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"Hey, have you seen Donna?" you asked Fatima, running up to Colony house from your shift at the diner, apron still tied around your waist.
"Uh, greenhouse I think," Fatima replied, bobby pin between her teeth as she tied up the upper half of her curls. "Did something happen?"
"No, no, nothing to worry," you assured her. "Just haven't seen her all day, is all."
"Ah, you're missing her, huh?" Fatima teased.
"Fuck off!" You laughed, flipping your friend off as you jogged toward the greenhouse.
For most of the people here, this place was living hell, but for you—it was the first time you felt at home in your life. Fatima and you had clicked from day one. You'd found an easy rhythm with her, banter and long nights chatting. And then Donna… She'd scared you shitless at first but then you'd seen her wielding an axe for the first time and the rest was history.
"Donna?" you called as you came to a halt at the greenhouse door.
"In here!" she yelled, her back to you as you stepped into the green hell of humidity.
She was wearing that white-tee-pink-open-shirt-combo, fingers-deep in a plant pot. You walked up on her, putting your hands on her soft hips and pressing a kiss below her ear.
"Sneaky bitch," Donna huffed, but you heard the smirk in her voice. "Should be workin'."
"Lunch break," you said, looping your arms around her middle and resting your chin on her shoulder. "Thought you might wanna join me for a swim?"
"On a day like this?" Donna scoffed, evening out the soil around the root of the seedling. "Place will be buzzing."
"Nope," you said. "I checked. Everyone's hanging out at the volleyball net Boyd and Kenny put up."
With a long exhale, Donna turned around in your arms, gripping the edge of the wooden table she leaned against. You splayed your hands on her lower back, idly rubbing there. "You're impossible," she said after a moment, tipping her head to the side as she looked into your eyes, smug as ever, warm. Her forehead reflected with a thin sheen of sweat, a smudge of dirt on her cheek where she must've wiped and her hands dark and dusty from work.
Your hands slipped from Donna's back, you grasped the lapels of her pale pink shirt, and tugged her into a kiss. Your lips collided with hers and you felt her smile against you before catching your upper lip with her teeth. Catching you off guard, she flung her arms around your waist and pulled hard, yanking you against her. You moaned, sucking on her bottom lip in turn, and sank deeper into the push-and-pull.
You could've kept going for hours if Donna hadn't slapped your ass and broken the kiss. She toyed with your apron. "Gotta get goin' if you wanna swim."
You rolled your eyes but caught Donna's hand and pulled her with you out of the greenhouse, quickly making your way toward the Brundles. The sun burnt down on the two of you like it did every noon in this ever-lasting summer—only more reason to look forward to jumping into the cool pond water. Mosquitoes buzzed near the water surface; the donut-shaped floaties swayed with the ripples the summer breeze stirred in the murky water.
Donna stopped before the small wooden dock, standing with her hands in her pockets and cocking her head. You understood it was your cue to undress—while she watched.
"You gonna help me or what?" you quipped.
"C'mere," she grumbled, indulging your antics.
As soon as you were within reach, she hooked her fingers into your apron and tugged you closer with a jolt, spinning you to undo the knot at the back. You bit your tongue to stay silent, not wanting to risk drawing attention to you, but wanted to moan either way. Donna handling you like that…
The apron fell to the ground, stirring up dust, but Donna's hands were on the zipper of your jeans before it even landed. She opened them within seconds, pushed them down over your hips until your thighs spilled over the rolled up edge and waited for you to step out of them. When you came back up, she took the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, leaving you to stand in just your mismatched bra and underwear.
"Hey. My eyes are up here," you teased, earning yourself a playful swat with the shirt she'd just taken off you. You jumped aside, escaping into the water and retaliating by splashing her.
"Piece of work," she grumbled, the front of her white shirt soaked through and revealing her bra and shape underneath.
Keeping an eye on you, she unbuckled her belt and ripped it from the belt loops on her pants, so it smacked the ground, dropping it there. She made quick work of her pants and shimmied out of the pink shirt, yet, much to your dismay, kept the white top on as she waded into the water, joining you. She swam over, you swam backwards, luring her further into the cool pond. The water soothed the sunburns on your backs and arms, bringing your body temperature down to comfort. Sometimes you didn't understand why they all wanted to leave, but then you remembered that not everyone had Donna protecting them from the horrors of this place—or making them forget about it all with two skilled fingers.
"I'm lucky," you said when she reached you, and laced your arms around her neck so that you were floating together.
"Now why's that?" she asked, holding you by your waist, water up to your chests.
"To have you." You shrugged. "To not be alone in this place."
"Don't go all mushy on me," she said, chuckling.
"I'm not, I just—I've never felt safe, not a day in my life. And then I come here to fucking purgatory or whatever with literal monsters tearing people apart and… I can sleep through the night again as long as you're next to me."
"That's because you've been surrounded by dickheads your whole life, sweetheart."
"Maybe," you agreed, carding your fingers through her wet hair. "Or maybe you just fuck me too good."
You shifted, manoeuvring yourself to straddle Donna's thigh, pressing impossibly closer. Her hands wandered from your waist to the small of your back, then lower to your hips, fingers digging into your flesh.
"Ah yeah?" she said, a playful glint in her eye. "That it?"
"Must be," you hummed, leaning in for kiss.
Donna responded eagerly, not wasting any time to push her tongue into your mouth and her thigh against your sex. You gasped into the kiss, slid your tongue against hers, rocked your hips to create friction. A lazy, unhurried rhythm, just to feel Donna; her smooth, supple skin, the urgency of her touch.
"Can't even tell if you're wet in here," she murmured between kisses. That raspy voice did things to you you'd never admit to in public. "Smart move."
"Hmm," you moaned, squeezing your legs tighter around hers. "Plenty other ways to tell…"
The cold of the water did nothing to quell the heat Donna awakened in your body; goosebumps covered your arms, fire crackled wherever her hands kneaded and pinched. You just wanted more. Feel her. More and more and more. Every part.
"The shirt," you whispered, begged, tugged at it.
"Not coming off," she insisted.
"Please," you pouted.
"Nuh-uh." She bit you in retaliation, making you whine. "You can grope me over it or go under but it stays on."
"Fine," you growled, going for her earlobe, nibbling on it until her fingers dug hard into the soft flesh of your ass, inadvertently dragging you over her thigh. Your panties clung to your folds, rubbed against your clit, making you shiver.
You grabbed at her, any handful you could get, and moved your hips back and forth as you cupped her breast through the soaked shirt. A fractured moan brushed past your ear, followed by a husky, "That's it, baby."
You kneaded harder, filling your hands with her through the unpadded bra, a nipple hardening under your palm.
Donna swam the two of you towards the dock, leaning against it to steady your position and allow her to help you ride her thigh. She moved her leg, pushed it through your folds, back and forth until you were a panting mess clinging to her. You slipped your hands under her shirt now, needing her skin under your fingertips, traced the rolls on her back, the bra cutting into her skin, the breast spilling over the cup, and found your way into it. Your stomach coiled tight just feeling her like this, every perfect inch, her full chest.
"Donna…" you moaned, rolling your hips faster, chasing release.
"I got you, hon."
You dissolved into panting, strangled moans, frantic grinding. The water sloshed and splashed around you, driving the floaties further away. Donna ran a hand up your spine, holding the back of your neck as you tucked yourself into the crook of hers and finished yourself off, going slack against her as your thighs trembled with a refreshing burst of an orgasm. Her neck muffled the volume of your moan and the whimpers that followed as she kept sliding her thigh against your centre a couple of more times, drawing every sensation out.
"Good girl, sweetheart. Good girl."
Donna floated for some time with you, allowing you to relax and bathe in the blissful aftermath for a while. The sun had lost a bit of its burning intensity and simply warmed you now as she held you, your head tucked under her chin.
"Ready to get out?" she asked after a while.
"Mh, I've got other ideas," you said, parting from her but keeping her hands in yours.
"We gotta head back soon. They'll come looking."
"Let 'em." You quirked an eyebrow. "You're a sight for sore eyes."
Donna laughed. "Shut up."
"You know I won't," you said, leaving a peck on her cheek as you swam back to the dock.
When Donna arrived behind you, you ushered her to sit on the edge of the dock. "Stay there," you directed, pushing her knees apart and coming to a halt between them.
"Sweetheart, come on. You can't—"
"Relax. Nobody's here and they won't see anything right away if they come. I'll keep an eye on it, promise."
"Look…" Donna wanted to protest, a firm hand on your shoulder keeping you at a distance, but then she looked to the path leading away, back at you, and grasped your chin, tilting it up. "Get on with it then."
Without further ado, you spread her legs a little wider, reached around her ass to bring her closer to the edge, and nudged her drenched underwear aside to reveal an equally wet auburn bush. You glanced up at her, mischief sparkling in your eyes, and dove straight in. Donna sighed, tipping her head back and grabbing your hair, one hand braced behind her for support as you caught her clit between your lips.
"Fuck!" she ground out, fingers tightening more on your scalp with every lick you gave her.
You tasted everything on her—the pond, the sweat, the desire—and you wouldn't waste a drop. You rolled your tongue over her, flicked, sucked and felt the small bundle of nerves grow under your attention. Briefly, you left it for a dip lower, drawing another long moan from her, before returning to lap at her clit.
"Oh shit, I forgot you could—ah—do this!"
You grinned, intent on making a mess out of her. You replaced your tongue with your nose, bumping the tip against her clit while you plunged your tongue into her entrance, over and over, working in tandem to pull the most delicious, incoherent noises from her. Her soft thighs tensed around your head, urging you to finish what you'd started.
"Honey, ohhhh, sweetheart, goddamnit!"
She got wetter and wetter the longer you kept up your work, steady in rhythm, never changing, coaxing that thick arousal from her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Donna hissed, breathless and tense, pushing her sex into your face, leaving you no choice but to push her over the edge.
Swiftly, you put your mouth back on her clit and shoved two fingers inside, curling upward in a single firm press against her front wall—and she fell apart. Completely and utterly.
Donna let herself fall back on the sun-warmed wood, lying flat and covering her eyes with her forearm as she caught her breath and you climbed up on the dock next to her. Her legs hung off the edge, feet still in the water, as you sat beside her. You trailed your hand over the expanse of her stomach, smoothing over the crumpled, dripping shirt that clung to her every curve, and finally took her arm away from her face.
"You really got that afterglow," you told her. "Makes you look amazing."
Donna made a pfft-sound, but you knew it made her happy when you told her how much you adored her and enjoyed her body. And it was easy for you; much harder it would be to keep all that love you had for her to yourself.
"You got five more minutes?" she asked, shielding her eyes from the sun.
"Of course," you replied and laid down with her, snuggling into her side.