Well, there's attempted lesbian sex, but that doesn't need a trigger warning. I suppose... it might if your a true homophobe, but I also am aware many homophobes jack off to lesbian porn.
Take all the courage you have left, and waste it on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head.
The next morning I wake up to an empty bed, I worry for a moment until I see the light on in the bathroom.
"Liv?" I ask, opening the door to a naked Olivia turning on the shower. "Why are you getting ready? It's only 7, is your appointment that early?"
"No, but work is." She answers, looking at me like an idiot.
"I - after last night I thought you'd be taking a day." I say, caught off guard.
"Well, I'm not. Wanna join me?" Her voice goes from matter of fact to playful and seductive.
"Only if you want me to." I reply, knowing in our line of work sex can be difficult.
She looks into my eyes and says "I always want to with you, counselor."
With that I pull her into the steamy stall and plant my lips upon her in a car steamer kiss. She pulls my left leg around her waist and then my right, placing both her hands on the small of my back, pressing my body onto hers in a manner that requires me to arc my back in order to keep my lips on hers, in a second she pushes against my back, covering her face in my breasts.
She slips a hand from my back to my slit, rubbing against my clit. Her power increases and she places me on the floor of the stall and buries her face in my pussy. I reach a climax and soon after reach down and begin to run my hand across her wet folds.
Unsure if she was warmed up enough for anything more than the side of my hand I ask "Are you ready for more, Livyia?"
"Doing you is the best foreplay a girl could ask for." She says, in a sexy voice.
"Well then" I push her down and begin to eat her out.
Twisting my tongue inside her, then pulling it out and circling her clitoris.
"Stop!" She screams, I immediately emerge from her thighs.
She draws her knees up to cover her breasts squeezing them together tightly.
"Olivia, we need to talk about this." I urge as the water pours over us
"I thought I could handle it." I let out a breath I was unaware I was holding when she responds, proving she isn't disassortative or having a flashback, but it scares me still
"Handle having sex?" I wanted to clarify.
"I- I - we haven't done anything remotely- fun- since- and I didn't want you to leave because I couldn't be intimate with you."
As my curls melt to the water pouring down to our position on the floor I carefully pull her into my lap, pausing momentarily, asking for permission and gaining her unspoken consent from a look in her eyes. Our wet bodies cause a painful amount of friction between us, but I disregard the momentary discomfort and tell her, in a voice just loud enough to be heard over the percussion of the water droplets making contact with the floor, "The nature of our jobs makes intimacy on any level difficult, which is part of why we work so well together, we can talk through those issues we have with sex, and overcome them as a team, I do not want to have a partner outside this relationship because no one else can understand my circumstances the way you can. I can go without sex for you, I would be perfectly content if that was the last orgasm I had in my life if it meant you stayed okay, you need not worry about me right now, you have enough on your plate, now, let's finish up, we don't want to be late."
I release her from my grip and realise that the droplets on both our faces are not solely a result of the shower as they are more salty. We both lather up quickly and proceed to get ready parallel to each other, nearly ignoring the other's presence, if I'm being honest I'm hurt that she thought I would betray her over something as trivial as sex, but after the events of the past few months I'm reluctant to tell her this because I don't want to set her off.