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The whiskey shelf was lit in a soft golden glow by the lights underneath it. The same soft light filled the rest of the bar, giving it a comfortingly intimate aura that invited all kinds of people to gather. The bartenders were busy pouring drinks and serving them. Lucy picked up her glass of whiskey and brought it to her lips, her eyes straying to the left where a beautiful woman was staring straight ahead with an empty stare. Her blonde hair glowed golden in the lighting and her skin looked soft and touchable. Lucy wanted to touch so badly. She took another sip of her whiskey before she turned slightly.
“Delaware?” She spoke a bit louder so the woman would be able to hear her over the music playing in the background.
“Come again?” Clear, blue eyes turned to meet hers and Lucy felt her breath catch, but she tried to play it off.
“Where you’re from,” she smiled at the blonde. “It’s… a game I like to play. I’ve never seen you in here before so I’m thinking – Delaware.” She smiled softly and the woman laughed, clipped but genuine.
“Mm…” her eyes flit around Lucy’s face as if searching for something. She seemed to find it because she continued. “You’re close, actually. DC.” She took a sip of her own drink and turned to smile at Lucy.
“I’m just in town for a meeting. Heard they do good burgers here.” Her smile was captivating and Lucy could’ve sworn her voice had a flirty edge to it. A girl could hope…
“Yeah! They’re pretty good…” Lucy trailed off before continuing with a triumphant smile. “But their wings… that’s their secret weapon.” She took another sip of her drink before she let her eyes trail back to the blonde, who had tucked some of her hair behind her ear and turned toward her more. She was wearing a fitted black shirt that was accenting her body in all the right ways.
“It’s…” she hesitated, her eyes catching on Lucy’s before dipping down to her lips and back up; Lucy felt heat polling in her abdomen. “It’s kinda hard to hear you. Do you wanna sit closer?” Her golden hair fell back into her face as she nodded toward the empty barstool next to her and Lucy had to avert her eyes for a second. Deep breaths, she could feel her heart beating faster as she took another sip of her whiskey.
“Sure.” She cursed her voice for sounding more breathy than before but she grabbed her bag and her drink and moved over to the empty seat. After a beat of silence, both women staring at their drinks, the blonde spoke up again.
“Mm, so in DC I go to this place called John’s Hole in the Hall,” Lucy giggled silently at the name. “Supposedly where they planned Watergate.” Lucy watched fascinated as the woman’s eyes grew distant in fond memory.
“Double patty, double cheese, smothered in Thousand Island…” she trailed off and Lucy couldn’t resist but give her a once-over. One, because the woman was hot, and two, because…
“Hey,” she started, her Texas drawl creeping into her speech a bit. “You don’t seem like a ‘smothered in Thousand Island’ typa gal.” The blonde chuckled, turning to Lucy, her eyes half-lidded, pupils blown. Yup, flirting. Definitely flirting, Lucy tried to keep breathing normally as the blonde continued.
“Yeah. Well,” her voice was pitched lower; Lucy felt that heat spike again, this time centred between her legs. She couldn’t take her eyes off the woman in front of her with her soft, golden curls and sharp, blue eyes. “You know. I don’t seem like a lot of things.” Lucy chuckled in the hope it would mask the blush starting to paint her cheeks darker, but she probably failed. She’s saved by the bartender putting down a plate of burger and fries in front of them. The woman thanked them and turned back to Lucy, but Lucy couldn’t resist. The food was the perfect distraction from her current state of lingering arousal.
A scandalised oh no sounded from left of her, shortly followed by a sharp slap to her hand. She pulled back.
“What?” She looked at Kate in disbelief.
“You didn’t do that.” Kate whispered incredulously.
“What?” Lucy repeated. This time, knowing they had broken their personas, she was only half-asking what she did wrong. She had an idea…
“You didn’t eat my fries,” Kate continued, and Lucy smirked, picking up another fry and dramatically shoved it into her wide open mouth.
“It’s too intimate.” Lucy shot Kate a look that she knew was really quite bratty, but she couldn’t help herself. Most higher brain functions left her when she was alone with Whistler… speaking of her girlfriend was still speaking.
“We sat here, and drank, and – and flirted.” Kate’s voice had taken on a reminiscing tone and Lucy had to break the tension.
“You got me all worked up with you Thousand Island comment.” She pouted and Whistler laughed, head falling back, exposing her throat. Lucy’s brain stopped processing for a hot second at the sight of Kate laughing so freely – beautiful. To avoid just jumping her girlfriend there and then, Lucy rubbed her hand to her forehead and let her thoughts wander.
“Is what we’re doing silly?” She wondered out loud, pleading for Kate to say no because, frankly, Lucy was really kinda into it.
“No,” Kate’s tone was reassuring, a smile still stretching her lips. “We’re re-enacting the first night we met. It is… it’s the perfect non-anniversary.” Kate’s voice had gone all soft and mushy, her hand was resting in the crook of her neck and Lucy knew she was playing with the shorter strands of hair in the nape of her neck. Again, the urge to just jump her girlfriend there and then was too strong, so she looked down. Really the way the light was catching on her whiskey was immensely interesting… She caught some movement out the corner of her eye and saw Kate had leaned in toward her.
“Let’s keep going.” She whispered and Lucy felt her lips pull up into a smirk as she looked up at Kate through her lashes. She could hear Kate’s breath catch in her throat at the sight and her throat bobbed in a swallow. Ha, at least Lucy wasn’t the only one affected. Quickly they both sat up and cleared their throats. Lucy flicked her hair back over her shoulder with a little smile. They’d already deviated from the first night they met… maybe they could deviate some more and actually book a room in the hotel attached to the bar and-
“So,” Lucy picked up her drink; Kate turned towards her. “What is Watergate?” A beat of silence and Lucy could see Kate trying to hold back her laughter but in the end she’s caught out and the laughter bubbled up anyway. Lucy joined in immediately, leaning ever so slightly more into Kate’s space. Her eyes caught on Kate’s mouth, and really could she be blamed for leaning in further? Their lips connected in a brief touch before they both remembered they were sitting in a full bar and neither of them were super keen on PDA.
“So,” Kate started, her hand came to rest on Lucy’s knee. “I know this might be forward, but you seem really cool and I actually have a room in the hotel upstairs.” Lucy did her best not to look too eager as Kate’s thumb started tracing circles into the skin on the inside of her knee. Her hand slipping up towards her thigh.
“I’m Kate by the way.”
“Lucy.” She hated how breathless she sounded, but Kate’s hand had reached about halfway up her thigh and what had been a simmering warmth during their earlier conversation was steadily building up to something more. Especially when Kate decided to dig her fingers into the flesh of her thigh a bit harder, the pressure a zing of pleasure shooting straight up to her centre.
“Nice to meet you, Lucy.” Kate’s face was so close to her that Lucy could make out the faint flush of Kate’s fair skin and the sheen of her lips where she’d run her tongue over them. Lucy could feel Kate’s nails skim the inside of her thigh as she lifted her hand away.
“Nice to meet you – too.” Lucy’s breath hitched as Kate’s hand came to settle, hot and present, on her waist. She wasn’t listening as Kate spoke to the bartender and handed over some bills; her senses were homed in on the heat of Kate’s hand, the non-sensical tapping of her fingers against her back. All she could think about was the fact that to everyone else in this bar, they were two women who’d just met and who were about to go to a hotel room together to… God they really weren’t being subtle were they? But Lucy felt her body come alive under even this minimal touch of Kate’s. Especially when the touch became slightly possessive as Kate pushed up from the chair and her hand moved to Lucy’s lower back to help her off her chair and guide her towards the staircase up to the hotel rooms. Had she really already booked a room? Or was that the conversation with the bartender? Lucy found her brain could not figure it out, but she was also currently preoccupied with trying to not stare too blatantly at the way Kate’s hips were swaying as she was walking up the stairs. Truly Kate should have kept Lucy in front of her going up the stairs, and not opted to take the lead. It would have deprived Lucy of the view but also would’ve meant her brain functions might’ve been slightly more… online.
When they reached the top of the stairs, Lucy knew Kate could tell how keyed up she was. The taller woman was purposefully keeping up the distance between them; every time Lucy went to reach for her, Kate smiled minutely and evaded the touch. Lucy could feel herself pouting.
“Come on,” Kate’s voice sent shivers down her spine as her breath tickled Lucy’s ear, and Lucy managed to just stifle a moan when Kate’s tongue dipped into the shell of her ear, dragging softly along the cartilage. “My room’s down that corridor, number seventeen.” Kate’s hand was back on Lucy’s lower back, warmth spreading throughout Lucy’s body, as she guided her to the door. Lucy frankly thought it was unfair how composed Kate still looked. She could feel the flush high on her cheeks, her breathing was absolutely not as calm as it usually was, her pulse was hammering in her neck, Kate’s presence behind her made her body ache with need.
“Kate…” Fuck, her voice was already wrecked, and Kate hadn’t even really touched her yet. The whole role playing was really getting to her more than she thought it would. When they’d been apart for her Agent Afloat gig, they’d taken a bit of time to get used to each other’s physical presence again and their sex life had suffered under the pressures but this… this was the best idea they had ever had. As Kate ushered her into the hotel room, Lucy made up her mind that they would be doing this again – soon. Maybe they could pretend to be other people next time; Lucy thought back to when Kate had briefly been brunette and closed her eyes with a gasp.
“So… Lucy… If this isn’t too forward, I would really like to kiss you.” Kate was right there so Lucy turned and threw her arms around her neck.
“Yes please.” She spoke the words into Kate’s mouth as they connected, and Kate pushed back immediately. Their lips moved against each other; Kate’s tongue licked along the seam of Lucy’s lips until she opened them. Lucy groaned low in her throat, her hands sinking into Kate’s hair, twisting in the curls, just as one of Kate’s hands came up to frame her cheek, the other grabbing her waist and pulling her flush against her body. Lucy moaned at the feeling of her tits against her, one of Kate’s feet found their place between Lucy’s and her thigh pushed Lucy’s legs apart, eliciting a gasp from the shorter woman. Her back hit the wall as Kate pressed her thigh against Lucy who couldn’t help but grind down against the solid muscle. Kate’s mouth slipped from her mouth down to her neck where she kissed and sucked and nipped until Lucy could feel the wetness soaking her underwear where it was rubbing against Kate’s thigh.
“If it’s going too fast for you, we can…” Kate mumbled into her neck, but Lucy quickly grabbed for her face, pulling her back up and crashing her lips against hers.
“Nope, this is good. Very good. So good. Bed, now.” They grinned into their next kiss and Kate’s hands slid down her body in a trail of fire, groping her ass briefly to grab the top of her thighs and lifting her easily. Lucy gasped again; breath hitched as her thighs wrapped themselves around Kate’s body. Kate’s fingers dug into the muscle of her thighs, sending electric shocks straight to her wet cunt.
“Kate,” she moaned; Kate kissed her again while lowering her to the bed. Their hair tangled on the sheets, surroundings disappearing behind a curtain of gold until all Lucy could see was Kate’s perfect face. Awed, she raised a hand to trace her cheekbones, feeling the soft, thin skin under her blue eyes, her lips still slightly sticky with leftover lip gloss. Kate nipped her fingers when Lucy traced her lips gently and Lucy giggled.
“You know it’s weird,” Lucy started; Kate lowered herself between her legs, their bodies slotting together. “It’s almost like I’ve known you for ages, Kate whose-last-name-I-don’t-know.” Kate grinned as she lowered her head to trail kisses along Lucy’s neck.
“The feeling’s mutual, Lucy whose-last-name-I-definitely-also-don’t-know.” Lucy laughed, her hands once again buried in Kate’s hair, holding her close as she made her way down Lucy’s body. She paused to pull Lucy’s shirt to the side and lick a broad stripe along her boob, circling her nipple; Lucy moaned, eyes falling closed, fingers tightening, legs pulling Kate in closer in search of friction. Kate pushed up, pulling her knee in and Lucy mumbled incoherently when she pressed said knee to Lucy’s cunt. The pressure was delicious and Lucy rolled her hips down, down, down. She heard Kate gasp and opened her eyes to see Kate watching her with fascination. She could’ve sworn she heard the FBI agent murmur something along the lines of so wet for me, but she was also hearing angelic choirs singing Kate’s praises so really it was anyone’s guess.
“So,” Kate’s fingers were playing along the edges of Lucy’s top, her fingertips grazing her overheated skin. “How do you usually like to do this, Lucy? What do you want?” Lucy arced up into Kate’s touch, her shirt riding up; she opened her mouth, but the words weren’t coming out. She was more worked up than she had been in a while.
“Words,” Kate moved her knee back and Lucy whined at the loss.
“You,” Lucy forced out. “Your hands, your mouth, please.” Lucy watched as Kate’s eyes darkened, her pupils eclipsing the blue iris, her lips parted with soft pants, her fingers still playing with the hem of her shirt dug into the soft skin of her stomach.
“Your wish,” Kate pushed her shirt up, Lucy lifted her shoulders and head as she slipped it off and the cool air of the room made her nipples harden. Kate skimmed a hand down her neck, over her breastbone, to the left to briefly cup her boob, run her thumb over the peaked nipple before moving on along her hip to the top of her jeans. She made quick work of the button and zip, pressing a kiss to her pubic bone as the flesh was revealed. Lucy whined when Kate made her way down her leg with her kisses instead of where she was wet and wanting.
“Kate,” she forced out again, but the other woman shushed her.
“Patience.” Kate’s smirk was pressed into the flesh of her upper thigh, almost, almost where Lucy wanted her, but they were still pretending not to really know each other so she couldn’t, she had to hold back, she couldn’t just bury her hands in Kate’s hair and guide her there. So she twisted her hands into the sheets, squeezed her eyes shut and tried to breathe evenly. When she opened her eyes again, her breath got caught in her throat – Kate was gloriously, terrifyingly naked, kneeling on the bed between Lucy’s legs, her hands running up Lucy’s legs.
“Fuck.” She cursed and closed her eyes again.
“Uh uh, can’t have that.” Kate’s hands came to a stop where her thighs met her cunt. Lucy could feel how wet and swollen she was, the anticipation was killing her. “Open your eyes, pretty.” Lucy couldn’t help but obey and watched with wide eyes as Kate lowered herself to the bed, her fingers ghosting over her folds, briefly dipping in to graze a circle around her clit; Lucy was going to die. Kate’s name fell from her lips like a mantra, a prayer, the only word she could form. And then those hands trailed up higher, fingers trailing wet across the muscle of her abdomen, which were quivering, contracting as Lucy fought the urge to grind her hips down and hopefully onto Kate’s face.
“So pretty,” Kate’s breath was cool against her folds and Lucy mewled when Kate licked between them, from her entrance up to her clit. She couldn’t have stopped her hands finally burying themselves in Kate’s hair if she wanted to (and she didn’t). Kate flattened her tongue against her clit before pulling back to suck harshly; Lucy curled up into a sitting position, her thighs squeezed together around Kate’s head. But the other woman wasn’t deterred, she licked down to her opening and the pointed tongue dipped in, curling slowly before pulling out again. Lucy was lost. She fell back down onto the mattress, eyes closed once more, one hand pulling blonde hair, the other twisted into the white sheets. The pleasure was spreading through her body like a wildfire, pressure building in her lower abdomen like a growing wave waiting to crash against the shore. Kate’s pointed tongue curled its way up, up, up until she was drawing patterns against her clit again. The ebb and flow of pressure, Kate’s fingers applying gentle pressure to her labia, getting wet with her arousal, and the soft, quiet moans Kate was breathing into her were enough to finally push her over the edge. She crashed into shore like a wave, release spreading through her body from the coiled tension of pleasure between her legs. Her body relaxed into the mattress, and she blinked her eyes open after a second only to groan again, taking in the view of Kate still kneeling between her legs but now her mouth and chin were drenched in Lucy’s arousal. Her tongues darted out to lick it from her lower lip and Lucy pushed up to follow that tongue with her own. The taste of her own slick on Kate’s lips was intoxicating and she pushed her backwards, hand reaching between Kate’s legs to find her dripping wet. She gasped into her mouth as Lucy’s fingers dipped into her folds, finding her entrance, and sinking in deep in one smooth motion. Kate whined high in her throat, eyes falling closed as Lucy sucked on her throat, the hand not currently curling up into her girlfriend, came up to cup her boob, and tweak a nipple, before gently pushing her to lie back.
“Your turn, stranger.” She grinned as she kissed her way down to Kate’s tits, Kate’s hand carded through her dark curls and gripped tight. Lucy moaned, her thumb coming up to rub her clit while her fingers continued to fuck into her, as her mouth latched onto one of her nipples. Kate cursed above her and Lucy felt her convulse around her fingers, a fresh gush of arousal wetting them. Lucy smirked, kissing her way further down her torso until she reached her sopping wet cunt. She licked her lips before leaning down to lick into Kate’s folds. Her fingers were still buried inside her, holding her open for Lucy’s tongue to lick up the liquid arousal with broad strokes. Kate’s hand in her hair tightened and her gasp turned into a moan as Lucy started to fuck into her with her fingers again, curling them just right while her pointed tongue drew patterns on and around her clit. The pleasure was building like a steady fire in her stomach and Kate gasped out Lucy’s name as she came again, this time drenching Lucy’s face in the process. Lucy closed her eyes as she licked her lips.
“Mm, delicious.” She whispered and Kate laughed before leaning up to drag her in closer by the neck and kiss her deeply. They were both messy and naked, their bodies lax from the recent orgasms and Lucy hadn’t been this content in a while. Kate pulled her towards her and into her side; Lucy went willingly. They were warm and pliant in each other’s arms.
“I love you,” Lucy pressed the words into the skin of Kate’s neck.
“Love you, too.” Kate’s words were mumbled into Lucy’s hair, followed by a brief kiss and Lucy closed her eyes in bliss, before she remembered –
“So… can I have your number?” Lucy whispered and they both dissolved into laughter.