Scene 2: Top Dog

Disclaimer: I do not own Wentworth or any of its characters, and I am certainly not doing this for money!

So after Scene 1, I felt kind of bad for Joan not getting any of the love, so I added a little extra to this one. Vera wants to be "Top Dog". Whatever that means… XD ;)

Joan Ferguson loved everything about Vera. She loved her hair, her eyes, her cute little nose, the way she pursed her lips when she was angry, she loved Vera's all around adorable features, she loved the way Vera did her job, she loved the way felt when they kissed, she loved the way Vera laughed, but most of all, Joan Ferguson loved the way Vera looked when she came apart during sex.

Joan and Vera had been a couple for about three months now, and Joan was still amazed at how awesome the sex was with Vera. Initially, the idea of making love with Vera seemed like it would be too…vanilla, but dear God had Joan changed her opinion after their first night together. Vera was anything BUT vanilla, and after the romp they had had last night, Joan knew that Vera would never be anything close to vanilla.

Joan finally woke up the following morning at around 10 AM, which was something she never did. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around the room for a moment. She sat up in the bed, realizing she had fallen asleep nude, and looked at the area beside her where Vera had slept. She stood up, walked out of her bedroom and peered into the kitchen, and saw Vera poking around in the fridge, wearing only one of Joan's old shirts.

If nothing else, this certainly woke up Joan, and even turned her on a bit. There was just something so sexy about Vera wearing one of her shirts. Biting her lip and remembering all of the crazy and wonderful things they had done the night before, Joan decided just to don a bathrobe temporarily, and take the morning easy. She went into the kitchen and hugged Vera tightly from behind, who jumped a little at the feeling of someone behind her before realizing who it was and relaxing into Joan's body.

Vera turned around after a moment and handed Joan a mug of steaming coffee, saying, "Here you go. Black. No sugar."

Joan grasped the mug with both hands and a "thank you," and sat down at the table with her coffee, waiting for Vera to join her.

Vera came to the table holding two plates, both containing French toast, bacon, and sliced fruit. Joan raised an eyebrow at the delicious looking food on her plate—this was not something Vera did often.

Vera sat down and began to eat, looking at Joan, who continued to look at her while slowly picking up a fork to eat her breakfast.

"What's the occasion?" Joan asked Vera, picking up a strawberry and looking at it before eating it.

"Well after last night, I figured you'd be famished this morning, so I cooked us up some brekkie. It was also a 'thank you' gesture." Vera smirked.

Joan almost choked on her food. "A 'thank you' gesture, for what?" She asked coyly, trying to get Vera to replay the events of the night before.

Vera replied with a sly "you know what for," before taking a bite out of her French toast and chewing heartily. Joan looked at her with a pleased grin, and the two sat in a confident state for a while.

After they ate, the two women went about their morning routines, Vera collecting the dishes and placing them in the dishwasher, Joan picking out an outfit to wear before her shower.

Joan placed all the items she would need when she got out of the shower neatly and carefully on the bathroom counter, and when she came out of the bathroom, she was almost stunned to find Vera kneeling on the bed with a strap-on in her hand. Joan's strap-on.

"I've got an idea," Vera said with a cheeky grin, and then motioning the strap-on toward Joan, as if telling her she wanted Joan to put it on.

Joan had previously wrapped herself in a towel, and dropped it at this sight of Vera stating what she wanted Joan to do.

"I want to be Top Dog," Vera said as Joan stepped into the strap-on.

Joan stopped for a moment. "You want to be what?" She stifled a bit of laughter.

"Top Dog," said Vera confidently. "I want to ride on top of you, and then I want to fuck you until you beg for mercy." This time, Vera was on the edge of the bed now, and Joan's strap-on was secured in place.

Joan smiled at this, and replied, "You're going to be the death of me, Vera" before climbing onto the bed.

Joan lay flat on her back, and Vera climbed on top of her, her small frame hardly pushing on Joan.

Vera kissed Joan fervently, crashing their lips together hard, tasting Joan's tongue, and grabbing her bottom lip between hers. Before long, Vera was riding Joan's dick, bouncing up and down while Joan watched her, in awe.

Joan watched how Vera's hair flew all over her face, and how her small breasts bounced up and down as Vera thrust her hips, and Joan watched the sweat on Vera's face and chest gleam in the morning sunlight, until Vera moaned Joan's name with a coarse growl, and came, squirting all over Joan and the bed, before finally collapsing on top of Joan for a minute.

When Vera regained full consciousness a few (long) moments later, she kissed Joan again, except moving past her lips and began kissing down Joan's neck almost feverishly, before stopping at Joan's breasts to suck on her nipples.

Joan bucked under Vera's touch, feeling Vera's small hand grasping one breast, and feeling Vera's hot breath on the other. She was so turned on by all of this, and she now wanted, no—needed Vera inside of her. "Ahh, bloody hell, Vera!" Joan moaned, unsure if she would be able to take much more of Vera's ministrations.

Soon enough, Vera moved down Joan's body, continuing to lick and kiss wherever she could, paying particular attention to the tender skin on the inside of Joan's thighs, and where her thighs met in the middle.

Vera started at Joan's clit, starting by licking the nub, and rolling her tongue around it in circles, which drove Joan crazy, causing her hips to move and thrust on their own accord.

"Fuck, Vera!" Joan said, feeling Vera's tongue dart in and out of her core. She thought she might actually explode from all of this.

"Tell me what you want, Joan," Vera said with an evil grin, playing with Joan's lips and clit with her tongue, teasing her.

"Fuck, Vera! I want—you! I want you inside me! Fuck me, already!" Joan moaned the words loudly, wanting Vera to get on with it, needing release badly.

Vera took no time in helping Joan with this. She continued her ministrations on Joan's clit with her tongue, but stuck two fingers in Joan, thrusting in and out hard and fast, and reaching up to grab one of Joan's breasts simultaneously. Before long, Joan had an iron grip on the back of Vera's head, and a solid grip on the sheets beneath her, and with one final thrust in, Vera felt Joan's vaginal muscles tighten, and then, Joan climaxed, her legs quivering and toes curling, having the same fluid come out of her that came out of Vera not long ago, covering Vera's bottom lip, chin, and the already soaked sheets. After Joan came down from her high, Vera climbed up the bed, and looked at the sleepy Joan, feeling quite content with herself.

Joan just looked at Vera with sleepy eyes, and a wide grin, and laughed. "Top Dog, eh?" Joan asked. Vera seemed quite chuffed, and smiled back. "Came to me this morning at breakfast." The two women laughed and laughed for a moment.

After a minute or two, Joan felt the wet sheets beneath her and said, "You realize we are going to have to wash the sheets now, right?"

The end

Hi! Reviews and Hearts are always lovely! I do have the final scenario in my head, but it's really late where I am (2AM), so I will have the final scene for you lovelies tomorrow.