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It’s unusual that the yellowjackets don’t know what to do with their freetime. As a bunch of assassin's they rarely have time to chill in their line of work. They had a movie night yesterday, their favorite bar is closed for remodeling, and none of the girls are feeling particularly adventurous when it comes to trying a new place.
Natalie swirls her second beer around, watching the little bubbles float in the mini vortex. “We should play a drinking game.”
“What are we, in college again?” Lottie mocks from the other side of the couch, nursing her first glass of red wine. Normally she’d jump at the chance to play a drinking game, but tonight she just wanted to get stupid drunk by herself in her room, more specifically not around Natalie.
She’s had a lot of thoughts these past few months, but none more so vexing than Natalie. She doesn’t understand why her thoughts are constantly occupied by the blonde. She doesn’t understand why Natalie fascinates her so much. She doesn’t understand how she can watch Natalie all day and never get tired of cataloguing the little things she does with her mouth as she works. She isn’t used to not knowing things, so it’s rather infuriating that she can’t figure out the enigma that is Natalie Scatorccio.
“I dunno. I’ve never played one before. They didn't really appeal to me. All the parties I've been to I was either getting high or hooking up or you know killing people.” Nat downs the last few sips and sets the bottle down on the table, spinning it and wiggling her eyebrows as it lands on Lottie.
“You’ve never played a drinking game?” Van asks incredulously.
“I know how to play the normal ones. I’ve just never played them.” Nat messes with her rings, twirling them round and round on her thumb, looking up from her hands to see the group looking at her.
Lottie stares, transfixed by the way the rings slide up and down Natalie's slim fingers as the shorter girls fidgets, and gulps down another mouthful of wine.
“Oh we are playing them all tonight and we are getting WASTED!” Vam shouts excitedly, racing into the kitchen to pull the best bottles of alcohol.
“I don’t know guys, it might not be the best idea to get that drunk,” Jackie states, always the worrier about hangovers combined with the fact they have a hit tomorrow.
“Nah, it’ll be fun. Won’t it Lot?” Nat locks eyes, catching Lottie in the act of staring.
“Y-yeah, I guess so. I mean, why wouldn’t it be?” she stutters. She has a million and one reasons why it might not be fun, all of them starting with Nat- and ending with -alie.
At least if she has to sit through truth or dare, she’ll have some hard liquor to go with it.
Van returns a few minutes later with 6 different types of alcohol, shot glasses, a jenga tower, and soda for people who want to make it a bit more interesting. “Let me just-” She reaches past Tai to grab Nat's empty beer bottle.
Nat grins like a maniac, clearly ready to get trashed.
Something they both have in common.
Maybe this’ll be good for Lottie. Maybe this will give her some sort of insight to how Nat’s brain works. Maybe it’s her own brain she needs to figure out and not Nat’s, not that she’d admit that.
Van snaps Lottie back to reality as she starts to explain how to play her game. “Since Natty has never played a single drinking game, I thought we’d play them all tonight in one big mashup. When it’s your turn, you pick truth or dare. If you choose dare, you pull a block from the jenga tower and do whatever it says, no matter what. Don’t worry, there’s nothing illegal on them. If you collapse the tower, you have to do a double shot. If you choose truth, you spin the bottle and the person it lands on gets to ask you a question, but if you decide you don’t want to answer the question, you take a shot and leave the room, and we get to decide whether you get slapped or kissed by the person the bottle landed on."
“Since it’s just us ladies, should we maybe leave that part out?” Lottie shifts her eyes nervously to Natalie, only to find she’s already looking at her.
Van lets out a roar of laughter. “I don’t have a problem kissing anyone here-”
“Neither do I!” Shauna interrupts.
Everyone else in the circle nod their heads confirming they don't mind.
“-and I know Nat doesn’t. It’s part of the fun! Unless you have a problem…”
Lottie blushes at the thought of Nat kissing someone, specifically her, and takes a few deep breaths to try and cool her face off. “N-no, I don’t. There’s n-no problem.” She chugs the last one third of her wine. “Let’s do this. Who goes first?”
Everyone gathers around the jenga tower set up on the floor, Lottie across from Nat, and Van across from Tai. Shauna by Van's side while Jackie slumps over to Tai's side.
Laura Lee sits in the corner deciding not to participate. Off in her own world playing on her psp.
“Nat, I believe you have the honor?” Van instructs Natalie to go.
She grins, swiveling from side to side to look at everyone before shouting, “Dare!”
She wiggles her fingers, thinking about where to pull a brick from before selecting one fairly close to the bottom of the tower, carefully extracting it.
Lottie can’t help but notice how nimble her fingers are, and that gets her thinking about other things that agility would be good for. she can't help but think about how many people those hands have killed. She turns around and grabs a can of pepsi, popping the tab, and pouring it into a tumbler, aggressively mixing in several shots of vodka.
“Ooh, Lottie’s getting wild,” Jackie says through a laugh. “Nat, what does your dare say?”
“Speak in another language until your next turn.”
Jackie raises an eyebrow. “What if you don’t know another language?”
“Then you’d take a shot and not speak until your next turn,” Van answers.
“Fortunatamente, parlo italiano." Natalie smirks.
“You speak Italian?” Lottie’s mouth falls open. It surprises her, but it makes perfect sense that Natalie Scatorccio knows Italian, after all her family does come from Sardinia.
Van and Shauna both talk at the same time, directed at Lottie, in shock because of how bad her French is. “You speak Italian?”
“Uh, yeah. I picked it up in college after high school French. I’m more interested in Nat though,” then realizing how that sounded, “I mean, in when she learned Italian.”
“Beh, considerando che i miei nonni venivano dall'Italia, mi hanno insegnato!” Nat announces like duh obviously.
"Lottie, what did she say?” Shauna asks as Van pulls out her phone to verify Lottie’s translation.
“She said her grandparents taught her.” Lottie rings her hands subtly. It’s cliche, but Italian is such a turn on for her.
Van nods, tossing her phone to Shauna. “Lottie’s right!”
Nat winks at Lottie. “Venire qui spesso ?”
Come here often?
Lottie giggles remembering that that was the same pick up line Nat used on Lottie all those years ago back in highschool and then realising she was still ringing her hands together awkwardly hid them behind her hand.
“I think we all got that one.” Tai laughs. “I’d know that line anywhere, I hear it often enough. I’m next to pick, right?” She thinks for a moment before choosing. “Truth.” The bottle lands on Van.
“What’s the best date you’ve ever been on?”
“Probably that one time in high school where this girl I liked took me to an observatory. I haven’t dated much since, that might be because that girl is still smoking hot.” She leans back, stretching her legs out with a grin and a wink towards a flushed Tai. “Your turn, Lot.”
“Dare.” She doesn’t need to think twice, and doesn’t want to take a chance on Nat asking her something she doesn’t want to answer. She removes a brick closer to the top, never one for taking chances in this game. “Shot and a kiss.” She happily gulps down her mixed drink, letting the bubbliness wash over her.
“Baciami, parlo italiano.”
Kiss me, I speak Italian.
Lottie blinks slowly and clenches her fists, disguising the shiver that runs down her spine, hoping Natalie didn’t catch it.
Nat did, nothing slips past her. She makes intense eye contact with Lottie, practically purring, "L'italiano ti eccita, Lottie?”
Lottie blushes bright red, shakily taking a sip from her glass.
“What was that?” Jackie looks from Nat who has a satisfied smirk on her face, to Lottie who is desperately avoiding Nat’s gaze.
Lottie clears her throat. “She just said I should have told her I spoke Italian sooner.” It’s a flat out lie and she knows they didn’t buy it, but she’ll never tell them what Natalie actually said.
Does Italian turn you on, Lottie?
Nat’s uncanny ability to pick up on subtleties always astounds her.
Lottie looks at Nat out of the corner of her eye. She is frowning, brow furrowed, and obviously displeased Lottie didn’t translate it correctly.
Lottie quickly pecks Shauna on the lips to end her turn. “Okay, uh Shauna, truth or dare?”
“Dare, girl I want to drink.” The wooden brick instructs Shauna to do a shot for every person playing. five shots not including herself. Jackie watches Shauna down all the shots knowing they'll be staying over at Lottie's tonight whether they want to or not.“Any last Italian words, Nat?”
“Non ora ,” she says with a shake of her head and a glance at Lottie.
Not now.
“And with that, you have completed your first dare,” Van says.
Nat bows at the waist, gesturing dramatically. “I choose truth.” She spins the bottle and it lands on Jackie.
“What did you say to Lottie that made her blush so hard?” Jackie says with a smirk on her lips.
Lottie jerks her head up from her drink that she’d been staring at, eyes going wide. Nat wouldn’t answer that, would she? It obviously embarrassed her and Natalie has never been the type of person to humiliate people on purpose, but she does like seeing Lottie flustered. She guesses it’ll depend on how revealing Nat is feeling.
Nat pours herself a shot of Fireball and downs it without so much as a reaction.
“Slap or kiss! Slap or kiss!” Van and Jackie chant.
“Natalie Scatorccio!” Van shouts, “Leave the room, so we may decide your fate.”
Nat looks scandalized at the outburst from the two women, before she swaggers out of the living room.
“I don’t want to slap her,” Jackie says adamantly. "I do" Tai speaks up they look at her for a second Jackie continues. “But I really wanted to know what she said!”
Lottie chokes slightly, coughing loudly. “That means you’re going to kiss her.” She doesn’t know if she can watch them kiss.
“Mhm. Oh Natty!” Jackie calls sweetly, standing up, and beckoning her back in.
Jackie steps up to her, eyes flickering down to Nat’s lips before leaning in and planting a closed mouth kiss on her lips.
Lottie squeezes her glass until her knuckles turn white, downing the rest of the drink in one go, a jolt going straight to her stomach at the sight of Jackie’s hand cupping Nat’s cheek. Their kiss seems to go on forever, but in reality it only lasted three seconds or so.
They separate with a loud pop from Nat and she flops to the ground.
Jackie fans her face, pretending to be flustered. “Woah. Lott, you better jump Nat before someone else does because damn that was a good kiss.”
Lottie narrows her eyes. “Are you hitting on her for me?”
“Are you admitting you want to hit on me?” Nat shoots back quickly, laughing at the horrified expression on Lottie’s face.
“No!” She ducks her head, pouring herself a shot of vodka. She said that entirely too fast.
Jackie picks dare, but the jenga brick she pulls ends up being more of a dare for everyone because it directs everyone who has kissed a member of the same gender to take a shot for how many people they’ve kissed. It even included a handy chart. 1 shot for 1-5 people, 2 shots for 6-10, and 3 shots for 11 . Shauna, Jackie, Tai and Lottie do one shot, while Van and Nat do 3.
At this point Shauna and Van are sloppy drunks from doing shots and sipping mixed drinks between them. Jackie is trying her best to keep Shauna up and Tai is just looking fondly at Van.
Nat is in her ‘no-inhibition-happy-flowing-freely’ stage and has somehow managed to find a pencil and paper in their messy living room, scribbling lyrics, doodles, and other things Lottie won’t admit she doesn’t know. Lottie has landed somewhat roughly in between those two stages, though she’s still not able to relax. She hasn’t reached slurring yet, but isn’t sure whether she’ll remember tonight tomorrow.
The way Nat is currently holding the pencil to her mouth, teeth biting down on it gently as she thinks, is doing things to Lottie she doesn’t want to admit.
“Earth to Lottie Matthews!” Van shouts, waving a hand in front of her face. “It’s your turn, princess.”
“Frick, okay, uhh, dare.”
Nat tips her head. “She doesn’t even curse when she’s drunk!”
“I don’t curse. Well, okay no I have but its just not lady-like.” Lottie hiccups loudly.
“FUCK lady-like!” Nat laughs gleefully, changing positions so she can sit with her legs spread further apart, proving her point.
Lottie tries to concentrate, but her hand is shaking hard from all the alcohol, and the tower wobbles precariously. Her heart stops as she reads her dare. “7 minutes in heaven.” If her hand was shaky before, then this is like an earthquake.
As she reaches over to spin the bottle, she nearly launches it across the room. It seems like as the bottle slows down, her heart rate speeds up, until it stops completely and she can feel her heart pounding in her throat. This is what she was trying to avoid by picking dare.
It landed on Natalie.
She can see Natalie swallow thickly as her eyes roam Lottie’s body, gaze more consuming than Lottie has ever seen it.
Shauna whistles as Van cheers, confiscating their phones, and telling them that they will be collected when the 7 minutes are over.
Nat boldly grabs Lottie’s hand, lacing their fingers together, and leads her over to the coat closet, shoving her inside with a push to her back. Lottie clumsily pushes the coats and various yellowjackets equipment out of the way to make room for both of them as Nat shuts the door. They shift around, a hand brushes against Lottie’s chest, a knee slips between Natalie’s thighs, and then Lottie sighs loudly as she finds the string dangling from the light bulb.
The light blinks on, the hum of electricity and the in-out of their breath, the only sound.
Nat leans away from Lottie, pressing against the back wall of the closet for balance. “We don’t have to kiss, if you don’t want. S’not like they’d know the difference with how drunk they are.” Nat gestures with her head in the direction of the living room. “We can just talk, or… not.”
It is very cramped and very hot and they are very close.
Nat bites her lip, working it delicately between her teeth.
Without even knowing what she’s doing, Lottie brings her hand up to her own face, her fingers brushing over her lips as the memory of Nat and Jackie kissing floats into her mind. She can feel her pulse pounding in her entire body and is convinced Natalie can too. Why else would Nat be looking at her so strangely.
“But kissing might be nice, you can pretend I’m one of the many boys you have falling at your feet or something.” Natalie says references Lottie's long line of eligible bachelor's.
For whatever reason it makes Lottie mad. Madder than she’s been at Nat before. Almost madder than she’s been at anyone before, alcohol blowing everything out of proportion.
“Are you crazy?! Why would I want to think about someone else while I’m kissing you?!” Lottie takes a step closer. “What kind of a person does that?! Someone who doesn’t give a crap about the person they’re kissing, that’s who. Is that what you think I’m like?” She shoves a finger into Nat’s shoulder. “I’m not that kind of person! When I’m kissing you, I don’t want to think about anything other than you and the way you feel! Kissing should be about making the other person happy just as much as making yourself happy!” At some point after she started screeching, her face ended up only a few inches away from Nat’s. She briefly wonders if the other girls can hear her or if they're too inebriated to care.
She can feel Nat’s quick, shallow, breaths against her neck, a stark contrast to Lottie’s heavy breathing; can only imagine Nat’s heart is pounding as hard as hers is.
Lottie freezes, eyes darting all around Nat’s face, unsettled by Natalie’s unwavering eye contact. There’s something so...unnerving about the way Nat looks at her sometimes, as if she’s imagining the way you’d look screaming her name. It’s a quality exclusive to Nat, the way she can make you squirm with just one look. Lottie can’t take it anymore. She can’t take the constant worry, and wonder, and lack of understanding just how Natalie Scatorccio makes her feel so fucked .
Lottie pounces and it surprises her as much as it surprises Nat.
She slides both hands up into Nat’s hair, tugging her to her lips, kissing her open mouthed and sloppy. Nat doesn’t react at first, too stunned by something so unlike Lottie, but then she presses her body into Lottie’s. Yes. This is what she needed. Lottie’s back hits the door with a dull thud and she lets out a moan that’s punctuated with Nat’s tongue in her mouth. The way Natalie jumps right in has Lottie all worked up. With each stroke of tongue against tongue, she gets a little closer to understanding. Each caress maps her out. Each mark sucked into skin paints a clearer picture.
Nat is acting like Lottie is a nuclear charger ready to detonate and Nat is a weapon about to explode with just the slightest touch. It’s like nothing she’s ever experienced before. Lottie hastily pulls hair hair into a ponytail.
She has a theory about her, but all good theories have to be tested. She pushes Nat's leather jacket off her shoulders as she moves back. Frenzied hands find their way under Lottie’s shirt, caressing her stomach and hips. Nat is wearing her Death Spells shirt, the one she turned into a muscle tank with the unevenly cut arm holes that exposes the side of her bra… or at least it would if she was wearing one at the moment. Lottie runs her hand down the side of her breasts. Nat’s skin feels so creamy in comparison to her lightly calloused hands.
Nat moans out a high pitched, “Oh.” Spurred on by Lottie, she sucks a mark into her neck, teeth scraping and tongue licking.
Lottie moans breathily and shoves a leg between Nat’s, pressing her thigh upwards as payback. She feels so good, this feels so good. Nat grinds down with a sharp inhale and a growl. Hypothesis proved. Lottie tosses her head back against the door, using it to support her body as Nat hastily undoes the buttons on Lottie’s cute pink blouse and licks a line from her jaw to her chest, kissing the tops of each breast. Pressing her hips forward into Nat’s, Lottie searches for some relief from the building desire. She wishes she could communicate how wonderful Nat is, how hot and sexy and fucking Beautiful she is, but all Lottie can manage is a gasp that turns into a long moan as Natalie digs her fingernails into Lottie’s hips. Her fingers are gripping her so hard she’s sure they’ll leave bruises.
“Time’s up!” Shauna shouts, throwing the door open and screaming as Lottie comes crashing to the floor, Nat on top of her.
“Woahhhhhh,” Shauna draws out. “Lottie, that’s a new look.”
They stand up and Lottie glances down at herself. Hickies are peppered across the top of her breasts, shirt askew, and hair sticking out in every direction. She clumsily attempts to button up her shirt, addled by the many vodka shots. Nat, on the other hand, looks no more undone than normal, with the exception of her missing leather jacket and a couple of rings that she must've took off without Lottie noticing.
“Lottie, do ya see my jacket?” Nat looks back into the closest, coming up empty, might be under something.
Lottie grimaces sheepishly. “I… don’t remember. I kinda threw it in the heat of the moment? We’ll find it t’morrow.”
Nat leans on Lottie, drunkenly patting her back. “That’s okay, babe.”
Lottie inhales deeply, her body still humming from Nat’s touch, incredibly frustrated by not getting any relief. She frowns slightly. How is Nat looking so unphased by their intense makeout session. The only thing giving it away is her chest heaving in a way that Lottie, in her highly drunken state, has no problem admitting makes the ache between her legs even more painful
The three girls return to the living room, Lottie trailing behind slowly, one hand pressed to her lips in thought.
There’s no way she’ll remember this tomorrow, so now is the only chance she’ll get to memorize the way Nat’s lips tasted like salt and cheery chapstick, or the curve of her breasts against Lottie’s hand while braless. She likely won’t get another shot to explore the delicate plains of her stomach or make her just as breathless as she made Lottie. If she’s lucky, Nat won’t remember either, although Lottie half wishes she will.
They return to the jenga circle, only to find Van passed out next to a mostly empty bottle of tequila. Tai going off to sleep curled up by Van and it seems Laura Lee had to head home sometime during their game. Lottie and Nat take their phones back from the table and Lottie taps the home button, trying to focus on the floating numbers. 2:36AM.
“That was a lot longer than 7 minutes, Shauna!” Lottie slurs, the alcohol finally catching up to her.
Now it’s Shauna’s turn to look sheepish. “Van and I got distracted by alc- hic -alcohol, and the rest of them just didn't care.” Shauna hiccups.
They were in there for almost 20 minutes. She guesses that old saying is true. Drinking makes the time fly when you’re fun sober...or however it goes.
“Maybe we should… go to bed,” Nat starts, trailing off in the middle as she loses her train of thought. “I don’t feel so hot.”
She’s right. There’s a distinctly green tinge to Nat and not just because of the green lava lamp that she's currently standing by. Lottie also glances to Van and Tai. Nat can at least go upstairs to bed. There’s nothing they can do for Van and Tai except throw a blanket over them, leave a trashcan and a bottle of water nearby, and hope they don't get anything on the carpet again.
Jackie and Shauna bid them a good night as they make their way up to one of Lottie's many guess bedrooms.
Lottie yawns, nodding along to whatever Nat is saying now, not fully listening and more concerned with what she’s going to do about still being painfully turned on.
“Gnight,” Lottie mumbles, starting towards the stairs.
There’s a gentle puff of hot air against the back of her neck and then she feels Nat’s hand slip under her shirt at the small of her back, guiding her up the stairs and to her bedroom door.
“Just wanted to make sure you got to your room oki-doki, with you being so drunk and all.”
Lottie snorts. Nat is significantly more drunk than Lottie.
As they reach Lottie’s room, Nat practically tackles her, throwing her arms around Lottie and burying her face in the crook of her neck. “Gnight, babe.”
Lottie sputters, arms automatically coming up to encircle Nat, as she chokes out another, “Good night,” suppressing a shiver as Nat’s lips skim across her neck as she breaks their embrace.
Lottie turns the doorknob, stopping in the doorway to watch the sway in Nat’s hips as she walks down the hall to her room, but Lottie slips into her own room before Nat can catch her staring.
She strips and drops into a heavy sleep as soon as her head hits the pillow.
••••
Lottie opens her eyes and then promptly closes them again at the light filtering through her curtains, pressing a hand to her forehead. She is so, so, so hungover. It definitely isn’t the worst possible hangover, but it’s still pretty bad. What did they do last night? She pauses a moment to regulate her breathing. Right. They played Van’s stupid version of drunk literally everything.
Check that off the list of experiences she’ll be doing more than once. Lottie groans, thinking about how many shots everyone did. At least when Nat is drunk, the ideas start to flow and maybe- Natalie. She made out with Natalie in a closet. Natalie had her tongue in her mouth and- and Lottie had her hands in her hair- and… Natalie wasn’t wearing a bra… and Lottie had touched her breasts… and Natalie had unbuttoned her top and licked all the way down…
Arousal shoots straight through her like a dart.
Natalie had sucked on her skin and left marks. Lottie’s hand skims over the top of her chest of it’s own accord, reliving the feeling from last night.
Lottie had pressed a leg between Nat’s thighs and made her moan. An involuntary moan of her own slips out of Lottie’s mouth before she can stop it, as the fire from last night hits her. Only this time 100 times stronger, not being dulled by alcohol. Frustrated doesn’t begin to describe it.
Normally, in a situation like this, Lottie would take care of it in the shower, but she can’t run the risk of bumping into Nat in their shared bathroom. She doesn’t know what would happen then.
She closes her eyes and grinds her hips into her hand, picturing the way the blonde had moved against her, the way she let out a breathy gasp as Lottie reciprocated. It was so sexy, partly because she had the power to turn someone like Natalie Scatorccio on and partly because of the power Natalie had over her in that moment. She strokes herself to the rhythm of Nat’s tongue in her mouth last night. “Nat,” Lottie breathes out quietly. Even her name is sexy. She tries it out again. “Nat,” she moans it this time, and yes, that sounds better, closer to the way she needs to say her name. Her hips buck wildly against her fingers, and she’s close to the edge. She’s foggily aware of her bed shaking and the headboard softly hitting the wall behind her. The same wall that Nat shares with her.
That only succeeds in conjuring the fantasy of Nat hearing the slamming on her wall and barging into Lottie’s room, only to let out a growl and pull Lottie’s hand away, replacing it with her own and continuing doing whatever she was with her mouth before. She arches her back up at the thought, coming hard, practically screaming. She drops back to the bed, breaths coming in short gasps, and lets her pulse quiet down before rolling over to get out of bed to cleaned up.
“Did you just… finish ?”
Lottie’s eyes fly open to meet Nat’s across her room, who is standing in the doorway, one hand still on the doorknob. Her mouth is hanging open, eyes bulging slightly. It’s an expression rarely seen on her face as it’s most commonly found on Lottie’s.
Lottie sits up, shocked. “How long have- have you been standing there?” She squeaks out, blush spreading from her face all the way down to her chest. Her bare chest. She scrambles for the covers at the foot of her bed, yanking them up to her neck, clutching them to her.
Nat’s mouth snaps shut, an expression of wonder briefly flitting across her face before it’s replaced with a smirky grin. “Longer than you’d like, hot stuff.”
Lottie closes her eyes, cupping her head in her hands, and letting out a groan. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey, don’t apologize for being sexy and feeling yourself. I was just checking in on you to make sure your hangover didn’t have you in a ball on the floor like mine did, when I walked in on that…” she thinks for a beat, searching for the perfect word, “...treat… And now that I’ve seen that it hasn’t, I’m gonna go.” Nat points her thumbs over her shoulders, balancing on one foot while sticking the other one out. “Don’t worry, I won’t say a word.” She gives her signature wink, grinning wildly, before prancing back out into the hallway.
There wasn’t a mention of last night and what happened between them, no strange vibes, or unresolved tension, which Lottie finds just a tad odd. If she had made out with her best friend the night before, she’d at least mention it to the other person. Lottie hadn’t said anything though. Okay, well she at least wouldn’t act like nothing had happened. Unless… Natalie might not remember last night. She was pretty trashed and Nat has a fairly low tolerance for hard liquor when it comes to remembering things.
There’s only one way to find out what she knows and what she doesn’t and that is to just straight up ask her. She slides out from under the covers, ready to throw on some clothes and run after her, that is until she feels her wetness drip down her thighs. It can wait until after a shower.
When she gets back to her room, towel wrapped tightly around her, she finds a bottle of water and three aspirin sitting next to a note.
Thought you might need this.
-nat x
It’s such a kind gesture, one that is especially appreciated because the hot water turned her mild headache into a full blown migraine. She downs the pills and half the bottle, rubbing her hair gently with the towel.
She only half hopes there isn’t a hit she needs to take out tomorrow because really she’d rather be working on that art piece she’s been trying to finish for the last week, even though her head is killing her. At least with that, she can pretend to be hyper focused and not hear Nat if she tries to talk to her, pretend that last night she didn’t make every cell of her being desire Natalie. Now that she’s theoretically out of her system, maybe she’ll be able to go back to the dull flutter in the pit of her stomach, and not the raging heat coursing through her veins.
Lottie can only pray she gets so lucky.
And of course she doesn’t.
Downstairs in the kitchen, Nat is leaning against the counter, eating a biscuit slathered in raspberry jam that is messily dripping onto her hand. Tai is slumped at the island, steaming cup of coffee untouched next to her. Van not fairing any better sat next to Tai. Shauna and Jackie nowhere to be seen, Lottie assumes, they are still sleeping.
Lottie hangs back, watching and observing the whispered conversation.
“I don’t even remember what happened last night,” Van mumbles, muffled by her arms. “I just remember waking up next to an empty bottle of tequila and a trashcan and Tai drooling on me.” She groans, lifting her head just enough to take a sip of coffee. “How could you let me drink that whole thing?”
“Hey, don’t blame me!” Nat raises her voice.
“Shhhhh…”
“Sorry.” Nat lowers her voice to a whisper again. “I don’t remember what happened last night either. It must’ve been pretty wild. I can’t find my Jacket, and my notepad was covered in new ideas, some of which sober me isn’t sure will ever work in a new song. I’ll have to consult with Lottie.”
One question answered. Now she can spare herself the awkwardness of asking her best friend whether she remembers making out with her. Another upside is that she won’t have to worry about any compromising situations between the two of them, or at least anymore of them, happening. All she has to do is play it cool. Lottie can do that. She can be cool.
“Hey, guys, what’s up? I’m chill,” Lottie says a little too cheerily. She grimaces, off to a great start already. She glides past Nat, sticking some toast in the toaster as Nat polishes off the last of the waffle.
Nat licks the palm of her hand sloppily, getting rid of the mound of jam stuck to it, and Lottie finds herself captivated by it. Nat’s tongue swirls over each of her fingers, before sticking the first two into her mouth, making hard eye contact with Lottie. She sucks on her fingers for a beat before removing them with a pop.
Lottie looks away quickly, flushing. That did something to her, something way more than ‘a little flutter’ and Nat definitely knows that too going by the smirk playing across her lips.
“Um okay I’m going to go.” Lottie gestures wildly, backing out of the kitchen and almost tripping over Shauna as she comes down the stairs. Oh great.
“Lot, your toast!” Nat calls after her as she catches the toast shot out of the toaster in one fluid motion, and walks towards Lottie.
Lottie ducks reflexively and throws her hands up as her back collides with Shauna’s front and jumps forward, turning her head as far back as she can to issue a string of flustered apologies in her direction. Of course she isn’t paying attention to where she is going, so she ends up walking straight into Nat, and of course her hands are up, so she ends up with them touching two places they really shouldn’t be. Lottie and Nat just freeze, or rather Lottie freezes and Nat slowly lowers her outstretched hand containing the toast, desperately trying to hold in a fit of giggles over the horrified look on Lottie’s face.
Lottie’s breathing is jagged, and the world narrows down to a pinpoint of just her and Natalie. Time seems to slow effortlessly to sync with Natalie’s breathing.
In.
Her breasts press lightly into Lottie’s hand as her chest swells with air. It reminds her of last night, how Nat had arched her chest into Lottie’s hands at her touch. She can almost recall the silkiness of her skin under her fingertips, can almost recall the sound Nat made when she touched her. She absentmindedly wishes she had written the whole thing down in detail, before she pushes that thought out of her head. That would just perpetuate this whole roommate crush ordeal. Though, she is mildly disappointed that her alcohol induced state from last night isn’t allowing her to recall everything. All she really wants to do is make Nat remember, but she can’t.
Lottie catalogues the way Nat’s face changes as she contracts her fingers with gentle pressure. She hadn’t meant to do it, her brain just acted before she thought it through. She watches the way her smirk slips, just slightly, and suddenly it’s not just drunk Nat and Lottie making out in a closet anymore.
Out.
The world expands again and everything is too loud and too bright and too Nat.
Lottie turns and runs.
She isn’t sure where she’s going, just away.
She vaguely realizes she’s exited the her house in only her pajamas, shorts and a tank top, and without shoes.
The early autumn air nips at her skin as she pads down the street, ignoring the looks she’s getting from strangers. She rubs her arms vigorously, trying to rid them of the goosebumps speckling her skin.
She isn’t sure why she ran, well, she is , but she isn’t. It was just the awkwardness of last night combined with this morning and the boob touching. Nothing more. Lottie Matthews most definitely does not have a crush on Natalie Scatorccio. Nope. No way. Nat is so- And too- Just-
She sighs and ducks into the alley between her house and the next building. She’ll just stay here until the whole thing blows over, and if it hasn’t in the next few minutes, she can always pack up and move to Europe. With all the Italian and French she knows, she’d be right at home in Italy or France. That would definitely take care of her crush problem.
“Lottie!”
Nat’s voice rips her from her thoughts.
“Lottie, please!” She sounds almost sad. “It’s too cold to be out here like that.”
Lottie takes a few more seconds to compose herself before calling out, “In the alleyway.”
Nat’s face peers around the corner at her, brow furrowed. “You wanna explain your grope and bolt? I didn’t peg you for that type of girl, Matthew's.”
“No.”
Nat recoils at her answer and for a second, Lottie feels bad, but then Nat gives her that look and it reminds her just why she’s out here in the first place.
“Come inside then?” Nat is quiet, far quieter than Lottie has ever heard her.
Lottie shakes her head, no.
Nat rounds the corner, shrugging off her Nat. “At least take my jacket, so you don’t freeze to death.” (note it is a different leather jacket to the ine she lost last night) She steps into Lottie’s personal space and places it around her shoulders.
Her breath catches in her chest as Nat leaves her hands on her shoulders for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. They make eye contact and Lottie can see that Nat is genuinely concerned for her, and possibly scared she did something wrong. She didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just what she did right.
With one last glance, Nat turns to leave.
Lottie comes back inside a half hour later and drops Nat’s jacket on the chair next to where she’s lounging, before quietly heading up to her home office she shares with Nat.
“Do you care to share what that whole thing was?”
Jackie spins around in Lottie’s desk chair, giving her a knowing look.
Lottie screams, jumps, and slams into the wall from fright. “Jackie!”
“I’ve been waiting for you to come back for a while.” Jackie stands up and crosses her arms. “What’s going on with you and Scatorccio?”
Lottie blushes a deep red. “Wha-what? Nothing- Nothing is going on with me and Nat- Why would you think that?”
“Lot, come on.”
She can’t look at Jackie, not without revealing everything she’s feeling because Jackie knows her too well and she's also really good friends with Nat. “ and I made out in the closet last night.”
Jackie snickers, “That’s ironic.”
Lottie glares at her in annoyance. “Shhh. Do you want to know what happened or not?”
Jackie nods and mimes zipping her lips.
“And I was really into it. Really into it. While I was-” she clears her throat awkwardly, “- finishing thinking about it this morning, she walked in.”
“Oh wow. Lot, that’s great! Well, not for you in this moment, but for your relationship in the future.”
“Jackie, she walked in on me…” Lottie repeats, mouth hanging open at the reaction she didn’t expect to get.
“Yeah, okay, that’s not so great, but what did Nat say about it?”
“She doesn’t remember us making out and just wrote off that… situation she saw.” Lottie stumbles around the words, fussing with the hem of her shirt.
“You have to tell her!” Jackie shouts and then quickly covers her mouth.
Lottie shakes her head violently.
“Yes. This is just the kick in the butt you two need. I wish I could just bump your heads together so your two brain cells would work it out."
“Jackie! I can’t! What if I tell her how I feel and she-”
“Whatever you two are talking about will have to wait.” Van’s head pops into view from the staircase. “We have a hit to go to.”
Lottie shoots Jackie a panicked look. How is she supposed to be around Nat after digging all her feelings up again. She calmed herself down enough before to at least be in the same building as her without crying, or screaming, or straight up making out with her again but it took her a half hour last time, and now she’ll only have a few minutes.
By the time she gets downstairs and changed, everyone is already in the car and Nat is impatiently honking. Van is sitting in the front, Lottie’s usual spot, so she takes the backseat next to Jackie. Jackie lets Lottie know that Tai and Shauna have elected to stay behind as this hit won't take all of them.
Nat whoops loudly and switches on the lights in the from of the car, racing out of the driveway and around the corner, only turning on the radio to blast some 80s song with an electric guitar solo after the wheels stop screeching. Jackie leans over and whispers to Lottie while Van directs Nat to the building their hit is in.
“Are you going to be able to focus on the hit?” Jackie looks more than a little concerned.
Getting prepared for a hit clears Lottie's mind. Probably a combination of adrenaline and figuring out the best way to take out their hit and the need to be aware of every little movement. Unfortunately her brain has also decided she needs to be aware of Nat’s every little movement and she isn’t exactly sure which one will win out.
Jackie pokes her gently in the side and Lottie realizes she hasn’t actually answered the question out loud, despite several minutes passing.
“We’ll see, I guess.” Lottie shrugs.
“I don’t want anyone getting hurt, and I know you don’t either, so unless you’re 100% sure that you can concentrate on this, I think you should just stay in the car.”
Nat lowers the volume so that they have the element of surprise.
How can Jackie say that? She’s trying to take away the only thing that surprisingly makes sense, and she needs things to make sense right now. Her whole body is craving logic and fact and stability because right now, the only thing that makes sense is Lottie And Nat, but It can’t make sense, shouldn’t make sense. But It does. Lottie is straight- was straight- okay she's never been straight and Natalie is as bi as one could be. She gets her attraction to Nat, her wild and carefree manner directly opposes Lottie’s rigid and nervous personality, and just like negative and positive polarities, she is drawn to Nat by forces beyond her control. It’s science, sort of, and science they both understand.
Nat slams on the brakes in front of the building, sending Lottie hurdling towards the headrest.
“Oww, hey, watch it would you?” Lottie rubs her forehead aggressively, glaring at Nat through the rearview mirror.
“Anything for you, hot stuff.” Nat sends her a wink.
Instead of blushing, like she normally does, Lottie just frowns and glances away, still consumed by her thoughts.
By her own logic, Nat would have to be attracted to her too, so maybe she should change her analogy. Sure, she has enough evidence to suggest her original analogy is correct, but there’s that voice that tells her it’s only a fluke. She was too drunk for it to count. She flirts with everyone.
“Lottie! Earth to Lottie!”
Lottie blinks a few times at the face grinning up at her.
“Are you there, princess?”
Natalie.
“Huh?”
Nat shoves Lottie’s SIG Sauer M17 handgun at her. Safety on of course. “Come onnnnnnnn!” Nat draws out. “We have a hit to demolish and a paycheck to collect!”
Nat sprints off into the building, leaving Lottie still sitting in the car, with her handgun resting on her legs. Jackie and Van must already be inside the building because she can see flashes of light from the her teams own handguns on the second floor. A loud crack and Van yelling something indiscernible finally gets her into motion.
Lottie runs up the stairs as fast as she possibly can and bursts into the room where the hit is. She takes in the intense scene before her. The room is already destroyed. Curtains hang by threads, a bookshelf is toppled, and table sliced in half, probably from Van's laser cutter. Jackie looks positively furious, screaming out curse words at the two men trying to figure their way out of the building. Van has a cut on her forehead that’s oozing blood into her eyebrow. Nat is- Nat is standing directly under a chandelier that Van just hit with her laser cutter, aim skewed by the blood starting to drip into her eye.
“Nat-” Lottie shouts, and tackles her out of the way, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her to the floor.
“Thanks,” Nat says breathlessly.
Though, Lottie isn’t sure whether she’s breathless because she was just tackled to the ground, or breathless because Lottie is currently laying on top of her. They both glance to the smashed chandelier, and then back to each other. There’s something behind Nat’s eyes, something foreign to Lottie. Her eyes flicker to Lottie’s lips and then Lottie understands.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she leans down, breathing in quick, shallow breaths. Just then Nat sits up fast, oblivious to Lottie, causing their foreheads to collide harshly.
“Sorry, sorry!” Nat snaps as Lottie awkwardly scrambles off her, backwards.
Lottie stands tensely and offers a hand to Natalie, who, for once in her life, is shy and doesn’t take it. Lottie waves her hand around in an attempt to get Nat’s attention as she sits up, but only succeeds in accidentally slapping her in the boob and sending her flopping back to the floor. Lottie groans and covers her face with both her hands, unable to look at her without turning redder. It’s then that she notices it’s completely silent, save for Nat’s occasional grunts as she struggles to standing. Lottie whips around, coming face to face with an enraged Jackie, one hand on her hip, one hand holding up a smoking gun.
“While you two were having a freakout in the corner, Van and I actually did our jobs,” Jackie almost growls. Lottie looks behind Jackie towards the two men crumpled into themselves, who must've had a tip that they were coming.
Lottie guiltily shifts her gaze to Van, who is clutching a rag to her laceration.
“Whatever is going on between you to, you are working out when we get back.” Jackie storms off, followed by Van, who gives a confused and apologetic look to the other two assassin's.
The car ride back was tense, but nothing compared to the room Jackie locked Nat and Lottie in. It feels as if someone left all of Nat’s blow torches on and has caused the room temperature to rise 20 degrees, or maybe that’s not the tension’s fault.
Lottie paces nervously around the room, while Nat tinkers with something she pulled from her jean pocket.
Nat sighs loudly and moves to slide her jacket down from her shoulders, before she realizes it's still missing and not currently sitting upon her shoulders. “Lottie, we might as well talk about it. You know Jackie isn’t going to let us out until we do.”
She’s right. She’s almost always right. At this point it’s better for her to just tell Natalie how she feels and let the fallout land where it may. She already made their friendship awkward, and there’s no way to fix it, so she might as well trudge on.
“I’m sorry I walked in on you this morning. I know I should’ve knocked but-” Nat starts, stands, and crosses to Lottie, but Lottie interrupts her.
“No, that’s not what this is about. Well, sort of indirectly it is, but-” Lottie pauses and takes a deep breath, preparing herself for what she’s about to say. “Wemadeoutlastnight-” she blurts out.
Nat stops dead in her tracks, five feet away.
“-and I enjoyed it,” Lottie finishes, but slower.
Nat narrows her eyes. “Lot, I know I normally tease you about that stuff, but please… don’t joke.”
For the first time Lottie realizes that the small, unplaceable emotion she sees in Nat- Natalie- all the time is actual affection, and not the ‘best friend’ kind either, the ‘I-might-be-falling-in-love-with-you’ kind.
“We made out in the closet for at least 15 minutes.”
“Lottie.” Nat takes a step closer.
She can hear the danger in Nat’s voice, and something flutters low in her stomach.
“I- I enjoyed it a little too much.” She had been avoiding Nat’s eyes, the ones that eat into her soul… and other places… but at her last three words she makes intense eye contact, trying to will Nat to understand without having to say it.
“Lottie, what are you saying?” Nat’s voice doesn’t sound like it normally does anymore, urgency distorting her natural pitch.
“This morning-”
It’s all she has to say before Nat is practically on top of her.
Her arms are wrapped tightly around Lottie’s waist as Nat’s lips collide with hers. It feels so much better now that her senses aren’t dulled by alcohol. It feels so much better knowing Nat actually wants to kiss her. Lottie reaches up around her neck and Nat forces her to arch backwards, tongue running along her bottom lip for permission to enter. Lottie eagerly grants her access, her own tongue darting out to meet Nat’s.
Faintly, Lottie hears the click of the lock sliding out of place. Jackie must’ve been listening, and with that thought the mood is ruined. Both of them stop kissing at the same time.
“Jackie?” Nat questions to Lottie.
“Yeah, I can’t kiss you knowing she’s listening,” Lottie replies.
Nat laughs and steps back from Lottie, releasing her grip on Lottie’s waist in favor of taking one of her hands, and leads her out of the room.
“I heard you guys make up,” Jackie says as soon as they step outside to see Jackie cuddling with Shauna.
“And makeout…” Lottie mumbles just loud enough for Nat to hear, who grins wildly and tosses her head back with laughter.
A sudden quietness rolls across the group once the laughter dies off and the three of them (considering Shauna is well and truly passed out) alternate between making awkward eye contact and desperately trying to avoid it.
Finally Jackie speaks up, “Isn’t Laura Lee supposed to be here? I haven’t seen her all day.”
“She saw Van’s puke trashcan this morning and puked herself, so I sent her home.” Nat shrugs noncommittally. “Puppies have weak constitutions. Everyone knows that.”
Lottie just rolls her eyes.
The silence stretches on and Lottie runs her thumb over the tips of her fingers nervously.
“Well,” Nat draws out, “I’m gonna... go... to the office.” She turns slowly on her heels and swaggers out of the room.
“Yea-yeah. I should go too.” Lottie rubs the back of her neck with one hand and gestures vaguely in the direction of the stairs. “We should work on… on those ideas she had last night. Yeah! We should really do… that…” she trails off before clumsily backing away from Jackie, turning, and practically running up the steps. The only idea she really wants to work on from last night is the one where she almost has sex will Nat.
As soon as she gets up to the office space and rounds the corner where her bookcases are set up, Nat rushes her. Lottie’s eyes widen in surprise and as Nat comes barreling towards her, want glowing fiercely in her eyes. Lottie wraps her arms around her as soon as she’s close enough, letting their foreheads collide as their lips do. Nat presses Lottie up against a bookcase, pushing books into Lottie's back. Lottie groans in slight pain from having small copped up trees dig into her back, but it quickly turns to one of pleasure as Nat works her tongue into her mouth. She glides a hand down over Lottie’s side and around to her butt, giving it a squeeze and grinning into the kiss.
“Nice try,” Lottie mumbles against her lips, “My turn now.” She forcibly walks them backwards to the nearest desk and swipes everything off it onto the floor with a loud crash, intending to have Nat lie on top.
Nat cringes as her precious gadgets and tools hit the ground. Luckily none of them break.
“Are you guys okay?” Jackie yells up to them. “What was that?”
“We’re fine!” Nat shouts back, out of breath, as Lottie boosts her up onto the table. “Oh, I’m like clean by the way. No worries.”
“Me too,” Lottie says in the space between their kisses.
“You nasties better not be having sex up there! No sex in the office!” Van calls up too.
Lottie pops apart from the kiss. “We weren’t!” she calls shakily.
They both stand stock still for a moment, frozen by their obvious lie, before Nat motions to the bedroom with her head and takes off running, Lottie trailing not far behind. There will always be time to go back to the office once the others have left.
The two giggle as Van screams, “Oh, you were! Ew! Guys we work there!”
Lottie enthusiastically slams Nat’s bedroom door as Nat strips her pants and shirt off in a fluid motion, then goes to pull off her sports bra, but Lottie stops her with a firm hand.
“Let me do that, but later.”
Nat nods and swallows thickly.
Lottie sheds her own top, letting it slip out of her fingers seductively.
“Wow, Lot you’re so- wow” Nat whispers, almost like a prayer.
Lottie of course blushes and fumbles with the button on her pants, gets the leg caught on her foot, and trips straight into Nat, knocking her into the bed and onto her back.
“Getting straight to it, I see,” Nat laughs, rolling them over so she’s on top of Lottie. She reaches down between her legs and presses her fingers to Lottie’s panties. “You kust be excited, you're so wet for me.”
“You’re just as excited as I am, if not more so.” Lottie boldly shoves Nat’s boxers to the side feeling how wet she is directly at her center.
Nat whimpers at the loss of contact as Lottie pulls her fingers away. Lottie shivers and tips her head back, savoring the feeling of being able to make her sound like that, but then Nat is taking over and filling all her senses again and it’s hard to focus on anything.
Nat presses her lips to Lottie’s neck, before spotting the marks from last night. “Did I do that last night?”
“Yes,” Lottie manages to get out.
“Fuck, that’s hot of me,” Nat teases as she delicately kisses each one, and reaches around behind Lottie to unclasp her bra and toss it to the side.
Lottie playfully whacks Nat’s arm, and Nat stops and sits up, straddling Lottie’s lap.
“Why’d you stop? I didn’t mean for you to stop.” Lottie says nervously. She didn’t do anything wrong. The way Natalie is staring at her, brow slightly furrowed, maybe she just isn’t into as much as she thought she’d be, or maybe her body isn’t good enough for Nat? No, nat would enver judge her for her body. She might’ve changed her mind. Last night might’ve been fueled by alcohol and pent up frustration at not getting laid in a while. Lottie's stomach twists painfully. “What are you looking at me like that for? Do you want to stop?” A slight frown tugs down the corner of her lips.
“I’m just trying to memorize how gorgeous you are, now that I’m sober enough to remember. I don’t want to ever forget.”
Lottie flounders, not knowing what to say in response. Instead, she takes Nat’s bra off and places her hands on the side of her rib cage, thumbs barely brushing the underside of her breasts, before she pulls her back down to her.
They kiss unlike anything Lottie has ever experienced before. She’s had quite a few flings in the past, but she’s never felt a connection to them like this before. She’s never felt this level of passion before. They’re not kissing wildly, like they’re filled with tension, nor are they kissing lazily, as if they’ve done this a million times. No, each kiss is somehow twenty times more passionate than anything Lottie has experienced before, all while remaining unrushed.
Lottie slowly inches her hand across Nat’s side, hovering just over her breast. Nat balances on one arm as she puts her free hand over Lottie’s and guide it to her breast. She issues a high pitched sigh and just like that the spell is broken for Lottie.
Lottie darts her tongue into Nat’s mouth, hips rolling under Nat’s weight, trying to relieve some of the building pressure. It hits Nat in the right spot and she moans loudly into their kiss, sending sparks down Lottie’s spine. Natalie grinds down on top of her.
“Nat, please.” Lottie can barely stand the arousal building so quickly.
That’s all the prompting she needs, because she’s shimmying down Lottie’s body and taking her panties with her. She presses a soft kiss to Lottie’s clit and gently strokes her entrance with a finger. Lottie arches up, hands fumbling for something to grab onto. She isn’t sure what to do, never having had someone go down on her before. She hesitantly threads her fingers into Nat’s hair and tugs, eliciting a low growl from Nat, and she thrusts her tongue into her entrance.
“F-fuck me. Nat!” Lottie lets out.
Nat pulls back and looks up at Lottie. “Why, Miss Matthew's, was that a curse word?”
“Shut up and put your mouth back where it was,” Lottie says breathily.
“I want to hear you say fuck again first.”
“I can’t just say-”
Nat roughly inserts a finger into her, hooking it in search upwards inside of Lottie.
“Fuck!”
“That’s my girl,” Nat purrs, sucking marks into the inside of her thighs as she pumps her finger in and out of Lottie. With her free hand she reaches up and cups Lottie’s breast, running her thumb over her nipple and pinching it.
“More,” Lottie commands, adding, “Please,” as an afterthought.
Nat inserts a second finger slowly, causing Lottie to issue a low drawn out groan, punctuated by a sharp inhale as Nat bends her fingers to hit her in just the right spot. Lottie removes one hand from Nat’s hair to throw it over her eyes, trying to block out the over stimulating sight of Nat’s face between her thighs. Natalie circles her clit with her tongue, flicking it, before sucking far harder than Lottie was expecting.
“Na- Natalie!” Lottie screams as her walls contract around Nat’s pumping fingers, back arching up, and toes curling in a satisfactory way. She lets the waves of pleasure coarse through her veins as she’s hit by the full force of an orgasm delivered by Natalie Scatorccio.
She relaxes back into the bed as Nat crawls up her body, settling on top of her stomach. She can feel Nat’s wetness soaking through her underwear and leaving a damp spot on her skin. Lottie lets her shaking muscles take a break as she watches Nat suck the moisture off her fingers. A shiver cascades down her spine.
“Now it’s my turn.” Lottie props herself up on a shaky arm and takes Nat’s nipple into her mouth and swirls her tongue around it.
“That’s so fucking hot, Lot.” Nat presses her chest forward.
With some prompting Lottie gets Nat to sit up enough to pull her boxers down. Lottie quickly strokes a finger across her slit, before Nat grabs her hand and roughly guides two of her fingers into her entrance with a sigh. Wetness gushes down Lottie’s hand and she struggles with finding a good rhythm for stroking her clit and pumping in and out, her inexperience rearing it’s head. That is until Nat takes control again. The way she’s riding Lottie’s fingers takes her breath away. Her breasts are bouncing deliciously with each rise and fall of her hips.
Lottie finally regains the power to control her body and flicks Nat’s clit as she comes down on her hand, reaching up with her other hand to knead her breast like Nat did for her. She can feel Nat’s walls start to twitch around her fingers, so in one quick move, she pushes her onto her back and takes over the motion.
“Lot. Lottie, please, don’t stop,” Nat whimpers out.
Lottie hungrily captures her lips in a drawn out kiss, before latching on to her neck and sucking, nibbling carefully.
“Oh, oh fuck. Harder, much harder Lot” Nat begs.
Lottie increases her force, curling her fingers in just the right way to stretch her and hit the perfect spot. With one last flick of her clit, Nat’s muscles contract, spasming around her. She inhales sharply and lets out a low groan as if it’s the only sound she could possibly make.
Lottie, tired with the effort of holding herself up and fucking Nat senseless, rolls to the side and pulls Nat into her arms.
“Normally I’m the big spoon,” Nat jokes, a tremor in her voice from the exertion.
“You’re the one who had the last orgasm, therefore you’re the little spoon.”
“I wasn’t aware that’s how it worked.”
Lottie lets out a barely concealed yawn. “Is it okay if I- we- take a nap or should I do that in my own room?”
Nat turns in her arms, catching onto the hint of insecurity in her voice. Throwing one of her legs over Lottie’s and nuzzling her head against her neck, she says, “Stay. You should stay.” A beat. “And then when we wake up you can show me what we did in that closet.” Another. “And maybe help me find my jacket. I still have half a blunt in it.”
Lottie pulls her in more and smiles into the bleach blonde locks tucked under her chin.