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The bed creaked like it was as shocked as Vaggie was when Charlie tackled her.
Charlie was not the violent type. At no point in their relationship had Vaggie ever feared her, and definitely didn't think her girlfriend would physically harm her. Ever. It never mattered how mad they got with each other.
Before Vaggie could voice her surprise, or even better, ask what the fuck Charlie was thinking, her mouth slammed onto her's, hard enough their teeth clacked together, which should've hurt, but all Vaggie could feel was anger, buzzing under her veins. She didn't like fighting with her girlfriend. She didn't like fighting period, it always seemed to bring out the worst inside her, and Charlie always gave her a reason to make sure her temper didn't get the best of her.
But Charlie knew what to do--she wanted to hold her girlfriend, and hold her close, and never let her go, even this angry.
And Charlie kissed her harder, one arm around Vaggie's waist and her other hand settled on her shoulder, fingers tight enough to bruise. There was several threads of spit still connecting their mouths when Charlie pulled away, her ruby-red eyes shining and dark at the same time. "You're really pissing me off," she growled.
"I'm pissing you off?" Vaggie demanded. "What the Hell do you have to be mad about right now?" A muscle in Charlie's jaw twitched. "Don't turn this thing around! You are in the wrong right now, okay? If you had just listened to me--"
This time, she wasn't sure who had moved first, just that Charlie's lips were so glossy, and she had spit on her chin from their kiss just a moment ago, and all she could think about was how her girlfriend tasted like cinnamon. The hand on her waist moved down to the hem of her dress and tugged up. Vaggie pulled back. "Seriously? I'm pissed at you, and you want to fuck me right now?You think now's the time?"
Charlie was breathing heavily, and Vaggie's attention slipped down to her tits, hidden behind three whole layers from her prying eye. Why three? Why did Charlie have to hide them? They were perfect, they didn't need to be covered. "You," she panted. "Have been staring at my mouth this whole fight." Of course she had noticed, because Charlie had been staring into her eye for the entire time, and she saw everything Vaggie saw, and she knew no matter how angry Vaggie got, she never stopped looking, never stopped admiring. Every minute of every day, the two of them craved each other, "If you don't want me to do this, if you want me to stop, I will, but don't act like this is one-sided."
Vaggie always wanted it, though.
Okay, this time Vaggie definitely was the one to initiate the kiss. The force was near bruising, she nipped Charlie's bottom lip and felt some of her lipgloss stay on her teeth and almost stamped down the affection worming back into her chest. The anger wouldn't be so overwhelming if she didn't love Charlie the way she did. She hoped, at least, that Charlie knew how angry she was, and knew that her lust didn't detract from it. (She did.)
Charlie shoved her back again, a little harsher than she meant to, and yanked Vaggie's usual dress over her head, blinding her to the world. She groped dead air for a minute, only hearing the creak of the mattress under their shared weight, while Charlie desperately tried to get her naked. And then, her dress was off, laying in a pile on the carpeted floors of their shared bedroom. "You couldn't even have aimed for the basket?" Vaggie hissed.
Carelessly, Vaggie tore open her alabaster top, nails scraping over flesh and buttons flying far and hard enough, they bounced off the nearby wall. "Hypocrite," Charlie responded, or maybe the act had been in retaliation. Either way, it came out more as a tease than with any real venom.
Fingers dove into her panties, and those came off too, over her stockings and high-heeled pumps because apparently, Charlie could not be fucked right now. All Vaggie's fury was pooling into her core like molten lead, but when she looked at Charlie's face, it was holding the same anger, pulling ink-like features on daisy-white skin into a villainous and beautiful snarl. "You drive me crazy, you know that?"
Stomping down her anger, she tried to reach for Charlie's pants, but the angle wasn't right. Blonde curls brushed over her skin, soft like satin, as she bowed her head and started pressing her mouth against Vaggie's stomach. Everything that stung was a kiss, and everything soft was a bite, and it was utter bliss that almost cut through Vaggie's tension like a hot knife through butter. Her mouth was hot and wet, and Vaggie was quickly turning out that way too, already flushed in equal parts anger to arousal. When she got mad in the past, she had never found herself turned on. She blamed Charlie. "Your pants," she huffed, squirming. "Let me take your pants off."
Charlie bit down and all of Vaggie's thoughts racing through her head screeched to a halt. It would've been one thing if it was just a bite, but then she was licking the spot, sucking what she could into her mouth, and she must've known what she was doing to Vaggie, because she brought her knees a little closer up on the bed, drawing attention to the curve of her ass but also letting her bury her smirk into Vaggie's flesh. Sometimes, Vaggie wondered if her girlfriend had been carved from marble like a statue, all her angles and features looked so perfect. "Charlie," she grunted.
She didn't pull away until there was a dark, angry red spot on Vaggie's stomach, bruising slowly from Charlie's attention, even as she rose onto her hands and her mouth went lower on her body. She looked up at her, eyes burning and the skin atop her head blistering.
Concern steamrolled over all other emotions, the horror that something was happening to her lover and she might've been too distracted to notice a moment ago before ruby-red horns begun to tear through the top of Charlie's head like it was a thin sheet of fabric. As painful as it looked, Charlie's expression didn't truly change. Her nails sharpened and dug into Vaggie's hips tighter, her body now hot to the touch. Vaggie realized what was going on--this had happened before. She was fine.
Concern left, and her anger sharpened--because even now, Charlie had to worry her, and Vaggie always let herself get worried, always distracted herself with her girlfriend. She was pissed, and no amount of horniess from either of them was going to make her forget that. "Yeah, let's just have sex instead of finish the argument," Vaggie said. "That's a good plan."
"Maybe getting laid will mellow you out." Charlie rolled her eyes, so uncharacteristic of her, Vaggie was tempted to ask this woman what she had done with her Charlie, but she straightened enough to look Vaggie in the eye, one-hundred-percent her. "You know, sometimes, I really think you make up shit to be angry about just so you can feel like you're winning the argument."
Her face grew hot, not helped by how warm Charlie's body was against her almost-completely naked form. Her heat seeped through her clothes. "What? That's not true!" Her lack of a real defense just made her even angrier.
"And now you'll probably just be mad that I said that," Charlie said. "And we'll fight for another hour, because it's not like you can lose this fight, no, I'm always in the wrong." She pulled Vaggie's thighs apart and buried her face in without another word.
Every time Charlie ate her out, Vaggie thought she had died all over again. She hadn't been a virgin when she came down to Hell, but Charlie made her feel like one. Her touch brought out something soft, and giddy, and eager, a far cry from the jaded, weary, defensive person she often feared she could only ever be. There was just this weird level of confidence she had in the act, something that had been so normalized down here, and she was always so eager, and like this, with her horns curving backward and ending in sharp points, and her mouth hot enough to burn against her slit, it was no different.
In every context, Charlie was good with her mouth. When she spoke, when she sang, when she hummed, whispered, laughed, or when she decided she was craving oral and made Vaggie sit on her face for a while...
Her body stayed taut under her, but Vaggie's mind began to grow fuzzy. It was not fair that she had to fall in love with the hottest woman alive. It was not fair that she would care more for this woman than she had ever cared about anything else. It was not fair that her tongue felt better than any drug the Pentagram had ever seen, and that her horns looked like perfect handles to steer that perfect mouth where she wanted it. All at once, her body began to shake--Charlie's tongue went down, teasing her entrance before she made the loudest slurping sound she apparently could manage, zooming past obnoxious and looping back around to hot.
Gritting her teeth, Vaggie wrapped her fists around Charlie's horns and pulled her closer. That tongue stopped teasing and plunged as deep as it possibly could inside Vaggie's pussy. Deeper than usual, it felt like--but Vaggie wasn't sure if that was just how hot and sensitive her body was, or if when Charlie transformed into something more demonic, making her usual form waver and tear around it, that just gave her some sort of freakishly elongated tongue, but it didn't matter. What did matter was feeling her girlfriend's hot breath on her sex, and how she hummed, and Vaggie swore every sound she made reverberated inside her chest and felt so fucking good on her body, she never wanted to let go of her. Maybe they could stop fighting, if they could just spend all of eternity together like this. It'd be much harder to fight if Charlie's mouth was doing better things than arguing with her, when Vaggie was too overwhelmed with pleasure to even remember why she was mad.
Was she mad? She wasn't sure if she could be anymore. A contented sigh left her lips, too soft for what had led up to this, and one of her hands slipped from Charlie's horn into her hair. Long, soft, a pale yellow that wrapped around her palms perfectly, which was how Vaggie usually steered her around like this when she didn't have the horns. She pushed it back from Charlie's pale face and weakly fiddled with the few scraps of skin, shredded by her horns, and looked at Charlie's face for any sign of pain. She had never shown any pain when it happened in the past, but Vaggie somehow always worried when she got a good look at it. Maybe her girlfriend just had a very high pain tolerance?
Charlie's eyes opened, though not all the way. Her gaze was almost lazy, more relaxed than aroused. One of her hands let go of her hip and squeezed her inner thigh before tracing the rim of her entrance, soaked in a mix of Vaggie's own arousal and her girlfriend's saliva.
Vaggie clenched around the first finger before it was even all the way in, stomach churning. Her anger had faded to the back of her mind, completely overshadowed by the burning lust between her thighs. If Charlie hadn't been the first to tackle her into bed, Vaggie was only vaguely aware they eventually would've gotten heated enough for het to do the same, and then, maybe she'd be on top. Either way, she had clamped down hard enough on Charlie's finger, it had stopped moving. Almost timidly, they wriggled, and Vaggie glanced down at her lover's arm, because she was in love with the fire-red eyes watching her, and the fingers in her pussy, and the pale skin on Charlie's arm that connected the two in flesh.
"There we go," Charlie cooed, a mumble Vaggie felt more than heard. She curled her finger towards her stomach, watched her shiver. When Vaggie got angry, it was a little hard to calm her down--but this seemed to be working fine. "Relax for me, Vags. Come on."
A deep, shuddering breath. "This is so stupid," Vaggie mumbled, spreading her legs a little further. Charlie crawled closer, and a second finger pried in before she hissed through her teeth.
"You're okay," Charlie said. She brought her free hand to Vaggie's clit and rubbed as gently as she could, in Vaggie's preferred, favored circular motions. Counter-clockwise, specifically. Her mouth opened in a low groan, and she managed to slip that second finger in. "That's it. Good girl."
Vaggie sat up just enough to show her narrowed eye, but Charlie didn't even bother to bite back her grin. "What? Am I not supposed to praise you when you're so good for me?"
"You," she panted. "Make it very hard to relax." Her fingers flexed and then curled into her palms. "It's not enough you never listen to me, no..."
Charlie reached up, and her palm pressed flat down on Vaggie's chest until she was all the way down. There was heat in her eyes, but the smile on her face was so cool, Vaggie shuddered at the same time she broke into a sweat. The look went straight to her burning center, sending her nerves alight and making her clench a little harder around those fingers. "I'm listening to you now," she said, sweetly. "And I heard that moan. And I heard how your heart picked up when I told you what a good girl you were." All that heat in her face trailed down to bloom in her chest. "And I'm going to make you tell me how much you love every minute of it."
Back down she went, lips brushing back over Vaggie's clit and pumping her fingers into her pussy in a steady rhythm. Vaggie gritted her teeth in an attempt to keep her noises to a minimum. Her girlfriend obviously had a big enough head, but Charlie was too fucking stubborn to just accept how wet Vaggie was and how hard she was trembling, as the victory they both knew it to be. A hot tongue pressed against her clit, and then skipped back down to trace over her vulva. Vaggie's heart skipped a beat before Charlie pressed her face further, sucking until Vaggie's toes curled into the sheets.
"Fuck," she hissed out. Charlie hummed and--no, no, not this fast--her smirk nearly had Vaggie finishing early.
So, maybe it'd been awhile for them both. Maybe they were both pent up and tense, maybe they both craved the other on a carnal and visceral level. That didn't mean Vaggie wasn't right. That didn't mean she had to forget her anger. It could just... go on the back burner. For now.
She clenched her jaw and grabbed again on Charlie's horns, the only way she wanted to really convey she wanted more, with the illusion that she was somehow the one controlling Charlie. As close to obedient as she got, Charlie dutifully kept sucking and fingered her. The same, slow rhythm she had initially set up. She could take her time with Vaggie. They had all the time in the world.
Honestly, Charlie could voncine Vaggie they'd been there in bed for centuries. Something about her seemed to blur all of time. If Vaggie tried to count the seconds, she'd forget minutes. Vaggie would rot in this bed before she'd let Charlie go far.
Desperately, she clamped her thighs around Charlie's head and tightened her grip on her horns. Another hum sent vibrations all the way to her core, until her eye shut in bliss, and her whole body went taut.
And still, Charlie didn't let up, not until Vaggie's hands stopped clenching and she was weakly pushing her back, legs somehow loose and stiff all at the same time. "I need a minute, hon, hon, please--"
A soothing hand traced circles on her hip. "It's okay," Charlie cooed, voice honeyed and husky at the same time. "Deep breaths for me, Vags. You did so good."
It was hard to breathe. Her legs were still trembling, but at some point, Charlie's hand begun to slow, and then still, and then turned Vaggie onto her stomach so she could push her face into the blankets and will the shaking out of her body.
She was there for a moment. She could hear something going on behind her--a rattle, something clacking shut, a snap, rustling for an unknown something Vaggie couldn't even think about--but couldn't figure out what, and couldn't say she really cared.
Another moment passed, and Charlie's hands, warm like coals, pressed back onto her flesh. She could feel the prick of her nails, something hard on something soft, but they didn't hurt. Even still, she didn't think much of it, until she felt something cold drip onto her back, and then the wet smear of lube between her thighs. "You couldn't even warm it up?" Vaggie hissed.
"Nope." The lamp behind them threw their twisted shadows onto the wall Vaggie was facing, and it could've been that, but it made Charlie's horns look so much taller. She looked so much bigger than her. Not really a deterrent, though. They hadn't even needed the lube--Vaggie was still wet from her previous orgasm and Charlie's spit, and she could feel it dripping out of her and onto the bedsheets.
Cool plastic rubbed down the whole length of her vulva, because obviously, she needed the teasing. Vaggie hurried to spread her legs, trying to pretend the growing need within her wasn't as desperate as it was. Breath tickled the back of her neck, and then Charlie's ears moved to her ear. "Are you ready?" She whispered.
Lips latched onto her neck, and Vaggie sighed, almost dreamily. If she could stay right here forever, she would, even if it meant she didn't get fucked.
Just as Charlie's tongue lathed over a swatch of skin, one of her hands pressed on the small of her back, pinning her down while she slid in.
The stretch wasn't immediately painful, but Vaggie felt it burn more than she anticipated and hissed, hands clenching around the blankets. "Did you use the biggest one you can find?" She demanded, and looked over her shoulder to glare at Charlie.
Charlie's gaze froze her completely solid. The smile on her lips looked a little too cruel for her girlfriend, and the red color in her eyes was only getting brighter, less of a rich wine and more like burning LEDs. "I would have used a lot more lube if I was going to use one any bigger." Her voice was a rumble, pulling goosebumps out of her arms her palms immediately tried to soothe away, like she wanted to protect Vaggie from the cool air. "But I definitely considered it."
One hand on her hip before she thrusted as deep as she could, and still ground against her. Apparently, they couldn't take their time tonight, but the thought of Charlie ramming her into the bed, quick and violent, of her nails scratching into her hips, of wearing a necklace of her hickies when she left this room--
Charlie moaned softly, still against her ear. "So perfect for me," she said. "Nice and tight, so wet. I don't know how I let you out of this room." Vaggie could hear how she licked her lips, and had to swallow hard while she tried to rock her hips back onto the thick toy her girlfriend was feeding into her pussy. "I don't know I let you walk, I should just keep you in bed all day. Fuck you so hard you can't get out."
"Ugh, don't do that," Vaggie said. "I need to be able to get out of bed to put out the fire in the kitchen when you try to make us toast."
She grabbed a fistful of Vaggie's hair and pulled hard enough to make her cry out--and in the corner of her eye, Vaggie could see those ebony lips hiding that silver tongue, her grin cruel and loving all at once. "I fucking love your mouth," she said, about the same thing Vaggie was thinking before she kissed her so hard, their heads spun, and started pounding into Vaggie in earnest.
Sweat dripped onto Vaggie's body, pinned under her, only able to hold onto the bedsheets. She didn't know what toy exactly Charlie had chosen for the night, just that there was a certain curve clenching around made her eyes roll back into her head. The first time Vaggie tried to muffle her groans into the bed, Charlie just grabbed her hair again, and didn't let go, keeping her head up and pulling her into her thrusts. "Faster," Vaggie panted out, tried to roll her hips back.
Charlie stared at the smooth expanse of Vaggie's sweaty back and traced over her spine with one of her fingers. "Beg," she said, sweetly.
Vaggie said nothing, and the desire in Charlie's head and chest bloomed brighter. "Beg," she repeated. "You're being too quiet. You weren't quiet before I started fucking you." Her hands pushed her further into the mattress, the bedsprings protesting their weight. Charlie didn't even have the clarity of mind to worry she might hurt Vaggie, not that it mattered. It didn't hurt--what did hurt was how her thrusting began to slow, and when she tried to look back at Charlie, she pressed her head down, cheek against the sheets so her mouth was still bared to the open air. "Do you want to keep arguing now?"
"Charlie."
This was at least a thousand times better than sex. "You can say my name while you beg."
A loud, defeated groan, before she said, much softer, "Charlie, please. I need you, hon." Vaggie squirmed under her, and she smiled at the sight of the woman she loved so deep in the throes of pleasure at her complete mercy. And Charlie was always merciful, but the idea that she could deny her somehow was so thrilling. "Please keep going."
"Much better." Charlie pressed a kiss to the top of her head--through the scent of sweat, she could smell the green apples in Vaggie's shampoo, from their shared shower.
She did exactly as Vaggie asked and slammed back in, and sacrificed the long, deep thrusts for a faster pace that didn't need her to pull back so much.
Vaggie choked on her moans--she felt like she was supposed to thank Charlie somehow, or keep begging, but her words failed her. The brutal, non-stop pace wasn't helping to clear her head, but Charlie's grunts through her gritted teeth behind her threatened to throw her over the edge. She clenched around the toy inside her, choking out, "Charlie, pl-please, I'm--Charlie--"
"Go ahead, baby," she cooed. "Go on, cum for your princess."
And she did. The building heat in her stomach exploded, with seemingly every nerve in her body lighting up and screaming out her girlfriend's name loud enough there was probably somebody in another ring getting up and going, What the fuck was that?
Charlie watched her girlfriend relax further into the bed, mouth falling open and eye closing. She looked perfect like this. Would it be okay to keep going, milk this climax for everything it was worth, so she could watch Vaggie make that face, unmarred by anything that wasn't total bliss?
No, no... Vaggie would get overwhelmed. Obviously, she needed a break, and so, Charlie would give her one.
She rolled her onto her back and crawled closer. When Vaggie's eye opened, she was greeted to the sight of her girlfriend's newly-bared, neglected, soaked cunt, hovering over her face. Her eyes bore down into her, crinkled in the corners from how deep and how fond her smile was. This was one way to win an argument. "Serve your princess, Vaggie."