Blue Raspberry 28, Cola 5: Touch
Title: Touch
Main Story: In the Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Blue raspberry 28 (the scenic route), cola 5 (finger lickin’ good), My Treat (porn: Ivy and Gina), malt (Miyabi's easter egg: Only you own, and rattle my bones /You turn me over and over, /Till I can't control myself /Make me a liar, yeah, one big disaster uh /You make my heart beat faster -“Faster,” Matt Nathanson), pocky chain, cherry (sex).
Word Count: 800
Rating: R for sexyteims.
Summary: Ivy and Gina.
Notes: Conga. Thanks to Miyabi for telling me no when I needed to be told it. XD
She gets home from work and the candles are all lit, flames dancing on a dark and sweet-scented backdrop. The daily mess has been cleared away, and Ivy lounges on the couch, studying her nails with careful indifference, her long, long legs naked and her body covered only with the thinnest of silks.
"Oh, you're home," she says.
"Yes," Gina says, and glances around with faked carelessness. Really, she's burning, and has been since she walked in the door. "You look like you're expecting someone."
"I am," Ivy says, sitting up, swinging those long legs to the floor. "My lover."
--
My lover. Just the sound of those words in her own mouth still runs a thread of desire down Ivy's spine. The sight of Gina wraps that thread around her abdomen and pulls tight, arches her towards her lover, drawn like a magnet or a fish on a line. She won't move, not yet, but her nipples are tightening. Gina pulls her in, and always, always she's glad to go.
"Well," Gina says, and puts down her things, kicks off her shoes, reaches for the fastening of her dress. "I'd better get her." She drops her dress to the floor.
--
She drops her dress to the floor. A frisson of pleasure makes her shiver. Ivy is watching her, blue eyes no longer casual, and that makes her shiver again, this time with desire. She wants Ivy so much.
She moves forward, sinks to the floor, and wraps her hands around Ivy's calves, feeling the muscle in them, tracing the lines and curves. "You're beautiful," she says, simply, and slides her hands up Ivy's thighs.
"So are you," Ivy answers, and bends down to kiss her, hands sliding through Gina's hair. Her fingers tangle, and for just a moment it hurts.
--
Her fingers tangle, and for just a moment it hurts. Golden strands cut into her flesh; Gina pulls her head back with a laughing huff of pain. "Don't do that," she says, and slides her hands upwards, baring Ivy's body to the dim half-light.
"You're beautiful," she repeats, and leans forward to take a nipple in her mouth, circling the other with her finger. Ivy arches into the warm damp touch, moves her hands away from Gina's hair and down her back. The bra takes a moment, but it comes undone. Gina moves against her hands with a soft sigh.
--
Gina moves against her hands with a soft sigh. Ivy knows where to touch, her hands finding sensitive places on neck and shoulders. She pauses, caressing, then presses her thumb gently into a sore muscle, massaging the ache away. Gina sighs again, pleased.
For a long time they stay like that, moving against each other, sighing and moaning and once (when Gina tried something she hadn't done in a while) shrieking. Ivy's legs come up and settle around Gina's waist. Gina sneaks an arm around Ivy's waist.
Then Ivy slides off the couch and pushes Gina gently to the ground.
--
Then Ivy slides off the couch and pushes Gina gently to the ground. She leans down and scatters kisses across Gina's chest, across the flush rising there, while her hands creep down and inch Gina's underwear off. And then she slips one finger in, where Gina is damp and hot and tender.
Gina gasps, her hips arching off the floor, and Ivy smiles against her breast, then suckles gently at Gina's nipple, her hands stroking and circling and even pinching lightly. Gina's breathy moans are making her hotter and wetter herself, warming her from the inside out.
"Yes," she whispers.
--
"Yes," she whispers. She presses up into Ivy's hands, reaching for more, more depth, more touch, more feeling. Ivy obliges, pressing deeper, touching harder, stroking more deftly. The ends of her hair dance across Gina's skin, making her muscles jump.
Soon the candle flames are spinning, colored sparks bursting against the distant dark ceiling, Ivy's mouth warm and wet on her breasts, Ivy's fingers deep and pulling, Ivy's body smooth against her own. Her world narrows down to those points of contact, to that touch and that feeling and...
Her voice soars, her body arches, and the world is gone.
--
Her voice soars, her body arches, and the world is gone. Ivy rides out Gina's orgasm with her, keeping up the pressure, feeling echoing tingles in her own body. It'll be her turn soon enough.
Gina relaxes and Ivy draws her fingers out, sits by her lover and strokes her belly, calming. "Good?" she asks.
"Good," Gina replies, eyes still closed. When she opens them a moment later, Ivy is sucking her fingers, trying to get the last hints of flavor off.
She smiles at Gina, and sucks one final time, hard.
"Your turn," Gina says, and pulls her down.
Main Story: In the Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Blue raspberry 28 (the scenic route), cola 5 (finger lickin’ good), My Treat (porn: Ivy and Gina), malt (Miyabi's easter egg: Only you own, and rattle my bones /You turn me over and over, /Till I can't control myself /Make me a liar, yeah, one big disaster uh /You make my heart beat faster -“Faster,” Matt Nathanson), pocky chain, cherry (sex).
Word Count: 800
Rating: R for sexyteims.
Summary: Ivy and Gina.
Notes: Conga. Thanks to Miyabi for telling me no when I needed to be told it. XD
She gets home from work and the candles are all lit, flames dancing on a dark and sweet-scented backdrop. The daily mess has been cleared away, and Ivy lounges on the couch, studying her nails with careful indifference, her long, long legs naked and her body covered only with the thinnest of silks.
"Oh, you're home," she says.
"Yes," Gina says, and glances around with faked carelessness. Really, she's burning, and has been since she walked in the door. "You look like you're expecting someone."
"I am," Ivy says, sitting up, swinging those long legs to the floor. "My lover."
--
My lover. Just the sound of those words in her own mouth still runs a thread of desire down Ivy's spine. The sight of Gina wraps that thread around her abdomen and pulls tight, arches her towards her lover, drawn like a magnet or a fish on a line. She won't move, not yet, but her nipples are tightening. Gina pulls her in, and always, always she's glad to go.
"Well," Gina says, and puts down her things, kicks off her shoes, reaches for the fastening of her dress. "I'd better get her." She drops her dress to the floor.
--
She drops her dress to the floor. A frisson of pleasure makes her shiver. Ivy is watching her, blue eyes no longer casual, and that makes her shiver again, this time with desire. She wants Ivy so much.
She moves forward, sinks to the floor, and wraps her hands around Ivy's calves, feeling the muscle in them, tracing the lines and curves. "You're beautiful," she says, simply, and slides her hands up Ivy's thighs.
"So are you," Ivy answers, and bends down to kiss her, hands sliding through Gina's hair. Her fingers tangle, and for just a moment it hurts.
--
Her fingers tangle, and for just a moment it hurts. Golden strands cut into her flesh; Gina pulls her head back with a laughing huff of pain. "Don't do that," she says, and slides her hands upwards, baring Ivy's body to the dim half-light.
"You're beautiful," she repeats, and leans forward to take a nipple in her mouth, circling the other with her finger. Ivy arches into the warm damp touch, moves her hands away from Gina's hair and down her back. The bra takes a moment, but it comes undone. Gina moves against her hands with a soft sigh.
--
Gina moves against her hands with a soft sigh. Ivy knows where to touch, her hands finding sensitive places on neck and shoulders. She pauses, caressing, then presses her thumb gently into a sore muscle, massaging the ache away. Gina sighs again, pleased.
For a long time they stay like that, moving against each other, sighing and moaning and once (when Gina tried something she hadn't done in a while) shrieking. Ivy's legs come up and settle around Gina's waist. Gina sneaks an arm around Ivy's waist.
Then Ivy slides off the couch and pushes Gina gently to the ground.
--
Then Ivy slides off the couch and pushes Gina gently to the ground. She leans down and scatters kisses across Gina's chest, across the flush rising there, while her hands creep down and inch Gina's underwear off. And then she slips one finger in, where Gina is damp and hot and tender.
Gina gasps, her hips arching off the floor, and Ivy smiles against her breast, then suckles gently at Gina's nipple, her hands stroking and circling and even pinching lightly. Gina's breathy moans are making her hotter and wetter herself, warming her from the inside out.
"Yes," she whispers.
--
"Yes," she whispers. She presses up into Ivy's hands, reaching for more, more depth, more touch, more feeling. Ivy obliges, pressing deeper, touching harder, stroking more deftly. The ends of her hair dance across Gina's skin, making her muscles jump.
Soon the candle flames are spinning, colored sparks bursting against the distant dark ceiling, Ivy's mouth warm and wet on her breasts, Ivy's fingers deep and pulling, Ivy's body smooth against her own. Her world narrows down to those points of contact, to that touch and that feeling and...
Her voice soars, her body arches, and the world is gone.
--
Her voice soars, her body arches, and the world is gone. Ivy rides out Gina's orgasm with her, keeping up the pressure, feeling echoing tingles in her own body. It'll be her turn soon enough.
Gina relaxes and Ivy draws her fingers out, sits by her lover and strokes her belly, calming. "Good?" she asks.
"Good," Gina replies, eyes still closed. When she opens them a moment later, Ivy is sucking her fingers, trying to get the last hints of flavor off.
She smiles at Gina, and sucks one final time, hard.
"Your turn," Gina says, and pulls her down.