More smut...Sorry mom!

I'm sitting in my room after my visit with Kira when my door opens. I turn around to see Rachel walking in the room with a bag in her hand. "How was your visit with Kira?" She asks polietly. I eye her body up and down before making eye contact. "It was great. Thank you for letting me see her." I thank her honestly. "You're welcome." She sits the bag in her hand on my bed. "I thought maybe you would want a shower." My eyes light up at the thought of a nice hot shower. "I'd love one." I answer. She nods and walks to the door. "Come on then." I get up off the bed and follow her. "I wont cuff you but I will hang on to you." I smile interally. Those cuffs hurt. She leads my through a couple hallways. It's silent other than the clicking of her annoyingly high heels.

We get to the bathroom and there is a wall with multiple shower heads on them, but no curtians or anything to block me from view. "Strip." Rachel orders. I do as she says, ripping my clothes from my skin, all the while she stares at me intently. It makes me nervous. After I am fully undressed, I stand there awkwardly with my arms crossed over my chest. Rachel smirks at me. "Well it's nothing I havent seen before. Here's the shampoo, conditioner, and soap. Go shower." I take the stuff from her and walk to the shower head farthest away from Rachel. I turn the hot water and practically moan as it hits my skin. Showers have been my happy place since I was a kid. In my mind, I'm washing off all the bad things that have happened. I feel lighter after showers.

I pour some of the shampoo in my hand and massage it through my grimy hair. I try not to look over to where Rachel is standing, just watching me. I feel her gaze on my body though. It feels like its burning a hole through me, it makes my body feel hot. I finish rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, then I do the same to the conditioner. It's when I'm washing the soap off my body that I hear heels clicking on the tile of the shower floor. "Turn the water off." She orders. I turn around and shakily do as she says. I shiver in the icy air as she walks infront of me, staring as the driplets of water rain down my flushed skin. My heart races in my chest so fast I can hear it. Slowly, Rachel steps closer and closer to me, until I am pushed back against the cool tile wall. I tremble as she runs a finger from my jaw line down to my chest. Her touch feels like fire and I can still feel it even when its not there anymore.

Slowly she leans in until her lips lay upon mine. She kisses me slowly. It's sensual and sweet, different from when she is fucking me. It shocks me, this isnt something she had done before. It feels different, it feels intimate. Then it picks up, and its all teeth and tongue, and shes holding my jaw, tilting my head up to her liking, and it takes my breath away. She tastes like expensive wine and smells like vanilla. Her lips are soft and supple but her hands are demanding where ever she touches me. The stark contrast makes my head spin and when she pulls away from me, breaking the contact, it pulls a whimper from my throat. But then she's kissing down my throat, biting and sucking every now and then, and her hands run up and down my naked sides, running just under my breast then running back down. It's teasing and it drives me mad.

Then her fingers finally find a nipple and a gasp leaves me as she pinches it. She rolls it between her fingers as she bends to capture the other in her hot mouth. I let out a sound between a whine and a moan as she bites down lightly on my nipple. "Are we going to do this everyday?" I rasp out. She bites down harder making my hips buck. "We'll do this as much as I want." She runs a finger down inbetween my legs. "Plus, it feels like you're enjoying it." She smirks at me. I whimper as she pulls her finger back, my hips cant up looking for the friction that I lost.

Suddenly, with strength I didnt know she had, Rachel picks me up and packs me over to the sinks. "What are you doing?" I ask. She sets me down on the counter, making my back flush against the cool glass of the mirror. "Did you think I was gonna get on my knees for you, Manning?" She bends down and starts nipping at my thighs. "Oh." I breathe out. Now I understand what she's doing. She spends an excrushiating amount of time just biting and kissing my inner thighs, getting really close to where I need her then pulling away. "Just get on with it, yeah?" She lifts her head to stare coldly at me. "Is that how you ask?" She scolds me like you would a child. I groan and lay my head back against the mirror. "You get nothing until you find your manners, Sarah." I huff at her and lift my head back up to look at her. "Will you please do something Rachel?" I ask through my teeth. "Since you said please."

She bends back down and puts my legs on her shoulders. She then, takes and slow, long lick up the length of my slit. My head falls back, harshly hitting the mirror, as a moan makes its way out my throat. She continues giving teasing licks, never hitting my clit, just circling around it. I grind my hips trying to force her where I need her, but she just keeps moving her head. She grabs my hips to hold them still, then wraps her lips around my clit and starts sucking harshly. I try to grind my hips with her but her hands stop me from moving. "Hold still or I'll stop." She threatens. I bite my lip and try to hold as still as possible as she starts to flick my clit with her tongue. I feel the familiar tightening in my stomach, a warning of such, to tell me whats coming soon. I continuously fight my body from arching my back as I get closer and closer. Just when I'm about to go over the edge, Rachel pulls away.

"No." I whine, breathing heavily. Rachel smirks at me. "What do you want?" I growl low in my throat at her, I hate when she makes me say it. "Make me come, please?" I ask pleadingly. She bends back down and it's only minutes later that I'm coming undone. I arch my back and thrust my hips as a small scream makes its way out of me. After what seems like forever I collapse against the mirror behind me, my whole body feeling fuzzy. Rachel throws my clothes at me and grins. "Get dressed."

Cosima comes to see me later that day. She tells me that they are going to schedule the bone marrow donation next week and that Rachel said I could be there. I smile when she tells me, then we continue to a different conversation. She tells me about Alison in rehab and that she seems to be getting better, she says that Fee has been helping her quite a bit. She tells me Felix misses me too. She also has been calls from Mrs. S, wanting to know how I am and when I'm getting out. I want to know when I'm getting out too.

I make a brave desicion that day, and decide to tell Cosima about Rachel and I. "Cosima, I need to tell you something, but you cant judge me." She grins and leans in closer, obviously intriged. "Yeah, anything dude, no judgement." She holds up her right hand in scouts honor. "Okay." I take a big breath. "I've been shaggin' Rachel." Her eyes grow wide. "Or more like, Rachel's been shaggin' me." I bite my lip as a ton of expressions run across Cosima's face. "Okay. Is she like, raping you?" Cosima asks confused. "The first time, kinda, I didnt want it at first, but then I did, and now I like it, and I dont know Cosima. Am I going bloody mad?" I ramble. Cosima puts her glasses on her head and leans her head on her palm. "I dont know man, that's complex. I mean, you're basically having sex with yourself." Cosima chuckles. "Rachel is nothing like me." I defend. "I need to get out of here so I can figure this out. Cosima's eyes brighten. "Oh, that's what I had to tell you." Cosima grins. "I have a plan."

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