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mickey-gomez · 2 years

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Magnetic

Chapter 7 of Fade Into You

Warnings/tags: Light dom/sub dynamics, smut, fluff, and maybe a hint of angst, language.

Pairing: Rita/Reader

A/N: Finally an update! Please forgive the numerous word crimes committed below. It’s a long one too sorry. I kinda get uncomfortable with writing smut (which is why this took so long) because I’ve never really written it before, so I hope what’s below is okay. I’ve been holding off on posting it because I wasn’t that happy with it, but I couldn’t keep editing and rewriting over and over anymore.

I feel like Rita would be into art and collecting, so I tried to include that and name artists that could have been well known during her time at college, and the time period this is set in. But I kinda know nothing about art so..

Also the changing of downtown Manhattan and the shift of people moving to Tribeca and Brooklyn. Ms Marvel herself said in an interview that she and her husband moved from The Village to Brooklyn in the early 2000′s because of the huge change the neighbourhoods were going through.

You had attuned to the warmness of it all, of seeing a different side to Rita, one that was hidden from everyone else, strictly reserved for you. She had surprised you with this adoring affection, that seemed almost delicate and gentle in nature. It wasn’t something you’d foreseen coming, because for as long as you’d known one another, you had never seen her bear herself like this.

Most mornings one of you would stop by the other’s with coffee, an excuse to steal kisses before your days began. Lunches spent together where you could, takeout containers covering the coffee table as you debated motions, forks and chopsticks waving around in hand as you argued. Afternoons were spent slipping into the back of courtrooms to watch one another, gleams in both your eyes as they met across the room, smirks adorning your faces.

Today was no different, your morning started when you found her leaning against the doorframe outside your office, two coffees in hand as she waited for you. Laughing as you nudged her out of the way to unlock the door. You had both settled on the couch, turned inwards to each other as you talked about the week, making plans together for Friday night. Soon enough your tongues were softly and slowly swirling together, small sighs and moans in your throats. There was no urgency, no incessant hunger, just passionate warmth, the feeling of exploring one another slowly and tenderly. You hummed softly, the vibrations rolling through you, when her palm came up to your cheek, her thumb gently running along your jaw.

She had been taking things slower than you desired, and while you enjoyed the lingering touches and lengthy kissing, you were growing tired of that being the only forms of physical affection she was willing to give you thus far.

You had thought about it earlier in the week, asking her point blank if she was doing this because of what you’d said to her last year, on Christmas Eve. The night when you’d fought in your parents kitchen, when you had hissed with anger that she only wanted to get you into bed, the same night you and Alex had broken up. You had hurt Rita with what you had said, and you knew that, and deep down you knew that this was most likely the reason she was going slow, trying to prove a point.

She had laughed when you had asked her, and answered your question with a question of her own, purposefully avoiding it, shying away from voicing her true feelings, masking them instead. That night you sat up in bed late, and thought about all of it, wondering if this was some kind of game she was playing with you, toying with you just because she could. You didn’t believe it to be true, you hoped it wasn’t, but you couldn’t help your mind as it went astray. Flashes of your past together at the forefront, vivid memories of longing and hunger in secret.

You were seeing one another again this Friday evening, that had to be the night, right? You’d been seeing one another for almost a month now, and you were struggling to keep your growing frustrations at bay. If you were this pent up after all this time, you could only imagine how she felt.

She eventually pulled away when the need for air became too much, breathing softly as her forehead laid against yours, kissing the tip of your nose. You let out a whine and she chuckled softly before pressing a gentle and chaste kiss to your lips. She smirked at you as she took a generous sip of her coffee, her lips parted and she ran her tongue over her bottom lip. Your eyes followed its path, your gaze heavy and breathing laboured, and just as she leaned in, moments away from kissing you again, your office door flew open loudly. You groaned as she jerked away from you, both of you turning around to the source of the intrusion.

“I’ve had this dream before, and let me tell you, it went a lot differently.” The sarcasm was dripping off your tongue as you shot an irritated look in Alex’s direction. Her eyes went wide and she let out a spluttered cough, clutching at her chest, as she looked at you in horror. Rita immediately looked down at her shoes, a blush of embarrassment creeping up her neck.

“Oh my god, I’m kidding! No need for either of you to get your panties in a twist.” You rolled your eyes dramatically at the two of them, sinking back further into the lounge, as you took a long sip of your now lukewarm coffee.

“You’ve been hanging out with Carmichael too much, she’s starting to rub off on you.” Alex shook her head, her face now flush with embarrassment much like Rita, unsure whether to laugh uncomfortably or retreat back to her own office.

“Well, one can only hope.” you mumbled, shooting daggers in Rita’s direction, swallowing another mouthful of your beverage.

“And that’s my cue to leave” Rita announced as she stood up and collected her bag. “Have a think about this Friday” she was being polite in front of Alex, not wanting to make reference to the two options she’d given you for your date. “Nice to see you again Alex” she smiled and gave a small wave as she walked through the doorway.

“You should maybe think about locking your door”

“We weren’t doing anything” you muttered, a scowl on your face as you looked towards her, “What do you want anyway?”

“I need the Cleary files, Liz said you had them.” and instead of answering you just raised your hand and pointed in the direction of your desk, and the mountain of case files that laid atop of it.

“What is going on with you?” she asked quietly as she dug through the folders and manilla envelopes until she found what she wanted.

“I don’t want to talk about it” you snapped

“How many dates has it been now? You’ve been seeing one another for a few weeks...” she trailed on but you weren’t listening to her, not really, not until she gasped. “Oh my god!” Alex suddenly exclaimed, eyes wide and mouth open. “You haven’t slept together yet!”

“I said I didn’t want to talk about it” you growled and she burst out laughing

“You’re like the energizer bunny - ” she laughed further and with every sound she made, you felt the thorn nestle itself further in your side, “- You must be about ready to explode!”

“That’s putting it very fucking mildly” you grit your teeth and dug your blunt fingernails into the skin above your knee, making sharp indents on the bare pigmentation.

“I have always thought she was a bit of a sadist, very on brand for her.” You picked up the closest thing you could find, a law journal on the coffee table in front of you, and hurled it at her. She laughed and jumped to the side as it hit the edge of your desk, sending the loose stationary on top of it scattering

“You need to sort all that out” she waved her hand in a circle, “‘Cause I can’t put up with you being this grumpy for another week”

“Are you offering to take care of it?” you cast your eyes up to her and she started choking on a breath, spluttering and wheezing as she clutched at her chest, you laughed wickedly to yourself “See, it’s not nice when someone teases you. Is it?”

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When Friday finally rolled around, you found yourself leaning against the cream cast iron facade of Soho’s Drawing Center. Rita had managed to arrange an invitation for both of you to attend the gallery show of David Hammons’ early print works. This particular curation was of his body works, where the artist had greased and then pressed his body against paper and other surfaces, manipulating strokes with only physical movement. Sprinkling on charcoal to give colour as the pigments dried, creating shapes against a collage of mixed media.

You had seen the early works in books and magazines, but never in person, and it was impossible to get in to see them, but of course Rita knew someone. So on Monday when she had given you two options for tonight, you barely had to think before deciding on this instead of the theatre option she’d given you.

You couldn’t help but let your mind wander to how the art district was changing, the galleries and artist’s lofts were beginning to fade, replaced with boutiques and high-end retailers. Only traces of culture remained present on the building's facades, the ones that lined the cobblestoned streets. Shoppers and socialites now seemed to outnumber the artists, as was becoming so increasingly true for most of the downtown area. You had even begun to notice it in your Greenwich Village neighbourhood, which once felt like it’s own distinct and unique piece of Manhattan, now felt like it was turning into a runway. Models and social climbers were pushing out the original inhabitants, and you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you were part of the problem too.

The wind picked up and you clutched your coat tighter around your frame, the gallery doors opened and as people entered in off the street, you could hear the echoes of endless chatter as they closed. You heard the telltale sounds of heels against the pavement and glanced up as Rita strolled up the stairs, you both broke out into a smile when you made eyes. You pulled her in by the lapels of her coat, kissing her deeply.

When you pulled away you noticed how her deep red lipstick had smudged, the edges and rich colours of it blurred, bleeding ever so slightly under her lower lip. Your tongue darted out to wet the tip of your thumb before you ran it along and underneath the crest, where red touched pristine porcelain. Her pupils dilated and a deep blush spread from her neck to her cheeks when you ran the same tip over your own lips, blending it until it dyed them.

You smirked and reached down for her hand, holding it as you walked in together, shucking your coats, she took both of them and your bags to check them while you strolled over to the bar, almost as if you were so in sync and attuned to the other. There was no need for idle small talk and questions, you moved together as if it was something you were both long accustomed to, it felt natural.

It continued when you handed her the glass of malbec and her hand rested on your lower back, as you both drifted through the gallery. The semblance of silence that settled between you was comforting, small reflections and observations on the works shared in murmurs here and there. You both made kindred remarks as you examined them, noting the narratives displayed, how the skin indexes and pigments on collage seemed to stir a space between the physical and spectral.

Her mouth came up to your ear, asking if you wanted another drink, and you shook your head. “Not here” you whispered, and if she hadn’t been so close, she might not have heard it. She pulled back and eyed you, the corners of her mouth raising into a hint of a smirk.

“How far are you from here?”

“Only a few blocks” she tipped her head up and your cheeks brushed against the others, your mouth close to her ear.

“Let’s go and have a drink there”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you?”

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“What do you want to drink?” she called out as she walked into the kitchen, turning on the overhead lights.

“Whatever you’re having” you sang out, and instead of joining her, you walked through the room, dropping your coat and bag over the lounge as you moved through the open space. She watched you from the kitchen island, as you cast your eyes over all of it, taking in the art works and photos hung on display. Her apartment was modern and polished, but still retained hints of something more informal, homely under the surface if you looked, while being soft and contemporary all at once.

You knew she had renovated it after having bought it early last year, clearly knocking down walls to create a more open feel, and while it was modern it also felt warm. She had created a contemporary space without it feeling airless and closed, as so many other apartments in the city felt.

You stopped as you took in a large framed charcoal portrait of a woman with her head thrown back, it hung above the dining table, in between the windows. You knew almost immediately it was a lithograph from Robert Longo’s Men in the Cities series, noting the subtle and moody tones of grayscale cast against the creamy white paper.

“A gift from Rafa for my thirtieth birthday” she murmured as she approached you, handing you a glass and you let out a quick and soft laugh when you realised it was an old fashioned, your favourite, the orange rind capturing your attention as it neatly rest against the edge of the glass.

Just as you had felt earlier, had felt for months, maybe years, you were so equated that it all felt so natural, magnetic even. Your head began to swim and your insides swirled as you thought over all of it, and when you turned to look at her, your eyes meeting, hunger simmering in them.

“So are you going to give me the grand tour?” you fought to calm yourself, taking a small sip from the crystal tumbler as your gaze roamed over her.

“Would you like a tour?” she hummed as she watched you, her eyes glassy and pupils dilated, you knew it wasn’t from the one glass of wine you’d both indulged in earlier. You felt a large sheet of ice forming over the two of you, almost as if you were both testing the other to see who would break first.

You bit down on your lip before taking another sip, feeling a drop of it leave you, and before you could dart your tongue out to chase it, her hand reached out, her thumb running along your lip as her fingers hovered over your cheek. She watched the small droplet leave your mouth, and instead of chasing it with her mouth, she ran the pad of her thumb along from the bottom of your chin and up to your lips, where the remnants stayed, trapping the stray fall of sap where it had stained. It met the middle of your lips and you sucked the digit in, letting your teeth lightly scrape against it before your tongue swirled around it, your eyes meeting.

Her lips parted and a quiet sigh left her, her tongue darted out and wet her lips, as if she was mirroring the actions of her thumb on yours, but that was all it took. You crashed together, rough and wild as your lips met, bites and soothing licks in their wake. You moaned when her tongue met yours, almost as if the two of you were performing a dance together.

She pulled away and a whine left your throat, she reached for your glass and put it down to join hers on the table, then turned back to you and brought her hands to the sides of your face. She rested them on your cheeks as she pulled you in, the tips of her fingers lingering in the nape of your hair, she thread them through and you let out a loud moan when she lightly tugged.

You both let out moans as you explored one another, the corner of the dining table pressed into your lower back, digging against the base of your spine and you flinched, crying out as the edge dug in. She pulled away, casting her eyes over your shoulder, and you both let out low laughs.

“Should we - ” She brought her hands back around to your face

“Yes” you cut her off quickly, your breath coming out in pants and your words in chaste tones, already knowing what she was asking, and your heart swelled that she had stopped to ask for consent before things progressed any further. You crashed back into her, your lips scarcely leaving the others’ as you stumbled down the hall.

You turned around when you entered her bedroom, your back presented to her as her fingers slowly unzipped your dress until you stepped out of it. You kicked off your heels, leaving you in the lace set you’d put on earlier, the one you’d bought that morning, only for her eyes, hoping that you’d end up here.

She pushed you down onto the bed and stopped to stand in front of you, her eyes running over you. You smirked as you took in her reaction, feeling pleased with yourself as it evoked the reaction you had hoped it would. Her hand went out, wanting to trace her fingers across the lace, but stopping right before it reached you. You laughed and brought her hand the inch forward, resting it on your chest.

“You like it?” You hummed and her eyes came up to yours as she nodded. You had never seen her like this, she was normally so confident, so brazen, and you had managed to render her near silent, only the sounds of heavy breaths and your laughter filled the room.

“Never thought I’d see the day where you were speechless” you murmured, a Cheshire grin gracing your lips as you laid back. That seemed to spark something in her, fire building behind her eyes as she ripped off her own dress and pounced on you, covering your body with hers. Mouths and lips roughly meshing together.

“So fucking beautiful” she whispered, and your hand left hers as she pinched through lace, a moan leaving you as the sting set in. “Better than I imagined” You longed to tell her that you’d imagined this too, but your breath hitched in your throat and the words you so yearned to express failed to leave you. Your eyes rolling back as she caressed and stroked you, moans travelling out of your throat as her hands travelled further.

Her lips met your neck, leaving soft bites as you stretched and exposed it further, she bit harder and you moaned as she soothed over the mark with her tongue. Her mouth came up next to your ear, hushed tones as she spoke. “As much as I love this on you, I want to rip it off”

“It’s La Perla don’t you dare” you breathed out. She smirked as she started kissing her way down your body, pausing only momentarily to tap at your side for you to turn over. She undid the clasp and you rolled back over as she pulled the bra off, sliding it down your shoulders.

She smiled at the sight of your hardened peaks, bringing her mouth to enclose around one of them. Softly biting and licking there, your hands thread through her hair, bringing her back up to kiss you once more.

Her lips met yours in another bruising kiss as she pushed you further back onto the bed, your head hitting the pillows as she climbed on top of you. You wrapped your legs around her hips and pulled her in, you ground against each other, letting out twin moans as the kiss deepened.

She grabbed your wrists, pushing them above your head and you moaned loudly, and she made a mental note of it, storing it away for later as she enveloped you. Her thighs settled by your hips as you both began grinding together.

She broke away and shifted down, moving her attention with it as she lathered your skin with kisses as she moved down, your hands thread through her hair once more, making it messy and tangled now as you moved your fingers through it.

A loud noise startled both of you as you realised the phone beside her bed was ringing, and you both started cursing under your breath. She lifted her head and shifted, as if she was going to reach for it, and you groaned loudly, tugging on her hair to regain her attention.

“Don’t you dare stop. Not now.”. It came out almost like a growl, your eyes wide and wild as they bored into hers.

She smirked and then bit the inside of your thigh, soothing over the mark with her tongue, marking you as hers, claiming you. You moaned loudly, crying out, and tightened your fingers in her hair. Her fingers came up to the suspenders of your garter, flicking them open with ease, reaching to tug at the waist of the strip of underwear that laid there. Her fingertips tickled at the skin beneath, her lips soon joining them, placing soft kisses in their wake.

Your skin felt like it was on fire, everywhere she touched was burning and you couldn’t wait for her to finally take you, after all these years, all of the lingering touches, the intense gazes, the longing for each other. She pressed a sloppy open mouthed kiss on your pelvis, running her tongue along your skin, as she finally began to peel the lace off, her mouth hovering over your sex, her breath hot and fragged as it touched you. Her tongue out as she leaned closer to run it through the length of you, you could almost feel it, you reached down and wrapped your fingers into her hair once more, pulling her closer.

The phone rang once more, the shrill piercing through the bubble you’d built together. She sighed and stopped her movements, raising her head and shifting to investigate the noise.

“No no no please.” You cried out, “This cannot be happening.”. Frustration and exasperation seeping from you, your head thrashing against the pillows.

“It’ll be work, I have to answer it.”. She pulled your underwear back up and over your hips, kissing your stomach before she stood up. You laid there, your chest heaving, pressing your thighs together in an attempt to relieve the pressure that had built up.

You could hear her as she spoke quietly on the receiver, unmistakably irritated as she sat on the edge of the bed and ran her free hand through her hair. She argued back and forth before slamming the phone down, and you both turned to face one another at the same time.

“I have to go negotiate a deal” she huffed and rolled her eyes, and you remembered her saying a few weeks ago that this was part of the reason she was leaving, tired and fed up with having to take these sort of calls in the middle of the night, to babysit and hand hold the juniors all to appease the higher ups. “I’ll be two hours at the most. Please stay” she leaned in and kissed you again, you whined loudly and she giggled, a sound you’d never heard her make before. “Make yourself at home”, she breathed out as she pulled away. You shook your head at her, emitting a whine, and wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her body down on top of yours as you kissed her deeply.

You started rutting against her as her front collided with yours, and your tongues swirled. You moaned and she quickly pulled away, resting on her forearms. “I have to go” she whispered next to your ear, her mouth on your neck, “The sooner I leave, the sooner I’ll be back.” she hummed as she removed herself and pressed one last chaste kiss to your lips, walking into her wardrobe to get changed.

You ran your palms over your face and groaned, “Two hours starts now, that’s it. If you’re so much as a minute over, I’m starting without you” you called out in annoyance dropping your head back down against the pillows. A robe was hastily thrown across the room in your direction, landing on top of you as you heard her rifle through her drawers and scramble to get dressed.

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You had looked at her as she was leaving, running your eyes over her suit, groaning once more as you heard the front door click shut. You had laid there for a few moments longer after she left, clenching your thighs together in rapid succession, attempting to calm the rising and falling of your breaths.

Eventually you rose, stripping the remainder of your garments off and wrapping the silk robe around your frame. As you walked out into the hall from the bedroom you saw that the wall was covered with photos, in varying sizes and frames. In your haze earlier you had missed the finer details of her home, now sobered you took note.

It was a glimpse into her life, a gallery of memories that she had carefully curated. You recognised photos of a younger version of her, in one her long unruly hair was flowing in the wind, the Harvard square in the background, Rafael was next to her, his arm loosely hung around her shoulders. There was another of the two of them sitting on deck chairs by a pool, thick manes of hair and oversized shirts on both of them, the sun beating down on them as they smiled.

You took note of a few others on the wall, there was one of her and your father on the supreme court house steps in Washington, another of her bar admittance, and her law school graduation. Side by side were two photos of her with her family, one was stoic in nature, a formal portrait of all of them, and you surmised that she couldn’t have been older than five or six in it. The other she was laughing as her own father swung her through the air, both of her front teeth missing as she smiled wide. You laughed quietly to yourself as you took in the photo, her hair and dress running with the winds, she looked happy, and it was the brightest you’d ever seen her.

As you turned your head and stepped further down, you noticed sprinklings of whimsical and eclectic pieces in her home. By the doors to the patio there was an old wooden cabinet, a record player and an antique crystal bowl laid atop. The bowl was filled with old matchbooks from bars and restaurants, some local and some foreign, a collection of her nights and travels.

Your fingers hesitated and hovered at the cabinet doors before you finally slid it open slowly, finding a vast and varied collection of old records. You perched on the floor in front of it as you ran your fingers over them, carefully plucking out albums here and there. Some of it surprised you, but what didn’t was that it was organised by genre first, then in alphabeticals.

You weren’t shocked by finding an array of classical composers and jazz musicians, or the decades worth of rock and folk, some of which you disagreed with holding onto. But you turned your head in surprise at finding a large handful of early R&B and a meticulously organised soul section in her varied collection.

“Hello” you said aloud to yourself as you pulled out an Al Green album, putting it on spin as you continued exploring. You felt so privileged to get to know her in this way, in being able to explore the parts of herself that she shut off from the outside world. For as long as you’d known her she had portrayed this cold and hard exterior, one that seemed impossible to crack, but you knew deep down, under the surface of all of that, was a woman so full of kindness and empathy.

She had shown you glimpses of it in the past month and the bygone years, underneath that whole pretence and facade was someone different, someone warm, but so adamant on keeping that closed off to the outside world. You wondered if she had always been this way, or if what had happened to her along the way had made her like this, forcing her to shut away the true parts of herself, in a desperate attempt to protect herself.

You thought about all of it as you viewed the print above the dining table once more, the same one you’d noted when you’d first entered. The woman’s head was thrown back in a mixture of ecstasy and pain as her heels scraped across the paper. It felt fitting to her, encompassing her in the ways in which you’d observed her, in the glimpses she’d shown you; entirely captivating and yet, carefully guarded.

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When she returned almost two hours later, she found you curled up on the couch, glass of scotch in one hand, a novel you’d plucked from her expansive bookshelves in the other. You looked up at her and smiled as she walked through, your heart swelling at the sight.

She sat down next to you and reached forward, grabbing the glass out of your hand and up to her lips. Draining the amber liquid before leaning forward, placing the tumbler on the table, and in one foul swoop, pulling you into her lap. You shrieked as her hands gripped at your hips, giggling when you landed on top of her.

“Hi” you spoke breathily, sweeping your hair over and off your face. “Took you long enough” you teased as her lips chased yours and her hands settled delicately on your rib cage, the silk robe you were encased in hovering underneath the palms of her hands.

“Eighteen minutes to spare” she uttered, you moaned into her mouth when it finally met yours, her tongue plunged in, the kiss was rough and passionate, and fulfilled a carnal need for both of you.

“Sixteen, but who’s counting?” You joked as you pulled back, poking at her rib cage.

“You have fun snooping?” she ran her hands up your sides, stroking and kneading as she raised a brow in your direction.

“I did not snoop! Thank you very much” your mouth opened in faux agape at the accusation. “But I will say…” you stretched your hand out and cleared your throat before breaking out into song “All I want for christmas is my two front teeth -” teasing her over the photos from her childhood

“You little…” her hands tickled at your sides, fingers digging into skin, you burst out laughing before screaming for mercy. Her hand slid down and lightly spanked you and you moaned loudly, you rocked forward, and tipped your head back, exposing the column of your neck. She lathered it in bites and soft kisses, storing away your previous moan as something to explore later.

You moved until her thigh was between yours, slowly rocking yourself on it, dragging yourself across as she bit and sucked her way across your neck. She reached the skin just below your ear, and arched her neck up to bite on your earlobe, you moaned once more and felt the fanning of her breath over your neck as she let out a low chuckle, arrogant like, as if she was ever so pleased with herself.

She tested the waters further, bringing her hand up from your hip and threading it through your hair as she directed your lips back to hers, she bunched her fingers into a fist and tugged lightly on the tresses, you moaned and rocked yourself harder on her thigh.

“Please” you were begging without realising it, the word spilling from your lips, your eyes widened as you heard yourself, the breathy moans and utterance bouncing off the walls.

“Please what?” one hand stayed entangled in your hair while the other moved around from your hip and down, snaking over to untie the knot in your robe.

You bit your bottom lip, harshly, holding back the words threatening to spill. Racing thoughts swirling as you felt heat spread over you with every second that passed by. Her fingers undid the knot, and your robe fell open as she looked back up at you, slowly and deliberately. Her eyes were wild

“Say it” she husked, bringing her free hand to rest on your stomach, as the one that was still wrapped in your hair tugged harder this time.

“Fuck me” you husked and she looked back up at you, waiting for you to say something else along with it, she clicked her tongue against her teeth “Please. Fuck me please”. You breathed out, in rapid succession. Your chest flushed red and it spread up past your neck and onto your cheeks.

“Good girl” she ran her tongue along her bottom lip before biting down and smiling up at you. You moaned again, this time at the praise, and she made another mental note of it, grinning as she picked you up. A gasp of surprise left you as you marvelled at her strength, you wrapped your legs tighter around her as she carried you through the hall.

She dropped you down onto the bed and covered your body with hers once more, repeating her previous ministrations she had started before you had been interrupted those few hours ago.

She slid down until her knees hit the carpet, hooking her arms under your thighs to pull you forward, your hips resting on the edge of her bed. You quickly ripped off the robe off your shoulders and threw it to the floor as she ran her tongue through the length of you. Crying out you arched up and reached forward to grip your fingers into her hair, threading them through her loose locks. She moaned as you scratched at her head, and you felt the drumming of it travel through you, up through your stomach and into your lungs.

“Oh god” you threw your head back, your breath hitching tightly in your throat, as the back of your head involuntarily hit the sheets and mattress underneath. She glanced up and laughed softly at your reaction, and you felt the vibrations roll through you again. A gutteral sound left you at the feeling, and your grip in her hair tightened. With anyone else you might have felt embarrassed at the sound of their laughter, but you knew with her it was out of smugness, not out of spite or shame.

She wound her left hand up to your chest, pinching at your exposed nipple, while her other hand snaked over your legs, her index finger lightly tracing at your opening, rubbing circles in sync with her mouth on your clit.

She pulled her mouth away only momentarily, bringing her head up to look at you, “Can I?” she tapped her fingers lightly against you.

“Yes” you groaned in answer to her question, and she pressed a delicate kiss to the inside of your thighs, almost as if she was thanking you. Before you could think for a moment longer, she slowly pushed one finger inside you, a satisfied hum leaving her at the feeling. She added a second digit, pushing in deeper, and then pulling them, curving and rubbing them against that spot inside of you.

She wrapped her lips around your clit and flattened out her tongue, and you wrapped your hand over your mouth, stifling your moans as she thrust into you. Huffs of air and sounds left through the gaps in between your fingers and she glanced up. “I want to hear you” she softly nipped at your thigh, gaining your attention.

A string of swears, breaths, and moans flew from your lungs as you lost yourself in the feeling of her, of the feeling of being almighty consumed by her. She kept up a perfect rhythm as her mouth returned to your clit, the movements of it in sync with her fingers that seemed to have memorised the most intricate and intimate parts of you.

You could feel yourself on the edge, ready to dive off it at a moment’s notice, so high strung from the evening, and the weeks of moments with her that had been leading up to this moment here and now. Your hips began rocking as you met her thrusts and she ran her tongue in a figure eight pattern over your pulsating clit.

You shut your eyes tightly as heat began to spread through your body, building and expanding. Your body tensed and your grip tightened, tugging harshly at the roots of her hair. You let out a loud moan as your breath hitched and you clenched around her, your orgasm washing over you, a cry escaping you as she fucked you through it, your release coating her fingers.

She kissed your inner thigh again, and waited a moment before easing her fingers out of you, chuckling as you let out a whine at the feeling. She pushed herself up from the floor, sitting next to you by the edge of the bed.

You slowly opened your eyes, a lazy smile on your face as you came back down to reality. She looked at you, meeting your gaze as she raised her fingers to her mouth, licking them clean, and you couldn’t help the moan that left you at the sight.

“You’re still dressed” you hummed and she smirked, letting out a small huff of laughter. She stood and untucked her shirt, slowly undoing the buttons on it, exposing her toned stomach. She reached to undo her belt and you immediately sat up, smacking her hand away as you shook your head. “Nuh uh” your fingers gripped the leather, pulling at it as you unfastened the buckle and tugged it through the loops of her pants, the leather snapping against the fabric as you ripped it away, the sound of it sent a shiver through you.

You leaned in, pressing open mouthed kisses to her exposed midriff, leaving soft bites on her hips. She stepped out of her pants and underwear, you raised yourself up on your knees, peeling her shirt off her. When you reached around to undo the clasp of her bra, she leaned down, sweeping her lips to meet yours in an impassioned kiss. You moaned when your tongues duelled, the taste of yourself still lingering on her. The world was still turning, while the two of you were locked into this moment, stilled, and yet climbing higher.

When you pulled back she peeled her bra off her shoulders, and you took a moment to appreciate the beauty she possessed. The perfect curve from her neck to her shoulders, the littering of small freckles along her chest, how her darkened nipples rose and hardened under your gaze, and how goosebumps spread across the expanse of skin.

You leaned in once more, exploring her chest, kissing and softly biting your way across the expanse. Your lips enveloped one of her hardened peaks and she moaned loudly above you, grasping onto your head, fingers threading through your hair. You bit down lightly and she gasped and swore at the feeling, using the hand in your hair to throw you back until you hit the bed.

“Too much?” You sat up, concern evident as you swallowed back the angst and fear. You thought you had a good read on her, following her lead all night, thinking that you were so very compatible.

“Not enough” She climbed on top of your splayed out thighs, hands gripping your face as she leaned in to kiss you again.

Of course she had to be on top, so hell bent on not relinquishing even the smallest amount of control, even for a moment. The only control lost would be when she finally gave in and let go, allowing you to pull her orgasm from her, and even then that would be in her own terms, her in complete control.

You reached down, running your fingers through her, “You’re so wet” you whispered, part in awe, her getting you off had given her this much pleasure, and you thought you might melt as your fingers traced through slick heat.

“What do you need?” You hummed as you resumed kissing across her skin, you didn’t want to overstep or make assumptions. Instead of answering you, she brought her hand down to meet yours, manipulating two of your fingers just below her opening, showing you what she wanted instead.

You thrust into her, pumping your fingers in and out, curling sporadically until you found a rhythm that left her breathless. Your free hand rubbed intently over her clit and she began to shake, she brushed the hair off your face and leaned in, kissing you, your tongues meeting as you swallowed her moans.

She pulled away, throwing her head back as opened her mouth, going to say something before she stopped herself. Her face twisted, a huff of breath and air leaving her instead of the words she wanted to say.

“I know.” you kissed her throat “It’s okay, just let go.” you whispered, and that was all it took. She tensed, and the coiled spring within her rapidly unwound, crying out from above you. Her dull and short nails dug into the skin of your shoulders as she shook, her orgasm rushing over her. You kissed over the expanse of her chest and neck as you slowly withdrew your fingers and she slumped forward. Collapsing breathless on top of you as you laid back, her body instinctively following yours.

Her lethargy only lasted mere minutes, your hands tracing up her spine rousing her. She pressed a quick kiss to your lips, and you chased after it as she pushed herself up from bed, strolling into her closet. You could hear the sounds of drawers being opened and shut, before she returned into your eyeline. She leant against the door frame, dangling a strap off her fingers. She arched a brow, shooting you a look, a silent question, and you nodded vigorously. A smug smile graced her features, and she pushed herself off the frame, coming to stand at the edge of the bed frame.

“Turn over for me”

You flipped over onto your stomach, running your fingers through your hair, as you glanced over your shoulder at her. She smirked at you as it settled over her hips and she tightened the straps. She settled in behind you, running the tip through your folds. Grinning as you moaned loudly.

She brought her mouth to your ear, nibbling at the lobe, “Up” she breathed into it, tapping at your hips at the same time. You raised up onto your knees and she ran her hands over your ass, squeezing the flesh under her palms. She brought her hand down, spanking you, reading your previous cues from earlier in the evening, and a loud moan left you. “Is that alright?”

“God yes” you cried out, rocking back into her, and you knew she was smirking once more without even having to look over your shoulder at her. She pushed into you, slowly at first, letting the dildo fill you, allowing you to adjust to it.

You both groaned when it was fully settled inside of you, then she pulled out, torturously slow, the ridges of the silicone dragging against your walls. She waited until you were groaning, almost begging, before plunging back into you, filling you completely. She brought her hand back down, harder this time, and your moans grew louder with every lick of her palm, and every thrust as she found a rhythm, your hands gripping tightly at the sheets underneath your fingers.

She pulled you up until your back was flush with her chest. You could feel her nipples pressing into your back and it only incensed you further. She reached both hands down, one pressed against your lower belly, her flat palm pressing lightly, while the other rubbed intently at your clit. You could feel her chasing her peak with yours, her hips snapping with every thrust, every movement. You tipped your head back and her lips found yours.

“Rita! Fuck -” you gasped as she pinched your clit between her fingers, your mouth ripping away from hers.

“Stop trying to force it” she bit your earlobe, her words coming out in breaths and pants “Relax. Let it wash over you”

“Oh fuck” She thrust back up into you once more, and you listened to her, instead of focusing on it and tensing, instead of forcing your orgasm, you relaxed and let it wash over you. She slapped your clit and you jerked up, crying out as you found your release. It spread through you, starting in your toes as it travelled up your legs and through your belly and your spine. You came hard, shaking as she clutched you tighter to her, and you felt her reach her second peak not far behind you, both of you riding through it together. Your clit twitched and with every spasm your body rocked, and you whined. She went to pull out and you grabbed her wrist, shaking your head.

“A minute -” you mumbled and she kissed over your shoulder and up to your neck, your hand grasped tightly in hers. You squeezed it and then laid forward, she pulled out and you groaned at the loss. You felt the bed dip and turned on your side, curling up, your breath coming out in hot and frantic pants. Your thighs were trembling as you pressed them closed, and your heart was hammering so hard in your chest that you could hear the thrumming of it in your ears.

You felt when she joined you again, and you trembled when she slowly brought her hand down, resting it on your arm. “You did so well” she ran her hand softly and slowly up and down your arm, her fingertips lingering on your skin.

“So intense” you groaned out

“What do you need? Water?”

“Mhm” it was all you could muster, a mumble in response.

“I’ll be right back”

She returned a few moments later with two glasses of water, placing yours in your hand as you lifted yourself up, sipping generously from the glass.

“Can you stand?” and you just groaned, you could feel her smirk without even having to look at her. You heard her leave again and then felt her tapping at your thighs. You opened them slowly and jumped slightly when you felt a warm washcloth running along. You hissed when she ran it over you and the cotton rubbed against your clit.

“Mm thank you”

She flitted around the room, cracking open the window, collecting the clothes strewn across the floor. Until she pulled the covers back and stroked at your arm, indicating for you to get underneath them.

She got under and just kept lightly running her hand over your arm, not wanting to overstimulate you. Once your breathing had calmed and your heart rate had lowered, you turned and shifted, curling into her side and resting your head on her chest. She ran her fingers through your hair, scratching at the base of your neck and you let out a low moan.

“Holy shit”

“I take it you enjoyed yourself?” she had a shit eating grin on her face, full of pride and smugness.

“There’s good sex… and then there’s that...” you both giggled as you spoke.

“Oh sweetheart, if you think that was great, you’re in for a shock later on.”

You could hear the soft thrum of her heartbeat lulling you to sleep, her hands running through your hair. The first spark had been rough and passionate, you had both been starved, ravaging each other, mouths, teeth and fingers marking your skins. But this was different and yet so familiar, this was intimate and soft, what she had given you for the past month, and you both settled around one another in sheer bliss.

“I’m gonna fall asleep if we stay like this” you slurred, already fighting with your eyes to stay open, slowly blinking.

“Good. Let’s stay like this then” she pulled the duvet further up and then reached over to turn off the lamp by the bedside. Returning to pull you further into her embrace, your head resting on her chest. Her fingertips traced lightly up your spine, drawing patterns and leaving warmth in their wake. You felt safe. “Roll over” You turned slowly and she moved with you, shifting down on her pillow and wrapping her arm around you, scooting closer until you were pressed together, her knees pressing into the back of yours, slotting together.

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