A Way With Words
Title: A Way With Words
Pairing: Alicia Washington/Nathaniel Taylor/Ayani Taylor
Rating: R
Word Count: 3100
Genre: Fluff, PWP
Spoilers: None
Summary: The woman had no idea what she was challenging.
Author's Note: Mwahaha! Gift fic for zapf_chancery :D! Because she can't escape my love!
Olive green eyes observed with a quiet reservation that momentarily took Alicia Washington off guard. She looked up from her plate, knowing she was very well giving the older woman an in. "Ayani?" she asked when she still received nothing more than a look of calculation.
"There's something different…" she muttered, loud enough for the younger woman to hear, low enough for there to be an understanding that she was still thinking. Still trying to pin point exactly what it was that was different about her friend. She could sense it as soon as the woman made it through her door. A smile too wide, an embrace that lasted a moment too long; a kiss firmer than it needed to be. Small things that could be over looked- would have been over looked- had she not known her friend well enough, that set off warning bells.
Wash blinked, sat straighter in her chair. "Different?" Indeed there was something different. Not two weeks ago, she and Nathaniel were assigned to take a unit into enemy territory to attempt a negotiation. They were refused, shut down and attacked faster than they really had time to prepare for. Bullets had flown in every direction, one grazing her side, one skimming Nathaniel's cheek. They lost two men that day. Losses that were mourned, taken to heart. They'd been good boys with so much potential. Everything was laid on a line then, everything she knew, everything she geld dear to her was almost lost on her. It was a cold hard fact that this war was soon to be inevitable and her feeling about it was turning more and more sour.
Although Nathaniel and Alicia tried to keep Ayani as far from the tainted truth as possible, the woman was ever observant, saw everything through the people she loved whether it was a direct image of the horrors or not. She saw the after effects of what war did to those she loved. She hated it, despised it with more than she could really convey. But this was them. This was their career and they were damn good at it. "Yes, different. Did something happen?"
Of course something happened, the woman didn't even really need to ask. Alicia, try as she might, couldn't lie. Hated lying. It wouldn't help her anyways, Ayani would pick up on it in an instant. "Nothing to worry over, ma'am."
Ayani hummed, the sound coming out strained, displeased. She folded her hands on the table, pushing her own half finished plate away from her. Wash lowered her gaze back to her plate and continued eating. She had nothing else to say. Nothing else she wanted to say. "I'm not an idiot, lieutenant, I would appreciate it if you didn't treat me as such."
A pause and her dark head slowly lifted to meet Ayani's gaze once more. "That wasn't my intention, ma'am." It was times like these the young woman wished she and Nathaniel had leave at the same time. She was easier to break than Nathaniel where this woman was involved. She just… couldn't say no to her. At least with Nathaniel here, she had a buffer. A shield to hide behind when Ayani was about to break through.
"Did Nathaniel tell you not to tell me?" she asked. Usually she wouldn't be as curious. Usually she would see their pain and do what she could to ease it without asking questions. This time felt different. This time felt like it could have been the end of the two people she loved. It felt like something awful was coming and she was being left in the dark to feel it blindly. She would admit it was unlike her to push for these answers but it there was one thing she believed in, it was trusting your instincts and every nerve ending on her being was flaring a red flag. It worried her more than she could tell.
"It was a mutual agreement." A tight smile and hard gaze had Alicia's jaw clenching, her appetite vanishing. They stared at one another, one expectant, the other closed off. With a defeated sigh, Ayani leaned back in her chair, her look turning from hard and cold to openly pleading. As much as the medic wished to tell Ayani what happened, to get it off her chest, to have a reassurance that what happened wasn't in some way her fault (perhaps if she'd been more aware she would have seen the signs, could have protected her boys) she couldn't bring the woman into that world. It was too ugly, too unworthy of her. "I can't." Alicia's voice was borderline pleading. Asking her to stop prying, to stop the turmoil within her.
Standing from the table, Wash grabbed her plate and made to toss the food she didn't eat into the garbage when Ayani stood right after her, rounded to her side of the table and placed a hand on her arm. "Don't worry about it, Alicia. Sit back down." The kitchen, as awful as it sounded, was Ayani's domain. The place she felt in control. Nothing burned without her knowledge, no one hurt themselves with knives or hot water while she was there. She was a force that prevented injury at all costs even if it was in a place so familiar, even if it was an injury as small as a scratch. This she could oversee, when they were out there, she was nothing more than a wife- a dear friend- worrying over each possible scenario until the next time she was called by Nathaniel or Alicia.
Auburn hair fell into a perfectly shaped face, covered her eyes a moment as she leaned down to grab the younger woman's plate, her order of sitting back down, ignored. Alicia watched Ayani make her way to the garbage and when her back was turned to face the sink, Alicia made her way to the woman slowly, silently.
"Ayani." the one word was a plead, a promise. A proclamation of affection. Alicia's arms encircled the older woman's waist as she placed her forehead on the politician's shoulder.
"It feels different this time." Ayani confessed quietly, knowing her serious behaviour would cause worry from the lieutenant. So often it was the auburn haired woman comforting, trying to make a dire situation seem not as morbid, at least for a little while. The roles were reversed for the time being, allowing Alicia to be the wall to lean on, the pedestal to stand on.
A kiss to Ayani's shoulder, a squeeze around her body. "I know."
~
Amber eyes opened in the dark room, tired and groggy. Glancing at the clock beside her bed, she read it was half past three in the morning. An awful time to wake up, an awful time to realize something was amiss. Wash's senses throbbed at her, telling her something was off- a disturbance within the house that wasn't usually present. With as much stealth as she could manage, Alicia rose from the bed and silently opened the door to her room and listened for movement.
Nothing.
Making her way down the stairs, the medic spotted Ayani on the couch, staring at nothing in particular with her back to the young woman. Wash said nothing, merely came further into the room, making sure to step a little heavier so her friend knew she was approaching. When Wash was close enough, she placed her hands on Ayani's shoulders. "It's late." The politician merely hummed in answer and stayed where she was. "Come to bed." Whether or not it was a demand or a request was lost on the both of them. It was usually Ayani to make such an absurd yet appropriate request. It was usually Ayani to trail one of her hands down the younger woman's arm until their hands linked. Now it was Alicia mimicking the motions she found to be so endearing, soothing. Moving. With a tug, she had Ayani on her feet.
Green searched brown for a moment; for what, Alicia wasn't sure but she returned the gaze willingly, refusing to glance away until the older woman nodded, seemingly finding what she was looking for. "Stay with me tonight." The plead was in her eyes, the demand strong in her tone. Alicia couldn't deny either. Together they walked to Ayani's room, a path they'd followed many times over, each step familiar; the intentions behind each soft pad of their feet, foreign. Alicia followed Ayani onto the mattress and drew the blankets over them, finally being the strong mountain for Ayani to rest on. Whether the auburn haired woman liked it or not, their roles switched, at least for the time being. Wash held no illusions that she would need her politician again in the near future.
As soon as Wash's back hit the mattress, Ayani was on her, her chest pressed against the side of her, lips seeking, searching. A tilt of her head towards the older woman and their lips met in a slow, drawn out kiss. Despite Wash's tongue seeking and stroking along Ayani's there was no desire behind it. No frenzy of lust or urgency behind their kiss. It was just them, dear friends with emotions needing a far better outlet than what tears of frustration had to offer. Moments passed and finally they parted, a lazy smile on Ayani's lips. "Better?" Wash asked and received an arm over her midsection with a hum close to amusement in response.
"Ask me again in the morning."
A small smirk graced the lieutenant's lips. "Yes, ma'am."
~
The morning, Ayani decided, was a damn good one.
It was determined by the hands snaking up her torso under her shirt to cup her breasts. A gentle squeeze and she was arching, her eyes opening to make contact with amber iris'. "Morning, Ayani." Wash dipped her head down, her lips grazing the skin of her neck, light nips and teasing bites accompanied the light touches.
"Alicia." Ayani managed, unable to focus on a proper response with Alicia's mouth doing wonderful things to her neck, tanned hands teasing and tweaking her nipples all at once.
"Got a surprise for you." she murmured and smirked, knowing the older woman could feel it over her skin. "Came in this morning." As if on cue, the bed dipped beside them. Her head turned in time for Nathaniel to capture her lips in a bruising kiss. A kiss of promise, undying affection, desire. He gave his wife no time to register his return, he gave her no time to feel anything other than desire for him and what he had to offer.
"Ayani." he breathed and in that one word, his love for her was proclaimed. He'd missed her, he'd missed them. Again the chance to say something, anything, was lost as Wash claimed her lips, softer this time. She was in no rush, the hurry long forgotten. It was just the three of them together, always together. For her- Ayani- and for each other.
As Alicia worked Ayani's lips, Nathaniel slid his hands up and down his wife's torso, briefly cupping her breasts, firmly gliding his hands back down to her hips. He watched as Ayani fisted a hand in Wash's hair while the other clutched the medic's arm in response to his ministrations. Interesting.
Nathaniel ran his hands lower until he reached her core and teasingly swiped his thumb over her clit, tauntingly delved a finger into her and pulled out, purposely making it unsatisfying. A small growl from the older woman and the medic was pulled flush over her chest from the side to allow for Ayani to find purchase with the younger woman. A tanned hand slid over Ayani's side to cup her pale breast, squeeze and tweak.
Taylor dipped his head down and gave Ayani's hardened clit an open mouthed kiss. "Missed you." he murmured, emphasising it with a firm lick right after. Her only answer was a thrust up of her hips into his mouth, a small whimper muffled by Alicia's lips. The moment it was out, Wash was smirking, pulling away from the politician to teasingly nip at Ayani's lips.
"Come on, sir, I know you're a bit rusty from being away a bit longer than usual but that was pathetic." Her voice was teasing, her smirk reaching her wicked gaze. "Make her scream." the command was usually his. This position of power, of having the lead, was always his. It appeared his loyal lieutenant had taken the reins. Well, he thought to himself, giving her a look of dangerous promise, he'd just have to take them back. Were she a lesser woman, a lesser soldier, it would have made her flinch. It made her raise a brow, call him on his bluff for later.
The woman had no idea what she was challenging.
"Make her scream, you say?" Nathaniel sat up but kept his hands on Ayani's thighs, trailing up and down her skin. "Perhaps you should guide me, lieutenant."
"I'm sure you can figure it out."
"Maybe. But that wouldn't be very exciting for our woman, now would it?"
Wash looked back down at Ayani, her expression growing more and more annoyed with each passing second that they stalled. "Would you want that, Ayani?" Alicia asked, running both hands over her pale chest. Ayani arched into her touch, seeking friction. Seeking something that would offer her more than what she was getting at the moment. "Would you like it if I told your husband how to touch you?" she asked, her sudden boldness within the bedroom a new intoxicating role that had Ayani's eyes flashing with desire, Nathaniel's fingers digging into her skin. Alicia's fingers never ceased their movements, even as Ayani moaned an affirmative 'yes'.
With her eyes on Ayani, she spoke. "Put two fingers in her, one at a time." the auburn haired woman arched. "Curl them." her eyes fluttered. "Move them in and out." On the first try- some would say a lucky try- Nathaniel hit her spot and massaged it until his wife was gasping, bucking into his hand desperately to try and meet him. Wash placed a hand on her abdomen and pushed down, effectively rendering Ayani motionless. "Suck on her, Nathaniel." Alicia's voice was rough with sexual arousal. Seeing Ayani's expression, hearing her moans grow in frequency and volume was enough to set her own nerves aflame.
Wash trailed kisses and playful nips down Ayani's neck as she spoke. "Now, fuck her until she's screaming for you." her words were hers, but so foreign to each of them. It was a surprising change but not unwelcome. In fact, it was a thrill. Her tone low and seductive, her words crude yet said in a manner that sent shivers down Ayani's spine, made Nathaniel's cock twitch.
"Yes, ma'am." he rasped, and spread Ayani wide. He positioned her legs over his hips and hiked one thigh up higher as he slid inside. Ayani grabbed the bed sheets, Alicia's hair and moaned loudly. Better, Wash thought, but not enough. He was seated deep, he pulled out and slid back in hard. The catch in her breath wasn't lost on either of her soldiers.
"More." Alicia demanded of him, making her way down the column of Ayani's neck once more, over her collarbones to the older woman's breasts. She took a nipple in her mouth, flicking the peak with her tongue, nibbling it with her lips, dragging her teeth gently over it. The fist in her hair tightened and it was all Alicia could do to keep from rolling her eyes closed at the sensation. Upon his field medic's command, he pulled out faster, rammed back in harder, deeper. "Put effort into it, sir."
"Shut the hell up, Wash." he groaned, the feeling of his wife wrapped so deliciously around him enough to make his demand sound weak, half hearted.
"That an order?" she asked, knowing how maddening this was for him. Having to concentrate between bringing Ayani her orgasm and the taunting jabs Wash threw at him.
"Keep talking, lieutenant, I dare you." he ground out, thrusting particularly hard, drawing out an impressive cry from writhing woman underneath them.
Wash merely hummed, knowing when she was going to be overthrown, defeated in the sexually cruellest of ways. They'd done it to her before and she sure as hell wasn't going to put it past them to do it again. Instead of further taunting him, Wash trailed one of her hands down between their bodies and used two fingers to circle over Ayani's clit. Louder and louder her moans rang throughout the room; faster and faster he thrust into her, needing her to reach her end.
Alicia's mouth moved from Ayani's nipple, back up to her lips. Wash delved her tongue in Ayani's open mouth to toy with her tongue a moment, before moving to her ear. "Come for him, Ayani." a shaky grunt from the woman nearing her release made Wash hum. "That's an order." For all Ayani's defiance and bravado, she wouldn't deny an order like that.
With a scream rivalling close to Alicia's pitch, Ayani came apart around Nathaniel, pulsed and milked him. Needing him to come within her. Instead, Nathaniel stayed perfectly still, his head tipped back, his eyes closed. Each of his muscles flexing as Ayani's inner walls gripped him tightly, over and over, coaxing him out of himself. A final arch and she was done, so completely sated all she could do for a few moments was lay there and pant, struggle to catch her breath.
Nathaniel pulled out and allowed Wash to give Ayani one more kiss before he shifted to his lieutenant's side, gripped her ankles and jerked her to him. Her gasp made him grin wolfishly at her as he pinned her hands beside her head and dipped his lips down to hers.
"What was that about 'putting effort into it', Wash?" he didn't give her time to answer, he merely allowed her enough time to wrap her legs around his waist as he delved in, bringing forth a harsh moan from the young woman beneath him. "Mmm, I do believe you also said something about 'getting rusty'." another hard thrust and her moan turned into a sharp gasp. He intended to take her until her voice turned hoarse from the sounds he strived to bring forth from her. Alicia Washington toyed with fire, and now she was about to get a taste of it's power, a lick of it's lust ridden burn.
Pairing: Alicia Washington/Nathaniel Taylor/Ayani Taylor
Rating: R
Word Count: 3100
Genre: Fluff, PWP
Spoilers: None
Summary: The woman had no idea what she was challenging.
Author's Note: Mwahaha! Gift fic for zapf_chancery :D! Because she can't escape my love!
Olive green eyes observed with a quiet reservation that momentarily took Alicia Washington off guard. She looked up from her plate, knowing she was very well giving the older woman an in. "Ayani?" she asked when she still received nothing more than a look of calculation.
"There's something different…" she muttered, loud enough for the younger woman to hear, low enough for there to be an understanding that she was still thinking. Still trying to pin point exactly what it was that was different about her friend. She could sense it as soon as the woman made it through her door. A smile too wide, an embrace that lasted a moment too long; a kiss firmer than it needed to be. Small things that could be over looked- would have been over looked- had she not known her friend well enough, that set off warning bells.
Wash blinked, sat straighter in her chair. "Different?" Indeed there was something different. Not two weeks ago, she and Nathaniel were assigned to take a unit into enemy territory to attempt a negotiation. They were refused, shut down and attacked faster than they really had time to prepare for. Bullets had flown in every direction, one grazing her side, one skimming Nathaniel's cheek. They lost two men that day. Losses that were mourned, taken to heart. They'd been good boys with so much potential. Everything was laid on a line then, everything she knew, everything she geld dear to her was almost lost on her. It was a cold hard fact that this war was soon to be inevitable and her feeling about it was turning more and more sour.
Although Nathaniel and Alicia tried to keep Ayani as far from the tainted truth as possible, the woman was ever observant, saw everything through the people she loved whether it was a direct image of the horrors or not. She saw the after effects of what war did to those she loved. She hated it, despised it with more than she could really convey. But this was them. This was their career and they were damn good at it. "Yes, different. Did something happen?"
Of course something happened, the woman didn't even really need to ask. Alicia, try as she might, couldn't lie. Hated lying. It wouldn't help her anyways, Ayani would pick up on it in an instant. "Nothing to worry over, ma'am."
Ayani hummed, the sound coming out strained, displeased. She folded her hands on the table, pushing her own half finished plate away from her. Wash lowered her gaze back to her plate and continued eating. She had nothing else to say. Nothing else she wanted to say. "I'm not an idiot, lieutenant, I would appreciate it if you didn't treat me as such."
A pause and her dark head slowly lifted to meet Ayani's gaze once more. "That wasn't my intention, ma'am." It was times like these the young woman wished she and Nathaniel had leave at the same time. She was easier to break than Nathaniel where this woman was involved. She just… couldn't say no to her. At least with Nathaniel here, she had a buffer. A shield to hide behind when Ayani was about to break through.
"Did Nathaniel tell you not to tell me?" she asked. Usually she wouldn't be as curious. Usually she would see their pain and do what she could to ease it without asking questions. This time felt different. This time felt like it could have been the end of the two people she loved. It felt like something awful was coming and she was being left in the dark to feel it blindly. She would admit it was unlike her to push for these answers but it there was one thing she believed in, it was trusting your instincts and every nerve ending on her being was flaring a red flag. It worried her more than she could tell.
"It was a mutual agreement." A tight smile and hard gaze had Alicia's jaw clenching, her appetite vanishing. They stared at one another, one expectant, the other closed off. With a defeated sigh, Ayani leaned back in her chair, her look turning from hard and cold to openly pleading. As much as the medic wished to tell Ayani what happened, to get it off her chest, to have a reassurance that what happened wasn't in some way her fault (perhaps if she'd been more aware she would have seen the signs, could have protected her boys) she couldn't bring the woman into that world. It was too ugly, too unworthy of her. "I can't." Alicia's voice was borderline pleading. Asking her to stop prying, to stop the turmoil within her.
Standing from the table, Wash grabbed her plate and made to toss the food she didn't eat into the garbage when Ayani stood right after her, rounded to her side of the table and placed a hand on her arm. "Don't worry about it, Alicia. Sit back down." The kitchen, as awful as it sounded, was Ayani's domain. The place she felt in control. Nothing burned without her knowledge, no one hurt themselves with knives or hot water while she was there. She was a force that prevented injury at all costs even if it was in a place so familiar, even if it was an injury as small as a scratch. This she could oversee, when they were out there, she was nothing more than a wife- a dear friend- worrying over each possible scenario until the next time she was called by Nathaniel or Alicia.
Auburn hair fell into a perfectly shaped face, covered her eyes a moment as she leaned down to grab the younger woman's plate, her order of sitting back down, ignored. Alicia watched Ayani make her way to the garbage and when her back was turned to face the sink, Alicia made her way to the woman slowly, silently.
"Ayani." the one word was a plead, a promise. A proclamation of affection. Alicia's arms encircled the older woman's waist as she placed her forehead on the politician's shoulder.
"It feels different this time." Ayani confessed quietly, knowing her serious behaviour would cause worry from the lieutenant. So often it was the auburn haired woman comforting, trying to make a dire situation seem not as morbid, at least for a little while. The roles were reversed for the time being, allowing Alicia to be the wall to lean on, the pedestal to stand on.
A kiss to Ayani's shoulder, a squeeze around her body. "I know."
~
Amber eyes opened in the dark room, tired and groggy. Glancing at the clock beside her bed, she read it was half past three in the morning. An awful time to wake up, an awful time to realize something was amiss. Wash's senses throbbed at her, telling her something was off- a disturbance within the house that wasn't usually present. With as much stealth as she could manage, Alicia rose from the bed and silently opened the door to her room and listened for movement.
Nothing.
Making her way down the stairs, the medic spotted Ayani on the couch, staring at nothing in particular with her back to the young woman. Wash said nothing, merely came further into the room, making sure to step a little heavier so her friend knew she was approaching. When Wash was close enough, she placed her hands on Ayani's shoulders. "It's late." The politician merely hummed in answer and stayed where she was. "Come to bed." Whether or not it was a demand or a request was lost on the both of them. It was usually Ayani to make such an absurd yet appropriate request. It was usually Ayani to trail one of her hands down the younger woman's arm until their hands linked. Now it was Alicia mimicking the motions she found to be so endearing, soothing. Moving. With a tug, she had Ayani on her feet.
Green searched brown for a moment; for what, Alicia wasn't sure but she returned the gaze willingly, refusing to glance away until the older woman nodded, seemingly finding what she was looking for. "Stay with me tonight." The plead was in her eyes, the demand strong in her tone. Alicia couldn't deny either. Together they walked to Ayani's room, a path they'd followed many times over, each step familiar; the intentions behind each soft pad of their feet, foreign. Alicia followed Ayani onto the mattress and drew the blankets over them, finally being the strong mountain for Ayani to rest on. Whether the auburn haired woman liked it or not, their roles switched, at least for the time being. Wash held no illusions that she would need her politician again in the near future.
As soon as Wash's back hit the mattress, Ayani was on her, her chest pressed against the side of her, lips seeking, searching. A tilt of her head towards the older woman and their lips met in a slow, drawn out kiss. Despite Wash's tongue seeking and stroking along Ayani's there was no desire behind it. No frenzy of lust or urgency behind their kiss. It was just them, dear friends with emotions needing a far better outlet than what tears of frustration had to offer. Moments passed and finally they parted, a lazy smile on Ayani's lips. "Better?" Wash asked and received an arm over her midsection with a hum close to amusement in response.
"Ask me again in the morning."
A small smirk graced the lieutenant's lips. "Yes, ma'am."
~
The morning, Ayani decided, was a damn good one.
It was determined by the hands snaking up her torso under her shirt to cup her breasts. A gentle squeeze and she was arching, her eyes opening to make contact with amber iris'. "Morning, Ayani." Wash dipped her head down, her lips grazing the skin of her neck, light nips and teasing bites accompanied the light touches.
"Alicia." Ayani managed, unable to focus on a proper response with Alicia's mouth doing wonderful things to her neck, tanned hands teasing and tweaking her nipples all at once.
"Got a surprise for you." she murmured and smirked, knowing the older woman could feel it over her skin. "Came in this morning." As if on cue, the bed dipped beside them. Her head turned in time for Nathaniel to capture her lips in a bruising kiss. A kiss of promise, undying affection, desire. He gave his wife no time to register his return, he gave her no time to feel anything other than desire for him and what he had to offer.
"Ayani." he breathed and in that one word, his love for her was proclaimed. He'd missed her, he'd missed them. Again the chance to say something, anything, was lost as Wash claimed her lips, softer this time. She was in no rush, the hurry long forgotten. It was just the three of them together, always together. For her- Ayani- and for each other.
As Alicia worked Ayani's lips, Nathaniel slid his hands up and down his wife's torso, briefly cupping her breasts, firmly gliding his hands back down to her hips. He watched as Ayani fisted a hand in Wash's hair while the other clutched the medic's arm in response to his ministrations. Interesting.
Nathaniel ran his hands lower until he reached her core and teasingly swiped his thumb over her clit, tauntingly delved a finger into her and pulled out, purposely making it unsatisfying. A small growl from the older woman and the medic was pulled flush over her chest from the side to allow for Ayani to find purchase with the younger woman. A tanned hand slid over Ayani's side to cup her pale breast, squeeze and tweak.
Taylor dipped his head down and gave Ayani's hardened clit an open mouthed kiss. "Missed you." he murmured, emphasising it with a firm lick right after. Her only answer was a thrust up of her hips into his mouth, a small whimper muffled by Alicia's lips. The moment it was out, Wash was smirking, pulling away from the politician to teasingly nip at Ayani's lips.
"Come on, sir, I know you're a bit rusty from being away a bit longer than usual but that was pathetic." Her voice was teasing, her smirk reaching her wicked gaze. "Make her scream." the command was usually his. This position of power, of having the lead, was always his. It appeared his loyal lieutenant had taken the reins. Well, he thought to himself, giving her a look of dangerous promise, he'd just have to take them back. Were she a lesser woman, a lesser soldier, it would have made her flinch. It made her raise a brow, call him on his bluff for later.
The woman had no idea what she was challenging.
"Make her scream, you say?" Nathaniel sat up but kept his hands on Ayani's thighs, trailing up and down her skin. "Perhaps you should guide me, lieutenant."
"I'm sure you can figure it out."
"Maybe. But that wouldn't be very exciting for our woman, now would it?"
Wash looked back down at Ayani, her expression growing more and more annoyed with each passing second that they stalled. "Would you want that, Ayani?" Alicia asked, running both hands over her pale chest. Ayani arched into her touch, seeking friction. Seeking something that would offer her more than what she was getting at the moment. "Would you like it if I told your husband how to touch you?" she asked, her sudden boldness within the bedroom a new intoxicating role that had Ayani's eyes flashing with desire, Nathaniel's fingers digging into her skin. Alicia's fingers never ceased their movements, even as Ayani moaned an affirmative 'yes'.
With her eyes on Ayani, she spoke. "Put two fingers in her, one at a time." the auburn haired woman arched. "Curl them." her eyes fluttered. "Move them in and out." On the first try- some would say a lucky try- Nathaniel hit her spot and massaged it until his wife was gasping, bucking into his hand desperately to try and meet him. Wash placed a hand on her abdomen and pushed down, effectively rendering Ayani motionless. "Suck on her, Nathaniel." Alicia's voice was rough with sexual arousal. Seeing Ayani's expression, hearing her moans grow in frequency and volume was enough to set her own nerves aflame.
Wash trailed kisses and playful nips down Ayani's neck as she spoke. "Now, fuck her until she's screaming for you." her words were hers, but so foreign to each of them. It was a surprising change but not unwelcome. In fact, it was a thrill. Her tone low and seductive, her words crude yet said in a manner that sent shivers down Ayani's spine, made Nathaniel's cock twitch.
"Yes, ma'am." he rasped, and spread Ayani wide. He positioned her legs over his hips and hiked one thigh up higher as he slid inside. Ayani grabbed the bed sheets, Alicia's hair and moaned loudly. Better, Wash thought, but not enough. He was seated deep, he pulled out and slid back in hard. The catch in her breath wasn't lost on either of her soldiers.
"More." Alicia demanded of him, making her way down the column of Ayani's neck once more, over her collarbones to the older woman's breasts. She took a nipple in her mouth, flicking the peak with her tongue, nibbling it with her lips, dragging her teeth gently over it. The fist in her hair tightened and it was all Alicia could do to keep from rolling her eyes closed at the sensation. Upon his field medic's command, he pulled out faster, rammed back in harder, deeper. "Put effort into it, sir."
"Shut the hell up, Wash." he groaned, the feeling of his wife wrapped so deliciously around him enough to make his demand sound weak, half hearted.
"That an order?" she asked, knowing how maddening this was for him. Having to concentrate between bringing Ayani her orgasm and the taunting jabs Wash threw at him.
"Keep talking, lieutenant, I dare you." he ground out, thrusting particularly hard, drawing out an impressive cry from writhing woman underneath them.
Wash merely hummed, knowing when she was going to be overthrown, defeated in the sexually cruellest of ways. They'd done it to her before and she sure as hell wasn't going to put it past them to do it again. Instead of further taunting him, Wash trailed one of her hands down between their bodies and used two fingers to circle over Ayani's clit. Louder and louder her moans rang throughout the room; faster and faster he thrust into her, needing her to reach her end.
Alicia's mouth moved from Ayani's nipple, back up to her lips. Wash delved her tongue in Ayani's open mouth to toy with her tongue a moment, before moving to her ear. "Come for him, Ayani." a shaky grunt from the woman nearing her release made Wash hum. "That's an order." For all Ayani's defiance and bravado, she wouldn't deny an order like that.
With a scream rivalling close to Alicia's pitch, Ayani came apart around Nathaniel, pulsed and milked him. Needing him to come within her. Instead, Nathaniel stayed perfectly still, his head tipped back, his eyes closed. Each of his muscles flexing as Ayani's inner walls gripped him tightly, over and over, coaxing him out of himself. A final arch and she was done, so completely sated all she could do for a few moments was lay there and pant, struggle to catch her breath.
Nathaniel pulled out and allowed Wash to give Ayani one more kiss before he shifted to his lieutenant's side, gripped her ankles and jerked her to him. Her gasp made him grin wolfishly at her as he pinned her hands beside her head and dipped his lips down to hers.
"What was that about 'putting effort into it', Wash?" he didn't give her time to answer, he merely allowed her enough time to wrap her legs around his waist as he delved in, bringing forth a harsh moan from the young woman beneath him. "Mmm, I do believe you also said something about 'getting rusty'." another hard thrust and her moan turned into a sharp gasp. He intended to take her until her voice turned hoarse from the sounds he strived to bring forth from her. Alicia Washington toyed with fire, and now she was about to get a taste of it's power, a lick of it's lust ridden burn.