fic ][ she was over the top and out of control
{Maybe set in howlinfor_you. Maybe binding on wereall_addicts. Idk. I took liberties so I'm not sure where it fits. Just something I had to write.}
The last time Tara had seen Sophie Devereaux hadn't really been the last time, but it was the time that mattered. It had been the time that kept her from going back again.
It wasn't a usual thing for them by far. The first was fun and exciting. It was Tara being Tara and taking control, taking something she wanted. Tara Cole was a very sexual person by nature, but it came more from a need to control and a need to have. She knew what she had and she knew what she could get with it. And she didn't use it on just anyone.
The first time with Sophie had been one thing, but then over the years it had happened a few more times. Occasionally with Tara initiating, and sometimes with Sophie coming to her. She liked it when Sophie came to her, because it made her feel like she'd started something in the other woman that only she could quell, and that turned her on more than anything else.
They had become friends. That was a feat for a woman like Tara, who tended to not let herself form those attachments, not even with people she worked with. Especially not people she worked with. But she did find herself befriending the other woman, and she found herself needing that friendship.
The last time it had happened was in Munich. It was a simple run in, same place same time. They met for drinks later in the evening to catch up and reminisce, and there was something that Sophie seemed to need, and she needed it from Tara. Tara could hardly resist.
The reminiscing had them in Sophie's hotel room, the blond pushing her into the wall as her lips devoured her neck. Tara was at her best. She was in control. There was a body there, willing and wanting, writhing, and she was taking it. There was skin and warmth and moans, and Tara was lost in it. She didn't care that this obviously had something to do with that IYS agent they had run into that night, and she didn't care that she might have been being used, she just wanted it. She wanted the need and desire that Sophie clearly had for her at the moment. It made her want the woman even more.
She felt Sophie try to angle them towards the bed, but she wasn't about to change things up. She didn't want to move, and she didn't want to relinquish her control. If Sophie wanted her, she would have to have her Tara's way. And Tara's way was pinning her to the wall harder, before letting her fingers find the one spot that made the woman forget all else. Sophie's lips tried to take hers, but Tara wouldn't meet them. She didn't want to kiss her. She wanted to watch. She wanted to watch Sophie enjoy what she had wanted Tara to do.
Hearing her name moan off of the other woman's lips was almost enough for her. Almost. It was only after Sophie came down that she let the woman push her back to the bed and take control. She needed that release far too much to fight anymore.
She looked over at Sophie after. They lay side by side on the bed, but Sophie seemed a million miles away. Something struck through Tara that she didn't quite understand, something she wasn't used to. It made her chest hurt and heave slightly. She didn't like seeing Sophie that way, and she didn't like that Sophie couldn't just be there with her. She had just given her what she wanted after all.
Her fingers reached out to touch Sophie's cheek, and the woman turned to look at her. Usually there was laughter in the afterglow. More talking. Never that. Never that gentle touch. Sophie's eyes met hers and Tara pulled her hand back.
"What?"
"Nothing," Tara replied softly. She stared into those eyes for a moment longer, then sat up quickly. It had hit her. She was jealous. And she was concerned. Two feelings that Tara Cole wasn't used to and didn't like. She knew right off that it had nothing to do with wanting anything more out of Sophie, because she didn't. She wasn't the kind of woman to want anything more. But it was in that moment that she realized she cared, and that terrified her. She cared, and she found herself wanting to roll into Sophie and do the slow and gentle kind of fuck that some women seemed to crave. The kind that reminded them they were wanted and loved. The kind that Tara didn't do.
"Tara?"
Sophie had become more than someone she worked with, more than a fun conquest. For most people the fact that they had already been friends would have meant the care was there, but Tara rebelled against it as much as she could. She accepted the woman's place in her life, accepted the friendship, but she hadn't really felt it until that moment. And she couldn't breathe in it.
She pulled herself up and gave Sophie a smile. "Gotta run, Thriller."
"So soon?"
The look in Sophie's eyes almost seemed that of disappointment, and it only made the choice to flee even firmer in Tara's mind. She nodded, but didn't resist in leaning in for a long and deep kiss. The kiss in itself was almost like a fuck to Tara, and her body started to hum for more already, but she pulled herself out of it. "I'm sorry. We'll catch up next time?"
Sophie slowly opened her eyes like she was still coming out of that kiss herself, and she nodded. "We will."
"Take care of yourself." Tara got off the bed and found her clothes, and managed her way out the door as quickly as she could make it.
***
The truly last time Tara had seen Sophie Devereaux was when she heard that Sophie was taking a break. They had seen each other a couple of times since, but only in passing. That time Tara couldn't help but track Sophie down herself.
She found Sophie backstage in a theater, and was waiting in the wings with a smirk on her face, arms crossed. Sophie walked to her with a raised brow.
"Nice rehearsal," Tara said.
"Where did you come from?"
"What the hell are you doing here?" Tara ignored the question and gazed around at their surroundings.
"Putting on a show, what does it look like?"
"You're not really done, are you?" Tara glanced over to the woman, but the question was more a statement than anything else.
"Tara..."
"Whatever. I was passing through, heard you were in town. I thought I'd confirm it for myself. It was good seeing you again. Let me know when you're...over this little stage." Her eyes rolled and she started to go, but Sophie's voice stopped her.
"Are you upset with me?"
"No. Why would I be? It's your life."
"You're right, it is." Sophie's voice was even and dry, and Tara whipped around.
"This isn't you."
"Like you know," Sophie replied sharply.
She was right. Tara didn't know. Whatever their friendship was, there were always going to be things they didn't know about each other. As similar as they were, as much as they got each other in a way no one else could; they were far from the same. That fact was something that helped Tara keep her safe distance over the years.
"It's good seeing you again," Tara said softly.
Sophie took a long breath, then nodded. "And you. You never returned my last call."
"I've been busy."
"Of course you have."
"Next time, Thriller," Tara said with a wink. She turned to go yet again, but was stopped yet again.
"And when are we going to talk about Munich?"
Tara didn't turn to look back that time. She couldn't. She knew she could hide things on her features just as well as the next grifter, but she didn't want to chance it. She took breath. "There's nothing to talk about."
"Are you sure?"
And then she felt like she had a handle on herself, so Tara glanced over her shoulder. She gave Sophie that mega-watt grin. "Next time maybe."
"Fine," Sophie replied. She slowly returned the smile. "But you owe me."
"Yeah yeah," Tara waved her off as she continued her retreat. "I owe you."
***
Sophie's words came over the line, and Tara's eyes closed with defeat.
"You owe me, Tara."
The last time Tara had seen Sophie Devereaux hadn't really been the last time, but it was the time that mattered. It had been the time that kept her from going back again.
It wasn't a usual thing for them by far. The first was fun and exciting. It was Tara being Tara and taking control, taking something she wanted. Tara Cole was a very sexual person by nature, but it came more from a need to control and a need to have. She knew what she had and she knew what she could get with it. And she didn't use it on just anyone.
The first time with Sophie had been one thing, but then over the years it had happened a few more times. Occasionally with Tara initiating, and sometimes with Sophie coming to her. She liked it when Sophie came to her, because it made her feel like she'd started something in the other woman that only she could quell, and that turned her on more than anything else.
They had become friends. That was a feat for a woman like Tara, who tended to not let herself form those attachments, not even with people she worked with. Especially not people she worked with. But she did find herself befriending the other woman, and she found herself needing that friendship.
The last time it had happened was in Munich. It was a simple run in, same place same time. They met for drinks later in the evening to catch up and reminisce, and there was something that Sophie seemed to need, and she needed it from Tara. Tara could hardly resist.
The reminiscing had them in Sophie's hotel room, the blond pushing her into the wall as her lips devoured her neck. Tara was at her best. She was in control. There was a body there, willing and wanting, writhing, and she was taking it. There was skin and warmth and moans, and Tara was lost in it. She didn't care that this obviously had something to do with that IYS agent they had run into that night, and she didn't care that she might have been being used, she just wanted it. She wanted the need and desire that Sophie clearly had for her at the moment. It made her want the woman even more.
She felt Sophie try to angle them towards the bed, but she wasn't about to change things up. She didn't want to move, and she didn't want to relinquish her control. If Sophie wanted her, she would have to have her Tara's way. And Tara's way was pinning her to the wall harder, before letting her fingers find the one spot that made the woman forget all else. Sophie's lips tried to take hers, but Tara wouldn't meet them. She didn't want to kiss her. She wanted to watch. She wanted to watch Sophie enjoy what she had wanted Tara to do.
Hearing her name moan off of the other woman's lips was almost enough for her. Almost. It was only after Sophie came down that she let the woman push her back to the bed and take control. She needed that release far too much to fight anymore.
She looked over at Sophie after. They lay side by side on the bed, but Sophie seemed a million miles away. Something struck through Tara that she didn't quite understand, something she wasn't used to. It made her chest hurt and heave slightly. She didn't like seeing Sophie that way, and she didn't like that Sophie couldn't just be there with her. She had just given her what she wanted after all.
Her fingers reached out to touch Sophie's cheek, and the woman turned to look at her. Usually there was laughter in the afterglow. More talking. Never that. Never that gentle touch. Sophie's eyes met hers and Tara pulled her hand back.
"What?"
"Nothing," Tara replied softly. She stared into those eyes for a moment longer, then sat up quickly. It had hit her. She was jealous. And she was concerned. Two feelings that Tara Cole wasn't used to and didn't like. She knew right off that it had nothing to do with wanting anything more out of Sophie, because she didn't. She wasn't the kind of woman to want anything more. But it was in that moment that she realized she cared, and that terrified her. She cared, and she found herself wanting to roll into Sophie and do the slow and gentle kind of fuck that some women seemed to crave. The kind that reminded them they were wanted and loved. The kind that Tara didn't do.
"Tara?"
Sophie had become more than someone she worked with, more than a fun conquest. For most people the fact that they had already been friends would have meant the care was there, but Tara rebelled against it as much as she could. She accepted the woman's place in her life, accepted the friendship, but she hadn't really felt it until that moment. And she couldn't breathe in it.
She pulled herself up and gave Sophie a smile. "Gotta run, Thriller."
"So soon?"
The look in Sophie's eyes almost seemed that of disappointment, and it only made the choice to flee even firmer in Tara's mind. She nodded, but didn't resist in leaning in for a long and deep kiss. The kiss in itself was almost like a fuck to Tara, and her body started to hum for more already, but she pulled herself out of it. "I'm sorry. We'll catch up next time?"
Sophie slowly opened her eyes like she was still coming out of that kiss herself, and she nodded. "We will."
"Take care of yourself." Tara got off the bed and found her clothes, and managed her way out the door as quickly as she could make it.
***
The truly last time Tara had seen Sophie Devereaux was when she heard that Sophie was taking a break. They had seen each other a couple of times since, but only in passing. That time Tara couldn't help but track Sophie down herself.
She found Sophie backstage in a theater, and was waiting in the wings with a smirk on her face, arms crossed. Sophie walked to her with a raised brow.
"Nice rehearsal," Tara said.
"Where did you come from?"
"What the hell are you doing here?" Tara ignored the question and gazed around at their surroundings.
"Putting on a show, what does it look like?"
"You're not really done, are you?" Tara glanced over to the woman, but the question was more a statement than anything else.
"Tara..."
"Whatever. I was passing through, heard you were in town. I thought I'd confirm it for myself. It was good seeing you again. Let me know when you're...over this little stage." Her eyes rolled and she started to go, but Sophie's voice stopped her.
"Are you upset with me?"
"No. Why would I be? It's your life."
"You're right, it is." Sophie's voice was even and dry, and Tara whipped around.
"This isn't you."
"Like you know," Sophie replied sharply.
She was right. Tara didn't know. Whatever their friendship was, there were always going to be things they didn't know about each other. As similar as they were, as much as they got each other in a way no one else could; they were far from the same. That fact was something that helped Tara keep her safe distance over the years.
"It's good seeing you again," Tara said softly.
Sophie took a long breath, then nodded. "And you. You never returned my last call."
"I've been busy."
"Of course you have."
"Next time, Thriller," Tara said with a wink. She turned to go yet again, but was stopped yet again.
"And when are we going to talk about Munich?"
Tara didn't turn to look back that time. She couldn't. She knew she could hide things on her features just as well as the next grifter, but she didn't want to chance it. She took breath. "There's nothing to talk about."
"Are you sure?"
And then she felt like she had a handle on herself, so Tara glanced over her shoulder. She gave Sophie that mega-watt grin. "Next time maybe."
"Fine," Sophie replied. She slowly returned the smile. "But you owe me."
"Yeah yeah," Tara waved her off as she continued her retreat. "I owe you."
***
Sophie's words came over the line, and Tara's eyes closed with defeat.
"You owe me, Tara."