Hey guys! This is my first attempt at a fanfic, so don't expect too much! Hope you enjoy it!
WARNING: Sexual content. Adult themes & language.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own American Horror Story or any of the characters.
SPOILERS: None.
As she raced down the highway, Lana thought to herself silently, as the 1964 hit, "House of The Rising Sun", filled the silence.
It's been the ruin of many poor boys, and God, I know I'm one.
"Man, I really hope she appreciates this. These past few days have been so stressful and she deserves a break. And that's what I plan to give her." She slightly smirked and looked at the seat next to her, which was occupied by a dozen of white roses, with a few pink hyacinths mixed throughout. Next to that, sat a small white box wrapped in a shiny, lavender ribbon, her lover's favorite color. Pulling out a cigarette to calm her nerves, she lit the end and continued on her journey.
Oh mother, tell your children not to do what I have done. Spend your lives in sin and misery….
Lana pulled into the parking lot behind the building and parked in the shadows to ensure that nobody would see her or her car. She spotted another single car in the lot, but quickly recognized its familiarity. Collecting the gifts, Lana strutted into the night and headed towards the building. Once inside, she carefully tip-toed around, making sure to leave no audible traces of her presence. After all, it was supposed to be a surprise, wasn't it?
Right before she walked through the door to begin the affair, Lana collected her thoughts, put on the most seductive expression she could, and arched her back against the door frame in the sexiest manner possible.
"Excuse me, Ms. Peyser, but I've been a bad girl, and they've sent me to you for a punishment…", she whimpered in a child-like voice.
"Who's ther…?" the woman turned around. "Oh my god, Lana! You scared me half to death! I thought you were some psychopathic serial killer or something!"
"Well, I suppose that's double the punishment for disturbing the teacher."
"Stop it! What are you doing here? You know that we shouldn't be seen together, here, like this, especially out this late and alone!"
"Chill out, baby! Actually, that's why I got you this…"
Lana whipped out the shiny, reflective box and handed it to her partner. Wendy then proceeded to open it. A smile lit upon her face. In it, sat the most perfect, tightly rolled joint she had ever set her eyes on.
"Oh babe, you shouldn't have. Thank you, so much, but you know damn well I can't smoke this here!" Wendy exclaimed.
"I don't see any reason you can't. The kids are gone for the weekend. And nobody is around. Seems harmless to me." Lana winked and pulled out the bouquet from behind her back.
"You sure know how to win a woman over." Wendy said giggling, "Maybe that's why you're such a good reporter."
"Or maybe it's because I know how to get the scoop!" As she said this, Lana ran over to Wendy and gracefully scooped her up into her arms. Wendy then planted a small kiss on Lana's cheek.
"Baby, the blinds…"
"I got it", she reassured.
While still carrying the love of her life delicately in her arms, Lana swiftly bounded across the room and secured the shield protecting their visibility from society.
"You know," Lana went on, while setting Wendy on the desk, "Every time I see you, I get this feeling. I don't know what it is, but it burns inside of me. And every time I'm near you, it manifests together and grows. But it lets me know that, everything I can do, I can do because you love me. I love that feeling. And I love you."
"You're honestly the sweetest, most sincere person I've ever met in my entire fucking life." Wendy uttered as she lit up the joint, puffing on it to fill her body with the THC. She trailed on. "This stuff always makes me sooooo horny."
"Well, I guess I'll just have to fix that…" The words seemed to roll right off Lana's tongue, like she's done this a million times before.
"Ugh, I don't know, Lana."
"Oh come on, Wen! I just thought you'd like to shake things up a bit!" She grinned with her bedroom eyes. "Plus, I still have to give you your third surprise."
"Lana, you know I don't need any gifts. Having you is plenty!"
"Nonsense! Plus, this is more of a mutual gift." She winked and started to undo her long, tan coat. As soon as she finished fiddling with the buttons, Lana dropped the coat to the floor, revealing some very lacy, black lingerie that hugged her perfectly in all the right areas, an outfit Wendy had never seen before.
"When did you…?"
"Shh. Shh. Shh," Lana put a finger on her luscious lips, "No more talking. Unless you want your hips to do that." They kissed. It was like nothing ever before. It was filled with lust. Passion. Desire. Love. Want. Need. Lana then began to slowly remove Wendy's fashionable green dress.
"I want you now," Wendy moaned quietly in her lover's ear. Just then, Lana ripped away the remaining articles of clothing attached to the woman. She stared at her in awe. Lana loved the way Wendy looked naked. Well, she loved the way Wendy looked no matter what, but especially when she was naked, so she could see the beautiful curves of her flawless flesh.
"What are you looking at?", questioned Wendy.
"Oh nothing, only the most perfect woman on the planet. And you know the best thing? She's all mine."
"She sure is…", Wendy promised. And with that, Lana jumped on top of the desk that Wendy had been sitting on and straddled the fragile little body that was the most precious possession to her. She started kissing the perfect being, massaging her tongue with Wendy's. Trailing kisses down her body, from her neck, to between her firm breasts, and eventually to her navel, Lana finally reached the Y intersection of her partner's body. She dragged her tongue along W's inner thigh, sending quakes throughout her entire body. At this point, Lana knew they were inseparable. Nothing or nobody could stop them. When her mouth hit the slit in between Wendy's legs, she began to trace a love letter addressed to Wendy with only her tongue. Every now and again, Lana would look up to see the expression of true bliss on her girlfriend's face, all while hearing the glorious groans she made, which let her know to keep up the good work.
W-e-n-d-y-,-I-w-i-l-l-a-l-w-a-y-s-l-o-v-e-y-o-u-,-n-o-m-a-t-t-e-r-w-h-a-t-,-f-o-r-e-v-e-r-a-n-d-e-v-e-r-,-b-a-b-e-.-T-e-a-m-o-,-L-a-n-a
As she traced out that last 'a', Wendy reached her peak. Lana adored how precious she appeared when she orgasmed. She curled her toes and arched her back as if there was a spike beneath her. Thrusting her pelvis forward and towards the ceiling, her climax came to an end. Lana sat there longingly observing the minute details of the woman enjoying pure ecstasy in front of her. But something seemed off. Wendy's moans turned into deep groans.
Groans turned to whimpers.
Whimpers to cries.
And cries into screams.
"Wendy? WENDY! WENDY, WHAT'S WRONG!?" Lana freaked.
"LANA, HELP ME!"