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Jamie didn’t notice, not at first.
They had moved into their flat in Vermont just a couple of weeks ago, so boxes still scattered the rooms in some places, and they were constantly shifting things around trying to choose the perfect spot.
So all week, when Dani would ask her to do things, Jamie didn’t think anything of it.
“Hey babe, can you open this jar for me?” Dani had asked while she cooked dinner, at least a few times now.
“Would you mind carrying these boxes into our bedroom for me?” She called, arms full of clothes she was unpacking.
“Jamie, wouldn’t this side table look better over here instead?” She wondered aloud, one hand on her hip.
It’s true, Jamie is physically stronger, simply from the years of garnering, but still. After a few days her suspicion grows, that maybe Dani is asking her to do things she could easily do herself. Why? She would still have to figure that part out.
When she finally realizes it, they’re in the living room one evening, after having returned from a meeting with a contractor to finalize details for the space for lease downstairs. Jamie is splayed out on the couch with a book, and Dani is flicking through channels on tv, thumb rubbing across her girlfriend’s thigh absentmindedly. It seems there’s nothing good on, so Dani flicks the tv off and gets up to go choose a record to listen to instead.
She selects Amy Winehouse, puts it on, then takes a step back. Her face crinkles, and she looks like she’s considering something. Jamie looks up out of the corner of her eye, eager for Dani to join her back on the couch. She has grown to miss the comfort of the blonde’s body against hers whenever it’s not there.
“Babe,” Dani starts, and Jamie knows it’s the beginning of a question. “I think this snake plant would look better over in this corner instead, don’t you?”
She rests a hand on her hip again, pretending to be deep in thought but Jamie sees right through her.
“And why’s that?” she challenges, wanting to see if she can pry the real answer out of Dani.
“I just...uh... I think it might be getting too much sunlight.” Dani stutters, and Jamie bites her lip to stop from smirking.
This woman, who knows very little about plants (compared to Jamie, anyway), is trying to tell her how to care for them. There’s definitely a reason beyond the health of the plant, and Jamie wants to humour Dani.
“Is that right?” Jamie asks, and Dani nods, looking serious.
“Right then,” the brunette says, getting up from the couch.
Dani smiles, because she has succeeded yet again. She has been distracted all evening, ever since Jamie stripped off her flannel shirt, leaving just her tight white undershirt. And a perfect view of her arms and bare shoulders.
God knows Dani had tried not to notice. But every time Jamie had carried one of their moving boxes, or lifted her plants to the perfect places where they would thrive, or even reached up to adjust the rod in their closet, Dani had noticed.
She had noticed the slight bulge in Jamie’s shoulders, and the way her arms flexed with the effort. The way her skin went taught around her muscles, smooth and tanned from hours outdoors.
Dani had tried to ignore what the sight did to her, at first. The way she couldn’t take her eyes off of Jamie’s arms, the way her mouth suddenly went dry and the way her head spun. Even the way her breath hitched in her throat as she watched.
But after a while, she just couldn’t anymore. It was too much, too irresistible.
And so she found herself asking Jamie for little favours, lifting and opening things she maybe could have done herself.
For a while, she thought she was getting away with it. She was wrong.
Jamie bends down to lift up the snake plant in its pot, gripping it from the bottom. She carries it to the other corner, setting it down carefully. Then she turns around, to see exactly what she expected: Dani, bottom lip between her teeth, eyes wide and glued to Jamie’s arms.
“Earth to Dani...” Jamie jokes, waving a hand in front of her face.
Dani blinks. “Sorry, I was just- just thinking maybe it was actually better where it was... do you think so?”
Jamie smirks. By now, she’s memorized the exact signs that tell her when Dani is turned on, and she can pinpoint at least 3 of them right now.
“I think...” Jamie starts, wandering slowly towards Dani. “That someone has a thing for watching me lift things.”
Dani’s mouth falls open a little, like she’s about to say something, but Jamie stops her with a kiss, pulling her in close. When they break apart Dani’s cheeks are flushed and she bites on her lip.
“Would I be correct in assuming that, love?Or is there another reason you’ve been asking me to move things all week?” Jamie is certain she’s right, but she wants to hear the words from Dani.
“I-“ she stammers, “I just....fine, I do. I love your arms and how strong you are and I may have been asking you to do things for no reason other than I want to watch you.”
Jamie laughs at the confirmation of what she suspected was true, and also at how bashful Dani looks. The blonde ducks her head down to look at the floor, but Jamie reaches to tilt her head back up slowly.
“Thought so,” she grins, looking into Dani’s wide eyes lovingly. “And you know what? That’s fine by me, Poppins.”
Dani smiles softly before leaning in so their lips meet, and her tongue slides into Jamie’s mouth almost immediately. Their kisses are quickening but full of adoration, tongues brushing against each other and scraping along bottom lips. Dani’s hands roam Jamie’s sides, feeling enough bare skin from her sleeveless undershirt as she can get. At one point, they remember they’re in the middle of the living room so Jamie pulls back, breathless.
“So muscles really do it for you, huh baby?” she laughs lightly, and Dani nods shyly. “Who the hell knew.”
Suddenly, Jamie grips the back of Dani’s thighs and picks her up, earning a noise that is somewhere between a squeal and a moan. Dani wraps her legs around the brunette’s waist as she carries her down the hall. She assumes she’s taking her to the bedroom, but Jamie stops just outside it and pins Dani against the wall, still holding her up. She nudges a knee between her legs to help hold her up, and Dani groans at the pressure.
“Jamie,” she breathes, running her hands over Jamie’s flexed biceps. She feels Jamie smirk against her lips, knowing she must be loving this unexpected turn on she’s discovering. The feeling of being held up, pinned by her girlfriend is doing crazy things to her insides. She starts moving against the leg between her thighs, growing more and more desperate for friction. Jamie senses her impatience and lets one hand drift down to the button of Dani’s jeans, the other still firm on her side.
“Please,” Dani breathes, shoving her hand down to meet Jamie’s and push it into her unbuttoned pants.
Jamie laughs against her lips, but it soon turns into a moan as she feels how wet Dani is.
“Jesus, baby, I wish I’d known watching me lift things makes you this wet... I’d have carried you everywhere,” Jamie smirks, moving her lips down to kiss Dani’s neck. She sucks on her pulse point and hears a moan from the blonde, who is now tangling her hands in Jamie’s dark curls.
Jamie can tell Dani doesn’t need much preparation, so she slides a finger into her entrance then back out again. After a few thrusts she adds another, and Dani gasps. Her hips are moving in a steady rhythm now and her head falls back against the wall, giving Jamie better access to her neck.
“Shit,” Dani gasps as Jamie speeds up her pace. “Jamie... god, Jamie, yes-“ she repeats breathlessly, hands pulling the brunette’s hair probably a little too hard.
She isn’t sure how Jamie is managing to fuck her and hold her up against the wall at the same time, but Dani doesn’t even care right now. She wraps her legs around Jamie’s waist and groans at the change in angle.
Just when she’s about to ask for more, Jamie slides in a third finger.
“Fuck-“ Dani moans, “God yes baby... just like that.”
Jamie is spurred on by these delicious noises coming from her girlfriend, and scrapes her teeth into Dani’s neck.
The pace of her fingers speeds up even more, and they’re practically slamming back into the wall with every thrust but neither of them notice if it’s uncomfortable.
She knows Dani is getting close, she’s gripping her hair so tightly that Jamie hisses from the familiar sting. She doesn’t slow down, continues to pump three fingers in and out as she listen to the filthy moans escaping Dani.
“Jamie... fuck!” she pants, “I’m gonna... Jamie I’m gonna come-“
Jamie hums into her neck, kissing over the love bites she left there.
“Mmm that’s my girl, come for me.”
And Dani does.
Her head falls forward against Jamie’s shoulder and she bites down on the bare skin there to keep herself from crying out. Jamie’s strong hand under her thigh supports her, fingers continuing to move as waves of pleasure rush through her.
Her eyes squeeze shut and she can’t think of anything but her girlfriend inside her and how goddamn good this feels.
When she can open her eyes and breathe somewhat normally again, she finds Jamie’s lips and kisses her softly. Jamie slips her fingers out carefully, and sets Dani down slowly.
Dani practically falls against Jamie, clinging onto her and breathing heavily into her neck.
“So that was something, huh?” Jamie exhales, amused. She leans forward to press a kiss against the top of Dani’s hair, then tucks a loose strand behind her ear.
“Oh shut up,” Dani rolls her eyes at her girlfriend’s teasing but blushes slightly.
“Hey,” Jamie says lovingly, pressing a kiss against Dani’s lips. “I’m definitely not complaining.”