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Ava was lying on her side with her head on her arm watching Deborah sleep. She reached out her hand and stroked Deborah’s cheek softly until she opened her eyes.
“Hey,” Ava said.
“Hey,” Deborah said, groggily, smiling back. “You were watching me sleep again.”
“I was. You glow when you fall asleep after sex.”
“Then why did you wake me?”
“Well, you know I don’t care, and the birthday sex was great, but I know you mentioned snazzy dinner plans and I don’t know what time that might be occurring and I didn’t want you to wake up and freak out about not having time to get dressed.”
Deborah lifted her head up and noticed through the floor to ceiling windows in their suite overlooking St. Patrick’s Cathedral, that the sun was going down. “What time is it?”
“5:16”
“Jesus, the sun sets so early in New York. OK, get up.”
“Wha.. ?”
“Get out of bed. We have to get dressed.”
“D, I don’t even know where we’re going.”
“You don’t need to, Baby,” Deborah said, kissing Ava on the lips and lingering for a second, “but we do need to get dressed. I’m getting in the shower, you can stay there and sleep if you want.”
“I think you want company in the shower,” Ava teased.
“I think you just can’t get enough of me,” Deborah whispered as she got out of bed and headed to the giant marble bathroom connected to their bedroom.
“You’re right. I can’t,” Ava said, rushing behind and grabbing her around the waist while she turned on the water.
“You do know that I need to actually shower, right? Soap, shampoo… all that stuff?”
“Baby, I’ve seen how the sausage is made. I know the routine,” Ava said with a cheeky grin.
“Yeah. That sausage reference just killed the mood. Never say that again,” Deborah said as she turned on the surrounding shower heads and led Ava in with her.
“You’re right, you're right. That WAS really bad,” Ava laughed. “You should throw me out for that one.
“I should,” Deborah smiled. “Hand me the shampoo.” she said to Ava who, never one to miss a moment, turned around, grabbed the bottle, poured a small amount in her hand and turned back around to face Deborah.
“Hey! What the fuck?”
“Turn around and lean your head back.”
Deborah raised an eyebrow and did what she was told. Ava massaged the shampoo into her scalp. “Mmmm that feels good. Don’t stop.”
“Where have I heard that before?”
“Shut up.”
“Ok, turn around and rinse.”
“Yes, Ma’am. You going to do the conditioner, too, or are you just going to half-ass it?”
Deborah went to turn around again, but Ava stopped her. She poured some conditioner in her hand and moved up against the front of Deborah’s body. She stood on her tiptoes and worked the conditioner into Deborah’s hair.
“God, Ava, what are you trying to do to me?” she said against Ava’s lips. “I really do need to get a real shower.”
“Go ahead and rinse.”
Deborah leaned her head back into the shower to rinse the conditioner out of her hair. “Are you just going to watch me or are you going to, you know, use some soap?” Deborah sighed. “This is why I don’t let you shower with me. You just stand there and stare. It’s been two years, Ava, how much more do you need to see?”
“You love me watching you!” Ava said, handing her her stupidly expensive body wash.
“Yeah, I do,” Deborah said, smirking. “But seriously, when you’re done, I need you to get dressed in the guest room and meet me out on the terrace at 8:00.”
“Why the terrace? Oh I know! You’re sneaking another woman in here, aren’t you? A threesome? For my birthday?”
“Ava, I love you, but finish up and get the fuck out.”
“Alright, I’m getting the fuck out. See you at 8,” she said and gave her a kiss as she got out of the shower. She wrapped her hair in a towel, grabbed a robe and walked out, knowing that Deborah was staring at her ass as she left. She walked down the ridiculously long hall to the guest room, where most of her stuff was anyway. At home it drove Deborah crazy how she would just throw clothes around until there were piles everywhere and you never knew which ones were clean and which ones weren’t. After arguing about it almost every day, Deborah finally had Josefina move all of Ava’s clothes back to her old bedroom. She didn’t care if Ava got dressed in her room, but she wasn’t going to keep trying to navigate those damn piles. The same went for the hotel rooms they stayed in when they traveled.
Ava didn’t need quite the same amount of time to get dressed as Deborah did, so she sat down on the bed and turned on the TV and flipped through the channels until she got to USA. There was always an SVU marathon on USA. It was one of Deborah's favorite episodes. The one where a woman recants her testimony about her father abusing her 17 years later. A good friend of hers was in this episode and she always got excited when it came on. She thought about yelling down the hall to see if she wanted to watch it with her, but she knew Deborah wouldn’t be interested right now, so she got comfortable and watched it by herself. When it was over, she walked around the room and opened the closet. She may not have known where Deborah was taking her tonight, but she knew it wasn’t going to be a jeans and Vans sitch. Anytime she needed something… nice, she ran it by Kiki. She was getting better at it, but she still brought Kiki in to make sure everything was OK. Kiki knew the dresses were for the week they were spending in New York for Ava’s birthday. Deborah had filled her in. She stared at the outfits and thought about what Kiki had said.
“OK, well this pantsuit is super cute and you should totally bring it, but I like these,” Kiki had said, holding up a green dress in one hand and a black one in the other.
The green one was a jeweled, V-necked, mid length dress that really set off her eyes and complimented her hair. The black one, however, was a long, silk, form fitting dress with spaghetti straps and slit up the side that Ava knew would make Deborah drool. She went back and forth between the green and the black while SVU continued to play in the background. If she wore the green one, she could get away with a reasonable heel that she felt kind of sure she’d be able to walk in. If she went with the black dress, well then she’d have to wear the stilettos since the dress was so long. She was certain these would end them up in another emergency room. But she looked REALLY good in that black dress and she knew it. She hung the black dress on the rim of the closet and pulled out the shoes. “Looks like it’s you and me tonight,” she said to the dress. Then she looked down at the shoes and pointed to them… “Do NOT make me regret this.”
Meanwhile, Deborah was getting dressed down the hall in their bedroom. She blow dried her hair to give it that soft, wavy look, and tucked it behind her ears. Then she sat down to put on her face. Ava may love her without makeup, but she also knew that the full Deborah Vance look with the eyelashes and lipstick, paired with the ensemble she was planning on wearing would make her eyes pop out of her head. She chuckled to herself when she thought about the look on Ava’s face when she would see her. After an hour, she was ready to get dressed. As much as she dreaded getting into this thing, she knew how much she would enjoy Ava taking it off.
She went over to the bed and picked up a white lace, sleeveless bodysuit held together with fine mesh, that was a little less than modestly see-through and sighed. She hated these things. She rolled it up and pulled it over her head, not worried about her hair, but she had to fight to get it over her breasts that her embroidered, black silk bra made just a little higher and fuller. After she got it down over her waist she stopped. This better be worth it. After another sigh she tugged the front and back together and snapped it closed at the crotch and immediately regretted the decision to go commando. Fuck. It’s fine. I'll just deal with it. It’s not going to be on long anyway. The rest of her ensemble was easy. Black velvet flared tuxedo pants with a satin stripe down each side and a simple black silk wrap. She was ready a little early, but she didn’t want to go out onto the terrace until she knew Ava was there. Since the bedroom overlooked the terrace on the floor below, she knew the redhead wasn’t there yet. She opened her laptop and decided to go over the script for their new pilot and look for any last minute tweaks, but ended up watching Hannah Waddingham videos on YouTube instead. Maybe I WAS always a lesbian.
Ava couldn’t decide what to do with her hair. Her makeup was done, but she just kept fiddling with her hair in front of the mirror. After it was sufficiently messy, she just decided to pull the top and sides back and add a plain silver clip that Kiki gave her to keep it in place. She got the dress on pretty easily. She saw this zipper hack on TikTok where you thread some string through the hole in the zipper and voila! She sat on the bed and strapped the stilettos on and threw a few things in her black clutch. She took a deep breath and stood up. After she was relatively confident she wouldn’t fall over or trip on her dress she made her way down the spiral staircase, gripping the railing tightly, then wobbled through the living room and out onto the terrace. The view was breathtaking. In addition to the lights of the city, the huge Christmas tree in the hotel courtyard, and St. Patrick’s Cathedral, the sky was clear and you could see the stars. She was freezing, but lost track of time anyway while she stared at them and went over her plan for tonight. It was HER birthday after all.
Deborah heard the terrace door slide open and close. She shut her laptop and walked over to the window to see if it was Ava. There she was with her back to her, staring up at the sky. Deborah mouthed the word “WOW” when she saw Ava standing there, the dress hugging her hips and the beautiful porcelain skin of her back glowing against the black of the dress. The night sky may be breathtaking, but Ava was even more so. Jesus Christ, is she wearing stilettos? She slid on her black flats and made her way out to the terrace, tipping the caterers that quickly snuck in after Ava had exited the room. She silently opened the curtains and the door, closed them behind her, and walked out. Well, really just stood there staring at Ava.
“Hey,” Ava said without turning around.
“Hi,” Deborah said softly, “how did you know I was here?”
“I always know when you enter a room. And you’re wearing my favorite perfume. You know… this terrace may be heated, but it’s still pretty fucking cold out here.”
“Is this better?” Deborah asked as she walked up behind her and enclosed her in her arms with the black silk wrap around both of them.
“Much,” Ava whispered as she turned around in her arms. “Whoa!” Ava said, her mouth agape, and took a step backward. Deborah had to catch her as she started to fall in those stupid stilletos. Once she got her footing, she held Deborah at arm's length to take in the entire ensemble. “God you’re stunning. Are you trying to kill me?”
“Maybe,” Deborah smiled. “So, I guess it’s a hit, huh?”
“A hit? Deb, I don’t think we’re going to make it out of this place tonight,” Ava said, pulling Deborah back in for a kiss and moving her hands down to cup her ass.
“Well, ''she paused, “the good news is we were never going to make it out of here anyway, which is lucky for you because you’d have never made it in those things,” she said looking down at Ava’s feet. “The bad news is I had to move our plans indoors since meteorologists are fucking useless.”
“Yeah, I think it’s supposed to snow…”
“Don’t say the ‘S’ word,” Deborah groaned. “Anyway, I was going to have lights put up and a few fires going and an elegant dinner under the stars. You know, all that campy, romantic stuff we hate. But you’ll probably like the new plan better.”
“So, why are we standing out here in the cold and why did I have to put this thing on if we weren’t going out?”
“Why do you ask so many questions?”
“I’m naturally curious,” she said, sliding her hands under the top of Deborah’s pants.
“Jesus your hands are cold! Give me those mitts,” she said, grabbing them and moving them back around her waist.
“We’re standing out here in the cold because I had to give them time to set everything up inside. And I made you get dressed up because I wanted to.”
Deborah took Ava’s hand and led her back to the living room where a fire was burning and a table was set with lit candles and filled champagne flutes. Chafing dishes filled with McDonald’s french fries, cheeseburgers and chicken nuggets were set up next to the table.
“Deb, you didn’t! This is insane. It’s perfect!
“Happy Birthday, Baby.”
They sat across from each other and toasted Ava’s birthday.
“I’m just gonna dig in…”
“Of course you are,” Deborah said, rolling her eyes.
Ava took Deborah’s plate and began loading it up with fries.
“Whoaaa, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Um, serving you dinner?”
“You know I don’t eat that shit.”
“Come on! Just have one! For me?”
“Fine. ONE!” Ava leaned across the table and slipped the french fry into her mouth. Deborah took it and then grabbed Ava’s hand to lick the salt off her finger.
“How do you make eating a french fry so fucking sexy?”
“It’s a talent,” Deborah said teasingly.
“So… where’s your dinner?
“Right here,” Deborah said, raising her glass.
“Yeah, that tracks,” Ava said, nodding “The only thing that would make this more perfect is a Diet Coke soda fountain.”
“Don’t think it didn’t cross my mind,” Deborah said, getting up to pull over an ottoman to put her feet up on and leaned back against the chair while Ava ate. And by ate, it was more like shoveling food into her mouth and chasing it with champagne, while Deborah looked over at her and laughed.
“So, this is my big, fancy birthday dinner. I have to say, you really nailed it with this one, Deb,” she said with a mouth full of food and opened another bottle of champagne and refilled her glass.
“If I didn’t know any better, I'd say you were actually being sincere.”
“I’m full of surprises,” she said, getting up to curtsy while holding on to the table for balance, making Deborah laugh. “What’s next? I know this isn’t all you got, Vance.”
With that Deborah got up and walked over to her phone, pulled up Spotify and turned on the playlist Kiki helped her make. She strutted back over to Ava and took her hand. “May I have this dance, Ms. Daniels?” She didn’t wait for an answer, instead leading Ava to the middle of the living room and draping her arms over her shoulders while Ava put her arms around her waist. “I don’t like this. You’re too tall. Take off those stupid shoes.”
“Oh thank god. I didn’t know how long we were going to be on our feet and these are already killing me,” Ava said,bending over to unbuckle them and kicking them off.
“Much better,” whispered Deborah, almost face to face with Ava now.
They danced for a while, not speaking. Just holding each other. “Hey, you seem a little distracted. What’s going on?”
“I am,” Deborah half smiled. She extricated herself from Ava's arms and poured another glass of champagne.
“You’re kinda scaring me.”
“I’m starting to scare myself,” she said as she took a sip.
“Deb…”
She downed the rest of the champagne in her glass and walked back over to Ava and took her hands. Ava braced herself.
“There’s something I’ve been wanting to say for a long time, and I am, I’m going to say it, but you can’t interrupt me.”
“OK, Honey, you can tell me anything. You know that,” Ava said, stroking Deborah’s cheek. Deborah took her hand and kissed it and held both of her hands between them, nervously rubbing her thumb over the top of them.
“Ava, I love you. More than I ever thought I could love anyone…”
“Deb, are you sick? Is that what this is?”
“I told you not to interrupt me!”
“Sorry, sorry. Go ahead.”
She paused, her eyes getting glassy looking at Ava.
“When I’m not with you, I feel like something is missing. I long for when I can see you again and we can fall back into our routine. God, we actually have a routine! You know, this is still new for me. I spent 40 something years being on my own. Not trusting anyone or letting anyone get close enough to hurt me like that again. I couldn’t risk it. Not for DJ and not for me and not for my career. Then YOU crashed into my life…
“Hey! You’re the one that ran ME off the road!”
“AVA!”
“Right, right, “Ava said, making the zipping lips gesture and letting Deborah take her hands again.
“You are the craziest, most unlikely person I would ever even let get within 100 feet of me, but you just tunneled your way in. To my head and then my bed and then my heart. Some days it still takes my breath away how much I love you. And how much I trust you and know how much you love me. I never thought I’d have that again, and certainly not with someone so obviously wrong for me. At least on paper. But here you are.” There were tears rolling down Deborah’s cheeks. “I get a text from you and I think, ‘There’s my girl,’ and my face lights up and I feel like I can breathe again. When I see your picture pop up on my lock screen, I say ‘Hi Baby’ in my head. Well, mostly in my head. There was this one time, when we were in a meeting about the pilot, the one you couldn’t be at because Nina was having a meltdown over something and you had to fly out there, my phone lit up and there was your picture and instead of saying the usual ‘Hi, Baby’ in my head, I said it outloud. I don’t remember how Marcus covered for me, but he did. And then proceeded to have a long talk with ME about how I needed to remain professional, if you can believe that…”
“Deb…,” Ava said, softly.
“Ssssshhhh,” she said, rubbing Ava’s hand again. “The thing is you’re all I ever think about. When I’m taking meetings with Marcus, when I take the dogs for a walk, when I’m out fishing on the pond, cooking dinner, picking items for the next QVC show… I’m always thinking how much better it would be if you were there with me,” Deborah went on, tears flowing. Ava swiped her thumb over Deborah’s cheek to wipe them away as her eyes started to water, too. “Ava, I don’t ever want to be without you. I mean, I could, I could be without you, but I don’t want to. And I need you to know that,” Deborah paused, sliding a hand into her pocket awkwardly. “And I want you to know that I’d understand if you ever wanted to leave. I know we said we would never talk about the age thing again, but it’s there, and if you did want to leave, I’d understand. I mean, I’d be devastated, but don’t let that stop you,” she said flippantly.
“Deb, you’re rambling. Stop. I KNOW all of this. I KNOW you love me and I know you know I love you!”
“I need, I need… to finish this,” Deborah said tilting her head.
“OK, OK, go ahead.”
“I don’t even know where I was,” Deborah laughed, wiping her eyes.
“And you said you didn’t want to bring up the age thing.”
“Watch it.” she paused. “I always know what to say. On stage, in a meeting, in bed, but tonight is different. I don’t know how to do this. So, here’s the thing,” she brought her hand out of her pocket holding a tiny box. Ava looked at it and looked back up at Deborah.
“Deb, are you…”
“Yes, I am, but if you think I’m getting down on one knee you're crazy.” Ava started to laugh, almost hysterically. “What is WRONG with you? Why are you laughing like a fucking hyena?”
“I’m sorry. I’ll tell you later. You’ll laugh when I tell you. Please… go on”
“You ruined the moment!”
“Go back to ‘I'm not getting down on one knee’.” Deborah just glared at her.
“I don’t even want to do this anymore…”
“DEB! Please. Do it.”
There was a pause. “Ava Daniels, you little shit, will you marry me?” She opened the little box and took out the princess cut diamond ring and asked again softly, “Ava, will you marry me?”
“Yes. Of course. Yes, I’ll marry you!” Ava said laughing again, but through tears this time. “I love you and yes I’ll marry you and spend the rest of my life with you, and…”
“Well, realistically it’ll be the rest of MY life, but…”
Ava put her hand behind Deborah’s neck and pulled her in to shut her up with a kiss as she walked her backwards until the back of her legs hit the couch and they collapsed on top of it, laughing.
“You know you’ll have to change your name now,” Deborah deadpanned.
“What? No. If you want to change your name, you can, but that’s so, like, not even a thing anymore. You don’t have to change your name just because you’re getting married. You can still be married and keep your own name, your own identity. That whole thing has always been bullshit designed to keep women subservient to their husbands…”
“Wow.” Deborah said, cutting her off. “Calm down, Mrs. Vance,” she said as she stretched out on the couch and pulled Ava down next to her, and slung her arm around Ava’s waist.
“Deborah! Look, if you’re so into us having the same last name, you can change yours. Seriously. I’m not doing it.”
“HA! Honey, I’m Deborah Fucking Vance, I’m not changing my name. Though, you know what? We could hyphenate!” she said, poking Ava in the arm. “Deborah Vance in the streets, Deborah Daniels-Vance in the sheets,” she said, kissing Ava’s neck and stroking her cheek. Ava leaned her head back into Deborah. “You know, that could actually work,” she whispered. “Ava Daniels-Vance. Deborah and Ava Daniels-Vance. At least legally. Professionally we can still use our own names.”
“You really ARE full of surprises tonight, aren’t you? You did a 180 on that in about two seconds. I was really just trying to wind you up. Of course we’re not changing our names!” Deborah kissed Ava’s shoulder.
“Well, the more I thought about it…”
“When did you have time to think about it while you were ranting about keeping our own identities and being subservient to men?”
“I can think and rant about two things at the same time. The more I heard myself, the more it made sense. Neither of us has to give up anything. Why not? I’ll do it if you do it.”
“Can we revisit this later? Please?”
“There is literally no downside, Deb!”
“Ssssshhhhhh… later,” Deborah said, burying her face in Ava’s neck and nibbling on the sensitive spot right under her ear, trying to distract her from her current line of thought.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh shit. DJ.”
“Yeah. She may love you now, but wait until she finds out you’re going to be her new mommy.”
“Oh, Deb, no. Just… ew. Mommy? Really? That brings up so many things I’m not prepared to think about right now.”
“You? She’s MY daughter! She’ll probably need to draw up the prenup herself.”
“Problem solved!” Ava bellowed as she turned over to face Deborah and ran her hand down her torso, palming a breast and kissing her softly on the lips, then moving down to her neck to suck on the spot right above her collarbone until Deborah Started to moan. “Besides, DJ loves me,” she whispered. “She’ll just take me to Bury the Hatchet for an axe throwing session where she’ll threaten to kill me if I take her money and then everything will be fine.” Deborah sat up suddenly and groaned while Ava recovered from almost being thrown off the couch. “What the hell?”
“New rule, and I can’t believe this hasn’t come up before, but no more mentioning my daughter’s name when we’re being… intimate. Especially when your tongue is on my neck. Or anywhere else for that matter! It really kills the mood.”
“Yeah, I can see how that could be a boner killer for you.”
“New rule #2,” Deborah sighed. “Never say ‘boner killer’. It’s a real fucking boner killer.”
“When did you start making rules? That’s two in, like, 30 seconds. Do I need to start taking notes?”
“Oh, shut up and come upstairs,” Deborah said as she took Ava’s arm and got up off the couch.
“You know, we don’t need to go up stairs to do… this,” she said as she ran a hand up Deborah’s thigh and moved it around the side to unzip her pants, but Deborah grabbed her arm to stop her.
“No. Not here. Not on a couch.”
“Deb, we’ve fucked on couches before.”
“I know you’ve never seen this side of me, and until now I didn’t know it actually existed, but I want tonight to be… that campy, romantic crap we hate. Not a quick fuck on the couch. ”
“No fucking. Got it. OK”
“No. Fucking is fine when we’re… fucking.”
“Ooooh, so you just object to the woooord fucking. Got it. So… having sex? Does that work?”
“Having sex sounds so… transactional,” she said wrinkling her nose. Ava just stared at her. “Tonight I want to make love to my wife,” she said, stroking Ava’s cheek.
“I think I can get on board with that.”
Deborah walked across the room to grab a bottle of champagne. “I want to enjoy every moment of tonight, every inch of you. Slowly.” she said seductively as she walked back across the room and laced her fingers through Ava’s to guide her toward the stairs.
“Wife, huh?”
“Shut up and keep moving.”
“Oh wait! Hold on a sec,” Ava said, running across the room to grab her clutch and back again.
Deborah was standing a step above her glaring down. “What the fuck was that? Are you trying NOT to get laid?”
“I thought we were calling it ‘making love’,” Ava antagonized.
“I’m going upstairs with this bottle of champagne. I can drink it with or without you.” She turned around and walked up the stairs leaving Ava to stare at her ass as she rounded the curve of the spiral staircase.
“Wait! You forgot glasses!”
“Don’t need ‘em,” she called, never stopping or turning around.
Ava lifted the hem of her dress and hurried up behind her. When they got to the bedroom door, Deborah turned around and raised the arm holding the champagne against the doorframe. “Let’s start over.”
“Yeah, let’s do that,” Ave whispered, reaching up to kiss Deborah gently on the lips.
Deborah grabbed Ava around the waist with her other arm. “Get in here,” she growled and pulled her inside, letting Ava walk her back to the bed. She put the bottle down on the nightstand while Ava threw her clutch on the other side of the bed and pulled her face to hers, sucking in her lower lip then kissing her hungrily until they were both breathless. Deborah brushed her finger down Ava’s face and turned away from her to open the champagne. Ava heard the POP as she was walking across the room to dim the lights. As soon as she turned around Deborah was there lassoing her wrap around Ava’s waist and pulling her back toward the bed. Ava cupped her breasts, pushing them up, and bent her head down to lick up her cleavage and suck on the beauty mark over her right breast, working her way up Deborah’s collarbone and then her neck, nipping softly below her ear. Deborah dropped her wrap on the floor and then moved her head back to Ava’s lips, licking into her mouth, not wasting any time.
“God, Ava, I love you so much.”
“Show me.”
This time, Deborah did get down on her knees and moved slowly up the naked leg revealed by the slit in Ava’s dress, peppering it with wet kisses as she made her way up and inside her thigh. Ava took in a sharp breath when Deborah ran a finger under the hem of her underwear then suddenly pulled her back up.
“Slow down. Remember?”
“I hate it when you use my words against me.”
“I know,” Ava whispered, moving her hand to the zipper on Deborah’s pants and slowly pulling it down until she could slide her hands down Deborah’s thighs.
“Mmmmmm…,” was all Deborah could muster as Ava moved her hands inside the soft tuxedo pants and cupped her ass, pulling her in for another kiss while Deborah ran her nails down Ava’s back, making her gasp.
“Turn around.”
Ava slid her hands out of Deborah’s pants and did what she was told, as the pants dropped to the floor.
Deborah ran her index finger down Ava’s back, sending chills through her body, as she unzipped the dress and pushed the straps down until it, too, had fallen to the floor. “Wow. A corset? Nice touch, Daniels.” Deborah said, running her hands over the forest green lace of the hipster panties partially covering Ava’s ass. She turned around to face Deborah and pulled her leg up around her waist, already feeling how wet she was against her stomach, and ran her hands over her ass, reaching for the fastener on her body suit from behind.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Deborah cried, throwing her head back. “I didn’t think this through.”
“What do you mean?” Ava said into her neck.
“Honey, this was a bitch to get on. It’s not going to come off easily… or attractively. And I’m pretty sure those snaps are embedded in my vagina at this point.”
“Yeah, going commando in this probably wasn’t your best idea, but I appreciate the effort and those snaps… they’re fucking hot, Deb. Lay down,” Ava demanded as she grabbed the leg around her hip and flipped Deborah back onto the bed.
“Ava Daniels. WWE Diva,” Deborah teased as she threw an arm over her head, staring into her partner’s eyes.
“Scoot back.”
“If I’m laying down, you’re never going to get this thing off me.”
“Watch me.” Ava winked as she ran her hands up Deborah’s thighs and pushed them up and apart. She ran her fingers over the wet lace and gently flicked open the snaps and teased her clit with her thumb.
Deborah gasped, “Ava….”
“Ssshhhh,” she said, bending her head down to Deborah's pussy and licking around her entrance, gathering the wetness in her mouth. Then she slid up Deborah and slipped her tongue into her already open mouth, Deborah greedily kissing her back. She ran her hands down the sides of the body suit and slid them under the lace and mesh, pushing it up Deborah’s body until she came to her breasts. She removed the clip from her hair and let it fall over them.
“Baby, I don't know how you got this on, but I DO know how it’s coming off,” Ava smirked, holding up the silver hair clip.
“Jesus Christ, we’re going to end up in another emergency room.”
“Uh Uh. Hold still.” Ava said as she stretched the mesh and lace covering Deborah’s bra. Deborah propped the back of her head up on her arms and watched as Ava took the sharper side of the clip and sawed through the material, which came away much easier than she thought it would.
“Good with sharp objects. Noted.” Deborah nodded.
Ava ripped the bodysuit open the rest of the way and sat up and smiled at her work, while Deborah laughed. “I told you this would be coming off. One way or another, it was coming OFF.”
Deborah sat up and draped her arms over Ava’s shoulders. “Hand me that champagne.” Ava pushed what was left of the bodysuit back over Deborah’s shoulders and grabbed the champagne.
“You probably should have grabbed the whole ice bucket, this is getting war…”
“Don’t care. Give.” Ava handed the bottle over and watched Deborah take a few large swigs from it.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful your breasts are? Like, the most beautiful in the world?”
“Uh huh. Daily,” Deborah smiled.
“Hey, are you going to leave any for me?”
“Mmmm hmmm,” she said and took another sip. Instead of handing the bottle to Ava, she pushed her lips against Ava’s until they opened and let Ava drink the champagne from her mouth.
“Do that again.” Deborah obliged and took another sip and pushed her lips against Ava’s mouth.
“What else can we do with that champagne?” Ava asked with a wink.
“Other than drinking it? Christ, I don’t know!”
“I saw this thing on Tik Tok…”
“NO!”
“C’mon Deb!”
“No.”
“Fine,” Ava said, pushing her back down on the bed. She held the bottle over Deborah’s breasts and tilted it.
“Ava! No. We are not pouring champagne on the bed. I’m not making love in a wet bed.” As soon as she said the words, she flung her arm over her face.
“Oh, I think… “
“Shit. See…” she said, wagging her finger.
“This bed is going to get very wet… “
“... I knew. I knew as soon as those words came out of my mouth…”
“You set me right up for that one.
“I did. And it will never happen again,” she laughed, as Ava took a few more gulps from the bottle and handed it back to Deborah, who sat up to finish it.
“So.”
“So. That corset looks so hot on you,” Deborah said, running her hands up Ava’s front and massaging her breasts, “but I think it would look a lot better on the floor.”
“Do you want to cut it off me? I can find the clip…”
“Sssshhhh,” Deborah said, kissing Ava’s neck and running her hands down Ava’s back until they reached the hooks fastening the corset. She easily undid them and threw it on the floor.
“You’re… you’re right. It does look better on the floor,” Ava whispered while Deborah pushed her breasts up, licking the small swell it created. Ava threw her head back, breathing faster as Deborah sucked on her right nipple then lightly rolled her tongue around it. Ava bent forward and took Deborah’s face in her hands and brought her up to her lips, kissing her wildly. Deborah’s hands dropped to squeeze Ava’s ass and pull her in closer, falling back on the bed. Ava ran a finger underneath the band of her bra, teasing her until Deborah sat up and flipped Ava over on her back, making them both laugh. She reached up and unfastened the hooks on her bra and flung it on the floor, leaving her breasts hovering over Ava, who hungrily took them in her hands and pulled one into her mouth. She moved between them while Deborah moaned until she pulled back and fell onto Ava, pressing their bodies together. While Ava moved her hands down Deborah’s back, the blonde moved down her body, kissing and licking every part of her as she inched toward what she really wanted. She grazed her hands over Ava’s thighs, slid her underwear down her legs and tossed them to the side. When she spread her thighs apart, Ava instinctively bent her legs up and let her knees fall to the side, the cold air hitting her already drenched pussy. Deborah moved a hand up to tease Ava’s breasts and then dragged it down her torso, kissing Ava’s mound, locking eyes the whole time.
“I want to watch you go down on me.”
“Go ahead. If you can keep your eyes open,” Deborah said, daring her to do it and moving a pillow under hips to give her better access.
“Oh god, Deborah…, “ Ava breathed as Deborah’s mouth made contact with her pussy, licking around inside and back up, teasing her clit, never breaking eye contact with her. It was driving Ava mad. She used her index finger and teased her opening, Ava trying to move her hips to meet Deborah’s finger. Deborah wasn’t ready to let her off that easily. She spread Ava’s entrance apart and ran her flat tongue from the bottom to the top of her opening several times, giving her clit a little suck each time. Ava was moaning and rolling her hips as Deborah slowly slid one finger inside her. Deborah noticed that her eyes were closed and gave a little laugh into her pussy while moving her finger in and out at an achingly slow pace, swiping up inside her each time she moved her finger out.
“Oh fuck, Deborah, please…”
Deborah ignored her plea and pulled her finger out completely, before bending back down and moving her tongue in and out of her a few more times, listening to Ava moan. She lifted her head up and saw the creases on Ava’s forehead and the sweat forming on her upper lip. She moved up Ava’s body, until her arm was resting next to her head. She licked into Ava’s already open mouth while she moved her other hand between Ava’s legs and slid one finger back inside her, moving slowly and deliberately, in and out. She started trailing her lips back down Ava’s body where she nipped at her soft, sensitive skin
“No, I want you up here,” Ava begged.
Deborah hovered over Ava’s face and whispered, “I’ll give you anything you want.” and kissed her softly until Ava bit her lower lip and sucked on it until thrusting her tongue back in Deborah’s mouth. While Deborah moved one finger inside her, Ava’s hips buckled. She added a second finger and thrusted harder and faster until Ava had to break their kiss to breathe. She rolled her head to the side and Deborah’s lips rested against her neck and teased her while her fingers moved faster inside her.
“You ready, baby,” Deborah asked into her neck, feeling her clench harder around her fingers.
“Please, Please,” Ava panted.
Deborah crooked her fingers with every thrust in and out until she felt her future wife’s pussy pulsing tightly around her fingers.
“Come on, baby. I know you want it. Tell me what you want.”
“Just… don’t… stop,” Ava stuttered out.
Deborah thrusted her fingers faster and moved her palm over her clit. Ava bared down on Deborah’s hand and was screaming her orgasm out, dripping down Deborah’s hand, pulsing so tightly around her fingers, Deborah could barely move them. Her whole body arched while Deborah slowed her pace and helped her ride out her release, moving down from her neck and toward her opening, kissing her wet lips softly and slowly pulling her fingers out and stroking the inside of her thighs before Ava grabbed her face and pulled her back up to her mouth.
“Deborah…”
“That good, huh?” Deborah said against Ava’s mouth and kissed her lightly before resting her head against Ava’s still heaving chest, holding her tight, with Ava’s arms wrapped around her in a vice grip.
“Don’t ever let me go, Deb. Ever,” she said as her breathing slowed.
“Never, baby.”
“I mean, I need to sit up and maybe have some water, so you know, you can do that. Just don’t ever leave me. Don’t get tired of me after we’re married and run off with some producer or something.”
Deborah propped herself up on her arm, the other one still draped over Ava. “Look at me.” Ava stared into her eyes. “I will never leave you.”
“I know. I know. That was just…”
“I know,” Deborah smiled.
“Ok, but for real, could you get me a glass of water. I’m not sure I can stand right now and I need to, you know, hydrate if we wanna keep this going.”
“Sure, sweetie, but we don’t have to ‘keep this going’. It’s your birthday… and it looks like I pretty much wrecked you,” Deborah said snarkily, waving her hand over Ava’s body as she got up to get her a glass of water.
“You would deny me the pleasure of eating you out on my birthday?” Ava yelled to Deborah in the bathroom as she sat up.
Deborah came back with a glass of water. “Well… when you put it like that,” she shrugged. “Who am I to deny you THAT?”
“OK, but I’m still going to need a minute,” Ava said, drinking her water, while Deborah laid her head in Ava’s lap and innocently stroked her leg.
“OK, honey. You take your minute.”
“How long were you planning this?”
“Your birthday? About six months. I had a lot of ideas before I settled on this one.”
“What other ideas? Nevermind. I mean proposing. How long have you been thinking about this? How did you know I’d say yes?”
“Really? You mean to tell me there was a possibility you wouldn’t say yes? Because I’ll take that ring back right now.”
“No. Of course not. I just wasn’t sure if YOU would ever be ready for that… commitment. For all the reasons you said before.”
“I’ve known that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you since Seven Graces. It just took a little while for it to sink in and realize that I really liked it and wanted to put a ring on it. Make it official.”
Ava started laughing . “Good Beyonce attempt, Babe.”
“What? Kiki said it would make you laugh and it did!”
“Yeah. It did. You’re right.”
“Why all these questions? Are you having doubts?”
“Not at all. As a matter of fact,” Ava said, putting her glass next to the empty champagne bottle on the night table, “I have something to tell you.”
“Oh shit. Is this something I want to hear right now?” Deborah asked, sitting up. “Is it a good ‘I have something to tell you?’ or a bad ‘I have something to tell you’? Because if it’s the bad one, I’d just as soon wait until morning when I’ve had some sleep. I mean, if you really ARE having second thoughts…”
“DEBORAH!” Ava yelled as she jumped over her to grab her clutch and then sprung back over Deborah’s lap to straddle her.
“Jesus Christ, why is that still here?”
“Why does it bother you so much?”
“I don’t know. It just does. Why do you need to keep grabbing it? Is it your emotional support bag or something?”
Ava opened the clasp on the bag and took out a box that looked similar to the one Deborah brought out earlier in the evening. Deborah put her hands on Ava’s hips and just stared at her. “Is that what I think… is that… are you? Because we already…”
“Deb, shut up.”
This was the second time tonight Deborah didn’t know what to say, so she shut up.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, but I didn’t know if you did. I thought… maybe… since it was my birthday and all, this was the best chance I’d have of you saying yes and if you didn’t it would be OK. No harm, no foul. Marcus knows a guy, so the ring wouldn’t be an issue…”
“Marcus knows?”
“Yeah, I kind of needed his help.”
“Oh, we’re never going to see the end of his shit-eating grin when we get back,”
Deborah laughed, starting to relax a little.
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing. I’ll tell you later. Go on. Please.”
“Ok, so,” Ava said as she slowly opened the box, “Deborah Marlene Vance…”
“That’s not my middle name and you know it.”
“Deb, I’m not getting down on one knee since I’m already sitting naked in your lap…”
“AVA! For god’s sake!”
“OK! So, will you do me the honor of marrying me and making me the most insufferably happy person in the universe and being my wife?” Ava said, holding out the ring.
“Oh baby, you’re already insufferable, but that’s actually a nice ring,” Deborah said, grabbing the hand that Ava was holding the ring in.
“DEB! Come onnnnn! You’re killing me!”
“Yes, baby, I’ll marry you,” she said, pulling Ava’s face to hers, smiling against her lips.
Ava pulled back and slid the ring on Deborah’s finger. “I love you.”
“I love you, too… wait, do you think we should get matching rings?”
“Deb, focus,” Ava said, grinding her hips against her thighs, holding on to her shoulders.
“I’m glad I got you that water.”
“Me, too. Now shut up,” Ava said, moving in to lick up Deborah’s throat until landing on her lips. The blonde grabbed Ava’s face and pulled it in tight, parting her lips with her tongue, Ava immediately kissing her back. When Ava broke their kiss and pulled away, Deborah let out a whine.
“No… come back. Need more.”
“Yeah,” Ava said, moving Deborah’s arms above her head and leaning her whole body against Deborah’s. “How’s this?” She leaned her head down and sucked hungrily on Deborah’s pulse point, making Deborah moan and tilt her hips. “And, yeah, that’s gonna leave a mark.”
Ava moved her hands down Deborah’s body then back up to her breasts, pushing them up and sucking on the soft skin. Deborah left her arms where they were and let Ava move over her. Ava kissed down Deborah’s torso. When she got to the spot just above her mound and breathed hot air over the kiss she just left, Deborah let out a sigh and rolled her head to the side to rest on her arm. She ran her finger over Deborah’s slit and teased her entrance. The sheets underneath her were already wet, and she could feel the cold wet of the sheet against her ass as she moved down to meet Ava’s finger. Instead, Ava drug it away and down her thigh, instead moving her mouth over her pussy, licking lightly into it.
“Ava,” Deborah whispered as she rolled her hips and brought one hand down to squeeze her breast. Ava continued to lick into her, collecting as much of Deborah’s arousal as she could.
“Why are you doing this to me,” Deborah moaned.
Ava looked up, tilted her head and purred, “You said you wanted it slow.”
“I said that for you, not for me! Please baby…”
She lowered her head back down between Deborah’s legs, parting her lips and softly kissed her clit. As she buried her face in Deborah’s pussy, she teased her with one finger circling her opening.
“JESUS CHRIST AVA!”
She inserted her index finger and moved it shallowly in and out.
“I swear to god I’m going to kick you off this bed and do it myself if you don’t hurry up!”
“Okay, Okay! I just thought the slow thing should go both ways, but sure, sure, I get it. I’m so good you can’t even hold out for…”
“Less talking, more fucking!”
“You mean ‘making love’... ”
Deborah sat up. “That’s it. You’re done. Get off of me. I’ll do it myself.”
“Oh no you won’t,” Ava said, pushing her down on her back and sliding her arms under her thighs, pulling Deborah down on the bed and onto her face. She parted her once again and licked into her, and up her, repeatedly, until Deborah threw her arms above her head to grab the top of the pillow. Ava moved her lips over her clit and began sucking rhythmically, while thrusting her middle and index fingers inside.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” moaned Deborah as she rolled her head into her arm and bit into her bicep.
Ava continued to thrust, hooking her fingers each time as Deborah’s walls started throbbing around her. She rolled the tip of her tongue over her clit faster and faster, keeping pace with her fingers as Deborah pushed down onto her and Ava could feel her coming. Deborah bucked and when she had Ava’s fingers in a vice grip, she let out a wild grunt and grabbed Ava’s shoulders, holding her between her legs. Ava slowed her pace and fucked her through her orgasm, her face and hand soaked with Deborah. When her hips started to slow, Ava removed her fingers and crawled up her body. Deborah pulled her up to her mouth quickly and licked her bottom lip before slipping her tongue in Ava’s mouth for a deep, slow kiss until she was breathless and pulled away. Ava rested on her chest, stroking her side and kissing her breast until her breathing started to slow.
“I’ve never been this happy, Ava.”
“Neither have I.”
“But you have your whole life to be happy. I…”
“My whole life begins and ends with you, Deb. You’re it for me. You need to stop thinking about the forty years between us. They don’t exist anymore.”
Deborah rolled them onto their side and rested her head in Ava’s neck. “I know, baby. I’ll try. I promise.”
“So, do you want to revisit the name thing now?”
“Can we just lay here in silence for a little while? You should give that mouth a rest.”
“D, I kind of think I like the idea.”
“Really? OK, baby, how about you hyphenate and I keep my name. But when we’re credited together, it can say ‘Deborah and Ava Daniels-Vance’. Can you live with that?”
“I guess it’ll have to do.” Ava said, rolling her eyes. “So, what are we doing tomorrow?”
“I don’t know what you’re doing, but I’m ordering room service. Probably showering and changing the sheets, but definitely ordering room service and staying in bed all day.”
“You pay this much for a room and you're not going to let housekeeping in to change the sheets? Are you actually embarrassed, Deb?”
“Oh please! No, I’m not embarrassed. I couldn't give a shit. I would just rather do it myself and leave the rest of the world outside for now and have it just be us as long as we can. And I’m not going to lay around on these all day. I mean…”
“Yeah, I get it. Good point. Sounds perfect. Can I assume there will be various crime dramas involved.”
“Maybe, but I was thinking we could catch up on Succession. My friend is in it, the one I told you about, and we never finished it and we’re having drinks with her on Friday and…”
“We are? You never told me that. Might have to hide my ring, if you know what I mean.”
“HA! She’s straight. AND married. And you will be too, soon”
“Yeah, well you were straight once, too.”
“That is very true.”
“Hey, do you want to order ice cream?”
“Ice cream? Honey, I’m so tired I’m not even going to remember this conversation.”
“It’s OK. I took notes.”
“Of course you did.”
As Deborah’s breathing evened out, Ava slipped out of her arms and headed to the desk.
“Hey! Come back here,” Deborah whined sleepily.
“I will. I just want to do this one thing real quick.” She opened the laptop and pulled up the pilot they were working on. Under “Written By” she changed it from ‘Deborah Vance and Ava Daniels’ to ‘Deborah and Ava Daniels-Vance’.
“Sweetie, can you grab another pillow on the way back? My neck hurts.”
Ava walked back to bed with a pillow, moved it under Deborah’s head and settled back in her arms.
“What were you doing over there?” she asked without opening her eyes.
“Nothing. I’ll tell you later. How does a March wedding sound?”
“Oh honey, I don’t care. I just want you to stop talking so I can go to sleep.”
Ava laughed and picked up the arm draped over her. She laced her ringed hand through Deborah’s and kissed them both and whispered, “I love you, D.”
Deborah nuzzled Ava’s neck. “I love you, too, baby.”