A/N: Yes, there's still more of this story, a lot more. This part is kind of different, so let me know what you think.
~~~ Part 9 ~~~
[Rating: M]
Elizabeth gets out of bed and goes downstairs to open the front door, and there is Isabelle, her long brown hair flowing down to her breasts, where Elizabeth's attention is drawn. "I haven't slept after what you told me," Isabelle says, entering.
"Oh, I know the feeling," Elizabeth replies. "But you know I'm right." Despite being nervous, her tone is confident, flirty even.
"It's not that simple," Isabelle protests verbally. And yet, even as she says it, she sheds her coat and heels and unbuttons the top button of her blouse.
"What are you saying?" Elizabeth needs clarification. Was Isabelle onboard with her proposition or not?
"Juliet's out. But I'm in." Isabelle finishes opening her blouse and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her bra-clad breasts and bare torso.
Elizabeth has only a moment to process before Isabelle is reaching for her and undoing her shirt as well. Elizabeth's skin feels like it's on fire wherever Isabelle touches her. And then Isabelle's lips crash into hers, and the fire is everywhere.
She leans against the wall to brace herself. They kiss for a long time, pressing themselves up against each other. Every time one of them is about to pull away, the other one draws them back in. When they finally pull apart, they are both panting heavily. Elizabeth is still wearing her shirt, yet amidst their make-out session, Isabelle had managed to completely unbutton it and had unhooked Elizabeth's front-clasping bra ("so convenient", she had murmured into the kiss at the discovery).
Fondling Elizabeth's breasts and pinching her nipples, Isabelle plants a trail of kisses down her neck, pausing a few times to suck on her skin. "Pants. Off," Isabelle commanded, unzipping her own pants and backing away to the bannister, which she leaned on to step out of her pants. After sliding her pants and panties down her hips, Elizabeth sat on one of the lower steps and removed them.
Isabelle grabs a pillow off the couch and kneels on it at the base of the stairs, then leans down into Elizabeth's lap and buries her head between Elizabeth's legs, going down on her with great enthusiasm. Elizabeth leans back at the onslaught of sensation and closes her eyes as the pleasure builds.
Henry's voice comes from the other room, and Elizabeth's eyes spring open at the sound of his footsteps, and she pulls herself more upright. "Have you seen my jack... screw?" he completes his sentence after a very long pause, during which his jaw dropped wide open. She can imagine the sight that greeted him when he rounded the corner: Elizabeth, wearing only an open blouse, writhing and mewling on the stairs, as Isabelle, wearing only panties, is draped over her licking and sucking with abandon.
Henry stares, watching them. Elizabeth locks eyes with him, and sees that his eyes are darkening with arousal. She smiles. She's glad that they have this kind of understanding. Isabelle pauses briefly to look back at him as well, but otherwise doesn't stop, which is good because Elizabeth sure doesn't want her to.
Once he has recovered from his initial shock, Henry chuckles and asks, "Is this what you did all day at Langley?"
"In your dreams," Elizabeth banters back, as Isabelle has gradually eased up.
"It was more fun at Langley when Elizabeth was still around," Isabelle tells them both. They did have a lot of fun together. Nothing like this though.
"Elizabeth is a lot of fun, isn't she?" Henry asks Isabelle congenially.
"She is," Isabelle replies, licking her lips. "Maybe more fun than I can handle alone..." She beckons Henry.
He looks over to Elizabeth for consent. "May I?" he asks. Elizabeth nods emphatically and gives him her best "you damn well better" look.
Henry quickly strips to his boxers and maneuvers past Isabelle and Elizabeth to join them, settling himself just behind Elizabeth on the steps, so that she is between his legs, and he wraps his arms around her. Holding his left hand, she turns back to the right to face him, and he bends down and kisses her forcefully, their tongues eagerly meeting.
Isabelle resumes giving Elizabeth her undivided attention, and Elizabeth responds by moaning into Henry. They break their lengthy liplock, and Elizabeth faces forwards again. She's sandwiched in place, Isabelle's exhilarating tongue in front of her, and Henry's reassuring solidness - both physical and metaphorical - behind her. She leans back against Henry's chest and rubs her thumb against his ring, reminding them of the connection they share.
Isabelle raises herself up and leans over Elizabeth to kiss Henry. This puts Isabelle's breasts tantalizingly close to Elizabeth's mouth, so she stretches her neck to suck on one nipple. Isabelle and Henry moan simultaneously.
"The taste of you... the two of you together is intoxicating," Henry spoke in a reverent whisper.
Elizabeth motions towards the couch, and the three of them untangle. Elizabeth takes the opportunity to extricate Isabelle from her underwear, and the two of them tumble onto the couch. Henry seats himself on the floor in front of them. Elizabeth pushes Isabelle back so she's sprawled over one arm of the couch. Henry gently grabs hold one of Isabelle's legs and pulls it to the side, spreading her legs, giving Elizabeth a great view. Her eyes follow his fingers, as they trace a path up Isabelle's leg.
"Look at how wet Isabelle is from playing with you," Henry says to Elizabeth, who whimpers by way of reply. Then to Isabelle, he asks "What do you want? Do you want Elizabeth to make you even wetter?"
"Yes," Isabelle gasps out, and before Elizabeth has time to second-guess herself, she accepts the invitation, diving into the glistening space Henry is holding open. She runs her tongue along Isabelle's moistened parts, exploring with light licks, followed by more forceful ones and flicks of her tongue. She circles Isabelle's clitoris before attaching her lips to it and sucking. Elizabeth glances up at Isabelle, watching her expression of pleasure, and to Henry, who is now playing with Isabelle lusciously round breasts.
Henry settles back on the floor and rotates Elizabeth's hips and lifts one leg, providing him access to her core. When he licks her a few times with broad swipes of his tongue, her attention to Isabelle falters. "Don't let me distract you," he admonishes her with mock seriousness, before slowing inserting a finger into her ready opening. Elizabeth's breath hitches as he thrusts, and then Henry's finger stills. "Focus on Isabelle," he instructs.
And she does, paying attention to her body's reactions and the sounds she makes as Elizabeth explores. Henry watches, and except for the occasional small movement, remains motionless even when Elizabeth squeezes her muscles and grinds against his palm. Isabelle's breathing gets faster and her moans louder as Elizabeth licks her clitoris furiously, until Isabelle comes with a cry of "Bess!", shuddering against Elizabeth's mouth. The name surprises her. Every second since Isabelle touched her has been incredibly erotic, but being called by her work name, a name she has never associated with sexual intimacy before, somehow turns her on even more, and that is entirely unexpected.
As soon as Isabelle's orgasm begins, Henry's finger is moving again. Elizabeth opens her legs further and Henry withdraws his finger momentarily to re-insert two fingers, and also begins rubbing her clit with his thumb. She watches Isabelle come, then licks up her juices with lazy unfocused strokes while Henry continues to pleasure her. She is already so worked up from being with Isabelle that she knows she isn't going to last long. She shatters spectacularly when she comes.
Once she sits up, Isabelle, who had already been seated and watching, kisses her deeply, the taste of them both mingling on her tongue. Henry moves onto the couch, sitting on Elizabeth's other side, and wraps his arm behind both women, resting his hand against Isabelle's back. Elizabeth turns to kiss Henry just as passionately as Isabelle had kissed her, the feeling of his stubble against her face, a sharp contrast to Isabelle's smooth skin.
Isabelle looks suddenly tentative, until Henry reaches his free hand around to Isabelle's, so the three of them are connected, Henry and Isabelle encircling Elizabeth. "There's a bed upstairs. Care to join?" Henry asks, smiling at Isabelle.
"...There's a bed upstairs. Care to join?" Henry repeated.
"Wha..." Elizabeth woke with a start. She must have come downstairs after Henry fell asleep and then dozed off on the couch, she realized, checking her watch. It was early afternoon. The kids wouldn't be home for a few more hours.
And God was she horny! She practically flung herself at Henry. "I have got to tell you about my dream..."