Tell Me to Stop and I Shall
INT. SHADYSIDE HALLWAY – DAY
"Those Sunnyvale assholes trashed the mall again; I swear to god I'm getting out of here as soon as I can.". Kate shoots a look at Simon.
"Not if the witch gets you first!" Simon teases. Kate laughs at his immaturity but her expression changes quickly.
"Simon, remember that thing we have to do?" Whatever Kate was referring to Simon seems to understand.
"Right okay, so we have you know studying and stuff to do so…catch you love birds later?" Simon explains unconvincingly. Deena rolls her eyes at his epic failure of subtlety.
"Any ideas as to what they're actually up to?" Sam questions, turning to Deena.
"I don't think I want to know".
Sam laughs. Deena feels like she's falling deeper and deeper and there's no way out. This damn girl she thinks to herself. She can't help but smile at Sam.
"Come with me".
Sam gives a confused look but decides to see what Deena is up to. She heads towards a supply closet. They both look around, to their luck they're okay. They both hurry inside and shut the door behind them.
INT. SUPPLY CLOSET – DAY
Deena leans in slowly, connecting their lips. Sam seems hesitant but the way Deena kisses her drowns out all her anxieties. The kiss is slow and gentle as it always is at first, although they're both hungry for more.
Sam pushes Deena into one of the closet walls, hard enough to show Deena what she wants but not hard enough to hurt her. Deena understands. She deepens the kiss, slipping her tongue into Sam's mouth. Sam does the same. It's sloppy and desperate now.
Sam tugs on Deena's red and black flannel wanting it off. Now. Without breaking the kiss Deena shrugs it off and pulls Sam closer to her by the waistband of her black jeans.
The taller girl starts to trail kisses down Deena's neck, lighting nipping on that spot she knows drives her crazy. Expectedly, Deena lets out a soft, almost inaudible moan. As soon as Sam hears the sweet sound, she has one thing on her mind; she wants to hear it again. Louder. In fact, she never wants to stop hearing Deena in every single way. She never wants to stop thinking about Deena. She is everything to her.
Desperately, Sam unbuttons Deena's jeans and looks down at Deena, asking for permission.
"Please."
That's all she needed to hear. She plays with the waistband of Deena's underwear almost in fascination. They stare into one another's eyes. Sam keeps eye contact, and she slips her hand into Deena's jeans, her fingers hovering on her underwear. She knows what she's doing.
Before Deena can say anything in frustration, the bell for their first-class interrupts their moment.
"Are you fucking kidding me right now?"
"Shit, we need to go". Sam hurries to her bag on the floor.
They both hurry out of the closet, Sam especially as she is never late to class. Deena is a bad influence, and she secretly loves it.
"Do you want to… come over later?" Deena asks almost nervously.
"Sure."
An unexpected voice from behind them makes them both jump slightly.
"Doing it in the supply closet? I like your style guys." Heather says teasingly.
Sam is instantly flustered, and Deena just brushes the comment off, rolling her eyes to the other girl.
INT. DEENA'S BEDROOM – DAY
'Gigantic' By Pixies plays as Deena and Sam lay together on her bed, as they always do. It feels so natural to them both. They could lay there for a lifetime, but even a lifetime would never be enough. Sam seems a little withdrawn, lost in her thoughts. Deena notices. She figures it's better to wait for Sam to talk rather than pressing her about whatever is on her mind. They lay in silence for a while until Sam decides to break the silence.
"My parents are talking about getting a divorce."
"Sam... I-"
Before Deena can say anything, else Sam crashes their lips together. Deena kisses her back but pulls away after a beat.
"Sam, I don't think that's a good idea. Talk to me."
Sam's expression changes.
"I'm scared."
Deena gently cups Sam's face with her hands, forcing her to look into her eyes. Blue meets brown.
"I get it. When my mom left, I was terrified too. But Sam, you must know that it will be okay. Even if it's not I will be by your side. Always."
The words scarred Sam. She replayed what Deena said over in her head. Always. She wanted always.
A single tear runs down Deena's cheek, she hates seeing Sam in pain. Her Sam. She made a promise to herself that she would always do whatever she can to make sure Sam doesn't feel that kind of pain again.
"I love you," Sam confesses as she presses their foreheads together.
"I love you too."
It wasn't the first time they had said such words to one another but at this moment, it was as if they had.
They kiss. It's full of passion, feelings. However, like before, it deepens quickly.
They're lost in one another. Their tongues dance together. Sam is now straddling Deena who is sat up. Their hands are everywhere. Deena is the first to take off Sam's shirt. She starts to kiss down her neck and her collarbone, biting and licking places she knows won't be too visible. Sam's breath hitches to Deena's movements. Deena is harder, rougher, causing the girl to gasp.
Sam tugs on Deena's t-shirt, she needs it off. Right now. Deena understands and lifts it off, throwing it to the floor without a care in the world.
The pair stared at each other. In lust. In love. It's a sweet moment filled with so many different emotions – some less innocent than others.
"Josh is downstairs."
"I don't care about my stupid brother; he's probably playing video games or talking to some weirdos online."
With that reassurance, Sam kisses Deena below her. It's intense. They softly moan into the kiss. Deena lightly squeezes Sam's boob over the fabric of her bra as they kiss. Sam moans at the sudden pressure. Deena is addicted to the way Sam reacts to her actions. She does it again, harder, making Sam moan louder this time. Deena still needs more. She reaches for the clasp of Sam's bra, before she undoes the garment, she looks for Sam's approval. She nods, encouragingly, needily. With some struggle, Deena slips it off. They both laugh at Deena's attempt.
The image of Sam at that moment was what Deena can only describe as godly. She was truly obsessed with the girl still straddling her.
She was quick with her movements, she cupped one breast in her hand, harshly and the other she lay kisses on, lightly. Sam moans again, Deena's mouth feels so good on her body. She thinks about what it would feel like in other places. A wave of nervousness hits her at the thought.
"Is this, okay?" Deena looks up from her chest. Brown meets blue.
"Yeah, I just... We've never done this before."
"We can stop... if you want to." Sam's response is instant, she would be embarrassed if it wasn't Deena who she was replying to.
"God, no."
"I'll take it slow, okay?"
Sam nods. Their lips connect in a sweet and passionate kiss. Sam's hand finds Deena's own bra clasp. She breaks the kiss. Deena nods in approval. Sam quickly takes it off and tosses it to the floor. Desire and need fill Sam's thoughts. Deena really is perfect. Hungrily, she puts one of Deena's breasts in her mouth. Her tongue flips over her nipple and bits lightly, not knowing how Deena would react.
"Is that okay?"
"Do it again."
She does as she's told. Deena's head pulls back as she moans at the action.
"Take your jeans off."
Deena is taken back by Sam's sudden command. But she breaks slightly away from Sam and pulls them off as quickly as she can. Once they're off she throws them to the growing pile on the floor.
Sam is mesmerised by Deena. It's not the first time she had seen Deena like this, but she melts at the sight every time. Sam stares at the black underwear Deena wears. Deena cups Sam's chin with her hand forcing her to gaze into her eyes.
"My eyes are up here."
Sam is blushing now. She feels like her face is on fire which only makes her more embarrassed.
Sam decides to take her own jeans off, throwing them onto the pile too. She's aware of the pool forming between her legs and the fact that her underwear may now be ruined but she is past caring, she needs Deena. Deena needs her too. She straddles Deena again and leans down to kiss her. Their tongues collide, they both moan into each other's mouths.
Sam feels like she might combust when Deena pulls on the waistband of her underwear. They break the kiss. Deena's darkened pupils meet Sam's.
"Do it."
As gracefully as possible Deena flips them over to the other side of her bed, so she is now on top of Sam. Her hair falls onto Sam's face and they both laugh. Deena admires how beautiful Sam looks beneath her. That smile. Her bare chest. Sam pulls off one of the hairbands from her wrist and hands it to Deena. Deena takes as much hair as she can and ties it in a loose, messy bun.
Keeping eye contact, Deena makes her way down Sam's body. Kissing every area. Worshipping her.
She finally finds the waistband of Sam's underwear. She pauses. Sam gives her the reassurance she was searching for with a nod.
Deena takes a deep, nervous breath, grips the band of her underwear with both hands and lifts it down Sam's legs, throwing it onto the floor.
Fuck. This is the only word that comes to mind when Deena sees Sam's now completely naked body lying under her. This is her girlfriend. Her Sam. That fact shocks her every time she reminds herself of it.
Sam starts to become impatient. She props herself up onto her elbows so she can see Deena more clearly. She took a mental picture of how Deena looked at that moment. Never wanting to let it go.
"Deena." Her voice is assertive and needy. She needs more.
Deena stares at the pool of wetness between Sam's thighs for a split second before licking between her folds gently. Sam gasps. Deena wants more than that. She wants to hear Sam come completely undone below her. She licks over Sam's clit with more force this time. Sam bucks her hips at the action and tilts her head back in pleasure.
"You like that?" Deena has that fucking smirk on her face. Sam fights the urge to literally kick her in the face.
"Do it harder and lower."
"Your wish is my command, ma'am." The smirk is still plastered on her face.
She does as she's told. Going just below Sam's clit. She's harder this time.
Sam grips the bed sheets and moans louder than ever before. Deena does it again but faster this time.
"Fuck, Deena."
Sam is already close. Deena is faster and harder with her tongue movements; she makes imaginary circles with her tongue. Sam starts grinding against Deena's mouth, desperate for release. They're not in sync but neither of the care, it's working. Sam is about to climax and Deena senses it from the way she is moaning and her rushed movements. With that, Deena slides two of her fingers into Sam's folds. The sudden friction sends Sam into what feels like heaven. Her head is spinning. She moans Deena's name several times until her movement slow down and she comes back to her senses. Deena is in a trance. She might come undone anytime.
"Jesus, Deena. That was better than I ever imagined."
"Good to know that I exceeded my expectations."
"Let me exceed yours?" Sam asks needily.
Deena is now the one who has a wave of nerves. What if she doesn't reach climax because she's too nervous?
"Deena?"
"Okay."
Sam can tell that her response is unsure. She flips them over again so she's on top now. She ties her hair with one of her hair ties as Deena did.
"Tell me to stop and I shall."
Deena looks more relaxed. Sam puts one of her legs in between Deena's and kisses her softly. Deena kisses her back as if to tell her that she is okay. As the kiss intensifies, Sam pushes her leg into between Deena's thighs. Deena can't help the gasp that comes out her mouth.
"Touch me."
Sam obeys. Her right hand trails down her girlfriend's body until she meets her underwear. She stokes over the fabric which she can feel is wet from the outside.
Sam slips her hand into the fabric. Her drop almost drops from how wet she is.
Her hand finds Deena's clit. She rubs it gently, causing a moan from Deena. Sam knows this isn't enough. She tries to take the garment off quickly, but it doesn't work. She slows her actions down and manages to take them off, throwing them to her own.
She slides a single finger into Deena's wet folds. Deena is now the one to throw her head back in pleasure. Sam pushes the single digit in and out slowly. After a beat, she slides a second finger in. Deena's nerves disappear, she's closer than ever now. Sam's movements quicken. She slides her fingers faster and harder, curling them every so often.
"Yes, Sam. There."
Sam does it again. Deena's moans and Sam's heavy breathing fill the room. Neither had noticed that the mixtape had stopped playing moments ago.
Deena starts to moan Sam's name, in a cry. Sam slows down her movements once Deena had finished. They're both sweaty messes. Deena squirms at the loss of Sam's fingers inside her. Sam moves next to Deena to lay together on the bed, as they were before.
"That was... You're amazing."
"You're not too bad yourself."
Sam lightly punches Deena's shoulder.
They both smile. Brown meets blue again. They connect their lips gently.
"Let's just stay like this forever."