A/N: This is the sex. Hands on keyboards at all times.
MSMR - Dark Doo Wop
It's either nerves or excitement, Gail's not sure which, but her hands are shaking as she follows Holly up the stairs. She can almost hear the sound of her breathing echoing off the walls, and she tries to take a deep breath because this was her idea.
Waking up to the brunette wrapped around her, their legs intertwined, her hot breath spilling over her neck, it had set her on edge for the whole day. Once Holly had dropped her back at her apartment she'd spent an hour just sat on her bed, trying to decide if it was time, and trying to decide if it was stupid to put this much emotion into what was about to happen. It was just sex. But then with Holly it was never really 'just' anything, everything always came with so much emotion that it scared her just how much Holly made her feel in such a short amount of time.
It was the 'what was about to happen' that confused her as well, because she knew what girls did together, sort of, and she didn't know why, but it was less about what she was going to feel and more about what Holly was going to feel. The look Holly had given her when she had seen the dress was enough to cement her conviction though, because if she had to spend another night just thinking about the brunette she was going to combust.
Gail takes in another calming breath when Holly stops at the door to the bedroom, opening it to let Gail in and closing it behind them. She hears the light switch behind her being clicked and the warm glow of Holly's lights fill the room. It had been less than 24 hours since she'd been in there, but it feels like a different kind of intimate now.
She doesn't turn to face the brunette, but she can feel the heat of her body standing inches from her back, her breath caressing the bare skin of her back. It feels like minutes pass, both of them breathing heavy before Holly's fingers start brushing down her back and she feels the zip of her dress being pulled down.
"Are you sure?" A dazed feeling has settled over her and it takes a second for Gail's now lust filled mind to comprehend what Holly's asking. She doesn't answer, not verbally anyway, instead she pulls the straps of her dress off her arms and lets the material pool at her feet.
The feel of her skin against Holly's shirt when she pulls her around into a kiss isn't enough, she wants to feel the warmth of her skin against hers, so she starts fumbling with the buttons, her breath getting sharper with each one that pops open. As soon as the last one is tugged free of its hole Holly slides the shirt off and Gail moans, because the feel of her bare skin against her own is just so much more than she was expecting.
Gail's only semi aware of what Holly's hands are doing, but when the brunette steps back to put some space between them her breath catches in her throat. The brunette bends down to remove her trousers from her legs fully and Gail marvels at the sight of them. Neither of them move, and she just looks at the brunette, takes in the small flat of her stomach and the smoothness of her legs and she almost has to close her eyes when she thinks that any moment now she'll be touching them. Eventually her eyes drag up to Holly's face and she realises she's doing the same thing, her own eyes wondering over her body.
She decides to take the lead, which considering she doesn't know what the hell she's going to do is a big step, but she reaches behind her back and flicks open her bra anyway, letting it fall onto the small pile of clothes between them. The pink of Holly's tongue catches her attention as it brushes across her lips and the small gesture causes her to clench unexpectedly, and her legs go weak, because she hasn't been paying attention to just how wet she's become. Holly stares down at her chest, and she's about to say something, maybe, about the brunette hurrying it along and taking off her own bra, because she just needs to see and she's too nervous to do it herself.
It could be Holly who moves first, or it could be her, but their bodies crash together somewhere in the middle, and it's so hard she's surprised they haven't ended up winding themselves. The kiss is almost violent and she revels in the groan that comes from Holly when she tugs her lower lip with her teeth. It's Gail's turn to groan when Holly's lips leave hers to start leaving a hot train down her neck, nipping lightly and she can feel her nipples hardening against Holly's chest. It's brave of her she thinks, or maybe she's just too turned onto care, when she reaches up and starts palming Holly's breasts through her bra, her hands cupping them and her thumbs brushing up over the hardened peaks inside. She thinks it could be turning into a competition to see who can make the other groan the loudest, because Holly's hands are suddenly all over her chest in reply, and it's just making her so shockingly wet at the feel of it.
Holly finally discards her bra, and Gail wants nothing more than to pull away and look at her, but they're back to kissing and she's not sure which is more important. The kisses continue, the intensity growing and she knows both of them are going to have bruises in the morning.
There's a gentle push on her waste, and she realises Holly is gently trying to manoeuvre them towards the bed, so she lets her slowly guide her. They have to break apart briefly so she can shuffle up the bed, her head sinking into the pillow as Holly climbs on top of her, her long legs tangling with her own, the sight of her bare breasts causing her hips to buck subconsciously. The kissing starts again, and she's not sure if it's because their laying down, or if being able to touch so much skin has taken the edge off, but it's slower.
She can feel the heat of Holly's clothed centre on her thigh, and she wants to touch her, she want to hear Holly moaning her name the way she'd imagined it, but she just doesn't know exactly what it is she needs to do to make that happen. Pleasure starts to coil in her stomach as Holly's fingers come up to trace around Gail's ever hardening nipples. Her body stiffens slightly and it surprises her when Holly pulls away from her lips, her brow furrowed in concern, because she was hoping that she wouldn't notice.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Holly removes her fingers from Gail's nipples, and she almost whimpers at the loss of contact. "We can stop, don't feel like you have to do this Gail." Which is a ridiculous statement really, because Holly is half naked on top of her, her body won't let her not do this.
"No I just, I don't-" She swallows, because God it feels embarrassing to admit. "I don't really know what to do."
"Oh," Holly light brushes the ends of hair on her forehead. "What do you think you do?"
"What I do to myself, probably, but I don't know, more?"
"Show me."
"Holly," She feels her face flush with embarrassment, because she knows what Holly is asking her to do. "I- I cant."
"Yes, you can." Holly's hand slowly moves to cover hers trailing it down her body until it meets the band of her underwear. "Show me what you do to yourself when you think of me, because you've touched yourself because of me haven't you?"
It's a complete turn in dominance and she thinks this could be Holly's revenge for her teasing earlier in the evening, but she doesn't care, because it feels too good to think of anything but what Holly is doing to her. The brunettes mouth latches onto the side of her neck, sucking harshly and her answer spills over her lips on the back of a moan. "Yesssss."
It's the look of pure want in Holly's eyes at her confession when she pulls back that causes her hand to slip underneath the fabric. At least that's what she tells herself, because right now it feels like she has no control over anything, least of all her vocal cords that let out a deep groan when she finds the wetness that she knew had pooled between her legs. The pleasure starts to spike through her as her fingers instantly find her clit and start moving over it in a familiar pattern.
She opens her eyes and finds Holly's trained on the movement of her hand under the fabric, and she didn't know being watched so intently would cause such a clench of excitement in her stomach, but it has.
Gail lets out a groan when Holly's hand pulls at her wrist, but it turns into a gasp when she starts dragging her wet fingers down her own stomach before she pushes them into her own underwear. The wetness of Holly shocks her, but it doesn't stop her fingers from beginning to move in clumsy circles searching for the place that will make Holly gasp.
"Hey, slow down, just," Gail stops moving and gently probes her finger further up, "Oh God, yeah, right there." Her sentence is followed by a guttural groan and Gail realises she's somehow found the right spot.
She takes it slower then, watching Holly's brow furrow above her as she gently swirls her fingers, but she needs more and she thinks Holly does too. The constraint of Holly's underwear means there's not enough room or freedom for her to do what she has planned next. The brunette has her eyes closed, but they fly open in surprise when Gail flips them over and removes her fingers.
"Wha- Are you ok?" She just hums in response and hooks her thumbs into the top of Holly's underwear and starts pushing the black lacy material down her thighs. She wasn't prepared for the sight of it then, the actual sight of Holly wet and naked beneath her and she's surprised when she feels another gush of wetness in her own underwear.
Holly's stomach muscles clench underneath her wet fingers as she drags them down towards where she needs them again, her back arching off the bed as she trails them past her clit, the pads of her fingers deliberately pushing down over it. The brunette lowers her own hand to meet hers and helps guide her to her entrance, manipulating her fingers so there's two of them resting just inside. Gail's not sure if she should be embarrassed that she's having to help her so much, but part of her just finds it so hot to have Holly showing her just what she wants that she almost wants to feign inexperience for her to ask for more.
Gail's breathing is coming in short pants, because it's only the tips of her fingers, but she can feel the warmth enveloping them. Holly moves her hand away and rests it on her side and Gail has to bury her face in Holly's neck for a moment, because this is all just too much in the best possible way.
"Gail," Holly takes a shuddering breath and she feels her chest against her own, "Please."
She moves her fingers deeper until they're fully inside and Holly lets out a deep moan. The clenching around her fingers makes her stop, leaving her fingers buried to the hilt, because she never expected it to feel like this, and she doesn't really want to move, she just wants to keep her fingers still and keep feeling it, but for this to work she knows she needs to start moving again. Slowly she moves the two digits back out again, before pushing them back in and she starts a rhythm in time with her breathing, in and out, in and out, and it's startling how turned on it's making her. She can hear the gentle wet sound of her fingers moving inside Holly mixing with the sound of their heavy breathing and it just adds to everything she's feeling.
"I'm not going to break, you can go harder." Gail leans down to suck hard on her collar bone, and she feels the brunettes body arching into her again. "That's not what I-" Gail doesn't give her the chance to finish as she increases the pressure of her hand causing Holly to let out a loud moan, which she's sure is a good thing.
"Yeah, I know."
The moan was good, but she still not sure if what she's doing is completely right and she thinks maybe she should be doing more, but Holly's eyes are closed, her head pushing further back into the pillow exposing the length of her neck and Gail can't resist it. She can feel the vibration of Holly's moans in her throat as she kisses towards her ear, lightly pulling the lobe between her teeth.
Holly's hand moves just above where her hand is and her fingers start making tight circles around her own clit, and God if it's not the hottest thing she's ever seen. She hadn't realised it until Holly's spare hand comes up to grip her arse that she had been moving her hips above her, and she thinks she almost dies when she pushes her down onto her thigh, because it's the friction she's been craving since she started touching Holly.
Her movements start growing in confidence when she feels Holly clenching harder and more erratically around her fingers, she realises she must be close, but she doesn't want this to end, ever. Holly's hand starts to speed up, the little circles getting more off time and Gail responds by curving the ends of her fingers inside her and it's all it takes.
Holly pulls her down into a sloppy kiss when she comes, gasping out her name between breaths and Gail doesn't know what to concentrate on, the taste of Holly's lips, the sound of her name being gasped breathlessly or the feel of Holly clenching so hard around her fingers. She decides to be greedy and just take it all in, every part of it and she has to stop moving her own hips, because just feeling Holly has brought her too close to the edge.
Eventually Holly's hand grips onto her wrist again to stop her movement, and she gently moves them out of her. She looks down and sees them covered in everything that's Holly and she doesn't know why wants to taste them, but it feels more like a need. The taste is unexpected, she's not sure what it was she was expecting, but she closes her eyes and hums around her fingers as it settles over her tongue.
"God Gail." The brunette sounds breathless and Gail opens her eyes again to meet the lust filled orbs looking back at her. Holly pulls at her wrist to remove her fingers from her mouth and then kisses her, she wonders if the moan Holly lets out when their lips meet is because she's tasting herself.
"I want to taste you." It takes a few moments to figure out what Holly means, she's already been flipped on her back and Holly is already kissing just above the waistband of her underwear before it clicks.
She knows it's going to be over embarrassingly quickly, but she doesn't care because Holly is dragging her underwear down her body and she's placing the sweetest kisses around her inner thighs. It's not like when anyone else she's slept with, Holly doesn't dive straight in and start thrashing her tongue, instead she drags her tongue slowly from the bottom of her slit to the top, placing a light kiss around her clit when she reaches the top. Then she repeats the same movement, again and again, and Gail's close to begging by the time she finally relents and spends more than a second touching her clit.
By the time Holly pushes a single finger inside her she's already lost the power of speech, and really all she wants to say is 'more' and 'please', but every time she tries it just comes out as an incoherent whimper. She tries again to ask for more, and she actually feels Holly smiling against her, because even though it just came out as another garbled whimper the brunette understands and pushes another finger inside.
One of her hands quickly ends up pinching at her own nipple causing spikes of pleasure to travel down her body and the other buries itself in Holly's thick hair pulling her closer. She was right when she thought it wouldn't take long, because it's been a matter of minutes of Holly touching her properly before she feels the familiar coiling of her stomach, and it's just so intense, she doesn't think it's built so high before.
She thinks she might have managed to splutter out Holly's name as her head leaves the pillow her eyes staring down at her and every muscle in her body contracts at once at the sight of her staring back.
The release of her orgasm leaves her seeing stars, the pleasure shooting out into every nerve ending, leaving her head pushed back into the pillow, her heels digging into Holly's back and her hands gripping at the bed sheets, twisting them between her fists. She's glad that at some point during Holly's assault on her she lost the ability to speak properly, because she's incredibly aware that three little words almost spill out her mouth as Holly continues moving against her. It feels like it goes on for hours, wave after wave with the brunette helping her to ride it out, but eventually she's aware of Holly's placing light kisses around her thighs before moving back above her. She keeps her eyes closed as she tries to compose herself. The last twinges of pleasure are still clenching through her when she opens her eyes.
"Hey, welcome back." Holly's hair is sticking out at all angles, and she looks so damn smug that Gail almost rolls her eyes until she catches sight of the wetness around her mouth. She can't resist pulling Holly down into a kiss, the taste of herself mingles with the taste of Holly and she lets out a moan from deep in her throat. It's Holly who pulls away first, her fingers brushing through the front of her hair again.
"God, is it always like that?"
"Yeah, I think it is if you find the right person." Holly's fingers slowly trail down her face and neck until their tracing one of her hardened nipples.
"Hmmm," Gail closes her eyes at the sensation, because they've only just finished, but she wants to start all over again. "We should probably try it again, just to make sure we did it right."
"Yeah?" Holly's already moving to straddle her, her lips encasing one nipple, whilst her hand pinches at the other one.
"Yeah." She lets out a groan when her teeth lightly grazes the sensitive flesh. "We should probably try it a couple of more times at least, just to be sure."
A/N: Are we all still alive?
THIS COULD HAVE BEEN YOU TOAST GIRL, YOU HEAR ME? THIS COULD HAVE BEEN YOU!