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Maya really hated when Carina had to travel for work. It has become a more prominent occurrence too with her research gaining attention again. Carina had thought she was done with what she set out to achieve with her findings but all it took to reopen her research was one lecture at a University and now she’s been travelling all across the country to make speeches about the correlations between pain and pleasure and how it can benefit women and women's health in general.
Carina on a world tour, as Maya coined it. Of course Maya was ecstatic for her wife but she didn’t think she would literally ache from loneliness of sometimes not seeing her for weeks. Not even 48 hour shifts could distract her or make the time go by faster.
“How’s the rockstar life going?" Maya was chopping some vegetables to make herself a sad one-person dinner.
Carina chuckled over the small screen of her phone, “Going good actually. I’ve had groupies throw themselves at me and I’ve signed more boobs than One Direction.”
Maya knew it was a joke but she was unwarrantedly jealous but she scoffs, playing it off while angry chopping now.
“Maya?”
Maya continued slicing into the vegetables, lost in her own world of picturing Carina actually signing much younger, much perkier breasts.
“Maya?! I can’t see you, can you turn me so that I can at least look at my wife? Please.”
Maya sighed but turned the phone anyway, “Sorry. I just…I miss you.”
“I miss you too, bambina. My body literally aches not being near you.”
Maya dropped the knife and sat down at the kitchen island, defeated, and for the first time since connecting to their scheduled call, looked at Carina directly, “How much longer?”
“A few more days.” Carina knew Maya knows her schedule by heart, probably knows it hour-by-hour but she also knows Maya needed that reassurance.
“The department is making me take off the next few days because I was taking on too many shifts…” Maya confesses.
“Maya?! You're putting yourself and your team in danger by working so much. You have to rest.”
“I know! But I can’t be at home when you’re not here, Carina. I’ll go mad or worse cry myself to sleep.”
Carina laughed, despite the serious look on Maya’s face, “Since when are you this needy, my love.”
“I don’t know, you’ve ruined me. Believe me. I’ve been beating myself up for being a winy baby but…”
“It’s cute. You’re cute.”
“Stop. I hate this. What happened to me? I used to be this independent woman and now I am sitting here, drinking my sad wine and making sad vegetable soup that would be nowhere near as good as yours and pining after the love of my life like a 18th century housewife. Said housewife who is across the country being a bad ass doctor and breaking glass ceilings and all I want is for her to come home and hold me and my god, do I want to kiss her. When did this happen? When did I become such a sap?”
Carina was thoroughly amused, “Probably the first moment we met at the bar.”
“Please. I had you eating out of the palm of my hand.”
“Oh, you mean the ‘play hard to get’ move? Or the ‘I’m a broody firefighter with puppy dog eyes' move? Bambina, I had you right where I wanted you when I asked you if you wanted a drink. I saw it right away. I saw my whole world behind those stormy blue eyes and I knew I wanted to keep you all to myself.”
Maya wanted to argue, she could probably make a case for herself but she knew Carina was right. She was a goner as soon as those three words left her lips that night.
“That, and you were so hot.”
Maya chuckled.
“That first time we slept together. The way you came under my touch…mama mia!”
“Carina?!
“What?”
“Don’t say that over the phone.”
“Why not, it’s just you and me, no?”
“But still, they could be listening.”
“Who are they?”
“The metaverse or the FBI or whoever is listening on our phones these days.”
“Then let them listen. Let’s give them a show.”
“You’re silly.”
“I’m serious.”
Maya grappled to say anything back and continued to stare at Carina who was smirking like the Cheshire cat.
“Tell me you’re not wet right now.”
“Carina, I’m not doing this.”
“Tell me,” Carina sits back against the hotel headboard, getting more comfortable on the bed and props her phone up onto her bent knee, giving Maya a full view of her upper body, “Because….” She bites her bottom lip, keeping eye contact with Maya, “I am so wet right now.”
Maya gasps, “Are you…Carina are you touching yourself?”
She nods, licking her parted lips, “Maya, I need to know…tell me how much you miss me.”
Without realising, Maya’s hand drifts to her jeans, popping open the button and she shoves her hand inside, her underwear soaked. She moans softly, closing her eyes at the feel of her fingers through the thin fabric.
“Words. Use your words, Maya.”
Maya opens her eyes and Carina can see the arousal in them, knows exactly how wet Maya is but she needs to hear her say it.
“Tell me.” She urges.
“Fuck. I’m dripping. How do you do that? How are you so far away but still have this effect on me?”
“Because you’re mine, bambina. All mine. And I know you’re touching yourself through your underwear. I need you to go inside.”
Maya wants to question how Carina knows this but it would be futile because no one knows her like she does, every part of her. Maya does as she is told, slips her hand into her underwear, coming into contact with her wet cunt. She hisses which is a dead giveaway that Carina was right and she smirks over the phone knowing this, gloats through the screen actually at Maya's reaction.
Maya however is too lost in her own touch to feel embarrassed and instead focuses on her hardened clit. A pulse shoots through her lower stomach and she shifts on the stool, stopping short of the edge.
“That’s right, you feel that? That is all mine. Your fingers gliding up and down that wet pussy, is mine. You only get to touch yourself when I say. You can only come when I say.”
Maya’s breathing had become laboured and her eyes hooded, she was already so needy and close.
“Tell me what you feel.”
“I can’t. God, Carina I’m already so close.”
“No, not yet.”
Maya stops her movements, her heart hammering in her chest.
“Slow.” Carina says and Maya tries to envision how her wife would do it. How her long fingers would slide through her.
Maya’s clit pulses again but she tries to control herself this time. Gently sliding down, wetting her finger to spread her own slick over her bundle of nerves.
“Do you want to try again? Tell me what you feel. I miss touching you so much.”
Maya takes a deep breath, “I feel hot, slick. Like I’m vibrating. Hard and needy, like I know what I want but I can’t have it. I feel like even if I continue like this, it won’t be enough because it’s not you. It’s like my body knows it’s not you. My fingers aren’t enough, I want you. I want you to touch me and fuck me and make me come.”
“Maya…” Carina says a little breathlessly now, her own hand out of camera is moving a little faster too.
“I want you to be the one sitting on top of me, naked and sweaty and breathless and I want to have your face buried deep between my thighs with your tongue stroking me, tasting me, drinking me. I want your hot pretty mouth consuming my cunt, drowning in me. I want to come into your mouth and make a mess of you.”
“Maya…” Carina moans. She rarely gets Maya to talk like this but she knows why because she could come just from the sound of her voice.
“I want you to make me scream your name, to beg for mercy and never give it to me. I want to see stars and get black out drunk on you.”
“Dio…”
“I want you to shove your big cock into me so hard that I will feel you for days afterwards…with every step, I want to feel you, whenever I sit down, it's you, every movement, you.”
“Ma…oh god…I’m going to….”
“Don’t! Don’t come. Don’t you dare come.”
Carina groans, slowing her own fingers on her pussy.
“Let me see your hand.” Maya demands, stopping her own movements that almost got out of control for a moment there too.
Carina reluctantly removes her hand, glistening as she wiggles her fingers in front of the camera.
“Good. No touching yourself until you are back home.”
“Maya?! No! Are you serious?”
“Yeah, you’ll just have to wait.”
Carina’s shocked face has her laughing. Maya removes her own hand and walks over to the sink where she washes her hands, taking her time to rub the soap through her fingers. She comes back into view and continues her chopping as if nothing happened and starts back up by making small talk but Carina continues to stare in disbelief.
“Mean. You are a mean, mean Lieutenant.” She pouts.
“I guess you're not the only one who can have the upperhand sometimes.”
“I can just take care of myself when we’re done talking, you know?”
“You can but you won’t. I’m your conscience, remember.”
“So mean,” Carina whispers, “Just wait until I’m back.”
Maya winks, “I'll hold you to it."