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“Just put our drinks on Enzo’s tab. I’m sure he won’t mind.” Cereza insisted to the large man behind the counter as he poured a couple of drinks for the two witches seated at the empty bar.
“As always, Bayonetta,” Rodin replied, handing her two pink beverages in a cute martini glass. Cereza winked at him before returning to where Jeanne was seated, waiting for her. “You two witches haven’t been very busy, huh?”
“The same could be said for you, Rodin.” Jeanne rebutted as she took a sip of the girly drink before her.
“Yeah, yeah. Things have been pretty quiet lately.” He shook his head and sat down the glass he was drying.
“Same here. It’s rather boring, actually.” Cereza stirred her drink mindlessly. Rodin began to ramble on about some demon that was giving him a hard time. The witches tried to listen but quickly found themselves bored at the large man’s tale. It was the same as it always was. Cereza looked over to Jeanne to see she wasn’t even trying to seem interested. Typical Jeanne. She wasn’t one to hide how she felt. Cereza was determined to change that.
Discreetly, Cereza slowly moved her hand onto Jeanne’s knee, planting it there for a moment. Jeanne’s eyes flickered towards her as if warning her not to pull anything. Cereza only returned an innocent smile.
“-my newest customer requested a doozy. Sure paid a lot though. I’m not one to complain.”
Cereza nodded, feigning interest in his story, sipping her drink and keeping her hand firmly on her lover’s knee, only squeezing occasionally. Anyone would assume this was just a gesture of romance or something. Jeanne, on the other hand, knew what Cereza was getting at. She was bored, and the alcohol running through her system didn’t help. Her eyes were trained on Rodin as her hand began sliding up ever so slowly. Jeanne managed to keep a straight face, hoping Cereza would know when to stop. She just wanted a reaction, so Jeanne was determined not to give her the satisfaction.
“Sounds rather nasty.” Cereza raised her brows as her hand trailed to the inside of Jeanne’s thigh. The blonde witch trailed her gaze to Cereza’s hand and then back to her eyes. An unamused expression painted on her face. She noticed Cereza watching her out of the corner of her eye. The edge of her lip was curled up into an obnoxious smirk that Jeanne wanted to wipe right off of her. Rodin continued to drone on about how slow business is and how he needs to advertise more as Cereza’s hands explored even more.
The charade continued for what felt like forever. Knowing glances were exchanged, as Jeanne continued to seem to dare Cereza to go forward as she only teased. Rodin was blissfully unaware of their little game. As Jeanne was answering a question he asked about her favorite weapon of late (Her angel slayer, of course), but was swiftly interrupted by a slender finger grazing against her center. She gasped sharply, her eyes widening ever so slightly as Rodin cocked an eyebrow. She quickly let out a chain of coughs to cover it up as if she had choked on something but struggled to keep her composure as more pressure was pressed on her core. While Cereza had a concerned look masked on her face, she was absolutely beaming on the inside. Once again, she broke Jeanne. Like she always does.
“Sorry,” She choked out. “I don’t know what happened.” Jeanne’s face was completely flushed. Cereza knew this would be the perfect time to get away, but refused to be the one to surrender. She could do this all day. Jeanne was the one who would have to find her relief. She looked towards Cereza, almost pleading as the witch’s fingers danced skillfully around Jeanne’s clothed center. Rodin shook his head, catching onto what was going on and turned to clean another glass at the other end of the bar to avoid what was going on in HIS establishment. Hey, as long as they didn’t make a mess, it wasn’t his problem.
“You don’t look too good.” Cereza leaned into Jeanne’s side as she whispered. Her teeth found Jeanne’s earlobe when Rodin wasn’t looking, and Jeanne could only shiver in response.
“I don’t feel well.” Jeanne finally stood, announcing to the air. “Cereza, accompany me to the bathroom.” She demanded, already making her way towards the restroom in the corner of the bar “Now.” She paused and growled through gritted teeth.
“I better go with her,” Cereza sighed to Rodin as he only rolled his eyes and warned her not to make a mess. She stood and followed her lover, making her wait for only a moment.
She pushed open the single bathroom door slowly, only to be pushed back up against it as soon as she was inside. Jeanne had fire in her eyes and a triumphant smirk as if she had already won the battle. Cereza rose her brows as she took in the situation. Jeanne’s hands were pressed firmly against her hips, as her body was pinned to the door. They stayed this way for a moment as Cereza felt Jeanne’s breath on her neck.
“I won’t lose, Cereza,” Jeanne mumbled as she moved her lips onto the witch’s skin. “If you want to play, then we’ll play.”
Cereza only laughed lightly and stretched her neck to give Jeanne better access, letting her think she has the upper hand. Before she knew it, the black top she had on was lifted over her head and Jeanne went to town on the newly exposed skin. One of her hands trailed up to Cereza’s breast as she met her mouth with the other, her lips latching onto a nipple. Cereza only hummed in response. She let Jeanne have her fun for only a moment, but only until she moved one of her hands to the waistband of the jeans she was wearing. Cereza felt her traveling hands and swiftly took ahold of her wrists, turning them around and pinning the other against the same door with her arms over her head. Cereza smiled triumphantly again, watching Jeanne pant and squirm against her.
“Still want to play?” She asked playfully, trailing a finger from her navel up to her chin, lifting it up so Jeanne was face to face with her. “There can be only one winner. And I don’t intend on losing.” She whispered. Jeanne was glaring at her without a response.
Cereza moved the same back down her torso, and below the waistband of her pants. Jeanne subconsciously bucked her hips into Cereza’s hand, causing her to dive deeper. Her grip was still tight on Jeanne’s wrists as she began to play with her clit, moving her fingers in a circular motion while staring her lover right in the eye. Their faces only about an inch apart. Jeanne felt her body taking its own accord and felt her hips moving with Cereza’s motions. She felt her inhibitions fly out the window and leaned closer to lock their lips together. Cereza moved into the kiss and pressed harder against her clit, causing Jeanne to let out a high pitched moan against Cereza’s lips.
Cereza pulled her face away for a moment and Jeanne felt herself groan at the loss. “Not so big and bad now, hm?” The witch boasted in a seductive voice that made Jeanne’s knees buckle at the mere sound. Cereza’s fingers danced closer to her entrance, prodding at it as if she was unsure whether she should enter or not. “You probably wanted this all along. Just to be taken up against the filthy bathroom door.” Jeanne struggled under Cereza’s grip once more.
“Shut up and fuck me,” Jeanne growled. Cereza smiled innocently and pushed against her entrance again without entering. Jeanne’s facade broke again as she gasped at the sensation. Cereza realized Jeanne’s loose top had slipped down her arm and dipped her head to bite at her exposed shoulder.
“You aren’t very good at this.” Cereza joked. Jeanne felt her deep voice vibrating on her skin and shivered. “You aren’t going to get anywhere if you keep ordering me around like that.” Jeanne didn’t respond. Only wiggled her hips to feel some kind of friction as Cereza’s hand has gone still. “You have to ask nicely. Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck you.” Jeanne spat. “Just do it.”
“Do what?” Cereza cocked her head in feign innocence.
“You know what I want.”
“I seem to have forgotten. My memories haven’t been too well as of late, you have to forgive me.”
“Cereza, please.” Jeanne finally gave in, needing something. Anything from her lover. She was tired of this game.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.” Jeanne cried out and almost instantly, a finger was inserted into her wet core. She sighed in relief and it quickly turned into a series of moans as Cereza pumped her finger at a steady pace. Surprisingly, Cereza released her hands from her grip all of a sudden, and they immediately found the witch’s face and pulled her in for another kiss. Cereza’s now free hand found it’s way under Jeanne’s top to play with her perky breasts. As Cereza added another finger and quickened the pace, Jeanne never let go of Cereza’s face. Their tongues danced together and muffled the absolutely lewd sounds coming from Jeanne.
Cereza toyed with one of the other’s nipples and soon felt Jeanne’s walls tighten around her fingers. She must have been really wound up from their previous charades because Cereza could tell she was going to unravel at any minute. She pulled away from the kiss and placed her forehead against hers and gazed deep in her eyes. Jeanne’s thumb found it’s way into Cereza’s mouth and she immediately wrapped her lips around it. She could see Jeanne’s face contort and removed her hand from the witch’s breast to cup her face as she pumped her fingers faster, her thumb circling her clit.
“Are you going to come for me, Jeanne?”
“Yes- ah!” Jeanne answered and immediately felt a knot in the pit of her stomach and her whole body tighten up before a wave of pleasure hit her like a wall. She cried out in pleasure and felt her body tremble and her knees grow weak as Cereza continued moving her hands to help her ride out her orgasm. Jeanne was staring her lover in the eye as she continued to feel the aftershock of the intense climax she just had. When the pleasure of Cereza’s fingers turned into a sharp pain, she whimpered, giving Cereza her queue to remove her hand. She brought the hand up to their eye level to see it was soaked with Jeanne’s arousal. Without thinking, she took a finger in her mouth causing a disheveled, panting Jeanne to become hot and turn away.
“Come on, it’s hot.” Cereza laughed. Jeanne’s arms were at her side as she caught her breath and turned to watch Cereza curiously taste her on her fingers.
“And so are you,” Jeanne said, their eyes meeting once again. “I think I owe you something for that .”
“I think so too,” Cereza smirked and threw on her blouse before checking herself in the mirror. “I prefer my revenge in bed though. If I knew you were into public stuff, I would’ve fulfilled your fantasies long ago.” She joked turning to her lover with her arms crossed.
“Who said that was my fantasy?” Jeanne scoffed at the notion.
“Oh, I could tell. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get that worked up before.” Cereza continued to tease. They finally made their way out of the bathroom, prepared to tell Rodin that Jeanne has to get home immediately. The two were surprised to realize that the large man had disappeared. There was only a sheet of paper on the pool table.
“Let yourself out. You witches are loud as hell. I’m headed home for the night, don’t get any funny ideas.”
Jeanne groaned at the realization that they were caught by Rodin. She buried her head in her hands in embarrassment as Cereza read the short note.
“Well, if we have the place to ourselves, it wouldn’t hurt to have a little more fun.” Cereza offered nonchalantly. Jeanne shook her head furiously.
“No, you saw what he said, what if he has cameras or something?”
“Jeanne.”
“What?”
“Let’s have some more fun.” She sat on the edge of the pool table and pulled her lover in between her legs. “Anyways, you owe me.”