Bitchslap Love
-Bitchslap Love-
Pulsian eyes fluttered open. The warrior hissed, too bright. She squeezed them shut and lay back on the bed. A hand came up to shield her eyes from the sunlight that peeked through the edges of the heavy drapes. She tensed. Pain. The long, slender athletic body ached everywhere that it could.
Warm breath on her neck. Realization. Heat that wasn’t hers enveloped her body. A smooth, muscular arm draped lazily around her midriff. Strong legs twined around her own. Lightning had stayed the night.
Truth told, Fang had expected anything but that. The Pulsian woman had gone into the situation knowing it could be well be the first, last, and only time it would ever happen.
Fang took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of vanilla. Memories from last night returned to the forefront of her mind, the presence of the pink-haired warrior confirming that it wasn’t just a dream. She shifted onto her side to face her.
Lightning was still asleep, her hair in disarray over her features. Fang carefully, gently, ran a hand through Light’s bangs, brushing them away from her face. Her fingertips trailed lightly across the younger woman’s temple and tucked the satiny strand behind her exposed ear.
The Pulse native weighed the consequences of her actions from the previous night. She had taken quite a bruising. It would be days before she fully recovered. Was it worth it?
OOOOOOO
Fang knew what she wanted. The day that Lightning had bitch-slapped her with a vicious backhand had only confirmed it. Fang heard a deafening crack that was either her cheekbone, or Light’s knuckles. The pain was sharp and immediate, but the Pulse-born woman took the blow stoically, and even managed a slight smirk in return, which only served to irk the ex- Cocoon soldier further.
Later that night, Fang had an epiphany. Sure, she had a thing for their leader, but she hadn’t known she was into violence. Her bruised cheek tingled, ached, and it set her on fire down to her very core. She eagerly succumbed to the urge to manually work out her frustrations, all the while fantasizing about being topped by the pink-haired woman.
Now, the two alphas stared each other down, mere inches separating them. Fang searched deep into Lightning’s eyes for any form of acknowledgement of the feelings she had just confessed, -I’m in love with you- but Lightning only returned her gaze with a hard, angry stare.
Below the surface, Fang could have sworn she saw a flash of something. Curiosity? Maybe. The Pulse-born knew whatever feelings Lightning might reciprocate were buried deep under the weight of her fears, her general aversion to others and especially to touch. Whatever move was going to be made, it would have to be Fang’s. She would have to take what she wanted. She knew Lightning wouldn’t give it freely.
Heart beating double-speed, Fang closed the distance, circling her arms quickly around Lightning’s back. She was met with resistance as Lightning did the only thing she could to keep them separate. Scowling, Lightning gathered her arms before her chest, keeping a barrier between them.
‘What the fuck do you think you’re--’ was all she managed to get out before Fang’s mouth claimed hers.
Lightning growled and clenched her lips tight and tried to push her away. Fang was stronger, though and she didn’t let up. She shifted her arms, using one to hold Light closer, and the other to press on the back of her head.
Lightning was pissed, to say the least. If she didn’t give in, her lips would be bruised. Fang’s kiss was hard and it hurt and there was only way out.
Fang shuddered in excitement when Light unexpectedly opened her mouth, allowing access. She didn’t kiss back, though, and Fang knew, when it was over, she would pay the price.
She ended it finally, desperate for breath, and braced herself for the blow she knew she had coming, as Lightning pushed her further away.
“What the fuck was that all about?” Light demanded, scorching Fang with her gaze.
The warrior woman just stood back and chuckled softly to herself, an act she knew would draw the soldier’s ire. She was counting on it.
For emphasis, she added, “Did you like it?” with just the right inflection to imply that she knew deep down, Lightning did like it.
“Fuck you,” she growled, and pounced on Fang, hitting her full-force, knocking the wind out of her and slamming them both to the floor. Lightning pinned her to the ground, straddling her hips and Fang felt herself getting wet. She grinned and shifted their weight, sliding a long, slender thigh between Light’s legs. The soldier grunted, wide-eyed shock, then her perma-scowl was back in place.
She threw her weight forward to pin Fang harder. Then she kicked the Pulse native’s legs apart, and dug her knees into them, balancing her weight on Fang’s thighs. She sneered triumphantly at her captive.
“Give it up” she ordered, sure of herself and fully expecting the Pulsian to comply.
Fang’s reply was a smirk. “Never,” Then she bucked her hips and rolled over, taking Light with her and reversing their positions. Lightning glared up at her.
“Get off of me,” she demanded, as Fang’s hands unbuckled her jacket and slid under her turtleneck sweater. She growled and cursed as Fang groped her left breast through her bra. She managed to get one hand free and she used it to christen Fang’s smug face. She hit her square in the mouth, busting her lower lip. The Pulsian renewed her grip and ran her tongue along her bottom lip, tasting the sweet copper. She stole another forced kiss and chuckled lightly.
Fang watched in amusement as the smaller woman continued to deny her excitement, even though she shivered and goosebumps ran down her arms. She counted herself lucky that the bra clasped in the front. She worked it open with one hand and paused.
She knew she was severely testing Light’s patience. Fang had a moment to realize she was also possibly risking her very life. Was it worth it?
Light’s knee came up into her stomach and Fang had to adjust again to keep her down as she continually struggled.
She peeled the jacket and shirt open, exposing soft flesh to the air conditioned apartment. Lightning’s face flushed and she struggled harder and Fang realized she was embarrassed and now she thought maybe she had crossed the line. Well, if she was going to die anyway, might as well finish this.
She bent her head down towards Light’s left breast and gently flicked her tongue across the hard rose-pink nipple. In that single moment, everything suddenly changed from fight, to sex.
A loud, surprised cry escaped from Light’s mouth at the moment of contact from Fang’s heated tongue. She bucked so hard arching into it, that she finally broke free of the other woman’s grasp.
Was it worth dying for?
Hell yes!
Fang’s hands found both of her breasts, gently teasing and pulling, kneading, cupping, caressing. For several unbelievable heartbeats, Light responded, arching, sighing, and finally kissing back.
Then Fang made the mistake of letting her hands trail lower, stopping just above Light’s shorts. If she had been in her right mind, she would have known better than to give her that much warning.
Fang wasn’t surprised that she wound up pressed against the wall, Light’s fist painfully jerking on a handful of hair. Their eyes met and Fang trembled with anticipation. There was nothing loving or tender in those piercing blue eyes. There was only sex, and power.
Lighting bit Fang on the outer shell of her ear, hard enough to make her cry out.
‘We do this my way,’ she said in a low, husky growl.
The Sergeant didn’t wait for an answer. Fang shivered as Light’s teeth found her neck just under her jaw at the pulse point, not gently, but hard enough to draw blood. She returned to Fang’s lips for a rough kiss, so Fang could taste her own blood, so she would know, without a doubt, who was in charge.
Lightning’s right hand was rough with Fang’s body, scratching hard, drawing trails of blood. Groping, bruising, pinching, and always, her teeth followed, making Fang gasp or moan depending on the location. Light’s left arm kept Fang pinned to the wall. Every time she tried to pull her near, or return her touches, she was slammed back into the wall, threatened with a low, warning growl.
‘My. Way.’ was all Light said. Those two words made Fang wetter than ever. Her core throbbed with need. She maneuvered her legs open and grasped Lightning’s thigh, pulling her close.
Lightning pulled her left arm back and pinned Fang’s shoulder with her right hand. She struck Fang hard across her opposite cheek. The Pulsian woman panted from frenzied animal desire. Gods, she wanted this woman.
And as if they had heard her, Lightning brushed aside the sari, reached under her shorts gave Fang the attention she craved. The warrior rocked steadily against Lightning’s fingers, assisting her with just the right amount of pressure. Not long now.
She cried out when Lightning entered her harsh, three fingers, without warning. She barely had time to adjust, as Lightning paused, apparently savoring the moment as she bit down particularly hard on Fang’s collarbone. She gnawed on it, worrying it like a starved mongrel with a bone, as she began to pump in and out of Fang’s slippery soft heat. Through it all, Fang could have sworn she felt Light shudder slightly and whisper the word, “Fuck,”
Fang tensed.
Then she was left feeling empty, as Lightning immediately removed her fingers and pulled away. She kept Fang pressed to the wall, though and when their eyes met, she said simply. “No.”
Fang wasn’t sure if that meant “Not yet”, or just “No.” She growled, but the look of sex and dominance remained in Light’s eyes and she gave her another order.
“Kneel,”
Fang knelt, hands pulling Light’s shorts and panties down in one motion. The softest touch from Lightning so far this night was when she placed her hands on Fang’s shoulders for balance as the other woman discarded the bothersome garments. Fang delighted in the gentle, unassuming pressure of her calloused palms as Light shifted her weight from one leg to the other.
Then her hand was back in Fang’s hair, guiding the older woman to her smooth mound. This close, Fang could smell her excitement, could see the slickness coating her center. Light pressed her head to her aching core, in an urgent, wordless order. Fang opened her mouth and ran her tongue in a long, languid lick up the middle of Lightning. The grip in her hair tightened.
Fang grasped the back of a thigh and threw it over her shoulder, adjusting her other leg into a wider stance. Lightning breathed raggedly, rocking her hips in motion with Fang’s eager mouth.
The warrior teased the soldier’s opening with the tip of a finger, but her hand was batted away almost instantly. She tried again, and again was barred entry. She dared a glance up. Lightning’s head had fallen forward, her eyes closed, forehead glistening with sweat. Her abdominal muscles contracted with each pleasured groan she tried and failed to hold back under the Oerban’s experienced tongue. Fang tried for a finger again and this time she saw Lightning’s lip curl up in a snarl. Her eyes flicked open. “No.”
So Fang concentrated on her appointed task. Lightning’s legs trembled. Fang held her buttocks for support. The grip in her hair tightened. The soldier tensed, then shook. Fang was surprised at Light’s stoicism. Ever the soldier, she thought, smirking. As Light began to come down from the moment, and loosened her grip of Fang’s hair, the Pulse woman decided it wasn’t enough. She had to have her. Completely. Heaven and Hell be damned.
It was a calculated risk. One she would undoubtedly wind up paying for. When Lightning disengaged, taking her other leg down from Fang’s shoulder, the Pulsian made her move. She hoisted the smaller woman up onto her shoulders again and turned, pinning her against the wall. She spread her legs wide and resumed her oral worship.
“What--a-are---you---” came out strangled, then, “Ohhhh, Fuck!!!”
Fang smiled inwardly, as she plunged two fingers into Lightning who grunted at the intrusion. And intrusion it was, Fang learned quickly as she felt those fingers of hers tear through Light’s membrane. Instantaneous realization slapped Fang in the face. The memory of moments ago. “No,” she had said, slapping her hand away. Now Fang knew why.
She licked, nibbled, sucked at her bud, in apology, keeping her fingers still to let her adjust. Light groaned in ecstasy when Fang slowly pulled out and even more slowly, pushed back in. It wasn’t long before her breaths became quick and desperate, needy.
Fang curled her fingers, found the right spot, twisted, pulled, pushed, rubbed over it. The soldier tensed and trembled. She contracted around Fang’s fingers with a final shout. “FAAAANNNGG!!!”
Fang pulled away and set her down on her feet, but Lightning’s legs collapsed beneath her, her strength completely spent from the struggle and reaching her peak twice. Fang caught her in her arms and the pink-haired woman let her.
Fang sat back on her heels, Light cradled in her arms. Lightning clung to her neck, head buried in Fang’s shoulder. Her breathing slowed, her eyes fluttered closed, though she fought to keep them open, sleep had a stronger call. Fang placed an arm under Light’s knees and hoisted her up. “Come on, sleepy. Let’s get you to bed.”
Lightning’s fingers played with a strand of dark hair, twirling it. That hand came up to trace the Pulsian woman’s jaw line as she carried her to the bed. She shifted slightly reaching up to claim her lips in a tender, gentle kiss. She settled back into her arms and muttered something not quite intelligible that Fang could have sworn sounded like, “Love you, Fang.”
She set her carefully onto the bed and removed her jacket and turtleneck, stealing one last eyeful of the beautiful woman who’s shell she had finally cracked. She brought the blanket up over her, then she removed her own clothes and climbed into the bed on the opposite side. She scooted closer to the woman who was already asleep. She cupped her face in one hand, running her thumb along the smooth cheek. “I love you, Claire Farron.” She bent down and kissed her on the forehead, then she pulled the covers over herself and went to sleep.
OOOOOOO
Lightning stirred beside her. A soft smile came to her lips. “Mornin’ love,” Fang offered, as she moved to get up, “What do you want for breakfast?”
Lightning’s hand gripped her wrist before she could move off of the bed. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” she demanded.
“Um, breakfast?”
The cold, stare that lit Fang on fire had returned to Lightning’s eyes. She shook her head. “No.” an order. No breakfast, you do what I say. Fang’s heart hammered in her chest.
Before Fang even could realize or believe what was happening, Light had bound her at the wrists to the bedposts with the sheet they had slept on. She straddled the Pulsian’s body. She bit Fang lightly along the outer edge of her ear, a tease. “You took something from me, Fang” she said, her voice gone back to that low, husky growl. She gripped her throat and Fang saw the look in her eyes, the same as last night. “I said ‘No.’” she told her.
She bit her on the throat, bruisingly hard. She pulled back to look at her. “Now it’s time to pay for that,” she mused.
“So let me ask you again: Where…The fuck… Do you think...You’re going?” she said, punctuation each pause with a bite to her shoulder, her breasts, her stomach, her collarbone.
A knowing smile tugged at the corners of Fang’s lips, “Where ever you want me to, babe,” she said with a grin.
Lighting kissed her rough, invading her mouth with her tongue, in a slick, hot moment. She pulled away slightly, letting Fang see the intent burning in her eyes. “Good,” she said, smiling, “Cause I’m gonna take you to Heaven.”
Fang was already sore, and knew she would be in even worse pain later on tonight. Was it worth it?
Hell yes!