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"Are you sure you won't stay for one more drink?" Jo's tone was almost whining as Sam made her excuses to leave.
"I'm sure, you're exhausted and despite your promise to me yesterday it's clear you won't rest until I do leave so I'm going to head off and let you sleep." Sam gazed down at her friend, still seated on the sofa, eyes drooping tiredly. "Besides, I promised Lorna she could come over with her daughter this evening after I got back. I don't want it to be too late for Katie to settle, she's got school in the morning." The blonde was bashful as she admitted in roundabout terms that Lorna would be once again spending the night with her.
"That's great Sam," Lucy exclaimed, giving her lover's best friend a warm hug. "You two seem really good together." Jo quirked an eyebrow at the raven-haired young woman's statement, filing it away to be addressed later when her brain was less like soup.
"Don't let us keep you from your hot date then. Just be sure to give us some juicy details next time you come visit. I gotta get my entertainment somehow while I'm convalescing and I really don't think day time television is going to cut it." Jo quipped, disappointed to be seeing Sam go so soon but quashing that in favour of what was best for her friend. She beckoned the blonde in for a hug, whispering to her, "remember what I said; talk to her and I'm always here for you, any way I can help." The slightest shiver of anticipation raced through Sam's slender body at Jo's words.
Standing tall, the DI promised, "I will," leaving Lucy gobsmacked as she assumed Sam had meant she would share intimate details of her evening with them. The swarthy-skinned young woman escorted Sam to the door, thanking her for coming and assuring her that she was welcome any time she could visit. She returned to the lounge, finding Jo in exactly the same position as they had left her, only even more drowsy.
"Up you get, missy. Someone isn't fulfilling her end of the bargain already. You're not supposed to push yourself."
"Well, in my defence, I do always have this gorgeous young woman trying to get me into bed. I think it's just so she can ravish me!" Jo quipped in return, her sense of humour still firing on all cylinders despite her crushing fatigue.
"Hmm, I think I should have words with her and tell her she needs to let you sleep more," Lucy rejoined as she steered her lover towards the stairs, encouraging her up them and into the bedroom.
"No, don't do that, she might lose interest in me if I'm too damn tired to make love to her." This time, Jo was more serious, albeit in whiny fashion.
"I have it on good authority that that won't happen. In fact, I know that she would rather you slept when you needed to so that you had more energy to return the favour when you're awake." Lucy busied herself with turning down the covers while Jo wandered into the bathroom to change into her pyjamas. When Jo returned, the bedroom was empty, no sign of her lover anywhere. With a sigh, the brunette climbed into the waiting bed, pulling the duvet over her and releasing a blissful breath at the comfort it brought. She hadn't meant to overdo it but until that moment, she also hadn't realised just how tired she had let herself get. Her eyes fluttered closed and she was well on her way to the land of dreams before Lucy returned with a glass of water. The younger woman placed a tender kiss against her lover's brow, whispering, "sweet dreams babe," and stroking her face softly before leaving her to her slumbers.
"Aw come on, that was no way fair!" Katie exclaimed looking between the television and the two older women. "It's cheating if you help her Sam, I don't stand a chance against the pair of you." Despite her protestations, there was a broad grin on the young girl's face and a gleam in her eye which betrayed her mirth.
"Good to know you've already figured that one out," Lorna retorted with a wink at Sam, loving how naturally they all interacted, as though they had been doing so for years.
"Yeah yeah, I get it, no playing you off against each other. As if I ever thought I'd stand a chance of doing that. I mean, hello, police officer and forensic tech versus a school kid? They'd never find my body!" Both women burst into gales of laughter in the face of the teenager's dramatic declaration. "Now enough cheating, give me your best shot Mum and no helping this time Sam." The DI rose from her seat beside Lorna, holding her hands parallel with the sides of her head in mock surrender.
"Fine, I'll go get us some more drinks. Same again Katie?" The younger redhead nodded with a smile, her attention already refocused on the screen in front of her where she was about to challenge her mother to another energetic game of table tennis.
"OK but this is the last game or you'll never sleep young lady. I'm sure neither Sam nor myself or any of your teachers tomorrow want to put up with you grumping all day because you're tired." Lorna squinted at the screen, still trying to work out which half she was supposed to be watching.
"Yes Mum," Katie replied with a bored tone as she served, tossing the control about much as she would an actual table tennis paddle. By the time Sam returned with the tray of fresh drinks, Lorna was already four points down without having scored herself. She stood back and watched the playful banter being tossed back and forth between mother and daughter, laughing heartily as Lorna resorted to bumping Katie's arm in an effort to put her off. The young girl screeched and cried foul, turning to Sam expectantly as though she would referee.
"I distinctly remember being told I was not to interfere," she deferred, settling herself into an arm chair to better view the exchange with a smug grin. Lorna was transfixed as a dainty pink tongue traced the edge of pale, thin lips capturing a few stray drops of Sam's drink. Her attention was so firmly diverted that she never even realised Katie had resumed playing, the virtual ping pong ball sailing past her avatar without it making any attempt to make contact.
"Mum," the teenager whined, "you could at least try to return my serve."
"What? Oh errr… sorry honey, I got distracted. Is it your game again?" Lorna forced her eyes back towards the large widescreen television, pulse jumping erratically and her adrenaline spiking. Suddenly, she had an overwhelming urge to send Katie off to bed or at least to the room she would be staying in overnight so that herself and Sam could have some privacy.
"Well yeah since you've never even scored a point!" Katie goaded cockily.
"Gloating is never attractive Katie," Lorna chided softly, knowing that it was simply her daughter's exuberance getting the better of her but needing to issue the rebuke all the same.
"Sorry," Katie toned it down a notch before adding with her tongue firmly in her cheek, "but you really are quite lame at the hand eye co-ordination Mum. It's all about wrist action." Sam couldn't contain her snort of laughter at the final remark, her mind immediately making something suggestive from it.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" Sam fought to compose herself, clearing her throat and refusing to meet Lorna's amused gaze. Before long, Katie had put the game to bed, with Lorna only having managed to sneak a couple of points off her and that was only after continued jostling. The victorious young girl happily packed the controllers away and powered down the machine before finishing off the last dregs of her orange juice.
"Finish off any last bits of homework you brought with you, then bed ok? I want your light out by eleven." Lorna ordered, kissing her daughter's head as she passed en route to the kitchen to rinse her glass out.
"Ok. Thanks for inviting us over this evening Sam, I really enjoyed it." Katie leaned down and gave the blonde a brief hug, kissing her cheek as she retreated. Lorna watched the teenager go with a proud smile. Seeing the two women she adored most getting on so well made her heart swell with joy. For so long she had feared that she could never have this again, not since her husband, James, had died.
"Someone has a fan," the redhead murmured as she approached the other woman.
"Just the one?" Sam asked, head cocked to one side, teasing grin settling on her lips as she rose to meet her lover.
"No, definitely more than one." Their bodies moulded together, arms wrapping around each other's waists as they regarded one another fondly.
"You have a wonderful daughter, she's a real credit to you." Sam leant in closer, brushing her lips against the strong column of the other woman's neck as she spoke, resting her head onto her shoulder and revelling in the embrace.
"I like to give her a lot of credit for herself. There've been many times when she could have chosen to rebel, to test me, but she's always handled herself with a maturity beyond her years." Lorna admitted, resting her cheek against the crown of Sam's head and tightening her hold. "It's still early enough if you fancy watching the movie I brought?"
"Sounds good to me, so long as I can still cuddle with you. What did you bring?" Sam watched Lorna's skin flush a little at the question.
"Well, I brought a couple, in case you didn't fancy one of them or in case we had company when we were watching the film," Lorna admitted shyly. She felt she knew where she and Sam were heading but hoped she had not overstepped the mark with her choice of movie. "So you can choose between 'August Rush' and 'Imagine Me and You'."
Sam had heard Jo talking about the second film and knew the basic premise of the tale. Perhaps such a movie would give her and Lorna an opportunity to discuss the physical aspect to their attraction or at least let Sam relax enough to see where things went. "I've heard good things about 'Imagine Me and You', let's stick that one on shall we?" Sam took the disc from her companion, slipping it into the machine and retrieving the remote before settling down on the sofa in Lorna's arms.
"You comfy?" Sam nodded, snuggling a little closer and resting her head back in the crook of Lorna's neck as she hit 'play'.
"This just in: I've just this moment been handed a report which claims the former Shadow Education Secretary Phillip Hulme, ex-EastEnders actor Johnny Delphino and Metropolitan Police Superintendant John Heaton have all been discovered hanged in their cells at the prisons in which they were being held. Each of the men had been detained on child pornography charges and are believed to have been in solitary confinement since their arrests. It is unclear as yet whether they took their own lives or whether another member of the large paedophile ring they were a part of is cleaning house. Police are promising a full investigation into the deaths while the remaining men arrested in the raids are being moved to more secure accommodations where they will be monitored 24 hours per day." Lucy paused in her channel hopping as she heard the news, recognising John Heaton's name as the same man who had been the bane of Jo's work life recently. There followed a reprise of the information which had been released previously, in the wake of the arrests, none of which particularly interested Lucy but she stayed glued to the channel in case there was any further developments.
Sam found her attention wandering from the on-screen antics of the two female leads in the movie. Lorna's tender ministrations, where her fingers lightly massaged the back of Sam's neck and bottom of her head, were driving her to distraction. She willed herself to speak, to ask the questions burning in her mind, to see if Lorna too felt the same hesitation about their physical compatibility. All that escaped however was a quiet sigh of contentment.
"You ok?" Lorna's voice was hushed, her actions lulling her into a comfortably drowsy state. Eyes fixed on the screen before her, she watched the blonde character stride back into the store room she had just stormed out of, latching her mouth onto the darker haired woman in a feverish kiss.
"Better than ok. This feels so good, so…" Sam didn't want to use the word 'nice', finding it too bland, too mundane to describe how she felt, "so incredible." The two characters onscreen were lying across sacks of flowers at the back of the florists shop where the dark haired one worked, passionately making out, obviously intent on it going further until they were interrupted by the blonde woman's husband. "I'm glad neither of us has to worry about that," Sam admitted, tilting her head up to kiss the redhead's neck, the passion on the screen igniting her own desire somewhat.
"Me too but Sam, if you keep that up, it won't matter if the building burns down, I won't be able to keep my hands off you." Lorna emitted a low moan as talented lips continued to tease her, trailing kisses upwards towards her ear.
"No one says you have to," the heated blonde whispered directly into the dainty ear before her. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."
"Bedroom!" Lorna's voice came out in a high pitched squeak, much less dignified and smooth than she was hoping for. Clearing her throat, she tried again, "we need to move this to the bedroom." The women scrambled off the couch, turning off machinery and lights as they went with great haste. Lorna's libido had never quite simmered down following the unwittingly sensual lip moment earlier in the evening, bubbling quietly beneath the surface ready to be re-ignited. Sam, spurred on by her chat with Jo earlier and riding high on a wave of endorphins, opted to throw caution to the wind and see what happened. They undressed hurriedly, stripping down to their briefs and bras before crawling under the covers beside one another.
"I want to make love to you Lorna, but I'm going to need your help, your guidance. I've never…" Sam's courage faltered a little but her resolve remained. The only way she was going to know if they worked together physically was to get over herself and try.
"Sshh, it's ok sweetheart, I've never done this either but we're both women, we both know what a woman's body wants, what it needs to bring it to release. Touch me like you want to be touched yourself and I'm sure between us, we can have a lot of fun finding out what works."
"I know we said we'd wait until we'd been out on a few proper dates but I really, really want you, want this. I don't think I can wait any longer," Sam murmured seductively as she allowed her hands to caress the baby soft skin of Lorna's stomach, the backs of her fingers grazing against the rippling flesh.
"We may not have been out to a restaurant or a cinema but I think we can consider the last few evenings we've spent together as dates of sorts." Lorna spoke through gritted teeth as she attempted to rein in her desire, not wishing to push the other woman too far, too quickly, but hanging on to her control by a thread. She captured the wandering limb between her own hands, bringing it up to her mouth and deftly kissing each fingertip. Lowering their joined extremities, Lorna pressed Sam's palm to the redhead's own breast, hissing with pleasure as she felt it react immediately. Not wanting the blonde to be neglected, Lorna cupped her own hand around Sam's modest breast, feeling the nipple harden at the contact despite the lacy barrier. "Can I take this off? I want to feel you, all of you, against every part of me." Sam nodded, divesting herself of her remaining flimsy garments until she was completely naked before her lover. Lorna shed her own underwear, tossing it aside without paying any attention to where it landed, and sliding closer to the petite blonde, who lay trembling beside her. "It's ok honey, there's nothing to be afraid of. I won't hurt you and if I do anything at all you don't like or that is uncomfortable for you, let me know and I'll stop, straight away, I promise." Lorna too was a bundle of nerves, not quite able to believe that she was really about to make love to the incredible detective. Lorna leant in for a kiss, giving Sam ample opportunity to back out if she was truly overwhelmed by their proximity. The tiny woman surprised Lorna by surging forward, meeting her lips in a hungry, fiery kiss. Long, slender fingers danced across pale alabaster skin, seeking out the dusky pink nipple which had distended and was calling for attention. Sam couldn't help but favourably compare the gentle reverence Lorna meted out to her breast with the usual rough massage she had experienced from previous male lovers, who had seemed to assume aggressive pawing, kneading and squeezing was pleasurable. Lorna rolled the bud between forefinger and thumb, occasionally grazing the tip with a fingernail or squeezing a little more tightly. The blonde was surprised to find urgent messages being telegraphed from that tiny point of contact straight to her core, unleashing copious amounts of moisture and causing her to rock her hips as she sought any kind of friction. She whimpered quietly, drawing her lover's attention. "Are you ok? Am I hurting you?" The note of concern betrayed the Scot's own anxiety about their first coupling.
"Don't… stop… please, don't stop," Sam begged, covering her breast with her own palm, trapping Lorna's fingers around the sensitive nipple as they lay side by side, face to face, both flushed with desire. Buoyed by Sam's obvious approval, Lorna leant closer, worshipping her lover's mouth with her lips and tongue, continuing to play with Sam's breast as she rolled them over so that Sam was lying on her back beneath her. The move granted Lorna an opportunity to access the previously neglected breast she had not been able to reach before and she capitalised on that by trailing kisses down the exposed torso and wrapping succulent lips around the straining bud. The blonde gasped at the new sensation, hands tangling in wild ginger hair, holding Lorna's mouth to her and arching her back to offer more of herself to the woman. Distracted by the feel of skilled teeth and tongue against her flesh, Sam was unprepared for the probing digits parting her lower lips. In an unconscious reaction, she slammed her legs together, tensing as it trapped Lorna's hand between her thighs, fingertips just resting in her juices.
"Relax sweetheart, I won't do anything you aren't comfortable with me doing. If you tell me now that you don't want me touching you this way, I won't." Lorna cooed reassuringly, gazing lovingly into confused blue eyes.
"I've never… no one's ever… they always just put it in, they didn't…" Sam confessed, blushing and trying to bury her head in Lorna's shoulder.
"They didn't make sure you were ready for them first? Sam, has no one touched you this way before?" The blonde woman simply shook her head in response, eyes averted as she chewed on her lower lip. "Baby, look at me," Lorna implored, ducking her head and kissing the strong, proud jaw of her lover. When Sam failed to respond, the blonde allowed her trapped fingers to twitch ever so slightly, tickling the sensitive flesh against which they rested, earning a quiet moan. "I want to make this special for you sweetheart, to show you what you've missed, what a good lover should do for their partner. I may not have been with a woman before either but I know good sex and when only one party gets off, that doesn't even come close to being good sex. Let me love you, let me learn the places that make you feel every bit as incredible as you feel to me. Please honey, give me a chance to finish what we've started and if you still don't like it in a little bit, I will stop, I promise." Lorna could feel the other woman's heart thundering in her chest as her legs relaxed and gave the CSE room to manoeuvre. Slowly, tentatively, she began to slide her fingers up and down the length of Sam's drenched core, dipping into the copious moisture there and spreading it around the area liberally Feeling her way, Lorna mapped the area through her fingertips, returning time and again to the hooded nodule at the apex of her opening, caressing it gently through the fleshy cover. Sam's hips arched off the bed with each sweep across her clitoris, the sensations threatening to overwhelm her. When Lorna's lips latched back onto her breast, kissing, licking, sucking and nipping at the tender flesh, Sam thought she couldn't get any wetter. There was a knot of tension coiling inside her, seeming to spread outwards from her centre and threatening to engulf her. Lorna dragged her middle finger down to the quivering opening of Sam's sex, pushing inside her as far as the first knuckle and pausing to allow her to adjust to the intrusion. The penetration registered on some level with the blonde and her muscles tensed once again, just briefly, before she released them on finding no pain or discomfort, unlike during most of her previous sexual encounters. Lorna pressed on, retracting the finger before pushing it back in, further than before, burying it as far as she could inside her lover, never ceasing her oral attentions. As she withdrew, her fingertip grazed a raised, spongy area, resulting in Sam rearing off the bed in surprise at the strength of her body's response to that contact.
"Oh God, Lorna…" Sam panted, unable to believe she was feeling so much when previously all she had experienced was a slight warmth and tingling. Lorna pushed back in, this time deliberately curling her finger as it retreated and grazing over the sensitive internal flesh once more, eliciting another strong response and a new flood of liquid from the excited blonde. Satisfied that Sam's proclamation had been a positive one, Lorna established a rhythm with that one finger, driving Sam on towards her climax. She felt internal walls beginning to flutter against her encased digit and, wanting to allow the shorter woman her release, rubbed her thumb across Sam's engorged clit. The blonde cried out and bucked off the bed as her orgasm ripped through her. Lorna pressed a kiss to her mouth, swallowing any further sounds to prevent Katie from overhearing things she shouldn't. The redhead stilled her hand, the tight muscles stopping her from withdrawing until they began to relax, cradling the other woman to her with her free arm wrapped around her back. Sam hugged Lorna close, after effects rippling through her following the most intense experience of her life. "Shit… Lorna… that was…" There was a long pause and Lorna held her breath, hoping that the next words were not going to be unpleasant. "That was incredible. You are incredible."
"My wrist action's not so bad now is it?" Lorna joked, gratified to hear Sam's guffaw of laughter.
"Definitely not but I don't think I'll share that nugget with your daughter!" Sam's eyes twinkled mischievously as she finally managed to meet Lorna's gaze. "Now, I do believe there's some unfinished business I need to attend to."
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