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Jessie’s never been this excited for the end of summer before.
Growing up, she’d always cherished being free from school. She’d spent long summer evenings trying to keep up with her older brother. It’s a time of her life she looks back on fondly. Then in college, summer had meant a reduced load of courses and more time to hang out with her teammates. There had been unofficial practices and lots of fitness to be done, but Jessie had found it more relaxing then any other time of the year. Now that she’s playing in England, summer also brings respite from the relentless pace of games every weekend with cup matches squeezed in between.
This summer had been a little different though. She’d enjoyed it of course. She’d gotten to represent her country which was always an incredible honor. And she had managed some much-needed rest. It’s just that summer meant that their divergent responsibilities had dragged her little family in different directions. Magda and Pernille had tried to be there for Jessie as much as possible, but they’d spent more time apart then together in the past few months. Especially during the Euros.
Now that summer is winding down, it’s time for all three of them to refocus on Chelsea’s up coming season. Best of all, it means that they’re back to spending almost every day with each other and most nights as well. Particularly leading up to the Women’s International Champions Cup.
The plan is for the team to make the long trip over to the US tomorrow morning. Jessie’s not exactly looking forward to multiple long flights, but at least she’ll get to be with Magda and Pernille. And all her other friends on Chelsea as well.
Because Jessie finally feels comfortable calling some of her teammate’s true friends. She’s no longer an outsider in a strange country being tolerated by strangers. Despite her unique relationship and her newfound propensity to occasionally behave more like a four-year-old than a twenty-four-year-old, she’s accepted. Even well liked. She has people who love her. Magda and Pernille foremost among them but also some of the others.
So yeah, unlike in years past, Jessie’s actually thrilled that summer is ending. It means she’ll get to go back to hanging out with her family. Not to mention, she’s more then ready to go back to winning trophies. This miniature international club cup may not be the most prestigious, but Jessie still thinks it’ll be a good place to start.
Because Magda is a bit of a worrywart sometimes, they’ve basically been packed and ready to go for three days. Despite that, there still seems to be an endless list of things that need to be accomplished before their flight. It’s just a bit stressful, making sure then things like mail and house sitters and bills are all taken care of.
It’s all making Jessie feel a bit out of her depth. She’s not really all that accustomed to this sort of mundane tasks. In college, a lot of this sort of thing had been taken care of for them. She’d had to worry about doing well in her classes and on the field, but other then that, everything else was done by staff.
Luckily for Jessie, Magda and Pernille are far more experienced with this sort of minutia. They’ve been professional athletes for years and are used to having to transition between countries for varying periods of time. Magda makes lists that she then promptly misplaces while Pernille fondly shakes her head and reminds the Swede that they can always buy toothpaste if they somehow forget it. It’s actually pretty adorable to watch the two older women go through what’s clearly a familiar routine. Especially because they’re going out of their way to make Jessie feel included.
Jessie happily takes over responsibility of packing all three of their kit bags, trying to sort out who’s Chelsea gear is who’s. She does blush quite a lot when her advice is solicited about what sort of intimate things they should bring. Magda does too though so ultimately the task is left to Pernille. The Dane, rolling her eye in pretend exasperation, calmly packs a few of their favorites. Their adjustable harness and a couple of different straps that fit it. A pair of handcuffs that Magda loves to see the other women wear and a couple of Ping-Pong paddles that seem totally innocent but make Jessie turn crimson when she remembers how they’ve been put to use warming her behind.
Magda laughs of course and then proceeds to chase Jessie around the house with one, laughing like a maniac. Jessie dodges, sliding around on socked feet giggling madly all the while. In the end, Pernille catches her around the waist, holding her in place while Magda closes in.
Luckily for Jessie’s rear, the Swede gets distracted by the sight of the little midfielder pinned against Pernille. The paddle drops to the ground forgotten as Magda kisses Jessie senseless instead. Pernille laughs happily before using her still firm grip on Jessie to propel all three of them upstairs and to bed.
Packing can wait.
When Jessie wakes up she’s alone in their bed. It’s dark out, meaning she’s probably been sleeping for at least a few hours. All three of them had settled down for a nap after trading a round of orgasms and laughter. Jessie had fallen asleep in her favorite positioned; sandwiched between her girlfriends’ strong bodies.
Peering around the shadowed room, Jessie’s unable to locate either Magda or Pernille. She huffs softly in annoyance. She’d been half hoping they could go another round or two tonight. She presses her legs together feeling a combination of slight soreness and lingering wetness. She’d definitely like a little more attention down there.
Briefly, Jessie considers taking care of the urge herself. It would feel good, touching her pussy. But even though Magda and Pernille hadn’t explicitly told her not to masturbate, doing it without there permission seems kinda naughty. Of course, the idea that it’d be forbidden kinda makes Jessie want to do it more. She wouldn’t mind if one of her girlfriends caught her. Or even better, if they found her and punished her for being bad.
Jessie shifts beneath the sheet. Even naked under the light cover, she’s too warm. She kicks the fabric off, letting the slightly cooler air of the bedroom bathe her skin. The rooms large windows are open, probably courtesy of Pernille who loves fresh air at night.
Guiltily eyeing the door, Jessie sucks on two of her fingers briefly. Once they’re sufficiently wet, she uses the digits to play with one of her nipples. Her breasts are littered with light marks, a product of Magda and Pernille staking a territorial claim. Jessie presses the darkest of them, gasping silently at the slight ache. Once Jessie’s worked her nipple into a hard peak she switches to her other breast, giving it equal attention.
Still daydreaming about Magda and Pernille walking in on her, Jessie moans. Maybe they’ll hear her? She’d try to be louder but she’s just a little too self-conscious to let herself be that unrestrained in her passion.
When neither of her lovers appear, Jessie lets her hand wander lower. She spreads her legs wide, wantonly putting herself on display. She shivers slightly in combination embarrassment and arousal as her fingers glance over her clit. It’s already so hard and sensitive. Pernille’s mouth had seen to that. The Dane had licked and sucked, worshiping between Jessie’s legs until the Canadian had been totally overwhelmed. Apparently, the nap had given Jessie time to recover despite her earlier orgasms.
As her tension builds and builds, Jessie allows her fingers to move faster. She circles her clit, keeping the pressure light and enjoying the slight edge of discomfort. Unless she slows down and teases herself more, this isn’t going to take long at all.
Checking the entrance again and still finding it empty, Jessie tries to decide what to do. Touching herself without telling Magda and Pernille is already probably pushing it. If she cums without them…
Before Jessie can make up her mind, she hears something downstairs.
Instantly she freezes. What was that? Jessie tilts her head, listening with all her might to see if the noise is repeated. After a long second, there it is again. It’s not loud enough for her to identify, but she knows she’s not imagining things now.
Her orgasm forgotten about at least for now, Jessie springs out of bed. She’s not quite confident enough to go investigating while naked so she pillages Magda’s side of the closet for something to wear. Pulling on an oversized shirt and making sure it’s long enough to provide coverage, Jessie quietly slips out of the room. At the top of the stairs she pauses again.
There it is again! The noise, a groan maybe? It’s clearer now that she’s closer. Tentatively she heads down the stairs, clinging to the wall like it’s some sort of safety blanket.
She pauses at the front door, making sure it’s still locked. She’s got a decent guess of what she’s going to find but that doesn’t mean she’s not going to make sure that nobodies broken in or something. Finding everything as it should be, Jessie redirects for the kitchen.
The door is partially open so she nudges it further, peering inside curiously.
The first thing she sees is Pernille’s naked back. The Dane has her hair pulled up in a neat ponytail so Jessie has an unobstructed view of the graceful neck transitioning into muscular shoulders and a flared waist. Pernille’s lower half is mostly bare too so Jessie’s eyes dart over her corded thighs and rounded glutes. Her ass in particular looks phenomenal. Probably because it’s neatly outlined by inch thick black straps.
It’s the strap-on they’d been discussing packing earlier. Jessie’s almost certain of that. What the midfielder is surprised by is the fact that Pernille’s the one wearing it. It’s normally Magda who gets strapped up. Less frequently Pernille will put it on so she can fuck Jessie’s brains out.
But it’s not Jessie who’s getting fucked right now.
As Pernille's body shifts to accommodate her forceful thrusting, Jessie can just make out another blonde head and strong body.
She can’t hold back a gasp as she realizes that Magda is currently splayed halfway over the kitchen countertop with her legs spread as Pernille hammers into her from behind with the strap-on.
As Jessie watches, Pernille tightens a hand in the Swede’s hair, pressing Magda’s face more firmly into the granite. The Chelsea captain’s eyes are squeezed shut and her mouth hanging open as she takes the almost punishing fucking.
Pernille swivels her hips slightly and Jessie finds out what the noise she’d been hearing was. Its Magda half groaning and half crying out as Pernille destroys her.
Jessie’s jaw drops. She’d known that Magda occasionally likes to submit. Honestly, Pernille loves to tease the taller woman about it gently from time to time. Jessie’s even witnessed the way that Magda will go soft and pliant for Pernille. She’d just… never imagined that the dynamic could look like this.
Magda’s almost completely limp, unable to hold herself up because Pernille’s got the Swede’s arms wrenched behind her back and pinned. Each forward motion of Pernille’s hips drives Magda forward, rocking her up onto her tiptoes and forcing her pelvis against the edge of the counter with what must be uncomfortable force.
Magda is very certainly not complaining though. At every opportunity she’s pressing her ass back, presenting herself wantonly to Pernille.
Jessie feels almost faint. Probably from all of her blood rushing south to between her legs. They look so beautiful together like this. Pernille a harsh armature of intensity and Magda melting before her. Jessie can’t help but watch, eager to see what will happen. Surely Magda can’t take much more?
As if in response to the Canadian’s thought, Magda’s suddenly speaking. The Swede gasps out between panting breathes, “please, please let me…”
Whatever Magda is begging for is lost in the cacophony of gasps as Pernille briefly doubles her pace. Magda’s poised, trembling, until the Dane just as abruptly slows to her previous rhythm.
“No.” Pernille orders. “You’ll wait to come until I give you permission or I’ll stop right now.”
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” Magda begs. “I’ll be good, promise. Just please let me come, I’m so close. Please! Please, ma’am, I can’t wait.”
“Enough of that,” Pernille says icily.
Jessie’s never heard Pernille be so harsh! Even when she’s got Jessie kneeling for her, the Dane is always gentle with her commands. Magda and Pernille have both punished Jessie far more gently then what’s currently happening.
Jessie would be almost concerned if not for how beautifully Magda reacts to the ironclad orders. That and the fact that she can just make out Pernille’s thumb tenderly stroking the back of the defender’s neck.
Like a moth drawn to flame, Jessie inches closer. She wants a better angle to see what’s happening. By sliding along the wall just inside the door she’s able to make out that Magda’s arms are bound with a length of rough looking rope from wrist to elbow. It forces her shoulders to be pulled back in what can’t be a comfortable position. It also means that the Swede has no way to hold herself up. She’s forced to let her weight rest completely on her chest.
Both blondes are sweat slickened and breathing hard. Pernille from exertion and Magda from arousal alone apparently. Or maybe from having to work to hold herself in position in the wake of Pernille’s pounding.
Suddenly Magda’s gasping breaths turn into plaintive cries. She starts shuddering in a way that can only mean that orgasm is imminent. Jessie waits, eager to see the culmination of this incredible interchange.
Only suddenly Pernille's hips stop. The Dane actually laughs softly at Magda’s dismayed cries. She stays motionless, even as Magda frantically tries to fuck herself back against the strap on.
“Pernille please!” Magda begs.
Pernille, who’d already been still, is suddenly completely frozen. Voice icy, she asks, “what was that?”
Magda, apparently realizing she’s miss-stepped, rushes to correct her mistake. “Ma’am. I’m sorry. Please, I didn’t mean…”
“Impertinent brat,” Pernille says impassively stepping back.
As the strap-on is pulled out, Magda’s pleading takes on a desolate note. She keeps repeating the honorific and goes so far as to widen her stance slightly. She doesn’t stand up though or in any other way move from where Pernille had left her sprawled.
Jessie’s gifted with the view of Magda’s dripping pussy. The Swede’s thighs are a mess of arousal too, showing clearly that this scene has been going on for a while.
Pernille fists the wet dildo in her hand, spreading Magda’s lubrication all the way down to the base. It’s larger then the one the couple typically uses on Jessie and as red as Denmark’s flag. When Pernille is satisfied with how slick the silicone is she steps forward. She slides the toy between Magda’s ass cheeks while using both hands to press them together.
Magda’s voice breaks and her begging dies off. She’s not pulling away at all though. If anything, as Jessie watches, the Swede moves with Pernille, making the pantomimed fucking smoother.
Jessie’s captivated by the way the red color contrasts with the pale skin of her captain’s ass. She can’t help but wonder where Pernille’s going to take this.
Voice like dark chocolate, Pernille says, “what do you think love?”
Magda’s shoulder’s hitch. She looks… nervous? In a tentative voice she says, “whatever you want ma’am?”
“Good answer,” Pernille murmurs. “It is tempting. It’s been so long since I’ve played with your pretty ass, hasn’t it?”
Magda’s shoulder’s twitch again but she doesn’t otherwise make any reply.
“You’d love it, if I fucked you here,” the Dane declares.
Pernille’s hand disappears from Jessie’s view but she’s got a pretty good idea of where Magda’s being touched. Magda makes a wordless cry, half whine and half groan.
“I suppose I shouldn’t though.” Pernille says thoughtfully, “we’ve got a long trip tomorrow and I wouldn’t want you to be sore. Even if you’d love every second, you dirty girl.”
“Please…” Magda gasps.
“Please what?” Pernille orders.
“Anything, please ma’am. Just more!”
After another long pause, Pernille tilts her head slightly to the side. Jessie can just make out a mischievous smile flirting at the edge of the striker’s lips.
“Jessie baby, do you want to give me a hand?”
Jessie freezes. From her place across the room, she’s pretty sure that Magda stops breathing. The Swede’s eyes, which had been clenched shut this whole time, fly open. The defender goes to lift her head off the counter to turn to look behind her but Pernille intervenes, using a firm hand on Magda’s neck to hold her in place.
“Jessie?” Pernille repeats.
Jessie fancies that Pernille’s tone is gentler with her. Commanding to be sure, but not so cold.
Realizing she better do something before it’s her ass on the line, Jessie says, “whatever you need… ma’am.”
She’d tagged the honorific on uncertainly, not wanting to risk inciting Pernille’s ire.
“You don’t have to call me ma’am Jessie. Magda’s only required to do so sometimes because it makes her so wet. Doesn’t it pet?”
Magda moans almost brokenly but admits hesitantly, “yes ma’am.”
“Good girl,” Pernille praises. “There’s no need to be embarrassed by the fact that you’re sometimes desperate to submit. Not when you do it so prettily for me.”
Magda’s wide eyes find Jessie’s momentarily before she slams them shut again. She does look embarrassed. Almost ashamed?
Jessie doesn’t want that. Not when Magda and Pernille have both been so amazingly accepting of her. When they’ve been incredible about giving her anything and everything she needs. Crossing the kitchen her bare feet slapping softly against the cold tile, Jessie pauses next to the older women.
Pernille’s still pressed in close to Magda but she’s motionless again, waiting to see what Jessie’s going to do.
Looking to Pernille first to make sure it’s okay, Jessie reaches out a tentative hand and lays it on one of Magda’s broad shoulders. The straining muscles tremble slightly but otherwise their captain doesn’t respond.
Jessie’s eyes dart to the way the course rope twined around Magda’s arms is digging into the Swede’s skin. She lets her fingers trace over it, gasping slightly when the bound woman twitches in response.
Curiosity overcoming her nerves, Jessie asks, “doesn’t this hurt?”
“Only temporarily,” Pernille replies. “I’d never do anything that could damage her.”
“See that knot?” Pernille asks, indicating something near one of Magda’s hands. “All she has to do is pull on that strand and the whole thing will come undone. Plus, I’ve got scissors right there. Just in case.”
Jessie hums thoughtfully, tugging gently on one of Magda’s wrists to try and get a better look at the intricate ropework. Her move has the unintended effect of forcing both of the Swede’s arms back and causing Magda to moan loudly.
Releasing her hold in surprise, Jessie whispers, “sorry.”
“You don’t have to be sorry. Magda’s just a little sensitive right now. I’ve been edging her for ages.” Mischievously, Pernille asks, “do you want to help me get her off? Or do you think I should make her wait longer?”
Every muscle and sinew in Magda’s body looks tense, but she doesn’t say anything. Jessie realizes that Magda would really let Pernille keep teasing her as long as she’d like.
Deciding to be bold, Jessie says, “maybe you shouldn’t let her come at all tonight. Maybe you should make her wait until we’re in Portland.”
Pernille laughs, totally ignoring Magda opening eyes now gone wide and dismayed.
“I have to say, I’m impressed! I didn’t know you had it in you Jessie.”
“Ma’am…” Magda pleads.
“Hush,” Pernille lands a light smack on the meat of Magda’s ass. To Jessie, the Dane says, “if we make her wait that long she’s going to be a mess. She’ll be whiny all day and even if we put something in her needy pussy she’ll probably soak through her underwear. It is tempting though…”
Jessie pretty sure she’s currently a mess. She hadn’t bothered with underwear before she snuck downstairs so her own wetness is free to slowly spread between her thighs.
Deciding she doesn’t really want Magda to have to wait even if it sounds insanely hot, Jessie adds, “or you could show me how hard you can make her come right now?”
Magda seems to like that idea, though she bites her own tongue so she doesn’t say anything. Clearly, she doesn’t want to give Pernille any reason to delay her pleasure.
“I could…” Pernille drawls. “Maybe Magda should make herself useful first though. Do you want her to use her mouth on you Jessie? We could see how well she can focus.”
Instantly, Jessie finds that she loves the idea. She’s very aware of how good the Swede is with her tongue and getting off sounds amazing right now. Even if she hasn’t been masterfully edged like Magda.
“Yes please,” Jessie says trying not to sound too eager.
Pernille doesn’t comment, instead instructing, “up on the counter then. Magda’s a bit tied up at the moment so you’ll have to go to her.”
With muscles that tremble slightly in anticipation, Jessie carefully maneuvers herself to sit on the counter next to Magda. It’s a little awkward, but eventually she manages to get herself positioned with legs spread on either side of the Swede’s head.
Pernille helps, grasping Magda by her loose hair and pulling her into position.
To Jessie’s pleasure, Magda doesn’t hold back. She licks at the Canadian’s cunt with abundant enthusiasm though a little less than her normal finesse. Jessie can’t blame Magda for her distraction though. Pernille has repositioned the dildo to tease at Magda’s pussy. Jessie is treated to a perfect view of the Dane’s bare torso. She’s particularly captivated by the way Pernille’s abdominal muscles tense as she slowly starts to fuck Magda. Even better, every time the striker rocks into Magda from behind, the Swede’s face is pressed further between Jessie’s legs.
The faster Pernille moves the faster Magda works her mouth. Jessie’s panting with pleasure when suddenly the tongue lapping at her clit pauses.
Grabbing for Magda’s hair, Jessie murmurs, “come on Magda, don’t stop.”
Eyebrows raising slightly, Pernille again pauses her thrusting and warns, “if you don’t get Jessie off, you don’t get to come love.”
“Sorry ma’am,” Magda mumbles, voice muffled against Jessie.
“It’s not me who you need to apologize to.”
Tilting her head to the side and kissing Jessie’s inner thigh tenderly, Magda says, “sorry Jessie.”
“It’s okay Magda,” Jessie reassures. “I know you’re trying to be good.”
Unwilling to let the Swede off so easily, Pernille orders, “do better.”
Jessie frowns slightly, worried suddenly that Pernille’s being too harsh on the other woman. She’s reassured when Magda gives a full body shiver and sets to work with renewed vigor. It also helps that from her perch on the counter, Jessie can see the love shining in Pernille’s eyes. Just because the Dane is in the middle of demeaning and controlling Magda, doesn’t mean she loves or treasures her less.
Relaxing back into her own pleasure, Jessie keeps her hands occupied playing with Magda’s hair. She scrapes her nails into the Swede’s scalp hard enough she’s almost worried she’ll draw blood. The defender’s not complaining though. She moans against Jessie whenever the Canadian pulls particularly hard.
Pernille’s sweating again and Jessie stares as beads of it drip slowly down her torso only to eventually drop onto Magda’s back or bound arms. Pernille’s core must be burning but she doesn’t stop or slow.
Jessie’s having to fight hard to hold back her own orgasm. She quivers with it, feeling it build low in her stomach. She wants to let go. Wants to cum all over Magda’s face. But also, she’s not ready to give in yet. She knows it’ll be better if she waits. And the longer she manages to maintain control, the longer Magda’s going to have to.
In what’s practically a masterclass, Pernille is carefully alternating the speed and depths of her thrusts to keep Magda right on the edge. Any time the Swede starts to get closer to actually getting off, Pernille slows to a crawl. When the wave passes and Magda settles back down, the Dane picks it up again. It’s a pattern that is repeated over and over again and will continue to happen until Jessie alters the paradigm.
Finally, when Magda gives a particularly sharp nip to her clit, Jessie can’t take it anymore. Orgasm take over control of her senses, causing her legs to lock around Magda’s head. Her heels dig into the defender’s ribs in a manner that would probably be painful if Magda was in any sort of shape to feel pain.
She’s not though. Because Pernille, realizing that Jessie has peaked, finally stops prolonging the inevitable. It’s easy for the Dane to push Magda past the brink. All she really needs to do is keep the fast pace just a little longer. To help further, Pernille slips a hand down around Magda’s waist and between her legs.
Friction from Pernille’s fingers on her clit while she uses the strap to relentlessly target Magda’s G-spot is the final straw. Voice taking on a desperate edge, Magda pleads over and over again for permission to come. She switches between languages randomly, words coming interspersed with frequent almost broken sounding moans.
Not pausing her torment, Pernille asks Jessie, “what do you think? Does she deserve it?”
Jessie, still busy rocking her pussy against Magda’s face, rushes to agree in the affirmative.
“Yes!” She gasps as her cunt clenches. “Let her come ma’am. She’s been such a good girl. So patient. Such a talented tongue.”
Panting a laugh, Pernille jerks her hips forward harder. “Okay pet. Since Jessie’s pleased, you can come. You’ve got fifteen seconds, then I’m going to stop regardless of if you’ve gotten off or not.”
Voice snapping in time with her thrust, Pernille starts to count down. She’s just made it to eleven when Magda breaks.
“Not even four seconds. I think that’s a record pretty girl,” Pernille teases.
For her part, Magda is insensible. She doesn’t respond because she’s far too distracted by her orgasm. From the looks of things, it’s a good one. Jessie’s still feeling faint flutters of her own pleasure. Her clit is oversensitive again but she rubs it against Magda’s gasping face anyway, mostly because it seems like the Swede loves it.
The instant Magda had reached orgasm, Pernille had switched from merciless to tender. She keeps the dildo moving inside of Magda but she does it carefully with smooth, long strokes meant to wring every last drop of pleasure out of the defender. Even as Magda is lost in pleasure, Pernille is tugging the strand of rope to unbind her. By the time the Swede is starting to return to her senses, Pernille is busy gently rubbing Magda’s wrists and arms, helping circulation to return.
Jessie, wanting to help but unable to reach that far, settles for stroking the sweaty hair out of Magda’s face. As the blond calms further, Jessie tugs gently so that Magda’s head is pillowed on her thigh. Her girlfriend’s gasping breath hitting her between the legs is arousing but Jessie’s pretty sure she's done for the night. Her body aches sweetly. Based on how Magda’s collapsed against her and the counter, she’s certain the Swede is equally spent.
Hesitantly, Jessie looks to Pernille, noting how her pupils are still dilated with arousal. She reaches fingers out, planning on catching one of the Dane’s nipples. Pernille catches her hand instead, kissing her palm softly.
“What about you?” Jessie asks.
“I’m alright,” Pernille murmurs. “Help me take care of our sweet captain.”
Bracing Magda carefully against the counter, Pernille finally pulls out. The sight of the copious wetness on the red silicon is enough to make Jessie wonder briefly if she maybe has a little more in her then she’d thought. Just the idea of Magda being that wet is almost enough. But no, Magda’s clearly all fucked out and Pernille had asked for assistance.
Between the two of them they carefully maneuver Magda off the counter and upright. Getting the defender up the stairs is more of a trial. Magda doesn’t resist the manhandling but she’s also not really helping. She’s quiet too. Jessie would almost think that she was asleep except her eyes are wide open and slightly glassy.
When they finally make it to the bedroom, Pernille gives up trying to get Magda to walk entirely. Instead she picks her up bridal style and carries her the last few steps. The Swede is deposited on the bed.
“I’m going to get us water,” Pernille says. “Stay with her.”
Jessie’s happy to obey. She climbs in next to Magda and sooths her with hands and whispered endearments when the defender moves restlessly seeing Pernille leave.
“She’ll be right back love,” Jessie promises repeatedly. “You did such a good job. You were so pretty for us.”
Magda relaxes slightly, looking to Jessie with a trusting if slightly lost expression.
Pernille’s back soon enough and holding a water bottle to Magda’s lips.
“Drink,” she orders.
Magda drinks until Pernille is satisfied. Jessie sips water too because one, she’s pretty thirsty, and two, she’s not about to disobey Pernille when the Dane’s voice has that particular note of command.
Setting the bottle aside, Pernille repositions, moving over Magda and pressing the Swede firmly into the bed. Magda lets it happen, seeming to lose the last visage of tension as Pernille’s body weight settles completely onto her.
Jessie grabs the covers, pulling them up over their sweaty bodies. She curls into their sides, tucking her face against Magda’s neck. One of the Swede’s hands comes up and fists in her hair.
In a voice more timid than Jessie’s ever heard from the older woman, Magda murmurs, “was that, was I alright Jess?”
Jessie nuzzles further into Magda, pressing her lips firmly against slightly salty skin.
“You were perfection love.”
Pernille, sounding more her normal self, explains, “Magda’s been just a little worried you wouldn’t want her like this.”
“Oh,” Jessie exclaims, surprised.
Looking at her girlfriend’s tired if slightly nervous expression, Jessie tries to be as reassuring as possible.
“I’ll always want you Magda. Did you really think I'd judge you? Me?”
Biting her lip, Magda says voice rough, “not really? I’m being silly I know. After this sort of stuff I always get a little…”
“Sensitive,” Pernille puts in.
Magda blushes but nods slightly.
“That’s okay,” Jessie reassures. “Pernille and I love you to the ends of the earth. We’ll take care of you for as long as you need.”
Sighing softly, Magda closes her eyes. She looks absolutely exhausted.
Pernille, glancing at the clock on the bedside table suggests, “we should all probably sleep. We’ll have to get up soon to finish getting ready to leave.” Nudging Magda fondly, she adds, “this one will want to go through her silly lists one more time.”
“’not silly,” Magda mutters sulkily, clearly already half asleep.
Giggling, Jessie wriggles slightly so she’s in a more comfortable position to sleep.
“Thank you both, for letting me see that. And for, um…” Jessie’s voice fades.
“Letting you use Magda’s wonderful tongue to get off?” Pernille asks, sounding amused.
“Yes that,” Jessie confirms.
Pernille, stroking various places on Magda’s naked body says, “no it’s me who should be thanking you Jess. Thank you for accepting us, and loving us.”
“Always,” Jessie promises.
“Always,” Pernille confirms.