Phoenix
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This is, by far , the stupidest thing Beth has ever agreed to do.
Jessica raises a dubious eyebrow. "Uh. Josh's sixteenth birthday?"
Hannah nods seriously. "Halloween, 2014."
Emily smirks. "Goose costume-"
Alright, alright fine! This is one of the stupidest things Beth has ever agreed to do, stop rubbing all her terrible decisions on her face!! That goose incident shouldn’t even be on this list, sober-Beth should not be responsible for what drunk-Beth decides to do. And at least she’s only tried to seduce one. Josh tried to fight one. And lost. Badly. Clearly, Beth wasn’t the stupider of the two.
Honestly, she and her brother did everyone a service . Would they have known not to fuck with gooses without them? The answer is no, which means someone would have tried to fight one at some point, and gotten hurt. A service , Beth says.
(The only good thing about this whole event, really, is that Emily can’t use it as blackmail material. The bad thing is that the reason she can’t use it is because her entire group of friends has already seen the video. Frankly, Beth still isn’t convinced Hannah has deleted it like she said. Her sister may be a little on the naive side, in true Washington fashion she can sneaky when she wants to.)
Jessica smiles, with her very own special trademark that is not quite a grin and not quite a smirk, but still manages to radiate an absolute aura of smugness around her. “Aw, come on Beth,” she says, raising her glass like a duchess at a ball (Beth can tell it’s one of these things she’s just always wanted to do.) “it’s fun, isn’t it?”
Fun isn’t exactly the word Beth would have used. Puzzling would have been more accurate. Or maybe obscure . Mystifying . Oh, no, no, wait, another good one: Unfathomable.
(When Beth was seventeen, she borrowed Ashley’s thesaurus with the intent of writing something deep and poetic to ask Sam out. After months of careful preparation, what actually came out was a rather incoherent “god shit fuck you’re so pretty I can’t I’m just I love you so much please date me”.
Beth isn’t really a stickler for plans.
Though, if the poem itself wasn’t said out loud (not that day anyway), the ridiculously extensive vocabulary stuck.)
Either way Beth doesn’t regret being here. Admittedly, she doesn’t really get any of this, but much like discussing cute boys with friends, while she herself doesn’t have much interest in the subject, plainly hanging out with friends is fun.
“...I guess it is.” she replies eventually. That seems to be good enough for Jessica, who nods understandably and turns toward the other Washington.
“And what about you?” Jessica asks Hannah with a sweet, sweet voice and a shit-eating grin. “See anything you like?”
Hannah, to her credit, barely sputters. “I, uh. Maybe?” she twirls a lock of hair nervously. “I’m not really, sure. I don’t usually do, those kind of things, you know?”
Yeah, Beth suspected that. Hannah had always been the most conservative one of the household.
Jess, good host that she is, merely pats Hannah’s shoulder. “You know, I think you should go for it. Try on a few of those. No harm in just trying, right?” ah- and there it goes, Jess’s hand migrating to Hannah’s hip in a way that would make most people faint. (Beth sure thinks she would faint, anyway. No offense to her girlfriend. It’s not like Sam would be stoic if Jessica pulled that on her either. The girl’s prettyyy.)
“Besides,” Jessica adds with a ink, “I think Matt really wouldn’t complain.”
Hannah looks up to her, her eyes sparkling with hope like a shoujo manga protagonist. “You think?”
“Well, let me put it this way.” Jessica takes a small sip out of her glass, regal. “I know Matt would appreciate some lingerie.”
...ho ho ho ?
That is some crunchy information if Beth has ever heard some. Not Matt’s kinks specifically, no one cares about that. But how Jess got to know it? Now that’s something to go inquiring eyes emoji all over.
Beth opens her mouth to contribute with her own piece of advice, a piece of ancient wisdom shared from a sister to a sister. “Life’s too short to pretend you’re not into some weird shit, Hannah.”
Oh, the hiss her twin spits is legendary .
Beth ducks away with a laugh, relying purely on Jessica holding Hannah back to make her escape. “I’m sure blue is your color!” she as throws a last jab before sprinting away to hide behind some other potential meat shield.
Oh, Hannah will be fine. She’s in good hands.
Besides, Ashley has barely said a thing since the beginning of the party. What’s up with her?
She barely notices Beth, focused as she is, her gaze a laser on the fabric. Huh.
“Finding something to your tastes?” Beth asks, lightly poking the girl’s shoulder to get her attention.
Ashley doesn’t even look up, just scribbling some things on the back of her party invitation (Jess was never one to half-ass things. The blonde has a LOT of things to cross on her bucket list.)
“Nah. Not so much my thing.” Mh. Unfortunately, to be expected. (Not that Beth seriously pondered over her friend’s kinks on a regular basis. She only did that when it was three in the morning on girl’s night.) “I’m doing research.”
…
Research.
Research .
“You know, how it looks, how it feels, to wear and to touch, how do the sizes work, all that.” Ashley clicks her tongue and gives her a side eye. “I’m a writer , Beth. I’ve been paid to write weirder stuff, honestly.”
...wait, now that’s news to Beth.
Sweet, introvert, tongue-tied around her crush, so very obviously vanilla Ashley, writing weird kinky stuff? Willingly ?
“You’re pulling my leg.” Beth smirks. Ashley is probably trying to sound tougher for their sake. It’s kinda of cute, actually. Vanilla baby trying to fit in the kink squad.
Ashley turns to give her an unimpressed- and slightly annoyed- look.
“...Did you know,” Ashley’s pen twirls between her fingers, spinning and rolling like a magician would roll a coin over their knuckles, “that some people fantasize about being eaten?”
… Uh,
Wait
Wh
Wha,
“I’m not shaming or anything, to each their own and all that.” the spinning stops, and Ashley’s pen comes to mindlessly tap on her own cheek, beating a gentle rhythm to fill the absolute and complete static that has filled Beth’s head at the words. “That’s not much my thing, but it’s really interesting to write. You know, all the physical sensations and whatnot, like the heat and softness and-”
“Ashley I will pay you to shut up.” So this is what it feels like, to have her sins crawl up her back? Like her skeleton turning itself inside out while sweet, introvert, tongue-tied around her crush, so very obviously vanilla Ashley openly admits to writing vore for money. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you just please stop detailing it.”
She laughs. Actually laughs right to her face. Sneaky fucker. How come Beth doesn’t have a single normal friend? Wait, is she the normal friend? Has been Beth the one (1) functional lesbian friend all along?
“You are very much welcome .” Ashley jokes, lowering up her pen. “I’d tell you to be careful who you peg as what, but I don’t think you’re the pegging type.”
Oh, fuck off. Beth sticks her tongue out at her. “Terrible. Unfollowed. Blocked. This friendship is terminated. You’ll receive your final paycheck of friendship on saturday, now never come back to this job.”
They both laugh at that, at the silliness of it all. Beth doesn’t know what she would do without Ashley, without her ragtag bunch of trolls. How badly would things have to go for them to part ways?
“Alright, I’ll leave you to your… research .” Beth lightly pats Ashley’s shoulder. “I’m gonna try to find my girlfriend. See you later!”
Ashley nods and waves at her, lowers her gaze to take some more notes. This sure was an… eye-opening conversation.
Now though, where’s Sam…?
…
Seriously, where is she?
“Beeeeeth.” an arm swings around Beth’s shoulders. Not Sam’s arm, mind you, but there are few enough people at this party that Emily might still be able to help. “How you doing?”
Oh, oooh boy. Touchy feely Emily. A tactile Emily is a tipsy Emily. And a tipsy Emily is a dangerous Emily.
Then again, Emily is dangerous 24/7. She’s a cat in human skin this way.
“Pretty good. Having fun.” Beth smiles. “Say, have you seen Sam? I’m looking for her.”
“She’s still with Jess and Hannah. They’re playing dress-up.” Emily pouts, a calculated fake jealous face. Definitively had a couple wine glasses. “Leaving little old me all alone for my own shopping.” Her tone is incredibly over-dramatic. The woman would shine in a musical, in Beth’s humble opinion. “But say, since you’re here, would you mind helping me choose some-”
“No.” Beth immediately cuts.
Emily raises a perfectly trimmed eyebrow. “No?”
“No. No offense, all the watching and talking is fun, but I’m like… the absolute last person you want feedback from.” Beth makes a vague gesture at her everything. “My fashion sense is futchier. And no offense but you’re not really my type, so I can’t even bullshit by telling you what’s making me gayer.”
Emily makes what can only be described as a “:(“ face. If Beth was any braver, she would snap a picture of that. “Aw. Alright, fair enough then.” Then she gives Beth a smirk and lightly elbows her side. “Let me guess, your type is blonde, dorky and buff as shit?”
“Callout culture needs to end.” Beth deadpans. It’s a blessing that Jessica quit cheerleading a while back, because otherwise Beth would keep getting distracted in her presence.
“Never.” Emily taps her shoulder. “Send Jessica my way when you find her, I have some things to tell her.” She says with a tone that carries nothing but mischief. “I’m gonna see what Ashley’s up to.”
Predictably, Beth finds Jessica with Sam. And an equally predictably squirming, rather under-dressed Hannah.
“Having fun, ladies?”
Her sister’s head snaps up, breath halting in surprise and cheeks turning red in shame. “Beth!”
Sam’s face breaks in a soft smile at her sight. “Very much so.” she moves closer to Beth and casually kisses her cheek. “You were looking for something?”
“Just you.” Beth briefly nuzzles her hair- oh, the blessing of her having a girlfriend shorter than she is- and turns to Jessica. “Oh, by the way, Emily was looking for you.”
While the taller blonde excuses herself, Beth draws her girlfriend in her arms and turns to Hannah. “And how are you doing? Found anything you liked since I left?”
Her sister sputters and raise her hands, as if she wanted to cover herself up but realized that it was kind of stupid- after all, it was nothing Beth hadn’t seen, and even in the off chance that Beth was into lingerie (just thinking about it made her want to laugh) Beth was certainly not going to react to Hannah wearing it. “I, uh, well… uh, yeah. I, did.”
“Dark blue’s the right color for your family skintone.” Sam comment nonchalantly. Her hand slides down Beth’s arm, until they find her fingers to lace with hers. Sam’s palm is warm.
Beth doesn’t really have any choice but to shrug. “I guess.” The only real thing she can review is that this bra keeps Hannah’s shoulder uncovered, which shows off her tattoo, so that is… probably good. Honestly, the whole thing looks like quite the hassle to put on. Might as well go all the way to wear cool cosplays if you’re gonna wear wannabe shibari fragile silk costumes, if you ask her.
“I think I’m gonna… buy this one.” Hannah says low, fiddling with a lace strap. She shoots a glance at Sam, then at Beth. “Are you gonna buy one too?”
Don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh-
Mission failed.
“ God no.” Beth manages to spit out between snickers. “I just- no . I have standards .” Very, very low standards, but that’s no reason to grab a shovel and dig deeper.
Beth supposes she should feel bad about kinkshaming her own sister, but considering the amount of “did you get too tied up to show up on time?” “show me the ropes” “what did Sam rope you into” jokes Hannah has been making recently Beth feels like it's free real estate.
(At least Hannah's jokes has finally made her clear her internet history)
“We'll let you change back, then.” Sam tugs at her arm gently. Her smile is so beautiful it looks like a star. God, Beth loves this woman so much. “I think Jessica and Emily are having a competitions over there? Can't really tell with the distance. Wanna check it out?”
Why, does Beth want to check out two confident pretty friends in revealing clothes?
Sam laughs when she tugs her along.
This is how the rest of the party goes; some booze, some food, lots and lots of nudity. Ashley asking awkward questions relative to the feeling of the garments, and pulling her beanie to her face when Jessica poked fun at her. Jessica climbing on a table and declaiming ancient poetry in nothing but a tight bra.
Overall, good times.
They come home exhausted and maybe a little tipsy, but happy.
(More than usual, that is, because Beth is still reeling over the fact that she has a home she shares with Sam. It's smaller than the Washington house, and every so often Sam and Beth realize that they're lacking some essential everyday tool and have to go shopping, but it's hers. It's theirs.)
They fall asleep in each other's arms, still dressed.
It isn't until the next morning that Beth realizes Sam brought something from the party in her purse.
She emerges slowly, the pillow like goo around her head. Very, very tempting goo. Almost begging for her to go back to sleep. The fluffy blankets seem to be calling her name, inviting her back into unconsciousness.
With a grunt, Beth rolls on her side, pawing at… nothing.
Hhhh. Sam is up already, then. Sam always wakes up first. Goddamn morning people.
Beth rolls back on her left and blindly extends a hand to pat her nightstand. Lamp, cup, keys… ah, there! Phone!!!
She cracks open an eye and glance at the screen- ouch ouch ouch too bright . Goddamn. Fucking. Urrrrgh.
Okay. Okay. Rubs your eyes. Try again.
...11:23 am?
Well, that’s much earlier than Beth would have thought. Maybe Sam is rubbing off on her. Outside the bedroom, she means. Though she also-
Hhhhh this is way too early to think of that. Beth’s imagination is wayy too vivid when she just wakes up, and much as it saddens her to give up on it, Beth would much rather see her girlfriend than rub one out to her right now.
Beth sits up, reluctantly leaving the mothering floofiness of the mattress. Her whole body feels so heavy, urggh.
“Sam?” she calls weakly. She gets no answers. “Saaam?” she tries again, a little louder.
“In the kitchen!” she finally hears back. Good, for a second, Beth was worried her girlfriend had decided to go jogging the day after a big party.
That’s one of Beth’s favorite things, with her and Sam’s shared apartment; contrary to literally any other Washington residence, when you call for someone, they’ll usually be in hearing range.
(That, and the fact that it’s her and Sam’s shared apartment . It’s Beth’s. And it’s Sam’s. It’s home for Beth and her girlfriend. God, Beth will never be tired to state this. It’s her and Sam’s shared apartment . Just thinking this brings a smile to her face.)
“I’m coming!” Beth yells back. Slowly, she gets off the bed and- did she go to sleep with her dress on? Aw, man, she hopes she didn’t tear anything. She wouldn’t mind that much, but she doesn’t want to get another lecture from Sam about damned rich people and just because you can get another one doesn’t mean you shouldn’t take care of your things, Beth .
Oh, well. Taking it off is easy enough- and oh so satisfying. Fancy dresses look good but are so… constricting. Next time, Beth will suggest they go as tux gfs.
She makes her way to the closet (literally, not figuratively. One would have to be very oblivious and straight not to notice Beth’s big lesbiab energy.), intending to change into something comfier, when she bumps into a bag.
More precisely, Sam’s bag.
A sight that, normally, Beth would ignore, because she’s stark naked and dead tired at 11:41 am on a sunday morning.
But a flash of blue catches her eye.
A frilly flash of blue.
… Sam doesn’t own anything lacy now, does she?
Beth knows she shouldn’t rummage through her gf’s belonging, but… there’s no arm in a quick look if it’s just laying there, right?
So Beth crouches down and opens Sam’s bag, uncovering…
laces-
so many laces-
oh, stocking too?-
okay that’s an unnecessarily complicated design for underwear-
oh, wow.
…
Well. Didn’t know Sam was into that, but Beth guesses everyone has their quirks, weird as they are. Can she even talk about others being weird? Feels a little like a kettle calling the pot back.( Or is the saying the other way around?)
Though it is odd that Sam would buy this bra size. Maybe wearing sport bras all the time made her forget her own size? Because she’s going to be way too loose in this.
… Hold on, Beth has seen this exact set of lingerie before.
…… on Hannah .
…
…….
Urgggh, it’s way too early to play irl professor Layton.
“Saaaaaam?”
“Yes honey?” she hears back, distantly.
“Did you buy anything last night?”
For a few second, there is silence. Beth almost asks again, in case Sam didn’t hear.
Then there’s a crash, the unmistakable sound of banging pots, and rushed footsteps toward her.
It’s on days like this that it really hits Beth that her girlfriend is super fit , considering how fast she goes from the kitchen to slamming the bedroom door open.
“I can explain!” Sam almost screams- is she? Is she flustered? Is it the legendary flustered Sam, so rare that even Beth has only seen her a handful of times? “It’s just-” Sam blinks rapidly, her voice trailing off. “...Why are you naked?”
Oh, yeah. There’s that, too.
“I was gonna get changed.” she explains. Then she lifts up the… garments. “So, uh. Done some shopping?”
And Sam is looking down again, her hands fiddling with each other. “Okay, so, uh, I, well… Iiiiii thought you’d look cute in those.”
…
Huh.
Beth supposes she should react more than that, but she’s naked at 11:58 am on a sunday morning after a party , so all Beth can think is: huh.
It’s okay though, because Sam pretty much does the whole conversation by herself.
“I mean! You don’t have to if you don’t want to!!” she waves her hands rapidly. “I know I didn’t ask, I just thought I’d hang onto those for a while, but like, don’t feel pressured or anything-”
“Sam.”
Her mouth closes immediately.
“Look. Not gonna lie, this… really isn’t my thing.” Beth runs a hand through her hair. In another world, a much more awake Beth would have directly refused, maybe asked for some time to think about it. But a sleepy Beth is much more open-minded. “But hey, can’t hurt to try, right?”
Sam’s face actually lights up . “Really?”
God, she’s so beautiful. Beth loves her so much. “Sure, if you make me breakfast today.” she jokes. Sam indulges her often enough, at worst they’ll just stop and cuddle. “And… if you ask me with your dom voice.”
Sam frowns, seemingly taking a second to see what Beth means. “Ah, erm, you mean…” she closes her eyes, breathes in. When she speaks again, her voice is much huskier. “Will you be a good girl and model for me, honey?”
O-oh.
Gets her every times.
Itchy.
Beth squirms slightly, the feeling of laces foreign on her skin. For all the dumb things she’s done, with her siblings and her friends, Beth is positive she has never felt more awkward in her entire life.
This is… stupid. Beth could probably wax a book or two of poetry over how ridiculous the whole thing is, but in the end it boils down to that: this is stupid. Completely, utterly, irredeemably dumb. At least, if it wasn’t specifically appealing to Beth, the lingerie fit on Jessica and Emily; the two of them are built like top models, and have the confident gait to back it up. Beth is… not. She’s not femme enough for it to look natural on her, and not butch enough to play up with the contrast.
God, it’s like puberty all over again, looking in the mirror to find a body that barely feels like your own and playing dress-up to end up with the cringiest result possible.
Beth is too proud to cry over something as petty as her own appearance in underwear, but damn if she doesn’t want to.
“Everything okay in there Beth?” Beth starts when Sam’s voice reaches her from behind the door. She’s been so deep in her own self-consciousness she’d forgotten who she’d agreed to do this for. “Is it the wrong size?”
“Nah, it’s good.” Beth calls back. Alright, alright, no more moping around. Even if Beth does end up looking as terrible as she thinks, well, at least she would have tried. Besides, it wouldn’t be the worst sex thing they’d have attempted to do and failed at. (They still haven’t found the keys to these damn handcuffs.) “I’m coming!”
“Well, hopefully, we both will.”
Beth snorts at that, some nervousness slipping off her shoulders. God, what a dork. Beth loves her so much.
Okay, okay. Here goes nothing.
Beth takes a deep breath and steps out of the closet.
She sees Sam looking up to see her. She sees the blonde’s eyes widen ever-so-slightly, sees her mouth fall open in a quiet oh.
This… is good, right? This is a good reaction?
Self-consciousness overcomes Beth, and she clasps her arms around- stomach, chest, whatever she can cover.
That makes Sam speak up.
“Wait up!” she raises a hand. Then, she closes it into a fist and coughs into it, embarrassed at how desperate she sounded. “I mean, keep your hands on your sides. I wanna see you.”
Hh,,,,,,, fine,,,,
Beth complies reluctantly. In a vague attempt to feel less ridiculous, she straightens her back, trying to hide her nervousness. Fake it till you make it must also apply in the bedroom, right?
“Turn around. Twirl some for me.” Sam says- asks- orders, really, with that tone that makes Beth shiver.
Okay. Okay. Mmmmmaybe she has an effect on Sam like this?
Beth obeys mindlessly, turning to let Sam see her under every angles, but all she can think of is: what would Jessica do in this situation?
“Come over here.” Sam says with a velvet voice. Her cheeks are tinted red. Is she getting aroused?
Is Beth sexy?
What would Jessica do?
Now, that’s an easy one.
“Are you sure?” Beth’s voice may tremble a little with hesitation, but she likes to think she got the teasy part right. “I mean, I got through the trouble of putting this on, you could watch some more…”
For emphasis, she brings her hands to her own chest, framing each breast with her palms to prop them up. Then, nonchalantly ( appearing nonchalant.) she slides them down her sides to her hips, then lets her fingers toy with the waistband of the panties.
(It kind of itches. Beth pretends her girlfriend is the one touching her.)
Sam audibly sucks in a breath.
Bingo?
“Beth,” Sam’s voice cracks. Her voice actually cracks. “come over here.” she repeats. But there’s no anger. There is desire, first and foremost, and a slight hint of restraint like a jenga tower around the endgame.
Beth wants to see it break .
She smiles, as cockily and tauntingly as she physically can, and she answers. “ Make me. ”
Sam’s pupils blow wide-
she jumps up like a tiger and pounces on Beth- and the next thing the brunette knows, she can feel the cold wall against her skin.
“I-”
Strong hands grab her wrists, and shove them on the sides of her head.
“They- better stay here.” Sam growls to her ear- before moving her hands on Beth, Beth’s chest and Beth’s ass and holy shiiit.
The lacy fabric doesn’t do much to Beth herself, but Sam seems to be determined to touch all, all of her , everywhere .
“S-Sam…”
The blonde’s head snaps her, chin on top of Beth’s breasts. Her gaze has the intensity of fire.
“ Get down here. ” That’s the only warning Beth gets- hands find the back of her neck and pull her down, shoving her into a rough kiss.
O-oh boy. O-oh god.
Sam breaks away from her lips, panting. Beth is positive her lips have her girlfriend’s teeth marked on them.
“S-so,” she stutters, breathless. “D-do I look g-good?”
Sam smiles. It’s teasing, a little, but mostly it’s genuine. Loving .
“Yeah.” She sets her lips on Beth’s cheek, softly. “Sexy as hell. I love you.”
She dips her head back down to pepper the top of her chest in kisses, right above her bra.
“C-can I, touch you?” Beth asks. Many, many playtime sessions taught her to always ask permission first.
Sam hums. “You may .” her palms set on Beth’s waist, fingers shamelessly tracing the pattern of her panties. She’ll have to wear those again. She’ll definitely have to wear those again.
Beth runs her hands through Sam’s hair, trying to draw her closer, trying to hold herself up, trying to- something, anything, she doesn’t know. Her head is swimming, too hot to think straight, and it occurs to her that Sam could ask anything of her right now, Beth would do it. Beth would do it .
She opens her mouth to ask- plead- beg, but only a moan comes out when Sam’s fingers slip in her underwear.
“So wet…” she hears the whisper against her skin. A tongue trails up her collarbone, to the side of her neck.
“F-for you, al~ways.” Beth rocks her hips against Sam’s fingers, back and forth, back and forth.
“Call my name.” the blonde nips at her- a short-lived but sharp pain. “ Call my name, Beth. ”
Call my name. Call my name. Call my name.
Lips under her jaw, sucking under her jaws, cold cold wall warm warm body-
Call my name, Beth. Call my name.
Tongue in her mouth, thumb at her clit-
Call my name .
“S-S am!! ” Beth cries out finally, finally , her whole body shaking and shuddering and-
and then she collapses.
Sam, bless her heart, catches her when her knees give way under her. “Whoa, whoa there.”
She rubs Beth’s back with her free hand while she catches her breath. “Doing okay?”
“N...never better.” Breathe in. Breathe out. Hold onto Sam. “H… help me… kneel d… down.”
With a quick kiss on the forehead, Sam complies, gently guiding Beth down. “You sure you okay?” she asks, concerned. “If you can’t stand I can carry you to the bed.”
Beth shakes her head. “No, no, I’m alright.” She looks up at Sam- she looks so tall from down there.
“I just… I wanted to…” Ah, fuck it.
Beth raises her hands and take hold of Sam’s belt. “Can I?”
The blonde’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but she makes no move to stop her. “Oh, uh, absolutely!” She says hastily. Then, embarrassed, she closes her hand into a fist and coughs into it, trying to regain composure. “I mean… be a good girl and go ahead, Beth.”
The slip-up makes Beth snort as she helps her girlfriend drop the pants. What an absolute dork. She loves her so much.
Beth doesn’t think she’ll ever be tired of making her gasp.
It’s a game. It’s a game of hide and seek, a game of where was your spot again? Where does it make your toes curl?
Oh, there it is.
It’s a game, a very, very fun game. One Beth had become very, very good at.
Sam forces Beth’s head closer, and the brunette smirks. very, very good at.
“You’re… so good, Beth…” a high-pitched moan interrupts her. “so g-good to me… such a good girl…”
Good girl good girl she’s a good girl
She’s Sam’s good girl.
The grip in her hair tightens, so Beth pushes the flat of her tongue on Sam’s clit and drags it .
Sam comes with her name on her lips.
She’s very, very good at this game .
“You good?” Beth asks, carefully getting up on her feet- she doesn’t want to accidentally knock down Sam’s fragile balance.
The blonde nods, flushed. “We should… definitely break out the lingerie again another time.” she breathes in, breathes out, then glances at Beth with shy eyes. “I mean… if you’re okay with that?”
“Honestly?” Beth gently takes one of Sam’s hands. It’s warm and sweaty. She slides her fingers between Sam’s. “I’m down. It was fun.” She’d rather not have it be part of their regular sexy routines, but every once in a while? She definitely isn’t opposed.
The lingerie itself doesn’t do much for her, but seeing Sam full of hunger and desire for her…
“Wanna hit the showers now?” Beth smiles. “You can even get me naked, if you want.”
“Yes.” Sam squeezes her hand. “Always. This doesn’t even have to be a question. I will always be up to strip my beautiful girlfriend from beautiful garment.”
The eagerness makes Beth laugh. She kisses the corners of Sam’s smile.
“I love you.”
Today is a good day.
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