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She’s idly clearing up her office space after a meeting when her personal phone rings. It takes a few moments before Sera picks up, getting over her initial shock after glancing at the caller ID. Velvette never calls her during the day.
When she answers, the other woman’s talking at her immediately. “Hey, baby. I’ll have to cancel, I really am not in the mood to go out tonight.” From her side of the phone, Sera can hear how frantically Velvette is moving as she does whatever it is. People chatter around her, and Sera is sure the other woman is scowling in that way of hers.
“Is everything alright?” It takes a bit of effort, but she tries to keep her tone as nondescript as possible. Thus far, her secretary, Peter, hasn’t looked up from compiling his meeting notes together.
“Yeah, no. There’s just a fuckin’ wildfire I’ve got to put out before any other networks get a whiff—plus we’re behind on content production, one of my bitch editors quit so now I’ve got to replace her article, and I’m about to strangle Valentino,” she says, getting louder as she evidently shouts at said man on her nerves, “because he’s being so fucking indecisive about material. Genuinely, I’m on the verge, I might kill myself.”
“Oh, no,” Sera says, though she can’t help but find Velvette’s earnest annoyance more than a little endearing. Something in her seems to love it when the younger woman is good at her job.
“Something funny, babe?” Vel drawls. She’s calmer now, Sera thinks, even though she’s using her ‘dangerous’ tone of voice. (Sera’s never heard it in the context of anywhere outside the… bedroom, but she’s not sure it should be so fond.)
“Not at all.” Her hand comes up to fiddle with her necklace, the metal of her cross pendant stark and cold where it kisses her bare skin. She tries not to laugh when Velvette gasps in faux-shock.
“Fucking bitch,” is the answer Sera gets for her trouble, but she knows what Velvette sounds like when she’s smiling. She raises a brow, but says nothing. “Anyways, maybe I’ll see you tonight, if I can afford to swing by.”
She waves her off before remembering that Vel can’t see her from her side of the phone call.
“Don’t worry, I can occupy myself,” Sera says. She knows what it’s like to be so busy, to be a working woman, and by God if she’s going to be the overbearing, intolerant partner she’s dealt with so many times before in court. Not that their relationship is anything further than… um, physically intimate. At all. “Please don’t rush anything on my account.”
“I won’t,” Vel reassures, sharp and sure, “but I’ll be thinkin’ of you.”
Sera knows she’s flushed slightly red, especially since she’s noticed Peter keeps stealing curious glances at her. “That’s… sweet,” she says, carefully neutral.
Velvette scoffs. There’s the slight sound of scribbling. “Don’t insult me. I just, I haven’t seen you in a while, that’s all.” She sounds distracted. “How long’s it been?”
“Almost a week,” says Sera, much too quickly. She can definitely feel Peter’s eyes boring into her now. Surreptitiously, she shoos him out of the room, and he purses his lips suspiciously as he packs up. “I, I think.”
The cackle that crackles in from the receiver makes her grumble, knowing her face is surely enflamed. It only makes Velvette laugh at her harder. “That desperate are we, babe?”
She grumbles even more. “No, I—, that’s not, um—”
“Bet you’ve been thinkin’ about me.” Vel says suggestively, laughter still in her voice. Sera’s mouth drops open slightly, her flustered brain scrambling for a response, but Velvette’s voice cuts her off again. “Fucking hell, where are my proofs?” It obviously isn’t directed towards her, but Sera cringes anyway. There’s more movement, the phone being put down, and something that sounds like Velvette yelling at some poor employee.
A few more moments, and then the other woman is on the phone again. “Sorry, babe, I gotta go.” She thinks she hears Velvette hesitate, just for a moment, which surprises her, a little. “Thanks for makin’ me feel better. Even though I probably won’t be able to have my way with you later.”
Sera doesn’t think she could get any redder. “Yeah, yes any—, anytime.”
“Careful, I might take you up on that,” Vel teases. A part of Sera thinks that she maybe wouldn’t mind that. “Bye, baby. Kisses.”
“Kisses,” Sera echoes, faintly.
Sera’s still blushing when Emily barges into the room, startling her into a little jump. It makes her pen jerk against the paper she’s currently reading through, following the words with its tip, and she thanks God that it wasn’t really anything that can’t be re-printed.
“Emily,” she chastises. “Don’t do that, I could have been in a meeting.”
“You weren’t,” her sister says cheerily, overconfident as always. Sera would blame her youth, but she herself was nothing like that when she was Emily’s age. She’s tempted to roll her eyes, but stops herself. She can’t help a light frown, though. “I checked with Pete.”
“Who is Pete?” Sera sighs, mildly disinterested and going back to her document.
Emily fixes her with a look, coming right up to her desk with her arms crossed in front of her. “Peter. Come on, Sera, I know you know that one.” She then leans her hip against the polished wood, head tilted consideringly. Her eyes are wide and innocent, which Sera knows means she’s going to start digging. Goodness knows her sister has infinite curiosity about her personal life. It’s exhausting.
“He also said,” she sings lightly, “that you were on the phone? It sounded personal, Peter said so.”
“My secretary should mind his own business,” she frowns.
Evidently, Emily chooses to ignore her. She leans closer, her necklace clicking against the desk’s surface. It’s silver and long, and she’s pretty sure Lute got it for her—if she remembers correctly. “So, it was personal?”
“Just a client,” she says quickly, forgetting the fact that she can’t lie, and that even if she could, her sister could absolutely pick up on it.
“And you’re blushing, because…?”
“It’s hot in here. Clearly.”
Emily hums at her. “Yeah-huh. Okay.” When it’s clear that Sera is going to say nothing more, she flops onto the table, pressing her cheek onto the dark wood. “Please, Sera. Please, please, please. Just tell me who you’re dating, Sera, and I won’t ask anything else. You can tell me, I’m literally your sister!”
She pretends she’s not still warm and distracted by the thoughts of Velvette still tickling at the back of her mind. “I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sera,” Emily whines, stomping her foot. It’s not very effective in her office ballet flats. She moves to stand behind her sister, pinching at her cheeks and leaning her pointy chin on Sera’s shoulder. Huffing, she shakes the younger woman off.
“Hey, st–” her sister starts patting at her cheeks, hands flailing and meeting Sera’s own defensive ones, “---stop. Stop it, Emily. Shouldn’t you be at work?”
“Lunch break,” Emily shrugs. “And I’m sorry, but I just love bothering you, natural curiosity, and all. I will get it out of you eventually,” she says with a giggle, leaping to wrap her arms around Sera’s neck. “Love you, love you!”
Sera chuckles good naturedly, even though she generally finds this behaviour a little exhausting. “I, well, I love you too,” she says, softly.
“Yay!”
She kisses Emily’s brow, patting her twice on the head. “Now, go get lunch and stop bothering me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Sera gets another phone call while she’s going over the finances for the month, a half-eaten salad by her elbow. It was light and vinegary, and had been garnished with dried cranberries. The only thing left in her bowl are the cut cucumbers, because she doesn’t like eating the skins.
Her phone rings a few times before she notices; it’s mainly the vibration against her desk, its deep rumbles cutting through the silence of her office, that catches her eye.
“Sera Phim, Senior Partner, Paradise Law.”
The voice on the other side of the phone is deep and self-satisfied, and only recognisable to her because she’s overheard it when around V-Tower. Really, if not for Velvette, she’d have no idea who Vox is, since she doesn’t exactly keep up with television. Sera doesn’t even watch the news that much, preferring to read.
“Vox, CEO of Voxtech, face of the Vees,” he says, and Sera bites her cheek, unsure if he wants a response since she’s already introduced herself. She has the distinct feeling she’s being made fun of. “Nice to finally meet you. Am I right in saying you’re Velvette’s girl?”
Oh. What the heck does Sera say to that?
“Um, well… I don’t really…”
“I’m gonna take that as a yes,” he says, bored with her stammering. “Listen, whoever you are,” as if she hadn’t already given him her name, “we need you to come by V-Tower ASAP. We’re having a little… crisis, right now.
She's having a bit of a day, and I’m told you were meant to have a date tonight. Which, really,” he starts laughing to himself, a low, clipped chuckle, and then mutters, “explains her frustration… Listen to this: Vel, sweetie—”
It sounds like he places the phone on speaker and then holds it away from him, shaking it all the while. “Who’s that?” she hears Velvette yell distantly, the click of her heels getting louder as she struts closer, “Are you calling her? I told you not to fucking call her, Vee—”
“Too late, already calling!” Vox says cheerily, accompanied by the sound of him running away. And then he presses a button, continuing, “so you see our little dilemma,” as if that was supposed to prove something.
Sera knows her frown is deep, but she can’t help it. She’s confused, and she’s already exhausted by the man who speaks so fast that it leaves her at a loss of what to say. “And you’re calling me to—”
“---help take her mind off things, maybe take a break or two.”
“… Because you’re worried about her…?”
“Sure,” Vox concedes, sounding like he doesn’t believe it, like he’s saying it just to placate her. “In so little words, we’re worried about her, fine.”
“He’s worried about her making him look bad,” another voice says from afar, accented and silken. “Voxy would never care about anyone, ever, isn’t that right babe?”
“Ignore him,” Vox grumbles. “He’s being a brat right now because I won’t let him do whatever the fuck he wants with his share of the company.”
Sera suddenly feels like he’s not really talking to her anymore.
“And because you didn’t say it back,” Valentino whines. “Besides, I’m too stupid to know how to do anything, right? Only the big carajo in charge can handle deals like—”
“Val!” Vox snaps, and Sera flinches. It’s followed by a dark chuckle that makes her mildly uncomfortable. “Val, Val, Val. I know you weren’t about to talk private business while Carmine’s fucking lawyer is on the phone.”
So he does know who she is, Sera thinks in the silence that follows, worrying her lip all the while.
Something must happen, because in a moment, Vox is back on the phone, acting as if he hadn’t been interrupted.
“So, you’ll be here in ten, fifteen minutes?” Vox says, as if they’ve already discussed it.
“Oh, wait, I really don’t—”
“Great! We’ll see you then. Val has something for you to wear. Bye!”
What the… fuck?
Well, she had been a little disappointed that their evening plans had been cancelled, after all. This was just God’s way of showing her the benefits of patience. Right?
V-Tower is almost exactly how she imagined it. Big, and shiny, and slightly boisterous. Even in the dark of the evening, the building is illuminated from the inside, offices glowing, however dimly, though the bustle of the workday dies down.
Her taxi stops at the back entrance, as Vox had instructed. Directly ahead of her is an elevator, less showy than the entire rest of the tower, and Sera knows that this is their private elevator.
Stepping in, she presses the button that says Vees Lounge, coloured in blue and pink and purple, and the sleek doors woosh closed as she’s whisked upwards.
An incredibly tall, surprisingly broad man, hair buzzed and bleached blonde, greets her, bringing her into their lounge. Valentino, she assumes, from the sensual, lopsided smile he lathers onto her. It's different from Vel's, she thinks. The one that pulls at her dimpled cheek, showing off strangely sharp canines, a possessive, playful grin that Sera thinks about when she's particularly... needy.
Another thing that tells Sera the man—scantily dressed in a mesh top that barely covers his chest—is Valentino is the perfume that follows him as he walks up to introduce himself. Cloying and mass-produced, just like Velvette says. "Amorcito, glad you could make it. I'm Valentino," he purrs, taking her hand and bringing it to his plush, glossy lips. "Nice to finally meet Vel's mami that's got her in such a twist." On his staggering jet-black platforms, he leans back to give her a once over, though, unexpectedly, says nothing and just smacks his lips.
"Val, hands off," another voice says behind him, emerging from the shadows. Vox. He strides up to her in tailored striped trousers. "Sorry about that, I should have warned you that Val can be... handsy."
"Oh, shush, babe," Valentino waves him off. "I was just introducing myself. You know that Vel isn't going to."
Vox, seeming domineering despite the fact that he's shorter than the both of them, scoffs under his breath. "Yeah, like she ever does." He clasps his hands behind his back and starts walking, giving Sera and Val no choice but to follow; Sera, lightly frowning and Val, with an amused sigh. "Anyways, great that you're here," he says, grinning, but really, it seems like he's gritting his teeth.
He snaps gloved fingers, and Valentino sighs, but does what he's apparently been told anyway. Next thing she knows, she's being pushed into a room—grand and purple and dimly-lit—with a bundle of fabric in her arms. A... nightgown. Valentino shuts the door behind her while blowing kisses at her, wishing her good luck with a suggestive smile. Sera pretends she doesn't blush.
Across from the door is a full length mirror, and Sera ducks away from it. She refuses to look into the mirror as she undresses out of her work clothes, feeling her ears go warm. Embarrassing. Carefully, she piles her clothes on Velvette's dresser, unclasping her bra and folding it on top. She swallows, her skin goose-bumped and shy, and she frowns at her ridiculousness, putting on the dress Valentino handed her.
The dress is white silk with a lace trim, scandalously short. It has a slit down both sides, cutting into her hips so that her backside would be exposed if she should ever walk around it in. The bottom 'half'—if it could even be called that, as it ends practically an inch or two below her vagina—is all lace, and purely decorative. The same see-through fabric overs her chest, cut so low that Sera feels her breasts could spill out if she breathed too hard.
Velvette would probably like that, Sera thinks, and then shakes her head at herself. Just the thought of Vel seeing this is enough to make her tremble, already feeling her skin prickle, needy. Oh, God. A glance in the mirror tells her that her nipples are already visibly hard, desperate for attention. In an effort to hide them, she adjusts her hair over her shoulders, platinum blending with white. Another look in the mirror.
She looks... good.
Oh, fuck.
She hears Velvette outside the door, walking closer and closer. It sounds like she’s swapped out of her heels, wearing a duller sort of footwear.
Sera doesn’t know what to do with herself, her mind startling her into a frozen position standing slightly in front of the door, hands folded in front of her.
Should she smile? Or announce herself before Vel walks into the room? What should she do—
The handle turns quickly, and all at once, Velvette’s deep brown eyes—the warm tint to them making them seem almost red—are staring up at her. Her brows are slanted downwards, but Sera isn’t worried about that, really. They’re always slanted. Slowly, her stubborn frown curls into a pleased smirk, and Sera feels the trailing of Vel’s gaze up her body like fingerprints.
God, it’s warm in here.
“Baby,” Velvette greets, and Sera tries not to falter at the name. It makes her feel… some sort of way when the younger woman calls her that. “What’re you doin’ here? No, wait, let me guess. Vox convinced you to drag yourself over here.”
“No, not at all,” she says, because she doesn’t feel like that’s true at all.
“No?” Vel raises her brow.
“Okay, no, yeah, he, he did. But I wasn’t dragged,” she says wryly. “I want to be here, Velvette.”
Velvette hums. “Good.” She moves closer, shutting the door behind her and ignoring the laughing down the hallway, the click of the lock wreaking havoc on Sera’s heartbeat. Her fingers play with the lace of Sera’s borrowed (or gifted?) nightgown, pristine, unsullied white striking against Velvette’s soft brown hands, lightly callused from sewing.
“This isn’t yours,” she says, voice barely a whisper.
“No. How did you know?”
Velvette’s pinky grazes her thigh as she trails her hands under the fabric, inside the gown and almost cupping Sera’s behind. “It’s short. You’d never wear somethin’ this short.”
Sera’s laugh is annoyingly breathless. “You’re right.”
“I am,” Velvette says, like she’s won an argument. “You look… damn good, darling,” she finishes, and leans close.
When Velvette kisses her, neck craning forwards to capture her lips and turning them into a wall, Sera feels herself melt and go pliant. Her lips belong to Vel, taken with an open mouth, furiously dirty. Velvette’s kisses feel almost desperate, like she’s so eager for a taste of Sera that she can barely focus on what she wants first.
There’s a tongue in her mouth, trailing against her teeth, and all Sera hears is the echoing of their spit sliding against each other as Vel pushes her further into the wall, hand gripping her waist. Everything is so wet that Sera already feels herself losing her mind, a little. She feels Velvette grin, pulling away just before kissing her again, not caring that Sera can’t catch her breath.
Someone’s moaning, unashamed, and it takes Sera a second to realise that it’s her. It turns into a cry when Vel moves to the column of her throat, lips hungry and claiming like she can barely manage to kiss, and Velvette moans back.
“You sound so good,” she says, her voice deeper than Sera’s heard before. It makes her want to squeeze her legs together, but the thought of Velvette noticing has her flushing even darker. “God, I’ve been thinking about fucking you since I called today,” she admits.
“I’ve been… thinking about you too,” Sera manages, even as Velvette, clearly pleased by her statement, has started biting now, sinking her teeth in like she wants to eat her alive.
“All I thought about at work was filling you up, darling. All I've thought all goddamn week,” she says, and Sera clenches so hard that Vel laughs at her. “So tense. You like that? Want my fingers? Or my tongue?”
“Velvette.”
“Both? All?” The other woman can’t help but tease her, and even now, Sera’s back is arching desperately even though Velvette hasn’t even touched her yet, hands wandering aimlessly. Her arousal has never gone from simmering to all-consuming so quickly, her body moving like under a command. “Greedy thing, aren’t you, angel?”
Velvette’s hands have made it under her nightgown again. The fabric is so thin that Sera can see the outline of her hands, small yet so… striking, curling around her hips, dragging the material upwards. The silk brushing against her skin feels like kisses itself, and the thought only makes Sera wetter.
“I love this on you,” Vel says. Her lips have found the neckline, now, following its dip. Her nipples are already so sensitive, and when Velvette’s cheek brushes against her left one, she moans as her legs tremble. “You look like you’ve fallen from heaven.”
Sera feels the irrational need to thank her.
Carefully, Vel pulls at the fabric, exposing her breast and a shoulder to the rapidly heating air. “I’d love to see these bounce while you take my cock,” she murmurs against Sera’s skin, and Sera almost stumbles at the words. She’s never enjoyed—, she has nothing to compare, but her imagination rears its unhelpful head, and she thinks about it.
“That’s… so crass,” she murmurs, even as her brain whirs into overdrive and she thinks.
Thinks about the feeling of Velvette inside her as her hips move in and out at a savage pace, thinks about how… stretched she would feel. How Vel’s hands would pin her to the bed, about the feeling of being totally owned, stuffed so full with, with her cock she can only scream for more—oh god, even just thinking that makes her mouth fall open with something like shame and her eyes flutter—and she can’t help it.
“Please,” Sera whispers, even though she doesn’t know what for, and Velvette’s fingers dig into her skin like she’s struggling to control herself. Sera doesn’t want her to.
She feels so unbelievably warm, her hair is sticking to her forehead and she’s breathing so hard when Vel’s barely even done anything. Her breasts are aching, and she wants to cup them so badly, needs Vel to touch her.
“You like that, babe?” Vel sounds so excited at the prospect, of, of fucking Sera with her cock, that Sera feels a wave of fondness through her breathless arousal. “Don’t get shy on me now, love, we’re well past that.” Her hands find Sera’s own, larger ones, and spear them into her hair, curls soft and well-groomed. “And don’t be afraid to pull. If you need something to hold on to,” she says, and winks at her. Sera would be more annoyed, if Vel falling to her knees didn’t make her so dizzy.
The woman tucks both fingers at the waistband of her underwear, lace and pretty just for Vel—Sera’s a little ashamed at the way she’s dressed, like a filthy present, a plaything—and says, “these are so sexy, but they’ve got to go,” and Sera is so helpless.
Her hips lift from the wall as Vel trails her panties down her shaking legs, leaving goosebumped flesh in its wake. “Good job, darling. God, you’re too fucking pretty,” Vel mutters, to herself more than anything, and Sera whines high in her throat, hips rolling and the junction of her thighs flooding with wetness.
She can’t help it, can’t help it, can’t help it.
Velvette groans happily as Sera tugs at her hair at the words. The underwear comes off, leaving a trail of Sera’s arousal on her inner thigh. It’s sticky and wet, and oh god, Velvette leans in to practically press her nose against Sera’s centre, grinning up at her. “Fuck, smells delicious.”
Oh, Holy Father. Velvette’s dirty, dirty mouth makes her lips fall open. “You’re drippin’ baby,” she says, and Sera whines, feeling her knees weaken when Vel trails her tongue up her thigh to then lick up her slit, the barest pressure on her clit.
It’s the slightest feeling, but Sera’s back rises and her legs buckle at it anyways, a moan trailing past her lips.
Again, Velvette laughs. “Should we move somewhere horizontal, babe?” she teases, but Sera has no presence of mind to do anything but nod. For it, she gets an unexpectedly sweet kiss on her upper thigh, and she bites her lip, trying not to be so pleased. “I love how desperate you get when I’m about to fuck you.”
The shorter woman leads them to her bed, in the centre of the room, of course. Sera can imagine what colour the sheets are in full light—some sort of purple, or magenta—but in the room’s dimness, they almost seem black.
“Lay down, pretty thing,” Velvette demands, and she does exactly that, just as pliant as Velvette takes off her nightgown, too. The pillows are incredibly soft, but Sera’s distracted from thinking about how many of them there are when Velvette straddles her, taking off her own shirt.
She’s smaller than Sera, obviously, but gorgeous—also obvious. While slender, there’s an obvious solidity to the muscles under perfect brown skin, and she watches Velvette’s thighs flex as she adjusts herself over Sera’s hips. It annoys her that she’s still wearing her shorts.
She pulls her closer by her belt loops, and Velvette falls over her with a little oomph sound that Sera honestly finds adorable.
For a moment, their nipples brush, cold metal and hard skin kissing Sera’s own sensitive buds. Vel pants into her open mouth, rubbing their breasts against each other again, and Sera can hardly focus past how hot it makes her. She needs skin. “Take these off.”
Immediately, Velvette’s off of her. “Excuse me,” she says dryly, a light frown playing at her swollen lips. She leans back, perky breasts swaying as she does. Even in the low light, the bars pierced through them shine temptingly, and Sera remembers how they feel between her fingers, how they make Velvette buck against her when she pinches them, moaning with her head thrown back towards the ceiling, unabashedly putting herself on display.
For the billionth time, Sera feels desperately like she needs to cross her legs.
Or like she needs Velvette to take permanent residence there.
But first, she thinks with her hands cupping Velvette’s still clothed behind—Velvette smirking at her all the while—there’s something else she needs. Urgently. She frowns, and grumbles slightly as she changes her wording, embarrassed flush high on her cheeks. “Can… Can you take these off? I want to feel.”
She thinks she should feel less proud about the way that Velvette appraises her. “Better,” she says, and goes back to nibbling at Sera’s neck, moving so incredibly slow that Sera thinks she’ll be a puddle before Velvette actually gets to… um, fucking her.
She’s still thinking about Velvette’s… cock. (Deep inside her, pistoning into her, filling her again and again until she can barely breathe. Oh, God, what if Vel turns her around—)
Something in her shuddering breath must give her away, because Velvette smiles knowingly at her collarbone. “Feelin’ a little neglected, babe? I know you’re desperate but you can wait.” Her lips move further down, around the swell of her breast, biting at where the previous bites had only just finished healing. Velvette seems to love her breasts, marking them and claiming them, and oh, a tongue rubs up against her nipple, dragging its coarseness against her and pulling upwards.
“Not that much of a slut, are you?” Vel asks as she does it again, the other hand raising to pull carelessly at her other nipple, and Sera whimpers at the rough treatment. “Not yet, at least.” And then, more to herself, she says around Sera’s tit, “maybe when you’re cock-drunk.”
“Fuck, Velvette,” she whispers, her instant shame at the words reddening her ears and making her slicker. Her hips raise impossibly high, making contact with Vel’s body above her and she gasps at the pressure, just so but not nearly enough.
“That’s much better,” Vel purrs, finally satisfied. “There’s my girl.”
“I need you,” she whines, feeling like she’s going to cry. She knows Velvette would laugh at her about it. The thought makes her even wetter.
“Aw, baby,” Vel coos, cruel and sickeningly sweet all at once. She bites at Sera’s chin, dropping her jaw with a pull of her teeth. Mindlessly, her mouth drops open and Velvette stares furiously at her, like there’s something she wants but won’t take.
“What,” she breathes through her fog of arousal. “What is it?” Before Vel can answer, Sera takes the woman’s hands off her chest and interlaces them, bringing them to her lips and kissing Vel’s knuckles.
Every kiss, each time her lips part, she stares up at Vel, knowing that the other woman likes eye contact. There’s a click of Vel’s jaw, tense and wanting and something so restrained that Sera wants to dig out.
So, she smiles at Velvette—knowing it makes her so reactive, but not knowing why—and lifts a few of Vel’s fingers. It’s so shameful, so dirty, but she brings two of them to her mouth and starts licking, like how Vel makes her do.
“Fucking hell, Sera.”
She feels Vel’s eyes on her, fully-blown and turned-on beyond belief, watching hungrily as Sera’s tongue trails around slender fingers, parting them with a generous moan. But it’s not enough; Velvette would normally have pressed into her, added pressure, made her choke. So she tries harder and sucks, whining at the performance she’s made of herself, eyebrows drawing together as she hollows her cheeks.
“Fucking Christ,” Vel groans as her hips thrust against her. It offers neither Sera nor Vel any relief, but she does it again, jostling Sera’s bruised breasts and spearing Vel’s fingers deeper into her mouth until she gags, eyes watering.
She takes a hand out of Sera’s grip and roughly pulls at her hair, Sera arching underneath her as she finally feels a few tears track down her temples as her eyes close. “Ah, Vel!”
“Is this what you fucking want, babe? You want me to fuck you stupid, huh? Want your brain to leak out of your pussy?”
“I… yes!” Sera whimpers.
But Vel still doesn’t do anything, instead she demands, “look at me. Look at me, Sera.” Sera does, as Vel tugs at her hair to bring their gazes together. “Focus, baby. I should’ve—fuck!” she says, suddenly angry with herself. “I should have said this earlier, fuck. I had a bad day, and I’m gonna take it out on you if I’m not careful, but apparently that’s what you want, dirty slut—”
Sera whines, mind wandering again.
“Sera, focus. I’m telling you that I’m not going to be gentle. Or all-there. We need a safeword.” She pauses, in case Sera wants to bring one up, but then decides that Sera’s not going to come up with one fast enough. “Let’s say cucumber, since you fuckin’ hate ‘em, right?”
Sera’s calmed down a little, since Velvette’s removed her fingers from her mouth and eased on her hair, instead gently stroking at her platinum locks. It makes Sera feel a little like her emotional psyche is being thrown around, but she doesn’t really mind that. She likes it, she thinks.
She’s got the presence of mind to note that it’s sweet, that Vel remembers that she has a disliking for cucumbers. When she nods to answer the question, Vel rewards her with a kiss, uncharacteristically soft.
“And the light system, too, I fuckin’ guess. Green for good, yellow for slow down,” Vel recites, “and—fucking, I don’t know, cucumber for stop.” Sera doesn’t know why they’re not just using the full colour system, but she won’t ask. It’s not important.
Some part of Sera notes that Vel’s clearly never set rules like these out before. That it’s a development in their… relationship that requires so much trust, and, and care? Does Velvette care?
“And for non-verbal signals.” Vel takes Sera’s hand, so gentle that Sera wants to cry all over again, and curls it into a fist. “This is green.” Then, she pulls up her index finger. “This is yellow.” And then she holds Sera’s entire hand up. “This is stop.”
“Non-verbal?”
Velvette smiles slyly at her, and Sera blushes like it’s their first time. “If you can’t speak, baby,” she says, and before Sera can scoff at her cockiness, a kiss is planted on her frowning lips, tender and slow. Their noses brush as they share air, and Sera can’t help but smile against Vel’s lips.
She then feels Velvette grip her neck, hard enough like she wants to bruise her—Sera knows she does—as she kisses Sera again, hard like she can’t bear the way Sera smiles at her. She forces her mouth open, her smile to flutter into desperation. Her mouth is still sticky from Vel’s fingers, and the corners of her mouth tight from the few tears.
Vel’s fingers trace the leftover sheen, her thoughts at the same place. “You look so fit, choking on my fingers, by the way. So pathetic.” She kisses down Sera’s body, lathering Sera’s breasts with her tongue, sucking bruises into the centre of her chest, and detouring to bite at her hipbones. “Maybe I’ll stuff my strap in there, too.”
“Oh,” Sera gasps. Vel’s fingers have started caressing her thighs. She feels so utterly marked by Velvette, covered in her saliva, and from Vel smirking at her between her legs, she knows she looks debauched already.
“Jesus,” Vel says, spreading her legs and putting her on, on display. She’s sure she’s stained the bedsheets, whimpering in a pool of her own arousal. The pillow that Vel pushes under her hips will probably end up stained, too. She flutters at the thought, her own arousal smeared against every piece of fabric in Velvette’s room.
“Your pussy’s just droolin’ for me, isn’t it?” She takes her fingers and spreads Sera’s lower lips, like she’s inspecting her, leaving her open and vulnerable and avoiding her clit entirely. “God, your cunt is too fucking pretty,” Vel says, and gently blows.
Sera’s hips practically jackknifes off the bed as she keens, mouth dropping wide. “I’m, I’m very sensitive, Vel,” she whimpers. “You, I… you’ve been teasing me—, so long, I’m…”
“So horny you can’t finish a sentence,” Vel finishes, and before Sera can wince at her wording, Velvette licks the flat of her tongue up her centre, pressing up against her clit.
“Oh! Velvette—”
Vel hums against her, pushing the vibrations between Sera’s legs as she parts sensitive lower lips. She starts circling the pink and pulsing pearl of flesh, refusing to add more pressure until Sera’s slender fingers grip at her hair and her hips rise mindlessly.
To retaliate, her teeth come out, scraping at Sera’s clit until she yelps, over-sensitive after Velvette’s merciless teasing. “What do you want, baby? I’m not a mind-reader,” she says, mocking.
“You,” Sera whines, because she can’t think anymore. Her hips keep rising, and her eyes keep slipping closed in rhythm with her legs falling open. She feels so, so dirty, so whorish. But if this is what it takes to get Velvette to touch her, then— “please, ohplease,” she begs as Vel suddenly begins to lap at her.
She looks down to see Vel’s perfect, pink mouth on her with a feral grin, eyes shut and brows pinched like she’s… like she’s minutes away from coming herself. Sera’s mouth drops open as Vel sucks her between sharp teeth, ravenously desperate like Sera’s the fountain of living waters.
Vel’s started rocking her own hips in time, too, subtly moving against the bed as she buries her face in Sera, moaning wildly all the while. A glance further reveals Vel’s hand shoved between her own legs, and if Sera strains, she can hear the lewd sounds of Vel f-fucking herself to the taste of her. “Oh, God—”
Vel groans. “Shit, baby.”
“I-inside, ple—please, can you—” Sera pleads, breathless and crazy. She feels Vel nod furiously, and her eyes slip closed again as the younger woman walks two sticky fingers up her thigh—wet from her own arousal, Sera realises, and she gushes right into Velvette’s waiting mouth.
Small, sure fingers find their way to Sera’s fluttering entrance, sliding two in with ease as a thumb rubs firmly against Sera’s aching pearl. Her chest heaves as her jaw goes slack, hips already restless, out of rhythm as Vel hooks her fingers just so. A keening noise fills the room. Vel slides her fingers out, then pushes back in, finding a rhythm as she strokes harder, curls deeper.
Her vision’s starting to get blurry. Vel lowers her mouth yet again and slurps at her clit, making an absolute mess, as fingers rub against the roughness inside her that makes her helpless. Sera’s lightheaded. Her body is Vel’s, to take, to command, to use. She feels her legs seize, her hips shifting left and right like she can’t get enough as Vel’s fingers fill her, the sloppy sounds making her breath hitch and mewl.
“Oh, s-so good,” she stutters, her mouth barely able to close. Vel catches her twitching thighs, holding one still as her fingers slide in and out. She feels like she’s thrashing against the sweat-soaked sheets. Then, with surprising strength, Vel drags Sera impossibly closer.
“That’s it, baby,” Vel groans, muffled with a mouth full of, of cunt. Of Sera’s cunt. Oh, God. “Come on, grind harder. You won’t break me, I’m not a doll.” She leans down and starts licking at her clit like she wants to rip it out of her. “You taste so fuckin’ good, wanna fuck you forever.”
“I’m gonna—I’m gonna—” she wails, and she knows she’s crying by now. Vel starts fucking into her faster, lapping at her like a dog, and Sera cries, coming all at once it surprises her. Her muscles quake, and she’s clenching so hard around Vel’s fingers it makes the woman moan alongside Sera’s sobs. Her ears are ringing, and she still pulsing when she feels more movement.
Velvette’s shifting between her legs, but instead of removing her fingers, she scissors her fingers deeper into her. “Oh, Vel, yes,” Sera whines, breathless from her orgasm but still desperately needy. “M-more, don’t stop, please.”
Velvette groans, moving up her body to catch a nipple in her eager mouth. “Nothing’s pullin’ me out of you, slut,” she says, and Sera jerks, thrusting Vel’s fingers deeper inside her.
She nuzzles at Sera’s skin, drooling over her breast. More movement. And then, a, another finger.
“Ohhhh!” She’s never felt so full in her life. Her eyes roll back. She can tell she’s drooling again.
“How’s that?” Vel asks, smug as her teeth bite at Sera’s glistening nipples. “Good?”
“Y—es!” she hiccups. Velvette keeps going, and Sera doesn’t know anything but the stretch of her, three fingers filling her and a thumb abusing her clit, Vel licking up the column of her throat, being utterly marked, owned—and oh my God she’s coming again.
“Velvette! Ah, ah, ah!”
Her vision whites out, and she’s pretty sure she stops breathing for a moment. When she comes to, she’s still making little whimpering noises, and Velvette is still between her legs, but slowing down.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, baby,” Velvette says, licking her own fingers, so extremely pleased with herself that Sera wants to kiss her. “And tasted.” She parts her lips to show Sera everything she’s sucked from her fingers, and then she crawls up to hover above her.
“Open,” she says, taking her still wet thumb and dropping Sera’s jaw. Despite having just come twice, Sera’s face heats up as her core flutters at the treatment. Satisfied, Vel smirks down at her, making a movement with her mouth like she’s gathering… spit.
Oh.
“Wait, Vel,” she whispers, not sure she can push down the shame. But then Vel’s eyebrow raises, waiting, and a murmur of moan bubbles up Sera’s throat. Her mouth opens without her permission, and Vel drops a string of spit—and Sera’s sweat, and her arousal, and, and her come—straight down Sera’s throat. She chokes on it, a little.
“And swallow.”
She swallows.
“Good girl.”
Holy…
Sera’s barely caught her breath, Velvette kissing every inch of her, when the other woman says, “we’re going again.”
“Oh. I, um.” Her mouth is so dry. Sighing, Vel hands her a cut of water from her bedside, and Sera takes a couple of sips before handing it back. “I don’t know if, if I can.”