A/N: I come with an extremely late Kintober entry. That is to say I attempted to write this in October and that failed. I only managed to finish it now that I was trying to write a Valentine's Day fic for my Sparks of Life verse. If we keep to the same rhythm, you can expect that some time in June btw but here's the audio porn prompt until then.
Griffin, the title read.
Griffin's fingers flitted over the keyboard absentmindedly. A single press to the space bar would play the audio file that she couldn't remember recording with Faragonda. It was the only file in the folder that was buried in three other folders with obscure Lydiriev family property schematics.
Somehow its placement told Griffin that Faragonda didn't want her to see it. But her own name was on it and her stomach tightened with suspicion that the same file existed on her own computer hidden in a folder with archives of uncensored correspondence with the twins dating back to their teen years. All that was left to figure out was which of the audio recordings on her own hard drive had found its way to Faragonda's as well.
She leaned back in Faragonda's chair, fingers drumming on the armrests. Closing her eyes usually helped her empty her mind of unwarranted distractions and refocus her attention. Instead, she started picturing her voice filling out the quietness of the room from the speakers but with Faragonda in the chair.
She could see Faragonda's hands making their way over her own body when not full with Griffin's pleasure and tangled in her hair to release her voice. A long pause at her breasts, one of her palms staying there even as the other moved between Faragonda's legs. Her back arching and hips bucking closer into the building pressure, then falling still. If she were stroking herself, she'd ease herself back down from the rush of orgasm but Griffin only worked her harder until she started squirming away and whining adorably for mercy.
Griffin bit her lower lip as if she could taste Faragonda's arousal on it as long as her teeth plunged deep enough in the tender flesh. The images with which she'd coaxed her voice out had been but a pale imitation of Faragonda's back arching off the mattress to follow her own body as if Faragonda could only breathe in the vicinity of her lips. Faragonda's trembling form–under her, on top of her, next to her–had shaken up her very understanding of love and built it up anew. A brush of her lips against Faragonda's was encouraged until both their chests were heaving with apocalyptic need – not for air, but for each other. A stroke of her tongue on Faragonda's clit was rewarded with a senseless praise from Faragonda's lips and distracted tugs on her tresses from shaking fingers. Every tremor in her heart only resonated deeper in her own bones when echoed by Faragonda's heart.
The door swinging open stirred the air, sweeping up Griffin's thoughts in a violent whirlwind.
She shot out of the chair before she'd tugged Faragonda in her lap with no regard for the steaming mug she carried in each hand. She deliberately tiptoed around her lover to close the door while Faragonda left their tea on the desk.
"Is that what I think it is?" Griffin motioned to the computer screen where she'd selected the file bearing her name.
Faragonda met her gaze but her voice didn't come out when she opened her mouth. She closed it and nodded instead, nails picking at her own fingers while she waited for her sentence.
Griffin swiftly closed the distance between them and grasped Faragonda's hands in her own. She brought them up to her mouth and alternated pressing kisses to one, then the other, then back again until Faragonda's own mouth stretched into an amused smirk.
"I take it you're not upset with me?" Faragonda stroked her thumb over Griffin's lower lip.
Griffin pressed their joint hands against her chest. "I wouldn't take it that far but I'm definitely scandalized you've been hiding this little tidbit of information from me. You'll have to make it up to me."
"Anything you want." Faragonda leaned in only to tease her with a quick peck before pulling back and adding smugly, "It will be my pleasure."
"And just how much pleasure did you get out of listening to me coming my brains out for years on end?" Griffin arched an eyebrow theatrically, fingers squeezing Faragonda's own tighter when she tried to disentangle them, no doubt to reach for Griffin's hair instead and distract her from the date showing next to the file.
It had been on Faragonda's computer from way before they'd started dating. It was a mirror letting Griffin see Faragonda in a perfect reflection of herself – naked in bed with her fingers working her over the edge, heart stripped bare when there was only one word on her lips. The only thing that had held her pieces back together after an earth-shattering orgasm had been Faragonda's name still ringing through every corner of her soul when she'd failed to muffle the prayer it had become on her tongue. And Faragonda had been doing the same, to the sound of her voice no less.
Griffin shuddered at the thought, a moan already building in the back of her throat along with her arousal.
"I have no idea," Faragonda was staring at their hands or rather – at the heart underneath them that was quivering in need of caresses, just like Griffin's clit. "Sometimes when you're on a work trip or even out for the night with the twins, I still listen to it. I touch myself pretending it's you now that I know how your skin feels on mine, how you taste on my lips, how you moan when you make me come as if you're the one drowning in pleasure."
Faragonda leaned in, mouth closing on Griffin's pulse point to suck out every coherent thought. She could take her blood too. Feeling it drain out of her and into Faragonda's mouth like a tribute to a higher force–to the joined entity they'd become–would be too erotic. She was already dripping just at the faintest whisper of Faragonda's teeth over her skin.
Griffin let go of Faragonda's hands and clasped at her shoulders instead, desperate to steady herself to get out the words she'd nursed inside her chest for so long, for eons, it seemed. It must have been for Faragonda's touch to feel this blissful on her breasts, the warmth of her fingertips sprinkling shivers where it replaced the stretches of silence Griffin had maintained for years.
"It was for you," Griffin rasped, eyelids pushing weakly against the weightlessness settling in her bones. She clung mindlessly to Faragonda, her body shifting and bending every which way it was guided by Faragonda's tantalizing touch. Her lips parted of their own volition and she had to struggle to wrangle her voice into something other than a mindless mewl, "You have to know it was all for you."
Faragonda planted a last–albeit tentative–kiss right below her ear before pulling away. "What do you mean?"
Griffin's brows furrowed and she gulped down a deep breath. Her brain was already leaking out of her pussy where it screamed for Faragonda's soothing touch.
She opened her eyes, Faragonda's gaze waiting on her steadily. "I made the first recording on a dare. It was Zara's idea of being encouraging. She challenged me to also send it to someone. She meant you. She said I could shrug it off as a careless mistake if needed. But I couldn't. I poured my heart out. It wouldn't fit back into my chest again. Not once I knew how good it felt to be honest with myself about your place in my life. I came so hard I couldn't breathe let alone use my voice, and that quiet was so loud."
She'd gasped for minutes, trying to hear something else that hadn't been her pulse in her ears rushing at the thought of Faragonda. She'd trembled at the vision of Faragonda's fingers trailing between her thighs to replace her own and stroke her to an even stronger orgasm, to curl inside her and hook her soul so that Faragonda could take it for herself and keep it safe. She'd cried tears of frustration denying herself every chance to feel Faragonda's touch and then finally – of happiness when they'd had their first time, Faragonda kissing and groping and fucking her into the heights of a quivering, screaming orgasm.
"I could tell this was dedicated to someone," Faragonda combed her fingers through Griffin's hair, pulling loose a sigh that had been stuck in her throat. "The emotion was so clear in your cries. I just didn't dare presume it could be me."
Griffin stared at Faragonda's lips for an eternity, every calm breath falling from them soothing the prickles and knots in her stomach. She'd dreamed of kissing those same lips so fervently. So fervently that the heat of desire had stuck to her skin like a sweltering fever. And still not fervently enough. She was the one that had to make it up to Faragonda.
"When I couldn't bring myself to send you the recording," she forced her tongue to move with intent again rather than getting lost in memories of mapping out every sensitive spot on Faragonda's body, "I put it up on the internet for an outrageous price. I figured I can't fail a challenge if the last step to fulfilling it does not depend on me. And yet, it was purchased, the terms of the dare – satisfied, but me – not so much."
Griffin leaned in and captured Faragonda's lips. She'd made them both wait long enough and Faragonda agreed, hand on her neck holding her in place while the one on her hip pressed her closer into Faragonda's body. Griffin instantly parted her legs for Faragonda's thigh, grinding on it with enthusiasm. The friction made her eyes roll in the back of her head and her heart shudder as it shed every last layer of doubt she'd suffocated it into.
She was panting when they broke it off, chest heaving and head spinning from the kiss but her voice pushed through with the strength of Faragonda's breath in her lungs, "Every single recording I've made was with you in mind as my audience. It was the only kind of confession I could coax from myself until you took my hand."
She laced their fingers once again, eyes falling closed in content when Faragonda leaned in, their foreheads touching.
"I only did it because I wanted you to make those unabashed, beautiful sounds for me." Faragonda's words reached all the way into her rib cage. "We gave each other courage."
Griffin opened her eyes. "How did you find my audios by the way?"
Faragonda paused for a second before giving a quiet chuckle. "Griselda."
Griffin was caught up as soon as she heard the name.
"Of course. I forbade the twins from directing you to the recordings but they've worked through Griselda."
She had to thank them for not listening to her. Later.
"Is that jealousy I sensed about other people getting to hear me orgasm?" Griffin only pulled away from Faragonda to trail kisses up her jaw, her fingers feeling every little noise reverberating through Faragonda's throat.
Faragonda swallowed, her voice coming out somewhat whiny at the fleeting contact of Griffin's lips on her skin, "Perhaps a little."
"I'm just thinking out loud here," Griffin swerved sharply downwards to Faragonda's cleavage and bit into the tender flesh just to hear the startled little grunt in the back of Faragonda's throat and her fingers closing into Griffin's hair. "But now that we've both confessed our little secrets, there's nothing stopping us from making a recording together. It's long overdue even."
She hadn't made one since she'd first had a taste of Faragonda's lips and her deeply rooted love. She hadn't needed an outlet when she'd given her devotion directly to Faragonda. But the thought had appeal.
"Imagine someone else listening to the sounds I make while you're fucking me, comparing to when I was on my own and feeling the fullness and strength of our love. How jealous do you think that person would be?" Griffin mourned the softness of Faragonda's breasts under her lips as she pulled back to see her expression.
"They would eat their heart out," the rasp and depth of Faragonda's voice made her go weak in the knees, her pussy throbbing to be filled by the vehement want on Faragonda's tongue.
"We'd have to come with a warning label."
Faragonda captured her lips to devour her grin straight from them.