Unintended Consequences (with Ames78)
Disclaimer: Sex? Duh! It's an Ames and CN story. Of course it's got sex and even one of those 'don't read at work' warnings. Drugs? It opens with a drunken romp so... yeah, since alcohol is a drug. Also, there is a scene that involves mild violence too, which CN swears is not gratuitous, but rather meaningful to the overall plot (but we'll warn you in advance so if that's offensive or upsetting you can skip that chapter). Other than that… enjoy!
CN's Note: When I read Ames78 story 'Some Things Never Change' I loved it and told her as much. She wrote back, saying she knew my work and that she enjoyed my stories. Since I liked her style of writing, and had been itching to do an Otalia type story (since it'd been eons since I'd done one), I suggested penning a Blake and Doris tale (with Otalia tossed in too). I'm happy to report (obviously) she agreed to my idea of doing a 'love story in reverse' where the sex happens before the first chapter. I hadn't seen that in any Otalia fic before and it seemed like a cool idea (soon we'll see if you agree). So we brainstormed together. I did a loose chapter outline and we went back and forth, each taking certain parts and chapters to write. We added some elements; took out others. Once it was completed, we figured we'd release a chapter each day, Monday-Friday, until it's completely posted. So while this is being posted as a work in progress, it IS finished. Although Ames claims she's not a writer, I beg to differ. I think she does a wonderful job and I hope she finds more time to write in the future. And who knows... maybe she and I work on another fic together if we get the chance and if this collaboration doesn't put too many people off fan fic forever. I know I'd be grateful for the opportunity to write with her again if it comes up. So if you like this tale as much as we do, by all means, 'feed the bards'. Give us a quick thumbs up or tell us what you think – positive (or even negative) comments are great as long as they're constructive.
Synopsis: Set after the 'One Year Later' time frame of the finale, Doris and Blake share a blissful one night stand they both hope might lead to something more...so what could go wrong? With help from Olivia and Natalia, Doris realizes she'll have to face her greatest fears while Blake struggles to resolve a family crisis.
Rating: R (for adult stuff)
Prologue
Blake, in her martini soaked dress, dragged Doris past the busy ladies room as she laughed hysterically, "I can't believe you said that to Frank!"
"What?" the mayor asked.
"About me being his ex!" the author laughed.
Doris suppressed a giggle as Blake pushed her against the wall, moving in close. "Well, it's true, isn't it?" the mayor practically shouted, before covering her mouth in mock embarrassment. "I do think he's right. I think we've had too much to drink."
Blake grinned, eyeing Doris appreciatively. "Maybe." She ran her fingers up and down the lapel of the mayor's suit. "This IS nice," she breathed, licking her lips. "I'm starting to see why Natalia can't keep her hands off Olivia when she's in Armani."
Doris allowed her eyes to roam Blake's enviable figure, particularly the flushed décolletage peeking out of the redhead's little black dress. "Hot," she muttered unintentionally. "I mean, you look nice too. Little black dress – you can't go wrong with a classic, right? Anne Klein?"
Blake smiled. She knew she had Doris flustered and she loved it. "Good eye," she complimented the mayor in a smoky tone. Leaning forward, she brushed her mouth against the skin just beneath Doris's ear. "And you smell delicious. Good enough to eat." The redhead looked around – they were alone in the corridor. "Do you wanna get me outta this wet dress?"
Doris's mouth was suddenly dry and her eyes went wide for a second.
Blake blushed and buried her face against Doris's neck as she giggled. "I mean do you want to get out of here…and…?" The question hung in the air.
Doris managed to choke out the words, "Yes, I do."
Blake smiled as she raised her head again. Then, wordless, she dragged Doris over to the elevators before she could change her mind.
"What floor?" she finally asked, punching the 'up' button on the elevator panel.
"Nine. Room 915." Doris tried but failed to wipe the silly grin off her face as the doors opened.
"Mine's closer." Blake pulled her inside and pressed the button for the sixth floor. The doors had just barely closed when she threw herself at Doris, wrapping her arms around the mayor's neck and kissing her passionately.
Doris returned Blake's kiss with enthusiasm, thrusting her tongue inside the redhead's mouth, thrilled when she felt Blake's tongue pressing back. She squeezed Blake's ass, growling when she felt the redhead pulling at her hair, moaning in genuine pleasure. They looked at each other with surprise.
"Holy shi-," Blake exclaimed before Doris pulled her back into another searing kiss.
Suddenly, the elevator stopped on the second floor and they both released a frustrated groan in unison. Doris stepped away from Blake, trying to catch her breath while straightening her hair as much as possible. That's when a custodian with the name tag 'Julianna' entered the elevator carrying a tool kit. The Beacon employee found the two formally dressed women next to each other, a little out of breath and standing on shaking legs.
"Good evening," she greeted the guests with what seemed like a knowing grin. They nodded politely back to her. Julianna stepped forward slightly as she pressed the button for her floor. Blake and Doris took the opportunity of the woman's turned back to lock eyes with each other again. The carnal expression of Blake's face was almost irresistible to the mayor. Doris had to fight the urge to pull the woman back into her arms. When the elevator didn't seem to move quickly enough for them, Doris motioned her hands in a 'hurry up' fashion to no one in particular while Blake tried unsuccessfully to suppress a giggle.
"God, this is a slooooow elsevator," the redhead slurred slightly, which resulted in more giggles.
"Elsevator?" Doris teased with a smile.
Blake slapped Doris's arm playfully. "You know what I mean." What began as a slap was now turning into a caress as Blake ran her fingers up and down Doris's arm. It seemed like forever, but finally the doors opened two floors later. With a brief goodbye without turning around, the worker was off to fix something and the doors were closing. Like two magnets, Blake and Doris came together again in a fury of lips and skin.
When the elevator doors opened again, Blake pulled away, taking Doris by the hand. She tugged her down the hallway while fumbling inside her own bra, trying to remove her keycard. Once at the room's door, Doris stood behind Blake, pressing her torso against the redhead's back. She moved the author's hair to one side to place a hungry kiss at the base of Blake's neck. One hand went to Blake's hip while the other snaked up and grasped the redhead's breast.
"Fuck," Blake whispered, as she tried to swipe the card, missing it on the first two attempts.
The next few minutes were a blur. Before she knew it, Blake was backed up against the door to her suite at the Beacon, with the mayor's hip thrusting between her legs.
"Is this what you want?" Doris asked against Blake's neck, her hands pulling the redhead's dress higher on her hips. She reached down, cupping Blake's sex on the outside of her panties, rubbing her thumb across the fabric that covered the redhead's center.
"Oh my god," Blake panted, looking a little overwhelmed. For a second, Doris thought the redhead might push her away. Instead, Blake kept one hand buried in the mayor's hair while the other held a death grip on the keycard. Doris took the card from Blake's hand. With expert precision, she slid it into the lock behind Blake, who then pushed the door open with her foot before pulling the mayor inside.
The keycard fell to the floor as Doris kicked off her heels. The lighting in the suite was low so Blake went to turn on a lamp before Doris grabbed her hand, pulling her back. Reaching down, the mayor hiked up Blake's dress again and lifted her a few inches onto the mahogany console table in the foyer. She grabbed Blake's hips, pulling her close so she could bury her face in the redhead's neck and chest.
Blake leaned back a little to give Doris more access, wrapping her legs around the mayor's waist. She pushed the mayor's jacket off of her shoulders and onto the floor so that Doris was left in the emerald green silk shell she'd been wearing underneath.
"Yes," Blake heard herself moan as Doris's tongue dipped inside her dress, brushing across a nipple. She felt a wet heat growing between her legs and suddenly wished, to her own surprise, that they were both wearing a lot less clothing.
Blake was startled out of this thought when she felt Doris's hand push between her legs. The redhead felt pinned to the wall by Doris's intense gaze. She cried out as the mayor's fingers moved inside her panties, grabbing the fabric roughly and pulling down until they ripped away.
"Oh fuck," Blake cursed, digging her nails into Doris's bare shoulders when she felt mayor's long, talented fingers ease into her now drenched sex. Doris smeared the wetness up and over Blake's clit, rubbing the sensitized bud in rhythmic circles.
"Fuck, yes…" Blake reached out, trying to gain purchase on the console, and inadvertently knocked over a table lamp which fell to the ground with a loud crash. "Don't stop!" she shouted when Doris hesitated. "Don't you dare stop."
The need in Blake's voice sent Doris over the edge. Any doubt about Blake's desire evaporated when she felt how aroused the redhead was. She pulled her hand away as Blake protested, dragging her into the bedroom.
"Take off your clothes," Doris commanded.
Blake flipped the light on as she entered the room, aware of the questioning look in Doris's eyes.
"I want to see you," the redhead offered bravely. Doris looked positively ferocious as Blake unzipped her dress and allowed it to drop to the floor. Slipping out of her black lace bra and panties, the redhead climbed onto the bed, lying back on her elbows, legs spread. "Your turn, Mayor Wolfe."
Doris had never gotten undressed more quickly. In seconds, she was naked, climbing up the bed towards Blake, like a cougar stalking her prey.
Blake laid back, ready to feel the weight of Doris on top of her, anticipating how their bodies might fit together, but she was astonished when the mayor grabbed her ankles instead.
Doris pulled Blake forward until her back hit the mattress. The redhead looked on in wonder as the mayor's head suddenly dipped.
"Oh my god," she cried out as Doris's tongue licked a path up her thigh. "What…what are you…" she mumbled, gripping the sheets at her sides. "Are you…"
Doris ignored the question on Blake's lips as she leaned in, licking the redhead's clit from bottom to top in one clean swipe. Blake's back bowed off the bed and she buried her hands in Doris's hair, torn between pushing her away and holding her fast. "Oh my god, Doris…Doris…you don't have to…" she mumbled as tears of absolute pleasure formed in her eyes.
Doris looked up, just for a second, to make sure Blake was okay.
"Trust me, okay? You're going to feel so good." She licked her lips in anticipation but waited until Blake nodded before returning to the task at hand. Her tongue swirled around Blake's clit until the redhead's hips pumped impatiently against her mouth. Blake was moaning so loudly, and with such enthusiasm, that Doris knew they could be heard in the adjoining rooms. She just didn't care. She knew that Blake was close, that it would only take a few more strokes…
"Wait!" Blake cried out breathlessly, forcing Doris to look up again. At first the mayor was worried Blake might be having second thoughts, but her next request dispelled those fears. "I want to feel you on top of me," Blake said as she reached down to caress Doris's cheek.
Doris rewarded Blake with a feral grin before climbing up the redhead's body. Holding herself up on one arm, she reached down between them with her other hand. Blake let out a deep sigh as the mayor's fingers began circling her clit. Suddenly emboldened, she pulled Doris's head down so that she could taste her own arousal on the mayor's face. She licked Doris's lips hungrily before thrusting her tongue deep inside the mayor's mouth.
Doris smiled against Blake's lips, thrilled by the redhead's enthusiasm. "I want to fuck you so badly, Blake. Can I please?" The mayor didn't wait for an answer, her fingers darting lower, pushing deftly inside the redhead as Blake's fingernails ripped across her back. Doris fucked Blake with short, quick strokes, fingers curled to reach the place the made Blake's eyes roll back in her head.
Suddenly, and without warning, Blake flipped them over so that Doris was on her back. The look of surprise that Doris first wore was replaced with a smile of anticipation.
"Don't stop," Blake commanded through gritted teeth, reaching down between them to stroke the mayor's clit as she had been stroking Blake. Blake's fingers moved at a frantic pace until Doris caught up with the redhead, their bodies moving together in a primal rhythm. "You're so wet …" she chanted in surprise and delight, over and over.
Doris felt so good she thought she might levitate off the bed. It had been so long, too long, since someone had claimed her this way. She wrapped one arm around Blake's neck, pulling her down close, so they could look into each other's eyes. She felt the Blake's heart pounding against her own and it was almost as if time stopped. "Blake…"
Blake pressed her forehead against the mayor's. "Shh," she whispered, moving their bodies faster. "I know. I know."
They came, hard – first Blake; then Doris immediately after her. They rode out their climax looking into each other's eyes, and continued to thrust against each other until every last ounce of pleasure passed through their bodies. Blake collapsed next to Doris, her face buried in the pillow where she fell.
"That was…" Doris struggled with her words as she looked up at the ceiling above them, unable to wipe the silly grin off her face.
Blake smiled too. "There's a problem though," she whispered as she turned her head slightly to face her lover. Doris's head shot up and she looked at Blake with immediate concern. However, when she saw Blake was smiling she relaxed a little. "I don't know what YOU taste like," Blake told her.
Doris grinned again. "You wanna know?" she asked as she took Blake's hand, kissing her knuckles in a gallant fashion.
Blake bit her lip in anticipation and nodded. That's all the invitation Doris needed. She moved to her elbow and led the redhead's hand toward the apex of her legs. Suddenly, Blake stopped her, weaving their fingers together. Doris tried to hide the look of disappointment on her face.
"I won't push," Doris replied softly.
"Okay," Blake replied as she rolled Doris onto her back again, smiling wickedly. "I can't make that promise though," she purred, working her way down Doris's torso with a series of strategically placed kisses – her taunt nipples… belly button… hips.
"Blake," Doris called down when the author got to her pelvic bone. "I don't want you to think you have to…"
Blake grinned before her tongue crept out and wiggled quickly against Doris's clit that was now peeking out from its hood.
Doris could only suck in a breath at the sensation and moan as Blake giggled.
"You were saying…?" Blake teased, as she looked up, making eye contact.
"Fuck if I remember," Doris shot back with a chuckle.
Blake laughed too and then slowly licked her lips as she looked back at Doris's glistening sex. Her face became more intent the longer she looked. Glancing up at Doris, whose body clearly ached for her touch, she uttered one word.
"Mine."
TBC…
