Well! The result of the vote between this update being M-rated or not M-rated was unanimous...
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They'd arranged the midnight feast for the girls on the coffee table – an array of cupcakes and the left over popcorn and candy floss from the circus, along side two ice cold cans of Coca Cola which Connie had tried to take back at the last minute, but Rita had insisted they stay, telling her that water just wasn't good enough for a midnight feast, before ushering her upstairs to bed.
Now Rita stood in front of the full length mirror as Connie moved about the room, locking the door, drawing the curtains, and then double checking that she had locked the door.
"Do you think I look like a lesbian?"
Rita asked, tilting her head to one side, gazing at the reflection of herself, her short blonde hair, the white of her t-shirt beneath the red and blue striped jumper, and her jeans. Was this what a lesbian looked like?
Connie laughed and glanced over from where she was reaching down to turn on one of the bedside lamps.
"No, really..."
Rita frowned, turning to the side. She wasn't sure what she was hoping to see, and whatever it was she wasn't even sure if she saw it or not.
"Connie made her way about the bed, stopping close behind her so that she could wrap her arms around her.
"I don't know...are you?"
She asked, feigning disinterest in the question as she rested her head against Rita's, looking back at their reflection as they stood together.
"Now there's a question..."
Rita murmured, gazing into the mirror, still stunned to find her own reflection looking back at her, wrapped up within Connie's arms.
"What do you think I am?"
She asked quietly, watching the tell tale signs of Connie's hesitation – the touch of her tongue to her teeth and a breath drawn in through her nose.
"Me?"
"Mmm."
Rita murmured, enjoying the feel of the side of Connie's forehead against her own.
"I think you're beautiful"
Connie said eventually, and Rita grinned and glanced down to the floor.
"Well deflected, Mrs B."
She sighed, and she turned around within Connie's embrace, reaching up with her own arms to lace them about Connie's shoulders, the fingers of her right hand running lazily between the curls of dark hair that rested against her back.
"You know its odd."
She began, narrowing her eyes and looking up at the other woman who stood so close to her, her face so expectant.
"I always thought you were beautiful. Even when you were terrifying, you were always beautiful."
She murmured, thinking out loud, thinking how it always seemed to be that the finest of pleasures were always the unexpected ones.
"Were?"
Connie asked, repeating her words.
Rita smiled slowly and drew in a breath full of Connie – her perfume, her breath, and the warmth of her skin.
"Now you're not just beautiful...you're..."
She drew up her shoulders. She wasn't even sure that there was a word that completely summed up what it was that she wanted to say.
"...it's the way your lips down turn at the corners, it's the way that you get that little, almost invisible, dimple in your cheek by your nose when you smile...it's your freckles, and the way you raise your eyebrows..."
She paused as Connie's smile grew, her lips pursing against it and she glanced down between them as her cheeks grew pink.
"...everything about you, even the littlest things, make my chest ache."
She tailed off into a whisper, noting how when Connie glanced back up at her, her eyes were glassy and she had to clear her throat before she could speak.
"Umm-"
She swallowed, there was a lump in her throat, not from sadness, but from the overwhelming feeling of being loved as she was. She had always been loved for her potential, for what her status could bring to a relationship. Never before had she found somebody who loved her for who she was right then.
She wanted to tell Rita that she felt the same. She wanted to kiss her and tell her that she she didn't see as well without her, she didn't hear as well without her, or feel as well without her. That she would be better off without a hand or a leg than to be without her.
There were so many things she wanted Rita to know, but at the same time she felt suddenly exposed, aware that she had somehow always known where each of them stood. Known every time she opened a door for her or passed her the brown files of patients notes and their fingers had brushed. She had known she adored her, every time she had stared at her as she did now, with those disconcertingly bright-green eyes.
She was amazed at the places that love would carry you, and astounded to discover just how far she was willing to go for it.
She swallowed again against the pain in her throat and touched her tongue briefly to her top lip.
"This...how you make me feel...I felt it even before I knew who you were, when I first glimpsed you in RESUS, and every time I think it could not possibly get any stronger, it does."
Her breath caught and she rolled her eyes at herself, blinking back the tears, knowing she must look ridiculous, becoming so emotional all of a sudden.
Rita slipped her arms about her tighter and held her close whilst Connie drew in a long breath to steady herself.
"Well...I think now would be the perfect time to begin that massage, don't you?"
She asked quietly, twisting her fingers through Connie's hair and uncurling them slowly, running her fingertips across her neck making goosebumps rise across her chest.
Connie raised an eyebrow.
"I hope you're as good at these as you claim to be."
She said, feeling the cold air against her replace Rita as the blonde moved back from her to flick the light switch off by the door, leaving the room only dimly illuminated by Connie's bedside lamp.
"Let me show you."
She said with the raise of her eyebrows, and the glitter of mischief behind her eyes.
She reached out for Connie and took her hand within hers, leading her over to the side of the bed until the backs of her knees touched against the duvet.
Without a word Rita slipped her hands ever so slowly beneath the hem of Connie's jumper, raising it inch by inch up her body, waiting for Connie to raise her arms before easing it off over her head.
"On, or off?"
She asked, her voice a whisper between them as she smoothed her hands across Connie's chest, just brushing against the black lace of her bra to which she gestured to.
"It is entirely your decision..."
Connie replied, biting her lip against a smile as Rita arced one eyebrow, knowing what she would do even before she slipped her hands behind her back, her fingers undoing the clasp, the straps slipping from her, and Rita slid it from her body, letting it fall to the floor before gesturing to the bed.
"Lay down."
She whispered, and Connie obeyed her, lowering herself to sit before twisting herself so that she lay back, her head against the pillows, and Rita crawled up next to her, allowing herself only a brief moment to run her fingers across Connie's stomach before she reached for the fastening of her jeans.
She pushed the button free and lowered the zip, before gently pulling at the waist band so that Connie had to raise her hips, and the denim was pulled from her legs, slowly, over her thighs, her knees, and finally off over the point of her toes onto the floor.
Connie shivered against the duvet, her skin prickling at the chill in the air and Rita couldn't help but glance at how her nipples hardened and how her breath made her chest rise and fall just that little bit quicker.
She exhaled slowly and pushed herself up so that she rested on her knees, and slowly, carefully she began to undress herself, keeping her eyes firmly on Connie's until she was left in her underwear, dove grey lace against her skin that caught and turned silver in the light.
She leant down, closer to Connie than she had really meant to, her body glancing against hers as she bent to kiss her, a soft kiss that lingered longer than she hand intended for it to.
"Turn over."
She whispered, pulling back just enough so that she could focus on Connie beneath her. How green her eyes looked, how her lips were parted and her cheeks flushed.
Without a word she turned herself over, her body twisting so elegantly that Rita found herself staring at her, how her skin was lost in both light and shadow, how it curved and dipped and made her heart beat flutter.
Connie turned her face to the side, her hair curling neatly behind her ear and she closed her eyes.
Rita drew in a breath, she had been planning this moment all day, it had been there at the back of her mind in every waking moment, so she was surprised to find that now she was here, she was nervous to even touch her.
Ever so carefully she rose herself up, and placed one leg on either side of her so that she straddled her. She held her breath, she felt Connie's body twitch just slightly as she settled into position, and the ghost of a smile fluttered across her lips as she lay flat against the bed.
Rita ran her hands across the curve of Connie's back, her fingers tracing the rise of her shoulder blades, and the dip to her spine. She shifted gently, her thighs neatly tucked on either side of Connie's waist and she pushed herself forwards, leaning down to breathe feather light kisses across the elegant curve of the back of Connie's neck, and with her right hand she reached out for the bedside draw, opening it slightly and slipping her hand in, retrieving the small bottle of almond oil that she had hidden in their earlier that evening.
She sat up again, and the squeak of the plastic top opening made Connie open her eyes, she watched Rita through her eyelashes, squeezing the clear glossy liquid into the palm of her hands before setting the bottle down onto the bedside table and slowly she rubbed the oil between her hands.
Steadying herself with a breath, she placed her hands flat against Connie's back, her skin glistened as she moved, oiled and beautiful before her, her skin moving with every push of her hands.
She could feel the heat of her, and how beneath her skin her muscles fought against the tension that had built up. She pushed her fingers into her shoulders, kneading gently, but firmly, noticing how as she did so Connie's eyes flickered closed again and she exhaled, giving in...
She sucked in a breath, relieved that she must be doing something right...she ran her hands across her shoulder blades and down her arms, pulling gently at her wrists before her hands moved back up, all the way up to where her hair began at the nape of her neck, and then back down, down across her back, running either side of her spine to her hips.
She was so smooth, every inch of her so soft that it made her fingers tingle just to touch her.
With even lighter touches she curved her hands inwards along her sides, feeling her flinch, as her hands wandered up, between her ribs and her arms, just running back and forth over the muscles in her back, the very tips of her fingers grazing over and over the slight curve of her breasts that were pressed against the duvet, and Rita smiled as Connie expelled the quietest of moans without meaning to.
She could feel how her muscles seemed to be relaxing, how each one unfurled and became pliable beneath her touch, but as they did, she felt Connie's body move ever so slightly beneath her, how she pushed herself into the bed when Rita grazed the sides of her breasts with her nails, and how she shifted, her mouth opening, her eyebrows furrowing as her touch ran lower, and Rita shifted again, uncurling herself so that she could move lower, holding herself up above Connie's legs and working her hands over her hips to the backs of her thighs where she found herself paying special attention.
She pressed down firmly, the skin there turning glossy from the oil, and as Rita bent lower to place a kiss at the very base of Connie's spine, smelling the sweet smell of frangipani as she did so, Connie sucked in a breath and clenched her hands at her sides, the feel of Rita's lips on her back making her gasp.
She moved lower, and kissed the inside of her knee, tracing a trail of warm sweet kisses up to the inside of her thigh, where again she paused, smiling as she saw Connie's fingers flex and tense again, gripping hold of the white cotton sheets.
For a moment longer she just let her wait, she moved her fingers in feather light touches against her, biting her bottom lip against a smile as Connie's hips rolled against the bed, and between her legs she could just see the dampness of her underwear.
With one last kiss Rita gave in and moved back.
"Roll over..."
She whispered, watching the rise and fall of Connie's back as she paused, collected herself, and then turned back over again.
Rita smiled, she had never seen a more beautiful, more erotic sight than Connie Beauchamp laying before her in nothing but black lace knickers, her face flushed, her chest rising and falling and her eyes – her pupils wide and dark, everything, absolutely everything she felt visible within them – every unsaid 'I love you', every ache of want...
Rita crawled up above her, her legs spread over Connie's and she lowered herself down, pressing the full length of her body against the other woman's before kissing her.
Connie arced up against her, relishing the touch of their bodies, the press of their breasts, and how Rita rolled her hips against her, grinding against her, making her wetter, hotter, heightening every little movement that she made so that she frowned into the kiss, deepening it until she could barely catch her breath.
It was Rita who broke the kiss, gasping as Connie's hands took hold of her waist, holding her, pushing her down against her as she gave a gentle rise of her hips.
"I want you inside me."
Connie whispered, her breath coming hard against Rita's lips as she spoke.
Rita kissed her again, slipping her tongue against hers only briefly before pulling away and moving back down her body, though this time she took her time, and Connie felt she might stop breathing altogether as Rita toyed with the lace of her underwear, slipping her fingers beneath it and running them against her skin.
"Please..."
Connie arched her back as she begged, her body breathless and writhing as Rita ran the wet tip of her tongue along the skin of her inner thigh, higher, higher, but never quite touching where she wanted it the most.
Rita smiled against her skin, she could smell her, she could feel the heat radiating from her body and her skin caught the light, wet and bare, a copper gold in the dim light.
She exhaled against her, her breath making Connie shudder involuntarily and her fingers grasped the sheets once more, scrunching them up into fists at her sides and arcing her back even higher.
Giving in at last, Rita pushed her fingers into the elastic of her underwear and slowly she bought it down, letting the lace brush all the way along the length of Connie's legs before she turned back to her.
She felt Connie shiver as she sucked and nipped against her thighs before kissing her between her legs, pushing her tongue against her and tasting her for the first time, her breath caught in her throat and she sucked and kissed gently at first, memorising every breath of warm wet flesh, how soft she was! And how she tasted like the very moment of falling in love.
Connie reached for her blindly, her eyes closed, her lips parted, struggling for breath as she reached for Rita, pushing her fingers into her hair, threading them through the blonde strands, clutching her, never wanting her to stop.
She bit her lip against the urge to cry out as Rita's tongue entered her, she could feel her inside her, how hot her tongue was and how she moved, how she gasped for breath but pushed for more, so desperate for more of this woman who pushed her fingers inside her as her tongue teased her, and she uttered a breathless moan against every flick and suck of her tongue.
With one hand Rita ran the very tips of her fingers of her other hand up the fluttering skin of Connie's stomach, feeling it grow taut as she flexed and arced her back from the bed, and her hand met her breast, cupping it, rolling the very tip of her nipple beneath her palm so that Connie had to place a hand over her own mouth to keep from making too much noise.
She flexed her legs, rocking her hips against Rita's mouth until she could feel the white hot burn deep within her, she could feel every press of her lips and curl of her fingers, the hot wet flick of her tongue against her as her body tensed and fell, ached and crashed. She came hard, and she came slowly, rolling her hips, holding her breath, feeling nothing but Rita's fingers curling within her, her mouth open, kissing her, wanting her, tipping her over the edge-
She gasped for breath and she cried out, the worry that Grace would hear, forgotten.
She exhaled all at once, allowing herself to sink back into the sheets, and as her body stilled, there was the whirr and distant chime of the clock downstairs striking midnight.
Slowly and carefully Rita crawled up to curl up beside her, a hand on her cheek, noses touching, and Connie's eyes flickered open to look at her, but before she could utter a word, Rita placed a kiss on her lips.
"Happy birthday."
She whispered.
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Hope it was ok...very tired now...I've stayed up much later than I usually do writing this, so I hope I havent made any bizarre sleepy-errors...let me know what you think, as always!
xxx