I do not own the characters and I'm not making any monetary profit from this, only hedonistic pleasure. ;+)
Rated M for sizzling, burning out of the pan spice.
Hidden Intimacy
Chapter One:
Enticement
My name is Sierra. Today is my birthday. I'm celebrating with my best pal Michelle at our favorite bar/dance club. In between shots, I scope out the women as they enter the bar. I long for a soft companion this evening.
My seat is rough and hard between my legs, and my body is tense with lustful need.
I'm sitting on the corner barstool chatting with my friend Michelle when she walks in. My eyes lock on and hold on to her, this live version of Venus de Milo right before me, the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. Long cascading blonde hair flutters around her slim shoulders with each step she takes further into the strobing lights of the dance club.
The flashing lights glitter off the lenses of her black framed glasses.
Heat clenches, pulses between my legs at the sight of her beauty. My dark eyes drift to her narrow, swinging hips. Cotton constricts against my chest as my nipples harden. Saliva floods my mouth as my eyes linger on the juncture of her sinewy thighs. My hot tongue darts out to stroke my dry lips.
Michelle hits my shoulder. Her voice squeaks in my ear to pay attention to her story. Fuck her stupid story. My entertainment for the evening just strutted through the doors. The blonde stops at a table in the back. A table shrouded in darkness. I watch her take a seat. A smile perhaps graces her features, but I can't tell for sure. The darkness envelopes her beauty from my eyes. I'm on my feet.
Michelle says come back, I ignore her. A few quick steps and I'm at the blonde's table. Glittering lenses dart towards me. Then I see it, the figure beside her. A woman sits next to my Venus. A dark leather covered arm envelopes the blonde in a partial hug, a position of possession.
I gulp at the sight.
My Venus is taken. My eyes drop down in defeat.
A smoky voice says, "may we help you?" My eyes drift up. The woman smiles at me, enjoying my defeat.
My mind locks on the we. "I noticed your lady and just wanted to introduce myself." I step back, the cowards way. "I apologize." A quick turn of my head and I see Michelle watching me from the bar.
"Don't leave," a higher voice demands. "I would like to get to know you. We would like to get to know you better."
We… A request I can't deny. Waving at Michelle that I'm alright, I turn back to the couple and take the chair directly across from them.
The blonde extends her hand. "I'm Alexandra Cabot." Stellar blue eyes lock onto mine, and a perfect eyebrow arches upwards in challenge. I take the hand. It's soft and smooth, its grip firm, strong but ladylike.
"I'm Sierra Taylor," my voice echoes in my ears. The hand drops from mine. I extend towards the other woman. She glares down at my hand then places her hand in mine. A strong biting grip clenches my fingers. I bite my lip against the pain. The woman challenges in a less subtle way than my Venus. My fingers return her clench equally but not stronger. A challenge is beneath me this evening.
"Olivia Benson," the smoky voice burrs loudly.
"Nice to meet you both." My eyes devour the two women before me.
"Likewise."
A waitress stops by the table. We order shots of Jack Daniels. I need the burn, the bite of hard liquor. I pay for all three shots. Olivia toasts, "to new friends," and winks at me. I tip my glass to my lips. Then the shot is burning down my throat and my eyes are watering with the sting. Laughter strokes my eardrums as I slam my glass down onto the tabletop. My eyes flick to Olivia. Her head is thrown back, laughter escapes her mouth. Alex kisses her cheek with a loud mphlat. Olivia stops laughing and turns her head to gaze into the watery blue of Alex.
Their lips meet in a passionate embrace. My eyes lock on to suckling lips. I'm frozen and burning up at the sight before me. I tip my empty glass for a drink to quench my suddenly dry throat. Pink tongues duel for the lead, dancing a twirling dance. I lick my lips. I'm desperate for moisture. Heat floods my silken cleft between my thighs, trickling over my skin in a teasing stream of warmth. I squirm in my seat, leaning back from the table.
Deep brown eyes open and watch me squirming. Olivia smiles into the kiss. Her arms wrap around my Venus and pull her in tighter. Their tongues are deeply dancing together now. I gulp, lick my lips again. But only spread dryness, scratching my sensitive lips. Wincing, I scoot my chair back.
The two women devour each other uninterrupted. Nodding my head in disappointment, I stand, then look down. I turn and wave back at them. A step away from them, then another, and another. I am halfway back to Michelle when a strong hand grabs my elbow, and jerks me back, halting my escape from what I can't have.
A low voice asks, "where are you going?"
I mumble, "just away." The hand loosens and drops down to clasp my wrist, a warm thumb tickling the inside of my wrist seductively.
"No you're not. Alex and I want to get to know you… or did you forget so soon?" Olivia asks.
"I didn't feel wanted," I confess dejectedly.
"Oh you are. Come back with me?"
"Yes," I say, allowing her clasped fingers to tug me back towards their table. Alex stands beside the table and watches us.
"Are we ready?" she asks softly, blue eyes twinkling and her dark eyebrow raised.
"As ready as we'll ever be," Olivia answers her lover.
Brown and blue eyes lock onto my green widened eyes. They wait for my answer or perhaps my question. I choose to remain silent and nod my agreement.
They lead me to the bar to collect my coat. Michelle watches me move between my Venus and her lover meekly. She starts to ask me about them, but I hold up my hand and tell her I'll explain later. She tells me to be careful and to call if I trouble ensues.
My eyes flick back to the two waiting women at the door. There won't be any trouble tonight I tell her as I walk away from her and my abandoned warm beer still resting on the bar surface. My feet carry me out of the bar between Alex and Olivia. They hold me tightly between them, preventing my escape should I decide to make one.
I'm going with them, following my Venus and her lover into the darkened fields of wanton pleasure.
They fold me into their sport car and take me downtown to their white house. The ride happens fast, and I scarcely notice the change of scenery until the vehicle stops moving. Alex assists me out of the car, holding me steady and leading me into their den of iniquity.
"Follow please?" she husks and pulls me along.
"Yes, of course. Why am I here?"
"To get to know us better. Pay attention," she demands and stops at the threshold.
She opens the door. Warmth and soft light greets my hazy vision. Her slim fingers wrap around my hand, tugging me across wooden floors and soft throw rugs until we stop in a darkened lounge room complete with a fireplace.
Olivia softly moves through the darkness to light the large candles spread throughout the room. Flickering light illuminates the three of us; the dips and shadows of our faces now lit and open to each other. I gaze wantonly at my Venus. She gazes back. Desire darkens her blue eyes to a stormy sea, replete with tremendous waves of want. I lean forward.
Warm fingers press to my lips, halting my taste of her. My lower lip dances along the inside of her fingers, trying to capture her salty taste before she departs from my skin. The fingers press in harder, the tips slipping between my lips then departing, granting me the desired taste. My eyes flicker over to Olivia.
Olivia drinks in my features from her place behind her lover. She nuzzles and kisses Alex, her eyes watching me, claiming what's rightfully hers before my eyes. Hot breath pants out of my open lips in rushing gasps. I start to jerk away, but Alex grabs my waist, halting me once again.
"Stay with us," she murmurs. "I saw you watching me in the bar, your eyes traveling along my clothed body. I want you to view me without any barriers. View us without any barriers…We want you to watch us love each other."
"And what do I get out of this?" I'm selfish with my lust. I want my Venus all to myself.
"Do you agree to stay or not?" My Venus demands an answer.
Olivia burrs, "sit over on the couch." She points to the corner of the room towards the brown leather loveseat.
"And if I refuse?"
"Then you refuse and we call you a cab," Alex reasons. "You won't be forced into this."
My lips part to say no. Heat surges through my loins as an image of these two women entangled in intimacy flutters before my minds eye. I want this. An image of them to take with me tonight when I leave their castle. I nod agreement. Then loosen her hands from my waist, breaking her hold on me, and meander over to the cool leather cushions, easing down and stretching out my long legs with a sigh.
My eyes watch their every move as they hug and speak to each other in low whispers. Olivia breaks her gentle clasp on her lover to move to the fireplace to ignite a fire. One quick flick of a switch and flickering light fills the gas powered jets at the bottom of the fireplace erupt in a twinkling blaze. A singe of heat then warm light envelopes the three of us.
The cushions beckon me to relax, encasing my tense back in soft leather. I do and ease all the way back, my hips resting on the very edge of the seat cushion. My trouser clad knees ease hip width apart, opening myself for my tangling lovers.
The stage is set. The audience awaits. And now, the show begins.
A/N: Chapter Two is halfway finished. I would like everyone to review with a YAY or NAY today or tomorrow before I post the next update.
If I have too many NAYs, then I will hit the delete key and this story goes Adios to story afterlife. I hope I get YAYs because I really enjoyed typing these starting chapters. FYI…Won't be a long fiction.