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Josie sighs, her arms draped across her desk and her chin resting on the surface as she watches the minutes slowly pass on her clock. Brown hair falls down the sides of her face flawlessly, framing a beautiful face, makeup sparkling softly in the light. It matches the peach colored dress that hugs her torso perfectly, the skirt of the dress hanging loosely down to the middle of her thighs.
The tip of her heel clacks impatiently against the floor with each second that passes. It’s been almost two months since Hope left to help her aunt in New Orleans, and she finds herself missing the tribrid more and more each day she’s gone.
Another minute passes and she gets up, opting for pacing back and forth instead. Her entire body is thrumming with excitement, ready for Hope to come through the door at any moment.
It’s all she’s been able to think about all day. Seeing Hope again, having her close. Hearing her voice. The assigned reading for her upcoming anatomy class lies unread on their nightstand, but for the time being, Josie can’t be bothered to care about that.
A click sounds behind her, and the brunette twirls quickly on her heels, watching the front door expectantly.
Even as it swings open, everything is happening way too slowly, and the second auburn hair and pale skin becomes visible to her, Josie can feel a grin break out on her face. She barely has time to get a word out before blue eyes catch her own, and within mere seconds, the door has slammed behind Hope and she appears in front of her in a flash.
“Ho-”
Her voice cuts off, the word being swallowed greedily as Hope surges forward, fingertips resting against Josie’s hips for a quick electrifying second before moving to wrap around her waist, flat hands resting against her back and pulling her in for a kiss.
The urgency of Hope’s lips against her own sends a shiver down her spine and her hands quickly find themselves resting against Hope’s neck, thumbs brushing her jaw as her lips press back against hers. Her entire body relaxes, letting herself sink into Hope’s embrace.
Hope wastes no time deepening the kiss, tender fingertips caressing the curve of Josie’s back as her lips part, breath coming out hot and inviting against Josie's. A curious tongue swipes along the curve of Josie’s bottom lip, causing heat to pool low in her abdomen. It doesn’t help that at the same time, fingertips dig into the sensitive flesh of her lower back, urging her body closer to her girlfriend's and making her entire body burn with everything she’s been deprived of since Hope left.
Her hands come to rest against Hope’s collarbones and she gently pulls back just enough to disconnect their lips.
The way Hope instantly chases her lips, all eager and filled with desperation makes her giggle, her heart fluttering lightly in her chest at how badly Hope seems to want her close.
When the chase comes up fruitless, Hope ducks her head, instead attaching her lips just above Josie’s pulse point, pressing them to the underside of her jaw and drawing a sudden, startled moan from Josie’s lips.
She can literally feel the smirk on Hope’s lips against her skin, and she has to keep herself from melting further into the tribrid’s arms as she presses another insistent kiss to the sensitive spot.
“Babe, we’re going to miss our dinner reservation if we don’t get going…” Josie murmurs, her thumbs rubbing against the sides of Hope’s neck gently.
This seems to get Hope to detach herself from her neck, although the shorter woman does nothing to let go of her girlfriend. Instead, she lets her eyes travel slowly all the way along Josie’s bare legs, to the curve of her hips, over the swell of her chest until they land on slightly kiss swollen lips.
“Let’s stay in.” Hope exhales. Her voice is low, thick with a persistent yearning that steals the breath from Josie’s lungs.
She finds herself unable to look away from Hope’s face, her eyes flickering across the undeniable desire written across her features, and she thinks to herself that she’ll never get tired of this. Of being wanted by Hope, being desired, looked at like she’s ready to devour her. It sparks a fire deep between her legs, it causes her to press herself closer to Hope without even thinking about it.
“I thought we were going out to celebrate that you’re home.” She whispers, her voice absolutely devoid of any kind of attempt to persuade her to go.
Hope finally pulls her gaze away from Josie’s lips, instead fixing her gaze on Josie’s and looking into her eyes with a softness the brunette wasn’t expecting. A look that makes it seem like letting go of Josie would cause her nothing but intense pain.
“Please, don’t make me go out there where I can’t hold you.” Hope’s eyes flicker between hers before falling to her lips again. “Where I can’t kiss you.”
Slowly, Hope runs a hand along Josie’s lower back, fingertips dancing across the delicate fabric of her dress as she leans in, her lips pressing against Josie’s jaw once, twice, before she reaches her ear.
“Where I can’t touch you.” The words burn a trail down Josie’s spine, and she suddenly becomes very aware of just how much clothes stands between her and Hope, and it makes her ache to feel soft, pale skin against her own. “I missed you so much.”
Josie swears she feels her knees buckle beneath her. Hope’s words are so completely raw, so earnest it makes her feel weak, and she swallows hard, grabbing onto Hope’s arms to steady herself.
“I missed you too. So, so much.” The words leave her in a rushed whisper before Josie crashes her lips against Hope’s, not wasting any time before sliding her hands underneath the leather of her jacket, eager to get it off of her. Any plans they had of going out for dinner is already far from the siphoner’s mind, her burning need to feel Hope all over her the only thing left.
Hope lets her arms slide off of Josie’s waist, her fingers lingering against her hips for just a second before she reaches up to help Josie slide off her jacket, absentmindedly discarding it on the floor. Her hands quickly return to Josie’s hips, this time pulling them flush against her own.
“You look bloody amazing, I’m so fucking lucky.” Hope rushes out in between heated kisses. “I just wanted you to know that before I get you out of this dress.”
Josie feels Hope’s hand travel along her spine, setting her nerves on fire as she grabs the zipper for her dress. The feeling of her fingers makes her shiver as they slide along newly exposed skin until the zipper reaches its end and allows Hope to make quick work of the dress as she slides the straps from her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor.
The air bites at Josie, lying cold against her skin until Hope once again pulls her close and she feels the heat radiating from the tribrid flush against her bare skin.
She feels herself stepping backwards as Hope guides her away from the dress. Something hard presses against her ass, her hands coming back to examine what it is.
Realizing she’s leaning against their dresser, Josie allows herself to lean back a little, her legs spreading apart enough for Hope to slot herself between them, her body fitting perfectly against Josie’s.
For the first time since her dress came off, Hope lets her eyes drop to her body, and the way they instantly widen brings a satisfied grin to Josie’s lips.
Hope’s lips part, but no words come out as she stares down at red nylon against tan skin, and Josie lets out a giggle, her hand coming to rest against Hope’s cheek.
“Hope baby, you’re drooling.” She whispers teasingly, her thumb coming to rest under her chin and gently pushing her gaze back up to her own.
A gasp leaves her as her eyes meet Hope’s. Gold bleeds along the edges of her irises, pupils blown so wide blue is barely visible.
“Fuck, Jo.” Hope mutters, her hands coming to rest against her hips, fingertips brushing the hem of her panties before digging into her skin roughly.
A light blush spreads along Josie’s skin, fire spreading from Hope’s fingertips and pooling at her abdomen. She bites her lip, her thumb slowly caressing the sharp edge of Hope’s jaw. “I take it you like it?” She asks softly, words infused with a playful innocence that causes Hope’s grip to tighten. Josie is more than sure her hips will sport fresh bruises in the morning.
“Show me how much you missed me, Hope.” She whispers.
It turns her on.
And so does the low growl that rolls up the back of Hope’s throat as she pushes forward, torso falling flush against Josie’s, her lips pressing against the spot just below her ear, and a whisper leaving her lips low and undone.
“I’m going to absolutely ruin you, Jo.”
Josie barely has time to react before Hope’s lips travel along her jaw, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses all the way down to her pulse point, the gravity of her statement making the brunette twitch expectantly in her arms.
Hope pauses, her nose ghosting across her pulse, inhaling deeply as she does so. The action only makes Josie’s heart beat faster, the quickened patter of her pulse obviously clear to the tribrid as she tenses against her.
“You smell so good.” The words press against Josie’s neck, her voice edging towards another growl. Another sharp inhale dances against Josie’s skin before Hope tears her head back, panting heavily.
Exposed fangs shine in the light pooling in through the window next to them, the sight causing Josie’s legs to tighten around Hope’s waist, arousal licking at her very core.
Seeing Hope fight against every instinct telling her to sink her teeth into Josie, to claim the brunette as her prey and knowing that just underneath the surface lies a beast craving to be unleashed, leaves Josie lightheaded with desire.
Her hands quickly seek out the surface of the dresser, and once she has the support, she leans backwards, her back arching and allowing her chest to pop out enticingly in front of Hope’s eyes.
The lust that flashes across Hope’s gaze before she brings her lips down to her collarbone, allowing her tongue to swipe along it, accompanied by several greedy kisses before she lets her lips travel along the swell of Josie’s breast and down to the spot just below her chest makes her breath hitch desperately in her throat.
Rapid pants leaves Josie’s lips, soft moans escaping her with every kiss pressed to her skin. Her chest rises fast as Hope presses a few messy kisses to her skin, lips trailing along the bottom of her bra.
It doesn’t last long, and Hope slowly looks up, her eyes meeting Josie’s as she slowly begins to trail kisses across her abdomen, until she’s kneeling between her legs. Fingertips trail the curves of her leg, running from her ankle and along the back of her shin to her thigh until they eventually settle just below her ass.
Hope allows her hand to linger for just a moment before it slides along the side of Josie’s thigh, lifting the brunette’s leg in the process and placing it over her shoulder. It allows the tribrid to slot herself closer against Josie, her hand moving to rest against the surface of the dresser as she swallows hard, her nose ghosting along her skin and settling next to her hip.
Fangs scrape against Josie’s skin, Hope’s breath coming out hot against her abdomen as she presses yet another kiss to her skin. She can feel her core tense under the attention, her muscles shivering under Hope’s lips.
A hand comes to rest on the top of Hope’s head, fingers curling into auburn locks. Josie allows her eyes to close, her head falling back as Hope drags another moan from her lips, the tribrid’s teeth tracing the hem of her panties.
Josie can’t stop her hips from bucking forward, her pelvis rolling towards Hope’s face in search of any kind of friction at all. When she finds none, a small whine crawls up her throat, her fingers twitching on top of Hope’s head.
Unable to think of anything but how badly she needs Hope to touch her, she applies the tiniest bit of pressure, hoping that Hope gets the hint, her hips still grinding forwards towards the air.
“Hope, please…” The words sound beyond desperate to her own ears, and she can’t stop her blush from deepening, her own desperate arousal making her burn. She doesn’t even care enough to be embarrassed, all she cares about is getting Hope to touch her before she loses her mind.
A hand grabs roughly at her hip, forcing her back against the edge of the dresser. Josie feels like she’s about to whimper at the loss of contact from Hope’s lips when she feels Hope shift, her lips pressing to the side of her knee instead.
There’s a small pause before Hope nuzzles against her skin, the action so soft that the roughness of her voice takes Josie by surprise.
“Stay still, love.”
Slowly, Hope’s lips travel along her inner thigh, each kiss harder than the last, and when Hope finds herself unable to go any further, she pauses, allowing her lips to linger against Josie’s soft inner thigh. Slowly she parts her lips, pressing them to her thigh and greedily sucking soft skin into her mouth.
It startles Josie, her grip on Hope’s hair tightening in a second, the sudden yank ripping a guttural moan from Hope’s throat. It comes out muffled, vibrating against Josie as she lets her fangs press against her skin lightly, her tongue swiping across the darkening bruise she left.
Josie’s mind is swimming, breathing fast, her entire body pulsing with want, with need, and she wants to beg Hope to give in, to touch her, but the words die on her lips. Instead, her fingers tremble as they continue to hold Hope’s hair in a tight grip, and her eyes go wide when she feels the tip of Hope’s nose brush against damp fabric, her lips following straight after.
It’s so close, so close to being exactly what she needs and yet something so insignificant as a thin layer of fabric denies her all the pleasure she craves and Josie has to stop herself from letting out a whimpering sob in frustration.
Hope stops when she reaches the hem of her panties, lips staying pressed to her skin as she hooks a thumb into the side of Josie’s panties. It makes Josie’s entire body tense up, and she blinks, realization hitting her hard. She looks down, arousal bursting at her core when she sees Hope looking back up at her, ocean eyes so dark and clouded by lust they might as well be black.
Her leg slips from its position across Hope’s shoulder, her ass lifting off of the dresser slightly, allowing Hope to tuck her underwear down, letting it slide off of her before throwing it to the side.
Their eyes stay locked on each other as Hope puts her hands on Josie’s inner thighs, gently spreading her legs apart in front of her, before letting two fingertips run along Josie’s slit.
As soon as they make contact, Hope lets out a raspy groan, her lips parting as she brings her fingers to her mouth.
The tips are already glistening wet, and when she brings her tongue out, letting it run along the digits, Josie thinks the sight alone could almost be enough to make her come.
Almost.
She rubs her thumb against the back of Hope’s head, urging her to keep going.
Hope slowly pulls her fingers out of her mouth, her eyes still staring straight into Josie’s. Her lips return to her abdomen, pressing against it softly before traveling downwards. She stops just shy of Josie’s clit, another groan leaving her as her eyes close briefly before flickering downwards.
“God, you taste so fucking good darlin’. It’s driving me absolutely crazy.”
It doesn’t matter how many times Hope has spoken words of pure lust directed at her, it doesn’t matter how often she’s found herself naked and open and undone because of Hope, it’ll always feel like the very first time she touched her. It will always turn her on more than anything she could have ever imagined.
“Ho- ope !” Hope’s name breaks in the air around them as Josie feels her mouth move, her tongue coming out to run along her slit before landing at her clit.
Josie cries out in pleasure, her hand pressing Hope’s head against her hard, no longer concerned with being gentle. She needs everything Hope can give her, and she needs it now.
Warm lips wrap around her clit, a hand grabbing her inner thigh hard. Another comes to rest against her ass, Hope pulling her hips forward roughly as her tongue circles Josie’s clit teasingly, causing the brunette to buck her hips against her mouth hard.
It doesn’t take long before a thumb replaces her tongue, the pad pressing against Josie hard as it moves in slow circles.
Her tongue travels downwards, a string of throaty moans leaving Hope as she lets the taste of her girlfriend coat her tongue completely.
Everything tightens inside of Josie, a pleasure she’s missed more than she could ever explain over the last two months gathering in her core and traveling downwards and she listens as Hope’s name leaves her mouth over and over.
Just when she feels ready to give in to the pleasure building within her and let it wash over her, Hope’s thumb stops moving and she pulls her mouth back.
Eyes widening, Josie looks down towards Hope with utter desperation, shock and disbelief painted across her face.
Her eyes catch on Hope’s instantly, the tribrid looking up at her with a look so filthy it almost makes up for the sudden lack of contact. The entire sight of her makes Josie bite her lip to hold back a moan, Hope looking way too attractive with her hair all tousled around her fingers. Heavy pants leave soaked lips, her chest rising rapidly as she attempts to calm her breath.
As they stare at each other, Hope’s lips slowly spread into a cocky smirk, her tongue coming out to swipe along her lips.
Josie’s mouth runs dry at the sight, her lips parting to let out a soft oh. It only serves to widen Hope’s smirk, her thumb sliding up to rub slow circles into Josie’s abdomen.
The auburn haired woman slowly lifts herself from her knees, not once letting the pressure of her thumb lessen and not allowing their eye contact to break. She lets her free hand slide along Josie’s thigh, fingers hooking themselves under her knee as she lifts the brunette’s leg, wrapping it around her waist.
Josie’s gaze follows her as she stands up, eyes flickering back and forth between Hope’s, a silent plea shining in her gaze. It makes Hope’s smirk crack into a grin and the tribrid leans in close, her eyes flickering down to Josie’s lips as her own ghost against them.
“You didn’t think I was going to make it that easy for you, did you princess?”
Josie’s eyes fall shut, an involuntary moan flowing into the space between them, and Hope leans forward to swallow the sound as she presses their lips together. Their lips part instantly, tongues meeting with passion.
Seeking out the warmth of Hope’s mouth, Josie licks into her, cheeks flushing at the way Hope’s distinctive taste mixes with the damp taste of her own arousal.
Hope eases the pressure on her abdomen, instead letting her hand grab her other thigh, wrapping Josie’s other leg around her waist as well. With absolutely no effort at all, the tribrid wraps her arms around her girlfriend’s waist, lifting her easily.
It comes as no surprise to Josie that Hope is strong enough to carry her, yet she still gasps against her lips, arms moving to wrap around Hope’s shoulders.
Their lips stay connected as Hope makes her way through their apartment and into their bedroom. Hitting the edge of their bed with her knees, the tribrid maneuvers herself onto the soft mattress before allowing them both to fall against it.
Josie’s back hits the mattress softly, Hope still slotted between her legs as she disconnects their lips, instead pressing a heated kiss to Josie’s neck. Josie kicks off her heels, the shoes hitting the floor with a thump that’s soon followed by Hope’s boots as she does the same.
Their hips grind together, Hope pressing down against Josie as Josie presses up against Hope, rushed moans leaving Josie’s lips as Hope leaves one red mark after another, her mouth attacking the sensitive curve of Josie’s neck.
Quick hands move to grab at Hope’s hips, sliding under the hem of her shirt and pulling it up until Hope has to pull back to allow Josie to pull it over her head and throw it on the floor next to their bed.
Hope stays back, making quick work of her sports bra as well before leaning back down, reconnecting their lips as she slides a hand under Josie’s back.
Josie arches her back slightly, allowing Hope to find her bra clasp. With a snap the bra pops open and Josie quickly pulls it off, hands coming to rest against Hope’s shoulder blades as she pulls her close, reveling in the feeling of their bare skin pressing together.
Her hands slide along the curve of Hope’s back until they reach her skirt, fingertips sliding under the waistband until she’s pulling it down over her hips. Thumbs hook into the sides of her underwear, Josie eager to get Hope out of the rest of her clothing.
When their lips disconnect this time, it’s Josie who presses her lips to Hope’s neck, a shaky moan escaping the tribrid as she allows Josie to rid her of the last of her clothing, hands moving into brown locks and holding her head in place against her neck.
The encouragement sends a tingle down Josie’s spine and she wraps her arms around Hope’s waist, keeping their bodies pressed together as her lips trace the side of her neck, all the way to her jaw and up to the spot below her ear.
Here she pauses, letting Hope’s earlobe disappear between her lips, teeth grazing against it as she pulls back, loving the low groan that leaves Hope at the action.
She swipes her tongue along it briefly before pressing her lips to Hope’s ear, breath coming out hot against it.
“Hope, please. I need you inside of me so badly honey.”
Josie feels Hope go rigid against her, every muscle in her body tensing at the words and before she has time to register what’s happening, she feels her back pressing against the bed hard.
Hands grab at her wrists, pinning them above her head as Hope hovers above her. Auburn hair cascades down the sides of her face, casting it in shadows and making it hard to make out her facial expression. All Josie can see is shining gold staring down at her.
A rush of excitement crashes into her body when Hope grabs both her wrists in one hand, the grip tight and strong. Her other hand travels down the front of her body, tracing her chest and moving across her abdomen until it stops between her legs.
It’s moments like these that remind Josie that at her very core, Hope is a predator and in more ways than she can count, Josie delights in being her prey.
Feeling no shame, Josie allows her legs to spread even more, keeping one wrapped around Hope’s waist while the other falls to the side, resting against the bed.
Hope lifts herself up slightly, her fingers brushing over Josie’s clit before running along her slit.
The contact makes Josie’s head fall back against the bed, her hips bucking up slightly.
The grip on her wrists tighten, Hope’s thumb rubbing circles into her palm as she looks down at her, eyes still a glowing gold, now mixed with something akin to pure lust.
Josie looks back at her, absolutely mesmerized as her lips part to let out a soft cry.
“Please Hope.” She whispers pleadingly, her desperation clear in her voice.
With an accommodating growl leaving the tribrid, Josie feels herself stretch around the two fingers sliding inside of her and she lets out a gasp followed by a loud moan, eyes rolling back in her head before they slide closed.
Her back arches deliciously, ass pressing into the mattress before she begins to move her hips, grinding against Hope’s fingers desperately as the tribrid slides them into her again and again.
A loud cry leaves her when Hope’s fingers curl inside of her, and her entire body burns with pleasure, Hope’s name leaving her again and again and again until she feels her orgasm crash into her like a tidal wave.
Her entire body tenses, Hope’s fingers curling once more as she feels Josie tighten around them, the tips of her fingers hitting a spot so perfect inside of the brunette it sends a jolt of pleasure through her, leaving her legs shaking and her mind unable to focus on anything but the immense gratification that courses through her veins.
Hope slows down, helping Josie through the aftershocks of her orgasm before she pulls her fingers out, her grip on Josie’s wrists slowly easing and her body coming back to rest against Josie’s.
Her lips part, eyes caught on Josie’s as she slides her fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean in front of her. It makes Josie’s brain short circuit completely, leaving her with no other option than to just stare as Hope pulls her fingers out of her mouth.
Her lips press against the corner of Josie’s softly, the thumb on her palm slowing down, now rubbing soothing circles into it before she brings it to her lips, pressing a kiss to Josie’s wrist. The skin under her hands is painted a bruised red and Hope blinks, the gold slowly fading as she looks at Josie. She presses another kiss to Josie’s wrist, hands holding hers gently.
“Does it hurt? Do you need some of my blood?” She whispers softly, concern making its way into her gaze.
Josie blinks, trying to rid herself of the daze that still clouds her thoughts. Her eyebrows furrow as Hope’s questions register and she swallows hard, shakily pushing herself onto her side, allowing Hope to do the same.
“No, I’m okay.” She whispers, their legs tangling together. Her forehead comes to rest against Hope’s, their lips pressing together in a soft kiss before a smile breaks Josie’s lips.
Hope looks at her, blue eyes big and adoring as she continues to rub Josie’s wrist soothingly.
The affectionate concern emanating from Hope makes her heart skip a beat and she reaches up to brush her thumb along her jaw gently, all the way to her ear. Tucking a strand of auburn hair behind her ear, she slides her fingertips along the side of her neck, letting them tangle into the hairs at the back of her neck.
“I love you so much, Hope Mikaelson.” She whispers, her entire being consumed with her love for this woman.
A grin so wide it stretches across Hope’s face happily spreads on her face, eyes scrunching up adorably.
“I love you too, Jo. Always and forever.” She responds, lips capturing Josie’s affectionately.
Josie presses back against her, the kiss deepening as she gently pushes Hope onto her back. She slots one of her legs between Hope’s, using it to spread her legs slightly.
Her hand travels along Hope’s body, taking its time feeling soft skin under it until it lands on Hope’s abdomen.
She breaks the kiss, forehead pressing against Hope’s.
“Allow me to return the favor, angel.” She whispers softly.
She can hear Hope’s breath hitch, a hand coming to rest against her lower back as the tribrid pulls her closer against her side.
“Please do.” She responds and Josie grins, letting her hand travel further.
It doesn’t surprise her when her fingers meet a heated wetness she can only imagine rivals her own, and she licks her lips, the pad of her thumb pressing against Hope’s clit just as she slides two fingers inside of her.
She feels Hope’s fingers dig into her lower back hard, a harsh moan leaving the tribrid. Nails press into her skin, Hope looking up at her with wide eyes and parted lips.
Josie looks back into her eyes. She could look at Hope forever, especially when she’s looking at her like this, flushed skin and bruised lips catching her attention.
“You’re so beautiful.” She exhales, barely able to comprehend just how she managed to get this lucky.
Propping herself up on her arm, Josie uses her hand to brush Hope’s hair out of her face as she begins to slowly slide her fingers in and out of her, keeping a slow pace as her thumb begins to draw circles around her clit.
Encouraging moans leave Hope, getting louder as Josie slowly begins to go faster until she’s fucking Hope as fast as she can and Hope is crying out her name as she tightens around her fingers.
With a sudden curl of her fingers, Josie can feel Hope crashing over the edge, her back arching and her eyes closing hard.
She slows down, waiting until Hope falls back against the bed, limb and boneless before she pulls out of her.
“I’m never leaving again.” Hope pants. “Freya can take care of her wolf problems on her own from now on.”
Josie chuckles softly, her head coming to rest against Hope’s shoulder as she nuzzles into her neck, arm draped across her waist. She tugs the tribrid close, smiling when she feels arms encircling her back and holding her close.
“God, I missed you so much, Hope.” She whispers softly into her neck, her eyes closing slowly. “Next time I’m going with you.”
Hope smiles, fingertips rubbing Josie’s shoulder softly as she presses a soft kiss to Josie’s forehead.
“Deal.”