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Lucy and Kate finally leave Tennant’s party. They’d walked up the stairs after their backyard kiss and spent another hour with their friends. Talking. Laughing. Enduring good natured jokes about Kate’s grand gesture. They never strayed from each other. Some part of their body always touching. The team was kind enough to let that slide. Eventually it got to be too much. Lucy needed to be alone with Kate. Needed to talk to her. Needed to touch her. So she linked her arm through Kate’s and led them out the front door and then to her car. But she had no idea what came next. Should they go to her place? Kate’s? Would it even be a good idea to be alone with Kate right now? Maybe the kiss in front of their friends would be the best place to leave it? They could pick things up tomorrow. Talk to each other. But Kate loves her and she loves Kate, so what’s wrong with continuing the evening? She isn’t thinking rationally. Second guessing herself every two seconds until she’s having a full on crisis by the time they make it to where she’d parked her car around the block. She needs to calm down. Solicit the opinion of the other person involved here.
Lucy stops in front of her car and leans against the passenger side window. Tugging Kate closer, “What do you want to do now? Grab a drink? Find a be—”
Kate’s lips cut her off. It’s a short kiss. A sweet kiss. An ‘I’m doing this because I can after going so long without’ kiss. Kate twirls a strand of Lucy’s hair around her finger and moves it behind Lucy’s ear, “I have an idea. If you’re serious about a bed being on offer?”
Lucy is serious. Very serious. Her second guessing is over. She pulls Kate in for a searing ‘does this answer your question?’ kiss. Their tongues meet and tangle. Lucy whimpers when Kate breaks it off; whispering against Lucy’s lips, “Leave your car here. You can pick it up tomorrow.”
Lucy murmurs an ‘ok’, stealing one last kiss from Kate before they walk to Kate’s car. She drives them to the hotel where they spent their first nights together, turning to Lucy after she puts the car in park, “I thought this would be a good place? One without bad memories or…”
She doesn’t finish the thought, but Lucy knows what she means. “Skylar and I weren’t serious. We went out twice. Never slept together. She never saw my apartment. Though if we went there now, you’d find the cleanest bathroom on the island because I bailed on her multiple times in favor of scrubbing it.”
Kate leans back in the driver’s seat and lets out a slow, shaky exhale, “Oh. Good.” She blinks a few times, processing what she just said, and then rushes to clarify, “Not that I should have an opinion on that. We weren’t together. You could do whatever you want.” She cringes when she finishes speaking.
Lucy takes pity on her; knowing she doesn't have a leg to stand on following her reaction to Alina, “Relax. I like that you’re jealous. It’s kinda hot.”
That gets Kate’s attention. “Really?”
“Yup.” Lucy responds, popping the P. “Why don’t we go get a room and then I can show you how clean my bathroom is tomorrow?”
Kate likes the sound of that. Diving across the car and pulling Lucy into a fiery kiss.
After a way too long make out session in the car, they walk into the hotel. Lucy waits in the lobby while Kate procures the room; not trusting herself to be near Kate right now without getting too friendly for the setting. She does laps of the large common area. Poking at Hawaiian themed furniture and touching plants to see if they are real or fake. Fake. Nervous energy and anticipation making it impossible to sit still.
Kate returns and waves a key. They get on an elevator. A young family of four stepping on after them is the only reason they don’t jump each other on their way to the fifth floor. But once they exit, Lucy pounces. Pushing Kate against the opposite wall and pulling her head down for a fervent kiss. Kate indulges Lucy for a second before politely shoving her back, “Room. Let’s find the room.”
She doesn’t wait for Lucy’s response; brushing past her and walking down the hall as quickly as she can. Lucy sprints to catch up with her. Once the door opens, Lucy pounces again. Pushing Kate against the wall to the right and kicking the door closed with her foot. She breaks the kiss so she can turn the lock and kick off her shoes. Kate has done the same and taken a seat on the edge of the king bed. Her hands are in her lap. Fingers twisting together. She looks nervous. Lucy momentarily worries that she’s going to break into song again. There’s only one way to stop that. Lucy unties her flowered shirt and drops it the floor then whips the red shirt over her head and flings it behind her. Kate’s eyes go wide and she licks her lips. Lucy saunters over to stand in front of Kate. Closing her eyes when Kate puts her palms on her abs, rubbing briefly, before sliding up to squeeze her breasts.
She reaches around like she’s going to take off Lucy’s bra and take control of the evening, but Lucy doesn’t want that. She needs to be in charge tonight. At least initially. She grabs Kate’s wrists and removes them from her body, “Lie down for me?” Kate sits back and looks at Lucy. She slowly takes off her shirt—smirking when her pace draws an annoyed huff—and shifts up the bed. Lucy crawls over her; planting her knees to either side of Kate and bracing herself on her hands. Kate’s arms circle around Lucy’s back and tug, but Lucy resists. She leans down and brushes her lips against Kate’s. Then kisses her cheeks. Her forehead. The tip of her nose. Kate whines and pouts; clearly wanting more. Lucy chuckles and relaxes her arms so her body comes to rest on top of Kate. She brings their lips together; sweeping her tongue into Kate’s mouth and eliciting a loud moan.
Kate digs her nails into Lucy’s shoulders and drags them down until they run into Lucy’s bra strap. She growls at the interference and acts quickly to remove it. Lucy lets her this time, breaking their kiss long enough to drag the bra down her arms and throw it off the bed. She slides her finger under the front of Kate’s bra and tugs. Kate gets the hint. Sitting up enough to unhook her bra and then sinking back down while Lucy pulls it off. They come back together in a bruising kiss. Gasping into each other’s mouths as their breasts touch. It’s overwhelming; feeling Kate like this after all they’ve been through. Lucy’s heart is beating out of her chest. She thinks she might die if they continue, but she knows she’ll die if they stop. The only available path is forward.
Lucy readjusts her body so one of her legs is slotted between Kate’s. She rocks her hips; thigh driving up to make contact with Kate’s center. Kate’s head turns to the side as she lets out a quiet ‘fuck.’ Lucy grins and takes the opportunity to kiss Kate’s neck. Licking from behind her ear to her pulse point. Grazing the area with her teeth. Soothing it with her tongue. Sucking. She repeats the actions while Kate squirms underneath her. Hands running all over Lucy’s body: grabbing her ass, digging into her shoulder blades, cupping her breasts. She’s letting out tiny gasps every time Lucy’s thigh makes contact with her center. It’s driving Lucy crazy. They need to lose the pants.
Lucy gives Kate’s neck another minute of attention; making sure the area is purple before backing off. She sits on her haunches and stares down at a fully disheveled Kate; reaching out to trace her fingertips over the hickeys on Kate’s neck. Then to her face. Over her lips. Down her sternum. Between her breasts. Along the ridge of her abs. Until they reach waistband of Kate’s pants. She gets off the bed and takes off her own pants. Then grabs the fabric along Kate’s thighs and pulls as Kate lifts her butt off the bed. The pants slide easily off and she tosses them behind her; ignoring the resulting thud. Kate hooks a finger under the band of her underwear and raises an eyebrow in a silent question. Lucy nods. Kate slips them off and flings them somewhere. Lucy doesn’t notice; too busy staring between Kate’s spread legs. Fuck me. Err. Fuck her. Need to fuck her.
She returns to the bed. Knees planted between Kate’s legs and kisses her once more. Her lips move to Kate’s breasts. Pressing kisses and gentle nips on them, but avoiding her nipples. A huffed whine and a hand in her hair finally spur Lucy to action. She sucks one of Kate’s nipples into her mouth and swirls her tongue around it. Then repeats the action on the other side. Kate’s hips are thrusting off the bed. Her cunt brushing against Lucy’s abdomen. She’s so fucking wet. Lucy can’t prolong this any longer. She kisses her way down. Pausing to run her tongue over Kate’s abs. Then gets off the bed and drops to her knees. Kate hurries to slide down the bed. She throws her legs over Lucy’s shoulders and practically sobs when Lucy’s tongue makes contact with her clit.
Lucy closes her eyes as her tongue dances over Kate’s folds. She’s thought about having Kate like this constantly since they broke up. The thought creeping into her mind during quiet moments in the bullpen or as she lay in bed at night trying to sleep. Initially she’d force the image out of her head. Replacing it with one of Cara answering Kate’s door or a replay of Kate’s attempts to excuse her behavior rather than apologize. The anger was a good balm for the hornies, but it didn’t help her concentrate at work or get any sleep. As time passed, she let the dirty memories about Kate linger. Sometimes indulging them to the point she would masturbate. Those times never ended well. She’d cry and get angry with herself and Kate and stay up all night stewing over their predicament.
All that anger and hurt is in the past now. Not only does Kate love her, she loves her enough to risk making a fool out of herself in front of their coworkers and friends; the same people she didn’t want to know about Lucy after they ended their year of ‘hooking up and then pretending it couldn’t happen again until their next lapse in judgment’ with an actual attempt at dating. Which means Lucy can enjoy this moment, this act here with Kate. Can savor her taste, her smell, the way she’s bucking against Lucy’s tongue, and scratching Lucy’s scalp.
Lucy opens her eyes. The image before her is devastating. Kate’s lower lip is caught between her teeth. Her chest is flushed. There’s a thin layer of sweat on her abs. The hand not clutching Lucy’s hair is bent behind her head; pressing against the headboard. That’s usually a sign she’s close.
Lucy moves her face back enough to give Kate a clearer view of what’s happening between her legs. She catches Kate’s eyes. Then sticks her tongue out and rapidly flicks it back and forth over Kate’s clit. The reaction is instant: Kate’s hips flying off the bed, the hand in her hair pressing Lucy’s face closer, an ‘oooh my fucking god’ and ‘Lucy! Please!’ leaving Kate’s lips. Lucy laughs against Kate’s cunt. Too easy. She trains her eyes on Kate’s face again, reaches a hand up to press on Kate’s stomach, swirls her tongue over her clit, and then Kate is coming. Her thighs clenching, legs digging painfully into Lucy’s back as her pelvis lifts off the bed in an effort to get closer to Lucy’s mouth, her abs spasming under Lucy’s hand. When it ends, she falls back to the bed. Her hand leaves Lucy’s hair so she can cover her eyes. Lucy gently cleans her up and sits back on her knees; wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Kate whimpers when she can no longer feel Lucy touching her. She removes the hand covering her eyes and scoots back up the bed, “Get your underwear off and come here.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Lucy does as she is asked. Dropping her drawers and crawling back on top of Kate. She rests her cunt on Kate’s thigh and grinds down. She’s so turned on. She could come like this. She wants to come like this. But she’s not done touching Kate. Her right hand snakes down between their bodies and she enters Kate with two fingers; burying her face in Kate’s neck and growling “Fuck, Kate. You feel so good.”
Kate moans and turns to find Lucy’s lips. It’s messy—all tongue—and ends when Lucy adds a third finger and curls them to hit Kate’s g-spot. Her eyes roll into the back of her head and her hands fly to Lucy’s ass; pulling Lucy harder against her thigh.
Kate’s eyes close and she’s panting like it’s going to be over soon. Lucy doesn’t want that. This should be slower. More intimate. More loving. She stops her thrusts. “Kate, look at me?” Kate opens her eyes. Lucy brushes their noses together. “Touch me?”
Kate smiles and moves her right hand around to Lucy’s front; her index finger parting Lucy’s folds and then sinking inside. She pulls out and returns with two fingers. Lucy groans and resumes fucking Kate. Holding herself partially up on her left forearm so Kate has room to work. They share another deep, dirty kiss that lasts until they’re panting too much to keep it going. They stay close. Eyes locked on each other. Lucy is ready to come. She needs to come. But she wants to stay in this moment forever: Kate warm and wet against her fingers. Tears dripping out of the corners of Kate’s eyes. Kate’s finger’s pressing so deep and so good inside of her.
The moment can’t last forever. Kate comes first. Sobbing, “Lucy….Lucy… I love you…so—“ and breaking off as her orgasm hits. Her walls clenching around Lucy’s fingers sets Lucy’s own orgasm off. She bites her lip and chants Kate’s name as her hips stutter and she comes all over Kate’s hand. Her arm gives way and she falls on top of Kate. They stay that way for a moment. Breathing heavily with their fingers still buried inside one another.
When Kate pulls out, Lucy does the same and rolls to the side. Throwing an arm around Kate’s midsection and resting her face in the nook between Kate’s neck and shoulder. She can hear Kate’s breathing; quick and punctuated by an occasional gasp and sniffle. Kate’s body is shaking slightly. When it becomes more pronounced, Lucy sits up and hovers over Kate, “Hey. Are you ok?”
Kate looks up at Lucy and answers, “I’m perfect,” before fully breaking down; a loud sob escapes her lips and tears rush out of her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Lucy.”
“Shhh. Kate, don’t apologize for crying.” Lucy leans down to kiss the tears off of Kate’s cheeks.
“I’m not. I’m sorry for everything. For pushing you away. For not telling you about Cara. For being a complete idiot and almost ruining this…us…” She takes a deep breath, trying to get a handle on her tears.
“It’s ok. It’s ok. Kate. We’re ok. I made some mistakes too. We need to communicate better. Both of us. It won’t always be easy, but it will be worth the effort. I love you. I never stopped loving you. We’re here now. Together. That’s all that matters.”
Something drops on Kate’s face. At first Lucy thinks it’s sweat, but then Kate is wiping her finger under Lucy’s eye and she realizes it’s tears. The recognition that she’s crying makes her cry harder. She snuffles back some snot and has to wipe her nose. Kate reaches up to pull Lucy into a hug; pressing kisses against her chest. She can feel tears sliding down her skin. She laughs, “god, we’re both a mess.”
Kate starts laughing as well. They shift to lie on their sides. Facing each other. Legs tangled. Fingers mapping out each other’s skin. The tears eventually stop. Replaced by shy smiles. Then kisses. Then another few rounds of sex. It’s perfect. It’s messy. It’s love.