Blake couldn't stop herself from smiling when Doris walked into Company later that day. That's all it took. There was just something about how the mayor moved – head high, shoulders square – it captivated Blake in a way she didn't expect. Doris commanded attention without uttering a single syllable. It was almost regal the way she entered a room. Best part of all, she never tried to impress anyone – it just came naturally.
Immediately, their night together came to mind. She was no longer in the busy café. She was at the Beacon, having one of the best nights in her life.
"Blake," Doris called down when the author's southward kisses got to her pelvic bone. "I don't want you to think you have to…"
Blake grinned before her tongue crept out and wiggled quickly against Doris's clit that was now peeking out from its hood.
Doris could only suck in a breath at the sensation and moan as Blake giggled.
"You were saying…?" Blake teased, as she looked up and made eye contact.
"Fuck if I remember," Doris shot back with a chuckle.
Blake laughed too and then slowly licked her lips as she looked back at Doris's glistening sex. Her face became more intent the longer she looked. Glancing up at Doris, whose body clearly ached for her touch, she uttered one word.
"Mine."
Blake's tongue began to dart over Doris' clit again without any build up or pretense. Her lips gently captured the hood for a few beats before her tongue plunged deeply inside Doris, making the older woman's hips rise off the bed. Blake took the opportunity - her hands reached out and supported Doris's ass; bringing the woman closer as her fingers kneading the flesh. Blake was impressed with how firm and taunt Doris's body was in her hands.
"You feel wonderful," she called up to the blonde as she moved closer. She positioned Doris's legs on her shoulders. "And you taste even better," she added. As she resumed feasting on the woman spread before her, Blake couldn't contain her hum of satisfaction and delight.
Now that Blake's hands were free she moved them over Doris's hips, over her ribcage until they each found a breast. When Blake's fingers began to strum the nipples into even more erect peaks, Doris cried out and bucked her hips again. As Blake's tongue continued to please her Doris began to play with one of her own breasts as she lead Blake's hand down to her center again.
"Inside?" Blake whispered passionately. "You want me inside of you?"
Doris could only whimper and nod enthusiastically.
Without any hesitation, Blake smoothly slid two fingers inside as her other hand continued to massage Doris's breast. The result was a mangled moan of desire and approval from the older woman. Blake began to move with a rhythm and purpose. She watched as Doris's hips began to keep time and she smiled. She had an idea. She took her fingers away, pulling completely out of her lover.
Doris looked down in surprised and watched as Blake smiled and proceeded to lick her own, sucking off all the juice from her fingers.
"Told you I wanted to taste you," Blake answered with a sexy smirk.
"And?" Doris panted.
"And what?" Blake teased.
"What do you think?"
Blake's smile widened even more and she slid her fingers inside Doris again, giving her three good strokes before pulling out and licking her fingers again. Doris groaned in arousal and frustration.
"You're absolutely delicious," Blake told her.
Doris smiled and watched as Blake's hand went back to her center. She entered her swiftly this time and picked up the pace of her strokes. Doris's smile fell and a look of intent took shape on her face instead. She began to move with Blake, keeping rhythm and bucking against her hand. A light sheen began to cover both of their bodies as Blake worked the mayor into a frenzy.
"Please don't stop," Doris begged.
Blake kept up her pace. "You're close, huh?"
Doris just nodded and continued to ride Blake's hand for all she was worth.
Blake's other hand began to lightly run her fingers against Doris's clit in time with her fingers sliding inside her. When Blake slipped the tip of her pinky into Doris's anus the mayor clutched at the sheets as her toes curled.
"Come for me," Blake whispered. "I wanna taste your come."
That pushed Doris over the edge and her climax ripped through every nerve in her body.
"God, yes!" she cried out. "Fuck me! Don't stop!"
Blake didn't she continued to let Doris ride her hand until she collapsed on the bed, totally spent.
Back at Company, in the present time, the Doris took her usual place at the bar, but her face was a mask. As she settled into her spot, the façade began to crack and she had to smile too as she remembered the things she and Blake done together.
Blake looks gorgeous, she thought. I'm not sure why I never noticed before. Correction: I did notice - I just never thought my admiration would be reciprocated.
Doris had her fair share of beautiful women over the years – her age and often younger. But Blake Marler was different. Doris couldn't tell that Blake had never been with a woman. She had a confidence in the bedroom many younger women lacked. Doris had to admit…they just 'fit' each other rather well.
"How are you this afternoon, Madam Mayor?" Blake asked, smiling widely.
"I'm well." Doris nodded. "And you seem in good spirits yourself," she added.
Company was experiencing its usual lunchtime rush. Just then, someone at a nearby booth motioned to Blake and the redhead was forced to excuse herself to help the customer.
Doris used the opportunity to quickly take out her phone and send a few text messages.
Doris: U around?
The mayor waited and then after a few seconds heard the ping.
Olivia: What's up?
Doris: I'm at Company right now. Blake's here and I can't stop grinning. Help!
Olivia: LOL! She all smiles too?
Doris: Of course!
Olivia: Then what do you need help with?
Doris: What do I say to her?
Olivia: …
Doris: Come on!
Olivia: Ask her on a date.
Doris sighed and turned her phone over as Blake returned.
"I, uh, can I get something to go?" Doris asked. Why the hell am I running? she berated herself silently. What is that look on her face? Disappointment? Damn it!
"Oh, uh, sure. Usually, you eat here, but-."
"I've got a busy day," Doris lied. "But I… honestly?" Doris leaned over the counter slightly and lowered her voice. "I wanted to see you." She was relieved when Blake smiled, but a moment of insecurity took hold when she noticed that Blake's expression seemed to falter for a moment. I probably look like a love struck teenager. "That sounds corny, doesn't it?" Before Blake could answer, Doris went on, "But you know what? Screw it. Cards on the table… you made me feel alive last night. In fact, it's been some time since I've felt that desired by anyone. I think you felt it too, but maybe I'm wrong. Maybe you just wanted to experiment. Of course, at my age, I figured I'd be past that," she laughed and Blake followed suit. "The point is… I'd love to see you again, but I understand if you want to forget it ever happened."
Blake didn't say anything. She didn't even breathe. You can't do this, she told herself. You can't hurt her. Not like this.
In an instant, Doris felt like she'd been clotheslined. She knew the look on Blake's face was far from joy, but she couldn't get a handle on it. It frustrated her. Doris was a master in the courtroom: she could read everyone. But here and now, in this noisy and over-crowded diner she felt utterly helpless… and defeated.
"Blake!" someone yelled, causing them both to jump.
Blake turned to see Buzz in the window behind her with two orders. She quickly turned back to Doris.
"I need to…"
"Go ahead," Doris insisted, motioning her away.
Blake grinned politely and gave her a nod before going to collect the plates. Doris took the time to turn over the phone to see Olivia had texted her… several times.
Olivia: Did you ask her?
Olivia: Hello?
Olivia: Helllllllllooooo? LOL
Olivia: Call me later; tell me how it went.
The longer Doris sat waiting, the more her doubts grew. Blake hadn't really answered her question – so maybe that WAS her answer. Silence. And now the redhead was running around the room from table to table. Yes, they ARE busy, but maybe that's a great distraction for her. She doesn't have to talk to me.
Doris felt a tap on her arm and turned to see Remy's sister, Mel Boudreau, a law colleague and the current District Attorney.
"You're a million miles away," Mel observed wryly.
"Excuse me?" Doris asked.
"I asked how you're doing, Doris."
"I'm not sure, to be honest," she replied. "But I do know one thing; I'm not going to spend my time where I'm not wanted."
"Hold up," Mel insisted. "I was being sincere. If I didn't want to associate with you, I wouldn't have asked you how you were."
"I'm sorry," Doris sighed. "It's not you Ms. Boudreau. I… I have a lot on my mind right now."
"Obviously," Mel replied. "Is it something I could help with?"
Doris considered the attractive woman for a moment with an appreciative gaze, which she hoped would go unnoticed. Don't go there, Doris. You have enough woman problems at the moment. She snorted, shaking her head. "Uh, no, but thank you."
"Really, Doris," Mel reached over to squeeze the mayor's arm. "I haven't seen you in a while and - just so you know - I wasn't trying to pry," she added.
"I know. You're a decent person… even if your taste in men sucks," Doris replied curtly. "I'm sorry," she apologized again. The emotional turmoil of the last twenty four hours was starting to take its toll on the normally unflappable mayor.
"Wow," Mel muttered and then giggled. "You're on a roll today, Wolfe."
"Look, again, I'm sorry. I-I'm going to go. I'm in too foul a mood to be in public today," Doris joked. She put a hand on Mel's shoulder and said sincerely, "I do hope you're doing well."
Across the room, Blake caught the action out of the corner of her eye. She wasn't sure why, but the thought of Doris touching another woman that way – with a bit of intimacy – made her feel queasy. Do Doris and Mel have a past…or maybe a present? Whatever this feeling is… I don't like it. Blake turned back to the female customer, who was now tugging on her apron to get her attention.
"I'm good Doris," Mel told her, "and my offer still stands," she added. "I'm told I'm a great listener so if you need an ear…"
"See? Good person," Doris said as she patted Mel's arm one final time and walked out the door without looking back.
"Hey," Blake said to Mel when she finally made it back to the counter. "What's going on?" she asked reflexively.
Mel looked uncertain. "I'm here for food… you still serve lunch, right?" She grinned warmly.
"Oh, yes," Blake said. "Do you, uh, do you know why Doris left?" she asked.
"Not sure, but she seemed pretty distracted."
"She didn't say anything?" Blake pressed.
"Not really," Mel replied. "She said something about not being wanted and left. Like I said, she had something on her mind and-." Mel stopped mid-sentence as she watched Blake dart out the door, toward the parking lot. Mel shrugged. "Okay, that was odd," she mentioned out loud to no one in particular.
TBC