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fuckyeah-dragrace · 1 year

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Want to be Yours

this might be the longest fic I’ve ever written yall 😵‍💫 this thing has everything and that includes 🌶️ smut🌶️ so precede with caution if that’s not what you’re looking for. i hope you all really like this fic and enjoy!

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It felt weird to walk the halls of the office again. She felt like a stranger in the place she once knew like the back of her hand. Everyone was cordial and excited to have her back: Jan hugged the life out of her, Kameron genuinely smiled as she held the door open for her, even Vanjie toned down the usual loudness to listen to her stories about her trip away. It was good to be back but then there was a cold chill that ran down her spine as she walked to her office.

Brooke.

There was no way to avoid her narrow eyes and motionless face but she held her head up high and faked a smile, hoping to god that no one knew how afraid she was of the tall woman and how she prayed to god they could just exist in separate worlds.

Nicky had all of her folders in her arms as she waited for the elevator to open. Just another day of meetings that would make her want to stab her eyes out. She sighed as the door dinged open and walked in. She only moved down for a moment before the door opened again. She lifted her head and felt her heart drop.

Fuck.

Brooke Lynn Hytes walked into the elevator in all her glory, typing away at some email or meeting note Nicky assumed. She settled across from Nicky, not noticing her as the door closed, the elevator moving down.

Of course she was stuck in an elevator with the only woman who hated her with a passion and the woman she just so happened to have hooked up with before leaving for nearly two months without a single word.

To be fair, it wasn’t necessarily her fault she left without any notice, is what she told herself as she tried desperately to quell the pit of anxiety in her stomach. It was an emergency with the headquarters of her own company that she couldn’t have foreseen coming up and it just so happened that when she left was right after whatever that was at the party.

God that stupid party, why did she even go? She knew it was a bad idea that would worsen everything which was only made even more worse with that. She shook her head and scolded herself. Sex. That’s what it was, not some taboo sin or crime, it was just sex that happened.

Just sex. Sex that was with a woman she thought she hated everything about her and her guts. Sex that was quite possibly the best she’s ever had in the entire history of her life. Sex that happened literally the night before she left for France for two damn months that she didn’t tell Brooke about.

She finished whatever she was looking at on her phone, looking forward and not glancing to the side so Nicky spared a look. She looked good, of course she did, she was Brooke Lynn Hytes. When does she not look good? Her hair looked like blonde silk as it draped over one shoulder, exposing the pale skin of her neck. She knew how to dress but it always made Nicky feel as though she wasn’t qualified to run a fashion company. Her dress framed her body perfectly, bringing in her waist and flaring out at her hips, showing just the right amount of leg and bust to be deemed professional and flattering. The taller woman looked over for a moment, perhaps in the hopes for some quick conversation but any notion she had before had faded the second her eyes landed on Nicky.

Double fuck.

She tried to bring her gaze forward but they locked eyes. Her stomach twisted into some sick knot and goosebumps raised on the back of her neck. Brooke kept a neutral stare, not showing any emotion besides the slight twitch of her lips, speaking volumes that made Nicky want to sink into the floor in shame. She thanked whoever that it was Brooke who broke the stare, facing forward with an inhale and deep exhale that seemed pointed towards her. Silence settled and Nicky tried to focus on the number of tiles on the floor or her breathing, anything that wasn’t the one person that didn;t want anything to do with her.

“Welcome back, Miss Doll.” She kept her eyes trained forward, not looking to her side at all. Nicky blinked out of her trance and looked over at her.

“Thank you. It’s been a while.” She nodded, swallowing the worry that threatened to choke her. “But I’m glad to be back.” The other woman didn’t react at all besides a quiet hum in acknowledgement at her response. She looked at her for a moment longer before looking away, loosening the grip she had on the file in her arms as the silence came again and lessened the tightening of the knot in her stomach.

They seemed to stop moving and both looked, seeing that it wasn’t either of the floors they had picked. The doors didn’t open and both waited a moment before Brooke leaned forward, hitting a button but nothing happened. “Strange.” She muttered, opening her phone. This couldn’t be happening, there’s now way it could be, Nicky thought as she started to tap her foot against the tile. Surely she wouldn’t end up stuck here. There was a long sigh and quiet curses that made her stomach sink.

“Elevators stuck.” Brooke said simply, “maintenance is looking into it. Kameron said it could take an hour.”

Mother fucker.

She nodded and looked over at her. “Alright. Guess we’ll just have to keep each other company.” She heard a noise come from Brooke, she couldn’t tell if it was displeasure or professional agreement. They stayed quiet, Brooke leaning against the back wall of the elevator as she looked through her schedule, mixing and matching where meetings would go now with the delay. Nicky focused on her nails, picking at her cuticles and trying not to look at her.

“It’s good to have you back, Miss Doll. We missed having you here for consultation.” The voice pulled Nicky out of her nervous spiral, turning to look at Brooke's steadfast expression. She swallowed a moment, trying to figure out what she was saying, what she wanted to get out of her.

“I’m happy to be back. I dislike taking such long trips away-“

“I’m sure you do, considering how quick you were to leave without an announcement of any sorts.”

There it was. She knew it was coming and Brooke wasn’t going to mince her feelings or dull her tongue. Nicky let out a deep breath as she felt Brooke look at her, daring her to explain herself. She summoned courage from somewhere within her to look and face those icy cold blue eyes, not preparing herself for how they softened when they locked eyes on her. The taller woman’s expression was neutral but her eyes spoke volumes on her emotional turmoil, filled with anger and hatred and sorrow in some fucked up cocktail that made Nicky want to run and never show her face again. She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off as Brooke stepped closer.

“To think I was beginning to think you were above that of a child and then you up and leave for months on end, jeopardizing my businesses stability and the wellbeing of my employees.” That was a fair point, Nicky said internally as she watched, pressing her lips right as Brooke continued.

“And then, to top it all off, the icing on the cake,” she chuckled humorlessly, letting out all her pent up anger in her calculated steps closer and closer towards the French woman. “You leave with absolutely no word. Nothing. Not an email, not a phone call, not even a word from your assistant. It was fucking stupid of me to think that there was something there, God I,” she exhales and brings a hand up to her head, smoothing over her blonde hair.

Nicky gnawed her bottom lip as she listened to everything she let spill from her dark red lips. The pit in her stomach returned and grew ten times its size, making Nicky nearly tremble as she watched her. She felt awful knowing she caused this much trouble, this much pain and hurt towards Brooke. There was so much she wanted to say but nothing she could say could ever make up for what she did and she knew that. All she wanted was Brooke to be there and to go back to the morning after the party, where Brooke had her arms wrapped around her waist and her chin resting on her shoulder. She wished nothing more than to turn back time and smack some sense into her old self to stay in bed, to wake up to Brookes sleepy smile that she imagined would be there after the night they shared.

“I’m sorry.” The words left her lips before she could even register what she said and how much she regretted them ever going into existence. Brooke looked over at her and scoffed, looking like she was just slapped in the face.

“Sorry? You think that can make up for anything you’ve done with sorry?” She had long abandoned her belongings but if they were still in her arms, they would have fallen to the floor in a slam. She had crossed over to her in two strides and with her eyes set in Nicky before stopping, maybe a breath or two away from where she was, anger radiating from her body in this swallowing aura that Nicky could feel fill the small space.

“God, I am this close to either hitting you or kissing you right now.” She whispered with such venom that coated and seeped into her body.

From the look on Brooke's face, she wasn’t supposed to say the last part out loud. Her brows raised and her eyes widened but she quickly received, of course she did, putting on a cod front that could shake even the most stoic of soldiers.

Nicky felt her heart stutter at the notion that she still wanted to kiss her, even if it was a sick twisted rage induced kiss. She hadn’t stopped thinking about their kiss either, and everything else that happened that night. She looked up at her and locked eyes, not backing down from the fury. It was a test of wills, seeing who would back down first but neither made a move. Then in a split second, Brooke lunged forward. Nicky stood still, waiting for the blow and all the anger coming for her but instead felt those pillow soft lips against hers in a passionate kiss.

Her instincts kicked in as she kissed back, dropping her papers to the floor as her arms looped around Brookes neck, hands desperate to feel her and make sure this was really happening. Warm hands gripped her hips as she was backed against the wall firmly, gasping as the cool metal touched her scorching hot body. They pull away barely before connecting their lips again, desperation and hunger overflowing between them.

“All I’ve been thinking about is you. Fuck you’re everywhere.” Brooke whispered in her ear, getting the shorter woman to gasp and shudder. “I feel crazy whenever I’m with you.”

“You’re not the only one.” Nicky managed between stuttered breaths as Brooke's hands roamed over her body, gripping and cupping whatever flesh she could hold in her hands with a frantic energy, as if she would disappear in a matter of moments. “I wanted you so bad I nearly came back the second I landed.”

“Do you still want me now?” She whispered, her hands untucking Nicky’s shirt and snaking underneath the silky fabric, cupping her breasts over her bra. She gasped and arched slightly into her touch. Fuck, she was really desperate.

She looked right at Brooke, lust clouding her vision. “Yes.” There was a nagging voice in her saying she shouldn’t give in to her so easily but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Her mind was more occupied with her warm hands on her breasts, lighting her up with desire. “I want you, Brooke Lynn.”

She cracked a small smile, stopping her advances in undressing the French woman. She stared for a moment before she leaned down and kissed her slowly. Nicky responded to the kiss, so different from the rushed ones before. More meaningful, taking a moment to savor what was happening. “I do too. I want you, Nicky.”

“Then take me.” She whispered, eyes turning black with arousal and lust, even a subtle growl punctuating her words. The blonde smirked and kissed her again, biting at her bottom lips. She moaned against her lips, easily distracted from her thigh sliding between Nicky’s, one hand holding her hip and the other came down between them, rubbing over the lacy fabric of her panties.

She whined at the teasing, pushing her hips further on Brooke's thigh. “Brooke please” she begged, struggling against the rush of sensation going through her. “I need you.”

“Show me.” Her words dripped from her lips like a sickly sweet syrupy and Nicky moaned, hips moving with a mind of their own against Brooked thigh. The taller woman grinned and brought her lips down to her neck, finding her pulse and sucking hard at it, running her tongue over the bite to soothe the bruised skin. Cool hands cupped her breasts, making her hot skin burn even hotter before taking one of her nipples into her mouth.

“Fuck.” She whined, pushing her chest closer which only spurred on the teasing, making her lose her breath and come even more undone. Her hands went to Brooke's hair, fingers masterfully undoing the hard work she knew the woman took in the morning for her professional appearance. She wove through the soft strands and gripped tight, hips rocking harder as the thigh flexed underneath her core.

As much as she loved what was happening, Nicky needed more. She wanted that burning from Brooke fucking her senseless and she wanted, no needed right then and there or else she would scream.

As if reading her mind, Brooke's fingers dipped underneath her panties, making their way down to where she knew she needed her most. She gasped and bit her lip, keeping from screaming in that damn elevator as her fingers circled her clit. They slid further down, right at her entrance and opening, drawing out a gasp and moan from the shorter woman.

Nicky pulled Brooke in for a strong kiss, their tongues roaming through each other's mouths. They pulled away with swollen lips and panting as they locked eyes. Brooke could feel a strong tug at her heart, from the look on Nicky’s face she felt it too. This was more than just a fuck in the elevator, it was vulnerable and nervewracking. She was pulled out of her worried tumbling of thoughts with a soft hand to her cheek. Nicky looked at her and something clicked inside Brooke. All of those pent up feelings of anger and betrayal and hurt melted away and she smiled softly, at ease. They shared another sweet and tender kiss as Brooke’s fingers pushed in, the French woman moaning into her mouth.

Nicky clawed at Brooked back as she moaned, eyes rolling back in pleasure as the twin stimulation of her fingers pumping in and out and her palm pressing down on her clit nearly sent her over the edge in that second. She screwed her eyes shut as her back arched off the wall, knuckles gripping white. “Brooke!” She whimpered, tears of pure pleasure starting to collect in her eyes.

“I know.” She kissed at her cheek, feeling her twitch and clench around her fingers in that sickeningly addictive way Brooke hadn’t stopped thinking about. “Do it, ma belle.” She whispered into her ear. All the shorter woman could do was nod as the tight coil within her snapped. She screamed silently as her entire head went empty and her body limp as her world crumbled around her.

Brooke slowed her fingers gradually before slowly pulling them out, cautious at how Nicky twitched. Wiping her fingers off, she looked over and saw just how much that took out of her and chuckled internally. She brushed away some of her stray hairs and tilted her chin to look at her. “You okay?”

Nicky blinked, still coming out of her post sex haze before she could really understand what Brooke was asking her. “I’m okay.” She nodded, breathing heavily and staring up at her. She smiled as her graceful fingers tuck her sweaty hair back away from her face, able to see her more clearly now.

They locked eyes again and she swallowed nervously. She couldn’t read how Brooke was looking at her and her heart came into her throat. She went to open her mouth but she couldn’t get anything out before Brooke’s lips were on hers in a magical kiss. It was unlike any they had before and it felt oh-so-right. Brooke pulled away gently and looked back down at Nicky as her eyes fluttered open, her hand holding her cheek and her thumb gently brushing over her soft skin.

“I want this, Nicky.” She said, just a soft smile on her face. “I want to be with you.” The shorter woman just stared and Brooke felt her own nerves set in but she continued. “I know you shouldn’t even give me the chance for everything I’ve said to you but I can’t stop thinking about you. You deserve someone heads and shoulders above me and my behavior but I know what I feel now and I can’t hide it. I can’t keep pretending I don’t think about you. And you can scream or hit me all you want-“

She was cut off by the French woman surging forward, silencing her with another kiss. Brooke blinked but quickly leaned into the kiss, cradling Nicky’s jaw in hand before they pulled away. “I want you too, Brooke Lynn. I’m sorry for everything I’ve said too and I can’t deny my feelings either.” She grinned up at her, her two front teeth poking out in a way that made Brooke melt.

“Okay.” She smiled back, pecking her forehead. She pulled the woman into her arms and off the wall, helping her to her feet as she redressed herself. They both looked like a mess but they didn’t care. “This feels like a dream.”

“I know.” She chuckled as she fixed the buttons on her shirt, not bothering to fix her hair. “Didn’t think this is what would happen in an elevator on my way to a meeting.” Her hand reached for Brooked and they held onto each other, squeezing to see if they weren’t dreaming either.

“Definitely not.” She laughed with a smile and squeezed gently once more, looking up to see the glowing numbers of the elevator staring back at her. “Oh.”

“What?”

“The elevator’s working.”

Nicky looked at the same numbers, blinking in surprise. “Oh. It is.” They looked at their piles of work on the floor and back to each other. The thought they had to go back to whatever tasks they had before they got in wasn’t anywhere near their focus.

“What do you say after we get out of this you come over to my place?” Brooke said with a small smile, slightly nervous still thinking that Nicky would take her back and walk out but she gave her a wide smile and an eager nod.

“I’d love to.” The French woman squeezed her hand back. The taller woman smiled back and leaned forwards pressing the first floor button, ready to leave with Nicky by her side.

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