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Chapters: 2/5 Fandom: Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Zoey Clarke/Joan Characters: Zoey Clarke, Joan (Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist) Additional Tags: it's the headcannon fic!, your #2 choice, two people start having sex for fun and oops they're in love, Women Loving Women, Developing Relationship, Boss/Employee Relationship, Bisexual Female Character, joan's pov, so I wouldn't have to deal with songs, Lesbian Sex, Fluff and Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Cuddling & Snuggling, Post-Coital Cuddling, From Sex to Love, Sex Toys, Bad Dirty Talk, zoey has a lot of emotions, but she doesn't want to talk about them, Joan is concerned but doesn't know how to ask

Ch 2: Make It Hurt So Good.

Rated M

Joan’s back hit the mattress and she couldn’t help growling softly.

Finally.

Zoey hovered over her, lips on her shoulder, fingers trailing along Joan’s thigh.

Joan’s breath caught at the action. She’d obsessed all evening; unsure how Millennials did hook-ups (was there wine? food? or just sex and vapes?).

But the second Zoey showed up, she realized it didn’t matter.

This wasn’t a date. It was just sex. No expectations. No obligation.

Zoey had certainly wasted no time in jumping right to it. If there was one thing Millennials could be counted on for, it was non-commitment. And Zoey was clearly putting no thought into any kind of relationship. Joan loved it.

It was a little scary actually, the shift that had taken place in the red-headed coder. From the second Joan had opened the door, guiding Zoey inside, the younger woman had been all business; immediately dropping her coat to reveal a skimpy black dress. Well, skimpy by Zoey’s standards. It honestly would have been the kind of thing Joan would have worn to a funeral.

“Bedroom?” Zoey had asked, a curious lack of trepidation in her voice.

Joan had only been able to gesture. Sure, she’d dressed up slightly as well (this sleek red number hadn’t fit her since her honeymoon) and had plenty of comments in mind. But the sight of Zoey in a dress like that was reminding her libido that satiation couldn’t be far.

They'd barely entered the bedroom before Zoey had stretched up to kiss her, hands already roaming.

Now Zoey was on top of her, all nimble fingers and hot lips.

Joan pursed her lips, already squirming. God, she needed this so badly!

But something was still niggling at the back of her mind; something that the last rational part of her could not ignore no matter how turned on she was.

Joan pulled herself back from Zoey’s incessant kissing. “Zoey…Zoey wait.”

The younger woman paused and pulled back slightly. Joan didn’t let her go far. She didn’t want Zoey to think she was having second thoughts.

“I’m so glad that you agreed to this…” Joan started, trying to wrestle the words out of her lust-fogged brain, “but I’m a woman of integrity and still in a position of power over you…”

Zoey tilted her head to the side. “What are you getting at?”

Joan sat up just enough that she could look the coder in the eye. “Zoey, I want to make sure things are clear between us: this isn’t a relationship.”

Zoey nodded, almost impatiently. “Fine with me.”

Joan absorbed her flippant tone, noting it for future dissection. “There’s no danger of retribution from me or any expectation of perks.” She assured her subordinate. Joan grimaced. “And we’re not going the 50 shades route with this…no contracts, no NDAs…I trust you to keep this between us.”

“Of course.”

“And if you ever want out, just say the word and we stop. No hard feelings, no change in our work relationship.” Joan smiled at her. “Okay?” She wanted Zoey to feel comfortable doing this. But a small part of her wondered if giving her that out was going to come back to bite her.

Zoey smiled back. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t down for whatever you wanted.” She assured Joan.

Joan reached out and rubbed Zoey’s shoulder, working the sleeve down slightly. “Careful, I’ll use those words against you…”

Zoey countered by leaning down and whispering in Joan’s ear. “I’m counting on it.”

Joan shuddered. God, how long had it been since someone had talked dirty to her? Too long if her reaction was anything to go by. That or just the idea of Zoey having a dirty side was way too hot.

“Now…” Zoey continued, arms sliding around Joan. “Can we cease with the talking?”

“Fine by me.”

Zoey smirked at her and pressed her lips against Joan’s. Her arms took position on either side of Joan’s hips and she slowly pressed her back onto the bed.

Joan’s hands drifted, wandering down slim hips to Zoey’s rear. Zoey let out a tiny moan.

All of Joan’s insides flared with sudden warmth.

Damn. How had she never noticed how attractive Zoey was before?

Probably because of the age difference. And her tendency to keep the younger woman at a distance prior to her divorce. She’d assumed that a distant but firm direction was what the timid woman needed to succeed at SPRQ Point.

Maybe I was wrong.

“Hang on there tiger…” She caught Zoey’s hands as they brushed at her chest. Slowly, she eased them back into a sitting position. “Now clearly, you’re ready to go. And I definitely am. But just one more thing?”

“What?” Zoey asked, clearly starting to get a little miffed at the interruptions.

Thoughts of continuing to deny Zoey her pleasure and watching her get frustrated crossed Joan’s mind. But she wasn’t in the mood for patience.

“Do you want to use a safe word?” Joan asked her, “I have a pretty open mind but if you don’t want to do something I ask for, you can use it too.”

Zoey considered for a moment. “How about…Rolling Stones?”

“That’s two words…” Joan pointed out.

Zoey fingered the zipper at the back of Joan’s dress. “Is that a problem?” She teased the zipper down slightly.

“Nope.”

“Good.” Zoey gave Joan a look. “Now can we please keep going?”

Joan scoffed. “Where was this side of you at work?”

Zoey stiffened slightly, her fingers briefly curling away from Joan. “Do you mind if we…?”

“Right. Oops! No work talk.” Joan bit her tongue to keep herself from asking more questions about Zoey’s behavior. Despite her libido, she couldn’t contain her curiosity. “Don’t let me stop you. Carry on.”

Zoey reached for Joan’s leg, running her hand up the long slit in the dress. Her lips found Joan’s throat, sending little pulses of pleasure all through her. Before she quite knew what was happening, Joan found the dress slipping from her shoulders.

She smirked at the cute little flush on Zoey’s face as her skin was revealed.

“You like what you see?”

Zoey nodded, her mouth apparently having stopped working at the sight of her boss in matching lace underwear. Joan felt a flare of satisfaction that even with her years on Zoey, she could render her speechless just by showing off her body. Guess all those Pilates classes and dawn swims in the Bay had paid off.

She arched her back, noting with pride how the coder visibly swallowed.

Joan was about to start teasing Zoey for her inaction when the younger woman suddenly surged forward. She practically tackled Joan back onto the bed, hands already cupping her breasts. Joan gasped as eager fingers brushed her nipples through the fabric.

Fumbling around her hips, Joan managed to wrestle the dress the rest of the way off, tossing it aside. Zoey straddled her, their lips connecting again.

This time, Joan moaned into the kiss as Zoey’s hips made contact with her very sensitive lower half. She could already feel her own wetness pooling between her thighs.

Impatience gripped her as Zoey continued to fondle her chest. Now was not the time for foreplay…she just needed a release.

Growling, Joan broke the kiss and caught Zoey’s hands, dragging them away from trying to wrestle her bra off.

“No time for that.” Joan shifted, pulling Zoey’s hands further down her body.

Zoey’s eyes widened. “W…wow. Already?”

Joan rolled her eyes. “I’ve been horny for a week.” She forced Zoey’s hand down. “Safe words are still an option. But please just fuck me.”

She smirked as the coder flushed at her language. “Yes, ma’am.” Zoey’s fingers tugged at her panties, gently sliding them off her thighs. “Anything in particular you want?”

“Literally anything will get me off right now…” Joan growled, already squirming. Her libido was piqued and she didn’t want to talk anymore.

Zoey faltered, seeming paralyzed. For a moment, Joan feared she’d finally pushed Zoey too far and that the woman was going to back out and insist they never spoke of this again.

She was too turned on for that outcome.

Joan wrapped her legs around Zoey’s waist and pulled her close. “Please Zoey? I’m dying here.” She hated how desperate she sounded. But until she got what she wanted, she didn’t care. Joan let her legs fall open.

Zoey stared for awhile, so long that Joan almost popped her head up to check on her. But just as she did, a tentative finger entered her.

Joan gasped, body already taut. “Jeez, give a woman a warning!”

“Sorry!”

Joan squeezed her knees shut, trapping Zoey’s hand. “Stop apologizing.” Her hips were already grinding, desperate for any kind of friction.

Zoey obliged, adding a second finger as her thrusts became more confident.

It was glorious. It was just what she’d craved. But she still wasn’t there. Joan huffed in annoyance, hands flailing as she tried to figure out just what was missing to push her over the edge. She brushed at her own breasts, whimpering as the edge dulled.

Zoey leaned down, breath hot on her cheek. “Joan? What do you need?” She asked, fingers never slowing.

“nggh! More!” Joan panted. She dug her nails into Zoey’s shoulder. God, she needed it to hurt…!

For a moment, Zoey’s eyes slid to the side, her gaze unfocusing like she was seeing something in her own head. But just as Joan thought about reaching out to her, Zoey snapped out of it and redoubled her efforts.

Now it hurt.

Joan arched her back, relishing the pain. A long, low moan built in her throat.

Encouraged by her sounds, Zoey nipped her neck.

The unexpected action had Joan’s legs twitching. “More!” She gasped, voice failing.

Zoey obliged, shifting her hand slightly so her mouth could continue its work. She left tiny, prickling bites all across Joan’s chest and shoulders, tongue tracing gently after them.

Joan was rapidly nearing the release she craved, clenching down on Zoey’s fingers and fisting her hand in Zoey’s hair.

Just a little further… The edge was so close again…she could taste it!

Zoey’s lips found her bra and she bit down on Joan’s erect nipple through the fabric.

Joan let out a scream that vaguely sounded like Zoey’s name as she finally hit that spot.

The long-awaited orgasm tore through her with a vengeance: making every muscle in her body ripple and her breath catch. Her heart thudded loudly in her ears and the only coherent thought she had was Zoey, Zoey, Zoey!

The pleasure built, flooding her stomach and chest, making her melt into the bed.

She came down slowly, still panting, head slowly catching up to her body. Zoey was still gently thrusting, guiding her back down off her high.

Joan collapsed back on her pillow, mildly surprised at the dampness beneath her head. Her muscles were trembling like she'd just run a marathon. God, when was the last time sex had been such a satisfying workout?

A soft moan escaped her as Zoey slowly pulled her fingers free. Zoey made a soft sound as well, sounding vaguely like a word Joan couldn’t make out.

As her heart finally slowed, Joan raised herself up on her arms. Rather than exhaust her, her orgasm had pumped her full of the kind of energy she hadn’t felt in almost a decade: the urge for more sexual exploration and the possibility of another such high.

To her surprise, Zoey was standing up, one shoe already on and clearly looking for the other.

“You don’t have to go yet…” Joan called, her voice still hoarse.

Zoey froze, shoulders tensing. “Wh…really?”

Joan crawled up to her, already tugging at Zoey’s zipper. She smirked playfully. “You get a turn too…”

Zoey inhaled as the black dress slid from her body. “Are…are you sure?” She didn’t look reluctant; it was more like surprise.

Joan frowned. Perhaps she hadn’t made it clear enough that she wanted Zoey to get something out of whatever this was too? “We’re already violating HR, Zoey…” She pulled the coder down. “you may as well get to reap some of the reward as well.”

Zoey still seemed uncertain, fidgeting her hands in her lap. Joan leaned back slightly. “We don't have to of course, I’m perfectly content to just receive and let you go on your way…”

But Zoey looked up and Joan’s teasing comment died in her throat.

The coder nodded, face set like she’d finally decided something. “Okay.” She lay back and spread her legs.

Joan almost laughed. Not out of callousness. More from the idea that such a teasing statement had had such an instant effect on Zoey.

It was…incredibly hot.

She crawled over Zoey’s prone body, fingers tracing exposed skin. She noted what spots Zoey reacted to and which ones she didn’t. She played with the coder’s bra briefly, hands remembering the feel of breasts and the satisfaction of feeling a nipple pebble instantly against her touch. But her own bra was still on and Zoey was squirming so she decided to abandon that journey.

She trailed her fingers down Zoey’s chest and stomach, noting just how young and lithe she was. Zoey still had her youth and Joan couldn’t help but envy her for it.

Joan hooked her fingers through Zoey’s panties as she went, pulling them off without fanfare. They felt damp in her hand. She smirked. “Someone’s already a little excited.” She purred, twirling the panties around her finger before letting them fall.

Zoey blushed, the color traveling all over her exposed skin. Joan felt her eyes widen.

Damn.

She’d really been missing out on just how cute Zoey Clarke could be.

Joan made a path down Zoey’s body, lazily tracing her thigh. Her fingers and wrist complained as she made a brief pass at the younger woman’s clit. She frowned as Zoey twitched, flexing her over-worked fingers.

“Why’d you stop?” Zoey asked, knees coming together slightly as she looked up. The younger woman looked pained, and more than a little put-out.

Joan considered the impatient coder, a small part of her enjoying that she could make her squirm. Her fingers may be out of commission at the moment. But that wasn’t going to stop her.

“Mouth okay?” Joan asked, as casually as if she were asking Zoey about having pickles on a sandwich.

Zoey made a choking sound. Joan paused, hand resting comfortably on Zoey’s thigh, waiting to hear their safe words.

“Y…yes…” Zoey breathed. “Please.” She rubbed her knees together briefly before opening up to Joan.

Joan was astounded at the level of trust Zoey had for her. But she wasn’t complaining. She knelt between Zoey’s legs, pulling the shorter woman’s knees over her shoulders. Licking her lips, she eased herself into Zoey.

She hadn’t ate a girl out in decades. But if Zoey’s sounds were anything to go by, Joan knew she still had her college silver tongue.

It helped that Zoey was clearly already very turned on; a fact Joan’s tongue very much relished. She tasted musky and slippery in the best way. Biting back a smile, Joan let her tongue explore, her hands supporting Zoey’s rear as her hips arched.

When Zoey let out a keening wail, Joan knew she was close. She nipped the inside of Zoey’s thigh and dove back in. Zoey responded immediately, knees clenching against Joan's head.

She couldn’t help slipping a single finger inside and curling it back towards her. Her tongue swirled around the coder’s clit.

The younger woman’s legs jerked and before Joan quite knew what was happening, she was falling apart around her. Zoey’s orgasm was short and almost violent, her body twisting this way and that as she grunted through the release. It was over just as suddenly as it began, Zoey falling limp.

A little startled, Joan lapped at Zoey’s core a few more times, making certain that she was done. Then she gently withdrew her finger and sat up, wiping her mouth.

She flinched.

Zoey was crying. It was barely noticeable, but her cheeks were wet and her panting breaths seemed a little too watery for post-orgasm.

“Zoey?” Joan stroked her shoulder, trying to bring the younger woman back to her from her high. “Zoey, did I hurt you?”

“N…no…No.” Zoey tried to smile at her but it looked pained. “You…wasn’t you…” But she still rolled away and stood in one smooth motion, refusing to look at Joan. Still nude, she stumbled towards the bathroom and closed herself away.

Joan sat back on the bed, licking the last traces of Zoey from her mouth. While she knew she didn't need to care, her chest twisted at the thought that she’d accidentally done something to hurt the younger woman.

What was that about?

But before she could come up with any theories, Zoey emerged. Joan sat up straight, sudden apprehension flooding through her.

“Zoey…I…”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Joan.” Zoey assured her, her smile seeming more genuine now. “I just…that was more than I expected.”

“But you’re okay?” Joan clarified, leaning forward. Her concern for the coder was a surprise. But she really did care to know if she was actually okay or just faking.

Zoey shifted, looking nervous. “yeah…”

“Zoey…?” Joan couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. It was just supposed to be sex; she hadn’t meant to push Zoey that far.

“Would you mind if we…cuddled?” Zoey asked, glancing up at Joan with a faint pinkish tinge to her cheeks. “Just for a little while? Then I’ll get out of your hair…”

Joan briefly considered using their safe words. Charlie had never been big on cuddling and she herself wasn’t really a fan. She never knew where to put her arms and had never been able to get comfortable with any of her previous partners. Besides, cuddling post-sex felt a little…too intimate. That was the kind of thing sappy teenagers did.

But after what Zoey had done for her, and after the unexpected roller-coaster she’d put the coder through, why not?

She laid back and beckoned. Zoey’s face lit up. She crawled up beside her and laid her head on Joan’s shoulder. Her face was still damp.

Joan found a semi-comfortable position for her arm around Zoey’s back and held her close. The younger woman sighed into the embrace, arms wrapped around Joan’s waist. It was the closest they’d ever been.

While Zoey closed her eyes and rocked slightly, Joan found herself unable to think about sleep. She stared at the younger woman in her arms.

Zoey was so warm…

To Joan’s surprise, the next day at work was like any other. Well, minus the slight limp in her walk and bites across her chest. And sure, Zoey’s smile was a little brighter than usual but otherwise, they remained exactly as they had been: friendly but no further.

Zoey didn’t even shoot her secret looks across the office, instead remaining focused on her team and their project.

Joan was impressed. She hadn’t realized that the younger woman was so good at compartmentalizing. Definitely a point in her favor.

She imagined that if she’d done the same with any of the guys at the office, they’d be stuck to her side like glue as often as possible, flexing their testosterone. Or worse, slowly falling for her.

But Zoey clearly wasn’t. She still popped in on Joan a few times a day but always for work-related concerns. Her smile never showed anything more than her usual cheery demeanor and platonic fondness.

Joan sat back in her chair as she watched Zoey pack up to leave for the day. The coder was chatting with her friend Max and actually smiling.

She shifted, feeling the small, delicate hickeys from last night protest against her high-collared blouse. Zoey had left the previous night without fanfare; eventually pulling away from their embrace and dressing in front of the mirror as Joan called her a car.

They hadn’t even kissed good night; settling for a simple wave as Zoey descended to the waiting vehicle.

Joan smiled.

It was uncomplicated. Simple. Just sex and a body next to hers. Clearly, Zoey wasn’t going to let this get complicated. If they continued, that is. They hadn’t discussed anything more.

As she watched, Zoey left Max at the elevator, turning back for something. But instead of heading for her desk, she made for Joan’s office.

Joan fumbled to look busy, like she hadn’t just been watching Zoey leave.

“Yes?” She inquired as Zoey stepped into her office. She tapped aimlessly at her tablet screen.

“I just wanted to confirm our engineering-hardware briefing tomorrow?” Zoey was still all business, plugging something into her watch. “Is 11:15 good?”

Joan nodded, still pretending to work. “Works for me.”

Zoey nodded. “Great! I’ll let the team know.” She fidgeted, pulling the strap of her bag closer. “Oh and…one more thing?”

Joan glanced up. “Hmm?”

Zoey was watching her clock, patiently waiting for it to jump from 5:00 to 5:01.

She turned back to Joan. “Last night was really fun. Would you like to do it again sometime?” She said all this in a rush, like she’d been holding it in all day.

Joan perked up, already nodding. “Yes. Tomorrow?”

Zoey’s whole face lit up in a brilliant smile. “My place? I know it’s a bit far for you but you could…stay the night? If it’s easier?” She shook her head. “No pressure.”

Joan wasn’t super thrilled at the idea of spending a night in whatever downtown slum Zoey probably rented. But the woman had been remarkably professional and accommodating about their hookup. And she much preferred Zoey’s warmth to a vibrator so…

Joan shrugged. “Sure. Why not?”

#yeah #i got to the smut early this time #why not?#fic #zoey x joan

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