Over the Rainbow Broom (aka There's No Place Like Home…Base)
by jodief1
Pairing: Ruby/Red (Wolfie) and Dorothy (Kansas)
Rated: Back to M in this chapter, dearies. ;)
Status: Since you all have been so kind and supportive, and I really would like to give these characters more storyline than they were granted this season, I will work in at least two more chapters after this one.
Summary: Ruby/Red (Wolfie) and Dorothy (Kansas) commit to True Love, immediately post-5x18, "Ruby Slippers"
Boilerplate: ABC owns these characters, but we have to fill in the sexytimes. At no profit to us except to Gett. Off.
A/N: Thanks again for taking time to review, follow, and fave. I do try my very best to retain the flavor of any fandom and characters I write! Again, I really appreciate the feedback, and it definitely gives me incentive to come back with more. Hope you enjoy this one as well. ;)
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Ruby moved across the threshold with difficulty, because agile hands were already at her back, moving her cape to one side and releasing her corset. She registered the smell of a fire in the small grate. Hot lips descended on her bare neck, breathing into her, as Ruby closed her eyes and reached up with one hand to grasp her lover's neck. As soon as she sensed the door was closed, Ruby spun to capture Dorothy's lips in an eager, open-mouthed kiss. Her long arms reached around Dorothy's waist to unfasten her Amazonian belt, but her sense of purpose short-circuited entirely when Dorothy's tongue met hers and slid across it firmly, expertly, touching off flares of sensation in her jaw that trickled down to light up all her nerve endings at once.
Ruby could feel her knees getting weak and feared briefly she might collapse on the bed (which fortunately was right behind her), but then she experienced something she'd never felt before. The wolf rose in her so quickly that her hands flew up to her cloak, involuntarily checking to make sure it had not slipped from her shoulders, but it was still in place, even as Dorothy was easing Ruby's unbuttoned blouse down over her torso. No, this sensation was entirely new: she retained her human faculties, but all her senses were sharpened to the breaking point, and a razor-edge intensity overtook her. She was present, entirely, in every instant, feeling each part of her body as though it were a separate entity moving in tandem with the others. Mouth: warm and bottomless. Breasts: nipped by the wood-scented night air. Fingertips: dancing under fabric, across smooth flesh to pointed nipples. Hips: chafing against the cloth separating them from the body pressing against them. Every follicle quickened, every orifice moistened.
With a snarl, Ruby pulled first Dorothy's cape-strap and then her dress over her head. After dropping her own skirts, and then Dorothy's, she pulled Dorothy's head in fiercely, even impossibly closer than before, and pinioned her lover's tongue with her own. With gentle strokes, she tried to communicate what she wanted to do to and for Dorothy. While kicking off most remaining articles of clothing, both women brushed Ruby's cape away from her back so that it billowed onto the bed. In one continuous motion, between kisses, Dorothy pressed Ruby's body down upon the cloak, sliding one knee between Ruby's legs to lower herself above her, supported on one side next to Ruby's. Now, at last, they were joined along their entire lengths.
All Ruby's fibers hummed with the delicious contact of skin against skin, and she instinctively started to writhe beneath Dorothy, who broke off their kiss and moaned as her eyes and head rolled back in pleasure. When her gaze returned to Ruby's, she gasped "Wolfie...," and her hand flew up to touch Ruby's temple. With a start, Ruby realized that her eyes must have changed, but instead of fearing a transformation, she smiled lasciviously and reached up to finger Dorothy's nipple while growling, "Only for you, Kansas…."
Dorothy trembled at Ruby's touch; closing her eyes, she brushed her lips against Ruby's, and Ruby responded by nipping at them until Dorothy gave her the access she craved. As Dorothy's hand tangled in in the locks behind Ruby's head, Ruby curled her tongue against the roof of Dorothy's mouth and her teeth while teasing both her nipples with eager fingers. Dorothy's hips began to grind, and she pressed her thigh even harder against Ruby's center, making her inhale sharply against Dorothy's mouth.
Not quite yet - time to turn the tables, Ruby thought as she slid one hand behind Dorothy's toned back and pushed against her until their positions were flipped. She felt as though she could watch her own movements in her lover's captivated gaze: her cape a silken cascade over her, Ruby undulated against Dorothy, bringing her weight to bear against the wet curls beneath her with each thrust of her thigh, and brushing Dorothy's nipples lightly with her own. Dorothy's eyes fluttered closed again, echoing too poignantly her expression whilst cursed, and Ruby leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Don't forget to breathe, my love," as she reached down between their bodies to explore Dorothy's folds.
Dorothy's eyelids flew open, and her pupils were molten, awash in desire. She tried to inch her hand between their bodies to reach Ruby, who chose to pin Dorothy's wrist against the bed instead.
"No, let me watch you first," Ruby cooed against Dorothy's collarbone, punctuating her plea by entering her with her middle finger. Picking her way down Dorothy's body, dragging hair against skin while pushing her lover's knees upward with her upper arms, Ruby inserted another finger to slide past the pelvic bone and curl back against it to pinpoint the sweet spot. After depositing wet kisses all along Dorothy's shivering flesh, Ruby's mouth reached its destination: parting Dorothy's dark, damp curls with her free hand, she gently and steadily sought out her hood with the tip of her tongue. Dorothy's body jerked, and she cried out wordlessly, grasping at the bed coverings with one hand and Ruby's hair with the other. Ruby's lips curled into a smile against her lover's folds, but she kept encircling the hood for a few delicious moments before sucking down onto Dorothy's entire swollen clit, timing her ministrations with thrusts of her hand. She looked up to see Dorothy try, but fail, to maintain eye contact. Ruby felt like a wolf-god, lapping up Dorothy's juices and making her muscles jump with every flick of her tongue: Take that, Hades – you can't possibly pleasure a woman like this, ever! (And definitely not one worth pleasuring.) In just a few moments, both of Dorothy's hands flew to Ruby's head, gripping her tightly as she wailed in ecstasy while her canal clenched around Ruby's fingers.
Ruby kept lapping, but more gently, for a few more moments as she removed her hand and Dorothy rode out her spasms. Wiping her mouth and hands against Dorothy's skin, she slid back up her lover's body, beyond delighted by the look of wanton adoration on Dorothy's gorgeous face. "Ms. Strong-and-Silent?" Ruby teased, propping her head up on one hand when she reached Dorothy's eye-level. "Not so much, anymore."
Dorothy smiled and reached out to caress Ruby's face, but Ruby was surprised to see tears in the corners of her eyes. "You...are beyond. Anything. I have never felt this before." They kissed, slowly and tenderly at first, tasting each other anew - but their passion ratcheted up again as Ruby was reminded of the throbbing at her core.
"I can't wait to find out how many times you can do that in a row," she choked out huskily between kisses.
"Oh, no, Wolfie," Dorothy replied, her hand already moving down Ruby's smooth abdomen: "Next, it's my turn to give you the ride of your life, then bring you home. You said you'll always come for me, remember?"