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During the many years they have spent together since Frankenberg’s, since Waterloo, and since the Oak Room, Therese has grown into much more than the eager eyed girl she was in the doll department.
There had been arguments. And fights. Once even a threat to leave, made by Therese. It was, of course, an empty threat, the damage it did however, was not.
Still, Carol had stayed. And that same night, Therese crawled into bed quietly, and gave Carol a ring. It wasn’t official, it might never be, but that was the day Therese began wanting her as her wife.
So— now, 5 years after the Oak Room, they had built a life together. An apartment. Respective jobs. They were thinking of getting a cat, too. (If it was up to Carol, it’d be a dog, but alas.)
Carol watched as Therese silently climbed into bed beside her. She turned on her nightlight, and with slow movements, picked up her book, turning to page 28. And Carol continued watching her, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath, her eyelids close in a steady rhythm. She smiled, and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her temple.
Therese smiled, kissed her on the cheek, and returned to her book. But Carol kept watching. Her neck, once decorated with blueish-purple marks. Her mouth, once biting her lip and trembling. Her hands, once—
“Is everything alright, dearest?” Carol asked. Therese’s eyebrows raised. Where had this come from?
“I— yes, why?” Therese said, a hint of confusion in her voice, matching her furrowed brows. Carol sat up, crossing her legs, and turning to face Therese, who now also sat up, leaning her back on the headboard. “You seem miles away, love.”
Therese thought. Yes, she supposes she had been somewhat distracted. Carol’s expression deepened, into something better reflecting the concern inside her. “Tell me,” she said, putting a hand on Therese’s thigh, whose breath hitched, only slightly.
Therese’s eyes stayed on the hand on her thigh, momentarily, before she brought her eyes back up to meet Carol’s. A silence filled the room. Carol’s hand started absentmindedly drawing circles on Therese’s thigh, subconsciously wandering higher up.
Carol’s gaze was deep, inviting, trusting. Therese’s eyes began to follow the features of her face. Her cheekbones. Her lips. Her neck. And— oh, her chest. And she bit her lip.
These movements, these reactions, were not new. Carol knew them like the back of her hand. Therese’s gaze and the way her chest was rising and falling with deep breaths betrayed an arousal which usually took longer to draw out from her than leisurely circles drawn around her thigh.
But the ascent continued, driven by this new knowledge, and the familiar throbbing began to settle, nestled in between Therese’s thighs.
”Did you hear me, angel?” Carol asked. Her voice had dropped, maybe half an octave.
Therese closed her eyes. “Yes— I am, I’m just out of it today, I suppose–” she said.
Oh, God, she thought, when Carol’s hand stopped, high up, almost at the apex of her thigh.
Slowly, she began leaning in. Oh, how Carol loved playing this game.
Carol leaned in, crawling almost, softly connecting their lips. Therese’s hand rose to rest on Carol’s cheek, exhaling quietly at the contact. Carol deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue into Therese’s mouth, keeping the kiss just gentle enough to leave her wanting more.
And want more she did— Therese raised her free hand to rest on Carol’s other cheek, and pulled her closer, urging her to give her more. Carol hooked one leg over Therese’s waist, gently pushing her into the mattress.
Abruptly, Carol pulled away. Therese whimpered— quietly, and stared at her, expectantly. Carol smiled sinfully at the noise, angling Therese’s neck to start softly pressing kisses there. Starting softly, then grazing the length of it with her teeth, and finally, biting.
Therese shuddered. “God, Carol—“ she began. “What? What do you want?” Carol said through kisses and nips at her neck. Therese swallowed, closing her eyes, to regain composure. “I— you, please— I want you, oh God, Carol, I’ve been needing you—“
She was cut off by a kiss. “I know, angel. I know,” Carol whispered. Ah. So that’s why she had been distracted.
The promise sent a surge of want to Therese’s clit. Slowly, Carol began unbuttoning Therese’s top. Unbuttoning, and kissing her jaw, collarbone, cheek, everywhere she could reach. Shorts were discarded quickly, and her hands found her nipples, and rolled, as slowly as she could, but Therese gasped. She gasped, arching her back in the process, one hand finding Carol’s hair. God, she really was needy. This should be fun, Carol thought.
Instead of following Therese’s wishes and traveling south, Carol chose to slip one nipple into her mouth, and draw circles with her tongue. Softly.
And Therese moaned. Jutted her hips up and squeezed her eyes shut in a display of pleasure that seemed to shake her to her very core. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly now, and Carol could only watch, watch and be mesmerized– how could she not be?
“You’re beautiful. Do you know that?” Carol said against her skin, kissing in the middle of her breasts. Therese smiled– and there was so much love and adoration in her smile, it was all Carol could do to kiss her, so she crawled up her body again, and placed a featherlight kiss on her lips.
It only lasted for a second though, because soon enough, the warmth was replaced by an all too familiar neediness. Strong hands found Therese’s hips, pushing her down, eliciting another gasp, the possessiveness of Carol's touch. Her mouth was once again on her body, kissing, licking, biting, leaving marks that would remind Therese of the night before, marks that would disappear under her clothes, only to be seen by her.
“Carol– please,” Therese breathed. She was so, so close to begging, if Carol didn’t touch her soon. And for a moment, Therese thought she’d listen, that she’d obey, her tongue inched ever closer to her growing heat, but instead, she placed a barely there kiss just under her belly button.
Therese’s hands clenched the sheets. She swallowed, and jutted her hips up once more. Soon enough, Carol’s lips were back on hers, and her knee found it’s way between Therese’s legs. And she just barely pushed it against her clit.
Therese cried out. The teasing had made her incredibly sensitive, and such a small touch, had her back arching and her hips chasing the friction. And thank god, the friction was there. So she slowly began to grind.
She raised one hand to her mouth in a desperate attempt to muffle her moans. This was not appreciated by Carol– she took both of her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head in one swift motion, staring into Therese’s eyes with deep hunger.
“No. I want to hear you.” Therese whimpered, and Carol smiled. She moved her mouth to Therese’s ear to just barely nibble at the shell of her ear.
“Good girl,” she cooed.
The praise elicited another unashamed moan from Therese. She kept grinding, desperately searching for that release she’s been needing since the start of this, and Carol kept whispering sinful praises into her ear, nibbling on her earlobe, and her collarbones, and her neck.
“Oh, God– Carol, I’m close–” Therese stuttered, falling apart slowly, and she was so sure she would finally get her release, until Carol’s knee pulled away with one quick motion.
Therese whimpered, cried, groaned, in desperation, and Carol only laughed, adoring, condescending, dangerous. “I was so close, why–”
“Shh,” Carol purred. She kissed her again, and Therese’s hand raised to her cheek desperately, needily, and as she did, Carol’s hand snaked down her body, and she quickly dipped one finger inside of her.
Therese moaned into her mouth, breaking the kiss, breathing wanton prayers of Carol’s name. Carol pressed their foreheads together, the action so purely loving, Therese smiled.
And then another finger entered her, and Therese’s eyes pressed shut, and her back arched, skin prickling with goosebumps. “Does that feel good, angel?” Therese nodded frantically, because god, yes, it felt good. It felt so good.
And her mouth remained open, breathy moans spilling out with every curl of those slim fingers. A thumb came up to slowly rub at her clit, and Therese’s knees buckled. She found a steady rhythm, fast, rough.
“Oh– fuck, Jesus, yes, right there, please– don’t stop–” Therese begged through gasps and groans. When she opened her eyes, she found Carol gazing deep into her eyes, the colour of her irises darkened with lust, and Therese felt examined, analyzed, under her stare.
When Carol smirked, and entered a third finger into her, Therese sobbed into her shoulder. She didn’t relent– she kept the rhythm going, coaxing streams of moans and pleasure and begs out of her.
“Please, please, please–” Therese cried. She had to come now, she didn’t think she’d survive if she didn’t. The pleasure was overwhelming, unbearable, and just as she thought she’d finally, finally get to let go–
“No!--” Carol’s fingers had slipped out of her once more, leaving her helpless and pleading, and wet . “If you want to come,” Carol began, leaning in close to her ear yet again. “then beg for it.”
Therese shuddered, whimpered, barely got control of herself again, before opening her eyes again.
“Please, Carol, I need you, so bad– I need you, oh God, I need you–”
Her breathing quickened, she couldn’t go on like this, not when all she needed was Carol, on her, inside her, everywhere.
Jesus, it was all too much. And Carol would’ve made her wait, if she had had it in herself. Unfortunately, patience was never her strong suit, and so she gave in, slipped two fingers in again, and curled her fingers.
The noise that Therese let out was uninhibited and downright dirty. Sinful. She gripped onto Carol’s wrist, mimicking her possessiveness. She would not pull away. Not again.
Carol’s own clit throbbed with the feeling of Therese’s hand wrapped around her wrist so tightly. She kissed her forehead, kissed her nose, all while continuing her ministrations. Therese looked so beautiful under her, moaning breathily, eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed, a thin sheen of sweat coating her body. So beautiful, only for her.
“I’m close, Carol– I’m close,” Therese trembled. And this time, Carol didn’t move. She didn’t change pace, didn’t change anything, only kept going, only kept kissing her, and whispering sweet praises into her ear, only kept encouraging her.
“That’s it, dearest, come for me, let go,” Carol crooned
“Let go, angel.”
And that’s all it took, all it took for Carol to dismantle the walls of Therese’s life, and rebuild them, brick by brick, stone by stone. Carol– the storm, the tsunami, the tornado, and Therese, always on the perimeter, preparing to be, even offering to be swooped up, thrown into oblivion, allowed Carol to guide her and control her and possess her. The earth stopped spinning, it stuttered on its axis, time slowed, and the rift of reality shattered.
And Carol watched, watched as the overwhelming storm of pleasure overtook Therese, wracked her frame with a power she didn’t think was possible, watched as she shook and trembled and thrashed, listened as a barely intelligible string of curses and various moans of her name were pulled out of her, slowly, so gently.
God only knows how long it took Therese to come back from her high. Once the white light had faded, Carol was kissing up her body and wrapping her arms around her so delicately, pulling her onto her side, and into her body, kissing her shoulder and her neck and her cheek.
“Jesus Christ,” Therese finally spoke. Carol smiled, brightly, honestly. “Was that good?”
Therese laughed. “Yes. Oh, so good.”
She fell silent. The sheets under them were damp. She’ll have to wash them, Carol thought. With Richard, Therese resented the messiness of sex. Therese resented most things with Richard. It all felt so terribly forced. With Carol, it all fit. It all fit, so perfectly, they fit so perfectly, that no two people could be this perfect for eachother without being made with each other in mind.
Therese turned around, her face towards Carol’s chest, and she pressed a kiss there, gentle, loving. When Carol pulled her in tighter, she could feel her smiling against her skin.
And it was all so good, and so lovely, and Carol’s warm embrace and her own exhaustion began to lull Therese to sleep.
Sleep, there, in her lover’s arms.