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It was hot out, hot enough for thin tank tops and laying on the hardwood floor in boxers, sharing popsicles and getting sticky juice on lips and fingers. Not even summer yet, and Abby's hair was sticking to her forehead and sweat was dampening her back. She glances over at her girlfriend, who was spread eagle on the floor, popsicle in her mouth and 3DS held above her eyes as she tapped away at buttons with her thumbs.
Abby huffs a laugh, rolling onto her belly and biting the now clean popsicle stick between her molars. She chews lazily, tilting her head to the side and letting her gaze sweep over Ellie. She looks pretty like this; wearing nothing but her boxers and a sports bra, her skin a little shiny with sweat and her bangs sticking to her forehead.
There was a box fan blowing warm air at them desperately, but the AC was out. Occasionally the girls could hear Joel, up on the roof, swearing and banging around with the unit. Ellie always smiles to herself when it picks up again, pausing to flick green eyes to the window. It makes Abby melt a little. Ellie was such a tough nut to crack, most times — it was easy to forget she was just a sweetheart, deep down.
The overwhelming urge to kiss her suddenly takes over Abby, and she's helpless to do anything but discard her popsicle stick, pluck Ellie's from her mouth, and press a messy kiss to lips that tasted like blue raspberry and were tinted blue.
Ellie makes a soft noise, startled, her 3DS bumping against Abby's temple. She returns the press of Abby's lips on the tail end of the kiss, laughing when Abby pulls back and looks down at her.
"Well hello," Ellie says. She glances up at her console and it chimes as she saves her game and shuts it down. She closes it with a click and sets it aside, settling to look up at her girlfriend. "You gonna give my popsicle back?"
"You take forever to finish these," Abby teases, taking a bit off the top before she hands it over and licks sticky juice from her fingers.
"Hey!" Ellie squawks, snatching the frozen treat back. A drop of blue dots her collarbone. She glowers at Abby as she sticks it back in her mouth, sucking noisily.
Abby quirks an eyebrow, tipping her head to the side. "You look pretty," she offers as Ellie finishes the popsicle off and nibbles on the stick.
Ellie blinks, then scoffs and tosses her popsicle stick toward the wastebasket in the corner of her room. It misses, bouncing off the lip and clattering quietly to the floor. "You want something."
"Can't I just think my girlfriend looks nice in her underwear?"
Ellie glowers, crossing her arms over her chest, shifting. Her hair was spread out beneath her head, blending a little with the cherry wood of the floors. It was coppery in the light filtering through the thin curtains. Abby reaches up to brush her fingers through it.
"Okay," Ellie huffs, "now I know you really want something."
Abby rolls her eyes, then ducks her head and kisses away the drop of blue raspberry from Ellie's chest. "Maybe." She murmurs against skin salty with sweat.
Ellie's breath catches. She was usually the one to initiate anything, although Abby matched her (or exceeded her) in stamina and libido. "Yeah?" She breathes, eyes stuck on her girlfriend.
Abby glances up at her, smiling against her skin. "If you want."
"I always want."
The blonde laughs, sitting up on her elbows. "C'mere," she says, hooking a strong arm around Ellie's waist and rolling onto her back, pulling the redhead atop her.
Ellie squawks, but settles with a huff, stretching out on top of Abby. "Sheesh. Can you be any stronger?"
"Probably," Abby muses, and Ellie rolls her eyes.
"Okay, whatever. Make out with me?"
Abby snorts, cupping the back of Ellie's neck and tugging her down into a kiss. Her other hand slips down to rest against the small of her back — truly small against the wide expanse of her palm.
The press of their lips is lazy, as warm as the sun and as sweet as the popsicles lingering on tongue and teeth. Ellie's hands rest on Abby's shoulders, Abby's fingers trace lazy patterns on the small of Ellie's back. Teeth don't join until Ellie nips Abby's lower lip, taunting like she always did.
Abby takes the bait — like she always did. She growls playfully, tightening her hold and rolling them over again, depositing Ellie carefully against the floor. Ellie laughs in the small space between them, their foreheads bumping, before she chases Abby's lips and pulls one of her hands to cup her chest. Brazen and crass. Just how the blonde liked her.
Ellie's bra doesn't last much longer, not in this heat. It ends up in a pile not too far away, Abby's lips taking its place to cover her tits in kisses. Fingers tangle in blonde hair, already undoing a carefully done braid, breath stuttering beneath Abby's lips.
"I have you," Abby murmurs, pressing a kiss in the valley of freckled skin between Ellie's breasts, glancing up at her girlfriend. Ellie flushes, biting her lower lip, before she exhales softly.
"I know," she says, soft and as sweet as the blue raspberry staining her tongue.
Abby smiles, hands slipping down her ribs, kisses following soon after. Ellie's legs fall open when Abby's thumbs hook in the waistband of her boxers and gently start to tug. She buries her nose in a red happy trail, breathing in the musk of sweat and sex.
"Gross," Ellie mumbles, like she wouldn't — and hadn't — done the exact same.
Abby snorts softly to herself, tugging off her boxers the rest of the way. "Comfortable enough?" She asks as she settles between pale legs, pressing a kiss to Ellie's inner thigh and flicking blue eyes up to green.
"Yes," Ellie's breath hitches once again. Abby knew this probably wasn't true, Ellie would probably bitch about how sore her back was later, but for now she didn't care much. She takes her girlfriend at face value and instead presses a line of kisses through a thatch of red hair until her tongue slips over Ellie's clit.
Her girlfriend moans softly, eyes closing, fingers once again buried in blonde hair. Her thighs shift restlessly before she widens them a little, tugging insistently on the handful of hair she had.
"Needy," Abby murmurs, but she indulges her with the sweep of her tongue once again, letting it tease against her hole and dip inside just a fraction. Ellie moans, sweet and breathy, and Abby smiles to herself.
She lifts a hand, sucking one finger slick, before she sucks gently on Ellie's clit and sinks the finger into her gently. Just so she has something to clench around. Which she does — she gasps and squeezes and drips for Abby. The blonde takes her time, letting her pace continue to be slow.
Ellie luxuriates in it for a few minutes, until her neediness kicks into overdrive and she whines, hips canting up to ask for more. Her pubic bone bumps Abby's nose and she grunts, her other hand lifting and pressing down on her hip. But she adds another finger, letting them slip deeper into Ellie and curl against the one sweet spot she loved to tease.
"Ahh," Ellie gasps, her fingers curling uselessly on the hardwood and tightly in Abby's hair. She rocks her hips up, or tries to, one more time. When her efforts are fruitless, she whines. kicking a leg.
"Abby," she complains.
Leave it to Ellie to not be able to slow down and enjoy a good thing. Abby rolls her eyes, then gently starts thrusting her fingers, nice and slow. She sucks a little harder around her, pulling a moan from the redhead. That was more like it.
"M'gonna," Ellie slurs, when she's dripping down Abby's wrist and squeezing tightly around her, thighs trembling with every suck Abby gives to her clit.
Abby chuckles around her, then nips the hood of her clit gently and pulls a louder cry from Ellie — and an orgasm. She licks her through it, soothing the sting, lifting the hand on her belly so Ellie can rut into her and ride it out.
"Fuck," Ellie pants when Abby finally pulls off, running a shaking hand through her hair. Hazy green eyes meet smug blue, and she scoffs when she sees the messy, self-satisfied smirk on her girlfriend's face. "Oh, fuck you."
"You wanna?" Abby winks.
"Gimme a minute," Ellie complains, laying spread like a starfish on the floor. "It's so fuckin' hot."
"Yeah you are," Abby agrees, earning a roll of the eyes and a kick in her general direction.
"Fucker," Ellie mutters, but she tips her chin up and accepts a kiss that tastes like herself when Abby crawls over her to give her one.
"Mm," Abby hums. "You love it."
"Think I just love you." Ellie sighs, her fingers curling in the damp baby curls on the back of Abby's neck. She drops their sweaty foreheads together, smiling to herself, then kisses Abby once more.
"Gimme one minute," she hums. "I'll get you back."
"No rush." Abby shifts to lay beside her on the cooler hardwood. "I'm not going anywhere."
"You taste like blue raspberry."
"Gee, wonder why."
Joel's swearing kicks back up on the roof, and the girls tip to look at one another before bursting into laughter.