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No one could have prepared Serena for Jenevelle Hallowleaf’s playful side.
(Not that she’s complaining, of course. Quite the opposite).
Serena’s certain her girlfriend of almost a year will be the death of her.
And what a glorious death it will be.
What else is supposed to think, when Jen has been giving her a certain look all morning?
It’s bad enough they’ve Isobel and Aylin jogging up the trail just a few paces ahead of them, let alone with Jen conveniently taking up the rear of the group, her gaze fixed on little else other than Serena’s backside.
And Jen’s so-called water breaks? Stopping Serena every two minutes and dousing herself with her bottle, making an absolute spectacle of slowly pulling the mouthpiece from her lips, droplets of water trailing into the lovely dip of her chest?
She laughs at the stunned sweep of Serena’s eyelashes as she blinks herself back to reality, heart pounding obscenely fast and not because of the cardio, and flits ahead back to the safety of Aylin and Isobel.
And yes, despite the ache in her core and the sudden dryness in her mouth, Serena shakes her head and hustles after her, smiling all the while in pleased disbelief.
It’s impossible not to love their little games of cat-and-mouse.
What’s more, it means Jen feels comfortable again- to be playful, to seek out affection, to return it without trepidation.
Serena has clocked her worst running times since moving to Reithwin, and she can’t even begin to be upset about it.
Entire days can unfold like that, sometimes. Jen is an expert at drawing her in, holding her attention, occupying each and every one of Serena’s thoughts.
Serena is convinced the attraction between them is never-ending; Jen commands the entirety of her heart, her affections, her mind, body, and soul- all without lifting a finger.
…Though she does bat an eyelash or two when she’s inevitably swarmed at The Last Light.
It’s becoming more of a regularity with Astral Prism’s rise on the charts; but Jen has always been something of a legend in Reithwin, anyway.
Though Serena doesn’t work for Aylin and Isobel anymore, she still finds herself slipping in behind the bar to relieve Aylin from time to time, upon some of their many visits.
It’s a small act of mercy to their closest friends, and Serena always enjoys feeling helpful. And on a busy night like this, it becomes a great help.
Only…it’s considerably difficult to sling drinks and chat up the locals when Jen exists in any capacity, let alone making her rounds in the bar.
It’s all part of her game, Serena can tell from the little half-glances she gives her, the same mischievous smile from that morning tugging on her lips occasionally. She cautions a glance at Serena every now and then, and a spark seems to light up between them every time their gazes meet.
Serena has to marvel how every time with Jen feels like the first time.
At times it feels as though she’s nothing but a terrified newcomer to Reithwin, and Jenevelle “Shadowheart” Hallowleaf is this beautiful, unattainable , literal rockstar of a personality.
…Only now , she knows Jen like the back of her hand—has seen her at her worst and her best, held her and been held by her, tasted her smile upon her lips, and drunk her laughter many times over.
She knows what Jen wants, what she needs , and she is all too willing to be the one to sate her desires.
It’s difficult to focus on mixing cocktails and not on the thigh-high slit of Jen’s skirt, so perfectly in view as she’s greeted by yet another excitable patron, so close, and yet so far from Serena’s reach behind the bar.
A flash of a camera; the afterimage burning in her gaze momentarily.
Another easy pour- whiskey, neat, like the last three.
Jen’s laughter, bright and carrying above the din of music and chatter. Her gaze absolutely sparkles when it meets Serena’s. She bites her lip slowly, intentionally.
Serena nearly drops the glass she’s holding.
A slow pull this time, the stout settling into place. Aylin hates smudges on the pint glasses. Someone’s whistling for her attention.
Jen brushes parted bangs from her gaze before draping an arm lightly over a shoulder for the next photo.
The sticky slide of a cocktail napkin beneath Serena’s palm as she knocks it into the bin.
By the time Serena fetches a new bag of ice, and returns it to the tray, there’s a new patron occupying the seat before her, and she can hardly keep the smile off her lips.
Serena feels the slender fingers wrapping around her wrist before she sees the familiar painted nails, black, and the rings adorning her fingers.
“Finished making your rounds, your highness?” Serena inquires teasingly; though the moment gives her deja-vu to the first night Jen had approached her in The Last Light.
“Yes, Isobel should be happy with the charity we’ve provided.” Jen declares loftily, and then grins when Serena rolls her eyes, bringing Jen’s knuckles to her lips. She kisses each knuckle gently, reveling in the way Jen’s gaze instantly softens, her eyes becoming wide and vulnerable.
For a split second, the little game of push-and-pull pauses between them. There is only sweetness, in this moment.
“Hi.” Jen whispers, almost shyly - it’s well known that no one in Reithwin could have this effect on her, other than her girlfriend.
“Hi.” Serena offers her entire heart with the simple word, and Jen feels her own heart flutter in her chest as a result.
They get a few stares; most of Reithwin knows they’re an item- or that Jen is taken , at the very least, but it is an oddity to see a bartender so familiar with a patron, so Serena can’t blame them for doing a double-take.
It will never get old; that feeling of pride , knowing Jen chose her . It’s not something Serena has felt too often before in her lifetime, pride …but Jen is teaching her differently, every day.
“Would you make me a drink?” Jen offers her a pretty pouty look and a gaze under meticulously done smokey eyes and mascara; a look that Serena would do unspeakable things for. “Seeing as you haven’t had the decency to throw the towel in and haul me off to bed, yet.” She adds coolly, batting her eyelashes most innocently.
Serena nearly chokes on her next words. “ Jen .” she croaks.
“And here I thought my cozying up to fans a little might rile you up a bit. But, my , look at you…” Jen drawls, delighting in the response she’s finally eliciting from Serena. “Unflappable as ever.”
“You certainly haven’t made it easy.” Serena admits, reaching for a wine glass from the overhead rack. “-the entire day, actually.”
“So you have noticed my efforts.” Jen smiles innocently as Serena sorts through Aylin’s reserve, enjoying the view as she bends over to turn away.
Serena turns, and catches her red-handed.
Jen shrugs helplessly; she can’t help but enjoy the view.
“ Naughty .” Serena tuts with a pleased shake of her head as she works to uncork a Malbec chosen from the top shelf of Aylin’s reserve under the bar. Jen seems more interested with the delicate twist of her fingers, and the way her undershirt clings to her arms, flexing slightly with effort as she draws the cork out.
“Worthy of a punishment, surely?” Jen murmurs, looking up at her through a curtain of smokey eyeshadow and lush lashes, and Serena’s breath catches in her throat.
“…If that’s what you’re after.” Serena’s proud of her ability to recover, and Jen seems to relish in the promise. “…And I always notice you, Jen.” She adds in earnest with a little smile.
Jen doesn’t think she’s ever known romance before Serena; every day she finds a new song to play upon her heartstrings, a new way to make her fall ever deeper in love with her.
Green meets amber and the world stops around them again.
“Tell me- when is your charity shift up?”
“Whenever my girlfriend says it is.”
“Very good.” Jen whispers.
Energy dances between them as Serena steals a sip of wine before sliding it to Jen, their fingers brushing as Jen accepts the offering with quiet thanks. She eyes the faint print of lipstick Serena has left around the rim of the glass and smirks, focusing on the maroon shade that’s lined her inner thighs so many times.
She holds Serena’s gaze as she takes her first sip, baring her neck slightly, all too aware of Serena’s battle to keep her eyes from tracing the column of her neck down the plunging neckline she wears.
Jen smirks into her glass; she’s never wanted someone like she wants Serena- it’s good to know that she still manages to captivate her, after nearly a year spent as lovers.
Jen beckons her forth with a curled index finger and Serena is at her mercy, bending over the counter.
“Can I take you home, after this?” Serena tilts her head playfully, asking as if they don’t already live together most days out of the week, like she doesn’t typically wake up with a mess of raven-colored hair splayed around her every single morning.
Jen remembers the first time she’d asked her that; how safe she’d felt with her, despite being three glasses of wine deep at the time. She remembers the excitement she’d tried to hide behind a lofty facade.
She can’t help but snort out a cute laugh at the question, caught off-guard and temporarily falling out of character of the seductress she’s been playing all day.
The sound makes Serena smile; she’s suddenly deaf to the other patrons, the music, anything and everything other than Jenevelle Hallowleaf; and that’s how she likes it, in all honesty.
“...You may.” Jen tells her exactly the same words she’d heard nearly a year prior; words that changed the entire course of her life, if Serena really thinks about it.
Jen hides her smile behind a sip of wine, and whether she’s flushed from the wine or simply rosy-cheeked at all the flirting, Serena adores the sight either way.
“...But you’d better make it quick.” Jen whispers, tasting the wine on each word and drawing Serena in ever closer to slightly-red lips.
“Why’s that?” Serena asks, rather stupidly, because every thought she has when inches away from Jen’s lips is really more habit than conscious thought.
“Because I want you to make me forget everything but your name, tonight.” Jen’s words drip with desire, and she says it just low enough to go unheard by the patrons beside her.
Serena drops the towel on the counter without another word.
“Jen-” Serena pants as she fumbles to scan herself into the apartment complex elevator, having barely made it home and parked without Jen causing her a (most pleasurable) early death. “Baby…” She whimpers as Jen drapes herself against her back, kisses littered against her neck with little regard for who can see them.
Jen smirks against the skin of her neck at having evoked the pet name, kissing a fresh mark under Serena’s jaw. It’s been a full day’s effort, but she seems to have properly wound up her girlfriend just to the point of no return.
Jen’s perfume is intoxicating, as is her entire existence ; Serena doesn’t have the strength to deny her anything, let alone deter her.
Serena wonders just how long Jen has planned this delicious assault; but it’s working to perfection , now.
Jen’s sweet whispers in her ear, her stray touches in the car, her antics in the morning and at the bar- everything revolves rapidly in Serena’s mind as they stumble into the elevator, grateful for the privacy the closing doors afford them.
“ Jen.” Serena whispers, and this time, pulls her flush against her, face to face in the rising lift.
Jen winds her arms around Serena’s neck, grateful for the inch or two gained from her heels as she does so, drawing her in for a messy kiss, so eager to taste her.
Serena’s lips are soft ; Jen loses herself in the sensation as Serena’s fingers play with the baby hairs on the back of her neck.
Jen almost purrs into the kiss, humming softly at the sensation, and bites softly at Serena’s lower lip, tugging slowly, drawing out their kiss. Serena’s other hand, resting at the small of Jen’s back, slowly trails lower, cupping her and slightly lifting Jen, earning a pleased yelp from her as a result.
Jen nods frantically into their kisses, as if trying to convey that this is what she needs .
“ Serena .” Jen hisses the name, her favorite name she’s ever uttered, and forgets the words when she feels the tip of her tongue swipe invitingly against her lips.
A bright ding reminds them that they’re in an elevator , with two floors to ascend, yet.
It’s admirable, really, the way Serena manages to pull apart from Jen and stand in front of her, as if she were really exposed in any sense of the word.
Jen barely can catch her breath before the sight of their intruder is revealed.
It’s an elderly woman- a very cross looking one, to boot.
Her name…Ethel … was it?
In any case, Ethel looks none too impressed, wearing a scowl deepened by aging lines on her face as she takes in the sight of them, disheveled and equally covered in lipstick.
Serena looks ready to strike up a conversation, or at least an excuse for their sorry state, bless her; but Ethel is the furthest thing from Jen’s mind, in all honesty, and she’d prefer to keep it that way.
She yanks Serena out of the elevator without another word, safely out of earshot of any elderly women with a nagging agenda.
There isn’t time for distractions.
“Where are you-oh!” Serena allows herself to be tugged by Jen- (frankly, she’d follow Jen to the ends of the Earth without so much as a question)- curious as she is, until Jen rounds the corner and bursts through the stairwell.
The door echoes as it shuts behind them, and Serena glances at Jen curiously as she looks up at her.
Jen answers her unspoken question by yanking her into the narrow corridor and kissing her senseless, pressing her back against the wall.
“Oh my- Jen .” Serena can only moan as Jen slides a bare hand up her shirt, raking her nails against her bare abdomen, tightening slightly under her touch.
“I couldn’t wait.” Jen sighs, leaning back down to suckle a kiss under Serena’s ear.
“C-Can see that.” Serena sighs in absolute bliss as Jen draws her into another kiss.
“I’ve waited for this all day .” Jen murmurs, but it seems more like she’s been waiting her whole life , judging by how she pulls in futility at Serena’s top.
“What’s gotten into you?” Serena teases, though her voice comes out equally as desperate, equally as wanton.
Jen’s eyes twinkle with mirth, and Serena is reminded that it is one of the most beautiful sights she’s ever seen. “With any luck, you , repeatedly , by the end of the night.” she traces a finger along Serena’s abs and stomach, enjoying the chills she seems to cause all over her.
“... Jen.” The single word is loaded, almost as if issuing a warning.
Serena’s gaze seems to go lidded as she pictures Jen’s meaning, and Jen steals a kiss from her pliable lips, laughing at her expression as she retreats up the next set of stairs, Serena giving chase.
They laugh and stumble after each other down the proper corridor like careless children, once again lost to time and the world around them. As much as there’s desire and mischief in their shared gaze, there’s a fair amount of innocence, too. There seems to be a certain safety between the two of them, a sanctuary of their own design. Serena stops in front of the door and fishes in her jacket pocket for the keys, and Jen winds herself around her, making it that much more difficult with countless kisses peppered to Serena’s face.
Serena pauses in the doorway with a little smile when she finally manages to get it open; she always smiles when she enters, because Jen’s personal effects have slowly accumulated in every corner of the apartment.
It’s something Jen usually laughs off; her girlfriend is sentimental, if nothing else, but this evening, she can see the gratitude in Serena’s gaze as it rakes over Jen’s coats, her laptop, her mugs and shoes, and everything else she’s brought over.
Jen’s eyes water with the realization that all of that awe in Serena’s stare is for her .
Jen has often been called beautiful, been the object of many romantic pursuits, but she has never known love in this way. For all her bravado, she will never seem to understand why she was lucky enough to win the affections of someone as loving, as well-adjusted, as kind and beautiful as Serena.
…And it need not be said, but Jen cannot remember ever sharing anything even resembling love with Shar. That manipulation could never be called love.
There was no laughter interrupting their kisses, no pillow-talk afterwards about trivial things that made them both smile, no intimacy beyond her wildest dreams, as she shares with Serena.
“Welcome home.” Serena teases as she deposits her keys on the hook mounted by the door, blissfully oblivious to Jen’s inner musings.
Jen feels a flutter of warmth in her chest at the words.
Home.
Jen has lived her entire life in Reithwin, but only since meeting Serena has it ever felt like home.
Jen’s next gambit is nothing more than a thin, lacy set of purple lingerie, and she revels in the way Serena’s brain ceases to function for several moments after seeing her in it for the first time. Though flattery does little for Jen (and though Serena seems to be the exception to that rule), she can’t deny how satisfying it is to know that she’s succeeded in capturing Serena’s imagination.
Jen does manage to tug Serena’s shirt off, eager to admire the toned form she’d spent all morning ogling. She does get a glimpse of a toned abdomen, and tight arms that seem only to want to wrap around her.
But it’s not long before she’s pressed back onto their bed; gently, of course, it is Serena, after all.
Jen’s own breath catches in her throat when Serena kneels before her, amber gaze taking in every inch of porcelain skin and admiring every dip and curve.
Jen remembers Shar’s scrutiny all too well; Serena’s eyes twinkle with affection, desire, love. It’s night and day, and Jen is eternally grateful for the light she provides.
“Do you like it?” Jen catches a lip between her teeth, asking as if there’s any possibility that Serena won’t be captivated by her.
Serena shakes her head in utter disbelief at the mere question, laughing softly as she traces a fingertip along Jen’s thigh delicately. “You’re unreal .” Serena informs her earnestly.
Jen’s heart trips over itself as Serena settles between her thighs, tracing tantalizing circles over each of them as she presses her lips to the soft flesh there.
Jen leans up to watch, so engrossed in the way Serena seems to fall in love with her all over again, starting with each kiss she peppers against her inner thighs.
Serena admires the faint lipstick stains left behind on creamy pale thighs as she kisses her way past the garter-style tattoo wrapped around Jen’s leg. She’s deliciously cruel in her pace, deliberately trailing up ever slowly, drawing the sweetest of whines from her lover.
“You’re drawing this out.” Jen warns, though her voice comes out in more of a shaky sort of whisper, and she feels Serena smiling against her thigh.
“Mhmm.” Serena hums carelessly, kissing a trail upwards, towards her hips.
“Don’t.” Jen tries to growl the demand but it’s more of a whine when Serena’s lips brush the joining of her hip and thigh, never ceasing in their path to bring Jen to the brink of ecstasy.
“Payback.” Serena whispers, pressing a single kiss over the fabric of Jen’s panties, groaning softly at the wetness she’s greeted with.
Apparently, Jen has been awaiting this moment with bated breath.
Serena’s hands trail the curve of Jen’s hips, bringing her closer to her mouth with a little tug that causes Jen to yelp in surprise.
“D-didn’t know you had it in you.” Jen provokes, and Serena pauses for a second, clearly taking stock of her words.
Their eyes meet, and Serena’s heady, lidded gaze nearly makes Jen’s heart stop as she inhales deeply, pressing teasing, cruel kisses just off to the side, carefully avoiding finding purchase where Jen needs her most.
“You did ask for a punishment.” Serena laments, though her voice is thick with lust now, and Jen is practically vibrating in anticipation.
Serena gingerly peels back only the top portion of her panties, and she presses tantalizing kisses once more above a neatly trimmed patch of curls, everywhere but where Jen needs to feel her.
“ Serena. ” Jen huffs, and her fingers find purchase in Serena’s hair, never more annoyed with her intricate bun than she is now.
“You’re not going to beg me for it?” Serena drawls. “What’s the matter, love? Tired of your own game?”
Damn.
Jen has to admit, she hasn’t anticipated Serena matching her seductive, domineering efforts at every step in the process.
There’s a distinct ache between her thighs, throbbing at the notion that Serena will have her way with her, when all is said and done.
In truth, Jen knows she could do away with all this with nothing more than a brief ask; Serena only wants to bring her pleasure. In fact, it’s something they’d discussed several times, earlier in their relationship.
Serena hesitates with Jen, at times. There have been moments in which Jen can only read guilt in her gaze, as if handling her with anything less than the utmost care will break her.
Jen knows Serena hesitates because she loves her, because she fears to do anything that might evoke an unpleasant memory for Jen, anything that might take her back to the time she was under Shar’s thumb.
It’s laughable , to Jen, because Serena could never be anything like that monster. Seeing Serena restrain herself, her own desires, for fear of hurting Jen in any way only confirms that fact. Jen wants Serena; and not just in her most gentle capacity.
It’s good to see Serena becoming a little more comfortable with the notion that Jen will not break ; at times she craves their back-and-forth, the same attitude Serena had given her that raised eyebrows at the beginning of their acquaintance.
“I’m not hearing begging.” Serena laughs softly against Jen’s inner thigh when she feels a pointed tug at her hair. She looks up at Jen with a little smirk, eyes twinkling with delight at the present before her that she waits in anticipation to unwrap.
“Fine. Please.” Jen huffs out in impatience.
“Please what?” Serena delights in asking her the follow-up.
Slowly, Serena traces a fingertip over the fabric slowly in a vertical line, and she licks her lips taking in the evidence of Jen’s arousal, a damp patch forming.
“God, Serena, just-” Jen huffs. “Please, fuck me. ”
The words seem to have the right effect, this time.
Every muscle in Jen’s body goes stiff with anticipation, and Serena takes a moment to admire her; the taut expanse of her abdomen, her narrow waist, the purple lace of her bra, the strain of her neck, the furrow of her brow that Serena adores kissing away.
Every fiber in Serena’s body tells her to savor Jen; to taste her, to feel her, to draw out every second she gets to spend with her lover in this capacity, making her feel bliss over and over again.
But Jen requested that she forget her own name tonight, and Serena is nothing if not a giver, in the bedroom.
She slowly peels aside the fabric of Jen’s panties, and lowers her lips for her first taste, sighing blissfully when Jen cries out in pleasure, hand tightening its hold on Serena.
A woman possessed, Serena fully loses herself in bringing pleasure to Jen; like she always seems to.
Jen’s head flops back onto the pillow and she writhes in pleasure as her girlfriend expertly tends to the growing ache between her thighs.
Serena pauses only once ; it is solely to catch her lover’s gaze and hold it as she descends again, so intent on making Jen understand the depths of her affections, her attraction, her love.
Jen’s insides melt at the gaze boring into her own, and her legs shake as Serena descends upon her once more, lifting her thighs slightly to better position Jen onto her lips.
Serena hums in delight at Jen’s essence, her taste, and each lap of her tongue against a slickened petal gives way to a full bloom of pleasure.
Serena’s lips glisten and come away wet as she whispers Jen’s name like a prayer. A hand splayed against Jen’s lower abdomen can feel the tensing she causes as she devours Jen, switching her pace and the stroke of her tongue whenever she feels Jen adjust to a particular pattern.
“You’re so beautiful, Jen.” Serena mumbles as she slowly brings a single finger to trace and tease, never entering her fully.
From the slight cant of her hips, Serena can tell that Jen wants nothing more than to sink herself onto the length of her finger, wanton and desperately clenching around nothing at all.
“God, Serena, please , inside.” Jen manages to gasp as Serena gives her the sweet mercy of obedience, just this once, and acquiesces to her demands.
Jen’s silken heat tenses around her finger and Serena hooks her finger gently against her walls, giving her only a taste of relief of the unrelenting ache, the stretch she so desperately craves. Jen wants to be filled with Serena, overtaken by her entirely.
Serena is so attuned to Jen’s every twitch, every roll of her hips, and she slowly adds another finger to her slow thrusts, eyes blown at the sight before her.
“Good girl.” Serena mumbles the words as Jen’s hips lift to meet her thrusts.
Jen preens at the praise, Serena can feel the effect of her words as Jen hisses slightly in delight.
It’s the way she curls her fingers, hooking them against Jen’s front wall on every thrust that seems to elicit needy moans and gasps from Jen, amplified when Serena drops her lips back to Jen’s clit, eager to make Jen see stars. A third finger is added, and Jen sighs as she feels herself clench down around the length Serena provides.
As much as Jen wants to watch Serena bring her to the cusp of her orgasm, she finds her eyes squeezed shut in overwhelming pleasure as Serena’s thrusts seem to pick up speed, causing the rise and fall of Jen’s chest to quicken.
It’s as if her entire body seizes at the sudden euphoric sensation that washes over her, but Jen goes truly boneless and merely shakes , a silent, wordless cry emitted from her lips.
Serena watches with reverence in her eyes; that is her goddess tangled in the sheets before her, and bringing pleasure to Jen is her religion.
Serena gently maintains her thrusts, careful not to overstimulate Jen as she leans away instead to kiss the side of her knee in appreciation. She finds as much beauty in the process as she does in the aftermath, watching the steady rhythm of Jen’s breathing as she stabilizes from her high.
Jen finally laughs, all she can manage to do, covering her eyes with the back of her hand as she exhales in a most pleased exhaustion.
“Good?” Serena asks, mostly in jest, as she slowly kisses her way up Jen’s body, starting at her thighs, and taking her time on the way up.
Jen peeks out from behind her hands, sighing blissfully at every kiss meeting her skin, eager to yank Serena up to her lips and taste herself.
“Satisfactory.” Jen shrugs, playing coy, and Serena snickers against her ribcage, pausing the trail of kisses she’s been making before picking back up, kissing along the tops of her breasts as they peek out from the lacy purple bra.
“Hm. Is that why you’re still shaking?” The words are whispered in the dip of her cleavage, and Jen feels a fresh set of chills running down her body at the closeness, the sensation of Serena’s lips grazing sensitive skin.
Jen’s fingers find purchase against Serena’s back, and she rakes her nails gently as Serena descends upon the column of her throat, to the side of her neck. She leaves a bruising kiss in her wake, apologizing weakly with a swipe of her tongue over the spot, before nibbling softly on the outer shell of Jen’s ear.
“Tell me, Jen.” Serena coaxes sweetly, softly, her breathy whisper setting Jen’s entire soul ablaze with fresh arousal. “Can anyone else make you come like this?” She taunts.
Jen nearly combusts on the spot.
Okay, so Serena knows how to answer her most bratty inclinations. She finds herself even more attracted to her girlfriend as she calls the bluff on her unimpressed act.
“No.” Jen admits in a gasp, and she relishes in the way Serena seems pleased at the answer, pressing a kiss to her cheek, along her scar, and finally to Jen’s lips, soft and begging to be kissed. “No one.” Jen gasps and confesses all at once; though they both know it to be true.
“Tell me what you want.” Serena pulls away long enough to ask, and Jen chases her lips, so desperate to have all of her.
“More.” Jen’s eyes glint with an unmistakable spark of mischief, and Serena realizes Jen will certainly be the death of her.
“ Jen.” Serena hisses in pleasure as she feels a kiss pressed just above her thigh, Jen’s hands deftly fastening the strap into place.
Serena can only watch; Jen on her knees before her, tightening the belt of harness with a flourish, though she remains knelt at Serena’s hips.
“ You took your time.” Jen shrugs innocently, and looks up at her from long lashes that do absolutely nothing to keep Serena’s mind on track.
“What are- oh .” Serena’s eyes go so wide she fears they might fall out for a moment, when she realizes what Jen is doing.
Jen is reaching for the protruding silicone length, never ceasing eye contact with Serena as she leans forward in what she hopes is a most enticing manner. Slowly, she presses a kiss to the tip of the length, enjoying both the confusion and arousal she notes in Serena’s gaze.
“ Jen…” Serena croaks .
Jen cannot deny, there’s something about driving Serena- usually stoic and reserved, and so very polite- to the point of breaking . There’s raw and desperate desire , in Serena’s gaze, in her touch, and though she’s tempered it with sweetness, with love, Jen wants her to know that there is nothing wrong with desiring her in this way.
In fact, Jen hopes to encourage these desires.
She trusts Serena implicitly; and so she takes the lead, hoping Serena will understand that Jen is hers , as she is Jen’s.
Serena’s legs hit the back of the bed and she can hardly stabilize herself as she watches the length push past Jen’s full lips, coming off with a little pop.
“Tell me I’m yours, Serena.” Jen whispers seductively, and she watches her girlfriend’s mind short-circuit right before her eyes.
It shouldn’t be as paralyzingly attractive as it is, but Jen’s submission is the stuff of pure fantasy . Jen doesn’t break her gaze as she flicks her tongue against the underside of the length, and the movement jerks against Serena’s core, drawing a hiss out of her.
“ Fuck , Jen… ” Serena trails off.
Jen pauses expectantly.
“Mine.” Serena hisses, and Jen smiles around her. “God, mine… .” She tastes the word on her tongue, as if in disbelief.
Immediately, Jen feels a surge of desire at the words she likes to hear most.
Serena’s thighs flex as Jen’s hands find purchase on each one to get a better angle, sighing softly in awe at the muscle she finds there. Serena finds herself uncomfortably wet already as Jen picks up her pace, and Serena finds everything- the sounds , the slight bob of her head, the way she looks up at her with those pretty green eyes- entirely hypnotizing.
But it’s when Jen guides Serena’s hand to gently tug on the top of her braid that the visual seems to fully stun Serena into silence.
Make me yours.
Jen hums in pleasure at the softest tug against her braid, and responds by taking Serena’s length even deeper as a result, giving herself to her without uttering a single word at all. Jen basks in the limelight of her performance, intimately aware of how Serena cannot peel her eyes away from the show of submission for even a moment, so infatuated with Jen’s every move.
Her eyes fix on Jen’s lips, and Serena surprises Jen when she brings her fingertip to Jen’s lips instead, watching Jen’s eyes light up as she recognizes the gesture.
Jen’s lips part softly, and she flicks Serena’s fingertip with her tongue, letting out a muffled half-chuckle at Serena’s gasp.
Serena presses forward slightly and then retracts, and Jen sucks on the tip of her finger, letting it go with a slick pop , as Serena drags her thumb against her lower lip.
Jen looks up at her with a gaze so loving , so eager to be ruined by her , and Serena cannot find it in her heart to deny her anything at all; not that she would want to.
Ready? The unspoken question hangs in the air between them, and Jen’s eyes glint with excitement.
Serena’s hands find purchase on Jen’s hips, squeezing softly as she watches in awe as Jen rolls her hips atop the stiff length, slowly working it into her.
Her nails dig into Serena’s bare shoulders as she clenches her teeth in pleasure at the sensation of being filled, Serena’s eyes fixed on the rhythmic, riding motion of her hips. Her arms flex with the effort, and Serena eyes her tattoo, the way it seems such a natural part of her.
Jen moans as Serena lifts her own hips to meet her as she lowers herself, and Serena tries to memorize the sound, the soft panting from Jen’s lips as she slowly accommodates the stretch.
Serena tries to make herself useful beyond watching Jen slowly bounce up and down atop her, so mesmerized by every movement, every sway of her bangs as she tilts her head back in pure enjoyment. Serena leans forward and does away with her bra clasp, hands nearly shaking as she undoes the garment.
Jen’s breasts spill from the hold of the bra, and Serena kisses a path up each breast, making note of how Jen sighs softly at her ministrations. She laves and sucks at each stiffened bud and pauses only when Jen’s back arches for a moment, so pleasantly surprised by the sensation. The sway of Jen’s breasts captivate Serena for a moment, and it’s as if she’s unsure of where to look, so thoroughly besotted with every inch of Jen that she’s almost overwhelmed.
“ Yes , god, you feel so good .” Jen moans, and Serena feels her heart stop in its place at the praise.
Once more, Jen is a vision , her entire body taut as she rolls lush hips and slots them against Serena’s, each roll of her hips filling her more than the last.
“Jen.” Serena whispers her name, not trusting her voice otherwise, because how can she?
Jen is riding her , picking up her speed as she gasps at the sensation, dropping her head into the crook of Serena’s neck.
Her hips roll effortlessly as she grinds down onto the length, coated in the slick evidence of her arousal for Serena. Jen’s senses are ablaze under the mouthwatering assault she endures, Serena’s hands returning to her hips to guide her bouncing motion.
Jen laughs - a gleeful sort of yelp when Serena adjusts the angle of her hips as best she can under Jen’s weight, and she hits a new spot against Jen’s inner wall.
“Don’t you dare stop.” Jen nips at her earlobe for a minute, never once ceasing the rhythmic circular motion of her hips, almost as if she’s dancing against Serena’s lap.
She purrs after the fact, the sound sending pleasant chills down Serena’s back, and Serena finds new strength in her pleasure, so very eager to give Jen everything she possibly can.
“ Jen.” Serena gasps at a particularly sharp drop of Jen’s hips, whipping herself atop the length of the strap; each motion pressing against Serena’s core, only furthering to fuel the fires of attraction raging within her.
Sweat and heat gather between them, though neither party seems to mind, so totally engrossed in their joining, in being as physically close as reality can allow.
“ Jen, you…” Serena’s words die in her throat; they feel insufficient for the weight of the emotion she feels. Jen is beautiful in the throes of passion, and when Serena secures an arm around the small of her waist, Jen shakily reaches forward to cup her cheek.
Jen’s breathing is ragged and she lifts her hips slightly to get a better angle, kissing Serena languidly and messily, swiping a tongue over the scar she so adores on Serena’s lip.
Serena’s thumb comes down to rub tight circles against Jen, drawing a needy moan from Jen’s lips, right into her own.
“You’re perfect.” Serena mutters the words, lost against Jen’s lips, and Jen seems all too keen to receive the praise, clenching down at the sound of her lover’s impassioned whisper.
Jen’s thighs shake with the effort, and she gasps softly as she tries to reclaim Serena’s lips with her own. “-close.” She pants the single word in a messy kiss against Serena’s lips, her jaw, her chin, so desperate to have every piece of her. “-I’m so close.” Jen’s whisper is shaky and muffled by the deluge of kisses she cannot help but press against every centimeter of Serena’s mouth. “Please, Serena…” Jen begs, and it takes every fiber of Serena’s being to abruptly stop the circular motions of her thumb, the rolling of her hips to meet Jen’s.
Jen’s eyes go murderous and Serena nearly laughs at the scowl she suddenly wears, but she knows denying Jen at this point in their game is nothing less than a death wish.
Serena taps Jen’s thigh expectantly, motioning for her to pull away.
Again, Jen regards her as if she’s set herself on fire; eyes wide in disbelief, and a litany of curses just waiting behind those kiss-swollen, pouty lips.
Serena holds her gaze expectantly, and the unspoken message in Jen’s gaze is all too clear: You’d better have a damn good reason for this.
If Jen ever criticized Serena’s sense of rhythm during one of their band practices, she’s well and truly sorry.
Jen can do nothing but bite into her pillow as Serena beats into Jen’s soaked core with metronome-like consistency, her fingers tracing lines along the bare expanse of Jen’s back, settling again on her hips.
Occasionally, Jen finds a break in the absolute bliss Serena is giving her, and turns her head just enough to catch sight of them in the mirror over the closet door.
Serena’s sweat-slicked figure is seemingly carved with the elegance of myth, strength and grace, muscles meeting soft curves at her hips, and Jen is utterly taken by the sight of her. She is beautiful in every sense of the word, eyes closing occasionally she lets out a soft gasp at the sensation, her heart hammering in her chest.
Muscles in her back flex as she reaches for Jen’s braid with one hand, though her tugs are soft, not nearly enough to cause her any pain.
Her grasp on Jen is gentle even now, though she pulls Jen backwards by her hips to meet her in a thrusting rhythm, unable to tear her eyes away from where their bodies meet.
Jen bites her lip at the sounds filling the room; at the feeling of Serena draping herself against Jen’s back, never ceasing her steady rhythm as she rolls her hips into Jen’s.
Serena kisses along her back in a trail, and when Jen catches a glance at the sight of them in the mirror, she nearly blacks out. The sight of Serena, sweat slicked and grinding against her, slowly lowering her further into the mattress with each thrust, sends Jen’s desires into overdrive.
Serena’s lips press against her back, and Jen can feel, rather than hear, her whispers- something about how much she loves her, how good she feels, what good girl she is, praise after praise for her beloved.
All Jen can focus on is the rhythmic driving of the shaft within her, stretching her, Serena’s hand slipping between her thighs once more to guide her to the point of forgetting words.
Serena’s errant glance catches a glimpse of the fresh sheen of arousal coating the length as she gives to Jen, and she nearly folds right there on Jen’s back. Though she nearly falters, she regains her momentum, driving her hips into Jen’s, biting her lip at the resounding slap of skin against skin.
Jen’s eyes find the reflection of Serena’s hips, tight thighs and a shapely rear rolling against Jen now, pressed into her in the most tantalizing way. Jen wants to taste every drop of sweat beading off the expanse of her lover’s tan body, off the swell of her hips.
The necklace Jen gifted her for a birthday sways between her breasts, and Jen finds herself in a state of hypnosis by the way she ruts into her, boring steadily against her clenching inner walls like a drill.
Jen’s fingers fist in the sheets, the very first sign that she’s coming undone. The next- how vocal she becomes, each thrust drawing a breathy whine out of her that seems to enchant Serena and give her the strength to continue.
She makes Jen nearly sing in pleasure at one point, yelping out as she bites into the pillow, her knuckle, anything that’s available to her, though it’s an exercise in futility. Even if Jen’s cries aren’t heard, or Serena’s soft groans of pleasure, the sound of the headboard repetitively striking the wall is sure to get Serena a few angry calls and notes, come tomorrow.
Jen looks forward to reading them.
Serena drives Jen into the mattress with renewed vigor at the sound of her pleasure.
“ Seren-a !” Jen hisses, the word interrupted by a vicious snap of Serena’s hips, the sounds of the length slipping into wetness echoing in the room.
“Does that feel good, baby?” The words have no right to be doing what they’re doing to Jen, but she melts at the name, at Serena’s cooing tone, despite how she fucks her, alternating between slow strokes and then speeding up whenever Jen has caught her breath.
Jen thanks whatever deities that might exist for her girlfriend’s stamina; she sees now why Serena insists on detangling from her embrace in bed every morning to go out for her runs.
Serena’s eyes flit to the muscles in Jen’s back, flexing as she arches her back in efforts to better offer herself to Serena, and she sighs softly at her beauty, like she’s been carved by the most talented of hands, from the finest marble.
“I-” Jen tries to tell Serena what’s coming, but the words die in her throat as Serena picks up the pace again, chasing Jen’s pleasure. “I- fuck. ” She sucks in a breath instead as Serena brushes against just the right spot in her with a swing of her hips, burying herself to the hilt in Jen’s heat.
Serena pulls back, groaning at the sight of the tight, shapely rear before her, the freckle she loves to kiss when draped against Jen’s back, when making love to her.
And then she withdraws entirely, guiding the length from Jen’s gripping core until she hears a gentle pop.
Jen inhales, ready to inform Serena that she will be sleeping on the couch for such an egregious mistake, but Serena is flipping her over , and the breath catches in Jen’s throat.
“Let me see that beautiful face.” Serena whispers, breathless from her exertion, a rosy tint to her face and cheeks, her chest heaving as she draws in air.
Jen can only glance up at her with wide doe eyes in this moment, so enamored with her and so absolutely in awe at the gentleness with which she’s handled, despite the passion with which Serena works to bring her to pleasure.
Jen is in love .
Her lips part slightly and she glances up at Serena; in her eyes she sees more than desire, more than lust; she sees adoration , safety , solace. It’s never just about the physicality of their relationship; every time she so much as touches Serena, be it a brush of their fingers, or an all-consuming kiss, Jen feels love blooming in her heart.
Serena smiles at her, and Jen thinks she can die happy, in this moment.
But Serena seems to remember that she has a goal, and this time, an arm comes down on either side of Jen’s head, supporting her as Jen feels the tip of the silicone length brushing teasingly between her legs once more.
Jen’s legs come to wrap around Serena, and her arms find their usual home, wound around Serena’s neck and pulling her ever closer.
“Ready?” Serena gives her the courtesy of a warning, but Jen pushes her hips forward in response, meeting the length as it’s gently pushed within her. Jen whines as she sinks onto the length, and Serena moves her hips from left to right, drawing a sultry, filthy moan from Jen as she clenches around her suddenly.
Slowly, she withdraws, and snaps her hips again, until she hears Jen’s soft gasp of pleasure upon hitting the same spot.
Serena thrusts her hips forth.
Again.
And again.
Jen feels tears forming in her eyes as Serena works into her, giving her what she so desperately craves, what has been occupying her thoughts.
Serena tells her she loves her, over and over again, messily whispered into Jen’s ear as she rolls her hips into Jen’s.
Jen’s senses are assaulted by the faint smell of Serena’s perfume mixing with her own, by the white hot pleasure she feels rapidly building in her core, by the strands of Serena’s hair tickling her with each thrust.
The muscles in Serena’s arms tense with the effort to keep herself upright as she thrusts her hips, lost in the kisses Jen keeps drawing from her lips, so needy and desperate for her. Jen makes a scrambled mental note to kiss every available inch of Serena’s body when this is over; to massage every aching muscle until Serena is the one reduced to a needy, bumbling mess under her touch.
“You’re- you’re so good .” Jen praises in a shaky whisper as Serena fucks her steadily, their bodies slick and sliding easily against one another. “I-I-” she can’t get the next thought out, and her body seems to seize in anticipation of what’s coming. “ Please, please, please -” she chants senselessly, and she’s ever-glad she has a partner she can be so vulnerable with, someone she can fully give herself to without fear of ever having it used against her.
“You’re close.” Serena doesn’t ask , she’s learned to read Jen’s tells like a book, at this point. “Is this what you wanted, trying to get my attention all day?” Serena coos, and accents the question with a thrust that has Jen already seeing stars. “Is this what you were imagining?”
A part of Jen fears to confirm it lest she wants Serena to stop yet again , but a bigger part of her knows Serena won’t stop for anything , this time.
Jen nods, and it’s messy and frantic. Her nails dig into the back of Serena’s neck, her shoulders, as the pleasure builds with each and every thrust.
“That’s it.” Serena coaxes, and she knows these words will drive Jen wild. “Be a good girl and come for me, Jen.”
Jen hasn’t a choice, and after those words, she really doesn’t. Serena’s voice wraps around her like a blanket of lead, suddenly weighing her down in the most delicious manner, and Jen’s body erupts in a fit of pleasure as the build-up of tension and desire finally comes to a head.
Jen cries out her name, again and again; it is all she remembers, all she knows. She wants to join their very beings in this moment, unable to bear even an inch of space between their rapidly beating hearts. Serena invades her senses, and Jen gives herself to the tidal wave of pleasure that crashes down around her.
Jen cries ; tears gather in the corners of her eyes in disbelief at the sensation; her body tingles with pleasure, hyper-sensitive from all the stimulation so expertly provided. Her chest heaves as she struggles to breathe steadily through her contractions, each one winding her up and stealing the breath from her lungs in the most beautiful way.
It’s as if she’s floating , weightless as a veritable waterfall of pure ecstasy rains down around her, suffocating her in the best way.
Serena doesn’t cease her movements for some time, though exhaustion begins to take over as her hips slow to a still, her arms shaking violently as she finally collapses atop Jen, dropping her weight, still buried within her.
For a few minutes, they remain still, without a single word uttered between them.
Serena pants, her face buried in Jen’s neck, littered with fledgling hickeys and lipstick stains, and finally rests for a moment.
Jen’s legs remain locked around Serena, keeping her just in place, and she traces slow and steady circles against her lover’s back, drawing a pretty little sigh from Serena for all her efforts.
“Satisfactory?” Serena murmurs the word softly, in the dip of Jen’s neck, and Jen cannot help but laugh with pure joy, the movement gently shaking them both.
“...Hm…favorite childhood color?” Jen whispers, nestled into the freshly changed sheets, wearing nothing but one of Serena’s old band shirts.
“Green.” Serena answers readily, arm wrapped around her waist as they lie spooning in the darkness of their shared bedroom, showered, clean, and sated beyond measure.
A black ball of fur is tucked into the pillows above their heads; their kitten, Ebony, has taken to sleeping there at nights, calmed by the warmth they provide.
“You can’t retroactively change your answer because you like my eyes now.” Jen snorts in amusement, and Serena pinches her hip in response.
“Well if I knew you then, it would have been my favorite color.” her retort comes softly, sweetly.
“How sweet . You are aware we’ve already slept together?” Jen grins. “No need to win me over.”
“Yes, that was my angle all along.” Serena sighs when Jen kisses her hand, clutching the arm around her and holding it tightly to her chest. “I haven’t fallen hopelessly in love with you or anything like that.”
She can never tire of their banter- even when it’s senseless and the topics are menial, just an excuse to hear each other’s voices as the haze of sleep begins to claim them both.
Jen turns so that she can face Serena, adjusting her head on her pillow as Serena slings her arm across her waist, watching her curiously.
“Jokes aside.” Jen clears her throat, and her gaze flits down to Serena’s lips for a moment as she contemplates her next words. “I…I wanted to thank you.”
Serena sobers, her brow furrowing slightly. She looks well and truly perplexed by the statement. “Whatever for?”
Serena looks almost offended by the notion; but Jen knows it’s because she doesn’t do anything to receive gratitude. It’s simply not in her nature.
“...We’ve spoken about this. I…I’m still not used to having something like this. Like us .” She begins, sounding more nervous than Serena is used to hearing her, and Serena reaches forward, brushing a stray hair out of her high and tucking it behind her ear.
“Neither am I.” Serena promises earnestly.
“What’s more…I know that not everyone is like you.” Jen murmurs, and laughs softly as she shakes her head. “What am I saying? There’s no one like you .”
Serena knows Jen’s true intent; she’s referring to her time with Shar. She nods, encouraging her to continue with a soft gaze that glimmers even in the darkness of the room.
“There was a time when I didn’t think my life was going to get any better.” Jen admits with a furrowed brow, clearly falling into memories of those darker days. “...I settled for what was in front of me, even when it was hurting me. And…it scares me to think I might never have realized that I deserved more …that anyone deserves more than that .”
“You did that all on your own.” Serena admits kindly. “You realized it before I ever met you.”
“But that’s just it.” Jen shakes her head slightly in disbelief. “I…I may have realized that I wanted more, but you showed me what more was.” Jen sighs, flustered. “I’m a bloody lyricist and somehow I can’t find the words to say-”
“ I love you ?” Serena recommends with a soft chuckle, and her smile- just a glimpse of it, even in the dark; it makes Jen’s heart sing .
Jen stills for a moment, a sweet smile blooming on her lips, just for Serena. She sighs softly, ever-more in love with her with each passing heartbeat.
“Serena?”
“Yes?”
“I love you.” Jen tells her not for the first time, but revels in Serena’s awed smile all the same, leaning closer to steal a taste of it for herself.