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Carson and Greta held onto their promises to be back for a second season of baseball. It’s been about a month since they’ve been back and it’s getting increasingly harder to find time alone with the league’s popularity and all. When they do find the time to be alone it’s often late at night when the house has gone quiet. And if Carson’s being honest she’s spent most of her free time scouting out different hidden places to surprise Greta with. That’s how she found herself pulling Greta through dense woods in the middle of the night.
“Where are we going?” Greta whispers into the dark. Carson looks over her shoulder with a smile, “Just a couple more minutes and you’ll see.” She replies pulling Greta along a little faster now. Greta giggles at Carson’s urgency as she grips the picnic basket Carson had handed her back at the house. With her free hand, Carson shines the flashlight past the trees that surround them making sure they’re going the right direction. Just like she said, a couple minutes later the pair walked into a clearing. Greta's mouth fell open in awe at the view in front of her. Carson doesn’t even need to turn around to know the look on the redhead's face. “Beautiful right?” She asks, taking the basket out of Greta’s hand. Greta just nods slowly, her eyes falling on the reflection of the moon on the clear lake water. Carson stops under a tree that’s about ten feet or so from the shoreline and starts rummaging through the basket. She pulls out a blanket, two beers, and two sandwiches. Spreading the blanket out she holds her hand out, signaling for Greta to sit down. They sit down just close enough to bump shoulders every so often. Carson cracks the beers open and hands one along with a sandwich to Greta, who hasn’t stopped smiling since the lake came into view.
“Carson?” Greta says slowly. “Yeah?” The brunette replies with a mouth full of sandwich. “You want to tell me how you found this place?” Carson nods, washing down the bite with a sip of beer. “I found it when I was looking for a quiet place to read a couple weeks ago. I’ve been coming here almost everyday since.” She takes another sip before continuing. “I was also kinda…maybe looking for a place we could…you know..” she bobs her head side to side and shrugs her shoulders, looking at Greta and hoping the other woman is picking up what she’s putting down. Greta chuckles and shakes her head affectionately. “Carson Shaw, we’ve had sex how many times and you still can’t say it?” Carson rolls her eyes and takes another bite of her sandwich.
They spend the next thirty minutes or so chatting about baseball and how well the Peaches are doing this season. “I really think we can win it this year, Greta!” Carson excitedly goes on to explain how well Lupe is pitching, “I mean her fast ball has only gotten faster! And her curveball, have you seen it?! She’s really put in a lot of practice over the off-season and it’s showing. Also the new girl Riley, her swing almost compares to Jo’s!” “Don’t let Joey hear that.” Greta laughs before finishing off her beer. She places a hand on Carson’s thigh and squeezes. “You’re also doing an amazing job coaching Carse, don’t let all the success come from the team. It also comes from you, Coach. ” Carson's cheeks grow red at the way ‘coach’ falls from Greta's lips and it reminded her why she was here in the first place. She smiles and plants a chaste kiss on Greta's lips.
Before Greta has the chance to deepen it, Carson is off the blanket and making her way towards the lake. When she gets to the shore she turns around and slowly unbuttons her shirt, letting it fall onto the large rocks next to her. A crooked grin pulls at her lips as she watches Greta watch her with her mouth slightly open, her tongue poking in the corner. She toes out of her shoes and then begins working on her pants. In no time at all she’s standing there in just her bra and underwear. She wiggles her eyebrows as if Greta could see them and goes to unclasp her bra. Greta’s still watching her from the blanket and Carson can make out the rise and fall of her chest, the way she bites her bottom lip when Carson pulls her underwear down, now completely naked. She only stands there for a second before she turns around and ungracefully dives into the water, making a loud splashing sound.
When she emerges she finds Greta standing at the shoreline with Carson’s clothes scattered around her. Carson looks up at her with a smile. “You gonna join me?” Greta shakes her head. “I don’t know. It looks kinda cold.” “It’s not that bad.” Carson says, her bottom lip quivering a little. Greta raises an eyebrow in question and Carson starts to pout. “Please?” Carson begs, fluttering her eyelashes and knowing exactly how to get her way. Greta laughs and finally gives in. She strips herself of her clothing and puts a toe in the water, quickly retreating with a shriek. Carson’s not going to let her get away with not getting in the water. She stands up, fully exposing her breast, catching Greta off guard and splashes water onto her, earning another shriek and a grumble. “Oh you are not getting away with that, Shaw!” Carson shrugs, “You’re gonna have to come and get me then!” She laughs and dives back under the water, popping back up a couple feet further from Greta, who was slowly and stiffly making her way towards Carson. Even though she’s moving stiffly Carson can’t help but watch her in awe. She’s a truly gorgeous woman. The way her porcelain skin shimmer’s in the moonlight was breathtaking and Carson couldn’t peel her eyes away. She could’ve been drooling for all she knew.
When Greta finally makes it to where the water is just past her stomach Carson swims up beside her and wraps Greta's long legs around her torso. This caused the redhead to erupt in laughter at the new feeling of Carson holding her. “Don’t laugh at me!” Carson chuckled, smiling into Greta’s neck. A shocked gasp fell from Greta’s mouth, “I would never.” She said, her tone full of sarcasm. Carson hummed and pulled Greta closer, her hands firmly holding her lower back. Greta wrapped her arms around Carson’s neck and kissed her cheek. She shivered slightly. “You’re lucky you’re cute ya know?” Carson kisses her shoulder, “Yeah? Why’s that?” “This water is freezing and somehow you got me in here as naked as the day I was born.” They both laughed and Carson pulled back. “You know…” she started, her smile growing and eyebrows wiggling, “I could warm you up.” Greta tilts her head slightly, “Hmm and how do you plan on doing that?” She smirked knowing full well where Carson was going with this.
Carson leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Well I could start by doing this,” She nipped Greta’s ear then kissed up her jaw, “then, I could do this,” she pressed her lips to Greta’s, who instantly opened her mouth allowing Carson’s tongue access. Carson swept across Greta’s bottom lip before pushing into her mouth. They both groaned as their tongues made contact. After a moment Carson pulled back out of breath. Her hands roamed lower and squeezed Greta’s ass eliciting in a yelp from the redhead. “I could also do this,” Carson said as she started placing open mouthed kisses down Greta’s neck, sucking lightly. “Mhm.” Greta hums, stretching her neck to give Carson more room. “You might be onto something there Shaw.” Carson chuckled against her neck, “Oh it’s Shaw still, huh?” “Always.” Greta groaned, pulling Carson back into a searing kiss. Carson hoisted Greta further up in her arms so her breasts were just barely out of the water. She dragged her mouth away from Gretas and made her way back down her neck and to her chest. Greta’s fingers do what they always seem to do and tangled into brown locks, tugging Carson's head further into her chest. Carson licked around Greta’s already hardened nipple, before sucking it into her mouth. “Mmm Carse.” Greta moaned into Carson’s shoulder as she started to grind her center onto Carson’s stomach. Carson let it go with a ‘pop’ and moved to the other, gently nipping, leaving marks all around the shape of her breast.
Carson kissed and sucked her way back up to Greta’s neck. One of her arms wrapped around Greta's waist to secure her in place, while her free hand made its way between their bodies. Her hand stopped just above coarse curls. “This okay?” Carson asked, waiting for Greta’s go ahead. Greta nodded fervently, “Yes. Carson, touch me.” She all but begged. Carson smiled and moved her hand slowly down to Greta's center. She gasped when she found warm, slick folds. Greta threw her head back in a moan while Carson worked her fingers up and down Greta's slit. She found her swollen bud and made slow and soft circles around it.
Greta’s legs tightened around Carson, pushing herself further into Carson’s hand. “Please baby more.” Greta grasped onto Carson's neck and rested her forehead on Carson’s. Carson quickly obliged, adding more pressure and making smaller circles. After a minute she moved her fingers lower and teased Greta’s entrance causing a groan to come from deep within the redhead's throat, “Inside, inside, inside.” She panted. Carson entered her with her two middle fingers and started sucking on the spot behind Greta's ear. The angle made it a little hard for Carson to move her hand, but with the sounds Greta was making, there was no way Carson was going to stop. Greta was whimpering with each thrust so Carson picked up the speed and Greta ground down even harder into her hand. The good thing about the angle was with each inward thrust Carson palm made contact with Greta’s clit, which only made the other woman moan more.
“Another. Please. ” Greta breathed against Carson’s hair. Her fingers scratched at Carson's scalp, pushing the brunette's head further into her neck. Carson added a third finger and felt Greta’s wall clench around her. “Fuck Greta. You feel so good .” She slowed her speed some but thrusted harder and curled her fingers each time she pulled out. She could tell Greta was close so she kissed her way down to Greta's neck and dragged her teeth across her pulse. “Are you gonna come for me?” Carson whispered, her voice low and deep. Greta nodded and whimpered, pushing down onto Carson. Carson curled her fingers three more times and felt Greta spasm around her fingers. “ Fuck !” Greta gasped before she bit down on Carson’s shoulder. Carson kept her fingers inside, pumping slowly to help bring Greta down from her climax. “So beautiful.” She whispered into Greta’s ear, placing a soft kiss on her temple. When her heavy breathing subsided Carson slowly removed her fingers causing Greta to let out a sigh and brought them up to her mouth. Locking her gaze onto Greta’s she slipped her fingers into her mouth and sucked each one, humming at the taste.
Greta wrapped herself tighter around Carson while Carson rubbed soothing circles up and down Greta’s back. They stayed there for a while, silent. The only noise that could be heard was the croaking from the frogs and crickets chirping. The soft sounds of the water slapping onto the rocks was almost enough to lull Carson to sleep. She snapped out of her peacefulness when she felt Greta shiver against her. With one final kiss she carried Greta through the water as far as she could and placed her down gently before running ahead to grab two towels she’d packed earlier. Greta chuckled when she was handed the towel. “So this was your plan all along?” She smirked. Carson shrugged, “I mean I did say I was looking for a place we could…” Carson trails off; she still can’t say it. She doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to without turning red. Greta doesn’t make fun of her this time, only smiles at her adoringly and picks up their clothes. Once they're both dried and dressed they make their way back hand in hand, both smiling and pleased with how the night turned out. Carson reluctantly lets go of Greta's hand just before the tree line and takes the basket. When she walks into the quiet house she puts the blanket away and throws the towels in the dirty laundry all while thinking about the next night she could have Greta to herself and when it would be. It’s never enough but if nights are all they get then she’ll happily wait for the sun to go down.