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Maggie sighs and leans her head on Sydney’s shoulder. For being slightly taller than Sydney, she found that she fit into the crook of her neck nicely.
Sydney sips her beer and snorts at something Alex’s brother is doing with a suspiciously large firework.
Maggie squints in his direction- “Is he… holding onto that firework while trying to light it with a small lighter?”
“He’s going to blow his hand off. You know, it’s a good thing he’s surrounded by exactly the people you’d want to be surrounded by when doing something dumb like that.”
Maggie murmurs in agreement and snuggles in closer. Sydney tightens her hold around Maggie’s waist and kisses the top of her head. She smells like shampoo and something so… distinguishingly Maggie. It’s her favorite scent. Even after long shifts, when the freshly showered wafts are long gone, the underlying Maggie scent lingers. I should probably never tell her I’ve been smelling her like a freak for years, she muses to herself.
The fireworks flash color off their faces as they watch in mild amusement at the impending disaster.
“Well. I’m off the clock. So it’s his loss. And hopefully not his blood loss.”
Maggie drops her voice. “Alex definitely got the brains in that family situation.”
Sydney snorts. “Oh, here we go. Now Chocolate Milk is getting in on the fireworks action. How’d that guy pass med school, anyway?”
They watch as Dr. Scott trots up to Dougie and hands him a large cardboard tube. They can’t hear what they’re saying, but they’re excitedly gesturing big at something over the water.
“Can you imagine if he’d been your mentee?”
Sydney’s laugh comes from deep in her chest.
“HA. Well. I can’t say my life wouldn’t have been AS complicated, but it definitely would have been a hell of a lot more frustrating, for different reasons, mentoring him than you.”
Maggie peers up at her girlfriend. God, her girlfriend. She loved being able to say that now. She wiggles her eyebrow. “Good thing I’m into hard asses.”
Sydney smirks down, “Yeah, and apparently also into sleeping with your boss.”
“Hey! I told you I didn’t sleep with Jason.”
Sydney guffaws again. Maggie loves the sound of her laugh. She hears it so much more often now. The Old Syd snorted frequently in disdain. New Syd’s genuinely, gravelly raspy chuckle… did things to her.
“Uh, huh. And I am thankful for that.” She swirls her empty bottle- Maggie takes the hint and lifts her head as she feels Sydney pull away just a bit. “Hey, I’m going to grab another beer,” She gestures to the cooler by the camper. “Want one?”
“Sure, I’ll have one more. Then I want to see how Alex is doing before saying goodbye.”
“Oh, then you’re leaving, huh?” She teases.
Maggie smiles, steps forward and kisses Sydney’s neck before whispering in her ear “Well, Dr. Katz, I was kind of hoping you’d take me home?”
Sydney’s breath hitches. She closes her eyes briefly, then looks at her girlfriend. Maggie wiggles an eyebrow- her eyes flash excitement, then darken. Sydney smiles and leans in to kiss her gently on the lips. “I’m into that.”
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Maggie catches Alex intercepting a bad fireworks idea between Dougie and Dr. Scott. She sidles alongside her dash away from yet another boom.
“Hey, we’re leaving soon. You doing ok?”
Alex stops and exhales, then smiles. She looks around at the folks scattered, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. “Yeah, I am. I’m good. This was good. I needed this.” She places her hand on her stomach. “WE needed this. But damn, if I couldn’t really use a beer right now…”
Maggie smiles supportingly. She nods. “I’m glad we could do this.” I’m glad we found Martha, she thinks. Oh god, I’m glad we found Martha.
Alex hears a distinct peal of laughter and glances at Syd, laughing with Zach near the camper. She’s a complete 180 from the Dr. Katz that had graced them with her presence three years ago, she thinks to herself. She’s beautiful and vibrant and… happy. Alex turns her attention back to Maggie and catches her also gazing adoringly at Sydney. Hook, line, and sinker.
“So! I take it you won’t be home tonight?”
“Or tomorrow, if things go well,” Maggie smirks. Alex laughs and pulls her in for a hard hug.
“I’m so happy for you. You deserve it all, Maggie.” She steps back and wipes away a tear. “Thank you so much for all of your help and support. I couldn’t do it without you.”
“You’re my best friend. And I’m so happy we could help send Martha off in style.”
BOOM! Cheers. Then a siren in the distance.
Alex glances around for the snack table. She smiles devilishly at Maggie, “I’m starving- did you leave any of that double goat cheese and anchovy pizza for me?”
Maggie rolls her eyes, then steps in for a quick cheek kiss.
“I’ll call you tomorrow. Love you!”
“Love you!”
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The car ride is comfortably quiet. Maggie tinkers with the SUV’s audio interface, trying to connect her phone to stream her playlist. She had long been collecting songs that made her think of Syd, and songs that made her think of BEING with Syd… in various forms. She wonders if Sydney would pick up on it. Not much got past her. She decides to roll the dice… and hit ‘play’.
Syd hears the first few bars of “The Scientist” and glances quickly at Maggie. Maggie smiles back. Busted. She floats her hand towards the center council where Syd quickly threads their fingers with a contented smile as she keeps her eyes on the dark road.
“I’m glad you were there today. And tonight.” Maggie adds quietly. “I’m just… so glad you’re actually here. And that we worked us out.”
Syd pauses, before responding quietly “I missed you so much, Maggie. I know we want to make up for lost time…” The double entendre hangs heavy in the air. “I mean, uh…” she stammers.
Maggie delights in her nervousness and can’t hold back her shit eating grin.
“…you know what I mean. What I mean is, we’re here now, and we have all the time in the world. If you want that, that is.”
Maggie settles back into the seat, leaning her head back against the headrest.
“I want to make up for lost time, Syd. In every which way. And maybe again in the morning.”
Sydney’s cheeks flush.
Maggie gasps and clutches her non- existent pearls. “Syd! When did you get so nervous around me?”
“Maggie! It’s been… a while! Since we…” she gestures lamely. “I want to do this right. l…”
“Ooh, you’ll do it right, all right. I can’t wait.”
Sydney rolls her eyes and smiles. “I just… I said I didn’t want a tortured love affair, but I don’t want you to think this is just a physical thing either.”
“I don’t think that. And I know that.”
“Ok good.”
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They park the SUV and walk hand in hand to the temporary apartment that Syd has arranged upon her return to Toronto. She fumbles with the unfamiliar key ring and eventually opens the door. She flips on the light to reveal a small, sparse, and clean apartment. Maggie walks into the living room and glances around.
Sydney shuts the door behind them, the click of the lock somehow louder than it normally would be. Neither of them miss the meaning of the sound. Sydney drops her keys into a bowl on the entry table, leaning her back against the door, quietly watching Maggie observe the room.
There’s not much there to indicate her specific personality lives there. A sweater here, her laptop there, but otherwise pretty sparse. Sydney picks up on the observation.
“I came back so quickly for Rebecca, I haven’t had time to look for a new place.” She says quietly. “I didn’t want to live in a hotel, so Dr. Harris helped arrange temporary hospital housing until I found a place.” She laughs softly, “I feel like I’m in a dorm again. You know, bare walls, institutional furniture…”
Maggie smirks, “I had fun in the dorm…”
Sydney rolls her eyes at that. “Of course, your college experience was a bit different than mine. Anyway,” she gestures to the sparse room, “I didn’t have much anyway when I moved to Israel, but what I had there, I left with…” she trails off, leaving her ex unnamed.
“I came back so quickly, I only had time to grab a few bags. But I already knew…” she trails off.
Maggie watches her carefully. Syd is removing her sweater as she stammers through her explanation, revealing her white V neck. She’s so beautiful. She can’t believe this gorgeous creature is now hers.
“…I knew I wouldn’t be there long. All I could think about was you. Well,” she motions with her hand, “You already know that…”
Maggie smiles and glances at the beauty mark on her thin, elegant neck. She wonders if she can actually die from want.
“… and so as soon as I have a few free shifts, I’ll be looking for something… more permanent” she continues carefully.
Maggie feels a little warm at the thought, so she starts to remove her own sweater. Sydney’s eyes drop to Maggie’s fingers and she swallows.
“Your place is great. It’s perfect.” She walks towards Sydney, sweater in hand. “I’m in the hospital bunks more than I’m at Alex’s, so I’m just happy we have a place to go without mixing business with pleasure.”
She steps closer and places her sweater on the entry table.
“You remember the bunks, don’t you, Syd?”
Sydney’s eyes darken and she stares at Maggie’s lips. The intention hangs in the air. Maggie kisses her gently, smiles at being able to tease her, and grasps Sydney’s hands.
“Do… you… want to give me a tour?”
This seems to snap Sydney out of her trance. She clears her throat and smiles back.
“Of course. I mean, there’s not much else here, but…” she gestures past Maggie and leads her by the hand through the small apartment.
“Living room… couch,” she adds lamely, leading her past a small dining room table, set up with her laptop, “Here’s the kitchen. Do you want a drink? I’ve got wine I opened yesterday, beer, tea, three kinds of sparkling water…”
Maggie thinks she wouldn’t mind a wine, but opts for water. She hopes she’ll need hydrating. The kitchen is small, and sparse, but updated. Sydney doesn’t have much in her refrigerator, as evidenced by the amount of time she spends at the hospital.
Syd also grabs a water and takes a sip as she glances around the kitchen, wincing, suddenly realizing it looks like a bare AB&B. A Bare B&B, she snorts. Maggie leans against the counter and watches her expression curiously. Definitely a pun just happened in there.
It has to be hard to not feel like you have a ‘home’ when you’re already going through so much transition, Maggie thinks. She vows to be her home, now that she’s got her woman.
Sydney exhales and smiles. Maggie smiles back.
“Shall we?”
She steps around the corner of the kitchen into a short hallway and reaches around a doorway to flick on a light switch. They both take a peek into the small but clean bathroom. “Bathroom, obviously. Spare towels in the, uh, cabinet,” she trails off, then catches herself. “If you were to need one!” She says quickly. “If you were to stay and need one in, the, uh, morning. If you were to stay. You don’t have to stay. Or you can! And I can sleep on the couch. If you wanted the bed. Or…”
Maggie watches this meltdown take place and wonders where the hell her suave new girlfriend went. She places the can down on the counter and gently pulls Syd in for a kiss, quieting her rambling. She cups behind her neck and pulls her close against her front. She can feel Syd’s hipbones and breasts against her own. She tingles everywhere she’s touching her.
She’s so soft; Maggie wants more. By the way Syd sighs contentedly against her mouth, she does too.
This woman was made for kissing Maggie, she thinks. Every press of her lips leaves Maggie needing more. Sydney asks permission for entrance, tongue lightly licking at her lips. Maggie eagerly accepts, deepening the kiss, her tongue sliding hot and wet. Maggie squeaks and throbs. Sydney’s gentle tempo, angle, just the right flicks of the tongue, are perfect. They had amazing chemical attraction- she tastes like she was meant for her. She could kiss her forever. Maggie pushes Sydney back gently, against the wall, cradling her head so she doesn't get a thump. Sydney hums at the pressure of Maggie’s body. It drives Maggie wild.
“Syd.” She murmurs against her lips.
“Yes.” She sighs back.
“Show me your bedroom?”
Sydney moans, nodding her head. She gently pushes Maggie backwards, towards a closed door next to the bathroom. She reaches behind her and turns the knob.
Maggie’s eyes adjust in the dark. She starts to laugh. Sydney swears under her breath.
“They were out of doubles.” She says flatly.
Maggie’s eyes dance with mischief. “You took me home to your twin bed! Isn’t there an SNL skit about this?”
Sydney rolls her eyes. “Of course, when I finally get you into my bed, this is my setup.” She mumbles.
“This is amazing.”
“I knew I should have rented a hotel room. I still can! It’s kind of late but they’re 24 hours and-“
“Stop. Syd, this is fine. It’s fine!”
Sydney is not convinced. She looks perplexed.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry.” She kisses Sydney’s cheeks and forehead. “I’m sorry I harassed you about your… hobbit bed…” she explodes into a fit of giggles again. Sydney huffs.
Maggie sits down on the bed with a little bounce, clearly pleased with herself.
Sydney bites her lip, contemplating. Ordinarily, she’d let Maggie have more fun with this. But this is serious stuff. She decides to distract her by taking advantage of the moment and starts to slowly pull her shirt out from being tucked into her jeans.
Maggie quiets, watching her with interest. Sydney doesn’t break eye contact. She steps forward, closer to Maggie. Maggie looks up at her, slowly reaching up to place her hands on her thighs, and then moving behind, caressing them.
Sydney sighs. She’s waited so long for this. She pulls her white flowing shirt over her head and drops it to the floor.
Maggie swallows and croaks out “We can take it slow. I just want you, remember?”
Sydney caresses Maggie’s face and nods, and before she can bend down to kiss her, Maggie’s leaning forward and placing slow kisses on her stomach.
Oh god, her stomach, Maggie groans to herself. She inhales deeply at the scent of her girlfriend’s skin. Their last escapade was hurried and mostly clothed, concerned that someone would violate the “sock-on-doorknob/dropped shades” unwritten rule of “stay out; busy in here,” but now. Now she can see and feel and smell the pale expanse of her small waist and abs. She moves her hands up to squeeze over her ass and caresses her lower back.
Oh god, my stomach, Sydney shudders. How does she know one of my most sensitive spots?
Maggie is working her stomach over pretty enthusiastically by now, taking in her scent, kissing up slowly, trying to tug Sydney down onto the bed with her. It’s not large real estate, but she’s eager to test her parameters. And Sydney is eager to get this moving.
“Can I?” She pants, as she tugs on Maggie’s tank top.
“Totally.” She pulls the tank up over her head, catching on her ears and mussing up her hair.
Sydney closes her eyes for a minute, drinking it in. Here she was, the woman she loves, the woman she never thought she’d see again, let alone HAVE, looking up at her with such eager anticipation, eyes just as hungry as hers. Her simple blue bra and hair now fully down- Sydney can’t believe she’s hers.
She swallows for a moment. She needs to feel her skin. She has to move. She pushes Maggie back and crawls up alongside her, reaching up to cup her neck and kiss her eagerly. Maggie moans into her mouth, the weight of Sydney finally on top of her. She slides one leg in between Sydney’s. Sydney gasps, adjusting, her upper body melting into Maggie’s. She feels an insistent throbbing between her legs. Maggie gently rolls them over.
“Tell me what you like. I want to make this… so good for you,” Maggie whispers, her hand lightly traces the cup of her bra. She notices how receptive Syd seems to be at the action.
Sydney can’t imagine she wouldn’t like a single thing her lover would do, but she believes in communication, so she husks out, “I.. I really like what you’re doing. I’m really sensitive… there.” She nods to Maggie’s wandering hand.
Maggie seems delighted by this. She traces the cups of her simple nude bra with the backs of her fingers, stopping to pull down the top of one of the cups, blowing lightly. Syd gasps, feeling the air on her nipple. Maggie notices and does it again, kissing the top part of her chest as she traces the front of the bra cups. Maggie pulls the fabric back, teasing it up and down so that it rubs Sydney’s sensitive skin, then uses her thumbs to coax her nipples up through the fabric, pinching lightly at the hardened nubs.
Syd pushes her chest up, groaning and gasping. Maggie takes the hint and lowers her head, lightly nibbling through the fabric with her lips. She toys with the straps, pulling the right one down. Sydney whispers “Oh my god, Maggie. Fuck.” which spurns Maggie on further. She pulls the right cup down, exposing her perfect pale breast, nipple hardened with excitement. Sydney glances down, biting her lip, needing to watch her. Maggie hovers, breathing hot air over the bud, not yet dipping down. She could feel Sydney pushing up, whimpering for contact.
Maggie was throbbing uncomfortably. Sure, she had done this with Sydney before, but not like THIS. And there were those couple one night stands with a couple women that were pretty uneventful, although further cementing that she was Definitely Interested in women, but not as Definitely Interested as she was in THIS woman. This woman, who she was pretty sure she was in love with, who was currently panting and aching for her touch. And Maggie hadn’t even gotten started yet.
She lowers her lips around the bud and suckles. Maggie’s brain jolts at the sound Sydney makes, and how amazing her skin tastes here. I would be happy giving this to Syd every day for the rest of my life, Maggie thinks to herself. They both moan in unison. Sydney holds the back of Maggie’s head closer, encouraging her to lick harder.
“Oh my god, Maggie. Oh my god, just like that. That’s perfect. That feels so- OH” Maggie nips. Her voice a bit higher, “so fucking good…”
Maggie pulls down the left strap and wastes no time giving her left breast the same attention. This is great, she thought; apparently I’m a boob girl. And these are perfect. She hums as she works. She was intimidated by large breasts; these were perfectly sized… peaches… that fit perfectly in her hands… she was lost in her thoughts and getting more and more aroused at the sounds coming from her girlfriend.
Sydney begins grinding up on Maggie’s leg in her haze. It takes a moment for Maggie to realize that she’s whimpering alongside Sydney and grinding back. She needs these bras off. She sits back up slightly and reaches behind herself, desperately trying to unhook her bra and failing spectacularly.
Sydney sits up, reaching behind herself and unhooks it easily, before helping Maggie with hers. Maggie quirks an eyebrow at the ease in which she was able to do this. Syd shrugs apologetically and untangles them both. She pulls her up for a deep kiss, tongues sliding hot, while Maggie marveled in the feel of their breasts together. She reaches up to cup them gently, thumbing over her nipples.
Sydney was delirious and hot all over. She had been daydreaming about this day for so long, and had certainly anticipated it being a lot of fun, but never to the level to which she felt like imploding. Maggie moves back down to dive between her breasts, alternating between licking flat tongued and then to flicking, then sucking. Sydney mewls, needing more. Maggie uses a bit of teeth and Sydney cries out.
“Fuck, Syd. I really, really love doing this to you…” she whispers into Sydney’s chest.
“Maggie, I might come. I can come from this.” She warns, her voice tightening, not wanting it to be over too fast, and thinking, somehow, that Maggie might slow down, or do SOMETHING, but not wanting this to ever, ever end.
Maggie hums, certainly not wanting to slow down. She had noticed at certain points, Sydney’s hand floated above her underwear line … as much as she wanted to do this forever, there would be time for that. She knew she needed release. Maggie stops her attentions for a moment to kiss her panting, mess of a girlfriend, and whisper, “I know. Touch yourself.”
Sydney moans loudly, kissing her again. Maggie reaches down and unbuttons Sydney’s jeans, encouraging her to pull them down. The whisper of the zipper cut through the air.
“I want you to touch yourself, Syd. Show me what you like.” Syd desperately nods, pushing her jeans down and getting settled up on the bed. Maggie watches hungrily, on her side, waiting for Syd to get comfortable. She pushes her own jeans down. She sidles up closer when it looks like Syd is ready, pushing her body against Sydney’s left side. Syd turns to look at Maggie and sighs. Maggie looks so beautiful, in her simple cobalt blue underwear, looking at her excitingly with lust and anticipation. She kisses her gently, then trails her right hand down and slides it down the front of her underwear. Maggie widens her eyes and almost sees white.
“Oh, shit.”
Syd bit her lip, groaning, closing her eyes for a moment.
She was a vision. Her red hair pooled on her pillow, framing her face. Her chest, still glossy from Maggie’s attentions, heaves. Her left hand reaches out to Maggie and clutches her hand. Maggie watches, transfixed, at her hand slowly moving underneath the simple cotton fabric.
“Oh my god, Sydney. You are so beautiful. How did I get so lucky.” Maggie whispers.
Sydney exhales for a moment as she gets situated. She sounds pained. “Maggie, I’m so wet. You have no idea what you do to me. Please, I need you.”
Maggie thought she might break. This evening was going to test her limits. Well, if this be the death of me, it’s a great way to go, she thought. She glances down at the damp spot starting to form in the front of Sydney’s briefs, and eagerly scoots closer alongside Sydney’s left side, half on top of her, returning to her previous ministrations, licking and sucking with more intent.
Sydney cries out, grateful at the increased attention and pressure of Maggie’s body. Maggie could feel Sydney’s arm moving quicker as she circles her clit in tandem with Maggie’s movements. Maggie’s mind was shattering, hearing the sounds Syd was making, not realizing that she had started to grind harder against Sydney’s left thigh.
“Fuck, Maggie, that’s so perfect. You’re so good.” She whispers over and over, eyes closed now.
Maggie cries out with a particular hard thrust. She wasn’t going to last long. She tries to inhale to slow herself down. She’s supposed to be working Syd up, and here she was losing control. Sydney recognizes how worked up her girlfriend has gotten and decides to shift gears, sacrificing her own needs.
“Come with me, Maggie. Can you come with me?”
“Oh my god, Syd…”
“You are so fucking sexy. I can’t wait to taste you.” She husked.
“Syd!” She thrusts faster, finding the perfect spot on Sydney’s thigh muscle. She was soaked. “Oh my god..” She’d never been one for sexy talk; it always sounded fake and manufactured with the guys she’d been with. This… this was much different. This was hot. Sydney was unraveling her with every word.
Sydney removes her hand from her underwear and reaches around, grabbing Maggie’s ass and pulling her tight against her leg. She kisses her deeply. Maggie moans at this new pressure as Sydney moves with her grinding.
Sydney flips them over, covering Maggie’s body with her own, keeping her thigh squarely where Maggie needs her the most. She starts to move, longer rolling thrusts.
Maggie gasps with this change of events. In control Sydney was sexy Sydney. Well, Sydney was always sexy, but this… this. Sydney props herself on her elbows for better leverage above Maggie. Maggie grabs her ass, guiding her.
Sydney dips her head down to capture a nipple, groaning at the taste of her. Maggie’s eyes widens and she explodes an exhale.
“Oh my god, Syd…”
“I want to make you feel good. Can I take these off?” Sydney toys at the waistband of Maggie’s blues. She didn’t want Maggie too far gone and she was headed that way fast. She needs to taste Maggie.
Maggie moans and nods desperately. This could only mean one thing and she was DESPERATE for Sydney’s mouth on her. She’s been thinking of this moment for years. She tries to shove her panties down quickly, but Sydney stops her hands, motioning that she wants to do it herself. She sits back on her heels and helps shimmy them down. Wrecked. And thank god she wasn’t slow about it. But she wasn’t quick about it either. Maggie’s pulse races.
Sydney watches the blue fabric as she moves them down her legs, drops them off the side of the twin bed, and raises her sight to Maggie’s apex, and then further up to see her lidded, excited expression. She could see Maggie’s wetness glistening. She wants express permission to take this next step.
She turns her legs off the bed, and stands to remove her own wrecked underwear. Maggie looks up at her in awe, like a vision- the light coming in from the doorway backlit her strong, trim figure and frame of auburn hair. Sydney pauses, looking down at her gorgeous girlfriend, leaning back and waiting for her with a smile and little else, wanting to take in this moment. She inhales and thanks God.
“Come here.”
She lies back down next to Maggie and rolls herself on top, kissing her deeply. Maggie wraps her arms around Syd’s back, still grinding upwards with her need. She tries to give Syd her signature eyebrow but it was clear she was struggling.
Sydney kisses her, whispering, “Maggie, I need to taste you.”
Maggie squeaks and nods. “Fuck, Sydney, yes. God yes.”
“Will you let me do that?”
“Babe. You’re killing me here.”
“It’s a big deal! I want you to be sure.”
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life, I promise you.”
Sydney chuckles her husky laugh and hums. “Will you tell me what you like?”
“I’ll be screaming it from the rooftops when you’re doing it right, I assure you…”
Sydney laughs again. “Ok, then.”
She kisses down to her breasts again, giving them special attention. Maggie is squirming impatiently. Syd makes a mental note to revisit. She continues down her path, revisiting her stomach. She can now detect Maggie’s scent; her powerful pheromones making Sydney a little delirious with want.
She adjusts herself at the end of the bed, and Maggie eagerly gives her space, canting her hips in anticipation. Sydney kisses the inside of Maggie’s knee, watching her carefully. Maggie has grasped both sides of the pillow her head is lying on, gripping tightly. Sydney slowly kisses her inner thighs, inching closer to her desire, still watching her girlfriend. Maggie glances down, watching Sydney watching her, eyes widening as her hot breath gets closer and closer. Her beautiful hair frames her face, eyes darkening. She wants to capture this image forever.
Sydney wraps her arms around Maggie’s thighs. She whispers to herself ‘baruch hashem’ and dips down.
Maggie has had her fair share of romantic partners. She’s human. However, she is not prepared for the hot, soft, velvet that suddenly encapsulates her. She tilts her head back and gasps.
“Oh god.”
Sydney hums and moves like a cheetah- her mouth is so soft, unlike the scratchy razor burn and facial hair she’s used to. She explores Maggie with intent, softly licking her flattened tongue through her folds, straight up to Maggie’s clit.
“Ungh, Maggie. You taste so fucking good. I knew you would taste so good.” She mutters to herself. Maggie hears her.
Maggie squeaks, biting her knuckles. Sydney circles, sucks on her clit, then returns to flattening her tongue. She pushes Maggie’s legs back and begins a firm, slow tempo on her clit.
Maggie has a moment to recognize that Sydney’s oral skills closely match her kissing skills. Which are very, very good. She feels pressure building already. This is going to be a slow burn. Sydney is not going to make this quick or have mercy on her. But it is going to be so, so worth it.
Sydney hums in appreciation, glancing up at her girlfriend. She occasionally lightly trails the back of Maggie’s thighs, hip bones, and stomach. Maggie is still biting her knuckles, but is also glancing down to watch Syd at work. Syd alternates between exploring down her folds, softly nibbling with her lips, to flattening her tongue and providing a circular pressure on her clit. Maggie is canting her hips to Sydney’s rhythm. She was so close.
She reaches down, brushing Sydney’s hair back from her face, lightly running her fingers through her hair. God, her hair…
“Yes, baby, yes, right there. Right THERE, oh my god…”
Maggie is sweating. She stares up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. Sydney tightens her hold around one of her thighs and reaches up with her right hand to caress her breast and play with her nipple. She pinches as she more firmly licks steadily at Maggie’s clit.
I’m going to die. I’m never coming back from this, Maggie thinks. She can also have this forever and the thought makes her even more delirious.
Maggie starts whimpering her girlfriend’s name, recognizing the tempo that she’s currently building is going to be the one she rides out. The big one. She grabs Sydney’s free hand, squeezing her consent to have Sydney finish this and needing an anchor.
Sydney recognizes the signs that she’s close. Maggie is chanting Sydney’s name softly, volume increasing. She’s slipping in a ‘fuck’ and an ‘oh god’ here and there as well. Sydney starts grinding down on the bed, in tandem with her strokes, seeking contact. She’s moaning into Maggie, unable to hold back. She’s so close as well- she could just reach down and quickly take care of herself, but… Maggie first.
After a particularly well-placed suck, Maggie is at her limit.
“Please! Oh god, please Syd, please let me come, please… I need you…”
Sydney kisses her clit one last time and quickly crawls up her body. She kisses her deeply, Maggie moaning at her own taste. Sydney slides to her side, reaches her left arm around her shoulders, and tugs on her left nipple as she reaches back down with her right, dipping her first two fingers into Maggie’s pool, bringing them up to circle her clit in firm circles.
Maggie cries out. “SYD! FUCK, oh my god don’t stop!”
Sydney replies with a little more pressure, but doesn’t increase her speed. Steady. Maggie’s so wet. Her head is swimming.
Maggie feels a sensation; familiar, distant, but building very quickly.
“Syd? Syd, I think….”
Sydney feels a warm gush as Maggie squirts. Maggie gasps. Sydney hums and kisses behind Maggie’s ear. This was a delightful surprise. She keeps steady.
Maggie is bucking again. Syd holds her tighter. She moves her right leg and pins Maggie’s legs down. She pulls Maggie’s ass against her front and grinds into her from behind as she keeps up her circles at Maggie’s clit. Maggie cries out as she gushes again, this time all over Sydney. Sydney moans at the feeling of the warm liquid between them.
Maggie is sobbing. Sydney holds her from behind, fondling her breasts and tweaking nipples at random.
“I can’t. I CAN’T. Sydney, it feels so good. It’s too big, it’s too much.”
“Yes, you can, Maggie. Come on. Let me hear you.”
Maggie feels the heat burning deep within her. It starts in her lower belly, sharp and hot. She feels it in her toes. She is delirious in a fog. Vaguely she can hear herself chanting something, and Sydney is whispering in her ear very dirty things. Or encouraging things, depending on how you look at it. Maggie turns her head and stares into Syd’s dark eyes. She glances down at Syd’s lips, kisses her. The ball in her gut is spinning large and bright and threatens to pull her under.
“I…”
“Come for me, Maggie. Let it go.” She whispers against her lips.
She sees stars behind her eyelids. She shivers, feels a warm wave, curling her toes. She vaguely hears herself crying out in the distance, but can’t hear much over the rush/roar in her ears. Sydney is holding her so tightly, steady pressure circling her clit. She’s tearing apart- everything is white hot. She’s never felt this kind of release before. She’s not sure how she can ever come back from this.
Her whole body seizes as she comes, eyes rolling back, voice cracking as she cries out. She suspends for what feels like eternity.
She collapses back against Syd, twitching with aftershocks. Sydney brings her down slowly, kissing her neck, murmuring sweet encouragement.
“Maggie, that was so beautiful. You’re so, so beautiful…” her voice cracking.
She slows her movements but doesn’t pull away just yet, keeping her hand there, cupping her.
Maggie gasps and breathes heavily into the silence of the room. Sydney releases her hold, but keeps her arms around Maggie. She nuzzles into her neck and sighs.
Maggie coughs a few times.
After several long moments of twitching and catching her breath, Maggie clears her throat, eyes closed.
Sydney looks down at her, contentedly.
“Are you ok?”
Maggie glances down at herself, covered in her own fluids, laying in a puddle, which is starting to cool.
“Uh, yep. I’m good.”
Sydney laughs, hums and kisses her sweaty forehead. She pulls a comforter over them. Maggie pulls her down into a sweaty hug.
“Good thing I know where the spare towels are, huh?”
“Ugh, sorry. I’m so awkward.”
“No, this is decidedly a better use of that information.”
The silence is comfortable as they smile at each other. Sydney kisses her softly. Maggie knows that right after an amazing sex session is not an ideal time to tell a person that you love them, but that was no normal sex session either. A proposal is also ill timed, but it would be funny, she muses. Can I lock this down? Score, she thinks.
She sits up, alarmed. “Syd! Oh my god! I left you hanging!”
“Maggie…”
“Oh my god. Did you? You didn’t! You took control and I completely went with it and…”
“It’s fine, Maggie. Really. I don’t think you understand how much…”
“… then my brain broke, like I think I left my body, Syd, I’m serious…”
…pleasure I got out of that. I would happily remain untouched every night to watch you come like that…”
“I would die, Syd. That? Every night? Nope, dead.”
Sydney laughs. “I’m… pleased? That you’re pleased. Because that was… awe-inspiring.”
They both reflect for a moment.
“Syd, you never told me you were a…” she sputters, “a sex monster!”
Sydney laughs hard in her raspy, post sex chuckle, “Well, to be fair, you didn’t tell me you were the Trevi fountain, either.” She teased.
Maggie gasps. “Hey! I’ll have you know that that has never happened. With a partner.”
Sydney raises her eyebrows. “Ah, well, good to know.”
Maggie sighs deeply, aware that she’s lying in a puddle. This needs to be taken care of. Especially when Sydney needs to be taken care of. She kisses her girlfriend’s cheek.
“I’m going to grab a few of those towels and a couple waters. When I get back… it’s your turn, Dr. Katz…”