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They’ve been making out on Gee’s bed when it happens.

Frankie has found her way between her legs, and she’s kneeling there, and it’s like the horrors of her work week have never even existed. She’s got her hands on Gee’s naked thighs, and it’s fucking glorious, to have her supple and spilling between her fingers, doughy and pliant under Frankie’s hands, always so sensitive when it come to this. She’s already squirming and Frankie hasn’t even actually touched her yet, just palmed her over her underwear. 

Now she’s gone back to peppering kisses over the column of her throat, and she’s just enjoying this: Gee whimpering for her with her thighs splayed open, growing a little desperate and a little breathless under her mouth, her hands tormenting Frankie’s t-shirt where it’s a little loose on her sides. 

And then—

“Wait.” Gee’s voice has this airy quality to it, and it sounds alarmed.

Frankie stops, her hands immediately leaving Gee’s skin like she’s been burned. She feels her stomach drop. She fucked up, she did something to fuck it up, she—

“Wanna try taking it in my ass.”

Frankie must've hit her head coming here. She must have slipped on the ice on the sidewalk and she must have fallen head first right outside Gee’s apartment complex. The memory of it must’ve been wiped clean out of her, but that’s the only explanation to this.

She blinks. Gee has gone a pretty shade of pink, like maybe she didn't plan to blurt that out. Like maybe she'd been considering it, but she still surprised herself when she actually said it. 

Her hair is fanned out all pretty over the pillow, dark curls against her red bedding, and she looks like a painting, with her pointy nose and her lower lip bitten between her teeth. So pretty with her loose shirt pushed up right under her tits, her soft stomach pale and unmarked, and it makes Frankie want to sink her teeth into it. 

There’s a dark wet patch where Frankie had been petting her over her own boxers, the grey ones Frankie had been looking for for the last week. They are tighter on her, her thighs thick and her hips round in a way that Frankie’s have never been.

She’s growing more and more antsy as time stretches on, and she stops looking at Frankie, her hips twitching like she’s uncomfortable.

God, Frankie should say something. She opens her mouth. Nothing comes out.

Gee covers her face with a hand. “Oh my God. Sorry. I didn't—We don't have to. I was just—” she groans, and her thighs move, like she's trying to close them, to cover herself. Frankie can't have that. Her brain kicks back in and she stops Gee’s legs from closing, her tattooed hands falling back  to her milky thighs, keeping her open, keeping her available.

“Sorry, no—Hey.”

“This is so embarrassing.” Gee whines, stomping a foot down on the mattress, her face hidden between her hand, the nail polished chipped and messy.

“It's not, Gee.” She tries her best to sound like she isn’t losing her mind, lest Gee misreads into it. “Lemme just. Deal with what you just said.”

She strokes the skin on her thighs, kisses her sternum over her t-shirt, to calm her down, and it works. Her heartbeat, real and warm under Frankie’s lips, slows down a little, Gee drags the hand away from her face. She’s glowing red, but her mouth is set into a thin line and she looks at Frankie like she’s challenging her.

“Where does this come from?” Frankie asks, kissing her lower lip. 

“I’ve been curious.” she murmurs, shrugging a little, less shy now that Frankie is up close, not really looking at her as much as peppering kisses all over her face. “Would you be—Interested?”

Frankie represses a laugh. Interested. It’s making her gums hurt in her mouth with how bad she wants it. 

“I would be cool with it, yeah.”

Gee reads the want under her grin and bats her eyelashes up at her. She stretches her neck a little, and Frankie knows to kiss her mouth, then. Gee makes a happy sound into her mouth, touches the shell of her ear.

“We should get you ready, first.” Frankie murmurs.

“I’m ready.”

“No, you—”

“No, Frankie. I am ready.”

Frankie squints down at her. “You are?”

Gee is blushing furiously, but she pushes through. “Before you came over. But I didn’t—You’d still have to. Uh.”

“Open you up?”

She squeezes her eyes shut, nods tight and quick.

Frankie can’t help but grin. She taps her fingers on Gee’s hipbone until she opens her eyes again. Then, she says, “Maybe we shouldn’t be doing it if you can’t even say it out loud.”

Gee kicks her shin, but Frankie was expecting it, so she doesn’t tumble over. She leans in to lick Gee’s face instead, and Gee squeals and pushes her face away. 

“You’re a dog.”

Frankie hums into her collarbone. Kisses her sternum over her t-shirt. “We can do whatever you want.”

“What do you want?” Gee asks.

“Right now, I wanna kiss you.” she replies, easy and honest.

Gee hums, her smile shy and bright. “I can allow that.”

Frankie can’t stop grinning into the kiss, her stomach doing somersaults with how much she likes her, with how stupid she makes her. How much she wants it, too. She tries not to think about that, right now. 

She puts her hand over Gee’s ribs, feels her there, so warm and soft and plush under her fingers. Gee moans into her mouth, and Frankie rakes her hand higher, under her t-shirt, fingers brushing over her tit, under her nipple, barely a touch. Gee arches her back, pushes into it. Her legs clamp around Frankie’s hips, and she brings her closer. Frankie goes, feeling the heat radiate from the centre of her body.

“I’ve never done it, though.” Gee says, looking elsewhere.

Frankie nods, and that’s the opposite of a problem. It feels wrong to be giddy about this, about having her first, but she can’t really help how much she wants it. “That’s okay, we’ll take it slow.” 

“Have you?” Gee questions, her head tilting to the side a bit.

“What?” Frankie asks, to buy time.

“Done this.”

Frankie shrugs. “A couple of times.”

“To other girls?”

It’s very endearing, the way Gee gets when she’s angry about something and sure she’s hiding it very well. Her mouth twisted up into a frown, her eyes squinted enough to let Frankie know she’s livid, her eyebrows getting closer together.

Frankie bites her lip, trying not to make her even angrier. “That a trick question?”

“Yes.” 

“Then no.”

Gee groans. 

“I didn’t like them the way I like you.” she counters.

Gee rolls her eyes, “Sure, sure. Bet you say that to every girl you—Ah.”

Frankie, teeth sinking into the space between her neck and her throat as her hand closes harder around her breast, sudden and heavy enough that Gee’s hand shoots down to grab the hair at the back of her head in panic. 

“I didn’t like them the way I like you.” she repeats, and she looks down at Gee with determination in her eyes.

Gee is breathless, but she asks anyway. “How do you like me?”

“Like this.” she says easily, getting closer to her face again. She kisses her mouth, short and sweet, just a peck on her pouty lips. “And when you’re sick, and when you’re grumpy, and when you’re mad at me, and when you make me do your dishes. When you make me listen to your music and when you listen to mine, when you sleep in and when you complain about the movies I pick. When you act all jealous, too.”

Gee thumbs her lip, looking sheepish. “I asked you to fuck me in the ass and you’re going all romantic on me.”

Frankie shrugs like it’s no big deal, “One of us has got to do it.”

“It’s you.” Gee notes.

“Yeah, I’m the hopeless romantic.”

“What am I, then?” she asks, and every question of hers is a trick question. Frankie quite likes the somersaults she has to perform to save her own life.

“You’re the pretty one.” she says, and that’s an easy one. Gee is a lot of other things, too, but right now, with the sun going down past her bedroom window, that’s what she is. Better adjectives — and most of her internal dictionary — vacate Frankie’s head when Gee is up close and so undeniably lovely.

Gee bites her own lip, and her eyes are smiling. “You’re pretty, too. Pretty handsome.”

Frankie snorts right in her face, shakes her head. “You’re so lame.”

The other girl hums, her thumb still playing with Frankie’s lower lip. Frankie lets her, looking down into her eyes. She kisses the pad of her finger, and then Gee is looking at her mouth and her thumb slips inside, the pad of it pressing down into her teeth. Frankie sucks.

Gee lets out a little breath, eyes fixed to where Frankie’s lips close around her. Frankie likes having something in her mouth. Must be something about her psychological development going sideways, who the fuck cares.

All that matters is that soon Gee is taking her thumb out and shoving three fingers in instead, watching with serious curiosity as Frankie holds them in her mouth, not quite sucking, but still getting them wet. Still getting the tips of them to the back of her throat, her tongue moving on the underside of them. 

Frankie pushes forward with her head, takes them deeper, and it feels so fucking good, to let Gee decide how much she’s going to take, to let her see she’s always going to be the one in control no matter what. Frankie chokes a little, and Gee looks at her like she’s in awe, like this is an experiment to her, a game. Like she can’t get over how smitten Frankie is for her.

And it's okay, Frankie wants her to know, it doesn't matter if she ends up looking pathetic, because that's what she is, for Gee. She's been pathetic for her for a while, and it's not like people don't know.

Then Gee is taking her fingers out, and they’re dripping, and she holds her hand up like she doesn’t know what to do with it. Frankie laughs, and the moment is over.

Gee frowns, wipes her hand on Frankie’s jeans, on the side of her thigh. “You were gonna get me off before you went all sappy on me.”

Frankie kisses her mouth, short and chaste. “Ask nicely.” 

“No.”

“Alright.” Frankie kisses her mouth one last time and drags herself lower, because she couldn’t care less. Gee doesn't have to give her anything, Frankie will take whatever she offers. She would eat from her fucking palms.

She kisses her ribs, and her tummy, and her hips, and then she gets back to work to where Gee has been wet for a while now. She kind of wants to lick her through her underwear, but then she considers that what she wants even more is to see the shape of her under it. That usually pisses Gee off, but Gee is already pissed off, so Frankie does it anyway. Pulls at the material until it scrunches a little on her side, and the shape of her mound becomes clearer. She’s round and perfect, and Frankie feels her own mouth fill with spit at the sight of her.

She drags her thumb down along the opening between her folds, until it dips a little further where she's open and gushing, getting the material of her boxers wet. Gee whimpers, but she doesn’t complain. Her thighs press to Frankie’s shoulders, and Frankie feels a little caged, which is fucking perfect.

“You look really good when you wear my stuff.” Frankie digs her thumb in and it goes with little resistance, the grey of her boxers staining darker as she pushes it inside her, just a little.

Gee throws her head back, the material dragging rougher over her clit with Frankie’s ministrations.  Touches Frankie’s wrist where her bone pokes out a little. “Fuck, please.” 

Frankie noses along her, just above where her thumbs is digging, and her eyes rolls back in her skull because she smells so fucking good. Always smells so good, here, so much like herself, ripe and damp for her, and Frankie wants it, she needs it.

“Off.” she mutters, getting to her knees again, “Want this off.”

She hooks her fingers into the elastic of her boxers and drags them down her thighs, her knees, until she's bare except for her t-shirt, still hiked up under her tits. Frankie thinks about taking that off, too, but sometimes Gee gets shy about that, for some reason, and she's already being so good, so uncharacteristically honest with her desire — Frankie doesn't want to push her further.

It's already enough to have her like this, spread open for her, cunt glistening with how wet she already is, her cheeks rosy as she blinks up at her.

“Gonna eat you.” Frankie says, trying to be polite as the voice in her head tells her to ruin Gee, to make her cry and beg, to tear her apart so she can piece her back together.

“Please.”

Frankie digs her thumbs into her inner thighs, meaner than she has to, so Gee gets the message and spreads a little further with a whimper.

She noses along the hard place where her pelvis meets her thigh, just to drag it out a little, just to have her squirm and twist, trying to get her cunt closer to her face. Frankie grins.

“Fuck, look at you.” she touches closer, her thumb too close to her opening, pulling a little to the side so she opens up, blinking. “You need it so bad.”

“I do. Please. Fucking—” she puts her hand in Frankie’s hair, “I need you, please.”

Frankie lets her have it. Drags her tongue between her folds, and she has to groan at the first taste, because there's so much of it already, Gee must've worked herself up before Frankie came over. And then she'd rubbed herself over her thigh, a fucking mess until Frankie dragged her back to her bedroom and took her shorts off for her. And then she'd asked.

She tongues at her clit, swollen fat in her mouth, and she has to suck on it, drag it between her teeth. Gee’s hand tugs at her hair, and she makes this noise like Frankie is already fucking her.

She slips two fingers inside, right to the hilt, the way Gee likes it, so that she feels the stretch right away, so that she feels full all at once. Seals her lips around her, suckles gently. Looks for the angle Gee likes, crooks her fingers inside her heat, gets a little lost in it.

“Frankie, please.”

She fucks her hard from the get go, because she knows Gee’s been worked up for a while and she won’t take Frankie teasing her further. And because she thinks it might be better if they do that when she’s already come once. That is, if Gee still wants to do that, if that wasn’t just something she blurted out in the heat of the moment. Or if she meant she wants to do it some other time, that the idea is in her head and she wanted to let Frankie know. Either way, it doesn’t matter. Frankie wants to have her come on her tongue and fingers at least once before she gets anything else in her, no matter where she puts it.

And she does come, pushing Frankie’s mouth down on her with both hands, her thighs clamping down. Frankie’s hand cramps but she keeps it moving, fingers digging deep inside where they belong, until Gee relaxes a little and she can breathe again.

“Keep them inside a little longer?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Frankie angles her fingers in again, feels her tighten rhythmically around her, and she kisses her thigh. Gee likes to be full for a while after she's come, so she lets her have it, stroking her hip unhurriedly with her free hand, leaving open mouthed kisses along her thigh.

It's a couple of minutes before her fingers slip lower, and they drag over the space between her cunt and her ass, and Gees’ breath itches. Her knees raise a little closer to her chest, and she's open and obscene under Frankie’s eyes.

Fuck.

Frankie’s knuckles brush over her hole, and they're still wet from being in her pussy for too long. It flutters.

“You might not like it.” Frankie points out, but she can’t stop looking at it.

“I think I will.” comes Gee’s behind form above her. She sounds sure about it.

Frankie swallows, puts another kiss to the inside of her thigh. “Did you—Did you try?”

Frankie tries not to think about it — Gee twisting around to find the right position to get her fingers, or a dildo, or anything at all into her ass. How she’d be whimpering and huffing and frowning when she doesn’t get it right the first time. How she would keep going out of spite.

Gee nods, “Just—Fingers.”

“How many?”

“Two.” Gee says, “I really fucking liked it, but the angle was wrong and, ah—” she interrupts herself. 

Frankie taps her fingers on her hip. “And?” 

“Your fingers are thicker.” she blurts out, then she takes a big breath, “You feel so good inside. Don't even need your cock. Wish you would—Fuck.”

“Gee, tell me.”

“Sometimes I wish you would put all of them inside.” Gee is subconsciously moving her hips again, so Frankie’s fingers push into her perineum again, “All of your fingers. Want you to stretch me out on your hand.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

Frankie has to close her eyes, her forehead on Gee’s hip. She can't help but picture it, her hand inside her, how she would be wrapped her wrist, her tattoos disappearing inside. How tight and hot she would be around her, and how she would sound.

With the image planted inside her head, the way the inseam of her jeans is pushing against her the tiniest bit is almost enough to make her come right then and there.

“You're so fucking greedy.” she grits out, and she can’t help it. 

She slaps her open hand down on Gee’s cunt, and it makes a loud, wet sound when it hits her clit, and her hole, and Gee moans, drawing away from it and then into it again. Frankie uses one hand on the back of her thigh to keep her down and open, and she does it again. Once, then twice. 

It must hurt. Gee is still too sensitive and it must hurt, but she doesn’t tell her to stop, just grabs onto her arm and takes it. She makes this broken sound, her mouth wide open, and her thighs do clamp down on Frankie’s hand in the end, trapping her arm there. 

Frankie squeezes the shape of her, and deems it enough.

She wants it, too. Wants to see Gee take her in her ass, too.

Leans up and over to kiss Gee open mouthed and sloppy, and Gee doesn’t complain even after Frankie has hit her pussy not five minutes after her orgasm. 

She must be gone, then.

Gee hooks her fingers behind Frankie’s belt, and she pulls her in closer. Frankie tries not to focus on the front of her jeans on Gee’s bare cunt. She doesn’t. She has a very clear mind. All is well. Except Gee bites down on her lower lip, and Frankie’s hips stutter forward into her, and she really really needs to fuck her. It doesn’t really matter how.

“Baby.” Gee says, her voice ruined like Frankie fucked her throat, which she hasn’t done in a week, which is suddenly making her upset. “Get your cock?”

Frankie gets up and off the bed so fast she has to stop and let her head stop spinning. She stands there for a second, her hand on the bed, blood wooshing behind her ears. 

“Have you been forgetting your iron supplements again?”

“Fuck you.”

(She definitely has).

They’ve been keeping her toys here, because Frankie’s flatmate is perpetually home and it’s not like she would use them somewhere else, so. She can choose. And she picks something on the smaller side, and she can see that Gee is about to complain when she sees it on the bed, but Frankie squints, and she’s unbuckling her belt, and Gee shuts the fuck up.

The other girl turns to lie on her side, and she bends her elbow so she can support her own head as she watches Frankie.

“Quit it.” Frankie says, blushing. She knows she leaked through her boxers, and it isn’t as hot as it is when Gee does it, so she cringes when it becomes obvious.

“I can’t look at you?” Gee asks, pouting. She puts her hand on her own tummy, the tips of her fingers dipping down into her bush, like she’s about to touch herself while looking at her. Jesus Christ. 

Frankie drags the harness up her hips, fastens it as quickly as she can. She picks up the lube, too. Then she’s crawling up on the bed again. She stops, kneeling next to Gee, who puts her hand on her naked thigh, rubbing a little. Frankie looks down, her pretty, dainty fingers on her inked skin.

“Why won’t you let me look at you?” Gee asks, her fingers slipping inside the leg of Frankie’s boxers.

“I do. Let you look at me.” she says, clipped.

Gee hums. “Not enough.”

Frankie rolls her eyes. This the third time having the same argument this month. “Don’t start.”

Gee looks like she wants to say something else, so Frankie waits it out. The other girl sucks her lower lip into her mouth, her fingers drawing figures over Frankie’s tattoos. She’s not looking up at her, and Frankie is grateful for that, because she wouldn't know how to take that.

“I just—Really like you.” is what Gee ends up saying in the end. She has a hard time with words, so this is big enough to make Frankie’s stomach feel all weird. But then she looks up at her. It’s a fleeting moment, her eyes fall back down again. “I wish I could just—Look at you all the time. Like, when I look up and you’re not there, I don’t know. I wish you were. Not just because you’re crazy hot. But because, I don’t know, you make me feel weird. It’s stupid.”

Frankie tries not to fall over and die. She takes a deep breath. There’s a lot she’s already said, to her. Gee is well aware of the extent of Frankie’s love. She’s not saying it to hear it back. She doesn’t need to hear it. But she’s saying it anyway, and Frankie’s chest feels so full she almost forgets what they were doing. They’ve been seeing each other long enough that this shouldn’t be cutting her breath, but it does anyway.

She touches Gee’s knuckles where her hand is touching her thigh, and a small smile forms on the other girl’s face.

“It’s not stupid.” Frankie says.

“It kind of is. I’m like—Confessing my love and you’ve got your dick out.”

“I can put it away.” she chuckles. Gee laughs too, this lilting sound that is like fairies singing. Her nose scrunches, and she relaxes again. 

“Don’t.” she says, her eyes on Frankie, “I still want it in my ass.” 

“Ah, that you can say while looking at me.” Frankie grins down at her, and then she’s tipping over and they’re kissing, laughing against each other with the giddiness and the stupidity of it. Gee melts into it, her hand in Frankie’s hair. Frankie’s cock rests on her soft stomach, blue and clear.

“So we’re doing it?” Frankie can’t help but check in again. She strokes Gee’s cheekbone, and the other turns her face to kiss the palm of her hand.

“Yes, please.” 

Frankie breathes in, “Turn around.”

Gee goes with no protests, and she's up on her hands and knees without Frankie having to tell her. She sinks down, chest first, and she lets her head rest on her folded arms, so she's spread under Frankie’s transfixed stare. She loves her like this.

She squirts the lube down her crack, and she watches as it drips down to her hole, and fuck, Frankie should've eaten her here, too. Should've stretched her out on her tongue, made her slippery with her spit. She almost suggests it, even if the taste of lube is disgusting to her. Because, come on, this is a missed opportunity if she’s ever seen one.

But she must take too long again, because Gee is wiggling her hips, the lube drooling into her messy cunt.

“Frankie, please, come on.”

Frankie shakes herself out of it. She spreads the lube and rubs it around her rim, and over it, and Gee makes a meek sound into the mattress. 

“You can stop me whenever.” Frankie whispers, feeling like she’s gonna start slurring soon with how much she wants it.

Gee nods, and her hips push back.

Frankie sinks her middle finger into her, slow and careful but relentless. It goes easy, her hole swallows her up so well. She watches her cunt contract around nothing, has a brief thought of filling up both her holes, of stuffing her full until she's stupid with it. 

She's greedy, too.

“Oh.” Gee says, sounding far far away.

Frankie bites her lower lip. “That a good ‘oh’?”

Gee nods, turning her head to the side so she can breathe. Her cute pointy nose is scrunched up. “Good, yeah. One isn’t a lot, right? It doesn’t—Try moving it?”

Frankie obeys, trying to keep it unhurried and shallow. Gee’s pussy is drooling, and if Frankie didn't know that it wouldn't be a good idea, she would push her fingers back into it to use her juice as lube. The image is enough to make her drool. She goes to swallow her spit, then she realises she doesn’t really need to. 

She takes her finger out and lets the saliva that’s been pooling in her mouth fall down to her rim. Gee whines, figuring out what must have happened because of the sound it made, and because Frankie likes to do this a lot. Likes to get her even messier, sloppy.

“Fuck.” Frankie whispers to herself, watching her spit add to the mess.

“That a good ‘fuck’?” Gee asks, a little out of breath.

“Your cunt fucking loves this.” she whispers, and she can’t even hear herself over the sound of her beating heart, “It keeps—Fuck.”

“You should put something in there, too.” Gee suggests, like it's nothing, like Frankie’s sanity isn't hanging by a thread. 

“Gee.”

“I wan’it.” she slurs, unashamed the way she gets when she’s lost in it. “It feels like—Feels so empty, Frankie. Want it. You won't hurt me.” 

“Later.” Frankie says, and her tone leaves no room for rebuttals, “Need to stretch you here first.”

Gee doesn’t protest. She’s being exceptionally good. Probably knows not to push Frankie too much when she’s already this far gone. “Okay. I can take another finger.”

And she does. She hisses, and clamps down a little, but Frankie kisses the inside of her thigh and Gee relaxes, lets it in. The sound of it is fucking obscene. The lube, and the spit, and Gee’s fucking slick squelches around her thick fingers, and Gee sounds like it hurts, but Frankie knows her all too well.

“Still okay?” she checks in anyway, because she would rather die than hurt her.

“Ah—” Gee rubs her cheek into the bed, like a cat, “You're so big.”

“We can stop at two.” Frankie says, feeling too heated.

“No.” Gee bites. “I want cock.”

“Jesus. Alright. Cock it is.”

She doesn’t call her greedy again, because she wants it, too. She’s going crazy with it.

“I’m gonna give you three, then. Okay?”

“Please.”

“Shit. Good girl.”

Gee makes a wounded sound, arches her back further, taking her deeper. 

And then she's ready, and Frankie’s got the head of her dick resting on her hole, and it feels like it would give out at the smallest pressure. She keeps her open with one hand, grabs her cock with the other.

But then her eyes fall downward and she can't help it. She slips inside her pussy.

“Fuck.” The word sounds like it got punched out of Gee’s body. “Put—Frankie, put your fingers back inside. Please. I need you there, too. Want.”

Frankie watches her own middle and pointer finger sink into her ass, and when she hooks them, she can feel her dick through the thin wall inside her. “Fucking—Baby. You're incredible.”

Her fingers disappear into her, and she keeps them there as she fucks her cunt with slow, measured thrusts, and Gee goes slack on the mattress, her knees slipping further apart, spreading her around her cock.

It looks mouthwatering. Frankie is going to lose her mind.

She knows she's knocked into her cervix when Gee makes this sound like she's going to die, and then reaches up to her own hair and pulls.

“My ass.” Gee moans, “Fuck my ass. Please.”

Frankie draws out, a little reluctant, and her cock comes out lathered in thick slick.

Gee’s breath cuts. Frankie stills. “Baby? Are you—”

She makes a sound like she's being stabbed. Frankie panics, starts to drag back out, but there's a hand on her thigh, and Gee’s feet hook behind her calves, blindly.

“Don't—Don't you fucking dare.”

“Are you okay?”

“Fuck me.”

“But—”

“Frankie.” and to Frankie’s horror, she's reaching up to her own ass, and she's digging her fingers into the meat of her cheeks, and she's spreading herself. Her rim is reddened and raw, wet with lube, and Frankie’s spit, and the slick from her own pussy. “Fuck me. Now.”

Frankie is no better than a dog. She moves back a little and pushes back in.

“Okay?”

“Okay, ah—Can feel it here, too.” she reaches down, and she must've touched her cunt, because she spasms around Frankie’s cock, and she swears she can feel it. “You're fucking me loose.”

“I'm not.” Frankie says.

“Yeah, you are.” she insists, out of her mind, “Ruining me.”

“Gee, fucking hell.”

“Make me a mess. Please, wanna make a mess.”

It's like that, then. When she likes it enough she gets like this, mouth running so much she won't talk about it later, actually acts offended like Frankie asked her to spew it out.

Frankie fucks her harder, and the slide is easier. She is looser, taking her so well, her grunts punched out of her, her ass jiggling with it. She sounds breathless, all airy and lost in it.

She's blabbering, too, about how much she loves her, and her dick, and how they should've done this sooner.

Frankie pulls her off her dick and turns her around so she’s on her back under her. Gee is a mess, her eyes are unfocused and her leg is twitching. She doesn’t even say anything, just lets Frankie manhandle her however she wants.

Frankie shoves a pillow under her lower back, gets her a little higher, and then she's slipping back inside, and it’s almost a relief.

Before she can start moving again, Gee is shifting to take off her own t-shirt. 

Fuck yes.

She glances up briefly, but Gee is already nodding, so she doesn't ask, when she normally would. 

Frankie can never vocalize how much she loves her tits, because Gee gets weird about it. But she's screaming bloody murder in her own head when she leans down to follow the stretchmarks on them with her tongue. She manages to free one hand — the other she needs to keep on the bed not to faceplant — and she lets herself hold onto the tit she's not laving her tongue over. 

Frankie takes her nipple into her mouth and sucks. She wears it feels better to her than she could ever feel for Gee. But Gee must be feeling good, too, because her shins keep hooking behind her thighs, pulling her deeper against her ass, and the hand fisted in her hair is keeping her down on her chest. Frankie could die right now and it would be fine. 

She starts fucking her again, and Gee must be really fucking liking this, and Frankie’s harness is digging into her cunt, and she might come from this, but she doesn’t want to. Not yet. She wants Gee to come first, she wants to get her there.

So she picks her pace back up, and Gee is limp under her, but she cries out when Frankie puts three fingers inside her pussy again. She keeps them there as she fucks her ass, but soon her legs are shaking, and Frankie switches to her clit instead, touches her there while she nibbles at her collarbone, as she works a hickey into her throat.

Gee is close. So Frankie says, with no logic left at all, “Wanna see if you can come from your ass.”

Frankie’s arm is going to cramp, but it's going to be worth it, because soon Gee is curling a little into herself, abs contracting as she comes, gushing. And then she throws her head back, like she’s going to breathe better that way, the air in her lungs coming harder and harder, and her neck stretches so beautifully. She goes silent the way she does when she's coming a little too hard, her legs twitching and her mouth open around nothing. 

“There you go.” Frankie slows down a little but makes her thrusts harder and precise, straight to the point. “Good fucking girl.”

Gee wraps her hands around Frankie’s forearms, a silent plea for her to keep going, so Frankie keeps fucking her, and she keeps running her mouth.

“Think you were made to take it up your ass, pretty thing.” she says, and she watches Gee’s eyes roll back into her skull. “Should tape you cunt shut and give it to you like this. Or use them both at the same time. Fucking ruin you.”

Gee wets her lips with her tongue, tries to focus back. “Ah—’Nkie.”

“Yeah.” Frankie says, and she slows down, gradually. “I've got you, sweetheart.”

She leans down and kisses the tip of her nose, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. Gee won’t close her mouth all the way, so Frankie slips her tongue inside for good measure. When she’s all the way still, she shifts back a little to look down at her.

Gee is blinking, not looking at Frankie but at a non-existing point over her shoulder. “Good God.”

“Does anything hurt?” Frankie checks as soon as Gee looks like she’s come back from wherever she was, and when she’s let her dick slip out of her, which makes the other girl flinch a little.

“My ass. But you just fucked it, so I think it’s supposed to.” Gee rolls her eyes, tugs her down by her nape, “Come here.”

They kiss sloppy and desperate, the heat between Frankie’s legs burning bright. She can ignore it. 

“That was really good, baby.” Gee murmurs against her mouth.

“Yeah?”

“Yes. I think I like it.”

Frankie chuckles. “Yeah, I think you do.”

Gee laughs, too. “Did you? Like it?”

Frankie shrugs, tries not to break out into a grin. “It was okay.”

“Fucker.” Gee says, but she’s smiling her beautiful gorgeous smile, her tiny teeth on display, her eyes almost shut with how hard she’s beaming up at her. Then she pinches her hip. “Come on, strip.”

“Uh?”

Gee raises a single eyebrow. “You think I’m gonna leave you like that after you did that to me?”

“No, Gee, but—”

Gee squints. “You came already?”

Frankie shakes her head. “No. I was close but—No.”

“Then strip. Take it off.”

They have bickered about this. About how she can get so lost in making Gee feel good she forgets she’s here, too. About how she hyperfocuses, and about how it makes Gee feel not so great. Because being a pillow princess for Frankie is great, but when Frankie’s pleasure comes second she simply feels selfish. And she doesn’t want to, and Frankie sure as hell doesn’t mean it like that, she’s just content and more than satisfied when she’s had Gee come again and again and again. It feels so good, even better than any orgasm ever could, when she has Gee whimpering and squirming and letting go. Frankie is not altruistic. She just gets off on Gee’s pleasure enough.

But they’re working on it. Frankie understands why Gee needs this, and it’s not like she minds it—Fuck, she feels like she won at the fucking lottery every time Gee touches her. 

Frank sits back, and she struggles to get her harness off.

“Here.” Gee does it for her, drags the harness and her boxers down, and they make a horrible sound as they unstick from her. Frankie falls on her back as Gee discards the dildo.

Gee lays down between her legs, and the picture is enough to make Frankie stupid. The other leans down to kiss a tattoo just north of Frankie’s knee, and she tenses up.

“Frankie, baby.” the kisses trail up, closer to where Frankie needs her, closer to where she’s throbbing for it. “You’re so sensitive.”

“It’s not my fault.” Frankie says, defensive. She looks down at Gee, one eyebrow raised. “You went all out, today.”

“It’s not a bad thing. I like it.” she bites down into her thigh and Frankie curses, her fingers find Gee’s hair, and she’s tugging on a fistful of it before she knows it. Gee moans, and it vibrates through Frankie, where she has her mouth on the juncture between her thigh and her pelvis. “Yeah—Fuck. Be rough.”

“No.” Frankie bites, trying to keep her head clear.

“Frankie, come on. Let go.” Gee shifts a little, and she’s looking up at her with her big green eyes, her face flushed, “For me? I want it. You can do whatever you want to me.”

It slips out before she can stop it, the dark heat coiling in her abdomen making her feel floaty. “You have no idea what I want to do to you.”

Gee closes her eyes, and her next moan is like a touch on Frank’s cunt, her breath ghosting over it. “I don’t. And I wanna know. For now, will you just pull my hair a little? ‘S all I’m asking for. Pull my hair and fuck my face. I will do the dishes later.”

“I don’t mind doing the—Fucking—Gee.”

Gee has closed her mouth around her clit, sucking it right into her warm mouth, and Frankie loses track of what she was trying to say and she finds herself rutting into it. It seems to be what she was supposed to do according to Gee’s plan, because the other girl is moaning into her pussy, mouth opening up to cover her, her tongue licking a fat stripe into the centre of her.

Gee’s tongue dips inside, and Frankie does pull at her hair, and she does fuck her face, and Gee takes it, takes it all so well, going still to let the younger woman use her. She still slips her hands under Frankie’s ass, pulls her even closer.

She says something into her pussy, and Frankie lets her come up for hair.

“What?” Frankie asks, breathless.

Gee’s drenched in it, her chin and cheeks are glistening between her thighs. She licks her lips, and Frankie wants to pull her up and fuck her again. Wants to leave her sore and so well fucked she won’t be able to speak.

Gee smacks her lips. “Love it when you hump my face.”

“What the fuck?”

“Wish you were rougher with me. Wish you would slap me and—”

Frankie tries to cover Gee’s mouth with her hand as quickly as possible, but she ends up shoving her fingers in it instead, and Gee moans around them, eyes rolling back.

“Don’t say shit like that.”

Gee bites down on her fingers, sucks. She goes down on them, her eyelashes fanned out over her cheeks, her hair falling into her face a little. Frankie watches her lips close around her hand, past the barbed wire and over the tips of her arrows. Her fingertips scratch the back of Gee’s throat, and Gee gags, keeps herself down on them anyway. The woman shifts her shoulders a little and then there’s a hand on Frankie’s cunt.

Gee draws back up and then down again, slow, all the way down, like she does when she blows Frankie’s cock, except this is her hand, and Frankie thinks about what Gee said earlier, about her fingers and her hands and her fist, and she watches the letters disappear and reappear in and out of Gee’s mouth. She watches even as Gee shoves two fingers inside her, her thumb rubbing at Frankie’s clit the way she likes it, and that is going to do it. She’s been on edge for too long. 

She uses her other hand to grab the back of Gee’s head, and she shoves her down, until her throat is spasming, a moan vibrating against Frankie’s fingers, and then Frankie is coming, long and hard. There’s a ringing sound in her head and she might’ve hit her head after all, because she’s seeing stars on the back of her eyelids and she’s vibrating inside her own skin.

She lets go of Gee’s head and she hears her coughing wetly when her fingers slip out, but Frankie is so out of it she doesn’t even open her eyes to check on her. It must be okay, though, because soon Gee is laying her head on Frankie’s belly, and Frankie’s hand shoots to her hair again, brushing it softly and blindly as she catches her breath.

Gee hums, strokes her hip in return.

“That was—” Frankie swallows, isn’t really sure what it was. Gee moves her face, her chin digging a little into Frankie’s stomach to look up at her. She looks ruined. Frankie wants to lean down and lick her own slick from her face. Wants to clean her up.

They should definitely shower.

“I love Fridays.” Gee says, smiling up at Frankie. Frankie beams back at her, stroking at her hair.

“Me too.”

Gee shifts a little, kisses the swallow on her hip. “What do you want for dinner?”

“Did you have anything in mind?”

“Not really.” She purses her lips, “Maybe something that will leave very little dishes to wash?”

Frankie rolls her eyes, her heart so big in her chest she can feel her ribs cracking around it. “I can do the dishes.”

“Or we can get take out?” Gee tries, giving her her best puppy eyes.

“Do you want take out?” Frankie raises one eyebrow.

Gee grins. “Please.”

And, Jesus Christ, Frankie would do unspeakable things for her. To her, too.

“Get me my phone.”