"Why exactly are we going to this premiere again?" Cassie asked, deliberately unimpressed. Her fingers ran almost idly up and down Rachel's exposed thigh, causing the tiniest of shivers in her wife.
"You don't even know the director of a film you have no role in."
Rachel rolled her eyes affectionately.
"I know the director's father, and I'd quite like to keep him in my good books."
The flashing lights of the city as they cruised slowly north towards Hollywood were dappled across Rachel's face. They caught her red lipstick, glistening enticingly on Rachel's lips.
"And you do that by parading your ass around his son's red carpet in a tiny dress?" Cassie asked, raising an eyebrow as her fingers slid slowly to the inside of Rachel's thigh. She wasn't jealous, not seriously, but if she was going to sit through two hours of indie nonsense she needed the entertainment of winding her wife up.
"I've worn much smaller," Rachel reminded her with flirtatious quirk of her head. Cassie's eyebrow shot up further. Point to Rachel.
Cassie leaned forward, and whispered in her ear, "Is that a challenge, Schwim?"
Rachel squirmed in her seat.
"Don't even think about it," she said, entirely too breathlessly to be convincing. Cassie chuckled, kissing the side of her neck as her fingers danced in circles around Rachel's inner knee.
"You know," Cassie said, running her tongue slowly up the side of Rachel's neck, "How much I love those dresses."
"It sounds like you're going to have a very enjoyable evening after all," Rachel said primly, pushing Cassie's hand away from her leg without much willpower behind it.
"Mm, something like that," Cassie said into her ear, now sliding her hand up the top of Rachel's thigh and under her silky dress.
"Control yourself," Rachel said, turning towards Cassie with a faintly reprimanding look.
"Oh, I think I'm perfectly in control," Cassie said in a low voice, and took the opportunity to capture Rachel's lips in a kiss. Rachel gave a surprised squeak then arched into her.
"You are insatiable," she said breathlessly when they broke apart and Cassie began kissing down her jawline.
"Now that's just hypocritical, Schwim," Cassie said, pulling back to give her a teasingly stern look.
Rachel pursed her lips, casting a glance at the driver down at the other end of the limo.
"I'm not the one trying to ruin my wife's $3000 dress in the back of a limo," Rachel reminded her. Cassie gave her a smug look as she slid off the seat and onto her knees.
"I promise I won't ruin a thing," she told her. Rachel shivered at Cassie's warm breath on her knees.
"Driver," Rachel said, in her stage voice. "Raise the partition please."
"Good girl," Cassie murmured, pressing kisses to the inside of Rachel's knees. Rachel held back a squeak as the partition finished sliding shut.
Cassie's hands moved up the outside of Rachel's thighs, pushing the silky black dress as she went. Rachel sank slightly into her seat, opening her legs just a little as she went.
"We don't have much… time," she gasped, as Cassie's kisses moved further up her thighs.
"Oh, I don't think this will take long," Cassie told her in a low voice. Rachel's hands gripped the seat and she let out the tiniest of squeals as Cassie pressed a wet, open mouthed kiss to her centre. Her tongue ran up over the fabric, and Rachel's hips bucked just slightly against her.
Cassie hummed, satisfied, against her.
"You cannot tease me like this right now," Rachel whined, her hands straining against the seat.
"Oh, would you like me to stop?" Cassie said, raising her gaze to Rachel's. Rachel groaned at the loss of contact, her head tipping back against the headrest. Her perfectly oiled waves were going to be scandalously mussed up by the time they arrived, to Cassie's immense satisfaction.
"Tell me what you want, Rachel," Cassie ordered.
Rachel looked down at her, eyes huge and dark with desire. The thin straps of her dress were slipping down her shoulders, and her heaving chest was glistening with sweat. It set Cassie's entire body on fire.
"Fuck me, please Cassie," Rachel begged in a whisper.
Cassie gave another satisfied hum.
"Well done," she said with a sly smile. Her nimble fingers slid Rachel's honestly barely-there black thong down her legs and – god , how did someone so short have such long legs? She resisted the urge to kiss her way back up, and instead settled between Rachel's thighs. Her wife lifted a leg delicately to rest on her shoulder, and sighed in relief as Cassie's mouth pressed against her centre.
"Mmm," Rachel hummed, as Cassie licked slowly in between her lips. She was deliciously wet, to Cassie's satisfaction, the exact kind of sweetness that told Cassie how desperately she wanted this, despite her futile protestations. It was Cassie's favourite kind of game, and she won every time.
Rachel's hands slid down to wind through Cassie's hair as her tongue deepened, slipping slightly inside of Rachel. Her hands gripped against Rachel's thighs instinctively to pull her closer, holding her wife firmly against her mouth as Cassie's tongue set her alight.
"Fuck, Cassie," Rachel gasped, tugging a little painfully as Cassie's tongue swirled against her clit. Cassie grazed it with her teeth and Rachel bit back a strangled cry.
"Good girl," Cassie murmured into her, pressing light kisses with her teeth just were. "Can't make a sound."
That erotic praise only served to drive Rachel wilder, but that was the fun in it.
"Can't let – anyone – know," Cassie said, punctuating her words with sharp licks, "That your wife – likes to fuck you – in the fast lane of the 101."
"Oh," a deep groan escaped Rachel's lips before she could clamp them shut, whether at her words or Cassie's lips sucking gently at her clit it was hard to say.
"Baby… fuck… baby that's so good," Rachel cried quietly, arching into Cassie's mouth. Her whole body was taught with tension, begging for release that Cassie knew the slightly more prude, self-conscious side of her was refusing. This was the sweet spot with their games – finding something Cassie knew shocked her wife as much as drove her wild with desire.
"That's it, tell me how it feels. Tell me how good this is," Cassie said, licking long strokes through Rachel's centre, causing her body to shake every time her tongue reached Rachel's over-sensitive clit.
"Cassie… god… fuck."
"Let yourself feel it, baby."
Cassie slid a strong finger into Rachel, curling up to hit that sweet spot. Rachel's body almost broke with tension as her hips bucked up into Cassie, a hand slamming against her mouth to muffle the scream coming out of it.
Cassie sucked once, twice, three times at Rachel's clit, and then felt her thighs clench against Cassie's head as her orgasm slammed into her. Cassie held her in place, tongue gently riding her through it, until Rachel was collapsed back against the seat, batting at Cassie's mouth with her hand.
Cassie sat back on her ankles, giving Rachel a smug smile. She sucked on her middle finger, holding Rachel's gaze the entire time. Her wife was limp against the seat, her face flushed and her chest heaving.
"Told you it wouldn't take long," Cassie said, and Rachel gave her a look that was somewhere between I'm-going-to-kill-you and take-me-home-this-instant.
Cassie reached for Rachel's discarded underwear, and slid them delicately back onto her wife. Rachel attempted to smooth down her hair, and Cassie chuckled.
"Well, I didn't ruin your dress," Cassie said, running a hand through her own loose waves and brushing the remaining wetness from the sides of her lips.
Rachel shot her a death glare, somewhat ruined by the satisfied smile she was now wearing.
"I take it you're glad you came after all," she said, primly, as Cassie settled back into the seat beside her, just as they pulled up to the crowds.
"Mmm, I could say the same for you."
