"Yes..." Bree said again. She let her head fall back on the floor, her pleasure becoming less self-conscious the longer Orson touched her. With his hand still up her skirt Orson was just teasing her now. His needs were urgent but he couldn't help himself, he lived for those sounds she made.
He took his hand away slowly, causing Bree to whimper in protest.
"No, that felt so good." she moaned.
Orson smiled, his belt already undone.
"I can't wait anymore." he told her. Bree watched as he lowered his hips to hers, her skirt stretched tightly around the tops of her legs. He's going to take me right here on the floor! she thought, and it made her feel wild. She gasped as he entered her more forcefully than usual. Her hands clutched at his back, barely able to keep up with the in and out motion, until he took her hands with his own and pinned them above her head.
"Orson-!" Bree panted.
"Tell me if it's too much." Orson said, slowing his movements and loosening his grip on her wrists.
"No, keep going." Bree said quickly. Orson picked it back up again, building up to his previous pace. "Harder." Bree whimpered. She cried out when Orson obeyed her command. Their mutual domination was blowing her mind, the way she still controlled him even as he pinned her to the floor.
"Bree," Orson said, his voice gruff and uncontrolled. "I'm not going to last much longer..."
"Harder!" was all she could respond with. "Please..." she begged him. "Just a little longer..."
"Oh god, Bree..." he groaned, unsure if he could fulfill either request. He was already worried that he was going to hurt her, but how could he stop with her writhing beneath him, begging him to keep going? His worrying became pointless as he felt himself losing control...
"BreeI'msorry-" he said, choking on the words as he came inside of her. His hands tightened around her wrists, the slight pain snapping Bree back to reality. He let go as he caught his breath and gently slipped out of her.
"Oh..." Bree sighed, at once sympathetic and disappointed. She felt like someone had put out her lit fuse right before a huge explosion. Orson kissed her mouth, calming her trembling lips, and hopped up so that he could fasten his pants.
"I promise I will make it up to you tonight."
"Orson, wait, I-"
"I have to get back to work!" Orson said, looking at his watch. He scrambled back down to kiss Bree again, a peck on the forehead this time, and then jogged down the stairs. "I love you!" he shouted on his way out the door.
Bree propped herself up on her elbows, befuddled to say the least. Her skirt was still up to her waist and she wasn't quite sure what had just happened. Orson hadn't torn her clothes off after all, that was for sure. Bree lifted her hips off the floor so she could pull her skirt back down, wincing as she realized she had to rearrange her underwear. "Oh....goodness." she muttered.
Bree sat up, reaching up to smooth her hair and grimacing at the ratty mess she found on the back of her head. The hot feeling of being screwed by her boyfriend on a staircase had disappated like a puff of smoke in a strong wind. It was being replaced by resentment.
To make matters worse, there was a knock at the door. Katherine opened the door without being asked, like she always did, and saw Bree sitting at the top of the steps, leaning on the top post with the look of a lost child.
"Bree?" Katherine said, cautiously approaching the bottom of the stairs. "Are you okay?"
Bree sighed and stood up, knowing she'd have to tell Katherine all about it now. One, to satisfy Katherine's already piqued curiousity, and also to vent. She traipsed down the stairs, flipping her hair behind her shoulder and holding her head high.
"Hello, Katherine." Bree said tersely.
Katherine's concerned expression turned slowly to one of curiosity and amusement as Bree joined her on the first floor.
"What happened?"
When Bree smoothed her shirt and shifted her shoulder like her back ached, Katherine was able to make a few guesses of her own.
"...Was that Orson I saw driving away on my way over here?"
"Yes, Katherine. It most probably was."
"Breeee, what happened? Tell me!"
Bree crossed her arms and tried not to fidget. Her shame over all matters sexual was back firmly in place. She found it hard to discuss when not in the act itself.
"Orson left work to see me -"
"To 'see' you? Or to get some?"
"We made love." Bree confirmed, correcting her at the same time.
"Where did you do it?" Katherine interrupted, knowing there was so much more to the story than Bree would reveal if left to tell the story herself. She saw Bree's eyes shift, a quick glance to the stairs. Katherine's jaw almost dropped, but she was smiling too much to be shocked. "The stairrrrs? That's kinda...freaky. For you."
Bree did not see the humor in it, or at least pretended not to, and gave Katherine a look.
"So what went wrong?" Katherine prodded her.
"Nothing went wrong, it's just....Orson...." Bree filled in the blank with a vague hand motion. "Before I did."
Katherine let out a tiny laugh, trying hard not to embarass Bree any further. "That filthy bastard! What did he say?"
"That he'd make it up to me tonight."
"Oh, Bree." Katherine said.
"I know. I was his lunch screw!" Bree exclaimed, embarassed but smiling. It gave Katherine permission to full out laugh.
"I can't believe he did that to you!"
"It wasn't as bad as it sounds. I was...encouraging him."
"Really?" Katherine said, curious again.
"Well, as you can imagine, he was in quite a rush."
"Obviously. You didn't even make it all the way up."
"No, but Orson did." Bree said, smirking at her own joke.
"Bree Van de Kamp!" Katherine scolded her. "Tell me more."
Bree fidgeted a bit more, trying to build up to something. "We were trying to make it to the bedroom, but I tripped and fell, and he didn't stop. He was being so...forceful....and....."
Katherine tried to be patient and hold her tongue but she couldn't take the suspense. "Just say it!"
"Katherine, it felt so. good." Bree gushed suddenly. "I kept telling him to go harder and give me more, it almost hurt but in a good way, a really good way, I mean like wild abandon, lose-yourself-in-the-moment good way. But he was so excited that he just couldn't hold on for long enough and he just..." Bree motioned with her hands again. "And now I feel like I'm going to burn up, I was so close!"
"Whoa." Katherine said, eyes wide. "Once you get going..."
"What does that even mean, 'I'll make it up to you'? I want it now, dammit!"
Bree was touching the back of her neck, rubbing the tight muscles she'd nearly strained while arching her back on the floor. Katherine could suddenly see an image in her mind of Bree and Orson going at it like Bree had described. All this talk was starting to turn her on.
"He better have one hell of a plan." said Katherine, thinking of Adam after she said it.
"And he didn't even help me up, he just kissed my forehead and left!"
"Your forehead?" Katherine said, aghast. "Someone needs an ass-kicking. You have to get him back for this!"
"How do you suggest I do that?"
"Oh, you know. Turn the tables...make him feel how you feel now."
"I don't want to punish him; I'm not really that upset. Could he really help it when I was being so...forceful too?"
"This kind of punishment will be fun for both of you! Now let's brainstorm."
Bree rolled her eyes. "We should be working Mrs. Hannaford's latest gallery show."
"We'll get to that, but in the meantime we need to plan your revenge."
"Revenge?" Bree repeated, worry in her voice.
"Sexy revenge." Katherine said, arching an eyebrow for dramatic effect.