Girl Like That | Greta/Vicky-T | NC-17 | ~2100 words
Girl Like That
Greta/VickyT | NC-17 | 2100 words
Vicky-T is waiting for her in the hotel room.
Thanks to theaerosolkid for betaing.
For airgiodslv, ♥ ♥ ♥.
Vicky-T is waiting for her in the hotel room. Greta exclaims, "Victoria!" as she opens the door, then quickly looks over both of her shoulders to make sure that there's no one else in the hallway. Not that Vicky-T's some big secret, but when people hear that Vicky-T's coming to visit, Bob disappears in the bathroom with the door locked for a long time, and Darren gets all eager and wants to talk (like Greta's actually giving away details), and Jesse seems to think that asking repeatedly is a good way to change someone's mind about having a threesome, and Brendon gets this completely overwhelmed, faraway look in his eyes and has to find somewhere to sit down, and all in all it's just easier if no one knows that Vicky-T is coming for a visit.
Vicky-T sits at the desk in the corner of the room, with all of the lights turned off expect for the lamp on the desk. Greta turns on the main room lights after she toes off her shoes. Victoria likes sitting in the dark, but Greta always wants hotel room as brightly lit as possible.
"Sorry I didn't make it to your set," Vicky-T says. "My flight was delayed; I didn't get out of the airport until after nine."
"S'okay," Greta says. She has washed off her make-up, but her hair is still curled, free now from her ponytail. "Tonight wasn't great anyway. I think that Bob's getting sick. He said his throat was sore."
"You too?" Vicky-T asks. One of her legs is crossed over the over, thighs pressed close together and skirt falling away to reveal even more skin. Greta wonders if Vicky-T was sitting on the plane like that, imagines someone watching her from across the isle and feels smug.
"No," Greta says, unzipping her hoody. "I'm feeling good." She looks straight at Vicky-T and grins. Vicky-T uncrosses her legs, then spreads them as Greta steps in closer, leaning down to kiss her on the lips. Greta ends the contact before it goes any further than one closed mouth kiss.
Vicky-T tilts her head up, opening her eyes slowly. Greta stays bent over, looking down, and loops her arms around Victoria's neck so that she can stretch in even closer. The deep purple along Vicky-T's lower lash line is shimmery, and there's a dark smudge just at the corners of each eye from her mascara. Greta thinks that maybe Vicky-T did an interview before flying over, because it looks like she's wearing camera makeup.
"I only just got here," Vicky-T says. "Haven't had time for a smoke yet. Have you got a balcony?"
Greta walks to the other side of the room and pulls back the blinds. There isn't a balcony, but there's a large window. The room is nonsmoking, so it's better than nothing. Victoria pulls a lighter and a pack of cigarettes out of her purse, then leaves her purse on the table.
Greta stands beside her in front of the open window. It's warm outside, but not so much as to need air conditioning, and Greta thinks that she'll leave the window open afterwards.
Vicky-T lights a cigarette, then says, "You want?" She passes it over to Greta when Greta nods, then pulls another out of the pack. Greta doesn't smoke, except sometimes when Vicky-T's visiting. Mostly Greta just likes to watch Vicky-T.
Vicky-T inhales, then leaves the hand holding the cigarette dangling out of the window as she exhales slowly. Greta inhales as well, but the smoke doesn't leave her mouth in a tiny stream the same as it does Victoria's mouth. At least she doesn't start coughing.
Greta finishes her smoke before Vicky-T does, and turns away from the window to lean against the wall, facing Victoria. Vicky-T's watching something on the street below them, but when she notices Greta, she smiles, slow and a little bit dirty. Greta watches her mouth as she takes one last drag before dropping the butt, which floats down to the ground.
"That's better," Vicky-T says, and her voice is low and a little rough, but not as rough as it will be once Greta's done tonight.
This time, Greta lingers when she leans in for a kiss. Vicky-T is taller, and Greta has to tug until Vicky-T bends her knees and the angle changes to something more comfortable. Victoria's lips are soft and her mouth is firm, and when Greta nips at her lower lip, Vicky-T leans in even closer.
The first time Greta put on the strap on, she turned off all the lights and told Vicky-T that she had to keep her eyes closed, and even then she felt self-conscious. Right up until the point where Vicky-T twisted her hands above her head, fingers banging into the wall, her voice rasping over ever syllable as she whispered, "Please, please."
Greta still likes privacy when she fastens the harness on, but now when she comes out of the bathroom, she make sure that Vicky-T's looking at her, fingers circling the base of the dildo. The silicon bounces with every step that Greta takes, and she has to fight the urge to jut her hips out make it wiggle. Not that she can't still fuck Vicky-T, even once she starts giggling -- Greta likes fucking her while she's laughing because then she gets to hear the sounds change into something more desperate -- but that's not what she's looking for tonight.
Victoria sits on the bed, propped up against the pillows. When she sees Greta, she folds forward, crawling closer to the edge of the bed, sitting back on her ankles and waiting for Greta to come closer. Greta strokes a hand through her hair, can't resist thrusting her hips so that the dildo knocks against Vicky-T's knee. She drags her fingers through Vicky-T's hair until she gets to the back of her head, then grabs a fistful, pulling slowly backwards until Vicky-T's head tips back. Greta grazes their noses together, but doesn't go in for a kiss.
The bed squeaks when Victoria shifts, spreading her knees so that Greta's hand can slide up under her skirt. Greta touches her through her panties first, then hooks a finger under the elastic to pull the material aside. Soft, wet skin, and when Greta rubs her index finger up and down, Vicky-T's hips arch forward and Greta's finger slides in easily.
Greta's movement is restricted by the angle, so she can't do much with her finger, just wiggle a little and start to open Vicky-T up. It's harder to get the second finger inside, so Greta pulls her fingers out, pausing to rub against Vicky-T's clit before pulling her hand out of her underwear. Vicky-T stays where she is on the bed, looking up at Greta, until Greta curves her hand around Vicky-T's ribcage and says, "Lie down."
Vicky-T scoots back on the bed, pausing when Greta hops up as well, then settling when her head is up on the pillows. Greta shuffles forward until she's straddling Vicky-T's thighs, then bends and pulls her shirt down so that she can mouth at Vicky-T's nipples. Vicky-T arches, then makes little, "Ah, ah," sounds, her thighs flexing against Greta's weight and trying to spread further open. Greta licks one nipple with quick little flicks of her tongue while she circles the other one with her thumb. Victoria goes silent with that, holding her breath, before shaking her way through exhaling.
"Come on," she says quietly, twisting under Greta. Greta sets her teeth into her skin, but moves down the bed afterwards.
Once Greta moves off of her legs, Vicky-T-'s thighs spread, opening as Greta settles between them. They both laugh as Greta pulls her panties down, getting caught over her spread knees. Vicky-T moves one leg up, then the other, and Greta drops the underwear behind herself, at the edge of the bed. She runs both hands up Vicky-T's smooth legs and considers taking off her skirt, before deciding against it. She'll get Vicky-T naked for round two; by then she'll have worked up a sweat anyway.
Now that Victoria's lying down, it's easier for her to take Greta's fingers. Greta slides two inside, then curls and strokes strokes strokes until Vicky-T starts writhing. Greta flips her skirt up, leaning down to lick over Vicky-T's clit, hard under Greta's soft tongue. Greta keeps curling her fingers and licking right over Vicky-T's clit until Vicky-T says, "Shit, ah. I'm going to-- Do you want--" and Greta pulls her mouth away.
Vicky-T breaths in huge, shuddery gulps of air, and Greta can feel her clenching around her fingers, tight all over as Vicky-T tries to pull back from the edge of orgasm. While Vicky-T pants, Greta spits into her other hand and rubs slick along the dildo. She leaves her fingers inside of Vicky-T as she lines the toy up, holding her open until she can replace her fingers with the dildo.
Greta keeps her hand around the base at first, guiding the dildo in small little pushes forward, more careful with it in her hand than she can be when she's just using her hips. Vicky-T goes quiet and still while she gets used to it, and Greta slowly works up to a easier slide, not pushing in too deep, but trying to find the angle that hits Vicky-T's g-spot.
Greta waits until Vicky-T is gasping, then starts fucking her in earnest. It's hard to move her hips like this, would be easier if Greta pulled Vicky-T to the edge of the bed and stood between her legs, instead of holding up her own weight as she ruts on top of Vicky-T. Greta briefly considers moving, but when she's like this, she's close enough to smell Vicky-T's skin and Vicky-T was already close before she started fucking her, Greta thinks she can last long enough like to get Vicky-T off.
Vicky-T can come just from being fucked but it takes a long time and more speed than Greta's fucking her with right now. Instead, Greta presses her palm flat over Vicky-T's pelvis and reaches her thumb down to press onto Vicky-T's clit. She wiggles it back and forth, digging in harder than she means to, but Vicky-T's making short, sharp noises now, her hips snapping up to meet Greta's, and it's not long before she goes silent when she starts to come, loud as she thrashes through the aftershocks. Greta leaves her thumb where it is, pushing down, but not rubbing, and keeps her hips angled forward to hold the dildo inside of Vicky-T so that she has something to clench around.
Vicky-T's still shaking when she reaches for Greta, and Greta wants the harness off now because the friction against her clit is never quite enough, but fuck if she isn't soaked and aching to come.
Vicky-T helps her with the buckles-- neither of their hands are especially steady right now-- and Greta pushes Vicky-T back onto the bed, crawling forward until she's straddling Vicky-T's shoulders, lowering her cunt down so that she can feel Vicky-T's tongue. Greta doesn't love the strain on her thighs when she's like this, but she wants Vicky-T's tongue now, and she wants Vicky-T's tongue to be exactly where she wants it to be right now, and she wants to rock onto her face until the rhythm is what she wants it to be, and when Greta comes, she starts shaking so hard that she has to flop down onto the mattress because she's worried that she's going to smother Vicky-T if she keeps rubbing herself off through the aftershock.
"See," Greta mutters, shivery and twitchy all over, but already reaching for Vicky-T's clothing. "Now it'll feel really awesome to be naked."
Vicky-T gives her a puzzled look -- Right, that conversation happened inside of Greta's head -- but she still says, "Yeah," and pushes her hips off the bed so that Greta can slide she skirt off.
Once she's got Vicky-T naked, Greta snuggles up beside her and reaches one hand down to slide her fingers against Vicky-T's wet skin. She likes fingering Vicky-T after Vicky-T's been fucked, because she's still all sensitive, still all wet, and sometimes Greta can coax her open with four fingers.
Victoria shifts to make a better angle for Greta's hand. "You can rest for a minute," Vicky-T says. Greta can smell herself on Vicky-T's face, can smell Vicky-T on her other hand. "I'm here all night," Vicky-T finishes.
Greta's body is thrumming in that really aware kind of way, and she thinks that she wants to come again, pretty soon.
"Yeah," Greta says, "but I've got big plans."