Mary and Rhoda get sloshed. Slow build. Lots of kissing and smut. One-shot. F/F. Contains STRONG language and alcohol use.
If you're not a fan of the c-word, this ain't the one.
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Con-crit welcome. Basically a practice go at smut before I have to write it for another fic. Last warning for language, drinking, & explicit sex.
Lounging in the dry summer heat, Mary soaks in the sun rays. It's the first day of her stay-cation vacation and she's determined to make the most of it.
She started the day by sleeping in as late as possible, making herself breakfast, and donning her favorite bikini. A white stringy number that leaves minimal lines and makes even the slightest tan pop.
A few hours, and two bloody marys later, she's lying on her back on a beach chair, relaxing on her balcony, when she hears the window behind her open.
"Hiya, kid."
"Hi! Come join the party!"
"One of your parties? Maybe I oughta come back another time…"
"Rhoda!" Mary giggles, reaching out to grab her by the arm, pulling her into the chair beside her. "Don't go! Drink with me. I'm on vacation."
"Well, if you insist." Rhoda wasn't planning on leaving anyway. And, truth be told, she's pretty sure Mary knows that. Pouring herself a drink, Rhoda takes a long sip, feeling herself start to relax. "This is exactly what I needed after today."
"Bad day?"
"Bad? No. A bad day consists of things like stubbing your toe, missing your train, losing money on a bet. Those kinds of things. Me? I'm unlucky enough to have had the worst day."
"What happened?"
"First, I blew a tire on the way to work. Which, of course, made me an hour late. So, I got in trouble with my boss. Then, I'm halfway through this fantastic, absolutely spectacular display for a new jewelry line at the store, real elegant-like. Think Tiffany's, on a Hempel's budget."
"Oh, very nice."
"Thank you. I thought so, too. But, lo and behold, they made me scrap the whole thing because they decided to run a sale, instead."
"That does sound like the worst. The worst-est."
"I don't have to ask you how your day was. Clearly, it's been fabulous. Have you been drinking all day? Your tan looks amazing, by the way."
Mary's face breaks into a wide smile, "Thank you," a hiccup slips out, "And maybe, maybe not. And, you're not wrong."
Gabbing about nothing in particular, they finish off the pitcher. "Rhoda, if you love me, and I mean really, really, love me, you'll get the next round."
"As my ma would say, 'No one in the world will ever love you as much as I do.'"
"I thought- I'm pretty sure you said that was a curse."
"It is. Now, we're cursed together. Let's celebrate. Shots?"
"Shots!"
A little wobbly on her feet, Rhoda makes her way to Mary's kitchen. At first glance, all she has in the liquor cabinet is wine and fruity vodka. With a little searching and some serious stretching, she rummages up a half-empty bottle of tequila, two glasses, and a couple of lemons. Assembling it all on a tray, she cuts them into slices and grabs the salt shaker from the kitchen table. By the time she makes it back outside, Mary has flipped onto her belly and is fiddling with a bottle of suntan lotion.
"Help me with this stuffs? Stuffs! Haha! Look, I can't reach." She reaches her hand over the top of her head in a comedic show, not at all trying to reach her back.
The glasses clink on the tray as Rhoda puts them down in front of Mary. "Fi-ine. That makes you: bartender." Faking exasperation, Rhoda complies, moving to straddle the back of Mary's thighs, a leg on either side of her. "The stuffs, please?"
Mary passes her the bottle of lotion and pours them each a sizable glass. Warming the lotion in her hands, Rhoda laughs, "Those are supposed to be shots, remember?"
"They are shots. See?" Mary raises one of the glasses, licks at the skin between her thumb and forefinger. "Three shots in your glass and three shots in mine." As she salts the newly wet spot on her own hand, Mary feels Rhoda gather the hair that's splayed across her back and push it to the side. Biting her lip to suppress the groan threatening to escape, Mary nearly draws blood as Rhoda gently palms the lotion over her shoulders.
Frankly, it's been a while since Mary has had a massage, or been touched by anyone other than herself. Not to mention, she's perhaps a smidge tipsy. Which must be why this feels so fantastic, she assures herself, licking the salt from her hand and taking a swig. She bites into the lemon at the exact moment that Rhoda breezes her fingertips under the string across her back, and blames the shiver that runs through her on the sour taste.
Rhoda stands straight up, taking her weight off Mary. "You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I? I mean, I know I'm no ballerina, like you, but I didn't think I would-'
"No, no, stop that. You didn't hurt me."
"You sure? You're not going to break or anything, right?"
"Pfft. I promise." Mary looks back at her, crossing two fingers in the air for effect.
"O-kay."
This time, as Rhoda lowers herself back down, Mary is acutely aware of their positions. Each shift of Rhoda's hips, each caress of Rhoda's hands down her back, suddenly a thousand times more palpable, sending sparks across her skin. She takes it as a sign to set up the next shot, repeating the process of licking and salting her skin. Rhoda stands again, and Mary finds herself missing the warmth of her body.
"Wait! Wait for me." Rather than let her finish, Rhoda moves to take her own glass in one hand, and Mary's wrist in the other. Spellbound, Mary can't help but stare up at her. As if in slow motion, she watches Rhoda lifting their hands to her mouth, her tongue poking out between pink lips. Rhoda drags her tongue across the salty skin and Mary thinks she might melt. It's easily the most sensual thing she's ever seen.
Rhoda throws back her shot and bites the lemon in Mary's hand. "Mm, that's good tequila. Can I steal your bathroom, hon? I gotta get this stuff off my hands."
"Uh, yeah, go ahead." Dumbfounded, it takes Mary a moment to recover. In an effort to clear the haziness in her brain, she sits up, throwing her legs over the side of the chair. It works, the breeze helping to cool her down. She needs a distraction, something to keep her from thinking about how ridiculously incredible Rhoda's hands, Rhoda's mouth, felt.
Mary picks up the suntan lotion from where Rhoda dropped it on the chair and squeezes a dollop into her hand. Applying it to the backs of her legs, it occurs to her that this was a bad choice. She's unable to stop her mind from wandering, wondering at why it feels so much better when Rhoda does it.
"Ready for number two? Oh, Mary." Rhoda steps onto the balcony, giggling as she takes her seat.
"What? What is it?"
"You have lotion hands."
"Oh, whoops."
"You're a real nut, you know that?" Rhoda slides the drink tray closer to her own chair, and as she licks her own hand, Mary hiccups.
"Something like that." Mary closes the bottle of lotion and places it out of the way. Taking a deep breath, she resumes her tanning position, lying face down. Not a minute later, Rhoda appears in front of her, lemon in one hand and Mary's drink in the other.
"You're up, kid," she says. And, she has the audacity to be nonchalant about it.
There's no escape. Her eyes locked on Rhoda's, Mary's not sure she'd want one, anyway. Instead, she just thinks, screw it, and with all the courage she can muster, she pulls Rhoda's hand to her lips. She can taste the salt, of course, but it's the distinct flavor of Rhoda's skin that lingers on her tongue. She takes her shot and bites the lemon all without breaking eye contact, surprising herself when she breathes out, "Your eyes are terrific."
"My eyes are terrific? Gee, that's a new one." Rhoda's the first to look away, talking fast, like she's nervous or, maybe, excited. "Good genes I guess, neither of my parents wear glasses and-"
"Like jade, or peridot."
Something flashes across Rhoda's expression, and as she readies the last shots, she mumbles, "Only you would say that. Peridot. Does anyone even like peridot?"
"I do."
Rhoda ignores it. Picking up Mary's cup, she waves it around as she raises her voice, barrelling on,"I mean, sapphire, ruby, diamond, emerald, sure. Everybody knows and loves 'em. They're classics. But, peridot?"
"Rhoda." Mary stops her, wrapping her hands around Rhoda's on the glass and lemon slice. "You have gorgeous eyes." Confidence surging, Mary runs her tongue across Rhoda's skin. "You are gorgeous." For good measure, after she drinks and bites the lemon, she plants a chaste kiss on Rhoda's wrist. "Can't you just take the compliment?"
Rhoda's mouth drops open in a quiet, "oh," drawing Mary's gaze to the movement of her lips. It's a simple gesture she's made before. The universal sign for 'I'd like to kiss you.' There's no way Rhoda missed it.
There's a beat of silence so pure that Mary's sure Rhoda can hear the absurdly loud thumping of her heart in her chest. Then, it happens. Rhoda's eyes fall to Mary's lips.
Before she can second guess herself, Mary leans in, brushing her mouth against Rhoda's faintly once, again. It's brief, and profoundly exhilarating. And, for whatever reason, it reminds her of the feeling she got as a kid, riding her bike down endlessly winding roads. Free and open and alive.
But Rhoda isn't responding. She isn't moving at all. Pulling back, she realizes what she's done. She's crossed a line. Eyes wide, Mary stutters, "I-I don't- I'm s-so sor-"
She's cut off, mid-apology, by the delicate press of Rhoda's lips on hers. Melting into the softness of her kiss, little by little, the trepidation gives way to desire. Mary's hands move of their own accord, snaking around Rhoda's neck, tangling in her hair, cradling her cheek.
Dizzy from the intensity of it all, Mary's mouth parts in a ragged exhale. She breathes in without breaking contact, unwilling to part from the heady buzz of the kiss, sucking Rhoda's bottom lip between her own. The whimper it elicits encourages Mary, makes her feel bold. She swipes the tip of her tongue across the line where Rhoda's lips meet, committed to drawing the sound from her once more.
Out of nowhere, Rhoda falls backward, breaking the kiss and startling them both. In the commotion, she hits the tray, sending their glasses clattering to the balcony, lemon slices flying through the air.
Stunned by the unexpected turn of events, they look at the mess around them. Mary's the first to speak, her grin giving way to a chuckle, "When life gives you lemons…"
"Use them to redecorate your best friend's balcony," Rhoda giggles, "or, or, better yet, use them to redecorate your best friend." She reaches out, taking a slice of lemon from where it's landed on Mary's shoulder, and tosses it onto the tray.
They devolve into full belly laughs, forcing Mary to sit up on the chair or risk taking a tumble of her own. After a few minutes, she wipes at her eyes, teary from giddiness, "Are you okay?"
"I might have a bruise come tonight, but I think I'll probably live to see another day." In the light of dusk, Rhoda's smile is dangerously radiant.
It takes no small amount of self-restraint to keep Mary from giving into the allure. "Good, uh, good."
Rhoda's voice lowers, concern evident in her tone, "How about you?"
It breaks Mary's willpower, and her thoughts come tumbling out, unfiltered. "I kissed you."
"Boy, did you ever," Rhoda fans at her face with her hand, leaning against the railing. "Whew."
"You kissed me, too."
"Well, there's no reason to be competitive."
"Rhoda!" Mary gets up, pacing between the chairs, a hand on her hip.
"What?"
"Rhoda, will you, please? This is serious."
"Is it? Does it have to be?" She pushes off the rail, stopping Mary with a hand on each shoulder. "Tell me something, kid. Did you hate it?"
"No."
"Okay." Rhoda's hands trail down Mary's arms, their fingers intertwining. "Then, did it feel good?"
Flushing, Mary looks down, inhaling sharply. "Yes, obviously, but-"
"Yes. Okay. So," she squeezes Mary's hands, waiting for her to look up, "Can't that be enough?"
There's no one in the world that Mary trusts more than Rhoda. And if it's enough for her, then, who is Mary to argue? Under the weight of Rhoda's stare, she succumbs. "Kiss me."
And she does, hungrily slanting her mouth across Mary's. In near perfect synchronicity, Rhoda feels Mary's fingers spread into her hair, and her hands fly to Mary's waist, splaying out across her lower back. Mary's hips arc forward in response, pressing into her, pulling a wanton moan from within her.
It spurs Mary on, prompts her to lick into Rhoda's mouth, tracing the inside of luscious lips with her tongue. Rhoda tightens her hold, digging her fingers into Mary's hips, ghosting a hand up her side, across her back.
Grinding her hips into Rhoda's, Mary eventually has to break away for air and the whine she gets as a result goes straight to her core. She takes it as permission to press kisses along Rhoda's jaw, drawing a line down her neck.
Throwing her head back to give Mary more access, Rhoda's hands drift down her back to cup her ass through her suit. She moans when Mary latches onto the sensitive skin above her clavicle and sucks it into her mouth. It's hot and salacious and just the right amount of rough.
Panting, Rhoda rasps, "Mary… oh, God… Mary, we need to- we need to go inside. Now."
Mary reluctantly leans away, stealing a fast, searing kiss and tugs Rhoda by the hand through the window. The moment it shuts behind them in the apartment, Mary is back in her space, pushing her into the closest chair, climbing onto her lap. Her hands go to the bottom of Rhoda's top and she pulls it up and away, resuming her assault on Rhoda's neck. Mary rolls her hips forward, their nipples brushing through the thin materials and growls a quiet, "Oh, fuck."
Rhoda's never heard her say anything worse than an extremely rare 'damn' or 'hell.' But in an instant, she's dying to get her to say it again. She lightly rakes her nails up Mary's back, stopping when she catches on the string of her bikini. Toying with the tie, she rocks her hips in time with Mary's, and waits to be stopped. She isn't, and a second later, the white scrap is falling to the floor.
Her heart beating wildly, Mary's breathing hitches as Rhoda's hands slide to the sides of her breasts. She captures Rhoda's lips with her own at the same time that Rhoda palms over her areolas, skimming hardened nipples, making her shudder. Automatically, Mary leans into her touch, eager for more of Rhoda's skin on hers. Rhoda thumbs circles around her nipples, grazing her gently, and Mary realizes she's being teased. A breathless, "please," spills out around Rhoda's lips and she's rewarded by two hands skillfully kneading her breasts. "Fuck, Rhoda."
"Yeah, kid, that's the idea." Rhoda smirks, pulling away to nip and lick her way to Mary's neckline. At the center of her chest, she places a kiss, calming herself. Hovering over her nipple, Rhoda looks up at Mary, meeting lust darkened eyes as she wraps her mouth around the pebbled skin.
The visual of Rhoda's shiny, swollen lips sucking on her, combined with the way she flicks her tongue, sets Mary alight. Writhing above her, Mary feels teeth scrape against her skin and hisses. She pulls Rhoda up for a kiss and there's an audible 'pop' of her mouth slipping from her chest. Swirling her tongue around Rhoda's, her hands glide down Rhoda's breasts, her sides, her stomach, her back. Fumbling just a little, Mary unclasps her bra and it joins the growing pile of clothing on the floor. At Rhoda's waistband, she delays her movements, her fingertips barely dipping beneath the fabric in unspoken question.
Entranced, Rhoda nods, watching Mary sink to her knees in front of the chair. Her hips tilt forward, allowing Mary to strip her of the rest of her clothes. She trembles, newly exposed to the person who means more to her than anyone.
Mary's fingers drift lazily along the back of her calves, leaving trails of fire in their wake. "You are," she drags them up along the length of Rhoda's legs, "ridiculously," dropping a kiss above each knee and just on the inside of her thighs, "sexy."
"Mary," Rhoda intertwines their fingers, tugging at her gently, pulling her back to her lap. Greedy for more of her mouth, she melds their lips and chests together, extracting a moan from both of them. She feels Mary's hands go to her breasts and on instinct, her hands go to Mary's back, grabbing at her shoulders, craving more.
Her hips grind against Rhoda's, finding a rhythm, and Mary murmurs, "Untie me," between kisses. Rhoda's hands soar to her hips, sending the last boundary between them plunging to the floor. Instantaneously, Mary can feel Rhoda's arousal, hot and dripping against her own. Knowing that she's done this, that she's the reason Rhoda is soaked and needy beneath her leaves her almost incoherent, groaning into Rhoda's mouth, "Jesus fuck, you're so wet."
Rhoda is vocal, responsive to every kiss, every touch. Blushing as she whimpers, "Mmmm, Mary, hon, please."
Hearing Rhoda beg, skin flushed and radiating warmth, glowing with the sheen of sweat, is the most erotic scene Mary's experienced. It sends a fresh flood of molten liquid through her, motivating her to tweak Rhoda's nipples one last time. She lets her hands wander further south, thinking of how she likes to be touched, how she touches herself. Experimentally outlining the lips of her cunt with a single finger, Mary feels Rhoda's head fall to her shoulder, muffling loud moans with open-mouth kisses on her skin.
Mary studies Rhoda's reactions with awe. Cataloging the way she says her name when she slips two fingers between her folds. The way her whole body goes taut when she brushes her clit. She turns her head to nip Rhoda's ear, languidly stroking, coating her fingers with wetness. Circling her opening, she checks in, one last time, "Rhoda?"
Rhoda manages to nod, lost to the exquisite high of Mary's touch, wrecked. A cacophony of, "yes, oh, please, more, right there, Mary, ah," pours from her lips as she rides Mary's hand, her cries mixing with the already unmistakable sounds of sex in the air. Her hips start jerking rapidly, breathing growing more erratic with each curl of Mary's fingers inside her. She feels Mary hit her clit and g-spot at the same time and she's falling to pieces, shouting Mary's name into her skin. Pulsing around her hand, clutching at her hips and back, squirting on Mary and going boneless.
Mesmerized, Mary uses her free hand to direct Rhoda's mouth to hers. She waits for her to stop shaking and slowly withdraws her hand, swallowing Rhoda's whimper at the loss in a deep kiss.
Pulling back slightly to let her forehead lean against Mary's, Rhoda whispers, "So good. I've never… I mean, not like that… Kid, that was-" she's cut off by the sight of Mary lifting her hand to the small space between their lips.
Mary takes her fingers into her mouth, moaning at Rhoda's taste and the way green eyes go dark watching her. The next thing she knows, Rhoda is kissing her like her life depends on it. Sucking her tongue, licking at her lips, all the while maneuvering them to stand, before pushing Mary into the chair.
"Come here." Rhoda hauls Mary to the edge of the seat, situating herself on her knees in front of her. She runs her fingers over the insides of Mary's thighs, rapt by the sight of her glistening lips. Placing a kiss on a birthmark torturously close to her cunt, Rhoda looks up to see Mary bite her lip and nod.
It's all the confirmation Rhoda needs to lean in, her breath hot and delicious on Mary's slit. Her legs open wider in anticipation and, as if in some kind of insanely hot wet dream, Rhoda flattens her tongue and licks the length of her.
Mary groans a low, "yesss," her hand going to the back of Rhoda's head to tangle in her hair. She's had plenty of men, but none have offered to do this. None have felt as soft to hold or as fun to be with. Something about Rhoda makes everything feel so much more intense, and real.
Rhoda rolls her tongue through Mary's folds, flicks it over her clit, delves it into her entrance, exploring what movements draw which responses. She wraps her lips around Mary's clit and sucks, and Mary's free hand reaches out for hers, back arching from the chair. Rhoda hears her let out a string of swears in time with a wave of wetness on her tongue and smiles against her.
"Fucking God, Rhoda, yes, so good, Christ, I'm so close." Gasping, teetering on the brink, Mary's hips move against Rhoda's mouth. She feels Rhoda drag her fingers through her cunt, and slide them inside her, twisting them just so, in time with her mouth. Rhoda moans around her clit and she's engulfed by the sensation. Tumbling over the edge, Mary goes still, pulling at Rhoda's hand in hers, shattering around her, shouting, "ohh, fuck," into the apartment.
Unable to look away from the sight of Mary utterly debauched, Rhoda slows her efforts. Stilling her fingers inside of her and lapping at her as she comes down from her orgasm, squeezing the hand she holds every so often. Marveling at the way it ripples through her, how she flutters around her hand and lips and tongue, vulnerable, full of abandon. After a few moments, she pulls away, producing a whine from Mary.
Rhoda stands, tugging Mary to her feet, body flush against hers. She lets her hand trail up her back, dragging her lips across her neck and jaw. Mary turns into her kiss, tender and unhurried, caressing Rhoda's lips with her own, tasting herself on Rhoda's tongue.
Breaking away, Mary sighs. "Rhoda… that was…" she trails off, planting another kiss on reddened, swollen lips and dropping her head to Rhoda's shoulder.
"Mmm. Me too, kid."
"Bed?"
Rhoda nods, expecting Mary to go to her closet to put on pajamas, maybe even send her away. Instead, she breaks away with a groan and pulls out the bed, climbing atop it as is.
"Get the blankets?"
Grabbing the pillows and comforter from the glass cabinet, she does as asked, throwing them on the bed and getting under the covers.
Mary's on her in a minute, tangling their legs, kissing her. Rhoda grins, teasing, "So. Mary Richards has a filthy mouth. Who'd have thunk it?"
"I have a filthy mouth?"
"I didn't hear you complaining."
"No, you didn't." Curling into her, Mary wraps an arm around her waist. "I'll never look at that chair the same way again."
"We should have done this sooner."
"Mmm." Nuzzling into her neck, on the verge of sleep, Mary murmurs, "But, imagine all the fun we can have playing catch-up now."