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Osgood woke to the dark, to an unfamiliar smell and upon opening her eyes she realised she was in a room that was not her own. Her first instinct was to panic when she heard somebody shuffling around in the dark, hearing a soft thud and a curse word under the person's breath. She remembered everything, she let her mind wander, recounting the events of the night before
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Osgood didn’t exactly want to be there, but she had no other choice, her mum had said it was a chance to spend time with her sister as she was getting married. Their mum had insisted that Osgood go to the Hen do. She tugged the uncomfortable dress she had been made to borrow from Nova down to her knees again, it was form fitting and emphasised the parts of her she wished she didn’t have. As soon as they had arrived, and once photos had been taken Nova had told Osgood to sit at the bar until she was done getting drunk with her friends, Osgood could leave when the group moved on to other things. She could hear them all getting louder as they got drunker and it was grating.
She was stirring the ice around the bottom of her glass with a straw, reading over the email from the job she’d be starting the following day, she was excited to work for the organisation that her favourite uncle had worked for, she knew what she was walking into, she knew that strictly she shouldn’t know but in her Uncle Tom’s old age he had let slip that the Planet was often threatened by Aliens. She recalled the events of her favourite one of his stories, which she had come to realise was true when he had sourced proof for her. She took a breath and leaned on her hand.
She glanced at Nova who was dancing with her friends, she let her eyes trail across the room and caught sight of a blonde woman sitting at the other end of the bar. Osgood took in her features, trying not to stare too hard- hair cut to her shoulders with a gentle wave and a white shirt, open enough to reveal her collarbones and sheer enough that the outline of her bra was visible. Osgood noted that it was tucked into her trousers, navy and tailored, clearly meant to go with the suit jacket draped over her bag. ‘She must have come straight from work,’ Osgood mused to herself.
Osgood turned back to the bar and checked the time on her phone. It could be hours until Nova decided it was time to move on from the bar. She rolled her shoulders and gathered up her hair, she never usually wore it down and it was irritating her neck, so she tied it into its usual ponytail. Feeling a tiny bit more comfortable she chanced a second look at the woman, there was something intriguing about her. This time though, she accidentally caught the woman’s eye. Shit , Osgood thought and flashed the woman a shy smile. The woman winked at her and Osgood quickly turned away, feeling the heat rise on her cheeks.
She heard a clinking of ice against glass, but by the time she turned to see where it was coming from she saw the woman approaching her, Osgood took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She noticed just how tall the woman was, legs for days and soft curves emphasised by her clothes.
“Can I get you a drink?” The woman asked her, leaning against the bar.
“Can I get your name?” Osgood asked, pleasantly surprising herself. A gorgeous woman was speaking to her and she was able to reply, smoothly and with no stutter.
“I’m Kate.” The blonde introduced herself. “Date stand you up?” She asked.
“Dysfunctional family event. Oh! I’m-.” Just as Osgood was speaking a glass shattered and a group of men cheered loudly in that quintessentially British manner. Osgood glanced at her sister, it was nice to be herself just a little bit, despite how much the dress made her feel like somebody else. She assumed Kate had caught her name.
Kate nodded, with an expression Osgood couldn’t decipher. “Let me get you something stronger.”
Osgood nodded. “Thank you.” Kate sat down on the seat next to her.
“Alcohol isn’t my strong point.” She said, hoping that Kate would just pick something.
Osgood listened as the blonde, Kate, ordered a couple of drinks. A Manhattan and a Greyhound. She wondered which would be for her.
After a companionable silence, and a few more drinks Kate spoke again.
“You look less interested in this place than I do when staring at my paperwork.”
Osgood’s eyes flicked to Kate’s lips. “Well it’s not exactly what I’d choose to be doing at this moment in time.” Osgood muttered, she glanced across to the group consisting of her sister and her friends.
“Oh,” Kate said, as if she had clocked on, "Is there something you’d rather be doing? Or rather someone?” Kate punctuated with a wink and Osgood flushed pink
“God no! That’s my sister and her friends, the last thing I want to be doing is watching my sister and her friends make fools of themselves.” Osgood said, hastily.
“So what would you rather be doing?” Kate asked again, leaning towards Osgood.
“I can think of a few things.” Osgood said, blushing and toying with her necklace chain.
“Care to share?” Kate said, her tone becoming much more flirtatious.
Osgood’s eyes flicked down to Kate’s lips and she bit her own. Kate placed a hand on Osgood’s thigh and the brunette sucked in a breath with a small nod.
“Oh?” Kate asked with a smirk.
Osgood nodded again. Kate gently squeezed Osgood’s thigh, just above her knee and got up. Osgood’s face held a textbook expression of confusion and worry as Kate walked across the room, but just before she pushed open the door to the bathroom she beckoned for Osgood to follow. Osgood chanced one more glance towards her sisters group as it dawned on her what was happening. She finished the last of her drink and followed Kate into the bathroom.
Osgood took a deep breath and steadied herself as she entered the bathroom. She saw Kate standing in front of the mirror and she turned when Osgood entered the room. Osgood closed the distance and they stood so closely that she could smell the faint scent of cinnamon that seemed to accompany Kate. Osgood felt a hand on her cheek and suddenly she was kissing Kate. Kate’s lips felt warm against her own, and she placed her hands on Kate’s shoulders. Osgood kissed Kate like she were dying and this was the only thing to save her and Kate kissed her back with equal fervour. Hands wandered over each other's bodies and teeth clashed and nipped. The remaining sensible part of Osgood’s brain protested that anybody could walk in and see her like this, but she squashed that down when Kate pulled back to speak to her.
“Are you sure about this?” Kate asked, tucking a stray strand of hair behind Osgood’s ear.
Osgood nodded. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure about anything in my life.”
Kate nodded and re-connected their lips. Osgood felt hands on her body and for once she didn’t shy away from the contact, this felt right. Kate’s hands settled on her waist and she slipped her hands onto the skin of Kate’s back where her shirt had come untucked. She heard Kate suck in a breath as she pressed kisses to the side of her neck. Kate was leaning against the counter between the sinks as Osgoods hands found the buttons on Kate’s shirt. She fiddled with it as looked at Kate, catching her eye and Kate nodded her consent. Osgood undid the buttons slowly, taking in Kate’s body as more of it became visible. Kate took over, growing impatient with the pace, and undid the rest of her shirt, buttons breaking in the process. Osgood took a moment to just look at Kate, her hands tracing the outline of Kate’s bra. Osgood’s hands trailed over the newly available skin, and she kissed down Kate’s neck onto her shoulders and chest. She could hear Kate’s small inhales and she used them as guidance as she explored. Kate grew impatient again and tilted Osgood’s chin up so their eyes met. She placed her hands on Kate’s waist and Kate nodded as Osgood undid the button and pushed Kate's trousers and underwear down her legs.
Kate perched on the edge of the counter and Osgood put a hand on Kate’s knee, encouraging Kate to spread her legs. She obliged and Osgood stepped closer, trailing her fingers up the inside of Kate’s leg from her knee.
“What do you- I guess, how do you? I- I don’t know.” Osgood trailed off, tripping over her words she looked away from Kate for a moment, but Kate turned her head back to look at her.
“It’s alright.” Kate said softly. “We don’t have to-”
Osgood cut her off. “I-I want to.” Osgood said and Kate nodded.
Kate stroked her thumb over Osgood’s cheek and Osgood leaned forwards to kiss her again. Kate covered Osgood’s hand with her own and guided it closer to where she wanted it. Not breaking the kiss Osgood touched Kate feeling how aroused she was, she moved her fingers through the wetness and listened, once again, for guidance as she experimented to see how Kate reacted, and adjusted accordingly. Kate pulled back and Osgood leaned into the hand still on her cheek as she rubbed circles over Kate’s clitoris. Osgood smiled as she coaxed louder noises from Kate, she felt Kate’s hand leave her face and watched as Kate gripped onto the edge of the counter. Osgood kept on at what she was doing, experimenting between light brushes and firmer circles every so often collecting more wetness.
Kate murmured into her ear. “I need more.” She said, “I want to feel you inside.” She spoke directly into Osgood’s ear and Osgood obliged. She slipped her index and middle finger into Kate, at the same time as she rubbed across Kate’s clit with her thumb. Osgood drew her fingers part of the way out and pushed them in again, she repeated the motion with firm rubs on Kate’s clitoris. Kate let out a moan.
“That’s it, Good girl, keep doing that.” Kate mumbled as Osgood curled her fingers. Osgood’s eyes widened at the praise and she pressed her thighs together, suddenly aware of how aroused she was. She repeated the previous action, now with the addition of curling her fingers drawing delicious sounds from Kate. Kate was getting louder and Osgood was aware that anybody could walk in and see them, as she realised this, Kate lost her grip on the edge of the counter, and her arse slipped forwards which made Osgoods fingers enter her more deeply.
“Oh fuck, just like that” Kate moaned loudly and clung onto Osgood, she buried her face into Osgoods shoulder as Osgood thrust her fingers into her in a similar manner. Osgood knew that Kate needed to be quieter but she didn’t care.
“I’m close,” Osgood heard Kate say, “don’t stop.” Kate instructed and Osgood curled her fingers. Kate clung onto her as she came.
Osgood held Kate up whilst she caught her breath, she eased her fingers out of her and wasn’t quite sure what she was meant to do, so she reached for a paper towel to dry her hand.
“Oh, yes.” Kate said. “That was brilliant.” Kate patted Osgood’s cheek, and Osgood smiled. Kate grabbed her trousers and pulled them, and her underwear, up in one fluid motion. She had just slipped the button into the button hole when she heard giggles and voices from outside the door. Kate looked around and noted the look of panic on Osgood’s face, moving without thinking she grabbed Osgood’s hand and dragged her into one of the empty cubicles.
“What the-” Osgood started but was cut off by Kate shushing her and a hand over her mouth as the door was shut and locked behind her. Osgood found herself chest to chest to Kate and she felt Kate’s cheek against hers as Kate’s lips brushed her skin
“Think you can be a good girl and be quiet?” Kate whispered into Osgoods ear as she slid an arm around the brunette’s waist and pulled her flush against her. Osgood nodded, and Kate took her hand away from Osgood’s mouth. She took a moment to breathe deeply, feeling Kate’s fingers toying with the hem of her dress against her thigh. The teasing was getting to her and she was growing impatient with Kate, the voices outside the door irrelevant to them, it felt as though time had stopped and it was just her and Kate in a tiny corner of the universe made just for them, this moment in time was made just for them. Osgood grabbed Kate's hand and tried to move it to where she needed it.
Kate chuckled softly. “You’re so desperate.” She teased and intentionally let go of Osgood.
“Please.” Osgood whined, she stepped closer to Kate.
“You sure?” Kate asked, her tone warm.
“Please Kate.”
Osgood realised she’d never begged anyone for this before, she was shocked with herself but that was quickly pushed aside when she felt Kate’s hand under her chin and Kate’s lips on hers. She felt her back hit the door again and heard the voices outside go silent as the door rattled. Kate nudged Osgood’s legs apart with her foot, tapping on her ankle. Osgood obliged and she found Kate’s knee between her legs. She sucked in a breath at the new-found pressure, which gave her a small amount of relief. She felt Kate’s hands settle on her waist, and the urge to rock her hips against Kate’s thigh grew as a strangled moan escaped her lips.
“You are needy, aren’t you?” Kate said, her voice low and husky “I thought you said you could keep quiet.”
“I can.” Osgood began to protest, realising that she was proving Kate’s point, she dropped her voice, “I can- it’s just, I-'' Osgood trailed off, she heard the creak and slam of the main door of the bathroom. She felt Kate stilling her motions and she whined, dropping her head onto Kate’s shoulder, Osgood was so aroused she thought she would combust, or cry, quite likely both.
“Let me take you home and we can do this properly.” Kate said, although it was phrased as a command, Osgood knew from her tone that she could have said no and there would be no pressure. But Osgood didn’t want to say no. She wanted this, it was something for her that her family couldn’t touch. Nova would be too drunk to notice her absence.
“Please.” Osgood replied, relieved that Kate wanted her enough to take her home. Kate reached behind Osgood to unlock the cubicle door, she watched as Kate buttoned her shirt and felt a slight disappointment that she could no longer see Kate’s skin. Osgood felt Kate’s hand on the small of her back, steering her back to the bar, which Osgood was grateful for because all she could think about was how painfully turned on she was. Kate picked up her jacket and bag, as Osgood glanced at her sister. Fuck it, she though, this is mine. She doesn’t get to ruin it for me.
The moment Osgood stepped outside the night-time chill settled around her, she wrapped her arms around herself and made her way over to Kate who was on the phone for a taxi. She replayed what had just happened, touching Kate and the noises the blonde made as a response, Kate touching her and how Kate was not touching her now, despite how much Osgood wanted it. She shivered and then felt the weight of Kate’s jacket on her shoulders. She’s so caring Osgood thought to herself as she smiled at Kate, and she imagined what this would be like if it were actually a date.
When the taxi arrived Kate opened the door for Osgood and Osgood was hit with that same wondering, she thought it would be quite similar. She sat with her thoughts, letting herself have a moment to process as the taxi pulled off. Her thoughts ranged from maybe I should let Nova know , which she quickly dismissed, to I should have worn sexier underwear . She was pulled from her thoughts by Kate’s hand resting on her thigh, fingers stroking over the soft skin. Osgood sucked in a breath and looked at Kate, watching Kate’s eyes flick down to her legs and back to her eyes. She winked and Osgood squeezed her thighs together, not expecting how quickly something as small as a wink and touch to her thigh could get her all worked up again. She was squirming in her seat
Kate’s voice was low and husky as she walked leaned closer to Osgood.
“Oh sweetie not much longer now.” Osgood exhaled slowly, thinking Kate would ease up on the touches and teasing but Kate did the opposite. Osgood’s dress slid up her legs and she felt Kate’s hand centimetres away from where she needed it. She knew she couldn’t plead with Kate in a taxi, it wouldn’t be fair on the driver, but she was nearing the breaking point where all sense of shame would just fly out of the window. Kate hadn’t moved away and she pressed a kiss to the skin beside Osgood’s ear, Osgood felt a scrape of teeth on the side of her neck and Kate’s fingers pressed against her clit over her underwear. Osgood hissed and rocked her hips forwards, chasing the contact as Kate pulled her hand away. Osgood tried to glare at her, but she melted when Kate winked back, with that seductive half smile.
Osgood kept her thighs squeezed together, seeking the tiny bit of pressure she got from it, squirming in her seat trying to find some form of friction or release. She looked out the window of the taxi hoping to distract herself, but as soon as she’d made up her mind to do that the taxi stopped and Kate climbed out, she offered Osgood her hand which she took instantaneously. Kate led her inside.
Osgood glanced around Kate’s hallway, taking in the tasteful decor- pictures of children growing up and an older man in a military uniform she assumed would be Kate’s father. She stepped out of her shoes and looked at Kate.
“You have a lovely home.” She said quietly, almost afraid it would break the spell that had been cast over them and Kate would suddenly not want her anymore.
Kate smiled at Osgood. “Thank you, and I think you’ll find upstairs to be more preferable.”
Osgood swallowed and nodded in agreement. Kate led the way up the stairs and Osgood’s eyes lingered on Kate’s body. She could feel the nerves rising as her internal monologue raced off.
Stop staring at her, well I suppose you are here for that reason and you’ve already had your fingers inside of her, staring at her arse isn’t going to change anything. And she’s taking you straight, well there’s nothing straight about it, to her room. She managed to reason with herself and she hurried after Kate.
She watched Kate sit down on the end of her bed and pat the space next to her. Osgood sat, confused as to what Kate was doing.
“Are you still sure about this?” Kate asked and Osgood could have sworn her heart did flips and a warmth filled her chest. Osgood didn’t respond, she pressed her lips against the other woman’s and her hands found a home on Kate’s shoulders and waist. Kate reciprocated and deepened the kiss, tangling a hand in Osgood’s hair. The kiss was gentler than the others they’d shared but the intensity and the want was still there. Osgood felt Kate’s hands pushing the jacket from her shoulders and hands pulling her to Kate’s lap, Osgood ended up sitting across Kate’s thigh, she dropped her head onto Kate’s shoulder as she got some form of relief. Kate stroked a hand over Osgood’s hair and made a noise of sympathy.
“Someone’s needy.” Kate whispered to Osgood, she hadn’t realised she’d been rocking her hips on Kate’s thigh, seeking the friction she so desperately needed. Osgood whined and she felt Kate’s hands stilling her hips.
“If you don’t touch me I swear to god-” Osgood started but was cut off by a finger against her lips.
“Strip.” Kate instructed and Osgood obliged, removing the dress, unclasping her bra and sliding her underwear down. She didn’t stop to let herself think, just to do what Kate told her to do. She looked at Kate, who had a pleased expression on her face, leant back slightly with her legs crossed.
“What a good girl.” She said to Osgood. “Lie back on the bed for me.”
Once again, Osgood obliged, sinking into the soft, pale blue sheets that covered Kate’s bed. Kate straddled Osgood’s waist, and there was something about the fact that Kate was still dressed and Osgood was not that made the action feel powerful. Kate explored Osgood’s body, fingers trailing over soft skin. Osgood sucked in a breath as Kate’s thumbs found her nipples, Osgood was squirming at the sensations, and Kate seemed to revel in drawing such reactions from Osgood.
“Please, Kate, touch me.” Osgood pleaded with her and Kate smirked.
“Oh I am touching you.” Kate said as she rolled one of Osgood’s nipples between her fingers
Osgood dropped her head onto the pillows, her mouth open, but the sound caught in her throat. She took a deep breath.
“That’s not what I mean and you know it.”
“You’ll have to be more specific then, won’t you.”
Osgood whined, reaching for Kate’s hand, but Kate moved it out of reach.
“Be a good girl and use your words.” Kate said, drawing the sentence out.
“Please, I- I want your hands. I want you to-” Osgood trailed off, gesturing, hoping that would be enough to get what she needed.
Kate chuckled. “You can do better than that.”
Osgood squirmed under Kate as a moan escaped her lips.
“I can’t help you unless you use your words sweetheart.”
Osgood tried to work out what to say, how to ask, but she couldn’t make the words form. As Osgood looked up at her, searching for what to do, Kate took Osgoods hand.
“How about you show me what you need?” Kate suggested, moving to kneel between Osgood’s legs. A sense of relief at Kate’s understanding washed over Osgood as she looked at their joined hands, she could show Kate what she needed.
She slid her hand between her legs, trailing her fingers through the wetness, bringing them up to rub at her clit. She did this a few times, gathering wetness and rubbing circles whilst looking upwards at the ceiling, she could feel the intensity of Kate’s gaze on her and she locked eyes with the blonde. The feeling before was intense, but touching herself in Kate’s bed but touching herself whilst looking at the woman whom she desperately wanted to touch her was a whole new set of feelings. She watched Kate’s eyes flick down to where her hand was working between her legs, showing Kate what she needed.
Kate reached out to touch Osgood’s leg, on the inside of the knee, tracing shapes with her fingertips.
“Please.” Osgood whispered to Kate, she needed Kate to touch her, to touch her where she needed.
Kate took pity on Osgood, she stroked her hands up Osgood’s thighs, taking Osgood’s hand away and replacing it with her own. Osgood thought she might come from that first touch from Kate, then and there, Kate had certainly teased her enough. Osgood couldn’t hold back the noises Kate drew from her, moans and whines, as if she were steering Kate’s actions with her reactions. She felt Kate’s fingers rub circles around her clit, dip down, barely entering her and then return to her clit. Kate was perfectly replicating the same motions that Osgood had been doing to herself. She could feel Kate’s fingers dipping gently inside her, hesitating there.
“Please” Osgood moaned out, desperately wanting Kate’s fingers inside of her.
Osgood could have cried from the relief she felt, Kate’s fingers slowly pushing into her, fingers flexing at the same time as Kate’s thumb brushed over her clit. Osgood didn’t know why she did it, but she reached out for Kate’s spare hand and laced their fingers together. She felt anchored, like she wasn’t about to float off into space, like she was here and this was happening. Osgood thought this must be what it feels like to be in space, feeling nothing and then everything simultaneously. She could feel the stars themselves growing brighter and in this moment it felt like she and Kate were the only two people in the universe, and everything was moving and spinning just for them. A few more well timed thrusts from Kate and it felt like the universe shattered around her, into millions of tiny pieces, as Osgood came with a cry.
Breathing hard, Osgood took a moment to gather her awareness. She could feel the mattress dipping beside her as Kate moved up to the head of the bed. She opened her eyes, turning to look at the blonde.
“How was that?” Kate asked, stroking Osgood’s arm with her fingertips.
“It was good. Well, better than good- so much better than good.”
Osgood watched as Kate’s expression became slightly smug, as if she were pleased with herself. She rolled onto her side, feeling Kate’s shirt under her cheek as she rested her head on Kate’s chest. She closed her eyes, relaxed by Kate drawing shapes on her spine.
“Do you want to stay, or do you need to go?” Kate asked, after a while. “I’d like you to stay.”
Osgood felt that fuzzy feeling again, glad that Kate wanted her . She looked up and met Kate's eyes.
“I’d like to stay.”
Osgood drifted off to the rise and fall of Kate’s chest under her head and a comforting hand against her spine.
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By the time Osgood came back into the world for the second time it was light, and the house was silent. She stretched and rolled over, feeling something crinkle against her cheek. She blinked the sleep from her eyes, sitting up she slipped her glasses on. She glanced over the paper, reading the note.
“I’m sorry that I’ve had to rush off early- there’s money on the kitchen table for a taxi home.
I had a lovely time with you,
Kate.”
Osgood yawned and checked the time on her phone. 7:34. She had to be at her new job within an hour. She checked her maps and realised she was only a 15 minute commute from her flat. She got out of bed and neatened it up a bit, scrawling a note of her own on the back of Kate’s.
“Thank you for everything.
-Os”
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Osgood hated being late, it was something she couldn’t stand. So when she finally stepped through the doors into the small meeting hall she let out a sigh of relief, there were only four or five others there. She took a seat at the end of a row and waited.
The room slowly filled up with people somebody she recognised entered, her manager. He quickly set the scene, explaining what the aim of the day was and finally introducing the Boss.
It was her . It was Kate.
Osgood locked eyes with Kate and she was transported back to the events of last night. Soft skin and low moans. She could hear Kate speaking, introducing herself to the new recruits. She tried to focus on the speech, but all she could hear was the words Kate had told her last night, be a good girl and use your words , Osgood flushed pink and looked to the floor.
She looked up at Kate, who was pointedly looking away from her. It finally sunk in, Osgood had slept with her boss’ boss. Albeit, Kate wasn’t her boss last night, last night when you were grinding pathetically on her thigh her brain helpfully supplied, but Kate was her boss now and that would be wrong.
She carried on through the morning in a bit of a daze, trying her best to focus and avoid Kate.
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When the first break rolled around it became impossible for Osgood as Kate walked over to her, similar to how she had walked over the night before to offer to buy Osgood a drink.
“Would you like to grab coffee sometime?”
A different drink but a drink all the same.
“That would be lovely.”