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Guess has been leaned over the side of the bunk for a few minutes. Jolyne's been politely pretending not to notice, hoping she'll go away, but apparently it's not in the cards.
Guess clears her throat.
"Now that you have the bottom bunk... Do you think we could share sometimes?"
"Not in your dreams," Jolyne snorts.
"I'll make it worth it," Guess pouts.
"What, you'll pay me to cuddle you?"
Wouldn't be the worst thing she's done for money, and Guess couldn't possibly be as murderous in her sleep, right?
"No," Guess says softly. "But I'll make it worth it."
It takes a few more moments of staring up at Guess's sly, sleazy smile for Jolyne to realize what she's implying.
"Y-you," Jolyne stammers, accusatory. "Don't be gross."
"I'm not!" she whines. "I mean it, let me do something for you, Jolyne. Whatever you want. I wanna make things up to you."
Guess hasn't been as crazy or shitty like she was on Jolyne's first day, but she still doesn't trust her.
Even so...
"Like what?" Jolyne snorts.
It's been a while since she jerked off, and it's been much longer since someone else did it for her. She might consider it.
"Whatever you want," Guess repeats, slinking down from her bunk.
"I didn't say yes," Jolyne half-jokes, but her heart is already pounding.
There's a rush of cold air when Guess lifts her blanket off, and then there's the over-warm feeling unique to laying next to another person.
"Do you like kissing?" Guess asks.
She might as well not have asked at all; the words come out against Jolyne's cheek moments before Guess's mouth meets hers, soft and vaguely minty.
It's not bad. Guess lays on her stomach beside her while Joylne is on her back, still hesitant even when Guess licks at her bottom lip and Jolyne allows it.
She jumps when there's suddenly fingertips sliding up her stomach, under the shirt she sleeps in.
"Can I take your shirt off?" Guess asks eagerly. "I already know your tits are cute. Could I see them?"
"Not off."
"Up?" she suggests instead. "You're so cute, I want to touch you until you're all sensitive," she sighs.
That's fine, she thinks; Jolyne lays back again and pulls her shirt up, just enough to rest at the top of her chest.
"Don't be weird," she warns, because she can already imagine Guess being weird.
"I won't," Guess promises, definitely going to be weird.
Guess's hand slides to hold one breast between a few more kisses. A couple more and her other hand joins, cupping the other, and Guess pulls back just a bit to look.
"They're so soft," Guess sighs.
Jolyne hisses when Guess runs her thumbnails a little too rough over her nipples — a little too sharp to be pleasant, and a shock when Jolyne is still unsure about this.
"Watch it," she mutters, but doesn't stop her.
The pads of her thumbs press like she's massaging, rubbing back-and-forth half circles at her until Jolyne's breathing is unsteady.
"Can I use my mouth?" Guess asks.
"No biting," Jolyne answers with less hesitation than she should.
She's barely finished giving permission before Guess is leaving open-mouthed kisses over her chest, making sure to be extra sloppy when she moves over a nipple and has the chance to suck a gasp from Jolyne.
She kisses lower — lower than Jolyne agreed on, over her ribs and just above her navel, and Guess makes it clear where she wants to take this when she rests her head on Jolyne's hip.
She licks her lips.
"Can I eat you out?" Guess asks, politely. "Please?"
Christ.
Fuck it.
"Fuck," Jolyne breathes. "Yeah."
Her hands slide from holding Jolyne's tits to holding her by her thighs. She scoots lower on the bed and wraps her arms under Jolyne so her legs are open around her shoulders.
Guess lays flat between her legs and licks flat and heavy at her underwear — it's less pressure than a hand would be through the fabric, but hotter and wetter.
"Can I take them off?" Guess asks.
Her voice is rough like she's already enjoying herself too much.
"Yeah," Jolyne says. She even lifts her hips to help, and she'd be embarrassed being a little wet already if she wasn't about to be eaten out by the weirdest person she's ever met.
Guess places her underwear by her hip rather than flinging them across the cell, which is more polite than Jolyne expected.
"Cover us up," Jolyne whispers.
"Cold?" Guess teases. "I could just warm you up," she jokes.
"Don't wanna get caught," Jolyne scoffs. She yanks the thin blanket over them both, actively hindered by Guess kissing between her thighs and petting up her legs.
It was embarrassing enough catching that guard staring at her last time; she doesn't want word to spread that she's fucking her cellmate on top of everything else.
Guess settles more determinedly between her thighs.
She's only been here a few weeks, but it's been enough time for her pubes to go from tamed to feral. Guess doesn't seem to care; she noses at the fur between her legs and takes a deep breath in, then actually moans breathing out against her.
"You smell so good," Guess mumbles, and Jolyne is about to tell her nevermind, go back up to her own bunk, but the rest of Guess's breath comes out as a hot sigh pressed between her legs and she shivers, instead. "I used to like my girlfriends shaved, but now I kind of like cunt being all I can breathe while I'm going down on someone."
"I'm not your girlfriend," Jolyne half-heartedly snaps, instead of unpacking... Any of that. Jesus Christ. "Would you get on with it? And keep your voice down?"
Not being seen won't be worth shit if the whole cell block hears Guess talking about how much she loves huffing pussy.
"Fine," Guess pouts, even though she's getting exactly what she wants.
Guess drops her head. She mouths her open eagerly, dragging her tongue into the slit of Jolyne's cunt. It slides over Jolyne's hole and swipes up to her clit, feeling its way up until Guess is sucking over her and earning a shivery noise.
Okay. She's not bad at it.
"Can I finger you, too?" Guess mumbles against her.
That... Does sound nice.
"Maybe," Jolyne says, keeping her voice forcibly even as Guess rubs the flat of her tongue at her clit while she considers.
Jolyne disguises her rolling her hips as just adjusting on the bed, but she can feel Guess smile between her legs. Bitch.
Minutes pass of Guess quietly mouthing at her, her nails digging into Jolyne's ass when she drags her in to grind against her face.
Eventually, Guess creeps her fingers up Jolyne's inner thigh.
"Can I?"
Jolyne nods. She's doing good keeping herself quiet besides some heavier breathing — as good as it may be, she doesn't want Guess to know how well she's doing.
"You're so wet," Guess whispers against her, middle finger sliding easily between her lips.
"You're drooling," Jolyne says flatly, letting her head fall back against the pillow and forcing herself not to fuck her hips against the Guess's fingertip. It really has been too long since she got off, excluding masturbation.
"Not enough to get you like this," Guess smirks, and sucks at her clit again as she slips one finger into her, slow and deep.
Her hands are cold and the finger is a shock against Jolyne's insides, but it gives her something to bare down on the next time Guess nuzzles close and stripes a tongue over her.
"Am I doing good?" Guess asks, pausing with one finger pressed as deep into Jolyne as it will go.
"Doing fine," Jolyne says, praying the heaving of her chest doesn't give her away too badly. "I've had better, I've had worse."
"Aren't you glad you let me in your bed?" Guess smiles.
"Another finger," Jolyne says instead of answering her, and Guess giggles against her thigh.
"Anything for you, Jolyne," she says, sweetly, and aligns her other finger to squeeze into her.
Now that is good, fuck, just enough stretch but not enough it hurts, enough to squeeze around and feel. Jolyne hiccups a gasp and tries to press her face into her pillow, only succeeding in hiding half of it.
"Keep going," Jolyne says. "I didn't say you could stop."
Guess hums an agreement and returns to her rightful place making out with Jolyne's crotch, careful to avoid her hand bumping her chin too much.
Fuuuck, it's good.
"Harder," Jolyne huffs. "I can take it fine."
"Yeah, I bet you can," Guess purrs, and the next thrust of her fingers is a shove that knocks the breath out of her.
"Don't stop," Jolyne shudders out, because yes, yes, that's perfect — Guess keeps fucking her but stops with her mouth; Jolyne grabs her head with both hands, keeping her steady so she can grind her aching clit against the tongue Guess keeps out for just that purpose. She's almost oversensitive between Guess's cool fingers and her hot tongue, but it balances out just right so Jolyne quickly edges closer with every roll of her hips into Guess's mouth.
Oh, fuck, she's about to cum, Guess is never going to let her live this down, this was such a bad idea —
"Fuck," Jolyne grunts, the first delicious wave hitting her. Guess doesn't stop her fingers, doesn't take back her tongue, doesn't even complain if Jolyne's fingers pull too tightly at her hair; she just lays there and takes it, letting Jolyne grind her orgasm out against her tongue until she's too shaky and uncoordinated to continue.
Guess slows her fingers to a stop and gently, gently kisses over Jolyne's clit.
"I'm gonna pull out," she warns. Jolyne barely hears it over the blood pounding in her ears.
She twitches around Guess's fingers as they go, and Jolyne gives her a disgusted look when she licks them clean.
"Gross," Jolyne chides, but there's no heat to it. She's still shining in afterglow.
Guess brings herself back up Jolyne's body and kisses her, and yeah, okay, she tastes like where she's been, but Jolyne kisses her back. It's the least she should do for someone who just made her cum that hard.
After a couple more breathless kisses, Guess rolls onto her side next to Jolyne and cuddles up to her.
"You don't have to pay me back right away," she says slyly, kissing Jolyne's shoulder. "You and your Stand could double-team me, though."
That is... Quite a thought.
Huh.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll keep it in mind," Jolyne snorts.
Guess giggles and rubs her face on Jolyne's arm, clinging close as they both drift off to sleep.