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Ava is laying on the floor of their kitchen while Beatrice laughs at something that only love laughs about. It's chest heaving and rib-achingly fulfilling in a way that makes her lips taste sweet.
She's so happy. She's so damn happy. The light streaks through red curtains in a proof of dawn, putting them in a soft embrace.
Beatrice has her hair out in waves, falling over her shoulders and ending past her ribcage. She let her trim it a couple days ago, albeit with some hesitation, Ava taking the best scissors they had and running her fingers to part her hair like she did with so much else.
It makes her think of her lips, how they part to invite hot deep desire and tongue. Of the low moans that would escape when Ava leaned forward and nipped at the bruised skin there.
Beatrice eyes are on her as she drags herself up from the floor, bare feet stumbling back before she rights herself.
She tilts her head to the side, eyes crinkling. "What is it?"
Her hand hugs a mug of hot tea, the picture of a Moomin imprinted on the side. They found it in a gift shop not long after coming to Switzerland.
Ava takes the mug from her hands and places it on the table beside them before leaning forward to tuck hair behind her ear. "You're so..." She places a kiss right above her brow, sighing. "I wish I could show you just how much of a grip you have on me..." She places another kiss by her ear, tongue escaping to lick a stripe of hot skin.
Beatrice hums, fingers digging into her hip in an effort to bring her closer. "You could."
Ava huffs out a laugh, continuing her assault downward. "Yeah? What did you have in mind?" She's mumbling, paying more attention to how Beatrice's breath hitch as she latches onto a spot at her neck than the words alone.
Steady fingers take a hold of her jaw, forcing Ava to look up at her. “I want to see how far you'll go in an effort to prove it.”
It hits her like a flood wave and Ava rockets back, eyes scattering over Beatrice's face to see if she's being serious.
There's teasing with an edge of hesitation, like so much of what Beatrice did came with when she stepped out of her comfort zone. But for the way her fingers twitch against her side she knows she wants it, reaching for what she hadn't let herself have for so long. It's heavy, the desire. Buzzing in the air from so much more than just this moment.
“Yes.” Ava breathes, the thought alone sending a spark straight to her core. “Yes– whatever you want, whatever you need. I'll do it.”
Beatrice sucks in a breath, eyes growing heavy from the response. The realisation that this will be more than just a thought, a proposition. “Then get into the bathroom for me.”
Ava scrambles to comply, looking back once to see Beatrice escaping into the bedroom before she steps into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open. Even though there was no one else but them, no chance of getting caught, it made her feel exposed in a way that settled like nerves underneath her skin.
When Beatrice comes inside a minute later she's dressed down to a simple shirt and black knickers. That's not what intrigues Ava the most though as her eyes fall down to the dildo strapped between her legs. It's one of the bigger ones they own, one they bought only because Ava stared at it for a little too long and Beatrice silently put it in their cart.
“Turn around for me.”
“Wow, how long have we had that without using it, really? Because I know we have our favourites but I think it's gone far too long–”
Beatrice stops her by pressing at her shoulder, swiftly and expertly turning her to then slide her arms around her waist and press her front against her back. She leans in to whisper hotly by her ear. “Didn't you want to prove you could be good for me, darling?”
It's frustratingly hot and Ava's head falls back on her shoulder. “I'm just saying… This is great. I more than approve.”
She chuckles. “Happy to hear that.” Her hands run up her waist, lifting the shirt in the process as she graces her lips close to her ear. “Now these are lovely but I would like for you to take them off.”
“Fuck, yes. Okay.” Ava reaches blindly to pull the shirt over her head, boyish and clumsy, letting it fall to the floor by their feet. She does the same with her pants and underwear and soon she's standing in front of the mirror completely naked. Beatrice is drinking the sight in and Ava chuckles, the nerves getting to her even after all these months. “Am I just going to stare at my own reflection while you fuck me?”
“That was the plan, yes.” Beatrice kisses down her neck, relishing in the newly exposed skin. Ava arches her neck, sighing.
“Bea…”
Beatrice hums and Ava rocks back, feeling the dildo press up against her cunt.
Fuck.
“Patience.” Beatrice bites before her hands leave completely. She reaches for a bottle of lube she'd placed on the counter beside them but instead of squirting it into her own hand she holds it out for Ava. “Show me how badly you want it.”
Ava takes the bottle with shaky hands, pouring a hefty amount into her own palm. Beatrice's hold tightens around her waist.
“How do you expect me to do this with you standing behind me?”
Beatrice only answers by nudging her foot against her ankle, making her spread her legs wider. Then she presses even further against her body, the dildo shooting forward between her legs.
“Oh.”
“You think you could manage?”
“Yup, definitely.” Ava babbles, trying not to think of the quickly building arousal and how the cock is rubbing up against her centre.
She wraps her hand around the dildo while it is still between her legs, needing to angle her wrist in order to push all the way down to the base. Her knuckles grace her clit as she slowly spreads the lube over the strap and her mouth falls open from the sight alone.
Beatrice seems just as enraptured, watching how Ava's fingers curl when going down and how her palm rubs up against her centre to give her the friction she needs.
Ava rocks down with the motion, not helping herself. “Shit, Bea. I want…”
“You want what, Ava? You have to be more clear.”
Ava rocks again, losing herself in the motion. Her eyes fall to herself in the mirror, to her messy swept away hair and the wet marks down her neck. To Beatrice standing behind her like they were moulded as one.
“I need you inside of me.” Her movement stutters when the tip slides against a particular spot. “Fuck. Please, fuck me.”
Beatrice's fingers curl in her hair and she gently tug her down to nip at the base of her ear. “God, I love the way you beg.”
Ava moans, her back arching deliciously by the pull. She can practically feel herself dripping down her leg.
“Like I said, I'm all yours.”
“That you are.” With those words Beatrice angles the dildo before slowly sinking in. It's a wide stretch and Ava takes it inch by inch, mouth falling open to let out another throaty moan.
Beatrice is still keeping a steady hand in her hair, grip now and again tightening as she starts to move.
Ava falls forward to steady herself on the sink, fingers growing white knuckled.
It gives Beatrice more leverage to sink deeper but she's still taking it slow, agonisingly so, waiting for Ava to adjust to the size.
She can already feel the orgasm building and it's like Beatrice can sense it too because she leans back. “Don't come until I tell you so. Can you do that for me?”
Fuck, “yes– just fuck me. I can take it.”
There's a hum of conformation before Beatrice moves, one fast thrust that hits a part deep inside of her. She continues like that, steady but deep that bottoms her out and leaves her panting.
She can feel the prickle of tears in her eyes from the pleasure alone. Her whole body is tingling.
“I thought you said you could take it.”
“I can, I can.” She whimpers, lungs rattling. “Shit.”
She watches Beatrice in the mirror as she takes in the words with a twitch of her lips. She's teasing. “Are you quite sure? Maybe I should stop.”
“No, no.” Ava shakes her head, desperately trying to get her message across. Her brain is foggy and she's so lost in the pleasure alone, on how the strap feels inside of her that she can't care less for how utterly ruined she must look right now. “Don't stop. Please don't stop.”
Beatrice doesn't stop. Instead she starts going faster while sliding her hand down to rub furious circles against her clit.
Ava nearly loses it right there.
“Bea, Bea, Bea–” She whines, fully crying now. The downside to being the one in the front is that she doesn't have anything to latch onto. Instead she opts on biting down on her bottom lip hard, trying to keep her moans at bay.
It doesn't really work. She can hear how the cock slides in and out of her cunt, wet and messy.
It's a relentless phase and Beatrice is only going faster.
“Fuck. I'm going to–”
“No you won't.” Even then she doesn't stop and Ava can't take it anymore. Her arms are shaking, the only thing holding her up being Beatrice's hand by her waist.
“Beatrice, I need to cum.”
That's when she stops completely, still deep inside of her but at least she's not moving. “Lick these clean for me.”
She removes her fingers from her now dripping cunt and takes it to Ava's lips.
Ava opens her mouth obediently, trying to focus on moving her tongue and wrapping her lips around Beatrice's fingers while the strap shifts inside of her.
Tasting herself is nothing new, but for the lust painting Beatrice's expression you would think it was.
They are removed with a pop, a string of saliva trailing behind.
“Okay. You can cum.” She solidifies her statement by thrusting into her a couple times, sending Ava reeling.
The orgasm rocks through her, walls pulsing around the cock and she grips the sink harder as her legs shake through the most intense pleasure she's felt in a long time.
Ava distantly registers Beatrice's lips by her ear, whispering sweet nothing like; “you did so good, sweetie” and, “i'm so proud of you, you're doing so good.”
When she comes down from the orgasm Beatrice has wrapped both of her arms around her waist and are leaning into her body for support. “Wow.”
Beatrice chuckles. “You could say that.”
“Not how I thought this night would go but I'm definitely not complaining.”
“Well,” Beatrice places a kiss on the top of her head, sighing contently. She gets like that after sex, sweet and cuddly. “You did wish to prove something.”
Ava grins. “Did I do it?”
“I've always loved you and I always will. I don't believe that hold can grow any stronger.” Is the answer she gets in return and it's so sincere that Ava tears up again, but now for a completely different reason.
“Shit, stop being all mushy. I'm going to cry again.”
“I quite enjoyed that.”
Ava laughs, hands coming to lay over Beatrice's as she leans even more of her weight into her, knowing she will keep her steady. “Oh yeah?”
“I've always liked how strongly you feel things, how clearly you express that you enjoy something… it makes me daring.”
Her smile turns soft. “Yeah.”
This is love. Laying on the kitchen floor while laughing your absolute heart out is love. Ava wouldn't want it any other way.