Double trouble because exams are over for me yay! This was a prompt from a friend, who dared me to write a Clamy story with the word kitchen. You can give me prompts via PM, review or ask in my tumblr ididntwearmybowtie . tumblr . com
CablesAndCrack if you're out there I'd LOVE a review from you on this because your Clamy smut is simply the best and I'd really appreciate to know what you think. (Everyone go read those if you haven't. I promise you won't regret it)
This story is M rated
Kitchen
Amy was coming home late. She had been at a photoshoot all evening, and Clara knew she would be in need of food when she came back, so she waited up.
Well, actually, she was feeling a little...needy. She had been thinking about Amy all day, and all she had wanted was to come home and have her for dinner. She cursed when Amy called to remind her of the photoshoot. The perks of being a model's girlfriend, she thought.
When Amy finally got home, she gave Clara a scowl for staying up so late on a school night; she had to wake up very early in the morning and it wouldn't do any good to the kids to have their teacher falling asleep on her desk. Still, even though she didn't show it, she was glad that she had been waiting for her.
Clara had to focus on her glass of wine so she would let the Scottish girl eat her dinner in peace. After what Amy had said, she would probably want to send her to bed without dessert, so she couldn't give away her intentions.
When Amy was done, she insisted on doing the dishes so Clara could go straight to bed. Clara didn't argue, but waited for Amy to think she had obeyed. She silently entered the kitchen and placed her arms around Amy while kissing her neck. The ginger had to take a deep breath before she could speak.
"Clara, is late. You have to wake up early tomorrow." It was hurting her to reject Clara's advance, but she had to be the responsible one if Clara refused to be. Or maybe she just wanted to play hard to get.
Clara didn't say anything in response. She unbuttoned Amy's jeans and slipped a hand into them, the other going underneath Amy's red tartan shirt to her bra. "I want you", she said, almost a growl.
"Clara..." The brunette's hands wouldn't let her think.
"Amy, shut up and let me work."
It took all of Amy's strength to pull Clara's hand out of her jeans and turn around, but before she could say anything Clara kissed her hard, her tongue forcing Amy to lower her guard.
Without breaking the kiss, Clara unbuttoned Amy's shirt and brushed it off her shoulders. Her lips went down slowly, kissing her way through Amy's chest and abdomen. She lowered Amy's jeans and went back up, pulling Amy up to make her sit on the counter.
She took off her top and shorts quickly, as they were driving her mad. She kissed Amy again, pressing their bodies together while her fingers got rid of Amy's knickers. She wanted to tease Amy for how wet she was, but something told her that the least she spoke, the better.
Clara buried her face in between Amy's long legs and started licking her, her tongue wide at first just to tease her, but then moved on to more precise moves, sucking and licking her clit. Amy's hands left the counter and buried themselves into brown hair, holding her down just in case she decided to leave.
Clara stayed where she was long enough to have Amy breathing heavily, broken moans escaping her lips with every new move. She felt the ginger was getting close, so she slowed down just as Amy started to tense her muscles. The Scottish girl knew she wouldn't be able to hold all that tension in her for much longer, so she did the only thing she could think of.
"Please... Please, Clara..." It was all she could say. Clara took pity on her and slid two fingers inside Amy to push her over the edge.
When Amy's grip on Clara's hair softened, the ginger dragged Clara up and pressed her lips hard against hers. She liked the feeling of tasting herself from Clara's mouth.
"You know..." Amy started when she managed to catch her breath. "I think the kids can survive a day with a sleepy teacher."
She stood back on the floor and picked Clara up, carrying her into the bedroom and dropping her on the bed unceremoniously. "My turn."
