Real Person Fic - CW: Have Mercy
Title: Have Mercy
Fandom: Real Person Fic - CW
Characters/Pairings: Danneel/Genevieve, implied Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 for Explicit Sexual Content and Language
Word Count: 2,576
Author’s Note: Originally posted without the porn here for obstinatrix's Girls Just Wanna Have Fun Meme (I know, reposting this took me like a month. BUT LOOK, I ADDED PORN!) as a response to ordinaryink's prompt: "Badass, gunslinging, "have no mercy" cowgirl!Danneel and saloon girl!Genevieve. Maybe a little something something going on under Gen's dress. ;D" Sorry if the speech is totally time-period inappropriate. I was not about to do epic research for a PWP fic just because Genevieve Cortese would look obscenely hot in a corset. Thank you to taintedlove for looking this over!
Summary: Wildwest AU: Danneel is the gun-slinging cowgirl terror of the town, Genevieve is her saloon girl. And then there's porn.
ETA: This fic can now be downloaded as a podfic thanks to exmanhater!
"C'mon, Gen," Jared drawls. "When're you gonna agree to be my girl?"
Genevieve turns from arranging the drinks on the shelf and finds Jared exactly where she expected. Sprawled over the counter, obviously already a few drinks in, grinning hazily and holding his cup out for another. She should probably cut him off. She reaches for his favorite whiskey and starts pouring instead, leaning in, as if for a kiss.
"Well," she says, putting on her best southern belle. "As I've told you every night for six years, big shot, I'm your damsel, just waiting to be rescued from my dragon."
Genevieve pouts, and Jared smiles out of one side of his mouth. "I will never be drunk enough to fall for that one," he says, pointing at her with his free hand and taking a drink. "Couldn't take that dragon."
Genevieve shrugs. "Guess you'll have to go sit back down and wonder what could have been between us, then."
Jared takes her hand, bending too low to kiss it, and his hat gets knocked off his head. He looks up, clearly embarrassed, and motions for another bottle to take back to the table. He doesn't have to tell her what kind he wants or who it's for.
Jared sways in his boots back to the last empty seat in the house, and Jensen tips his hat to her when Jared hands him his drink. She watches their ankles cross under the table, and she shakes her head, turning back to her work.
"Makes you sick, doesn't it?" says a familiar voice at the bar.
Genevieve plays it off. "What?" she asks, not turning to look at Danneel.
"Those two," Danneel replies. "Parading around like a couple of girls in love."
She has one elbow on the bar when Genevieve gives up the act and swerves toward the other woman. The way she's sitting-cowhide-clad legs splayed open and comfortable, the way any of the hundreds of men who stop by to proposition Genevieve sit, shameless display of dominance-would get any other woman branded for life.
Not Danneel. Danneel doesn’t care about the eyes being dodged towards her, and Genevieve knows every man in the house is too aware of the pistol strapped to Danneel's thigh-how quick she can have it in her palm and how little she hesitates before using that to her advantage-to even dare a nasty thought. Not that others haven't tried that before, but people don't really see them around so much anymore. Danneel had to deal with just as much shit as the rest of the women in town do, she's the only one Genevieve's ever known to have actually earned enough respect to drink with the boys instead of having to serve them.
Genevieve raises an eyebrow, carefully avoids letting her glance drop to the cleavage Danneel is now leaning forward, obviously trying to draw attention to.
"I don't know anything about girls in love," Genevieve says cluelessly. "I'm just here to pour the drinks."
"Oh, I'll bet," Danneel replies. She looks over and snatches the shot from the man sitting next to her, drinks it all in one and then hands it back to him with a grateful smile. The guy looks sadly at the empty glass and sighs, accepting the hit to his dignity.
Danneel stands and walks down the bar, until she's standing right across from Genevieve.
"You're on break," she says, smiling darkly.
Genevieve pauses in drying off a glass and laughs at her. She's the only person in town who can get away with giving Danneel shit, so it's important to knock her down a peg every now and again. "No, I'm not."
Danneel nods slowly. "I see," she says, as if it's as simple as that.
Of course, it isn't.
Danneel shuffles up to the bar owner, and Misha trembles when he realizes she's coming for him. Just for the fun of it, she draws her gun and pushes it against Misha's side. He whimpers. "She's on break," Danneel tells him.
"Br-reak!" Misha squeaks. "Forever, if you'd like."
"Oh, I'll only need a few minutes, but it's so kind of you to offer." She slides the pistol back into its sheath and pats Misha on the cheek, then waltzes back to Genevieve. "You're on break," she says again.
Genevieve puts a hand on each hip and glares. "I need tips, you know. I don't work here for fun."
"Oh, darling, you get groped plenty for tips when I'm not around. No one'll touch you while I'm in here, anyway."
It's true. Genevieve hands the cleaning rag she was holding off to Adrianne and rounds the bar, taking an empty bar stool in the corner where Danneel had been sitting earlier. It's suspiciously cleared out quite a bit. Adrianne slides a shot toward her, and Genevieve downs it, waiting for Danneel to approach.
She's not exactly acting a lady by the time Danneel reaches her, legs wide open and ready for Danneel to take her place between them. Danneel fits like a glove.
She smiles and leans in, kissing Genevieve possessively, right out in the open. It's crazy, them being able to do this, but Genevieve would be lying if she tried to pretend it didn't thrill her, or that she didn't appreciate the security that came with being stamped as Danneel's property.
Danneel's mouth strays fast, and before Genevieve knows it, she's got a face buried in her chest, like most of the girls working tonight. Genevieve's probably the only one enjoying it. Danneel's hands push her skirts up, petticoats and linings stacking against her as Danneel moves even lower and pulls Genevieve almost off the stool. She slides over her, fabric hiding what her fingers are doing, but not bothering to mask that they're definitely doing something.
Genevieve's breath starts coming fast, and her head falls back against the wooden frame behind her. "Danneel, stop, oh God."
Danneel licks up from her chest to her neck and starts kissing her jaw, but her fingers only get more daring under the skirt.
"I'm serious. Please. I can't breathe."
Danneel pauses but doesn't pull away. "Mmm, stupid corset you wear's to blame, not me," she whispers against Genevieve's ear, nibbling when she's done.
"You love the stupid corset," Genevieve reminds her.
"Love taking it off more," Danneel replies, withdrawing her hands. She steps back. "Well," she says. "I'm going upstairs."
Genevieve's mouth drops. "What? After that, you're leaving me dangling?"
Danneel smiles and puts her hat on with a predatory smile. "It's an awfully big upstairs, little lady," she says. "Lots of beds."
She doesn't look back to see if Genevieve is following, just heads for the steps. Genevieve watches the spurs on the back of her boots disappear-she can't go automatically, Genevieve is not easy just because she's a saloon girl, ya know-before meeting Adrianne's gaze and smiling apologetically. Adrianne rolls her eyes, gesturing Genevieve to go on, and Genevieve does just that.
Upstairs, every door in the hallway is closed, which means occupied, and Genevieve has every intention of going back downstairs disappointed before Danneel grabs her around the middle and drags her toward the first door on the left.
"Look, honey. I got us a room," Danneel says proudly, gesturing at the closed door.
Genevieve lifts an eyebrow.
Danneel kicks the door in, and it opens to reveal poor Sandy McCoy, looking bored as Chad Michael Murray undresses.
"Sorry, kids, time's up," says Danneel, one hand on her pistol, the other pushing Genevieve into the room.
"But we just got here," says Chad. "I paid!"
Sandy, on the other hand, rolls right out of bed, shoving the money on the nightstand into her corset and pulling her clothes into some semblance of decency.
"That's too bad," Sandy says, smiling like the sun. "Come back next week and maybe we'll have better luck." She bounces to the door, giving Danneel a thankful smile and winking at Genevieve.
"Hey, wait a minute," Chad says, seizing after her. "I paid for full service, we didn't even get-"
Danneel blocks his exit by putting an arm out on the doorframe. "You paid to get started, no one ever said you had to finish."
Chad glares with beady eyes, then they dart to the gun Danneel's other hand is resting on. He gives Genevieve a sour look before putting his hat back on and heading downstairs with slumping shoulders.
Genevieve watches Chad file out, trying to hold his pants up as he buckles them, and waits until the door closes to laugh. After all, it's not polite to make fun of customers to their faces.
"You're gonna run poor Misha outta business," she says, kicking back on the bed and letting her shoes fall off the edge.
Danneel laughs and turns to the mattress. "Yeah, like one interrupted tussle is going to keep Chad Michael Murray outta this place."
"We should be so lucky," says Genevieve, smiling.
Danneel's eyes go dark looking at her, and Genevieve's stomach tightens. Danneel licks her lips. "Goddamn, but you look good."
"Good enough to eat?" asks Genevieve.
Danneel grins. "I was trying to be romantic."
"Oh, right. Sure, that too."
Danneel climbs into bed on top of Genevieve and moves down for a proper kiss, tongue going deep and hands working the back of Genevieve's corset like it's her own. And Genevieve laughs at that, the idea of Danneel wearing a corset, dressed up all pretty and prim like a lady. Rumor says she was one, once upon a time, and Genevieve has reason to believe rumor might just be right this one time.
"What's funny?" asks Danneel, pulling out of the kiss.
Genevieve shakes her head, wraps her legs tight around Danneel's waist, and drags the other woman's body back down on her. "Nothing," she says innocently.
Danneel hums her annoyance in the back of her throat but goes back to kissing. When she finally has the corset undone, she sets it aside gingerly, pulling away to smile down at Genevieve. "There goes the hard part."
Genevieve groans. "Yeah, just three skirts and the undershirt to worry about now."
Danneel ducks her head down, looking up at Genevieve with a devious gleam in her eye. "Ah, but it's a thin little shirt," she says. "Won't get in the way of anything."
"Danneel don't-" Genevieve's protest melts into a long moan as Danneel's hands push her breast upward, and she takes Genevieve into her mouth, sucking her through the thin white cotton. Genevieve arches off the bed.
She should probably say something about how she has to wear this back out in public when they're done, and now it's going to be see-through and sticky, but she doesn't care. The wet cloth brushes over her nipple, not enough tension from Danneel's mouth, and it's not fair that Danneel can do this to her, knows how much Genevieve likes the frustrated tug between enough and not nearly enough.
She holds Danneel's mouth to her chest, forcing Danneel to suck harder, and tries to grind up, her body against Danneel's. She's still got the skirts, though, and Danneel's thick pants, and it almost hurts.
Danneel licks one last time, then pulls off of her breast and yanks the blouse down, revealing the tit she's given no attention. Genevieve looks down, watches Danneel flick her thumbs over the hard, pink nipple, and begin to massage her with one firm hand.
"Just to check, you are trying to kill me, right?"
Danneel laughs, shaking hair out of her face. "Been in a grabby mood all day," she says. "Had nothing pretty to play with."
Genevieve lets her head fall back onto the pillow. Danneel touching her makes her whole body tremble, but she can feel her cunt getting wet and Danneel grinding down on her is not fucking helping.
"You want more, baby?" Danneel asks.
Genevieve nods, tightens her fingers in her skirts and tries to pull them all up. Danneel stops her.
"I wanna go down on you," she says, hot lips pressing against Genevieve's jaw. "Wanna bury myself down there with your skirts all around me so it's just me and your cunt. Wanna smell you."
As much as Genevieve loves dirty talk when they're at home and have all the time in the world, when Danneel hasn't already been torturing her for half an hour, now just isn't working. "Want you to shut the fuck up and get on with it."
"That works, too," says Danneel cheerfully. She gives Genevieve's tit one last good squeeze, and Genevieve bites her lip as Danneel repositions herself, lifts Genevieve's skirts and crawls under them.
Genevieve spreads her legs as much as she can, and she hears a muffled chuckle from under her dress. Danneel's hands press against the insides of her thighs until Genevieve can feel her breath hot on her clit.
Danneel slides her hands up, spreads Genevieve's cunt with her thumbs and crawls forward, tongue tracing her lips teasingly. Genevieve gasps and slaps her hand on the mattress, which makes Danneel dive forward, no hesitation, no warming up, just deep, greedy licks. Genevieve relaxes into the mattress, lets Danneel set her own pace and enjoys the ride. Danneel loves nothing more than fucking into Genevieve, and Genevieve thinks of her mouth messy and wet, and her pussy tightens for a moment just from the visual.
Danneel draws away slowly, reluctantly, sucks on Genevieve's clit for a few seconds because she knows how much Genevieve likes it, but doesn't replace her tongue with her fingers, leaves Genevieve open and empty until Genevieve is screaming for Danneel to fuck her again.
All too willingly, Danneel moves back down, licking Genevieve a few more times, adding her fingers with her tongue so that it's only a minute more before Genevieve is clenching around her, coming hard and loud and fucking up into her girl's mouth, her hand on what she thinks is the back of Danneel's neck buried under all that fabric.
Danneel comes up looking smug, wipes her mouth on the back of her hand. "Good lunch break," she jokes.
Genevieve groans and turns her head into her pillow. "There's something wrong with you." She sits up, wraps her arms around Danneel's ass and pushes her shirt up, out of the pants it's tucked into, kissing along her stomach. "You gonna put me to work?"
Danneel puts a finger under Genevieve's chin and forces her to look up and meet her eyes. "That's not your work," she says.
"I know," Genevieve says, kissing the skin again. "You gonna let me have some fun, too, then?"
Danneel shakes her head. "I gotta get back to my cattle."
Genevieve pouts. Danneel laughs and ducks down for a kiss. "You can make up for it later."
"Oh yeah?"
"Hell yeah," says Danneel, putting her vest back on and kicking into her boots. "I'm making steaks tonight."
Genevieve sits up, pulling her blouse back over her tits and hugs Danneel from behind, pressing a kiss to her neck. "I should be done here in a few hours. I can bring us home some food if you think you'll be tired."
"That's a lovely offer," says Danneel putting her hat on and tipping it to Genevieve as she heads for the door. "But everyone knows you saloon women don't belong in the kitchen."
Fandom: Real Person Fic - CW
Characters/Pairings: Danneel/Genevieve, implied Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 for Explicit Sexual Content and Language
Word Count: 2,576
Author’s Note: Originally posted without the porn here for obstinatrix's Girls Just Wanna Have Fun Meme (I know, reposting this took me like a month. BUT LOOK, I ADDED PORN!) as a response to ordinaryink's prompt: "Badass, gunslinging, "have no mercy" cowgirl!Danneel and saloon girl!Genevieve. Maybe a little something something going on under Gen's dress. ;D" Sorry if the speech is totally time-period inappropriate. I was not about to do epic research for a PWP fic just because Genevieve Cortese would look obscenely hot in a corset. Thank you to taintedlove for looking this over!
Summary: Wildwest AU: Danneel is the gun-slinging cowgirl terror of the town, Genevieve is her saloon girl. And then there's porn.
ETA: This fic can now be downloaded as a podfic thanks to exmanhater!
"C'mon, Gen," Jared drawls. "When're you gonna agree to be my girl?"
Genevieve turns from arranging the drinks on the shelf and finds Jared exactly where she expected. Sprawled over the counter, obviously already a few drinks in, grinning hazily and holding his cup out for another. She should probably cut him off. She reaches for his favorite whiskey and starts pouring instead, leaning in, as if for a kiss.
"Well," she says, putting on her best southern belle. "As I've told you every night for six years, big shot, I'm your damsel, just waiting to be rescued from my dragon."
Genevieve pouts, and Jared smiles out of one side of his mouth. "I will never be drunk enough to fall for that one," he says, pointing at her with his free hand and taking a drink. "Couldn't take that dragon."
Genevieve shrugs. "Guess you'll have to go sit back down and wonder what could have been between us, then."
Jared takes her hand, bending too low to kiss it, and his hat gets knocked off his head. He looks up, clearly embarrassed, and motions for another bottle to take back to the table. He doesn't have to tell her what kind he wants or who it's for.
Jared sways in his boots back to the last empty seat in the house, and Jensen tips his hat to her when Jared hands him his drink. She watches their ankles cross under the table, and she shakes her head, turning back to her work.
"Makes you sick, doesn't it?" says a familiar voice at the bar.
Genevieve plays it off. "What?" she asks, not turning to look at Danneel.
"Those two," Danneel replies. "Parading around like a couple of girls in love."
She has one elbow on the bar when Genevieve gives up the act and swerves toward the other woman. The way she's sitting-cowhide-clad legs splayed open and comfortable, the way any of the hundreds of men who stop by to proposition Genevieve sit, shameless display of dominance-would get any other woman branded for life.
Not Danneel. Danneel doesn’t care about the eyes being dodged towards her, and Genevieve knows every man in the house is too aware of the pistol strapped to Danneel's thigh-how quick she can have it in her palm and how little she hesitates before using that to her advantage-to even dare a nasty thought. Not that others haven't tried that before, but people don't really see them around so much anymore. Danneel had to deal with just as much shit as the rest of the women in town do, she's the only one Genevieve's ever known to have actually earned enough respect to drink with the boys instead of having to serve them.
Genevieve raises an eyebrow, carefully avoids letting her glance drop to the cleavage Danneel is now leaning forward, obviously trying to draw attention to.
"I don't know anything about girls in love," Genevieve says cluelessly. "I'm just here to pour the drinks."
"Oh, I'll bet," Danneel replies. She looks over and snatches the shot from the man sitting next to her, drinks it all in one and then hands it back to him with a grateful smile. The guy looks sadly at the empty glass and sighs, accepting the hit to his dignity.
Danneel stands and walks down the bar, until she's standing right across from Genevieve.
"You're on break," she says, smiling darkly.
Genevieve pauses in drying off a glass and laughs at her. She's the only person in town who can get away with giving Danneel shit, so it's important to knock her down a peg every now and again. "No, I'm not."
Danneel nods slowly. "I see," she says, as if it's as simple as that.
Of course, it isn't.
Danneel shuffles up to the bar owner, and Misha trembles when he realizes she's coming for him. Just for the fun of it, she draws her gun and pushes it against Misha's side. He whimpers. "She's on break," Danneel tells him.
"Br-reak!" Misha squeaks. "Forever, if you'd like."
"Oh, I'll only need a few minutes, but it's so kind of you to offer." She slides the pistol back into its sheath and pats Misha on the cheek, then waltzes back to Genevieve. "You're on break," she says again.
Genevieve puts a hand on each hip and glares. "I need tips, you know. I don't work here for fun."
"Oh, darling, you get groped plenty for tips when I'm not around. No one'll touch you while I'm in here, anyway."
It's true. Genevieve hands the cleaning rag she was holding off to Adrianne and rounds the bar, taking an empty bar stool in the corner where Danneel had been sitting earlier. It's suspiciously cleared out quite a bit. Adrianne slides a shot toward her, and Genevieve downs it, waiting for Danneel to approach.
She's not exactly acting a lady by the time Danneel reaches her, legs wide open and ready for Danneel to take her place between them. Danneel fits like a glove.
She smiles and leans in, kissing Genevieve possessively, right out in the open. It's crazy, them being able to do this, but Genevieve would be lying if she tried to pretend it didn't thrill her, or that she didn't appreciate the security that came with being stamped as Danneel's property.
Danneel's mouth strays fast, and before Genevieve knows it, she's got a face buried in her chest, like most of the girls working tonight. Genevieve's probably the only one enjoying it. Danneel's hands push her skirts up, petticoats and linings stacking against her as Danneel moves even lower and pulls Genevieve almost off the stool. She slides over her, fabric hiding what her fingers are doing, but not bothering to mask that they're definitely doing something.
Genevieve's breath starts coming fast, and her head falls back against the wooden frame behind her. "Danneel, stop, oh God."
Danneel licks up from her chest to her neck and starts kissing her jaw, but her fingers only get more daring under the skirt.
"I'm serious. Please. I can't breathe."
Danneel pauses but doesn't pull away. "Mmm, stupid corset you wear's to blame, not me," she whispers against Genevieve's ear, nibbling when she's done.
"You love the stupid corset," Genevieve reminds her.
"Love taking it off more," Danneel replies, withdrawing her hands. She steps back. "Well," she says. "I'm going upstairs."
Genevieve's mouth drops. "What? After that, you're leaving me dangling?"
Danneel smiles and puts her hat on with a predatory smile. "It's an awfully big upstairs, little lady," she says. "Lots of beds."
She doesn't look back to see if Genevieve is following, just heads for the steps. Genevieve watches the spurs on the back of her boots disappear-she can't go automatically, Genevieve is not easy just because she's a saloon girl, ya know-before meeting Adrianne's gaze and smiling apologetically. Adrianne rolls her eyes, gesturing Genevieve to go on, and Genevieve does just that.
Upstairs, every door in the hallway is closed, which means occupied, and Genevieve has every intention of going back downstairs disappointed before Danneel grabs her around the middle and drags her toward the first door on the left.
"Look, honey. I got us a room," Danneel says proudly, gesturing at the closed door.
Genevieve lifts an eyebrow.
Danneel kicks the door in, and it opens to reveal poor Sandy McCoy, looking bored as Chad Michael Murray undresses.
"Sorry, kids, time's up," says Danneel, one hand on her pistol, the other pushing Genevieve into the room.
"But we just got here," says Chad. "I paid!"
Sandy, on the other hand, rolls right out of bed, shoving the money on the nightstand into her corset and pulling her clothes into some semblance of decency.
"That's too bad," Sandy says, smiling like the sun. "Come back next week and maybe we'll have better luck." She bounces to the door, giving Danneel a thankful smile and winking at Genevieve.
"Hey, wait a minute," Chad says, seizing after her. "I paid for full service, we didn't even get-"
Danneel blocks his exit by putting an arm out on the doorframe. "You paid to get started, no one ever said you had to finish."
Chad glares with beady eyes, then they dart to the gun Danneel's other hand is resting on. He gives Genevieve a sour look before putting his hat back on and heading downstairs with slumping shoulders.
Genevieve watches Chad file out, trying to hold his pants up as he buckles them, and waits until the door closes to laugh. After all, it's not polite to make fun of customers to their faces.
"You're gonna run poor Misha outta business," she says, kicking back on the bed and letting her shoes fall off the edge.
Danneel laughs and turns to the mattress. "Yeah, like one interrupted tussle is going to keep Chad Michael Murray outta this place."
"We should be so lucky," says Genevieve, smiling.
Danneel's eyes go dark looking at her, and Genevieve's stomach tightens. Danneel licks her lips. "Goddamn, but you look good."
"Good enough to eat?" asks Genevieve.
Danneel grins. "I was trying to be romantic."
"Oh, right. Sure, that too."
Danneel climbs into bed on top of Genevieve and moves down for a proper kiss, tongue going deep and hands working the back of Genevieve's corset like it's her own. And Genevieve laughs at that, the idea of Danneel wearing a corset, dressed up all pretty and prim like a lady. Rumor says she was one, once upon a time, and Genevieve has reason to believe rumor might just be right this one time.
"What's funny?" asks Danneel, pulling out of the kiss.
Genevieve shakes her head, wraps her legs tight around Danneel's waist, and drags the other woman's body back down on her. "Nothing," she says innocently.
Danneel hums her annoyance in the back of her throat but goes back to kissing. When she finally has the corset undone, she sets it aside gingerly, pulling away to smile down at Genevieve. "There goes the hard part."
Genevieve groans. "Yeah, just three skirts and the undershirt to worry about now."
Danneel ducks her head down, looking up at Genevieve with a devious gleam in her eye. "Ah, but it's a thin little shirt," she says. "Won't get in the way of anything."
"Danneel don't-" Genevieve's protest melts into a long moan as Danneel's hands push her breast upward, and she takes Genevieve into her mouth, sucking her through the thin white cotton. Genevieve arches off the bed.
She should probably say something about how she has to wear this back out in public when they're done, and now it's going to be see-through and sticky, but she doesn't care. The wet cloth brushes over her nipple, not enough tension from Danneel's mouth, and it's not fair that Danneel can do this to her, knows how much Genevieve likes the frustrated tug between enough and not nearly enough.
She holds Danneel's mouth to her chest, forcing Danneel to suck harder, and tries to grind up, her body against Danneel's. She's still got the skirts, though, and Danneel's thick pants, and it almost hurts.
Danneel licks one last time, then pulls off of her breast and yanks the blouse down, revealing the tit she's given no attention. Genevieve looks down, watches Danneel flick her thumbs over the hard, pink nipple, and begin to massage her with one firm hand.
"Just to check, you are trying to kill me, right?"
Danneel laughs, shaking hair out of her face. "Been in a grabby mood all day," she says. "Had nothing pretty to play with."
Genevieve lets her head fall back onto the pillow. Danneel touching her makes her whole body tremble, but she can feel her cunt getting wet and Danneel grinding down on her is not fucking helping.
"You want more, baby?" Danneel asks.
Genevieve nods, tightens her fingers in her skirts and tries to pull them all up. Danneel stops her.
"I wanna go down on you," she says, hot lips pressing against Genevieve's jaw. "Wanna bury myself down there with your skirts all around me so it's just me and your cunt. Wanna smell you."
As much as Genevieve loves dirty talk when they're at home and have all the time in the world, when Danneel hasn't already been torturing her for half an hour, now just isn't working. "Want you to shut the fuck up and get on with it."
"That works, too," says Danneel cheerfully. She gives Genevieve's tit one last good squeeze, and Genevieve bites her lip as Danneel repositions herself, lifts Genevieve's skirts and crawls under them.
Genevieve spreads her legs as much as she can, and she hears a muffled chuckle from under her dress. Danneel's hands press against the insides of her thighs until Genevieve can feel her breath hot on her clit.
Danneel slides her hands up, spreads Genevieve's cunt with her thumbs and crawls forward, tongue tracing her lips teasingly. Genevieve gasps and slaps her hand on the mattress, which makes Danneel dive forward, no hesitation, no warming up, just deep, greedy licks. Genevieve relaxes into the mattress, lets Danneel set her own pace and enjoys the ride. Danneel loves nothing more than fucking into Genevieve, and Genevieve thinks of her mouth messy and wet, and her pussy tightens for a moment just from the visual.
Danneel draws away slowly, reluctantly, sucks on Genevieve's clit for a few seconds because she knows how much Genevieve likes it, but doesn't replace her tongue with her fingers, leaves Genevieve open and empty until Genevieve is screaming for Danneel to fuck her again.
All too willingly, Danneel moves back down, licking Genevieve a few more times, adding her fingers with her tongue so that it's only a minute more before Genevieve is clenching around her, coming hard and loud and fucking up into her girl's mouth, her hand on what she thinks is the back of Danneel's neck buried under all that fabric.
Danneel comes up looking smug, wipes her mouth on the back of her hand. "Good lunch break," she jokes.
Genevieve groans and turns her head into her pillow. "There's something wrong with you." She sits up, wraps her arms around Danneel's ass and pushes her shirt up, out of the pants it's tucked into, kissing along her stomach. "You gonna put me to work?"
Danneel puts a finger under Genevieve's chin and forces her to look up and meet her eyes. "That's not your work," she says.
"I know," Genevieve says, kissing the skin again. "You gonna let me have some fun, too, then?"
Danneel shakes her head. "I gotta get back to my cattle."
Genevieve pouts. Danneel laughs and ducks down for a kiss. "You can make up for it later."
"Oh yeah?"
"Hell yeah," says Danneel, putting her vest back on and kicking into her boots. "I'm making steaks tonight."
Genevieve sits up, pulling her blouse back over her tits and hugs Danneel from behind, pressing a kiss to her neck. "I should be done here in a few hours. I can bring us home some food if you think you'll be tired."
"That's a lovely offer," says Danneel putting her hat on and tipping it to Genevieve as she heads for the door. "But everyone knows you saloon women don't belong in the kitchen."