"I cant believe you did that..."
Rita bit the flesh of her bottom lip, and Connie turned to her as she closed the office door. The blonde's dark brown eyes glittered as she moved closer, reaching out, her fingers slipping over the curve of Connie's hips, digging in, tugging her nearer...
"Mmm?"
Connie pressed her lips together and smiled slightly, feeling the warmth of Rita's body against her own
"...I'm not sure my ego will ever recover."
She added, tilting her head to one side, noting with amusement how joyous the other woman looked.
"Ah well, I've got something planned that's far more important than worrying about your ego..."
Rita murmured, and again she bit her bottom lip, a habit which Connie found curiously arousing. She couldn't help but imagine her own flesh between those teeth...those lips...
"Have you now?"
She asked.
"If there's anything more important than my ego around here, I want it caught and shot immediately."
She added, a smile turning the corners of her own lips into a downwards arc.
Rita laughed slightly and looked up at her. This was it, she thought, with a flutter of excitement. The moment she'd fantasised about. She watched as Connie narrowed her eyes, as though she could plainly read the thoughts that played across her mind.
"Your desk."
She whispered.
Connie frowned slightly, though behind the hazel of her eyes was the look of mild amusement.
"Your desk..."
She said again, more firmly this time, though her voice was still barely more than a whisper.
She held out her hand, and watched as Connie hesitated before taking it. Was she wondering if she could really go through with this? Giving herself up...Mrs Beauchamp...she had Mrs Beauchamp's hand in hers, she guided her to the desk, and backed her up against it so that the backs of Connie's thighs met with the edge of the desk, and she couldn't help but lean back ever so slightly as Rita pressed herself up against her, her lips just a breath from her own, almost, but not quite kissing her.
Rita smiled slowly and lowered her gaze as she raised a hand to the buttons of Connie's shirt. She rolled the smooth button between her thumb and forefinger, noting how the fabric pulled ever so slightly, and beneath the fabric was the subtle quickening of the rise and fall of Connie's chest.
She rose up on tip toes, stilling the movements of her fingers and leaning against her. She paused, moments from her lips, just savouring the moment, looking into her eyes.
Connie felt her breath catch in the back of her throat. She watched the fluttering curl of Rita's lips as she contemplated her next move, she watched as her dark eyes glanced to her own mouth. She wanted to kiss her, to close the small distance between them, to pull her to her and taste her...
But she resisted, this was Rita's moment. Rita was in charge...
"What are you thinking?"
Rita's question caught her off guard, she had been lost in the brown of her eyes, and it took her a moment to respond.
"I'm thinking that I should have given more of a struggle. It's alarming how easily you've taken control..."
She murmured, and Rita smiled a self satisfied smile and raised the hand that had been at Connie's shirt to the curl of dark hair that had fallen against her cheek when she had backed her up against the desk.
"Glad you didn't...I don't know if I'm ready for 'full on Mrs Beauchamp', just yet..."
She whispered, now it was Connie's turn to smile. Rita pushed the hair from her cheek and tucked it loosely behind her ear. And then, with one final glance to the pink of Connie's mouth, she kissed her.
With vague surprise, Connie felt her whole body succumb to the hesitancy of the kiss. There was a moment of unsteadiness, a moment when Connie thought that perhaps Rita would pull away, she could feel her tense, could almost feel the realisation that the door was not locked.
But instead of pulling away, she kissed her more firmly. Her lips were soft, and tasted of honeysuckle lip balm, a sweet taste that touched Connie's tongue and made her pulse quicken.
Rita pushed the fingers of one hand into the hair that fell against the back of Connie's neck, allowing her nails to just lightly graze her scalp making her shudder, and once again she felt the older woman smile against her mouth. She rested her thumb against the curve of her jaw, just beneath her ear and paused in her kissing, just pulling away enough so that she could look up at her, eyes wide.
She felt a bubble of elation bloom within her chest as, with her other hand, she resumed the fingering of the button of her shirt. Only this time, she let her movements drop down, button by button. Connie seemed to hold her breath without realising. She shuddered as Rita's fingers reached the last button, and moved lower to the waist band of her trousers.
They didn't have much time, she knew that. Before long somebody would need her, and come looking, and after their earlier revelations, it wouldn't be too difficult for whoever it may be to guess where she was.
She glanced up, she saw the flicker of nervousness behind Connie's eyes as she slipped her hand down between the fabric of her trousers, and the warm skin of her stomach. She pushed further, the back of her hand against the zip, pinching her skin, she pushed lower, until her fingers met the elastic of her underwear, and she paused once more, watching...enjoying the flush that crept across Connie's cheeks, and how her lips were parted, just showing the white glint of her teeth, and how her eyes were lowered and dark, darker than she could remember seeing them before...
Deftly she manoeuvred her fingers beneath the silk and pushed lower, over the softest of flesh, until she met the wet heat between her legs, and she felt the tremble of her thighs about her wrist.
Connie tightened her grip on the edge of her desk, leaning back further, not trusting the wobble of her legs. She felt Rita's fingers move, running back and forth ever so slowly, teasing her, touching her, but never quite making it to where she wanted to be touched the most.
She closed her eyes, Rita watched her, saw the frown of concentration crease her forehead, and felt the ever so slight flex of her hips, as though she were desperately trying to coax her to where she most wanted to be touched.
She could sense her frustration, could hear the faint murmur of a moan from between her lips as she allowed her fingers to play, moving slower now, pressing her body against her own, twisting her hand almost painfully so that she could push the tip of one finger into her.
Connie inhaled sharply. She couldn't help but roll her hips, wanting more, and to her surprise, Rita obliged, pushing deeper with one finger, and then another, the knuckle of her thumb pressing against her, moving, rubbing...
There was a tightness in her chest, her head felt light and she closed her eyes even tighter. She could feel the pressure building quicker than she had anticipated, she could feel the slow steady curl of Rita's fingers inside her. She concentrated on the feel of them slipping so easily and in out, and the feel of Rita's breath against her throat as she placed sweet wet kisses about her jaw. She felt her body tighten around Rita's movements, increasing the pressure - a flex of muscles that made Rita gasp.
Her body grew taught, and Rita watched the way her chest rose and fell, her nipples showing hard through the white fabric of her blouse.
Connie shuddered again at the graze of Rita's touch, at the curl and push of her fingers. Her mind emptied of everything but that moment...of Rita, and only Rita. She caught her breath on a gasp, all of her concentration was on her muscles, on feeling the pressure build, of the gripping and releasing. Everything becomes more intense, the coming and going of pleasure building, the gradual release of pleasure building higher and higher.
She allowed Rita to take her over, she succumbed to her in that moment. Her limbs felt weak, and as the building tightness at the base of her stomach intensified, she found her waist encircled by Rita's left arm, holding her steady, holding her up against the buckling of her knees.
She cursed beneath her breath. There was a creeping of pleasure just at the top of her thighs. She focused on it, making it come quicker – make herself come quicker. It built - the crushing feeling inside, until she felt close to falling into It.
And then it shattered her, her nerve endings vibrated, thronged deeper and longer, spreading, gripping tightly, spreading suddenly as if heat of a wildfire, moving up her torso and down her thighs at the same time, making her catch her breath, rendering her limbs tense and immobile, trying to clutch at the blonde that made her breath hitch for just a moment too long so that her head spun, her thoughts blacked out and she was left with nothing but this burning force throughout her entire body.
She inhaled. She could feel her body trembling. Slowly, slowly her thoughts began to float lazily back into her head, her body relaxing.
"Fuck..."
She whispered. And Rita couldn't help but laugh, her lips vibrating against Connie's neck before she pulled away, looking up at the other woman who had fallen so fast into her arms.
"You're..."
Connie huffed out a breath and frowned slightly, suddenly aware that she had no idea what it was that she had been about to say. Rita grinned slowly, and leant closer to her as she removed her hand, glancing down quickly to see the imprint of Connie's zip running across the back of her hand.
They looked at one another for a moment, the sudden realisation of what they had just done – where they had just done it, dawning on them. Connie cleared her throat and stood up properly, smoothing her hands across her thighs.
There was a clatter from just outside that made both women jump, and from beyond the glass they saw Cal hurry past. Rita watched him, and drew in a breath.
"God...I don't know how I'm going to cope with everyone knowing..."
She sighed, speaking almost without meaning to as she stood, staring out of the office window. Connie closed the gap between them, looking over the blondes shoulder out of the glass to the ward beyond. She wrapped her arms about her, pulling her in, kissing the side of her head.
"Well, at least now we can share the repercussions..."
She paused, she could feel the flutter of nervousness within the pit of her stomach.
"You take the pin, I'll take the grenade."
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More soon. Apologies for the delay. I will update again this evening (promise!) Hope this was OK, slightly rushed due to the fact that it's nearly school pick up time. Let me know your thoughts, as always :) xxx