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“I thought they’d never leave!” Carla breathed a sigh of relief as the last of the Connor and Swain young’uns finally left her flat. She had been home from the hospital for a few days, and dialysis was going well, but they were always there, fussing over her, hovering, treating her like a sick person. She knew she was, and she did appreciate that she was fortunate enough to have so many people to care for her, but she just wanted to feel normal for a little while, not some ailing invalid.
“I know,” Lisa sympathised, sitting down next to Carla on the sofa and brushing her hair back off Carla’s face. “It’ll be good for you to finally get some proper rest without them clunking around.” She leaned over and pressed her lips lingeringly to Carla’s forehead. “Do you want me to clear out for a few hours, too?”
Carla closed her eyes and leaned into Lisa when she kissed her forehead. She had had nothing but forehead kisses for weeks. She loved them, but she needed more. “No. Actually, there’s something I need your help with in the bedroom.”
“Oh. Alright!” Lisa agreed, immediately getting to her feet and re-entering ‘carer mode’. “Here, let me help you up.” She held out her hand, but returned it to her side when Carla waved her off, opting to get to her feet unassisted.
“I’m fine. Stop treating me like an invalid. Please,” she requested. She rested her hands on Lisa’s upper arms, pushing with one and pulling with the other to encourage the blonde to turn away from her. Satisfied, she then grabbed both hips and stepped up behind her, careful not to get her tube trapped between their two bodies.
“What are we? Oh…” Lisa felt Carla’s lips on her neck, and the grip on her hips intensifying. She loved that Carla seemed to appreciate what one of the guys at the station had once openly admired and called her ‘dump truck’. Stupid enough to have said it in front of one of their superiors, it had taken less than half an hour for him to end up in front of HR. It had taken far longer than that for Lisa to feel comfortable embracing her curves. Now that they were together, Carla had made it easy.
“Mhmm…”
Lisa moaned. When Carla was particularly ill, sex had been the last thing on Lisa’s mind. Once she started improving and giving her that look, though, constantly licking and biting her lips and refusing to break eye contact, how could Lisa not have felt the pull? Carla had been eye fucking her from the hospital bed for days before she came home, and continued to do so now they were back at the flat. The partners’ support group she had joined for dialysis patients had all advised that they should trust their significant other to know whether they were ready for intimacy or not, but Lisa was still hesitant.
Carla could sense her partner’s reservation and bit down on her shoulder firmly. “I’m fine,” she assured her. “It won’t be an all-afternoon marathon, but if you don’t get in that bedroom soon we won’t have to worry about a new kidney because I’ll combust and die.” She slid her hands around to Lisa’s front and caressed her stomach and ribs through her shirt. “I promise I’ll tell you if it gets too much,” she said quietly. “But I need to feel like you still want me.” She paused, insecurity coming to the forefront. “If you still do, that is… It’s okay if you don’t.”
The blonde turned so she could look at her partner. “You’d really be okay with that?” she asked, teetering between shock and concern.
Carla looked down, wiggling her toes into the pile of the rug on the floor. “I’d accept it. I’d understand it.” It would shatter Carla’s heart into a million pieces, but that would be infinitely better than Lisa feeling that way and sleeping with her anyway.
Lisa reached out and took hold of Carla’s chin, tilting her face up. “Haven’t you seen how I’ve been looking back at you? I almost lost you, Carla. That in itself made me desperate to feel you and know you were still here and still mine. Then adding on how hard you’ve been fighting to get through this, and those damn joggers and hoodies…” she trailed off, biting her bottom lip. “I don’t want to put you under pressure, but the second you say you’re ready, I’m there.”
By way of response, Carla kissed Lisa heatedly. Fingers tangled roughly in silky blonde hair as she slanted her mouth against her lover’s, licking into her mouth and then sucking her bottom lip firmly.
Lisa gave as good as she got, sucking on Carla’s tongue and moaning. She started to pull Carla towards the bedroom, putting an arm out behind herself to feel around for any obstacles that may be in their way. She slammed the taller woman up against the inside of the bedroom door when she closed it, backing off quickly and holding her hands up. “Sorry, sorry!” she apologised, worried about the tube.
“It’s fine,” Carla assured her breathlessly, pulling Lisa back in to continue the kiss. This time it was Carla who backed them towards the bed, hastily undoing Lisa’s jeans and sliding her hands down the back of them to grasp two handfuls of the arse she was so obsessed with. She stopped when they got to the bed and pulled her hands out from down Lisa’s pants. It was a necessary evil if she wanted the blonde naked, and she made the most of it by practically tearing Lisa’s jumper up over her head and ducking down to attack her breasts hungrily, re-marking her territory with dark, passion-filled hickeys. Lisa’s decision to not wear a bra while they were lounging around the house had made Carla’s access easier, and she wasn’t complaining. “Pants,” she instructed the other woman. She laid a hand on Lisa’s side and the other on one of her breasts, squeezing with just the amount of pressure her lover liked.
Lisa didn’t need to be asked twice. She pushed her already-open jeans down over her hips, getting them as low as she could without bending over and interrupting Carla whose lips were, by that stage, wrapped around her other nipple.
Recognising Lisa’s dilemma, and being slightly closer to the ground in her current position, Carla helped get the jeans the rest of the way down and then started on her own.
“Lemme,” Lisa requested breathlessly, pulling Carla up by the hair to continue the kiss. She had been pleasantly surprised early on to find how much the other woman enjoyed having her hair pulled, and there was very little Lisa couldn’t encourage her to do with a judicious tug on those gorgeous brown locks. Her fingers left her hair and made quick work of Carla’s jeans and underwear before grasping at the bottom of her hoodie.
“No,” Carla told her, breaking the kiss and resting her hands over Lisa’s. “Keep it on.”
“Okay, you don’t have to take it off,” she whispered breathlessly. Lisa wanted to tell Carla it was alright, but ultimately that was going to be part of a longer discussion where they decided what their new ‘normal’ would be moving forward. “Can I still play with the girls?” she requested. “Through your hoodie.” She could tell Carla didn’t want her putting her hand up there and potentially encountering the tube.
“If you want.”
“If I want?” Lisa asked with a throaty laugh, unable to conceive of a time when she wouldn’t want to get her hands on Carla’s breasts. Carla was into arses, hips and thighs, and for Lisa it was all about boobs. Always had been.
Carla smiled at the response. They both knew how much Lisa liked her tits, and the brunette was pleased to see the enthusiasm hadn’t died down as a result of her changing circumstances. She caressed every patch of bare skin she could reach while Lisa reacquainted herself with ‘the girls’ as she affectionately referred to them.
Over the clothes action wasn’t really what Lisa had in mind, nor what she was used to when it came to Carla, but she was glad to get anything at all. Carla being alive and well enough to want this felt like a small miracle. Other places she would have kissed or touched were covered- her arms, her stomach, her back, between her breasts and her navel were all frustratingly inaccessible, but she was still able to hold Carla’s waist and bring her thigh up between her legs, groaning at how wet she was. When Carla immediately started to grind against it, Lisa decided it was time to cut foreplay short.
The brunette let out a frustrated groan when she felt Lisa remove her thigh. She could have gotten off grinding on it, had she just been given half a chance. “Please?” she asked hopefully.
“What do you need?” Lisa breathed as she helped her partner to lay down on the bed, adjusting her hoodie for her and rubbing reassuring thumbs over her hips, the look in her eyes telling Carla she was mindful of it and Carla had nothing to worry about- Lisa had her.
“Strap,” Carla husked. “You were so flippin’ hot taking charge and letting me know you’d make sure everything was taken care of while I was in hospital. I have never wanted to be fucked by another human being so much in my life.” She knew toys weren’t the only way to achieve that, but the strap-on was right at the top of both of their lists when things were this heated.
“That got you going, did it?” Lisa asked, surprised, while she pulled the toy out of the nightstand drawer and started to put it on.
Carla bit her bottom lip, eyes darkening, and nodded. “More than you will ever know,” she confirmed. The thought made her fucking feral.
The blonde finished making adjustments and looked down at Carla on the bed. The brunette appeared to be unconsciously, minutely, lifting and lowering her hips, and she didn’t think she had ever seen her so wanton. She lubed the toy up while she thought about how best to work around their current challenges. Ultimately, she decided that the best way to not risk upsetting the tube was to get on her knees between Carla’s legs, sitting most of the way back on her own feet and ankles. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but she had a feeling it wasn’t going to take long for Carla to get what she needed anyway. She took the other woman by the hips then and lifted, resting Carla’s arse on Lisa’s thighs with one leg on either side of the blonde’s waist, spreading her wide. “Look how wet you are,” she groaned, scooping some up on her finger and then using her fingertip to coax Carla’s clit out from its hood.
The brunette’s hips jolted and she shot Lisa a warning look. How she managed to communicate ‘don’t you dare tease’ with just her eyes was beyond Lisa’s understanding, but it worked.
“You sure?” The look intensified and Lisa took that as her cue, shifting the two of them so she could line the head of the toy up with Carla’s dripping entrance. Glad she was already lubed up and ready to go, she pressed her hips forward slowly and felt her partner’s body willingly accept the head of the navy blue toy. Carla’s pleased moan got the better of Lisa, and she held onto her hips and pressed the toy the rest of the way in in a long, smooth motion.
Carla let out a moan like Lisa had never heard from her before, arching her neck and straining her body up towards Lisa as she felt her bottom out. “Fuuuuck. Daddy!” She froze, suddenly silent. Holy shit. Did she just say that out loud? She had never called a man ‘daddy’, and now her petite, arguably reasonably femme girlfriend was apparently responsible for uncovering (or was it creating?) an entirely new, and incredibly embarrassing kink. “Oh god,” she said, covering her face with her hands. “Lisa, I’m so sorry.” She was mortified.
The blonde had stopped, but only because Carla had frozen. She wasn’t quite sure what to do. Would Carla be upset if she didn’t stop? She went with her gut- and the truth. “Honestly, I kind of liked it,” she admitted with a shy grin. “Nobody’s ever called me that before, but it’s hot coming from you.” She rested a hand on Carla’s lower belly and used her thumb to rub her clit, hoping the extra stimulation would help keep Carla from getting too lost in her head and ruining the mood.
Carla hissed and her whole body twitched when Lisa played with the sensitive bundle of nerves, an involuntary response to the stimulation. “You sure?” she asked.
“Positive. Talk about it later?” she offered. “I’m really into this.” When she received a relieved look and a nod of approval she pulled back with her hips and withdrew the toy almost all the way before sliding in again with more confidence this time, knowing that the first time hadn’t hurt Carla. It seemed, actually, it had done quite the opposite.
“Again. Harder,” Carla encouraged. “I’m fine. I’ll tell you if I’m not. Please.” She guided Lisa’s hand off her lower abdomen and back onto her hip so she had a decent hold on them both.
“Please who?” Lisa teased with a smirk.
Carla shot the blonde a warning look, trying to look serious and tough while the blush on her cheeks gave away her humiliation (which, incidentally, appeared to be doing it for her, too).
“Please who?” Lisa repeated, a touch more serious when Carla didn’t respond. “Say it one more time. I want to hear my mucky girl ask for what she wants.”
Carla groaned. The only part of her Lisa was deeper in than her cunt was her head. She knew exactly what buttons to push. “Please, Daddy,” she repeated, being made to say it again only fueling her arousal.
“Good girl,” Lisa praised, knowing from experience the effect that that would have. She picked up the pace then, driving the length of the toy relentlessly into the moaning, quivering woman she intended to spend the rest of her life with.
“Fuck, Lisa,” Carla gasped breathlessly, writhing as her whole body started to tense. She knew it was going to be a powerful orgasm from how tightly coiled she was, unable to relax a single muscle in her body while she dangled so close to the precipice. She felt one of Lisa’s hands leave her hip and grab onto Carla’s which had been gripping the sheets like her life depended on it. The blonde guided her hand then, positioning it to make it clear what was expected of her.
Lisa watched as Carla turned her head to the side, eyes closed, as she started to rub her own clit, and LIsa had never been more desperate to make her cum. “You’re doing so well” she encouraged. “So good, taking me like this, baby.” Between holding part of Carla’s body weight up and the ceaseless, powerful thrusting of her hips she was starting to build up a sweat. She knew it wouldn’t be much longer now, already intimately familiar with every single one of her lover’s signs that she was right at the edge. “Don’t fight it,” she encouraged. Carla’s main sex organ, Lisa was convinced, was her ears. She had never met someone so responsive to carefully-chosen words. “Just let go. I’ve got you. Always. I promise.”
That was all it took for Carla to come completely undone, eyes squeezed shut and face contorted as she screamed, her body shaking more violently than she’d ever known it to before as pleasure completely overtook her body.
Lisa didn’t know if Carla had blacked out, but it did seem that after a few minutes of silence the other woman stirred and finally seemed present in the room again. She had pulled out and removed the toy by then, tossing it aside and spooning Carla from behind. “Shh, take your time,” she whispered when Carla’s mumbles weren’t quite comprehensible. She smiled against her lover’s shoulder and buried her face in her neck. “I love you, Carla,” she told her softly. “I’m so glad you’re home safe with me. Where you belong.”
Carla, in response, rested her arms over Lisa’s, both of them avoiding her tube. She’d reciprocate, but right now she was in no fit state to do anything other than be cuddled and doted on.
The blonde continued to be sweet to Carla, touching her gently and reassuring her that she was safe and loved. She always took the time after a particularly raunchy session to make sure Carla knew that she was valued, accepted and loved. Aftercare, without the BDSM. For as long as it took for Carla to come back to herself, Lisa took care of everything.
“Thirsty,” Caral whispered, pulling the sleeves on her hoodie up around her elbows. It was hot, having sex with it on, and she was going to have to find another way to feel comfortable with her body because hoodies in bed weren’t going to cut it long-term.
“I’ll be right back,” the blonde promised, kissing Carla’s cheek and pulling on her dressing gown. She padded out to the kitchen, glad they’d managed to get the flat to themselves to reconnect. Lisa hadn’t gotten off, but what they had shared was nothing short of spectacular from her point of view.
She swung the door to the refrigerator open, and pulled out two water bottles. Closing the door, she went to check her phone when it dinged, wanting some warning in case it was one of the ‘kids’ saying they were coming home. Instead, she had a text from someone entirely different.
Steve McDonald: I take it Carla is home and feeling better.
“Oh, god,” Lisa said quietly to herself, realisation striking. The Street Cars office wasn’t empty.
Lisa Swain: Yeah. Sorry, Steve. My shout next time we’re at The Rovers’.
Steve McDonald: Better make it dinner too, Daddy.