Work Text:
“This is…less sexy than I was expecting.”
“It’s completely alright if you don’t like it.” Beatrice says from her vantage point on the bed. “It was a bit of an impulse buy.”
“Hmm. It’s not that I don’t like it,” Ava says thoughtfully as she brings a hand between her legs. “It’s just kind of hard to take seriously. Ha, hard. Get it?”
Beatrice just nods, eying Ava’s fingers as they wrap around the base of the dildo. Because that’s what this is about. They bought a strap-on. All it took was the two of them getting a little wine drunk during movie night and the next thing Beatrice knew she was putting in her credit card information as Ava inspected sex toy measurements with more seriousness than she’d ever demonstrated during the entirety of their years-long battle to save the world from certain destruction.
“Maybe you’d prefer not to be the one wearing it?” suggests Beatrice.
“Maybe…” Ava curls her fingers tight and slides them upwards to the tip of the silicon toy. Her tongue’s peeking out just a little, the merest suggestion of pink between her teeth. “Do you wanna try it on?”
“I…wouldn’t be opposed to it. But you’re going to have to help me with the harness.”
Beatrice makes to swing her legs off of the bed, but before she can, Ava’s clapping her hands together firmly, like she’s made a final decision and must announce it to the room.
“No, you know what? I think we should give it a try. It feels stupid to be swinging around a fake dick, but, like, I really wanna fuck you, Bea.”
It’s such an Ava thing to say. Something undeniably crass wrapped in the sweetest tone imaginable, delivered alongside a sly little grin. A crushing blow. The responding wave of genuine endearment and desperate arousal pulsing through Beatrice’s body is just as whiplash-inducing as it always is.
“Do you?” Beatrice says.
It’s supposed to be flirty, but lands more in the area of desperately turned on.
“I do,” Ava’s smile widens as she walks over to the end of the bed, still firmly holding the shaft of the dildo, presumably to keep it from flailing wildly.
Beatrice doesn’t bother with any time wasting erotic maneuvers, just sits up, walks on her knees over to the foot of the bed and sinks back into the mattress, staring up at Ava.
“Mm, I like looking down on you,” Ava says. “Not in a mean way. I think you’re amazing. You know that.”
“Of course.”
Beatrice smiles, enjoying her girlfriend’s awkward backtracking. They’ve had sex so many times by now and Ava still gets nervous and ends up babbling nonsensically half the time. Beatrice would tease her about it more if she herself didn’t tend to act significantly more mortifyingly under similar circumstances.
“Are you still down to try this out? We can always leave it for another day.” Ava reaches out to caress Beatrice’s cheek, warm fingertips tender against flushed skin.
“I’d like to give it a try,” Beatrice says. “If you’re still in the mood.”
“Bea,” Ava scoffs disbelievingly. “I’m always in the mood.”
“That’s very true.”
“But how do we get started? I can’t just, like, stick it in,” Ava brightens. “Ooh, should I eat you out? Or I could just finger you? Either way, I feel like you should cum at least once before we really get into it.”
Once upon a time, when they’d only just started dating, Beatrice had wondered what Ava would be like in more…intimate scenarios. Truthfully, she’d wondered about it even before they got together, in great detail, often at night. At any rate, she’d thought about it a decent amount. Would Ava be shy, in contrast to her usual confident self, or would her self-possessed nature seep into the bedroom as well? Both options seemed equally enticing.
When they started sleeping together, Beatrice was delighted to find that Ava’s approach to sex is constantly in flux; sometimes she leans more dominant, other times she prefers to be bossed around. It’s wonderful, the way they’re able to fit together in so many different ways, never sticking to one thing. There’s really only one trait that has remained static in Ava’s approach to sex, no matter how much time passes: a disposition for frankly discussing what turns her on.
Beatrice had been shocked by it at first, the way Ava could just say things, things that Beatrice spent years just learning how to think without wanting to crawl out of her own skin. It ended up being an extremely valuable asset to Beatrice’s internal turmoil, watching Ava clearly and unashamedly state her desires. In the two years they’ve been together, this straightforwardness has persisted throughout it all, and Beatrice has forever been grateful for it.
Grateful for, and occasionally still embarrassed by it, because unabashed honesty is antithetical to everything Beatrice had learned in her youth. She’s grown immensely since they first started dating, but old habits die hard, especially when they’re rooted in shame. Fortunately, Ava’s well-practiced in drawing her out of her shell.
“Bea,” Ava sing-songs teasingly. “You’re blushing.”
“I am not.” Beatrice lies through her teeth. “It’s just a bit warm.”
“Some would even say hot,” Ava winks. Her penchant for cheesy one liners is as frustrating as it is sexy. “So, what’re you feeling? Fingers or tongue?”
“Um.” Beatrice glances down at her lap, the boxer briefs sticking to her center. “I don’t know if either are necessary.”
“Why, Beatrice, do you doubt my fucking capabilities?” Ava asks teasingly.
“No! Never. I’ve never doubted them,” Beatrice assures her, ignoring the smirk she receives in response. “I’m just…well. I’m already quite…”
“Wet?” Ava infers.
Beatrice nods. Such an innocuous word, made absolutely thrilling. A shiver runs up her arms in response.
“I still feel weird about just jumping in, though.” Ava scrunches up her nose, thinking.
“I can…shall I show you? That I’m ready?” suggests Beatrice, pretending her face isn’t practically bursting into flames.
“Ooh, yes please. How are you so smart?” Ava practically squeals. “Let me see how good you are, baby.”
Beatrice’s gut twists at the phrasing, purposeful from the mischievous glint in her girlfriend’s eyes. That word does something to her. Something that is well documented in their sexual history. Beatrice will not be expanding beyond that, other than to specify that it has indeed been enough to bring her to climax during a particularly memorable make out session.
But that was a long time ago. (It was two months ago.)
She flops back on the bed ungracefully, stripping off her sports bra as Ava assists in pulling off her ruined underwear, and then scoots back to rest her head on a pillow, lying on her back as Ava looks on appreciatively from the foot of the bed.
“Well?” Ava raises an eyebrow, challenging.
Beatrice shoots her an unimpressed look before spreading her legs and baring herself, appreciating the flicker of surprise passing over Ava’s face. It’s a little thing, this joking back and forth, but it runs deeper than it looks during moments like these. Ava employs the banter expertly, framing sex as something less daunting, easier to conquer, and it works seamlessly to keep Beatrice out of her own head and ground her where she is.
“Beautiful,” Ava breathes, tipping forward a bit to better see. “Show me?”
Beatrice doesn’t bother replying, just dips a hand down and begins to rub at her clit in slow, smooth circles, pleasure sparking between her legs. With the other, she palms at her breast, brushing a thumb over the stiff peak of her nipple.
“Does it feel good?” Ava asks softly.
“It does.” replies Beatrice with a sigh, speeding up her ministrations slightly as she slides a finger down to her dripping entrance.
When she gathers enough wetness and pushes in, Ava makes a little noise of pleasure, like it’s her Beatrice is clenching so tightly around. She looks so entranced, mouth a little ajar like she’s too lost in the scene to bother closing it. It’s enough to draw a groan from Beatrice’s throat as she pinches her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, then, with her other hand, nudges another finger inside herself.
“You weren’t kidding before,” Ava says, sounding awed. “You’re so wet.”
Beatrice whines in agreement, pressing her fingers in deeper, rocking against them.
“Did you really get that turned on just from us talking?” asks Ava.
There’s the tiniest suggestion in her voice, a question. This sort of dirty talk isn’t something Beatrice is always in the mood for, but Ava always seems to know when she is. Beatrice nods when Ava tilts her head, waiting for an okay, a wordless exchange they’ve had more times than she can count by now.
“You’re so desperate for me, Bea. I love it.”
“Thank you.” Beatrice says, a little shaky.
“You look close.” Ava eyes the increased pace at which Beatrice is fucking herself.
“I am.” agrees Beatrice.
“So soon?” Ava asks sweetly.
“Fuck.” Beatrice gasps. “Yes.”
“You want me that badly?” Ava smiles. “Already about to cum just thinking about it?”
“Yeah,” the word is a little guttural, Beatrice curling her fingers in, searching for the spongy area that always makes her yelp. She finds it. Yelps. “Ava.”
“I’m here.”
“Can I…will you let me?”
“Let you do what?”
Beatrice’s hand speeds up further, her cunt messy and loud as she moves faster.
“Let me cum?” she asks.
“Hm,” Ava taps her chin. “I don’t know…”
“Please? I want you, Ava,” Beatrice tries.
“How do you want me?”
“I want you to fuck me.” Beatrice managers through gritted teeth, the pressure building in her core.
“With what?”
“With…” Beatrice trails off, slamming the back of her head against the pillow, gasping for air as she pistons her fingers faster, harder. “With–”
“I think,” Ava whispers, like she’s sharing a secret. “You want me to fuck you with my cock. Is that right?”
At that, Beatrice’s mouth practically unhinges, a moan falling past her lips, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter.
“I wonder what would feel the best,” continues Ava conversationally. “I mean, I’d love to see you ride me. I wanna see how good you take it.”
“Yes, Ava, yes–”
“Or, maybe…” Ava pauses, drawing out the moment devilishly. “Maybe you’d like me to fuck you from behind? What do you think, Bea?”
Beatrice answers by way of an immediate shuddering orgasm, a strangled groan escaping her as she rides out the crest of pleasure.
“Ava,” she hisses out, humping into her hand. “I’m cumming.”
“I know,” Ava says warmly. “You’re so pretty.”
Beatrice fucks herself through it under Ava’s proud gaze, relishing the flutter of her walls around her fingers, pulling out as much pleasure as she can, until the euphoria begins to ebb, and her tense muscles loosen, leaving her sprawled out on the bed, laughing a little, eyes squeezed shut.
The mattress dips as Ava crawls aboard, so she draws her legs together to allow Ava to easily maneuver up the length of her body, propping herself up by her hands on either side of Beatrice’s head.
“That was lovely,” Beatrice says, a little gravelly, blinking open her eyes to find Ava looking down on her with an awed sort of expression. “Thank you.”
“I should be the one thanking you, babe. That was–” Ava lowers herself to drop a kiss on the bridge of Beatrice’s nose, then pushes herself up again. “-so. Fucking. Hot. Wow.”
“Wow indeed.”
“Also, not to ruin the moment, but my clit is fucking throbbing under this thing, holy shit, ow.”
Beatrice tilts her head down to examine the hot pink dildo cheerily protruding from the black harness fastened around Ava’s hips..
“Ava, my love, I…you could’ve just taken it off.”
“And figure out all those weird loops again? No way, it would’ve taken me, like, ten years.”
“Well…” Beatrice reaches up to skim a hand down Ava’s toned abdomen, basking in the way her muscles jump at the touch. “Would you like some help?”
“I…I so would, but I’d also really love to fuck you now. I mean, if you’re still up for it? That looked kinda intense. Also hot. Have I mentioned that?”
A burst of arousal flashes back to life within Beatrice. An orgasm as strong as the one she’d just had would’ve been plenty satisfying if she was still getting off by herself, but Ava’s here, and that changes everything. As it always does.
“You have,” Beatrice says. “And I’m very much still up for it.”
“You sure? I don’t want to push you…”
“Ava. You aren’t. I…I want to try this. We’ll just take it slow, and check in with each other. Okay?” Beatrice cranes her neck upward to place a chaste kiss on Ava’s lips.
“Okay,” Ava cups her face and kisses her back. “How should we do it? I know I was talking about some fun stuff earlier, but that seems a little advanced for first-timers.”
“I agree. We should leave the more…complex positions for later.”
“Oh, so there’s gonna be a later?” Ava grins.
“Hush. I just…I’d like to see your face while we do it.” Beatrice says, cheeks burning at the confession, despite its relative tameness.
“Of course,” Ava softens. “I wanna see you too. Let’s just…should we just do it like this? With you on your back, and I’ll be on top?”
“Okay.”
Ava nods earnestly, before abruptly rolling off of Beatrice.
“Where are you going?”
“Just grabbing the lube.” Ava climbs back on the bed, sitting on her heels as she uncaps the bottle.
“Wait–”
Ava freezes, staring up at her, and Beatrice immediately continues speaking so as to avoid any miscommunication.
“No, I still want to do it, I just…could I try that?”
Ava holds the bottle up and squints at the fine print. “I’m pretty sure we didn’t get the edible kind–”
Beatrice sits up, so they’re face to face. “Not like that.”
She holds out her hand. Ava shrugs and hands it over, looking confused. Beatrice carefully squeezes out a dollop of the translucent substance, bringing it up to her face to examine it, because she is nothing if not scrupulous.
“You sure? ‘Cause you’re like an inch away from–”
“Ava. I’m not going to eat it,” Beatrice rolls her eyes affectionately, letting Ava guide her wrist away from her face. “We don’t all mistake decorative soaps for free candy.”
“That was one time.”
“It was more than one time. But we’ll continue this conversation later.” Beatrice watches her face carefully as she reaches out, bringing a slick palm to the dildo jutting out between her legs. “There’s more important things to focus on right now. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Ava sucks in a sharp intake of breath as soon as Beatrice’s fingers meet the smooth surface, wrapping around and gingerly attempting a stroke upwards.
“Oh,” Ava’s hips stutter forward as Beatrice slides a smear of wetness across the toy’s tip. “Oh shit.”
“Good?”
“Yeah. Wow. What the fuck? It’s not even…”
Beatrice tightens her grip as she pushes back down, and Ava lets out a tiny moan.
“I read that it’s common to be aroused by the visual.” Beatrice tells her. Her own breath hitches as she starts up a steady up-and-down motion, gripping the slippery silicone as firmly as she can.
“You-you studied up on this?” asks Ava with a huff of laughter.
“I wanted to be prepared.”
“Of course you did,” Ava says, voice sticky with affection. “Thanks, baby.”
“Always,” Beatrice releases her fist, pulling her hand away to reveal a glossy sheen glazed over the toy. “And I’ll remember how much you liked this.”
“Shut up,” Ava bites her lip, blushing beautifully. “Lie back?”
Beatrice inches far enough up on the bed that she can prop her head up on a pillow to better survey the whole situation, and obeys. Ava rips off her bra and follows, tipping forward onto her hands and knees and scrambling up the length of her body, until they’re looking each other in the eyes again.
“Okay. So,” Ava's breathing heavily, her face is flushed red, and a tantalizing bead of sweat is trickling down the column of her neck. Beatrice tries ardently not to ogle her too obviously. “What do I do?”
“I think you just sort of…” Beatrice makes an indiscriminate gesture in hopes of conveying what she feels are quite rudimentary steps.
“No, I mean, I know that, I’m just, like, worried. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” Beatrice assures her. “We’re going slow. Let’s just start off with…”
Beatrice doesn’t bother elaborating, not when she can simply capture Ava’s lips with her own, and let the slide of her tongue into Ava’s pliant mouth do the talking for her. Ava groans in response, dipping her head down to return the kiss eagerly, allowing her weight to settle more firmly atop Beatrice, who spreads her legs and urges Ava closer, wrapping her hands around her neck.
“Fuck,” Ava pulls back enough to pant out. “Okay.”
“Will you…?”
“Yeah. Can you, like…”
They trail off, both staring down between their bodies, mentally calculating how best to go about this. Beatrice, for one, is mildly stumped. The logistics of vaginal penetration have always seemed so simple, but it seems to be one of those things that requires a bit of finagling. Like chokeholds.
“Let me help.” Beatrice says, gripping Ava’s waist with one hand and taking hold of the lube-coated toy with the other.
“Y-yeah.” Ava watches, wide-eyed, as Beatrice guides her. “Okay. Cool.”
A shiver wracks Beatrice’s body when the tip nudges against her entrance, an electric bolt of pleasure skating up from her core. An image flashes through her mind, Ava propped up above her, thrusting deep, and it is immediately imperative that it soon become reality.
“Is it okay?” Ava murmurs.
“Yes. You can move,” replies Beatrice. “Just go slow.”
“Tell me if it hurts.”
“I will. I promise.”
Ava takes a breath, then slowly, gently, pushes in further. It’s nowhere near the entirety of the toy, but the slight stretch is still enough for Beatrice’s own inhale to stutter. It’s surprising–even though they’ve slathered it in lube, and Beatrice herself is wet and wanting, she’d still assumed on some level that it would be painful. It’s the first time she’s taking anything other than fingers or Ava’s unusually dexterous tongue, but somehow it doesn’t feel uncomfortable or unwieldy, just…good. Like she wants more.
Ava stops, eyes flashing up to meet Beatrice’s.
“Bea?” she asks, all concern. “Should we stop?”
“No,” Beatrice responds, then hisses out. “Keep going.”
“On it.” Ava furrows her brows and ruts forward a little more, stealing a gasp from Beatrice’s throat. “Still good?”
“Still good.”
They continue on like that, moving in stages, stopping and starting each time to check in. Beatrice soon finds herself emboldened by the abject care in Ava’s eyes, reaching a hand down to grab Ava’s ass in a bid for her to go faster. Ava grins, then, so full and pure that it feels a little wrong for it to be during sex. But, no, Beatrice reminds herself, it makes sense that it’s during sex. She herself feels happiest when her hands are on Ava, holding her close. There’s nothing wrong with that. There’s nothing wrong with any of this.
“Ava,” Beatrice sighs out. “This is nice.”
“Fuck, really? I’m so happy,” Ava’s teeth dig into her bottom lip as she angles her hips, then sinks deeper. “I want you to feel good, Bea.”
There’s been a steady build of growing arousal simmering within her for what feels like an eternity now, and when Ava finally bottoms out, something in Beatrice snaps at the feeling. Suddenly, it’s not that Ava’s fucking her with a toy, it’s that Ava’s fucking her at all, that this is Ava, filling her, embracing her, loving her.
“Oh!” Beatrice manages to bite out, her eyes squeezing shut.
“What’s wrong? Should I pull out?”
“No, no, just…just wait,” Beatrice attempts a calming breath, willing her frantically clenching walls to hold on just a little longer. “Wait. I don’t want to cum yet.”
“It's that good?” Ava asks, sounding overjoyed.
Beatrice doesn’t answer, just grits her teeth and nods, and the pleasure thankfully ebbs, not far, but enough for her to blink open her eyes again and find Ava staring at her, looking overwhelmed with adoration and extremely horny. Beatrice recognizes the expression; it’s long since been etched into her own features.
“You feel amazing.” murmurs Ava. “I mean, I can’t really feel it, but I know you do. I know you.”
“Ava,” Beatrice groans, her whole body throbbing. “This is not going to take long at all.”
“I’m glad,” Ava smiles and wiggles her hips a little, scraping against a part of Beatrice that has her squeaking out a noise she’s never made before. “Just tell me what I should do. I wanna make you cum.”
“Okay,” Beatrice manages to say, only a little strangled. “Keep going.”
Ava ducks her head to press a kiss to Beatrice’s sternum, just barely pulling out, then gently thrusting in, and Beatrice understands, in that moment, what it means to see stars.
“You’re taking me so well, baby.” Ava says encouragingly.
Beatrice’s eyes slam shut as Ava grunts out a little sound of effort before pushing back in. It’s gradual, a slow back and forth as Beatrice acclimates to the feeling, and again she wonders at how viscerally pleasurable it is, how perfectly they fit together. Ava soon falls into a slow rhythm, so intimate it fills Beatrice’s already-overflowing chest with more love than she knows what to do with.
“I’m…” Beatrice desperately snakes a hand between their bodies, nudging at her swollen clit, crying out. “I’m about to…”
“You gonna cum?” Ava breathes against her skin, her own words jerky and low.
“Fuck,” replies Beatrice simply. “Yes.”
All it takes is one more drag of the toy against Beatrice’s fluttering walls and a clumsy hand against her clit and she’s clamping down with a keening wail, shaking violently as she careens over the edge. It’s wildly, overwhelmingly good, a cascade of euphoria, all drenched in affection for Ava.
“Ava,” she’s saying hoarsely, before she’s even realized her mouth has opened. “I love you.”
“God, fuck, I love you too, Bea, so fucking much.” Ava whimpers back.
She’s trembling a little herself, Beatrice notices distantly, before glancing down and finding Ava’s hand crammed under the harness, her arm moving rapidly, still halfway hilted in Beatrice’s pulsing core. Beatrice gasps and wraps an arm around Ava’s muscular back, rutting up against her cock, as another wave crashes over her in quick succession, maybe the same orgasm, maybe a separate one, she isn’t sure, she doesn’t care.
Ava cries out and goes rigid against her, fucking herself through a peak of her own. They grind against each other, Beatrice mumbling words of affection, Ava mouthing at her collarbone. It’s messy and loud and wet and everything that Beatrice was once so scared of, everything that she’s learned to love so much.
“Love you,” Beatrice repeats, a little slurred, slowing her movements as she begins to come down. “So much.”
“Same.” Ava says, sounding equally pleased and fucked-out, still quivering faintly until she breathes out one last “fuck,” and the note of discomfort in it has Beatrice realizing her arms are trembling with the effort of holding herself up.
“You can pull out, Ava.” Beatrice encourages.
“Okay. Okay, I’m gonna…”
She draws her hips back carefully, steadying herself on an elbow pushed against the mattress. When the toy slips out, it brings with it an obscene, suctioning noise and a gush of wetness dribbling down Beatrice’s inner thighs. The emptiness she’s left with is a little jarring, but the discomfort soon wanes when Ava flops over onto her back next to Beatrice and nestles close to her, so their sides are pressed together, sticky and sweet.
“Wow.” Ava says, pulling her hand out from the harness with a contented sigh.
“Wow.” agrees Beatrice.
“Did you like it?”
As if Ava needs to ask.
“I loved it.”
“Cool,” Ava giggles dazedly. “That was fun.”
“We should get drunk and purchase sex toys more often.”
“For sure!” Ava agrees. “I was checking out the site again yesterday and they have these vibrators that are supposedly life-changing. I can show you later.”
“Mmm. That sounds good.”
“Also there’s some super cliche sexy bondage outfits that I’d probably die if I saw you in.”
“Only if you wear one too.”
“Oh, that goes without saying.” Ava slips her thumbs between the straps of the harness and wiggles it down her thighs with no small amount of effort, shouting in triumph when she slips it past her knees.
“But I have final say over the costuming.”
“Obviously.”
Ava kicks the harness, dildo and all, to the foot of the bed and turns onto her side. Beatrice does the same, and they bask in each other’s presence, close enough that their foreheads nearly press together.
“Thank you for that, darling.” Beatrice says fondly. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Bea.” Ava replies, lax and happy, her eyes drifting closed in the afterglow. “Thanks for, you know, trusting me. With that.”
“I trust you with all of me,” Beatrice says, reverent, leaning in to brush her lips over Ava’s. “I do think we might have ruined these sheets, though.”
“Eh. Let’s deal with it later.”
“We needed new ones anyway.” agrees Beatrice.
“Ooh, let’s go for a new color scheme this time around! I’m thinking….pastels? Or, like, a bunch of wiggly stripes.”
The easy promise of more never fails to nourish the garden of contentment within Beatrice, one Ava unknowingly tends to daily.
“Why don’t we do both?”
“And, there we go, folks. Yet another reason my girlfriend’s the best.” Ava says in a mock-announcer voice. “Bea, any comments?”
“I’ll pass,” responds Beatrice with a grin, nudging Ava’s shoulder so she falls onto her back, then climbing on top of her, much to the delight of a wildly giggling Ava. “I’m rather busy at the moment.”