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The TV screen glows softly in Reno’s dimly-lit apartment, casting staticky flickers over the cluttered coffee table. Empty takeout cartons, a half-finished twelve-pack, and two controllers tangled in their own cords—all basking in the fuzzy blue glow. The game’s frozen on a “Game Over” screen, some poor bastard stuck mid-explosion.
Neither Reno nor Rude have moved to unpause it. Reno’s slouched sideways along the couch, bottle dangling between her fingers, one leg kicked over the back like she's trying to get her blood to pool someplace new. On the other end, Rude's sitting more solidly, knees spread, elbow resting on her thigh as she nurses her drink. Reno's lost count of what number they're on. It’s a rare weekend off—and in true fashion, they've been buzzed more or less since noon. Reno feels warm from her head to the tips of her toes; more relaxed than she's felt in months.
“So,” Reno says, tipping her head towards her partner with a lazy grin. “That girl you left the bar with last weekend… short hair, neck tattoo? I think I saw her at the corner store the other night.”
Rude doesn't look over. She's even drunker than Reno is, despite her size. It manifests in the barest hint of a flush on her cheeks and even fewer words than usual.
“What was her name again?” Reno shifts in place on the couch, sitting up just enough to make it count.
Rude shrugs, barely acknowledging her. “I don’t remember.”
“Oh, bullshit you don’t.” Reno grins. “She looked like the kind of chick that eats nice girls like you alive.”
Rude finally glances at her, her eyebrow ticking up. “She was fine.”
Reno scoffs. “‘Fine,’ she says. Did you at least get her number?”
Rude shrugs a second time. “Didn’t need it.”
“Oh my god. You’re a player.” Reno lets out a scandalized gasp.
Rude’s mouth twitches. Just slightly.
Reno leans in, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Alright, then. Spill. What went down? Or… should I say who?” She snickers at her own joke.
“Reno.”
Reno barks out a laugh. “Oh, come on. Don’t play the ‘secretive and mysterious’ card now, man. We’ve been partners for, like, a decade.”
Rude tilts her beer bottle toward her. “You wanna know that badly?”
“Hell yeah I do! You left together looking like you were gonna fuck in the alley.” Reno lifts her bottle to her mouth. “Which is saying a lot. That alley’s nasty. I should know.”
“We went back to her place, you nosy fuck.” Rude kills off the rest of her beer before reaching forward and grabbing another off the coffee table. She pops the cap off and leans back, sinking into the couch cushions as she takes a long sip. “Some of us have class.”
“Did you sleep over?”
Rude gives Reno a long-suffering look that tells her all she needs to know.
Reno whistles low. “Damn, Rude. Okay. Okay. So, what, you rocked her world, disappeared into the night like a gentleman—and never called?”
“She was loud,” Rude says. Casually, like she’s reporting on the weather. “Neighbors knocked.”
Reno nearly chokes on her beer. “Holy shit,” she says in between coughs, grinning wide. “You’re a fucking menace.”
Rude shrugs again—that same infuriatingly mild gesture she always does when she knows exactly how much power she’s holding and exactly how little she needs to use to keep Reno on her hook.
It pisses Reno off. And turns her on, which pisses her off more. She nudges Rude with her foot, harder than she needs to. “Alright, c’mon. What’d you do to her?”
“Why do you need to know so badly?”
“I’m bored. And nosy,” Reno snickers. “And now I’m invested, so cough it up.”
Rude’s quiet lasts a second too long so Reno comes in hot with a final layer of guilt-tripping. “You never tell me shit,” she says. “And I tell you everything.” There. That'll do it.
“Just to be clear, I have never asked you to do that,” Rude says. She takes a long drink from her bottle, watching the screen like she’s thinking about starting a new round, even though neither of them have moved in half an hour. The game's been paused for so long that the looping 8-bit music’s started to sound like a taunt. She sighs. “Hand stuff, mostly. Nothing too crazy.” Then, like it's nothing: “We scissored.”
Reno sits up straight. “You what?”
Rude doesn’t even blink. “You asked.”
“No, I—I asked what you did, not if you recreated some porny middle-school fantasy.” Reno throws her hands up. “That shit’s not real.”
Rude turns to stare at her, a look halfway between pity and exasperation written all over her face. “It definitely is.”
“Bullshit. It doesn’t actually work. It’s all for show.”
“It works if you know what you’re doing.”
Reno makes a face like she just got secondhand embarrassment. “God, you’re serious.”
“Mhm.”
Reno leans back, burying her face in her hands. “You actually did it?”
“Yeah.”
“And it wasn’t, like—awkward? Or boring?”
Rude’s mouth twitches. “No?”
Reno frowns. “...Was it, like, weird, though? Did it feel weird?”
Rude’s expression doesn’t change. “It feels good.”
Reno throws her hands up. “Unbelievable.” She drops her hands and squints at Rude. “Okay, but logistically—what the fuck do you even do? Where do the legs go?”
“Depends on the angle.”
Reno stares. Rude takes another sip.
“...On the angle,” Reno repeats flatly.
Rude hums. “And on how you’re trying to make her come, I guess.”
Reno makes a strangled noise and waves her beer in Rude’s direction like she’s trying to swat her away. “Ugh. Shut up. You can’t say that like it’s a science experiment.”
“You asked.”
“Well, I regret asking.”
“No you don’t.”
And she’s right. Reno doesn’t. Because now the words are stuck. Lodged somewhere between her ears and her pussy. She can’t stop picturing it—not the stupid porn version, but Rude. Something real. All that muscle and confidence and stoicism. Holding some girl just right, not saying a word, letting her fall apart beneath her.
Or… would it be above her? Next to her?
Reno still hadn't sorted out the logistics. She swigs her beer too fast and burps quietly into her sleeve.
They lapse into silence again, but it’s thicker now. Reno’s slouched in the same way she was ten minutes ago, but now her foot keeps twitching, her thumb rolling over the lip of her bottle. She can’t stop glancing sideways, catching Rude’s gaze out of the corner of her eye.
After a while, she says—mostly to the ceiling— “So… you’ve made girls come like that.”
Rude doesn’t even blink. “Of course.”
“And you? You can come like that?”
Rude exhales. “...Yeah.”
Reno makes a face, mutters something unintelligible, and drains the last third of her beer like it’ll help. She reaches for another, but her hand stalls. “Okay. But—now I’m curious.”
Rude doesn’t respond, clearly waiting for Reno to elaborate.
Reno shifts, dragging her leg off the back of the couch, as she sits upright, another beer in hand. She's trying to act like this is nothing. Like it’s just locker room talk. “I mean. I’ve never—like, I’ve never done it. That way.” She gestures vaguely. “Successfully, I guess. I tried, once...”
Rude raises an eyebrow.
“I mean, you can probably guess what I'm going to say. It was—weird. Awkward.”
“Doesn't have to be.”
Rude tries not to squirm thinking about the implications of that. “I guess not.”
They sip their drinks in uncomfortable silence. On Reno's end, at least. She's pretty sure Rude couldn't care less.
“Kinda feels like I’m missing out on a cultural experience,” Reno blurts out after a moment.
Rude finally turns to look at her.
Reno scoffs. “What? Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you're embarrassed for me,” Reno mutters, popping open her new bottle with a little too much force. “For not having… done stuff.”
“I'm not,” Rude says. “But I’m not surprised you haven't.”
Reno huffs. “Ouch.”
“It's not like that,” Rude says, after a pause. “You just talk a lot. I figure you would have told me about it already.”
Reno shoots her a look. “Wow. I see how it is. I bare my soul, share my tragic story—this is the thanks I get?”
“You said you were bored,” Rude says, like that explains everything.
“Well, I was. Now I’m just…” Reno trails off, takes a swig, stalls. “…confused.”
Rude doesn’t answer, but Reno can feel her looking again. That slow, neutral gaze that Reno hates being on the receiving end of because she can never quite tell what the hell it means. She's known Rude for years—bled with her, laughed with her, crashed on her couch a hundred times—but right now, she may as well be sitting next to a damn sphinx.
“So how do you even… like…” Reno gestures vaguely again, her hands making shapes that look more like interpretive dance than anything remotely sexual. “You said it depends on the angle. You wanna show me on the throw pillow or something?”
Rude snorts into her drink, the most undignified sound Reno’s ever coaxed out of her.
Reno stares. “Oh my god. You’re laughing.”
“I’m not.”
“You’re laughing. You dick. I’m being vulnerable here.”
Rude doesn’t apologize. Just shifts her weight slightly, one arm slung across the back of the couch. Casual. Cool. Infuriating. “You want me to show you?”
It’s said so evenly, so entirely without heat, that Reno almost doesn’t clock the implication at first. But then it lands—what Rude's asking, what Reno asked her to do—and suddenly that feeling of vertigo slams into her, like she just stepped off a curb she didn’t see coming.
“I—what?”
“You want me to show you.” Rude repeats, turning to look at her fully now. No smirk. No teasing. Just the same deadpan delivery that always gets her out of tickets and through briefings and past security with contraband in her jacket. Reno wishes it didn’t work on her, too.
“Don’t fuck with me,” Reno says, voice hoarse.
“I’m not.”
And she’s not. At the end of the day, Reno knows Rude—knows her rhythms, her tells. And that? That wasn’t a bluff.
Reno’s mouth opens, then closes. She blinks at the TV. The “Game Over” screen is still there. Still frozen. The music restarts again. A little louder, this time. Or maybe Reno’s just listening harder, desperate for a distraction from the mess she created herself and then stumbled right into.
“…It wouldn’t be weird?” she asks, not quite looking at Rude.
“It'll be weird if you make it weird.”
“Oh, thanks. That’s—that's super comforting. Thank you.”
Rude shrugs again. “Could just be practice.” She thumbs the lip of her bottle. “A science experiment. Like you said.”
Reno lets out a bark of laughter that’s one part nervous and one part something hotter, tearing through her like wildfire. “You gonna make me write a fucking lab report after?”
“If you want extra credit.”
That does it. Reno snorts, covers her face—then groans into her palms when she realizes that this stupid conversation is going straight to her pussy. The heat between her legs is as maddening as Rude’s obtuse pick-up lines.
“Fuck,” she mutters. Then, louder, “Okay.”
Rude tilts her head. “Okay?”
“I mean…” Reno lowers her hands. Her face is flushed, her pupils blown, and her voice is almost steady. “Sure. Let’s try it. For science.”
“You're the only one who needs the lesson here, Reno.”
“Right.” Reno squeaks. “Yeah.”
A beat passes.
Rude leans forward, setting her beer gently down on the table. “C’mon, then.”
Reno blinks. “Right now?”
“You gonna change your mind if we wait?”
“…Maybe.” Reno's stomach twists. Maybe that was the wrong thing to say, but the long day of drinking has hit her hard enough that she doesn't really know how to be anything but honest in this moment.
Rude looks at her curiously. “Then yeah,” she says. “Right now.”
Reno perks up. “Really?”
“I'll be honest with you,” Rude says. She stalls for a second, picking the label off her bottle with her thumbnail. “I'm pretty drunk. If you ask me later I'll probably say no.”
Reno's about to deflate again, but there's something on Rude's face that makes her pause.
“Then again…” Rude leans forward, setting her bottle down on the cluttered tabletop. The motion is deliberate, careful—the way she does everything except maybe breaking knees. She shrugs, the beginnings of a smile twisting the corner of her mouth up. “I've always thought you were pretty cute.”
Reno stares at her for another second— really looks. And then she sets her own bottle down, too. Right next to Rude's. She doesn’t say anything else. Just stands, heart in her throat, and holds out her hand. “C'mon,” she says. “Before I say anything else stupid.”
—
Rude pushes herself up off the couch in one fluid motion. She towers over Reno, but she always has. That’s not new. What’s new is the heat curling low in Rude’s gut, the way it blooms sharp and ridiculous when Reno’s fingers brush hers.
Reno’s hand is smaller than Rude expects. Warmer, too. She’s just a little twitchy, thin fingers jerking like she’s not sure if she wants to pull back or hold tighter. But she doesn’t let go.
“This is your last chance to pretend I’m kidding,” Reno says, her voice a little too high, a little too fast. It’s adorable. She tries to huff out a laugh, and it comes out shaky. “Right. Okay.” She steps back a little, tugging Rude towards her end of the couch. “You, uh—you wanna sit?”
“Back on the couch?” Rude swallows down the wave of fondness that rises up at Reno’s obvious nervousness. “Where I was just sitting?”
Reno blinks. “Well, shit, yeah. I’m not gonna take you to bed like some—” She cuts off, swallowing. “Like some virgin on prom night.”
Romantic, Rude thinks. She lets out a low chuckle and sits back down, right in the center of the couch, legs spread, arms resting on the back. “So what exactly are we doing, Reno?”
“I don’t know!” Reno waves her hands, pacing in front of her. “You’re the teacher, remember? I’m just the—the idiot who doesn’t know where the legs go.”
“Alright,” Rude says, voicing her voice to come out steady despite the way her heart rate is kicking up by the second. “Come here.”
Reno hesitates for only a second before stepping forward, letting Rude guide her by the hips until she’s straddling one of Rude’s sweatpants-clad thighs. Her breath stutters again—Rude knows that Reno can feel the heat of her skin even through her baggy jeans and Rude’s sweats. Knows that she can feel the flex of Rude’s quadricep beneath her cunt.
Rude’s hands settle lightly on her hips. Not gripping, not pulling—nothing that’ll freak Reno out. Just… anchoring. “You okay, partner?” she asks, voice low.
Reno nods. “Yeah. Yeah. Just—wow, your hands are kinda big?”
“...What? That’s not the point.”
“Right, right. Sorry. Just, y’know. Observation. I guess I didn’t notice until now.”
Rude doesn’t know what to do with that. Or with her hands, now that she’s thinking about them. They shift slightly on Reno’s hips, guiding her to sit down, rest her weight on Rude’s thigh. “This doesn’t have to be complicated,” she says, shifting the subject. “It’s about pressure. Movement. You just have to pay attention to what feels good.”
“Are you gonna give me a quiz at the end?” Reno sneers, but it’s thinner now—her voice unsteady. Rude shifts again, and Reno’s denim-clad crotch rubs right over the curve of her thigh, and oh— Reno’s face scrunches up in pleasure, hips rocking forward a little too instinctively as she huffs out a breath. Rude’s never going to get that image out of her mind for as long as she lives.
“See?” Rude says, trying to sound unaffected. “Not complicated.”
Reno swallows hard. “This isn’t scissoring, though—”
“We’ll get to that,” Rude says, slipping a hand beneath the hem of Reno’s ratty t-shirt. The fabric is soft and warn, but Reno’s skin is even softer. “There’s a process.”
“You don’t have to take me through all the steps.” Reno squirms, clearly embarrassed. “I’m not, like, some girl you’re seducing.”
Rude looks into her eyes. “You’re not?” she jokes, hoping to lighten the mood.
It was a cheap trick, but it makes Reno blush anyway. Evidently it was the wrong thing to say, though, because Rude feels her tense up and start to pull away, clearly embarrassed.
Rude discovers how little she wants to let Reno go at the exact same moment she discovers how much she's willing to do to get her to stay. “I’ve thought about this,” she says, the admission spilling from her lips like she’s been waiting years to say it. “Not just the practice version, Reno. I’ve thought about you.”
Silence stretches between them like a tightly-pulled thread.
“You have?” Reno asks, uncharacteristically quiet.
“You—” Rude stutters. “...Do you still want me to show you?”
Reno answers by grinding down, slower this time. Her thigh catches on the seam of Rude’s sweatpants as she moves, pressure hitting right where Rude’s too shy to ask for it. Their breath hitches in unison.
Rude’s grip tightens just a little, enough to hold her steady. “Shit,” she murmurs.
“Yeah?” Reno grins, some of that smarmy confidence creeping back in.
Rude nods, and that’s all it takes for Reno to start moving again. She rocks slowly, dragging herself along the muscle of Rude’s thigh, chasing that friction and giving Rude some of her own every so often when her leg bumps against the vee of Rude’s legs. Rude bites her lip, squeezing around Reno’s thin waist, and Reno groans loudly, reaching up to wrap her arms around Rude’s neck, dragging them closer together.
They’ve been drinking all day and not doing much else, and it’s apparent in the way Reno keeps losing her rhythm every few seconds. She swears up a storm as she tries to find the right angle again, accidentally grinding her knee into Rude’s clit in a way that makes Rude wince. It’s horrible. Childish. Some of the worst dry humping Rude’s ever had the pleasure of participating in.
And holy fuck, is it hot. Hot in a way Rude wasn’t ready for. Not just the heat pooling between her legs, but the way Reno watches her, eyes wide and desperate. Like she’s thought about this, too.
“You're killin' me, Reno,” Rude says, her voice pitched low and rough. It's the closest she can get to the confession she’s been biting back for the last twenty minutes. Maybe for the last ten years.
Reno laughs, a shaky, breathless thing that sounds too close to a moan. “Yeah, well. I’m killin’ me, too. Fuck, this was a stupid idea—”
Rude tugs her forward just slightly, cuts her off with a sudden jolt of friction. “Not stupid.”
Reno shudders. Her palms flatten against the top of Rude’s chest, like she's bracing for impact. “Okay. Okay. But like, fuck, I wasn’t expecting it to get this worked up from a little dry humping, y’know? My clit’s about to, like, bust through these jeans.”
Rude chuckles. “You gonna let that happen?”
Reno stills. Her head tips back just a little, eyes dark and pupils swallowed by the low light. She looks stunned. A bit wrecked, already, and they haven’t even taken their pants off.
“Y-yeah,” she admits, softly. “But—” she whines, “Ugh, I don’t wanna do it out here.”
Rude’s brow lifts.
Reno lets out a nervous laugh. “You gonna make me say it?”
Rude waits, thumbing down the line of Reno’s tight abs.
“Oh, fuck off,” Reno groans, dragging both hands over her face. “Okay. Fine. I want—can we go to bed? Like, my actual bed? Where I can take my pants off and there’s space for you to, like, do your thing?”
Rude grins—actually grins—and Reno looks slightly mortified before breaking out into a relieved smile.
“Bed it is,” she says, laughing.
“Lead the way,” Rude says, chuckling along with her.
Reno leaps up like her ass is on fire, grabbing her crotch and adjusting her jeans. “Ugh, gross,” she groans. “Sticky.”
That gets a genuine laugh out of Rude, who pushes herself up off the couch to follow.
Reno blinks up at her, tipsy and reckless. “You gonna be gentle with me, big guy?” she jokes.
“Nah,” Rude says, reaching out to playfully smack Reno's ass.
Reno chokes out a laugh—too loud, a little nervous. “God, that’s hot.”
“Stop talking,” Rude says, already walking toward Reno’s bedroom, dragging Reno by the hand. “You’re gonna make it weird.”
“You said it only gets weird if I make it—oh.” She's cut off when Rude backs her into a wall and presses a knee between her thighs, one hand cupping the back of her neck. Beat for beat, it's exactly as Rude’s imagined it the thousand times she’s played through the fantasy in her head. She never thought Reno would actually let her get away with it.
Reno's full of surprises, though. With one fistful of Rude's shirt, it's she who yanks Rude down into a kiss, hard enough to bruise. Off-script, sure, but Rude's not complaining.
It's nice to have someone else take the lead, for once. Rude's more versatile than the girls she meets at the bar make her out to be. Reno's hand rests on the base of her throat and she realizes exactly how much she's missed being on the other side of things when a lightning bolt of arousal shoots straight through her.
She whimpers a little into Reno's mouth, blatantly submissive, and Reno eats it up, grabbing Rude by the shoulders and flipping their places, pressing Rude against the wall instead, one hand between her legs.
Rude moans. She can't stop herself, not when Reno's palm is pressing so sweetly against her mound.
“Fuck, is that—” Reno digs her fingers into Rude's waistband. She looks up at Rude, who nods quickly. Reno's eyes light up as she slides her hand into Rude's pants. “Oh fuck,” she says. She yanks her hand out of Rude's pants so fast it gives Rude whiplash, starts shoving her by the shoulders instead. “Bedroom. Now.”
“That serious?” Rude laughs, allowing herself to be pushed back into the bedroom, and Reno gives her a pointed look.
The backs of Rude's knees hit the edge of Reno's bed and she plops down, bouncing slightly and ignoring the way the motion causes the pile of laundry at the foot of the bed to go flying. Reno's bedroom is a mess, but her bed, as always, is well-made—corners tucked to military specifications. Rude’s treacherous heart soars.
Reno appears between her legs, hands on Rude's waistband. “You've been keeping secrets from me, partner,” she says, dragging Rude's pants down just far enough to expose her pussy to the open air. The hallway light glints off of the curved metal barbell that pokes through Rude's trimmed pubes.
“You—didn't ask.”
“Sorry, was I supposed to say , ‘gosh, partner, that's an awful lot of metal in your ears. Got any more you're hiding?’” Reno snorts. “Like, come on.”
Rude shrugs. “My bad.”
Reno slides to her knees, pushing Rude's legs apart for a better view. Rude's slightly embarrassed, especially with how wet she is. Girls don't usually get this close, or look this carefully.
“Can I blow you?” Reno begs. “Please tell me you're into that.”
Rude's into it. She's pretty sure she'd be into anything that Reno suggests. She says as much, enjoying the way that saying so turns the tips of Reno's ears bright red. Then a thought occurs to her—the reason they're even here in the first place. “I thought you wanted to scissor.”
“...I mean, I do, obviously. I just—” Reno scratches the back of her neck. “I’ve never seen one of these in real life,” she says, giving Rude’s piercing a little flick. “I need this in my mouth, like, yesterday. Is that gonna be a problem?”
“Nope.” Rude answers embarrassingly quickly, shaking her head. “Not a problem.”
“Fuck yes,” Reno breathes, both hands settling on Rude's thighs. Rude can feel the little puffs of air tingling her pussy for a split second before all she feels is warmth— Reno wrapping her lips around her clit, hood and jewelry and all, and giving it a firm suck.
Rude's hand sinks into Reno's hair on instinct, and she feels the vibration of Reno's groan rumble through her as she scrapes her fingernails gently over Reno's scalp. “Oh—that's good,” she says, tightening her hand in Reno's silky hair as her partner flicks the barbell with her tongue. She swirls over the head of Rude's clit before sinking down to bob her head on it like a pro.
Some minutes or seconds later, Reno pulls off for a breath. Her lips are glistening, and there's smears of wetness dripping down her chin. Rude's clit is fat and swollen, poking out of her pubes, straining towards that sinful mouth. “Damn,” Reno pants, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I could do this all day.”
“You're not going to.” Rude cuts her off despite Reno's little pout. She's way too close as-is, and they've got more complicated stuff on their agenda. She scoots further up the bed, kicking off her pants the rest of the way. She slides her glasses off and places them on the nightstand. “C'mere,” she says, laying back against the headboard and patting the space between her spread legs. “I want you to ride me.”
Reno is already on it—shucking off her clothes and throwing them haphazardly to the floor. First her T-shirt, revealing a relatively flat chest, no bra, and the pinkest pair of nipples Rude's ever seen. Off go her jeans, revealing that she wasn't wearing any underwear, either. It's no wonder the wet denim was grossing her out.
Never one to be body-shy, Reno crawls across the bed naked as the day she was born. She kneels between Rude's outstretched legs with a grin on her face. “Okay—now what? Put me in, coach.”
“Lets try it like this, first—” Rude takes Reno's narrow hips in her hands and guides her to turn around, straddling one of Rude’s legs. She bends over, arching her back and exposing her cute little asshole as she hovers her pussy over Rude's.
Reno whips her head around, as if she could feel Rude staring at it. “Wow, you are a pervert.”
“Do you like anal?” Rude doesn't even try to hide her interest.
Reno's grin gets even wider. “Sure do. Just gotta warm me up a bit, first.”
Rude tucks that bit of knowledge away for later. She grabs one lean buttcheek, using the leverage to line Reno's pussy up with her own as well as give herself a better view of Reno's ass. She likes this position for a reason. “Just sit down,” she instructs, just enough self-control left to stop herself from thrusting up and grinding herself against that delicious heat. “Figure out what's comfortable for you.”
Reno does, dropping herself down and adjusting the positioning of her clit with a hand between her legs. Her pubes are the same dark reddish-brown as her armpits; her eyebrows; her roots, those rare times when she lets them grow out. They look even darker in the low light. Rude can see how wet she is, her slit glistening between parted wet hair when she lifts off of Rude. They're already connected by a thin string of slick.
“Don't overthink it,” Rude says. She gets a second hand on Reno's flat little ass and gives it a squeeze to distract herself from how badly she wants to thrust up into Reno’s pussy. “Figure out what feels good and go from there. Experiment.”
“What about you?” Reno sounds a little wrecked, already, which strokes Rude's ego.
Rude grins. “I'm fine. Just trust me.”
Reno starts slow—dropping her weight back down, sliding her hips back and forth. She's so wet and warm that Rude can't suppress a shiver, twisting slightly to one side to help align them better. She didn't get a good look at Reno's pussy but she can feel it, feel Reno's clit, firm and erect, every time it drags against her own. Even better is the way she feels herself sink into Reno's hole every few strokes.
She takes Reno by the hips and gently pulls her down, encouraging more of that. They groan in unison as Rude slots inside of her—shallow, but undeniably there. Reno's pressed open against her, hot and wet and slick.
“Oh shit,” Reno mutters, hips picking up speed as she lifts herself up and drops herself back down onto Rude, fucking herself onto her. “Oh shit, oh shit—”
Rude hears it before she feels it, the slick squelch as everything between them suddenly gets a lot wetter.
Reno lets out a hysterical laugh. “ Fuuuck. I think you made me squirt, yo.” She gives Rude a playful punch to the thigh.
“You get it now?”
“Hell yeah I do.” Reno's already moving again, dragging herself against Rude, slowly increasing her pace. They rock together like that, writhing and grinding—both of them too far gone to hold back the little sounds that keep slipping out of their mouths. Reno’s got one of Rude’s ankles in a vice grip. Rude can't keep her hands off of Reno's ass.
It's hard to believe Reno's never done this before. Rude could come like this. She could give up coming any other way again. Give up sleeping with anyone else again.
She wets her thumb in her mouth before pressing it to the tight furl of Reno's asshole. Reno's hips stutter, her carefully-optimized rhythm breaking up. Rude can feel the sweet clench of her pussy, right on top of Rude’s.
“Bad?” Rude asks.
“Good,” Reno pants. She shivers, as Rude presses harder against her rim. “You’re all good.” She leans forward more, arching her back, minutely opening herself up against Reno’s thumb. She's grinding her clit into the juncture of Rude's pussy and thigh, and while the new angle isn't doing much for Rude physically anymore, the view is too good to pass up. She can feel Reno rubbing a sticky patch into her skin, hear the wet, slick sounds of her moving. She rubs her spit-wet thumb over Reno's hole in time with Reno's thrusts, and her partner comes within seconds, her head falling forward to press into the mattress as her slender, pale thighs shake.
“I get it,” Reno pants as she comes down from her high. “I get it now. ‘M sorry I ever doubted you, partner.” She gives Rude’s thigh a friendly series of pats.
Rude puffs out a laugh.
Reno drags herself up, flopping over onto her back, looking utterly disheveled. Her hair sticks out in every direction. “Damn,” she says. She throws an arm over her eyes, chest heaving as she catches her breath. “What now? You want the rest of that blowjob? I’ll do anything you want.”
“Nah,” Rude says, catching her by a slender ankle and tugging her down the bed. “Switch places with me. It’s my turn.”
—
Reno lets Rude arrange her, half-reclined against the pillows at the head of Reno’s bed. Cute, she thinks, watching Rude huff as she hoists Reno’s hips up and slides another pillow underneath. Her partner is as focused and serious in this as she is when placing charges.
“Leg up,” Rude says, tapping the outside of Reno’s left thigh.
Reno lifts it, and Rude slides up between, straddling Reno’s other leg. She lifts Reno’s left leg over her hip, and then seems to think better of it, pushing it by the back of Reno’s knee so it’s folded up against her chest, exposing Reno completely. “You’re flexible,” she notes.
“Yup,” Reno squeaks. She squirms in place a bit, reaching down to card her fingers through the damp hair between her legs. She spreads herself open, relishing in the way Rude’s eyes zip straight to her clit. “Like what you see?”
“You already know I do.”
Reno can feel herself twitch as Rude scooches closer, reaching down with her other hand and using her thumb to hold Reno’s labia open as she slots herself into place. She rolls her hips forward, dragging her clit up and against Reno’s at a slow, experimental pace. They both groan when she draws them back, sliding herself down Reno’s soaked slit and back into her hole.
“Fuck,” Reno murmurs, despite herself. She wasn’t expecting to feel Rude’s piercing knocking against her like that.
“You like that?” Rude chuckles.
“Yeah,” Reno admits. It feels good as hell, especially while she’s all over-sensitized after coming. She’s shaking a little and not even embarrassed about it.
Rude leans back, releasing Reno’s leg to cross her arms at the bottom of her shirt and tug it over her head. Reno had been admiring the way the tight black nylon hugged her chest, her thick arms—but this is better. Rude’s heavy tits are more or less on full display, bound in a tight black sports bra. She spots the outlines of two modest barbells framing Rude’s hard nipples.
“What the fuck,” she whines. “What part of ‘no more secrets’ didn’t you get?”
Rude looks confused for a moment, then follows Reno’s gaze down to her chest. “Oh—those. I honestly forgot.” She looks bashful. “I’ve had them for ages.”
“Whatever,” Reno jibes. “You takin’ your top off or not?”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” Rude admits. She rolls out her shoulders, showing off the full breadth of her wide back and muscled chest. “They’re kind of… unwieldy.”
Her breasts are pretty big. Reno’s honestly not sure how she manages to hide them so well in her suits. “Can I touch you?” she asks, hesitating before she reaches out.
Rude nods, and Reno gleefully reaches up for two big handfuls. “Wow,” she says, giving them an experimental squeeze. “This is nuts.”
“Fuck you, man.” Rude looks away in embarrassment, her cheeks darkening.
“No, no, no—” Reno backtracks. “In a good way, I promise.”
Rude still looks unsure.
“Everything about you is hot as fuck,” Reno says. She figures it’s her turn to be honest, now. “I’ve always thought so. I just—I didn’t think you liked—”
“Tomboys?”
Reno snorts. “Me, dummy. I didn’t think you liked me. Like that, anyway.”
“Oh,” Rude says.
“Well,” Reno’s laugh is high and nervous, again. “Thanks for letting me touch your awesome tits, bro. I promise I still think you’re masculine, or whatever.”
That gets a chuckle out of Rude.
“My hip’s not gonna be able to stay like this forever,” Reno says, drawing attention to her left leg, sprawled our awkwardly to the side. She’s not twenty anymore, as much as she sometimes wishes she was. “But, um—”
“Got it,” Rude says, a twinkle in her eye. She takes Reno’s ankle in her hand, uses it to maneuver her leg as she lines them back up.
They both gasp as Rude starts moving. She finds her angle and pace quickly. It’s a lot slower than Reno’s was—more deliberate, more practiced. Reno watches the flex of her arms and abdomen in awe. She feels like she’s getting fucked, which makes Rude chuckle when she repeats the thought out loud.
Rude reaches over Reno’s head with one hand, bracing herself against the headboard with one thick arm. With the other, she hikes Reno’s leg up so it’s held in the crook of her arm. With the new leverage, she drives forward, grinding herself into Reno’s hole.
Reno draws a sharp inhale. “Oh, fuck,” she moans. Rude’s hitting that spot from earlier. The one that made her squirt.
Rude is silent, her breaths growing quick and shallow as she thrusts her hips forward in sharp, tight little circles. She’s getting close.
Reno tries to hold herself back, but she can’t help her big mouth. “Is this how you fucked her?” she asks. “Neck tattoo?” Reno can’t help it; she’s gotta know. She’s never had sex like this in her life and it’s something Rude’s been doing every weekend, apparently.
Rude shakes her head, biting her lower lip. “That was nothing like this,” she breathes, her words sinking in and making Reno feel warm all over. “Didn’t even come close.”
A few more thrusts and she’s going rigid, squeezing Reno’s leg with fingers pressed so deep that she’s sure to leave a constellation of bruises tomorrow. Her other hand grips the headboard so hard it creaks. Her chest heaves with huge, shaking breaths as Reno blabbers something about the apartment being a fully-furnished rental.
They lay there a minute. Two. Rude shifts eventually, face-planting into the crook of Reno’s neck.
“…You’re not still gonna give me a quiz after this, right?”
Rude snorts into Reno’s hair.
They lapse back into silence, the good kind—lazy and post-coital and full of that weird, warm I-guess-we-both-know-the-truth-now glow. Reno’s fingers are fidgeting with the elastic band of Rude’s sports bra, like she doesn’t know what to do with her hands. She keeps tracing the same little patch of skin, over and over. Rude’s so warm.
“So,” Reno says eventually, like she’s announcing a team meeting. “You wanna, like, shower and cuddle? Or do you need time to process the fact that you just had sex with your coworker?”
Rude chuckles, her voice still low and rough. “You didn’t tell me you were a squirter.”
Reno feels her face go pink. “I—” she stutters. “I guess I didn’t. Ha! Looks like I don’t tell you everything.”
They’re both grinning now. Reno can’t see Rude’s face, but she can feel the smugness radiating off her.
“I’ll grab the towel,” Reno sighs, trying to untangle herself from Rude and sit up. Rude flops her heavy arm right back over Reno’s stomach, pinning her in place.
“Chill out,” she mumbles. “Shower in… five minutes.”
“Oh my god,” Reno gasps. “You get sleepy after sex. How did I not know this about you.”
“Ten minutes. You’re being a brat.”
Reno snickers, snuggling closer. “Twenty. But you have to help me change my sheets after.”
Rude lifts her head just enough to look at Reno, her eyes softer than Reno’s ever seen them. “Sounds like a deal, partner.”