TITLE: One Cosmopolitan Too Many
PAIRING: Susan/Elizabeth
RATING: M
SUMMARY: A long shift, one cosmopolitan too many. One whole night.
I really had no idea what has gotten into me that day.
It was a weak moment, I was in my home, fresh from a long shift, with the woman I love, or attracted to...or at least thought I was in love with.
What I mean is, there she was sitting on my couch, chugging one glass after another glass, and yet another of my signature Cosmopolitan, airing up countless sorrows like her failed dates and depressed psychiatrists who walk in the cold pouring rain. I really do not know what gravitated me to her. Maybe it was that certain connection we shared with a certain person, or how she was able to make me feel at ease with myself - how talking to her makes me feel comfortable. Safe.
Or probably it's that something. I don't know what they call it. Was it chemistry? I had no idea.
She had one too many Cosmopolitans that day. Well, so did I. Or else I wouldn't have done what I did to her that day. Or perhaps, I'm glad I did.
It all started when we talked about Mark. The first time in quite a while I opened him up to anyone. She was the first person I can think of who I can share his known quirks with, since, you know, she's his best friend and all, and knows almost everything about him. Perhaps even more than I have known him myself as his wife.
I then moved slightly closer to her. She sensed the change in proximity between the two of us, and to my surprise, she moved closer, not further from me. And it was at that point I did the unthinkable: I gave her a kiss! She was shocked at the sudden contact, from the look in her eyes. But eventually she gave in and returned the favour.
One thing led to another, and there we were on my bedroom, stripped to our underwear. Neither of us weren't really expecting to come at this point. No toys, no frills, not even protection. As if we're going to get pregnant from this kind of sex. But that's not the point.
The point is that we were on my bedroom, having yet another series of kisses, ranging from soft and tender, to ravenous and animalistic. Our Cosmopolitan-scented breaths mingled with each other, and the smell of jasmine-scented candles and fresh antiseptic filled the air.
I could no longer contain myself. I wanted to feel her, touch her, anything just to keep her there with me. I wanted to have her.
During one of our more passionate kisses, I removed her bra that caged her top, caressing those curves I have so longed to touch. She did the same with me, perhaps even a bit more passionately, kissing me all the while.
Soon enough, we were in our birthday suits, flushed from drunkenness and arousal. I laid her down on her back, went on top of her, and left a trail of kisses from her soft, plump lips, down her neck, chest, stomach, and ended just above her throbbing arousal.
She was already gasping for breath. "I want you, Liz.", she mouthed in that deep, sultry, husky tone. "I've always wanted you."
I plunged two of my fingers on to her warmth. She really was telling the truth. She was ready. More than ready, in fact. I plunged even deeper down, the out, then down even deeper than before. Her moans got louder and louder at each thrust of my fingers, her walls convulsing in time with the beat.
With my other hand, I rubbed her clit in a circular motion in time with the rhythm of my fingers. The combination sent her close to the edge, but she wasn't really there yet.
"Just let go, Susan.", I whispered to her. "Let it all out."
And with those she did let it all out. With my last thrust, she arched her back, screaming my name in climax. I could still feel her nub throb hotly to touch, surprised at how I managed to please a woman like that.
How I wish that could last, but it ended as soon as it started. I felt sad that it had to end, until a few minutes later, despite being tired from her release, she asked me. "Your turn?"
And it was my turn to be surprised.