Homesmut fic; Classy Lesbian Makeouts (& A Bit More)
This is the fill I came up with for this Homesmut prompt.
“I think I’m a little tipsy.” This sudden statement coming out of the lips of Rose Lalonde surprised Kanaya. Rose’s tolerance for alcohol was far greater than her own. She couldn’t count on both hands how many times she had been bent over the sink, a garbage can, or a toilet, ejecting the contents of her dinner due to too much booze. Rose would always comment about how Kanaya loved giving tribute to the Porcelain God, and the poor intoxicated troll would haphazardly tell her to “shut the fuck up”; too drunk to even properly try and flirt-punch Rose.
So to hear this coming from Rose of all people, well. It was strange. Kanaya stopped in her tracks for a moment, eyeing the woman up and down, her yellow eyes narrowed. Sure enough, Rose was, indeed tipsy. Her smirk was more pronounced than usual, and she staggered on her feet. She wasn’t at the point where her speech was slurred, but this was definitely a first for Miss Lalonde.
“We should probably head home then,” Kanaya commented, accenting every word perfectly and with precision. She herself was feeling a bit buzzed, and knew it would only get more intense the longer she stood there. They needed to get home before they were both too inebriated to function properly. Kanaya reached out and took Rose’s hand, tugging her along behind her as they headed towards their apartment.
The city was bustling with activity as usual. Bright lights, loud sounds, strange smells...Kanaya didn’t think she’d ever get used to it. Alternia was such a different place, so unlike her new home. It was strange seeing children and parents together, let alone a large group of people tolerating each other’s existence without feeling the urge to murder. It was a miracle, in Kanaya’s eyes.
Their apartment building loomed ahead of them, and the female troll relaxed slightly. “Thank you for the good time, Miss Maryam!” Rose said enthusiastically, and Kanaya had to turn her head away to hide her smile. “And thank you for the booze!”
“You’re welcome.” Kanaya bit her lip, trying to keep herself from laughing as they made it to the apartment building. Rose continued to ramble on in a very uncharacteristic fashion. She was...different, right now. Her smiles seemed genuine, and there was a sparkle in her eyes that she had only seen brief glimpses of before. It took Kanaya a few moments to realize that Rose had finally put her wall down.
Their relationship was...well. Kanaya didn’t know the proper human terms for it. Hell, she didn’t even think the quadrants would be able to adequately describe the relationship and feelings she had for this human. It was flushed, sure, but there was friendship there, too, as well as an occasional appearance of black. Were they moirails? Well, yes, but they were matesprit’s too, as well as kismesis’. They teased each other, bantering back and forth in what Kanaya could only describe as perfect harmony. They argued with each other over trivial subjects, such as what Aristotle really thought and current affairs. They kissed, they held hands, they lived together...there was so much that she experienced with Rose that didn’t fit into any particular quadrant as a whole. They just...were.
Their night on the town was one of celebration. Kanaya’s fashion show that she had been working on night and day, that she had cried, sweat, and bled over, was a complete success. Since Rose was a therapist, she was just as busy as her counterpart, but she found time in her schedule to be able to share in Kanaya’s triumph. All of her designs were well-received, and at the after party, Kanaya was promised more than a few business e-mails and faxes coming in the next day. It was definitely a reason to get drunk.
The two women stumbled into the elevator, Rose clinging to her partner gleefully as Kanaya pressed the button for their floor. As soon as the doors closed, Rose’s smile grew. “I’m so proud of you, Kanaya,” she grinned, and without another word, pulled Kanaya’s face down to her own.
The kiss was fierce, albeit clumsy. The familiar taste of Rose combined with liquor made Kanaya’s head spin a bit faster, and she had trouble breathing. This is definitely different, Kanaya thought to herself. She could feel her suit getting wrinkled, and her first reaction was to pull away in order to keep her precious clothes from getting too untidy. Rose’s tongue swept that thought out of her mind, caressing her own with a want - a need - that Kanaya wasn’t entirely sure she had felt before.
The elevator doors opened with a “ding!” and the two women pulled apart reluctantly, their breathing heavy as they stumbled into the hallway. Despite Rose’s intoxication, she smiled seductively, grabbing Kanaya’s green tie and leading her towards their apartment. Kanaya followed her, speechless. Rose’s form in front of her was perfect; her curves accented by the business suit she wore, the subtle perfume invading Kanaya’s senses, her blonde hair curling around her face like a halo. Cog, she is beautiful, Kanaya thought.
Rose fumbled around her purse for the key. Kanaya had half a mind to help her, but the blonde found it with a triumphant cry. Giggling, Rose managed to unlock the door, and the two hurried inside, shutting the door behind them. The world was starting to spin a bit faster now, and Kanaya quickly threw off her shoes and dumped her purse in the entrance.
Rose set her purse down, grabbing Kanaya’s arm and pulling her close. Her smell was intoxicating, and the feel of her body against her own made Kanaya want to melt into a big grub bucket. Rose’s mouth found hers immediately, demanding her absolute attention. The human girl’s hands were at her tie, clumsily working at the knot. Kanaya made a muffled protest, managing to untangle herself from her grasp.
“We should fold our clothes...these are expensive suits, you know,” Kanaya reminded her. No matter how drunk, Kanaya took pride in the fact that she always took care of her clothes.
“Fuck folding them,” Rose growled, and Kanaya’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “I want to fuck you, and these clothes are in my way.” Before Kanaya could say anything else, she had managed to undo the tie, throwing it aggressively in the corner.
Her lips and tongue were at her ears now, Rose’s hands sliding the suit jacket off of Kanaya, her fingers going to work on the buttons. “I don’t think I tell you how much I want you as often as I should,” she whispered, her voice husky. Kanaya felt a shiver trail down her spine as the cool apartment air hit her skin. Her shirt slid out from her shoulders and arms, joining the tie and jacket in the corner.
“But I want you Kanaya...I do. I have to distract myself with all of these complex subjects, because if I don’t, the only thing I can think of is you.” Rose’s lips moved up and down her neck, her tongue licking her collarbone. “Your taste, the way you sound when we make love, that look you get in your eyes...it drives me nearly mad.”
Kanaya relaxed slightly, her world spinning. The booze was really catching up to her now, and she stumbled as Rose undid her bra, chucking it out of the way. “I’m starting to get really dizzy...” Kanaya muttered.
Rose took her hand and led them to their bedroom. It was completely dark, save for the screen-saver on Rose’s laptop and the lights from the bustling city outside. Kanaya found the bed, collapsing on it gratefully. She could start to center herself now and keep from puking. This night was turning out a lot better than she expected, and the last thing she wanted to do was to pay a visit to the Porcelain God.
She felt her boots and socks being removed, and then she could feel Rose’s hands undoing her pants. Kanaya didn’t protest; she let Rose do as she wished. The cool air felt good, and her cheeks flushed as Rose brought her mouth to hers again, grinding their bodies together. Kanaya moaned, shivering in anticipation as she could feel the girl’s fingers slowly undoing her bra.
“You’ve been working hard...you deserve a treat,” Rose murmured, slipping the bra off of her companion. The look in Rose’s eyes was wild; Kanaya hadn’t seen this side of her before. It gave her a peculiar feeling in her stomach.
“You’ve been working hard too,” Kanaya responded, reaching up to try and undo Rose’s pink tie.
“Uh-uh!” Rose playfully smacked Kanaya’s hand away, making a tsk-tsk motion with her finger. “My clothes don’t come off until I say they do. It’s your night, and I’m going to make sure you get your just reward.”
Rose began to massage Kanaya’s breasts gently, her thumbs flicking over her nipples. Kanaya groaned, closing her eyes and resigning herself to Rose’s whims. The human drew her head down, sucking on her nipples, flicking them with her tongue and nipping them lightly with her teeth. Kanaya’s hands entwined themselves in Rose’s hair, and she could feel the sheer want surging up inside of her.
“Please...” Kanaya whimpered softly.
Rose lifted her head, moving up to suck on the troll’s earlobes. “You want more?” She asked.
“Yes, please,” Kanaya gasped, her hips moving upwards of their own accord.
Rose said nothing. She merely used her tongue, making a trail from her ears, to her neck, and from there, her breasts. She continued down, across her stomach, making small circles. Teasingly, she slowly moved down, down...finally coming to her pelvis. Kanaya was trembling, and she hit the mattress in frustration and desire.
Rose chuckled. “Getting a bit impatient, are we? Good things come to those who wait, Miss Maryam.”
Her finger slowly hooked around her panty line, removing the final obstacle between Kanaya and herself. She kissed her pelvis lightly, her lips brushing along her gray skin. She could smell Kanaya getting aroused, and it made her moan slightly. That was enough. Now she was just torturing herself.
How Rose ever learned the method of giving head to women was beyond Kanaya. She really didn’t know. But, by Cog, the girl was good. Her tongue moved slowly, and Kanaya trembled as she felt Rose moan against her. Her tongue moved up and down, side to side, savoring every inch. When her tongue found that spot, Kanaya cried out. Rose wasted no time - she flicked her tongue across it, slowly applying pressure, and things were getting more and more intense...
Kanaya came violently, pulling Rose’s hair, her hips moving sporadically. Finally, when the pulsating subsided, she opened her eyes. Rose was gazing at her, a mischeivous smile on her face. “Did you enjoy it?” She asked.
“Yes,” Kanaya said breathlessly. Her legs trembled, and she could feel the heat radiating off of her flushed cheeks. Any dizziness she had was gone now; her body was far too focused on the orgasm she had just experienced.
“Good,” Rose murmured, standing up. She began to remove her clothes. Her pale skin looked heavenly, and when everything had been discarded, including her headband, she turned to a side table near the bed. “I’m not finished with you yet, Miss Maryam. There’s still some more to come, if you know what I mean.”
Kanaya swallowed. Rose opened a drawer, and pulled out the Phallus. They had nicknamed it the Phallus because words like “cock”, “dick”, “penis”, and “strap-on” felt too crude for them. They were sophisticated women. They didn’t curse, or use naughty language...
...Unless they were drunk.
“I’m going to fuck your brains out.” Rose’s dark eyes narrowed, and Kanaya swallowed slightly as she put the Phallus on. Her body trembled, and Rose got on the bed, kissing Kanaya’s lips fiercely as one of her fingers slowly moved inside of her, teasing her insides.
Kanaya groaned against Rose’s mouth; the pleasure was intoxicating. Kanaya reached for Rose’s breasts, pinching and squeezing them, making her partner moan in kind. They savored in this for a moment, before Rose abruptly stopped. She grabbed Kanaya’s wrists and pinned her down, a fierce expression on her face.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Rose scolded. “I know how easy it is for you to be on top. I’m not going to let you do that this time.” With that said, she positioned herself over Kanaya’s body, and slowly penetrated her.
She moved gently, at first, letting Kanaya’s body get used to the feeling. Kanaya’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her moaning was more frequent now. Rose picked up the pace, going faster until Kanaya was at her mercy. The troll’s fingernails dug into the mattress, her back arching, and her cries growing louder with every minute. Rose pounded into her, and with each thrust, the Phallus rubbed against Rose’s clit, making her moan along with her partner.
After a few moments, Rose could feel Kanaya on the verge of the exquisite pleasure that she wished to give to her. She thrust faster, penetrating her deep and hard, feeling close to the edge herself. With a great cry, Kanaya came, and Rose gave it all she could muster, finishing as well.
She withdrew from Kanaya, collapsing on top of the troll. Their bodies were covered with sweat, and the smell of sex permeated the room. Rose laid still for a moment, letting her heart rate slow down and her pulse steady. It had taken a lot out of both of them. The world was starting to spin, and Rose could feel sleep threatening to drown her.
Kanaya reached up one hand and undid the Phallus, setting it back on the bed-side table. She stroked Rose’s blonde hair, and sighed in contentment. The girl was relaxed against her, and she could feel her breath becoming more slowed and deep. “I thought you were worried about making a mess and things getting wrinkly,” Rose murmured sleepily.
Kanaya gave Rose a gentle kiss on the top of her head. “Not when you’re involved,” she whispered, closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep, the Rose-human content in her arms.
“I think I’m a little tipsy.” This sudden statement coming out of the lips of Rose Lalonde surprised Kanaya. Rose’s tolerance for alcohol was far greater than her own. She couldn’t count on both hands how many times she had been bent over the sink, a garbage can, or a toilet, ejecting the contents of her dinner due to too much booze. Rose would always comment about how Kanaya loved giving tribute to the Porcelain God, and the poor intoxicated troll would haphazardly tell her to “shut the fuck up”; too drunk to even properly try and flirt-punch Rose.
So to hear this coming from Rose of all people, well. It was strange. Kanaya stopped in her tracks for a moment, eyeing the woman up and down, her yellow eyes narrowed. Sure enough, Rose was, indeed tipsy. Her smirk was more pronounced than usual, and she staggered on her feet. She wasn’t at the point where her speech was slurred, but this was definitely a first for Miss Lalonde.
“We should probably head home then,” Kanaya commented, accenting every word perfectly and with precision. She herself was feeling a bit buzzed, and knew it would only get more intense the longer she stood there. They needed to get home before they were both too inebriated to function properly. Kanaya reached out and took Rose’s hand, tugging her along behind her as they headed towards their apartment.
The city was bustling with activity as usual. Bright lights, loud sounds, strange smells...Kanaya didn’t think she’d ever get used to it. Alternia was such a different place, so unlike her new home. It was strange seeing children and parents together, let alone a large group of people tolerating each other’s existence without feeling the urge to murder. It was a miracle, in Kanaya’s eyes.
Their apartment building loomed ahead of them, and the female troll relaxed slightly. “Thank you for the good time, Miss Maryam!” Rose said enthusiastically, and Kanaya had to turn her head away to hide her smile. “And thank you for the booze!”
“You’re welcome.” Kanaya bit her lip, trying to keep herself from laughing as they made it to the apartment building. Rose continued to ramble on in a very uncharacteristic fashion. She was...different, right now. Her smiles seemed genuine, and there was a sparkle in her eyes that she had only seen brief glimpses of before. It took Kanaya a few moments to realize that Rose had finally put her wall down.
Their relationship was...well. Kanaya didn’t know the proper human terms for it. Hell, she didn’t even think the quadrants would be able to adequately describe the relationship and feelings she had for this human. It was flushed, sure, but there was friendship there, too, as well as an occasional appearance of black. Were they moirails? Well, yes, but they were matesprit’s too, as well as kismesis’. They teased each other, bantering back and forth in what Kanaya could only describe as perfect harmony. They argued with each other over trivial subjects, such as what Aristotle really thought and current affairs. They kissed, they held hands, they lived together...there was so much that she experienced with Rose that didn’t fit into any particular quadrant as a whole. They just...were.
Their night on the town was one of celebration. Kanaya’s fashion show that she had been working on night and day, that she had cried, sweat, and bled over, was a complete success. Since Rose was a therapist, she was just as busy as her counterpart, but she found time in her schedule to be able to share in Kanaya’s triumph. All of her designs were well-received, and at the after party, Kanaya was promised more than a few business e-mails and faxes coming in the next day. It was definitely a reason to get drunk.
The two women stumbled into the elevator, Rose clinging to her partner gleefully as Kanaya pressed the button for their floor. As soon as the doors closed, Rose’s smile grew. “I’m so proud of you, Kanaya,” she grinned, and without another word, pulled Kanaya’s face down to her own.
The kiss was fierce, albeit clumsy. The familiar taste of Rose combined with liquor made Kanaya’s head spin a bit faster, and she had trouble breathing. This is definitely different, Kanaya thought to herself. She could feel her suit getting wrinkled, and her first reaction was to pull away in order to keep her precious clothes from getting too untidy. Rose’s tongue swept that thought out of her mind, caressing her own with a want - a need - that Kanaya wasn’t entirely sure she had felt before.
The elevator doors opened with a “ding!” and the two women pulled apart reluctantly, their breathing heavy as they stumbled into the hallway. Despite Rose’s intoxication, she smiled seductively, grabbing Kanaya’s green tie and leading her towards their apartment. Kanaya followed her, speechless. Rose’s form in front of her was perfect; her curves accented by the business suit she wore, the subtle perfume invading Kanaya’s senses, her blonde hair curling around her face like a halo. Cog, she is beautiful, Kanaya thought.
Rose fumbled around her purse for the key. Kanaya had half a mind to help her, but the blonde found it with a triumphant cry. Giggling, Rose managed to unlock the door, and the two hurried inside, shutting the door behind them. The world was starting to spin a bit faster now, and Kanaya quickly threw off her shoes and dumped her purse in the entrance.
Rose set her purse down, grabbing Kanaya’s arm and pulling her close. Her smell was intoxicating, and the feel of her body against her own made Kanaya want to melt into a big grub bucket. Rose’s mouth found hers immediately, demanding her absolute attention. The human girl’s hands were at her tie, clumsily working at the knot. Kanaya made a muffled protest, managing to untangle herself from her grasp.
“We should fold our clothes...these are expensive suits, you know,” Kanaya reminded her. No matter how drunk, Kanaya took pride in the fact that she always took care of her clothes.
“Fuck folding them,” Rose growled, and Kanaya’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “I want to fuck you, and these clothes are in my way.” Before Kanaya could say anything else, she had managed to undo the tie, throwing it aggressively in the corner.
Her lips and tongue were at her ears now, Rose’s hands sliding the suit jacket off of Kanaya, her fingers going to work on the buttons. “I don’t think I tell you how much I want you as often as I should,” she whispered, her voice husky. Kanaya felt a shiver trail down her spine as the cool apartment air hit her skin. Her shirt slid out from her shoulders and arms, joining the tie and jacket in the corner.
“But I want you Kanaya...I do. I have to distract myself with all of these complex subjects, because if I don’t, the only thing I can think of is you.” Rose’s lips moved up and down her neck, her tongue licking her collarbone. “Your taste, the way you sound when we make love, that look you get in your eyes...it drives me nearly mad.”
Kanaya relaxed slightly, her world spinning. The booze was really catching up to her now, and she stumbled as Rose undid her bra, chucking it out of the way. “I’m starting to get really dizzy...” Kanaya muttered.
Rose took her hand and led them to their bedroom. It was completely dark, save for the screen-saver on Rose’s laptop and the lights from the bustling city outside. Kanaya found the bed, collapsing on it gratefully. She could start to center herself now and keep from puking. This night was turning out a lot better than she expected, and the last thing she wanted to do was to pay a visit to the Porcelain God.
She felt her boots and socks being removed, and then she could feel Rose’s hands undoing her pants. Kanaya didn’t protest; she let Rose do as she wished. The cool air felt good, and her cheeks flushed as Rose brought her mouth to hers again, grinding their bodies together. Kanaya moaned, shivering in anticipation as she could feel the girl’s fingers slowly undoing her bra.
“You’ve been working hard...you deserve a treat,” Rose murmured, slipping the bra off of her companion. The look in Rose’s eyes was wild; Kanaya hadn’t seen this side of her before. It gave her a peculiar feeling in her stomach.
“You’ve been working hard too,” Kanaya responded, reaching up to try and undo Rose’s pink tie.
“Uh-uh!” Rose playfully smacked Kanaya’s hand away, making a tsk-tsk motion with her finger. “My clothes don’t come off until I say they do. It’s your night, and I’m going to make sure you get your just reward.”
Rose began to massage Kanaya’s breasts gently, her thumbs flicking over her nipples. Kanaya groaned, closing her eyes and resigning herself to Rose’s whims. The human drew her head down, sucking on her nipples, flicking them with her tongue and nipping them lightly with her teeth. Kanaya’s hands entwined themselves in Rose’s hair, and she could feel the sheer want surging up inside of her.
“Please...” Kanaya whimpered softly.
Rose lifted her head, moving up to suck on the troll’s earlobes. “You want more?” She asked.
“Yes, please,” Kanaya gasped, her hips moving upwards of their own accord.
Rose said nothing. She merely used her tongue, making a trail from her ears, to her neck, and from there, her breasts. She continued down, across her stomach, making small circles. Teasingly, she slowly moved down, down...finally coming to her pelvis. Kanaya was trembling, and she hit the mattress in frustration and desire.
Rose chuckled. “Getting a bit impatient, are we? Good things come to those who wait, Miss Maryam.”
Her finger slowly hooked around her panty line, removing the final obstacle between Kanaya and herself. She kissed her pelvis lightly, her lips brushing along her gray skin. She could smell Kanaya getting aroused, and it made her moan slightly. That was enough. Now she was just torturing herself.
How Rose ever learned the method of giving head to women was beyond Kanaya. She really didn’t know. But, by Cog, the girl was good. Her tongue moved slowly, and Kanaya trembled as she felt Rose moan against her. Her tongue moved up and down, side to side, savoring every inch. When her tongue found that spot, Kanaya cried out. Rose wasted no time - she flicked her tongue across it, slowly applying pressure, and things were getting more and more intense...
Kanaya came violently, pulling Rose’s hair, her hips moving sporadically. Finally, when the pulsating subsided, she opened her eyes. Rose was gazing at her, a mischeivous smile on her face. “Did you enjoy it?” She asked.
“Yes,” Kanaya said breathlessly. Her legs trembled, and she could feel the heat radiating off of her flushed cheeks. Any dizziness she had was gone now; her body was far too focused on the orgasm she had just experienced.
“Good,” Rose murmured, standing up. She began to remove her clothes. Her pale skin looked heavenly, and when everything had been discarded, including her headband, she turned to a side table near the bed. “I’m not finished with you yet, Miss Maryam. There’s still some more to come, if you know what I mean.”
Kanaya swallowed. Rose opened a drawer, and pulled out the Phallus. They had nicknamed it the Phallus because words like “cock”, “dick”, “penis”, and “strap-on” felt too crude for them. They were sophisticated women. They didn’t curse, or use naughty language...
...Unless they were drunk.
“I’m going to fuck your brains out.” Rose’s dark eyes narrowed, and Kanaya swallowed slightly as she put the Phallus on. Her body trembled, and Rose got on the bed, kissing Kanaya’s lips fiercely as one of her fingers slowly moved inside of her, teasing her insides.
Kanaya groaned against Rose’s mouth; the pleasure was intoxicating. Kanaya reached for Rose’s breasts, pinching and squeezing them, making her partner moan in kind. They savored in this for a moment, before Rose abruptly stopped. She grabbed Kanaya’s wrists and pinned her down, a fierce expression on her face.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Rose scolded. “I know how easy it is for you to be on top. I’m not going to let you do that this time.” With that said, she positioned herself over Kanaya’s body, and slowly penetrated her.
She moved gently, at first, letting Kanaya’s body get used to the feeling. Kanaya’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her moaning was more frequent now. Rose picked up the pace, going faster until Kanaya was at her mercy. The troll’s fingernails dug into the mattress, her back arching, and her cries growing louder with every minute. Rose pounded into her, and with each thrust, the Phallus rubbed against Rose’s clit, making her moan along with her partner.
After a few moments, Rose could feel Kanaya on the verge of the exquisite pleasure that she wished to give to her. She thrust faster, penetrating her deep and hard, feeling close to the edge herself. With a great cry, Kanaya came, and Rose gave it all she could muster, finishing as well.
She withdrew from Kanaya, collapsing on top of the troll. Their bodies were covered with sweat, and the smell of sex permeated the room. Rose laid still for a moment, letting her heart rate slow down and her pulse steady. It had taken a lot out of both of them. The world was starting to spin, and Rose could feel sleep threatening to drown her.
Kanaya reached up one hand and undid the Phallus, setting it back on the bed-side table. She stroked Rose’s blonde hair, and sighed in contentment. The girl was relaxed against her, and she could feel her breath becoming more slowed and deep. “I thought you were worried about making a mess and things getting wrinkly,” Rose murmured sleepily.
Kanaya gave Rose a gentle kiss on the top of her head. “Not when you’re involved,” she whispered, closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep, the Rose-human content in her arms.