sure, she's still slender, but she no longer looks so frail.
In fact, the lines of fine girl muscles in her back make me wild. Sara knows this of course, and enjoys making me want her. So there's no point to fighting the urge and I carefully slither closer to this woman I love so dearly. It's not easy to sneak up on Sara, as she has a well developed sense of self-preservation. I know some of the story, but I also know better than to pressure her for more than she is willing to share on her own timeline and no one else's.
Pressing my lips to the shallow groove of Sara's spine, I curl my hand around her hip to reassure her that it's me behind her. For the moment I have her asleep and vulnerable in my hands. Good, I'll have more time to make this a memorable seduction. It's no surprise that Sara has a difficult time being completely open to the strength of pleasure that she can feel. I don't take it at all personally, but the several times she has allowed herself to open completely to me have been magic.
I have a feeling that this might be lucky number five.
Gentle but sensuously persistent, I kiss my way across her back, stroking her hip, thigh and soft belly in accompaniment. At some point Sara moves from sleep to wakefulness, her soft moans low and uninhibited. That right thigh, bent up in her sleep, moves away further as she flattens to her belly, hips tilted up to give me easy access.
"Good morning my love," I murmur into her sharply defined narrow hip, my wandering hand tracing the curve of her thigh to slip between. Kissing my way back up her body, I tickle my blunt fingernails through the scratchiness of her pubic hair, delighted to feel how swollen and eager she is. "My sweet, lovely girl," I further entice, knowing that she hears every sound I make, even if she doesn't register it in real time. If I say something stupid, she teases me about it later. "I woke to see you sprawled in the sunshine and I couldn't resist." Sara jumps and whines as I find her wetness with tender fingertips. "I wanted you in the worst way, wanted you hungry and needy and hot." I have never grown used to the grasp of her body's most vulnerable place around my loving fingers. Wet and hot and vibrant, she grips my digits within her like a hug.
"Sofia," Sara moans softly, pressing her hips back into me. "Please. I need you,"
Well then, who am I to argue? Beginning to thrust shallowly, I increase the pressure of my kisses on her back, but stay gentle. Anything even remotely resembling a little rough must be face to face or her demons are likely to surface. Once again, Sara's surprisingly honesty in our relationship has helped me to avoid such minefields.
Her hand is in my hair now, gripping the strands tightly as I caress her wet pussy with my hand and keep my body pressed as close as I can. Some part of her brain remembers that I have limited access to her clit at this angle and I'm delighted to feel her fingers helping out.
Soon, jerking and shaking, her breath heavy, my Sara climaxes, pleasure racing away from the tight clench of her inner muscles on my fingers. "I love you," I whisper to her skin as she trembles down from the high, loosing her hold on my hair to stroke my skull as best she can.
"Oh Sofia," she moans, low and soft, her voice soft and with no barriers to her strong and scarred soul.
I am the luckiest damn woman in the world.
++ Calleigh ++
Very relaxed and buzzing with good sex hormones, I have foregone the big bathtub for a shower. My empty stomach will not allow me the luxury of a long soak, but I make a promise to get to that soon. Humming happily as I luxuriate in the hot spray, I smile when I catch familiar movement in the corner of my eye.
Whirling, I strike a seductive pose and smile wickedly at my taller lover. "Care to join me? I'll wash your back."
Feigning vague disinterest, Natalia steps around the corner of the glass block wall and shrugs, "yeah, I suppose we should conserve water out here in the desert."
"Oh come here, you," I scold and reach out to pull her naked body to mine. For a moment, I just hold her close, enjoying the contact. "I'm glad I'm with you."
"Me too, Cal," she murmurs against my ear, making me smile. I have no objections to the sappiness, but I feel that I owe us both a lovely payback for this morning's wake up call.
"Turn around," I demand, stepping back. Smiling enigmatically, Natalia does as ordered, seductively sweeping her hair up into her hands to expose her back and neck. The way she makes me feel…
Since I remembered to bring in our favorite apricot body wash, I begin with those lovely exposed shoulders, trailing my open hands over her curves with such very serious sensuousness. This woman is a classic beauty from crown to toes. It startles me sometimes, her dedication to the two of us and her disbelief in her own beauty. She is so perfectly formed, so symmetrical and lean. Couple the good looks with her sharp mind and sunny disposition, and really, how on earth can I do anything but adore her?
Shaking off the mental rambling, I kiss her skin, tasting water and the faint fruity tang of the wash overlaying the flavor of her. Stepping into Natalia's back, I slither my hands over her belly and ribs, outline the curves of her fine breasts, caressing the taut nipples. Hands pressed to the walls of the oversized shower, Natalia is breathing hard now. "Cal," she whispers. "I need you…"
"Can you stay up, baby?" I tease, nudging her feet to shoulder width apart. "So I can finish frisking you?"
Groaning at the joke as much as my hands once more caressing over her breasts, Natalia doesn't reply, but she's not much of a talker during sex. There are times that I can appreciate the unique bonuses of my smaller stature and this is one of them. Sure, the woman only has four inches on me, but I can certainly take advantage of every one of them!
Ducking around to her front, I order, "keep your hands where they are," and concentrate on pleasuring her. This is an interesting feat, one that we haven’t tried before as neither of us has a big enough shower at home to prevent an accident. Fortunately, I know that Natalia is already very turned on and she won't have to concentrate for very long on keeping her feet.
Suckling at one fine nipple, I watch her arms tremble, fingers white against the glass blocks. My hands trail down her flat belly to the shallow grooves bracketed between her belly button and hip bones. I know how this is a hot spot where her skin is pulled tautly over tense abdominal muscles. Once more, she breathes my name, her head dropping forward to press kisses to my crown.
It's sweet and sexy and hot to brush my open hands over her belly and abdomen, fingers tangling into her dark pubes to find the ripe secrets below. Though her body hardly has secrets from me any longer! Stifling inappropriate laughter, I raise my head from my slightly stooped position to catch her lips with mine as I slide into her copious wet.
Natalia sucks air through the kiss, the vulnerable, reflexive movement making me feel ten feet tall. Grunting in time to the slow thrust of my hand in her groin, she pants and trembles, hands still obediently pressed painfully tight to the supporting wall. Huffing and whimpering, the wave of pleasure breaks over her shaking body, every muscle gone tight, teeth bared against my soft mouth.
"That's my girl," I praise softly as she begins to sag into me and I hug her close.
++ Sara ++
This bed is great. I'm going to have to ask Karl or EJ where they got it. Still buzzed from Sofia's sneak attack, I'm content for now to sprawl across the crisp sheets and bask in the rising heat from the open windows and the lovely high from my lover's touch. I feel languorous and lazy and well-loved. Sofia makes me feel so beautiful and so desirable that the demons of my youth are often quieted in her presence.
It's one of the best perks of her place in my new life. Seriously, I feel like a new woman with her.
The sensation of an appreciated and welcome gaze trailing possessively over my sprawled body wakes me from a doze and I can't help but smile.
"Damn, you look good enough to eat," Sofia observes in a flat tone that one might misinterpret as businesslike. But I know better. The bed shifts with Sofia's weight and I do my best to swallow my smile and keep my eyes closed. "Playing coy?" she teases and I squawk at the brush of wet hair over my warm skin.
"Sofia!" I whine and try to wiggle away, making her laugh. In a moment, I am pinned by her smaller body, her skin cool from the shower, warming immediately where we touch. Then her wet crotch registers against my belly and I grin seductively. "Why, Sofia, I think that you need some good lovin'."
"Oh yes ma'am," she says back in just as teasing a tone, but there is honest need woven through the words.
"Since you probably brushed your teeth," I say conversationally, trailing my hands up her thighs and relishing the trembles in the powerful muscles. "And I, of course have not, I'll make you a deal. Crawl that fine ass up here and we'll see if we can make those dogs outside howl along, hmmm?"
Firing me a wry look that makes me giggle, Sofia eagerly obeys and is quickly straddling my head. This is a favorite of ours, oral sex, as Sofia is not at all keen on penetration under most circumstances. No problem for me, as she is my first woman lover and all my tricks were taught to me by her. There are many ways to get her off!
Stroking hips and thighs and back, I get Sofia a little more wiggly and desperate, lightly blowing across her erect clit. She's learned to be patient and not press down until I'm ready rather than break up the mood. As she has no patience whatsoever with being teased, that was the first lesson with me as teacher. So, she waits as I stroke her fine skin and watch the surfaces of her groin swell and darken with need. Love it…
As usual, she is tangy and soft and I lave attention over every inch of her crotch, eyes closed with concentration. After a minute of getting her more worked up, I tuck the webbing of my thumb against the crack of her ass so that I can tease my thumb at the entrance to her pussy. That word took me some time to get used to, having heard it so often used derogatorily, but I kind of like it now. At least for my lover's soft spot!
Hips undulating, Sofia whispers under her breath and I catch my name mixed in with the gibberish, sucking at her with intent now. The orgasm makes her muscles tense, her body pressing heavily at me, nearly suffocating, and I slip just the first joint of my thumb into the tight grip of her pussy to bask in the steady, powerful contractions. As she's never asked me to knock it off, she either never notices or doesn't care.
Suckling gently now, I let Sofia relax, her breath deep and steady, my name a caress as she half collapses over my trapped head. Early on, she'd scare me a bit with her body so close to completely suffocating me. I've learned that she is always aware of where I am and what I am doing. Rather than feel trapped by her watching over me, I've learned to relish it, as she never gets too pushy about it unless I'm in danger.
Sighing heavily, Sofia manages to get her legs to cooperate long enough to get our bodies aligned before collapsing on top of me. Nose to nose, she smiles softly and says, "guess we'll need a shower now, huh?"
My laughter is completely authentic.
++ Natalia ++
There's a definite appeal to this life with no clocks or computers or phones or televisions. Oh sure, Karl and EJ have a media room with all the modern electronics, but it’s a special trip to an entire separate part of the oversized house and just too much damn trouble for the most part. We're on our third day of The Dog House and loving every minute of it. At the moment, I'm sprawled lazily in the endless sunlight in nothing more than a skimpy thong, working on a tan. The fairer three fourths of our little pack of four are at a nearby table playing cards and chattering.
A shadow suddenly appears over my face and I squint open my eyes. "Tease," Sara chuckles and I can't find it in me to be embarrassed of my nearly complete nudity. "Would you like to go hang on in town for an evening? We've been bantering the idea around." Yawning and stretching like a cat, I sigh and contemplate the idea. After more than several long moments pass, Sara laughs. "Geez Tali, we're talking about a night in the City of Sin, not the State of the Union Address. Are you in or what?"
"I suppose I really should partake of your local sins," I drawl and Sara throws up her hands in mock exasperation. Both of us laugh as I smack her in the knee and struggle to my feet. As my vision swims and my inner ear briefly forgets which way is up, I think I might have been a little too lazy. Instantly, there are slender, strong arms around my waist and I'm held close.
"Whoa girl," Sara exclaims and grips me tight as my brain and body reestablish communication. "You okay?"
Lightheaded, I cling to this treasured new friend and abruptly realize that I have never been this close to another woman outside of Calleigh.
And never dressed like this…
Guiltily aroused, I pull away and rub my eyes. "Yeah, I'm okay. I think I just had too much sun." Patting Sara's arm awkwardly, I move off to drop a quick kiss on Calleigh and escape. "Just give me a few minutes to shower and change."
My mind is awhirl with conflicting signals. I'm not attracted to Sara! I'm not!
But a favored quote from Shakespeare mocks me.
The lady doth protest too much.
++ Sofia ++
"Hey Sar," I call to my confused-looking lover and she obediently trots over. "Could you go check with Karl or EJ to see if we need to do anything special to get in late? Y'know, just in case we get in late."
"Sure," she replies and I hope that slightly weirded-out look on her face fades quickly. Grabbing her hand, I tug her into my lap to be kissed and fussed over before sending her off.
That leaves Calleigh and me alone. Nonchalantly, I turn my head to her and casually say, "so, you caught that, huh?"
There's a distinctly wicked glint in Calleigh's smile as she settles herself more comfortably in the seat. "Perhaps. But you can't blame Natalia for being curious. Neither of the brunettes had the chance to explore before us."
There's no censure in her tone, so I feel no need to bristle, though I certainly see her point. "Be sexy to watch."
Green eyes ponder me seriously for such a long moment that I wish I hadn't said it. Then Calleigh Duquesne surprises me once again by chuckling heartily, the sound morphing into a full-throated, delighted laugh. In moments we are both cracking up at the sudden twist in this group of friendships.
When we do finally wind down, Calleigh is sprawled limply back in her seat and I am perversely reminded of our fling in Miami. "It would be sexy," she comments thoughtfully and stretches luxuriously. "I need to make a habit of doing this on a regular basis."
"What?" I tease. "Screwing off? Or making dirty jokes about our girlfriends?"
Her sour look makes me giggle again. "Smartass," she admonishes primly and I dissolve into laughter again.
Sara's look of unfettered curiosity when she returns is enough to set us off once again.
CONTINUED IN NEXT POST
Warnings for kinkiness involving multiple partners and much frivolous bonding, so beware!
Sequel to 'Cities of Sin', http://shatterpath.livejournal.com/64419.html and the companion fics of 'Back Home to You' http://shatterpath.livejournal.com/66473.html and 'Gravitational Flirting' http://shatterpath.livejournal.com/67634.html
I hope this was a fun ride for everyone!
++ Sara ++
I've jumped many of the hurdles that have cropped up with my new relationship. Some of them were easy and some of them were ugly. Remembering a couple of rows that would have scared off a lesser being, I lean my head down just a bit to nuzzle at the blonde hair of my lover.
My lover.
I still get chills when I think of the changes this woman has wrought on my life. The loneliness is no longer a stone around my neck. It hovers close, frightening me sometimes, but the other shoe has not dropped and my fears generally remain like wolves at the edge of the firelight.
"Come sit with me, sweetie," Sofia finally groans around the fatigue and stiffness in her body. It has been a long few days and we are more than ready for a week of vacation. Frankly, I can't wait to get Sofia into a hot bath and a soft bed. However, we have guests coming in and we must wait.
Crowd sounds wake us from our doze and we both reflexively check that none of our things are missing. When our eyes meet, we giggle and stand to stretch out stiff muscles.
The attack comes out of nowhere.
With a girlish squeal of delight, a woman in white with long blonde hair streaks out of the crowd and nearly knocks Sofia ass over teakettle with her enthusiasm. It's like watching an overenthusiastic golden retriever greeting a favored human. Thoroughly amused and faintly jealous, I watch Sofia awkwardly take the charge, spinning the small woman in a half circle.
From the crowd steps a striking brunette with what I bet is a match to the amused smirk on my face. The blondes are talking rapidly at one another and the accent is pretty much exactly what Sofia described.
"And you're Sara!" Calleigh Duquesne's accented voice makes me look away from the approaching brunette to meet sparkling hazel-green eyes. "I've been dying to meet you."
"Likewise," I smile, liking this woman's open friendliness that somehow remains within tolerance levels to my still-prickly personal boundaries. The other brunette, hair lighter and skin darker than mine, has reached us and is immediately wrapped in a half-hug by her small companion.
"Sofia, Sara, this is Natalia Boa Vista."
++ Natalia ++
Honestly, I'm completely clueless where the perversity comes from, but still holding Sara's hand, I grin somewhat suggestively at Sofia. "I see your good looks have returned." Then, to wipe away that startled and growing green-eyed monster in the brown gaze, I turn the smile to Sara. "And I can see why she was, and obviously is, so into you. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sara."
That pleases the woman, turning up the corners of her serious mouth, and a shy grin is flashed at Sofia, who looks completely pleased. "Glad I let her catch me. Good to meet you both and welcome to Las Vegas."
Chuckling with pleasure, Calleigh links arms with Sofia and myself, leaving me to hook in Sara with a smile. We must be quite the sight. "Sorry about Calleigh's somewhat spastic enthusiasm," I speak casually to Sara, delighted that I can make her smile. "She's been as excited as a four-year-old on Christmas morning. This is a ridiculously long vacation for us."
"I can understand that," Sara agrees easily, beginning to relax in my loose hold on the crook of her arm. "A whole week? It's sinful."
"Later, baby," Sofia chimes in and we all laugh good-naturedly. Even the interminable wait at the luggage carousel passes with much laughter and chatter. For whatever reason, I seem to have attached myself to Sara and right now we're sitting side by side, watching our blondes.
"Should I be jealous?" Sara says out of the blue and I recognize the faint thrum of seriousness beneath the humor. It actually startles me a bit, as Sofia is so obviously smitten with the enigmatic woman. We've been making pals long distance for months now and I already know quite a lot about her.
"No," sounds more startled than I meant and she looks sharply at me. "Sofia is nuts about you. I just think…" It's a thought I've tried to put into words before and never really managed to my satisfaction. "They have a different bond. I think they have more in common then we have with them. Does that make any sense?" Now Sara is focused on me, curious and attentive. "We're all cops of one shade or another, but they've been at it longer. They've been through more on the job, both with a gun or evidence collection."
"Huh," Sara says thoughtfully to herself, eyeing Sofia and Calleigh. "And they were first, however briefly." There's no tension in her tone now and I'm relieved that is at least one thing that seems to be a non-issue.
++ Sofia ++
I was aware of the hot, jealous glower in my back a few times at the luggage carousel. But Sara allows me to grab her at the truck, pressing her slim body to the cool metal and drink in her kisses. That bond reestablished, we are on our way, ignoring our visitor's snickers.
The place we're headed for is one of a kind. An invite only resort nestled in at the edge of Lake Mead with some fabulous amenities and a beautiful view of the stark beauty around us. It's not a long drive and Sara amuses me by keeping herself twisted around most of the drive to chat with Cal and Natalia, playing the nickel-tour guide. Doubly amusing is that locations are intertwined with cases in her memories, no surprise there, and that our guests drink it up.
Even with all of the city and suburb expansion, as we grow closer to the lake, inky darkness swallows us up. It is a moonless night, even the stars dulled by high clouds and the fight between the cool air and the warm earth. The further we drive, the less traffic there is and Natalia finally sighs wistfully, "it's so beautiful here."
In the corner of my eye, I see Sara's warm grin and I can't help but echo the expression as she curls her hand around the curve of my thigh. My smile deepens when she even goes so far as to lean over and plant a little kiss on my cheekbone. These rare kind of spontaneous displays are for me and me alone and are very precious. A glance in the review mirror shows Calleigh cuddled up to Natalia as they both stare out at the dimly lit desert.
Thankfully, I have been to the compound, because it's a bitch to find the tiny road, especially in the dark. It's a gravel strip barely wide enough for two cars, flanked by simple brick columns and wedged in between enormous arborvitae shrubs in their natural sloppy conical shape. The mailbox flashes on one column and the address on the other as I turn onto the night-black lane.
"Are you sure this is the right place?" Sara questions warily and I chuckle.
"Trust me, sweetie, this is it. I had a case here months ago and it took me several passes to find it." There's no response from the backseat and I guess that the Miami girls have dozed off. The lane may be gravel, but it is as firm and smooth as concrete, which Sara marvels at. "The owners told me that they got the idea from a trip to Alaska. They mix, I think lime, with the gravel and it acts just like concrete, but washes out with time. They fix the thing every few months, but it lets water through to the ground below." Grinning at Sara, who's listening carefully to me because I haven't had the time to tell her much about this place, I continue. "They're big time Greenies. It's pretty cool actually. Grow their own food, trade for what they need and so on. You'll like them."
As we top the rise, I stop the car to take in the view. Startling awake, Calleigh and Natalia stop their mumbling as we all took in the site. Far below us lay the vast expanse of Lake Mead, eerily reflecting the faint starlight. At its shore lay a collection of buildings gleaming with points of friendly yellow light. Tiny landscape lights at the edges of the road lead us safely through the dark and we arrive in short order.
"Sofia!" Booms the voice I've been expecting as I open the door and stiffly climb out. Gathering my much, much smaller frame in a crushing bear hug, I get the breath squeezed out of me before I'm dropped back onto my feet. "How the hell have you been? 'Bout damn time you dragged your ass out here for some R&R."
++ Calleigh ++
She is an enormous woman, standing what seems like a foot taller than my small stature and built like a semi-truck. Sofia grins like a kid where she is unceremoniously tucked under one thick arm. "Guys, this is Karl Meyer and her partner is EJ Dell."
One big paw is held out to Natalia, who gamely takes it and smiles warmly. Before she can speak, Karl jumps in again with her big, friendly voice, "and you must be Sara! Pleased to meet…" Our expressions have obviously registered, because the big woman trails off and gives Sofia a wry look. "Put my foot in it again, eh?"
"Quite," Sofia deadpans and ducks away to pull Sara into a half hug. "This is Sara." Karl has yet to release my lover's hand and turns her gaze away from the natives to smile warmly.
"Sorry, pretty girl. Karl Meyer, pleased to meet you."
"Natalia Boa Vista. This is a beautiful place, what I've seen of it."
"Oh, you'll see more, I assure you. Who're your lovely shadow?"
Rather than take Natalia's offered hand, I instead tuck myself beneath that arm and cuddle into her side where I belong and offer my hand. "Calleigh Duquesne. Pleased to meet you, Karl."
"Ah, you both have the looks, and in your case the lovely accent, to match your exotic names! Welcome to the Dog House. Mi casa, su casa."
The sweeping gesture to the big building behind us draws our eye to the heavy-looking walls that appear to be thick adobe or something similar. From the great doors at the entrance steps another woman, small, round and with a friendly smile that puts all at ease. "Stop scaring the guests, Doggie," she admonishes in a tone that matches the smile.
This is EJ Dell and introductions are once more traded as a pair of healthy-looking young people trot out to the car and attack our piles of luggage. I'm startled by their unorthodox appearance, the young woman with her dyed blue hair and Goth makeup and the young man with tattoos and facial piercing. But I am distracted away from them by two announcements I've been dying to hear.
"Well, you four have probably had a long day and you look tired," EJ announces as we move to follow our luggage. "Do you need something to eat? Maybe a nightcap? Or just your rooms?"
Amusingly, it's Sara's stomach that makes the decision for us.
++ Sara ++
The horrible noise that growls its way out of my gut makes everyone chortle, but not unkindly. We are escorted to a warmly decorated dining room that might sit fifty at full capacity, but I'm not entirely certain. Karl shoos EJ off to sit with us and heads to a long, low counter.
"This room is beautiful," Natalia comments as she wiggles herself into the overstuffed banquette and throws an arm around Calleigh's shoulders. "And the décor is something else."
Indeed, it is. There are influences from all sorts of backgrounds, along with a few I cannot even guess at. While EJ regales us with the basics of the room, I cuddle into Sofia's arm, returning her affectionate smile. This place feels safe with no prying eyes to wonder at our recent closeness, no one to make judgments or hurt us because of our love.
Fairly quickly, Karl returns with a stack of plates in one hand, the top one piled with plain old sandwiches, and a second, single plate that she gently sets in front of me. "Vegetarian," she chuckles and flashes Sofia a cheeky grin. "See? I listen." While EJ distributes plates to the others, Karl points to the various sandwiches, naming them, "egg salad, roast beef, turkey and chicken salad. Dig in. Anyone for some water or a glass of wine?"
There are tasty sprouts, grilled portabella mushrooms, lettuce, tomato, a tangy dressing and something crunchy I think might be pine nuts confined between two squishy slices of French bread. Humming happily, I tear into the thing and my stomach quiets. Several bottles of wine with colorful stoppers and six goblets have appeared during my food zone-out and I explore the labels. Not wanting to pour from each bottle, and knowing squat about wine, I defer to Calleigh's judgment and the offer to taste both from her glass as well as Natalia's. Then Karl offers her white, explaining that it’s a dessert wine and I might like it.
Blown away by the sweet, complex flavor, I go for the bottle marked 'muscato' and I'm good for the night.
Not so long ago, this kind of peaceful tranquility would have been utterly foreign to me. Particularly in a group of complete strangers! But here I am, leaning happily on Sofia's shoulder and following along, even periodically joining in.
But one too many yawns finally makes me grab Sofia's glass as it tips dangerously. "Okay, detective," I tease, "time for bed." That's the signal for the night to end and Karl leads the four of us down a long hallway and up a flight of roughly carved stairs.
"Here you are," she says and opens a set of double doors with a flourish. Later, I will ogle the simple yet opulent living space, but right now I'm just too damn tired. There is a bedroom on either side of the big central space and Karl laughs evilly as she shows us the doors and explains the unusually thick walls of the building. "This is a straw bale home and the doors are insulated reclaimed wood. So the soundproofing is nearly impenetrable. Enjoy yourselves!"
So we separate with mumbled 'goodnights' and I manage to force Sofia to brush her teeth beside me before we strip naked and fall into the big bed.
++ Natalia ++
Grumbling irritably, Calleigh squirms around to bury her face into the crook of my shoulder, waking me. For a moment, I'm confused and a touch of fear coils in my belly. Then I remember where we are and why, relaxing into the soft bed. Diffused light floods the large room, the gauzy curtains fluttering in the dry breeze from the windows.
Even in this diffused morning glow, I can see what Sofia meant about the light here being different. After a quick glance around the room I barely took in last night, I turn my attention to my lover.
Calleigh's face may be hidden for the moment, but I am content to trail my gaze over her curves and feel the silkiness of her skin and the soft rasp of her pubes on my thigh. Another restless squirm clues me in that Calleigh must be close to waking and what better way to begin our vacation?
Those amazing eyes flutter open as I roll her to her back, half covering her smaller body with my own. "Good morning," I purr softly, rubbing our noses together, kitty-like.
"Good morning," she rumbles with her voice gravelly and fuzzy with sleep. Even after many mornings hearing her sleep-rough voice, I never tire of the sexiness of it. So I continue the morning salutations with a light kiss that Calleigh will have none of, her hands winding into my hair, body stirring against mine, the low groan in her chest making my heart race. Well then!
There are many things I love about this singular woman. Her mind and body and dedication, her smile and the way she moans my name, the intent look in her eye when she's concentrating, her tenderness and kick-ass, don't fuck with me fire. All of these things and more I pour into the dedication of my mouth and hands and skin as I kiss her mouth, her face, the hills and valleys of her small, compact frame. Warm and delicious, I suckle at her fair skin, once more delighting in the slow sex flush that paints her rosy and wanton.
Despite Calleigh's rising impatience with me, I take my dear, sweet time with this seduction. It's a lovely morning of the first day of a long vacation and I am in no hurry. By the time I get to that silky treasure between her legs, I think she might forgive me as I settle in to make her scream for it.
++ Sofia ++
Startled, I jerk my head up from the unfamiliar bed and tune in my ears for the sound that disturbed me.
After an alert moment, I start chuckling. Sounds like Natalia has gotten a jump on the day! Good for her. That draws my eye to the sprawled body halfway across the king-sized bed.
Sara is asleep in her stomach, one leg drawn up, dark hair fanned over the white pillow, body gleaming with slender health. Lately, we've been really good about ensuring that one another eats regularly and decent stuff too. There's a slight, softer layer to her that has been a bitch to accomplish but makes her look so vibrant and healthy. Oh sure, she's still slender, but she no longer looks so frail.
In fact, the lines of fine girl muscles in her back make me wild. Sara knows this of course, and enjoys making me want her. So there's no point to fighting the urge and I carefully slither closer to this woman I love so dearly. It's not easy to sneak up on Sara, as she has a well developed sense of self-preservation. I know some of the story, but I also know better than to pressure her for more than she is willing to share on her own timeline and no one else's.
Pressing my lips to the shallow groove of Sara's spine, I curl my hand around her hip to reassure her that it's me behind her. For the moment I have her asleep and vulnerable in my hands. Good, I'll have more time to make this a memorable seduction. It's no surprise that Sara has a difficult time being completely open to the strength of pleasure that she can feel. I don't take it at all personally, but the several times she has allowed herself to open completely to me have been magic.
I have a feeling that this might be lucky number five.
Gentle but sensuously persistent, I kiss my way across her back, stroking her hip, thigh and soft belly in accompaniment. At some point Sara moves from sleep to wakefulness, her soft moans low and uninhibited. That right thigh, bent up in her sleep, moves away further as she flattens to her belly, hips tilted up to give me easy access.
"Good morning my love," I murmur into her sharply defined narrow hip, my wandering hand tracing the curve of her thigh to slip between. Kissing my way back up her body, I tickle my blunt fingernails through the scratchiness of her pubic hair, delighted to feel how swollen and eager she is. "My sweet, lovely girl," I further entice, knowing that she hears every sound I make, even if she doesn't register it in real time. If I say something stupid, she teases me about it later. "I woke to see you sprawled in the sunshine and I couldn't resist." Sara jumps and whines as I find her wetness with tender fingertips. "I wanted you in the worst way, wanted you hungry and needy and hot." I have never grown used to the grasp of her body's most vulnerable place around my loving fingers. Wet and hot and vibrant, she grips my digits within her like a hug.
"Sofia," Sara moans softly, pressing her hips back into me. "Please. I need you,"
Well then, who am I to argue? Beginning to thrust shallowly, I increase the pressure of my kisses on her back, but stay gentle. Anything even remotely resembling a little rough must be face to face or her demons are likely to surface. Once again, Sara's surprisingly honesty in our relationship has helped me to avoid such minefields.
Her hand is in my hair now, gripping the strands tightly as I caress her wet pussy with my hand and keep my body pressed as close as I can. Some part of her brain remembers that I have limited access to her clit at this angle and I'm delighted to feel her fingers helping out.
Soon, jerking and shaking, her breath heavy, my Sara climaxes, pleasure racing away from the tight clench of her inner muscles on my fingers. "I love you," I whisper to her skin as she trembles down from the high, loosing her hold on my hair to stroke my skull as best she can.
"Oh Sofia," she moans, low and soft, her voice soft and with no barriers to her strong and scarred soul.
I am the luckiest damn woman in the world.
++ Calleigh ++
Very relaxed and buzzing with good sex hormones, I have foregone the big bathtub for a shower. My empty stomach will not allow me the luxury of a long soak, but I make a promise to get to that soon. Humming happily as I luxuriate in the hot spray, I smile when I catch familiar movement in the corner of my eye.
Whirling, I strike a seductive pose and smile wickedly at my taller lover. "Care to join me? I'll wash your back."
Feigning vague disinterest, Natalia steps around the corner of the glass block wall and shrugs, "yeah, I suppose we should conserve water out here in the desert."
"Oh come here, you," I scold and reach out to pull her naked body to mine. For a moment, I just hold her close, enjoying the contact. "I'm glad I'm with you."
"Me too, Cal," she murmurs against my ear, making me smile. I have no objections to the sappiness, but I feel that I owe us both a lovely payback for this morning's wake up call.
"Turn around," I demand, stepping back. Smiling enigmatically, Natalia does as ordered, seductively sweeping her hair up into her hands to expose her back and neck. The way she makes me feel…
Since I remembered to bring in our favorite apricot body wash, I begin with those lovely exposed shoulders, trailing my open hands over her curves with such very serious sensuousness. This woman is a classic beauty from crown to toes. It startles me sometimes, her dedication to the two of us and her disbelief in her own beauty. She is so perfectly formed, so symmetrical and lean. Couple the good looks with her sharp mind and sunny disposition, and really, how on earth can I do anything but adore her?
Shaking off the mental rambling, I kiss her skin, tasting water and the faint fruity tang of the wash overlaying the flavor of her. Stepping into Natalia's back, I slither my hands over her belly and ribs, outline the curves of her fine breasts, caressing the taut nipples. Hands pressed to the walls of the oversized shower, Natalia is breathing hard now. "Cal," she whispers. "I need you…"
"Can you stay up, baby?" I tease, nudging her feet to shoulder width apart. "So I can finish frisking you?"
Groaning at the joke as much as my hands once more caressing over her breasts, Natalia doesn't reply, but she's not much of a talker during sex. There are times that I can appreciate the unique bonuses of my smaller stature and this is one of them. Sure, the woman only has four inches on me, but I can certainly take advantage of every one of them!
Ducking around to her front, I order, "keep your hands where they are," and concentrate on pleasuring her. This is an interesting feat, one that we haven’t tried before as neither of us has a big enough shower at home to prevent an accident. Fortunately, I know that Natalia is already very turned on and she won't have to concentrate for very long on keeping her feet.
Suckling at one fine nipple, I watch her arms tremble, fingers white against the glass blocks. My hands trail down her flat belly to the shallow grooves bracketed between her belly button and hip bones. I know how this is a hot spot where her skin is pulled tautly over tense abdominal muscles. Once more, she breathes my name, her head dropping forward to press kisses to my crown.
It's sweet and sexy and hot to brush my open hands over her belly and abdomen, fingers tangling into her dark pubes to find the ripe secrets below. Though her body hardly has secrets from me any longer! Stifling inappropriate laughter, I raise my head from my slightly stooped position to catch her lips with mine as I slide into her copious wet.
Natalia sucks air through the kiss, the vulnerable, reflexive movement making me feel ten feet tall. Grunting in time to the slow thrust of my hand in her groin, she pants and trembles, hands still obediently pressed painfully tight to the supporting wall. Huffing and whimpering, the wave of pleasure breaks over her shaking body, every muscle gone tight, teeth bared against my soft mouth.
"That's my girl," I praise softly as she begins to sag into me and I hug her close.
++ Sara ++
This bed is great. I'm going to have to ask Karl or EJ where they got it. Still buzzed from Sofia's sneak attack, I'm content for now to sprawl across the crisp sheets and bask in the rising heat from the open windows and the lovely high from my lover's touch. I feel languorous and lazy and well-loved. Sofia makes me feel so beautiful and so desirable that the demons of my youth are often quieted in her presence.
It's one of the best perks of her place in my new life. Seriously, I feel like a new woman with her.
The sensation of an appreciated and welcome gaze trailing possessively over my sprawled body wakes me from a doze and I can't help but smile.
"Damn, you look good enough to eat," Sofia observes in a flat tone that one might misinterpret as businesslike. But I know better. The bed shifts with Sofia's weight and I do my best to swallow my smile and keep my eyes closed. "Playing coy?" she teases and I squawk at the brush of wet hair over my warm skin.
"Sofia!" I whine and try to wiggle away, making her laugh. In a moment, I am pinned by her smaller body, her skin cool from the shower, warming immediately where we touch. Then her wet crotch registers against my belly and I grin seductively. "Why, Sofia, I think that you need some good lovin'."
"Oh yes ma'am," she says back in just as teasing a tone, but there is honest need woven through the words.
"Since you probably brushed your teeth," I say conversationally, trailing my hands up her thighs and relishing the trembles in the powerful muscles. "And I, of course have not, I'll make you a deal. Crawl that fine ass up here and we'll see if we can make those dogs outside howl along, hmmm?"
Firing me a wry look that makes me giggle, Sofia eagerly obeys and is quickly straddling my head. This is a favorite of ours, oral sex, as Sofia is not at all keen on penetration under most circumstances. No problem for me, as she is my first woman lover and all my tricks were taught to me by her. There are many ways to get her off!
Stroking hips and thighs and back, I get Sofia a little more wiggly and desperate, lightly blowing across her erect clit. She's learned to be patient and not press down until I'm ready rather than break up the mood. As she has no patience whatsoever with being teased, that was the first lesson with me as teacher. So, she waits as I stroke her fine skin and watch the surfaces of her groin swell and darken with need. Love it…
As usual, she is tangy and soft and I lave attention over every inch of her crotch, eyes closed with concentration. After a minute of getting her more worked up, I tuck the webbing of my thumb against the crack of her ass so that I can tease my thumb at the entrance to her pussy. That word took me some time to get used to, having heard it so often used derogatorily, but I kind of like it now. At least for my lover's soft spot!
Hips undulating, Sofia whispers under her breath and I catch my name mixed in with the gibberish, sucking at her with intent now. The orgasm makes her muscles tense, her body pressing heavily at me, nearly suffocating, and I slip just the first joint of my thumb into the tight grip of her pussy to bask in the steady, powerful contractions. As she's never asked me to knock it off, she either never notices or doesn't care.
Suckling gently now, I let Sofia relax, her breath deep and steady, my name a caress as she half collapses over my trapped head. Early on, she'd scare me a bit with her body so close to completely suffocating me. I've learned that she is always aware of where I am and what I am doing. Rather than feel trapped by her watching over me, I've learned to relish it, as she never gets too pushy about it unless I'm in danger.
Sighing heavily, Sofia manages to get her legs to cooperate long enough to get our bodies aligned before collapsing on top of me. Nose to nose, she smiles softly and says, "guess we'll need a shower now, huh?"
My laughter is completely authentic.
++ Natalia ++
There's a definite appeal to this life with no clocks or computers or phones or televisions. Oh sure, Karl and EJ have a media room with all the modern electronics, but it’s a special trip to an entire separate part of the oversized house and just too much damn trouble for the most part. We're on our third day of The Dog House and loving every minute of it. At the moment, I'm sprawled lazily in the endless sunlight in nothing more than a skimpy thong, working on a tan. The fairer three fourths of our little pack of four are at a nearby table playing cards and chattering.
A shadow suddenly appears over my face and I squint open my eyes. "Tease," Sara chuckles and I can't find it in me to be embarrassed of my nearly complete nudity. "Would you like to go hang on in town for an evening? We've been bantering the idea around." Yawning and stretching like a cat, I sigh and contemplate the idea. After more than several long moments pass, Sara laughs. "Geez Tali, we're talking about a night in the City of Sin, not the State of the Union Address. Are you in or what?"
"I suppose I really should partake of your local sins," I drawl and Sara throws up her hands in mock exasperation. Both of us laugh as I smack her in the knee and struggle to my feet. As my vision swims and my inner ear briefly forgets which way is up, I think I might have been a little too lazy. Instantly, there are slender, strong arms around my waist and I'm held close.
"Whoa girl," Sara exclaims and grips me tight as my brain and body reestablish communication. "You okay?"
Lightheaded, I cling to this treasured new friend and abruptly realize that I have never been this close to another woman outside of Calleigh.
And never dressed like this…
Guiltily aroused, I pull away and rub my eyes. "Yeah, I'm okay. I think I just had too much sun." Patting Sara's arm awkwardly, I move off to drop a quick kiss on Calleigh and escape. "Just give me a few minutes to shower and change."
My mind is awhirl with conflicting signals. I'm not attracted to Sara! I'm not!
But a favored quote from Shakespeare mocks me.
The lady doth protest too much.
++ Sofia ++
"Hey Sar," I call to my confused-looking lover and she obediently trots over. "Could you go check with Karl or EJ to see if we need to do anything special to get in late? Y'know, just in case we get in late."
"Sure," she replies and I hope that slightly weirded-out look on her face fades quickly. Grabbing her hand, I tug her into my lap to be kissed and fussed over before sending her off.
That leaves Calleigh and me alone. Nonchalantly, I turn my head to her and casually say, "so, you caught that, huh?"
There's a distinctly wicked glint in Calleigh's smile as she settles herself more comfortably in the seat. "Perhaps. But you can't blame Natalia for being curious. Neither of the brunettes had the chance to explore before us."
There's no censure in her tone, so I feel no need to bristle, though I certainly see her point. "Be sexy to watch."
Green eyes ponder me seriously for such a long moment that I wish I hadn't said it. Then Calleigh Duquesne surprises me once again by chuckling heartily, the sound morphing into a full-throated, delighted laugh. In moments we are both cracking up at the sudden twist in this group of friendships.
When we do finally wind down, Calleigh is sprawled limply back in her seat and I am perversely reminded of our fling in Miami. "It would be sexy," she comments thoughtfully and stretches luxuriously. "I need to make a habit of doing this on a regular basis."
"What?" I tease. "Screwing off? Or making dirty jokes about our girlfriends?"
Her sour look makes me giggle again. "Smartass," she admonishes primly and I dissolve into laughter again.
Sara's look of unfettered curiosity when she returns is enough to set us off once again.
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