Pantheon Interludes - Amy & Lucy
Pairing is Amy/Lucy, rating is NC-17, and the story is set the morning after Endgame. Enjoy!
I know you were probably expecting that, if I did do one of these for Amy and Lucy, that it would pick up post-Endgame and go from there, like Kathleen and Monica's did. That, however, would have taken WAY too long to write... and I'll admit, I wanted to do it this way. ;)
Amy Bradshaw and Lucy Diamond (aka Lucinda Reynolds) belong to Angela Robinson.
(Oh, and if you're curious, this is what Amy's talking about: http://www.everythingfurniture.com/hill-hl-khboard-and-frame-1.html )
Amy drifted slowly back to consciousness, dimly aware of a tired soreness that was spread throughout her entire body.
She was hardly going to complain, though. For one thing, said body was currently being lovingly held by Lucy, who had yet to wake up. For the other...
She grinned. She knew full well why she was so tired and sore, and wouldn't have done a damned thing differently no matter what.
Lucy had proven that she was, indeed, a woman of her word, and had her way with Amy all night long. Slow and tender love-making, hard and fast fucking (there just was no other word she could think of to call it), several different positions, several different toys, in the shower, on the bed, on the floor... After a while the orgasms had begun to blend together, and all she could say for absolutely certain was that she'd done her best to give as good as she'd gotten.
Which was probably why it was ten in the morning, she was only just waking up, and Lucy was still out cold. Though, to be fair, it had only been around four-thirty when they'd finally collapsed into sleep out of sheer exhaustion.
Bet Dominique's never even done anything like that, she mused with a smile. But it was about time to start waking herself up, as she was supposed to be meeting Jarod and her team for lunch. Lucy hadn't really wanted to come, and given that they were meeting at the academy, Amy could hardly blame her. But that meeting was at noon, which meant she had a whole two hours to kill before then...
She slipped out of Lucy's grip and slid out of the bed, wobbling briefly until her legs steadied. Where the hell had her purse ended up last night, anyway? Oh, there it was, over by the door. Picking it up, she opened it, plucked something out, then shut it and let it drop back to the floor, dismissed as no longer relevant. Stepping around the trail of discarded - and, in one or two cases, destroyed - clothing, she moved around the bed, and slowly pulled the sheet back, uncovering Lucy's glorious, unclothed form. Lucy didn't even twitch.
She did begin to stir, though, when Amy locked a handcuff ring around her right wrist. "Mrr?"
"Good morning to you, too," Amy told her, giving her a peck on the lips even as she raised both of Lucy's arms above her head to the newly installed headboard. She was so glad she'd managed to convince Lucy the old one that Kali had destroyed in her search for anything useful when she'd been there (though just what it was that she'd found there, if anything, neither she nor Lucy had said) without arousing any suspicion as to why she'd chosen that one.
"What are you...?" Lucy asked sleepily as Amy looped around one of the bars and secured Lucy's other wrist.
"I had meant to give these to you last night," Amy explained as she sat back to admire her handiwork. "But, for some reason, I got a bit... distracted."
Lucy blinked, finally waking up enough to realize that not only had Amy just handcuffed her to her own bed, but that the cuffs were diamond-studded. "You are so sweet," she said with a smile, which then faltered a bit as she tugged on one end. No good.
"Thank you. But you're not going anywhere just yet, Miss Reynolds," Amy told her, voice dropping to a seductive pitch. "Not until I'm done with you."
Lucy shivered a little, and it had nothing to do with the room temperature. "And just what is it you plan on doing?" she asked in as casual a tone as she could manage.
Amy was not fooled. "I'm going to make you scream my name so loud they'll hear you in Australia."
"Oh, you think so, do you?" She continued trying to pretend this wasn't affecting her, and Amy continued seeing through it.
"I know so."
"I thought you'd caught on by now that I don't scream."
Amy chuckled, sending another shiver down Lucy's spine. "Baby, by the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to make you scream."
"I don't beg, either."
Amy leaned closer, until their noses were all but touching. "You will," she promised.
"I don't-" The rest of her sentence was swallowed up by an inarticulate noise as Amy dipped a finger inside her and then sucked it clean, never once breaking eye contact. "That's cheating," she objected, though inwardly she was hardly complaining.
"When did I say I was going to play fair?" Amy asked innocently. "In fact..." To Lucy's surprise she actually got off the bed and, after a quick search, turned up a pair of scissors, which she used to cut the sheet she'd pulled off earlier in half. She then used each sheet half to secure Lucy's ankles to the posts at the ends of the bed, effectively immobilizing her.
Lucy could only stare at her, surprised - and very turned on - by this unexpected side to her lover. "That's better," Amy said, crawling up to seat herself between Lucy's legs. "Now, then..." She placed her hands on either side of Lucy's torso and leaned down. Lucy inhaled sharply as Amy's lips closed around her nipple, and began to moan quietly as the blonde began her torture.
Amy had learned Lucy's likes, weaknesses, and limits VERY well over the course of their relationship, and knew just how much it drove Lucy crazy when someone played with her breasts like that. She also knew exactly when to pull back to maximize the amount of frustration her lover would feel, to take her just to the edge and pull back. It was knowledge that was about to serve her very well, indeed.
The look of frustration mixed with pure lust on Lucy's face showed that she was already succeeding brilliantly. She restrained the part of herself that wanted nothing more then to bring Lucy over that edge, knowing how much more intense it would be this way. She backed up a bit, trailing feather-light kisses down Lucy's stomach, making the brunette squirm ineffectively, knowing where she was heading. Lucy jumped a little at the first lick, her body already on fire and Amy just gleefully feeding the flames, building them higher and higher. She was panting heavily as Amy's tongue slipped inside her, moaning in ecstasy as Amy sucked on her clit, and instinctively trying to pull her wrists free (and damn Amy for finding a pair of handcuffs that she couldn't slip out of, and making sure she had no tools available to help) when fingers replaced the tongue.
But every time she was just this close to going over the edge, Amy would pull back, grinning at her. "I thought I was supposed to be the bad one," she objected as she tried mightily to get her breathing under control before Amy's next assault.
"Don't recall you ever claiming exclusivity to that title," Amy replied blithely.
"But how am I supposed to return the favor when you've got me all tied up like this?" Lucy tried.
"You did that last night, remember? I'm returning the favor for that." A finger trailed along Lucy's pussy, making her twitch.
"But what about you?" Her voice was getting husky. "I hate to see you going unfulfilled, you know that."
"Yes, I'm definitely aware of how much you like full-filling me," Amy said with a smirk. She reached down and plucked something off the floor. "But you don't need to worry about me, really." There was a sudden humming noise as the vibrator sprang to life. Lucy had no idea how long she'd be able to hold onto her sanity if Amy started teasing her with that. But at least she might be able to get off quickly enough on it.
Amy's new torture of Lucy, however, was nothing so direct. Lucy couldn't stop a moan as she watched Amy tease her own nipples with the end of the vibrating machine, then trail it over and over her breasts. "What did I ever do to you to deserve this?" she asked, unable to look away, her eyes following every motion the vibrator made.
Amy grinned evilly. "Last night," she replied. "You broke my brain. So, therefore, this is all your own fault." Amy shivered with delight as she ran the tip of it down, traced a complex pattern on her stomach, then teased it over her slit. She moaned when it hit her clit, feeling like a small electric shock. The moan sounded oddly stereo, and she realized it had also come from Lucy. She didn't look away from Lucy's face while she slipped it inside her.
This, Lucy decided, had to be the most fantastically evil thing anyone had ever done to her. Any prayer she'd had for calm returning was eradicated by the show Amy was putting on for her. She wanted nothing more then to be able to touch Amy, to throw her down on the bed and ravish her wildly. If she'd thought her body was on fire before, it was nothing to the inferno raging inside her now. She almost lost it at the first groan that was pulled out of Amy as she worked the vibrator in and out of her pussy, her free hand reaching up to rub and pinch one of her nipples. She'd arranged herself so that Lucy had a close up view of everything going on, allowing her to both see and smell the evidence of Amy's arousal.
She made the mistake of looking up at Amy's face and locked eyes with her, and the intense weight of Amy's gaze hit her harder then almost everything else put together, oddly because of everything else. This, Amy was telling her, was something she was doing for Lucy, and would only ever do for Lucy.
Amy's breathing quickened, and small whimpering noises escaped her. Lucy strained at her bonds, all rational thought fleeing her, knowing only that she needed to get to Amy. Amy cried out as the orgasm hit her, and Lucy groaned loudly in wanton desire. "Amy... God..." she choked out.
Still panting, Amy fixed her with a gaze that made a joke out of any claim she'd held at pride or self-control. "Yes, Lucy?"
"...please..."
"Please, what?"
"I... I need you..."
"You need me to what?" Amy pressed, running her fingers over Lucy's stomach. Come on, Baby, you're almost there... "You want me to do something for you?"
"...yes..."
"What is it you want, then?"
"Make... make me..."
Amy finished her off by licking and sucking the vibrator clean. "Scream?" she suggested when she was done.
Lucy didn't even seem to remember what they'd talked about before. "Yes. Please?"
"Well..." Amy grinned. "All right. Since you asked me so nicely." In this state, she knew it wouldn't take much. Probably just one well-placed lick would do it.
But her Lucy deserved better then that. She started sucking hard on Lucy's clit while also jamming the still active vibrator inside her, giving Lucy what she wanted more then anything right then: a good, hard fucking.
Lucy thrashed and shouted, overwhelmed, and as what felt like all the orgasms Amy had teased her up to combined with this new one to slam into her with the force of an asteroid impact, her vision went black around the edges and she was dimly aware of a primal scream tearing its way free of her throat. It felt like it would go on forever, and part of her hoped that it would, despite knowing how impossible that was.
Eventually, of course, she did come back to herself. She was more exhausted then she could ever recall being, a bit chafed from the cuffs, and she had a wide, probably goofy-looking smile on her face. She was vaguely aware of a flash of light, but it took several seconds for her to work through exactly what that meant. "Oh, Amy, you didn't..." Her voice was barely a whisper, but Amy heard her just fine.
"But it'll go perfectly in my Lucy Diamond scrapbook!" Amy protested with a grin, dropping the camera back in her purse.
"Amy..."
She chuckled. "Don't worry, it's going right on my password-protected computer, and no one's ever managed to figure out what that password is. Besides..." She grinned again. "I had no choice. A more perfect picture I've never seen." Her tone turned contemplative as she set to untying Lucy. "Maybe I'll make it into a painting, someday."
Lucy tried to lift her arm as soon as it was free, but only managed to get it one whole inch off the bed before it wavered and fell back to the sheet, feeling as if it weighed ten thousand pounds. Amy smiled smiled at her and lowered her arms back to her sides for her. "And just where do you think you'd hang this painting?" Lucy asked faintly.
"In our bedroom, of course," Amy replied readily.
"'Our'..."
"Well, I did say 'someday'," Amy reminded her. She set the handcuffs and key down on the bedside table. "I'm going to be graduating soon, after all, which means I'll be having to move into a private residence. I'd like it if you came with me," she admitted shyly.
"So would I, but I have this sneaking suspicion I'd be arrested the minute I tried."
Amy was silent for a moment. "If that wasn't an issue, though... would you move in with me?"
"In a fucking heartbeat." Amy leaned down to kiss her sweetly. "But how...?"
"Let me worry about that. For now, though... I think you should get up so I can change the sheets."
"Should probably shower, too," Lucy agreed.
Amy raised a politely skeptical eyebrow. "I don't think there's any way you could manage to stand for that long right now," she said, feeling just a bit of pride at that.
Indeed, as it turned out, Amy had to help Lucy into the chair she'd dragged over, and even then had to stop in mid-tuck on one corner when Lucy almost slid out of it.
"Just so you know," Amy whispered into Lucy's ear once the latter was once again ensconced inbetween the fresh sheets, "that... is something I've never done before with anyone."
Lucy smiled and managed to scrape up enough energy to lean up off the bed for a kiss. "I'm honored."
"And exhausted," Amy added with a grin as she slipped back into her Endgame dress. Her ruined undergarments still littered Lucy's floor. "You get some sleep. I have to get going if I'm going to make it to lunch... and for some reason, I seem to have worked up an appetite."
Lucy chuckled faintly, her laughter soon swallowed up by a yawn. "See you later, then. Love you."
"Love you, too," Amy replied softly, then turned her comm back on and transported out.
Hope everyone liked this as much as the last one.
I know you were probably expecting that, if I did do one of these for Amy and Lucy, that it would pick up post-Endgame and go from there, like Kathleen and Monica's did. That, however, would have taken WAY too long to write... and I'll admit, I wanted to do it this way. ;)
Amy Bradshaw and Lucy Diamond (aka Lucinda Reynolds) belong to Angela Robinson.
(Oh, and if you're curious, this is what Amy's talking about: http://www.everythingfurniture.com/hill-hl-khboard-and-frame-1.html )
Amy drifted slowly back to consciousness, dimly aware of a tired soreness that was spread throughout her entire body.
She was hardly going to complain, though. For one thing, said body was currently being lovingly held by Lucy, who had yet to wake up. For the other...
She grinned. She knew full well why she was so tired and sore, and wouldn't have done a damned thing differently no matter what.
Lucy had proven that she was, indeed, a woman of her word, and had her way with Amy all night long. Slow and tender love-making, hard and fast fucking (there just was no other word she could think of to call it), several different positions, several different toys, in the shower, on the bed, on the floor... After a while the orgasms had begun to blend together, and all she could say for absolutely certain was that she'd done her best to give as good as she'd gotten.
Which was probably why it was ten in the morning, she was only just waking up, and Lucy was still out cold. Though, to be fair, it had only been around four-thirty when they'd finally collapsed into sleep out of sheer exhaustion.
Bet Dominique's never even done anything like that, she mused with a smile. But it was about time to start waking herself up, as she was supposed to be meeting Jarod and her team for lunch. Lucy hadn't really wanted to come, and given that they were meeting at the academy, Amy could hardly blame her. But that meeting was at noon, which meant she had a whole two hours to kill before then...
She slipped out of Lucy's grip and slid out of the bed, wobbling briefly until her legs steadied. Where the hell had her purse ended up last night, anyway? Oh, there it was, over by the door. Picking it up, she opened it, plucked something out, then shut it and let it drop back to the floor, dismissed as no longer relevant. Stepping around the trail of discarded - and, in one or two cases, destroyed - clothing, she moved around the bed, and slowly pulled the sheet back, uncovering Lucy's glorious, unclothed form. Lucy didn't even twitch.
She did begin to stir, though, when Amy locked a handcuff ring around her right wrist. "Mrr?"
"Good morning to you, too," Amy told her, giving her a peck on the lips even as she raised both of Lucy's arms above her head to the newly installed headboard. She was so glad she'd managed to convince Lucy the old one that Kali had destroyed in her search for anything useful when she'd been there (though just what it was that she'd found there, if anything, neither she nor Lucy had said) without arousing any suspicion as to why she'd chosen that one.
"What are you...?" Lucy asked sleepily as Amy looped around one of the bars and secured Lucy's other wrist.
"I had meant to give these to you last night," Amy explained as she sat back to admire her handiwork. "But, for some reason, I got a bit... distracted."
Lucy blinked, finally waking up enough to realize that not only had Amy just handcuffed her to her own bed, but that the cuffs were diamond-studded. "You are so sweet," she said with a smile, which then faltered a bit as she tugged on one end. No good.
"Thank you. But you're not going anywhere just yet, Miss Reynolds," Amy told her, voice dropping to a seductive pitch. "Not until I'm done with you."
Lucy shivered a little, and it had nothing to do with the room temperature. "And just what is it you plan on doing?" she asked in as casual a tone as she could manage.
Amy was not fooled. "I'm going to make you scream my name so loud they'll hear you in Australia."
"Oh, you think so, do you?" She continued trying to pretend this wasn't affecting her, and Amy continued seeing through it.
"I know so."
"I thought you'd caught on by now that I don't scream."
Amy chuckled, sending another shiver down Lucy's spine. "Baby, by the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to make you scream."
"I don't beg, either."
Amy leaned closer, until their noses were all but touching. "You will," she promised.
"I don't-" The rest of her sentence was swallowed up by an inarticulate noise as Amy dipped a finger inside her and then sucked it clean, never once breaking eye contact. "That's cheating," she objected, though inwardly she was hardly complaining.
"When did I say I was going to play fair?" Amy asked innocently. "In fact..." To Lucy's surprise she actually got off the bed and, after a quick search, turned up a pair of scissors, which she used to cut the sheet she'd pulled off earlier in half. She then used each sheet half to secure Lucy's ankles to the posts at the ends of the bed, effectively immobilizing her.
Lucy could only stare at her, surprised - and very turned on - by this unexpected side to her lover. "That's better," Amy said, crawling up to seat herself between Lucy's legs. "Now, then..." She placed her hands on either side of Lucy's torso and leaned down. Lucy inhaled sharply as Amy's lips closed around her nipple, and began to moan quietly as the blonde began her torture.
Amy had learned Lucy's likes, weaknesses, and limits VERY well over the course of their relationship, and knew just how much it drove Lucy crazy when someone played with her breasts like that. She also knew exactly when to pull back to maximize the amount of frustration her lover would feel, to take her just to the edge and pull back. It was knowledge that was about to serve her very well, indeed.
The look of frustration mixed with pure lust on Lucy's face showed that she was already succeeding brilliantly. She restrained the part of herself that wanted nothing more then to bring Lucy over that edge, knowing how much more intense it would be this way. She backed up a bit, trailing feather-light kisses down Lucy's stomach, making the brunette squirm ineffectively, knowing where she was heading. Lucy jumped a little at the first lick, her body already on fire and Amy just gleefully feeding the flames, building them higher and higher. She was panting heavily as Amy's tongue slipped inside her, moaning in ecstasy as Amy sucked on her clit, and instinctively trying to pull her wrists free (and damn Amy for finding a pair of handcuffs that she couldn't slip out of, and making sure she had no tools available to help) when fingers replaced the tongue.
But every time she was just this close to going over the edge, Amy would pull back, grinning at her. "I thought I was supposed to be the bad one," she objected as she tried mightily to get her breathing under control before Amy's next assault.
"Don't recall you ever claiming exclusivity to that title," Amy replied blithely.
"But how am I supposed to return the favor when you've got me all tied up like this?" Lucy tried.
"You did that last night, remember? I'm returning the favor for that." A finger trailed along Lucy's pussy, making her twitch.
"But what about you?" Her voice was getting husky. "I hate to see you going unfulfilled, you know that."
"Yes, I'm definitely aware of how much you like full-filling me," Amy said with a smirk. She reached down and plucked something off the floor. "But you don't need to worry about me, really." There was a sudden humming noise as the vibrator sprang to life. Lucy had no idea how long she'd be able to hold onto her sanity if Amy started teasing her with that. But at least she might be able to get off quickly enough on it.
Amy's new torture of Lucy, however, was nothing so direct. Lucy couldn't stop a moan as she watched Amy tease her own nipples with the end of the vibrating machine, then trail it over and over her breasts. "What did I ever do to you to deserve this?" she asked, unable to look away, her eyes following every motion the vibrator made.
Amy grinned evilly. "Last night," she replied. "You broke my brain. So, therefore, this is all your own fault." Amy shivered with delight as she ran the tip of it down, traced a complex pattern on her stomach, then teased it over her slit. She moaned when it hit her clit, feeling like a small electric shock. The moan sounded oddly stereo, and she realized it had also come from Lucy. She didn't look away from Lucy's face while she slipped it inside her.
This, Lucy decided, had to be the most fantastically evil thing anyone had ever done to her. Any prayer she'd had for calm returning was eradicated by the show Amy was putting on for her. She wanted nothing more then to be able to touch Amy, to throw her down on the bed and ravish her wildly. If she'd thought her body was on fire before, it was nothing to the inferno raging inside her now. She almost lost it at the first groan that was pulled out of Amy as she worked the vibrator in and out of her pussy, her free hand reaching up to rub and pinch one of her nipples. She'd arranged herself so that Lucy had a close up view of everything going on, allowing her to both see and smell the evidence of Amy's arousal.
She made the mistake of looking up at Amy's face and locked eyes with her, and the intense weight of Amy's gaze hit her harder then almost everything else put together, oddly because of everything else. This, Amy was telling her, was something she was doing for Lucy, and would only ever do for Lucy.
Amy's breathing quickened, and small whimpering noises escaped her. Lucy strained at her bonds, all rational thought fleeing her, knowing only that she needed to get to Amy. Amy cried out as the orgasm hit her, and Lucy groaned loudly in wanton desire. "Amy... God..." she choked out.
Still panting, Amy fixed her with a gaze that made a joke out of any claim she'd held at pride or self-control. "Yes, Lucy?"
"...please..."
"Please, what?"
"I... I need you..."
"You need me to what?" Amy pressed, running her fingers over Lucy's stomach. Come on, Baby, you're almost there... "You want me to do something for you?"
"...yes..."
"What is it you want, then?"
"Make... make me..."
Amy finished her off by licking and sucking the vibrator clean. "Scream?" she suggested when she was done.
Lucy didn't even seem to remember what they'd talked about before. "Yes. Please?"
"Well..." Amy grinned. "All right. Since you asked me so nicely." In this state, she knew it wouldn't take much. Probably just one well-placed lick would do it.
But her Lucy deserved better then that. She started sucking hard on Lucy's clit while also jamming the still active vibrator inside her, giving Lucy what she wanted more then anything right then: a good, hard fucking.
Lucy thrashed and shouted, overwhelmed, and as what felt like all the orgasms Amy had teased her up to combined with this new one to slam into her with the force of an asteroid impact, her vision went black around the edges and she was dimly aware of a primal scream tearing its way free of her throat. It felt like it would go on forever, and part of her hoped that it would, despite knowing how impossible that was.
Eventually, of course, she did come back to herself. She was more exhausted then she could ever recall being, a bit chafed from the cuffs, and she had a wide, probably goofy-looking smile on her face. She was vaguely aware of a flash of light, but it took several seconds for her to work through exactly what that meant. "Oh, Amy, you didn't..." Her voice was barely a whisper, but Amy heard her just fine.
"But it'll go perfectly in my Lucy Diamond scrapbook!" Amy protested with a grin, dropping the camera back in her purse.
"Amy..."
She chuckled. "Don't worry, it's going right on my password-protected computer, and no one's ever managed to figure out what that password is. Besides..." She grinned again. "I had no choice. A more perfect picture I've never seen." Her tone turned contemplative as she set to untying Lucy. "Maybe I'll make it into a painting, someday."
Lucy tried to lift her arm as soon as it was free, but only managed to get it one whole inch off the bed before it wavered and fell back to the sheet, feeling as if it weighed ten thousand pounds. Amy smiled smiled at her and lowered her arms back to her sides for her. "And just where do you think you'd hang this painting?" Lucy asked faintly.
"In our bedroom, of course," Amy replied readily.
"'Our'..."
"Well, I did say 'someday'," Amy reminded her. She set the handcuffs and key down on the bedside table. "I'm going to be graduating soon, after all, which means I'll be having to move into a private residence. I'd like it if you came with me," she admitted shyly.
"So would I, but I have this sneaking suspicion I'd be arrested the minute I tried."
Amy was silent for a moment. "If that wasn't an issue, though... would you move in with me?"
"In a fucking heartbeat." Amy leaned down to kiss her sweetly. "But how...?"
"Let me worry about that. For now, though... I think you should get up so I can change the sheets."
"Should probably shower, too," Lucy agreed.
Amy raised a politely skeptical eyebrow. "I don't think there's any way you could manage to stand for that long right now," she said, feeling just a bit of pride at that.
Indeed, as it turned out, Amy had to help Lucy into the chair she'd dragged over, and even then had to stop in mid-tuck on one corner when Lucy almost slid out of it.
"Just so you know," Amy whispered into Lucy's ear once the latter was once again ensconced inbetween the fresh sheets, "that... is something I've never done before with anyone."
Lucy smiled and managed to scrape up enough energy to lean up off the bed for a kiss. "I'm honored."
"And exhausted," Amy added with a grin as she slipped back into her Endgame dress. Her ruined undergarments still littered Lucy's floor. "You get some sleep. I have to get going if I'm going to make it to lunch... and for some reason, I seem to have worked up an appetite."
Lucy chuckled faintly, her laughter soon swallowed up by a yawn. "See you later, then. Love you."
"Love you, too," Amy replied softly, then turned her comm back on and transported out.
Hope everyone liked this as much as the last one.