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For the most part, Viv and Beth get along great. They honestly always have, going back to the time when they were simply friends. Things are a little bit more complex now that they’re dating but, generally, peace reigns supreme in the Mead & Meidema household. Even with everything they’ve been through in the past year, they largely pull together and act as each other’s rock in turbulent times.
That being said, it’s not as if they never argue or have spats. For the most part, it’s over something little and stupid. More a product of their own frustrations coupled with spending too much time together than anything else. When it happens, it never lasts for very long before they work it out, the guilty party apologizing with varying degrees of grace before they put it behind them.
If anything, sometimes a bit of a disagreement can actually be beneficial, helping them grow even closer as they sort things out. It also has the side benefit of occasionally spicing up their currently monotonous days and giving them something to distract them from their individual strife. Plus, making up afterward can be enjoyable in its own way.
The general pattern of these minor tiffs is that Beth gets a bit shouty and Viv withdraws in on herself rather than fight back, often disappearing on walks, even if she has to hobble along on crutches. This immediately takes the wind out of Beth’s sails and gives her the chance to think things through. Meanwhile, Viv rapidly regrets pulling away from Beth and is soon coming back seeking to resolve whatever conflict she’d originally tried to dodge.
Once they’ve sorted themselves out, they typically become even more physically affectionate with each other; holding hands, cuddling, or even taking things to their bedroom for a time. Beyond the physical side of things, they also are often more willing to open up to each other emotionally, with Viv in particular letting herself be vulnerable, knowing that Beth will give her whatever support she needs.
By the time spring rolls around and they are slowly progressing through their respective rehab programs, they’ve pretty much got the whole marital argument thing down pat, minus the marriage part, of course. It’s to the point that they’re maybe a little over confident in themselves which makes what happens all the more shocking.
What happens is that Beth doesn’t make the World Cup roster.
They’d both known that the chance that the Englishwoman would be ready was slim. Viv in particular had always been very realistic about the matter. Beth on the other hand, she’d clung to hope. Even though she knew in her heart of hearts it was a bad idea, she’d convinced herself that if she just worked hard enough, somehow her knee wouldn’t be the end of all her dreams.
It makes getting the call from Sarina all the harder for her to handle.
In fact, Beth’s unable to handle it at all. She can’t wrap her mind around the magnitude of her disappointment. It’s like she’s torn her ACL all over again, but somehow also worse because of all the months of effort she’s put in and honest suffering she’s tolerated. All of that for nothing.
Beth is therefore probably at her lowest point when Viv makes a fatal mistake.
The Dutchwoman, desperate to comfort her girlfriend, tries to encourage Beth to be logical about things. Viv suggests that she considers how being left out will be better in the long run. She tells Beth to think about her career and try to be professional and consider what’s best for her country.
To some degree, Beth knows Viv’s probably at least partially right. That said, she is in no place to hear any sort of recommendation. She needs commiseration and comfort. She’s dying for Viv to simply hold her and let her have a good long cry. Maybe even tell her it’s totally okay to curse Sarina’s name for a while. At the very least she wants her girlfriend to show that she understands that life isn’t fair.
Instead she gets cold calculations.
Beth proceeds to completely lose her head. Months of anger and fear that she’s been bottling up plus the more recent rage and loss; all of it burst out of her. And because Viv is there and not managing to say the right things, all of it gets misdirected towards the Dutchwoman. She can’t think logically, so instead Beth latches on to what her distressed mind convinces her is the real issue; the fact that Viv must have never thought she could make it back in time in the first place.
Beth’s off-kilter mind is telling herself that Viv had never believed in her. And that this whole time, during her surgery and all the terrible rehab she’d put up with for nothing, all the while her girlfriend had been doubting her. And now Viv’s likely gloating about being right.
Even as she yells all sorts of horrible things, Beth knows it’s not really true and she’s out of line. She knows she’s messing up and probably hurting Viv when that’s never once been her intention. She can’t stop herself though.
Viv being Viv, immediately withdraws. She fights back a little, getting in a few snippy comments that cut deep due to Beth’s current emotionally exposed state. Largely though, she pulls away, sinking even deeper into herself and hiding more behind reason. Which, of course, only frustrates Beth further.
When Beth makes a wild (and totally off-base) accusation that Viv doesn’t even love her, the lanky striker has had enough. Grabbing her phone, keys, and wallet, she stalks out of their home.
Beth, left watching the love of her life walk out on her, crumples.
Because the only other option is a devastating degree of heartache, she clings to her anger. She tells herself it doesn’t matter that she may have just fucked things up with Viv. Nothing matters. She’s not going to Australia, her Mum is still gone, and her girlfriend doesn’t even love her enough to be on her side. Everything in the world is terrible.
After crying herself out, Beth feels, if anything, worse.
Now her head hurts and her nose is stuffy and she feels like the least desirable woman on earth. She’s a mess and she can't stand it. Worse, Viv isn’t back yet. In all their previous arguments, the Dutchwoman has never vanished for so long.
Beth checks her phone repeatedly, hoping that Viv will call, or text, or something. Anything. She even checks her girlfriend’s socials, despite knowing it would be incredibly out of character for the fairly private Viv to post anything. After almost another hour of radio silence, Beth’s had enough. Feeling too miserable and guilty to handle it any longer she folds and calls Viv.
Viv doesn’t pick up.
When Beth gets the younger woman’s adorable answering machine message, she chokes up again. She’d been there when Viv had set the thing up, trying to contain her laughter in the background while Viv re-recorded herself multiple times in an attempt to sound casually professional.
Unable to listen to the thing in full, Beth hangs up. She doesn’t want to seem too desperate or needy so she refrains from calling again. That said, she also can’t contain herself entirely, so she types out a quick message urging Viv to come home and apologizing repeatedly. She knows it’s insufficient, but it’s a start.
Now all she can do is wait.
Beth is still waiting several hours later. She hasn’t been able to focus on anything, too upset and unsettled. Instead she’s mostly been staring out the window, hoping that she’ll be greeted with the familiar sight of a lanky figure coming up their steps.
When the street beyond the windowpane grows cold and dark, Beth’s heart freezes over with it. She’s numb and unable to deal with the reality of what had happened. Of what she had done.
She gets slowly to her feet, her bad knee aching after being stationary for too long. She limps upstairs to their room, trying not to look at the bed where they’d woken up blissfully cuddled together just this morning. It feels like a lifetime ago. Slipping into the attached bathroom, Beth strips down robotically and gets into the shower. She doesn’t wait long enough for the water to be even a little bit warm, instead standing under the cold spray miserably. Her feelings well up on her again and hot tears are lost amongst the cool water hitting her face.
By the time she’s done with both her cry and her shower, it’s already almost nine. Normally her and Viv would already be preparing for bed. The Dutchwoman has always loved her sleep and often passes out when it’s hardly even dark out. Beth has never minded, enjoying the chance to hold her sleeping girl and fool around on her phone for a bit before she herself is tired enough for sleep.
Tonight, she can’t handle staying in their room without Viv being there. It’s not like they’ve never dealt It’s not like they’ve never handled periods of separation before, but this is different. Beth had ruined everything and now she doesn’t even know where Viv is. Or if she’s ever coming back.
Suddenly filled with a desperate desire to do something, anything, Beth goes digging through their shared closet. Even though she’d love to put on something of Viv’s and pretend that things are normal, she holds back. Instead, she selects the first dress she locates. It’s a black off the shoulder number that she’s honestly uncertain about the origins of. Maybe it had been a bridesmaid’s dress in ages past, but now, it suits Beth’s purposes well enough, mostly by being near at hand.
Slipping on a suitable bra and thong, Beth tugs on the dress. She does a cursory job of her hair and makeup, more going through the motions than really caring about her appearance. Once ready, Beth checks her phone once more. Still no word from Viv. Feeling despondent, Beth still takes the time to relay where she’s going. Viv may never forgive her for her hateful words, but Beth still doesn’t want to give the younger woman any cause to worry.
Glancing once at her reflection in the mirror and seeing only a wane and serious stranger, Beth heads out.
Beth goes to a bar. She can’t go to any of her friends. Her fellow Lionesses will likely know about the roster by now. Even though the list hasn’t been made public, as soon as the manager starts making calls, news gets around quickly. If Beth hadn’t basically put her phone on do not disturb except for Viv, it’d probably be blowing up with lots of commiseration.
Beth doesn’t want to deal with that right now and the other option, going to a non-English friend, is equally unappealing. Her friends in the area are mostly all Arsenal girls and thus really her and Viv’s friends. Beth doesn’t want to go to one of them and get sympathy she doesn’t feel like she deserves when she’s so clearly the one at fault.
Because of how late it is, the only option that’s really feasible is a bar. The added benefit of alcohol for her to try and drown her sorrows in is also a plus. She picks a fairly popular spot that Beth, Viv, and some of the Arsenal girls go to from time to time. A noisy sort of place where the music is pounding and the whole point is to get drunk and dance. Even though Beth doesn’t much feel like dancing, especially without Viv there to try and drag onto the floor, getting drunk has some appeal.
Beth has to push her way through the crush a little just to make it to the bar. Then there is a long wait before a bartender has a second to take her order. It’s almost enough time for Beth to have second thoughts about this whole outing. She could go home, climb into bed, and try to sleep until Viv comes home to her.
But what if she’s left waiting?
That thought hardens Beth’s resolve and she throws back a shot as soon as it’s placed in front of her. Even as it burns going down, Beth’s following it with a more controlled sip of some fruity mixed drink. It’s too sweet, almost saccharinely so, but Beth’s not stupid enough to drink much of the hard stuff straight. Not when she’s unsure when she ate last.
The shot hits her like a freight train, just like she’d hoped it would. Her head starts buzzing pleasantly, a feeling that is maintained by the cocktail. It’s not enough to shut out her pain, but it softens the edges. Slightly.
Looking for a further distraction, Beth glances around, people watching. It’s mostly the sort of crowd you’d expect. Young, drunk, and foolish. Almost immediately, Beth notices some twenty-something bloke watching her with obvious intent. When he sees Beth glance in his direction, he smirks like he’s some sort of grand prize.
Beth’s not interested. Not even the slightest bit. She’s known she was gay for what feels like ages, so some stubble faced prick is hardly going to register.
Besides, she’s Viv’s.
The Dutchwoman is practically the opposite of possessive, but Beth’s heart and soul belongs to her regardless. Even after this terrible day, even if Viv is no longer hers, Beth is still Viv’s. She wants no other and never will. If Viv is done with her, Beth will simply grow old alone; full of regret for her hot temper and misdirected cruelty. Mind overrun by her sorrow, Beth orders another drink.
She’s already forgotten Mr. Whatever His Name when there is a tap on her bare shoulder. It’s too personal a touch for a stranger and Beth shies away from it, turning and ready to admonish the offender.
It’s the boy of course, and he opens his mouth, saying, “hello gorgeous. Fancy meeting you here. What’s a bird like you doing in a place like this?”
Beth restrains herself from rolling her eyes. Barely.
Dismissively, she replies, “I’m taken. And not interested.”
“Taken? Where’s your bloke at then? He can’t be very bright, leaving you alone. Lover’s tiff? If he’s not able to satisfy, I’d be…”
Cutting off the frankly disgusting drivel, Beth repeats, “taken, not interested, and a lesbian. And my girlfriend is bloody brilliant. I however, am an idiot. So if you wouldn’t mind making yourself scarce so I can drink myself silly, that’d be greet. Cheers.”
Feeling like Brett or whatever his name is will surely have gotten the message by now, Beth turns her back to him. After that interaction, she’s pretty sure she needs another drink. Or a shower. Do men actually manage to pick women up like that? Honestly, not even drunk out of her mind would she ever…
Beth’s remonstration on the stupidity of mankind is interrupted by a hand on her bicep roughly tugging her around.
She’s about ready to forget all shreds of chivalry and punch the little prick in the face when someone beats her too it. Well, not the punching part exactly, but smarmy shithead still manages to look like he’s been sucker-punched when a certain familiar figure interjects herself between them.
“Don’t touch her,” Viv’s voice is barely audible over the noise in the bar but Beth shivers all the same.
She’s here. She came. Instantly, Beth’s world becomes a lot brighter.
Beth reaches out, trying to ease Viv around to look at her. The taller woman is still glaring at the interloper, totally ignoring Beth. To the Englishwoman’s surprise, her normally placid girlfriend actually seems ready and willing to physically fight the man.
“Vivianne,” Beth calls softly.
Viv’s shoulders twitch, but she otherwise doesn’t turn.
“Please love,” Beth tries again.
The endearment catches Viv’s attention the way even her full name hadn’t. She turns, looking at Beth with hot eyes set in an otherwise unreadable expression.
Beth’s own eyes widen at the sight. She’s rarely seen this degree of emotion burning in her girlfriend. Other than when she briefly flares up at a ref or opponent, Viv’s normally so calm, so controlled. Now, she looks anything but.
“Are you okay?” Viv half demands. “Did he hurt you?”
“What? No, Viv, I’m fine. Forget him.” Beth rushes to say.
She doesn’t care about anyone but Viv, especially now when things between them are such a mess and she’s desperate to make them right.
“I’m so sorry. I never should have said any of that. It wasn’t true, not really. I was just so mad, so frustrated and…”
Waving off Beth’s heartfelt apology, Viv asks instead, “why’d you come here Beth?”
“What?” Beth blurts, surprised by the turn in the conversation. “I dunno, I couldn’t stand waiting and not knowing if you were coming back. I had to leave, had to escape all of it.”
Beth means their fight and crushed World Cup dreams but, based on the way Viv stiffens, it’s possible she’s been misunderstood.
Before she can amend her statement to clarify things, Viv presses, almost demanding, “and you came here? To a bar?”
Beth, despite her earlier promise to never lose her temper with Viv again, still feels herself start to grow hot around the collar. Viv isn’t accusing her of anything outright, but she still doesn’t appreciate the implication. Especially right now when she’s still upset that Viv had left in the first place.
“Yes, a bar. What else is open. Besides, is it wrong for me to want to feel good about myself? Even with the scars on my knee, I think I clean up pretty well,” Beth says defiantly.
Viv’s eyes, still smoldering instead of their normal cool blue, rake down Beth’s body. The Dutchwoman takes in her appearance slowly, pausing in a telling way on her curves.
Despite everything, the earlier argument and their current half spat, Beth feels herself respond. Viv looking at her with such open appraisal does things to her. Things she can’t control.
“You look beautiful,” Viv murmurs, her voice rough with open emotions. “Stunning.”
Suddenly, Beth’s hot for a reason that has absolutely nothing to do with anger. Or maybe it does, just a little. Wrong as it might be, Beth likes knowing that Viv’s slightly out of control, maybe a tad jealous. She wants to know that she’s wanted, desired. She needs to have reassurance that Viv wants her. As low as she’s currently feeling, she might not trust words. But the way Viv’s looking at her, that’s hard to deny.
Making her own appraisal of Viv, who’s dressed in the same casual trousers and plain white tee she’d been wearing earlier in the day, Beth murmurs, “you look pretty good yourself.”
Trying to convey what path her mind is currently disappearing down, Beth reaches out, resting a hand on Viv’s hip and letting her fingers find the warm skin of her waist just under the shirt.
Viv’s eyes shutter briefly. When they reopen, they’ve softened slightly.
“I shouldn’t have left,” Viv admits. “I just… I hate fighting with you. And I never know what to say. I can’t find the words and then…”
Leaning in, Beth stalls Viv’s apology with a brief kiss. Barely more than a peck, Beth still feels it low in her stomach, hopefully a promise of things to come.
“Sometimes…” Beth starts slowly. “Sometimes I don’t need words. Sometimes I just need you to love me.”
Viv leans down, pressing her forehead against Beth’s and wrapping both arms around her waist.
“I do love you. I’ll always love you,” Viv promises.
Bolstered by Viv’s response, Beth adds, “sometimes I need you to just listen. Hold me when I cry.”
Viv’s eyes squeeze shut and she looks ready to start apologizing again.
Cupping her girlfriend’s face, Beth looks up at her from under slightly lowered lids and adds, “and sometimes, Vivianne, sometimes I need you to show me that you love me. That you want me. Even if everything else in my life is shit.” ”
Beth can feel the way Viv’s fingers dig into her hips even through the material of her dress.
Eyes blazing again, this time for a far better reason, Viv vows, “I want you.”
It’s music to Beth’s ears. She can hear desire in Viv’s voice, feel it in her touch. After everything, it’s exactly what she needs. It won’t fix things between them completely, Beth knows they’ll need to talk like adults at some point, but… right now, Viv is giving her exactly what she needs.
“Show me,” Beth breathes.
Viv kisses her again, more thoroughly than before, but still holding back some. Still too controlled, paying attention to propriety and the societal expectations for what’s acceptable in public. Beth still wants more.
“Let’s go home and I will,” Viv suggests. “I’ll do whatever…”
“No,” Beth interrupts, knowing her face is probably turning red. “I don’t want to go home.”
Viv looks confused and like she’s about to ask questions so Beth cuts in again, saying, “I want you to show me here. Please Viv, I need you to do this for me. I need to know you want me madly. That you love me desperately.”
Viv looks around them, her quick mind assessing the situation in a few fleeting seconds. With another glance at Beth’s blushing face, Viv steps away.
Before Beth can really regret the loss of Viv’s closeness, a warm hand low on her back is guiding her away from the bar. Beth doesn’t know what her girlfriend’s goal is and she doesn’t much care. Viv’s familiar hand is low, low enough to be almost indecent. It’s a promise that Viv’s with her in this, whatever this is.
The goal is apparently the dancefloor, the center of the crush of bodies. Viv’s guiding navigates her right to the middle of it. Once they’re totally surrounded by the gyrating masses, Viv’s stepping in closer, pressing into Beth from behind. Her hand slides around to a position more on Beth’s hip, pulling her back against the Dutchwoman.
Beth lolls her head backwards, letting it drop against Viv’s collarbone. Internally, her mind is chanting yes repeatedly as Viv starts to move, beginning to dance. Beth goes with her, moving in concert with Viv.
It starts out dirty and quickly boarders on indecent. Viv’s hands are roaming all over Beth. On her hips, over her stomach, up until they’re flirting with cupping the rise of Beth’s chest. Throughout it all, Viv’s breathing in her ear, hot air that makes the Englishwoman shiver. The music hadn’t seemed that loud when they’d been at the bar, but now it’s overpowering. Or maybe Beth’s deafened by the pounding of her own blood rushing through her veins as Viv shows her desire.
The Dutchwoman is liquid heat, lips a brand of fire against Beth’s face and the side of her neck. She’s gentle until Beth melts and then suddenly fierce, using teeth and sucking marks into sensitive spots. Gone is the polite Viv who bashfully asks permission to leave signs of passion on Beth’s body. Vivianne is relentlessly driven, determined to show Beth every ounce of her love.
Beth is almost lost to the onslaught. All she can do is try to meet Viv’s fire with fire. As they dance, Beth grinds against Viv, rocking her ass into the taller woman’s hips over and over again. Her hemline creeps upwards and, rather than tugging it down, Beth guides one of Viv’s wondering hands to the exposed skin of her thigh.
She feels Viv moan against the back of her neck even as eager fingers tease upwards. Viv slips them under the black material of Beth’s dress until they’re almost high enough to feel where the Englishwoman is ruining her thong with her arousal.
Barely moving with the music now, Beth widens her stance, trying to show she’s willing. If Viv wants her here, on this dancefloor, Beth’s hers. She’ll do anything, everything, so long as Viv doesn’t stop kissing that spot under her ear or teasing the inside of her thigh.
Viv must know it to, because abruptly Viv’s body disappears and the slightly cooler air of the club is enough to return at least some of Beth’s senses. As much as she might want it, Viv can’t actually fuck her in the middle of this crowd.
“Come on,” Viv instructs, voice as commanding as Beth’s ever heard it.
Beth lets herself be drawn along by the hand, once again happy to be led to wherever Viv wants to take her.
The bar, club really, has been refurbished fairly recently. Part of the makeover had been the loos, replacing traditional ladies and gent’s rooms with single person ones. Beth’s eyes widen slightly as Viv propels her into one. Her girlfriend follows her in, quickly turning to lock the door behind them.
On the other side of the stylish black door, music can still clearly be heard pulsing. Beth’s distracted briefly by the thought that, if she can hear the music, the people in the club could here her. If she was loud enough. It might not be realistic, but the idea of Viv making her scream only reignite the coals of Beth’s lust.
Viv is watching her, maybe trying to judge if Beth actually wants to continue with this madness. Beth very much does and demonstrates her enthusiasm by crashing into Viv. The Dutchwoman’s taller than her, but she’s also lean, boardering on lanky. It means that Beth’s more than capable of manhandling her girlfriend until her back is pressed to the door.
Beth grabs Viv by the ears, tugging her girl down so they can kiss properly. Though the way they’re making out would hardly be termed ‘proper’. It’s a clash of lips and tongues, hot and wet and so damn good. When Beth starts to get light headed, she’s not sure if it’s from lack of oxygen or due to all her blood seeming to pool between her legs. She aches with want, clit pulsing as Viv introduces a hint of teeth to their kiss.
Panting, Beth begs against Viv’s mouth, “fuck me.”
She feels the way the Dutchwoman’s lips twist into a smile and knows she’s going to be teased even before Viv says, “here? In the club?”
“Viv,” Beth groans. “Yes here. Need you now.”
Viv kisses her again, likely as a reward for her honesty. Then Beth’s body is being pushed gently backwards. The blonde goes limp, letting Viv position her however she wants. What Viv apparently wants is for Beth to be seated on the sink counter. Normally Beth would protest the cleanliness of such a seat, but now she only helps, jumping as Viv lifts her.
Beth’s hemline, which had crept up during their dancing, is now indecently high. Viv makes a pleased sound at the back of her throat when she sees the expanse of Beth’s skin on display. She tugs the dress up all the way until Beth’s thong is the only thing all that’s protecting her modesty. Then Viv steps in close, moving forward until her hips press against Beth’s pussy.
Beth moans. Her legs lock around Viv, trying to tug the still standing woman even closer. Her hips try to rock up, coming off the marble surface slightly so she can rub herself against Viv. Beth knows she’s soaked right through the fabric of her thong. She’s aware that she’s probably leaving a stain on Viv’s trousers. She likes that though. She wants Viv to be an uncontrolled mess.
The Dutchwoman seems to be on the same page. Viv’s hands are cupping Beth’s ass, encouraging the rocking motion. There is no way that Viv’s getting much in the way of physical stimulation, but that hardly seems to matter. She’s moaning intermittently all the same, surprising Beth by how loud she’s being. Even more shocking is the words emerging between the moans.
“Wish I had the strap,” Viv bites out. “Wish I could fuck you with it, right here. Feel you cum around me.”
Beth makes a noise that’s too embarrassing to name. She wants that too.
“Please Viv, your fingers? inside?”
“Already?” Viv asks. “You’re already ready to beg for me?”
“Yes!” Beth gasps, half as an answer and half in response to the fact that Viv’s hand is suddenly between their bodies, working to move between her legs.
Viv nudges the fabric of Beth’s underwear out of the way just enough that she can plunge inside of her with two fingers.
When Beth moans wantonly at the penetration, Viv asks, “is this what you needed?”
Beth’s head falls back against the mirror behind her with a crack that will surely leave a bump. She doesn’t notice the pain, far too preoccupied with having Viv closer, even if that’s not really possible. Her legs lock behind Viv’s waist, trying to increase the force that Viv’s fucking her with. With the hand not keeping herself half upright, Beth tugs Viv’s face down to her. She tries to kiss her girlfriend, but struggles to maintain any semblance of control when Viv’s palm starts grinding against her clit.
With Beth distracted, the Dutchwoman asks again, “this is what you needed? Me making a mess of you? Claiming you in public? Making it so when you walk out of here, they all know I just fucked you?”
“Please, yes,” Beth pleads again, unable to form more coherent thoughts or words.
“Good,” Viv whispers, increasing the speed of her fingers. “I want that too. Because you’re mine Beth.”
“Yours,” Beth promises.
Viv’s possessive display is almost enough to lead Beth to climax. While she teeters on the edge, Viv’s mouth drops to her throat and the part of her chest revealed by her neckline. The slight pain of the marks Viv is busy sucking into her skin is what does it.
Beth doesn’t try to warn Viv she’s going to cum. This is what they’d both wanted, needed. Besides, there’s no time as her body is overwhelmed with pleasure. Her legs around Viv are wrapped tightly enough the other woman can barely move but that doesn’t matter. Viv manages to keep her fingers going, pumping them into Beth long after when the Englishwoman would normally want her to. Right now though, Beth savors it. She’s pulsing with orgasm and having Viv still inside her is drawing it out exquisitely.
Finally, it becomes too much. Almost regretfully, Beth lets her legs drop with a sigh. They feel weak and a little tight.
Viv, apparently reading in Beth’s body language what she needs, gently extracts her fingers. After giving her digits only a cursory lick clean, Viv starts to rub soothingly at Beth’s shaky legs.
Beth groans contentedly as Viv turns it into almost a message.
“Fuck that feels good,” Beth says.
Smirking, Viv asks wickedly, “as good as that orgasm?
Snorting, Beth bats at Viv’s stomach in pretend anger as she says, “shut it you, or I won’t return the favor.”
Viv shuts up very vast after that. Her lips also develop a slight pout that almost makes Beth want to tease her further. She won’t actually do it, not wanting to be mean when it’s clear just how wound up Viv is. Even as the Dutchwoman takes her time to rub any soreness out of Beth’s muscles, the blonde can see it.
Beth can see how flushed Viv is and the way her chest is rising and falling too rapidly. Not to mention how massive her pupils are, almost totally eclipsing the grey-blue of her irises. Viv’s need is blatantly visible and Beth relishes in it.
As soon as she’s confident that her legs will support her, Beth jumps off the counter. Pausing only long enough to straighten her thong with a slight wince at the now less than comfortable feel, Beth allows herself to drop to her knees. Just because she’s capable of standing doesn’t mean she’s going to. She’s got a very desperate girlfriend to get off after all.
Viv’s looking at her with some concern, probably thinking something noble or worrying about Beth’s knee. Beth glares at her enough that Viv stays silent however. She wants this almost as badly as she’d wanted to be fucked. Her and Viv both need this to happen now, and inconveniences like the likely grimy tile floor under her or the slight twinge in her knee are inconsequential.
Not pausing to ask permission, Beth unbuttons Viv’s trousers. She unzips the fly slowly, making eye contact with Viv all the while. It doesn’t take much to work the trousers over Viv’s slim hips and soon they’re pooling around her ankles.
Nobody has any right to look sexy like this. In a club loo with their trousers in a tangle with their shoes. Viv does it anyway.
Viv somewhat awkwardly fiddles with the hem off her T-shirt, likely feeling a little exposed.
“Relax,” Beth says tenderly. “I’ve got you.”
Viv actually does as she was instructed. Beth can see the way her quads gradually soften as she relaxes. Of course, when Beth kisses just under her belly button, Viv almost immediately stiffens again. Not bothering to hide her amusement, Beth flutters a couple more kisses over Viv’s stomach. Her girlfriend has incredible abs and it would be a crime not to enjoy them. The fact that Beth’s ministrations have Viv practically panting is a pleasant side benefit.
“Beth…”
The frank desperation in Viv’s tone has Beth glancing up. The Dutchwoman looks perfectly wrecked. Her lips are kiss swollen and she’s flushed all the way down her neck.
Reminding herself that they shouldn’t stay here all night, Beth brushes her thumb roughly over where she’s pretty sure Viv’s clit is. The dark fabric does a good job of hiding it, but touching Viv like this gives Beth insight into just how how wet her girlfriend is.
“You’re soaked,” Beth murmurs, pleased.
Viv shifts her weight slightly, her hips jerking forward just a touch before she manages to reign them in.
Beth doesn’t want restraint though. She wants Viv unbridled and wild. To encourage the loss of control she’s after, Beth leans in to kiss Viv’s clit, still through the drenched material of her underwear. She also guides Viv’s hands to her head, communicating silently that the Dutchwoman should burry fingers in her hair.
Rapidly tiring of not having enough access to Viv’s pussy, Beth pushes down the boy shorts. They catch a little around Viv’s knees and the slender woman almost stumbles as Beth tries to get her to widen her stance. Luckily, Viv manages to brace herself with one hand on the sink counter, the other hand still tangled in Beth’s hair. The additional stability is very quickly necessary because Beth’s done playing around.
Beth licks through Viv’s folds, moaning herself at the familiar taste. She repeats the motion over and over, starting at Viv’s entrance then up in one long motion, ending each with a playful lick of Viv’s clit. Each time Beth glances over the bundle of nerves, Viv twitches and her nails dig into Beth’s scalp. The Englishwoman’s hands have been left to their own devices, traversing over whatever part of Viv they can reach.
Beth knows Viv’s body. She knows that she could get Viv off just like this. It would take time, a slow build, but it would be more than enough. That’s not what Beth’s after right now though. She wants to push limits, drive Viv crazy. That’s why she eagerly slips a hand between Viv’s legs, rubbing around her opening in a wordless question.
Viv’s broken moan is confirmation enough and Beth gives her a finger, curling it just so. It’s a bit awkward as Beth figures out how to keep her mouth on Viv’s clit while still having enough room to fuck Viv’s pussy. She gets it sorted though, and settles to work with the sort of vigor that’s bound to get Viv off in short order.
Before that can happen though, they’re interrupted by a sudden banging on the door and a demand to, “hurry up in there.”
Instantly, both Beth and Viv freeze.
They stare at each other with wide eyes, the only sound their breathing and the music intruding from outside their now disturbed bubble. There is a pause, neither moving as they wait to see if there will be further interruptions.
Beth watches Viv, trying to gage what her girlfriend wants. Her finger is still inside Viv, she can feel the other woman’s wetness slowly spreading down her hand to slicken her wrists and the insides of Viv’s thighs. Beth will stop right now if that’s what Viv prefers but at the same time, if Viv wants to see things out… Well, Beth’s not going to complain about that either. Honestly, she’d forgotten about their setting, too caught up with Viv. Now she can’t help feel another hot wave of voyeuristic desire. It might be wrong of her, but she can’t help finding this situation hot.
Viv must feel likewise because her expression is horribly conflicted. Clearly she’s warring with herself, trying to balance desire with common sense.
Without meaning to be cocky, Beth knows she canget Viv off pretty quickly. Her girlfriend had already been fairly close and if she wants to continue, Beth thinks it won’t take much. Not enough time to meaningfully change the current situation anyway. They’ve already been locked in here for so long. What’s a few more minutes?
“What now love?” Beth asks softly. “Do you want me to stop or…”
Rather than finish her question, Beth crooks her finger, pressing the tip against the spot inside Viv’s body that makes Viv groan.
Biting her lower lip, Viv says uncertainly, “not sure. I was, uh, close.”
Moving slowly so Viv could stop her if she wants, Beth starts to kiss a line down Viv’s stomach. She starts at her navel, dipping her tongue into her belly button briefly before working down in tiny increments.
Pausing to glance up at Viv, Beth asks, “well?”
Squeezing her eyes shut, Viv makes her choice. Using the hand in Beth’s hair, Viv pushes the Englishwoman’s head down.
Beth grins widely, pleased by Viv’s decision.
She resumes eating Viv out with gusto, using all her considerable skill. To her delight, Viv is even more responsive than she’d been before the little interruption. If Beth had to guess, she’d wager that she’s not the only one getting off on this. She doesn’t actually want an audience or anything, Viv is hers and hers alone, but she likes the idea that people might guess what they’ve been doing. It is definitely pushing her buttons.
Testing the waters slightly, Beth pauses long enough to murmur, “you better keep quiet baby. Otherwise they’ll hear you.”
It’s utter nonsense really, but that doesn’t stop Viv from shuddering with pleasure and nodding. Checkmate, Beth thinks, making a mental note that this is an avenue for them to explore further in the future. For now though, she shuts up and puts her mouth back to more important work.
Wrapping her lips around Viv’s clit, Beth sucks gently, using a counterrhythm to her finger’s movements. As Viv’s body jerks in response, Beth carefully adds a second finger. She’s fucked Viv with three before, but two is generally enough. With the way she feels Viv’s pussy already starting to clench around her, two is all she’s going to have time to work up to right now.
Using the firm tip of her tongue, Beth flicks over Viv’s clit as fast as she’s able. At the same time, she plunges her fingers into Viv. The nails of her free hand dig into the muscle of the Dutchwoman’s ass, encouraging the way Viv is practically fucking herself on Beth’s fingers and against Beth’s mouth. It’s messy and borderline out of control. Half of Beth’s face is coated with Viv’s wetness and her own saliva. She basks in every sensation, half wishing it would never end.
Of course, she’s also even more enthusiastic about having Viv feel good, so when her girlfriend’s orgasm crests, Beth loves that too. She moans happily as she feels Viv’s body tighten around her fingers and she makes certain to keep everything she’s doing consistent as Viv twitches through her pleasure.
Viv’s noisy. She’s mumbling what Beth thinks is praises but it’s a little hard to tell given they’re in a garbled combination of English and Dutch. Not to mention interspersed with soft moans as the lanky woman grows increasingly sensitive.
Remembering their current surroundings, Beth decides she better ease Viv down. As much as she’d like to try and give her girl multiple orgasms, now is probably not the place. With a few more long licks, Beth carefully withdraws her fingers and pulls Viv’s boy shorts back up.
She smiles at the little nose wrinkle of displeasure Viv makes when the wet fabric settles in place. She leaves the Dutchwoman to tug up her own trousers and busies herself with straightening her dress.
Viv stays quiet as Beth quickly washes her hands and face. Beth glances at her girlfriend in the mirror, noticing how flushed with pleasure Viv still looks. But also, somehow more relaxed. Their earlier fight isn’t forgotten exactly, but it seems distant right now, and less important.
Beth moves over, letting Viv take a turn at washing her hands. She stays close though, leaning into the taller woman’s side. She feels tired, but not the despondent sort of exhaustion of before.
“Viv?” Beth asks, waiting for Viv to look at her before continuing. “You love me?”
Viv’s expression is tender as she answers with conviction, “I love you. And I want you too. If I didn’t make that clear.”
Beth can’t help smiling goofily as she teases, “I did get that impression actually. Might have something to do with the fact that I can still taste you. Oh and the bit where we just fooled around in public.”
Looking mildly embarrassed but not at all regretful, Viv argues, “not really in public.”
“I’m pretty sure this loo’s not private property babe,” Beth points out. “Not to mention the number of people on the other side of that door.”
Now Viv’s face is truly red but she still argues, “they didn’t know that we were, you know, doing that.”
Smirking, Beth asks, “fucking? I’m pretty sure they can guess. You don’t need to be shy. Not after you just got off on this. It’s okay if it turns you on.”
“It’s not just me, is it?” Viv asks. “You liked this too.”
Shrugging, Beth agrees, “yeah, I really did. Now though, I’m ready to get you home. Sound good?”
“Home sounds perfect.”
Beth, after glancing once more at her completely debouched appearance in the mirror, makes for the door. Before she can open it though, she’s spun around and pushed back into it by Viv. As she gasps in surprise, Viv kisses her hard, plundering her mouth. Beth meets her eagerly, happy to let Viv taste herself.
When lack of oxygen forces them apart, Beth asks, “what was that for?”
“Cause I wanted you,” Viv says simply.
Smiling at her girlfriend and feeling a tiny bit bashful, Beth looks for reassurance, “yeah?”
“And because I love you,” Viv adds, giving Beth exactly what she needs and kissing her again lightly.
Beth smile is blissful and she cherishes the moment for a few seconds before saying, “shall we face the music?
With a matching smile, Viv asks, “together?”
“Always,” Beth vows.