faderift | CLOSED | She said, "Where'd you wanna go? How much you wanna risk?"

Ellie's shoulder protests from the first moments Ellie works her hips forward, letting the motion carry her thigh into her hand, letting her hand fuck into deep into Clarisse, two fingers and the heel of her palm working messily over her clit-

But she's not prepared for her mouth on her neck, her hand on her chest. Clarisse's teeth feel like hitting a tripwire, something that catches a gasp deep in her throat, her nipple hard against Clarisse's palm. Ellie's hips stutter, and then she fucks into her again juuust like that.

Her shoulder gives a dull scream at her, letting her know she's leaning too far forward into Clarisse's mouth, putting too much weight on it, but Ellie's not entirely sure she can stop.

She moves to brace her bad hand on the ground instead of Clarisse's hip, this time for better leverage, and oh god does it fucking pay off. Ellie sets a pace, then -- far rougher and faster than is really wise.

Ellie is so hot like this, openmouthed and panting while she fucks Clarisse's thigh and uses her fingers on her. Clarisse almost stops groping her just to stare, leaving a wet spot on Ellie's collarbone as she tilts her head back to watch.

Just for a few seconds. Then she goes back to it, because Ellie's leaning in closer like she wants Clarisse to keep kissing her, biting her, and Clarisse will keep doing whatever Ellie wants her to.

They're a little sloppy, desperate now, as Ellie fucks Clarisse with her hand, and she feels herself shiver and start to rock her hips, pushing back against Ellie's fingers, feels Ellie moving quick and rough and hot on her thigh at the same time.

She isn't thinking anymore so much as she's just—experiencing. The sweat on Ellie's skin, and the sounds of her breathing, and the heat coiling low in her and focusing to a point each time Ellie's palm hits her clit. It all feels so fucking good she wants it to go on forever and she wants to come, like, right this second.

Ellie feels the moment when she slips. She's intended to bring Clarisse off first, to wreck her with want and heat, to hear her lose herself, twisting under her as Ellie drags her into another peak and leaves her soaked and shuddering.

She's intended to follow her, to lay her down and fuck her like this, to get herself off to the sight of Clarisse splayed out under her and still riding the aftershocks.

It doesn't happen quite like that. Mostly because she's been edging herself pretty much since the last time Clarisse made her cum, and the taste of her is still on her tongue, and Clarisse's mouth is on her neck and her words are in her ears -- so I can watch, so I can watch.

"Fuck," Ellie whispers, the word tearing out of her, a vibration under Clarisse's teeth as all of her breath gets caught in her chest, mouth open and eyes shut as she shakily grinds her clit against Clarisse's skin, followed by softer, quicker gasps.

"Clarisse, fuck-"

Her voice breaks, and the rest of her does, too. Orgasm hits hard, leaves her gasping shallowly, her heart racing in her ears.

She'd known Ellie was close just by the way she was moving, breathing, and when her voice breaks right after saying Clarisse's name it almost sends her over the edge, too. She holds herself back from it, barely, trembling all over, and pulls her head back to watch Ellie come, like she'd said she wanted to.

"Gods, you are so fucking hot, Ellie." She's breathless. She can feel Ellie's heartbeat under her palm, how fast it's going, and the quick, jerky way she grinds against Clarisse's thigh, frantic and wet.

It has her gasping, hungry, desperate, shameless—she barely lets Ellie come down before Clarisse curls her fingers around Ellie's wrist and forces Ellie's palm against her clit again. Her nerve endings are all electrified, buzzing. She's so close.

"Keep going."

Ellie's hand is momentarily slack when Clarisse reaches for it, still riding out the aftershocks of having come that hard, but when the heel of her palm presses down against Clarisse's clit again, she sucks in air.

She doesn't hesitate. Still pinning down Clarisse's thigh with her weight, Ellie thrusts in deep, and without her attention on her own pleasure, she twists her wrist just so, dragging her fingertips as she pulls back out.

And she pulls back just enough to nudge a third finger in, her breath catching at how tight Clarisse is around her, giving her that extra stretch as she fucks back into her.

She doesn't say anything. She can't. Her eyes are still glazed with that heat, her arm shaking with aftershocks even through her determination to make Clarisse come as hard as she did. It's not afterglow when she feels this hungry, needs to see her face when it finally hits.

It doesn't take long.

Not with the way Ellie returns her attention to Clarisse, the way she adds another finger, stretching her, making her feel amazingly full, the way she twists her wrist just enough to send that friction all along Clarisse's nerve endings. The way Ellie's still shaking from her own orgasm even while she fucks her—that look in her eyes, glassy and determined, her mouth open.

"Fuck—" Clarisse's fingers are still wrapped around Ellie's wrist and now she tightens them enough to hurt, to bruise, not meaning to, not thinking at all about anything other than how good Ellie's fingers feel inside her. Her head tips back, pressed against the stone floor of the baths enough to hurt, but the pain doesn't even register.

"Ellie, I..." It's barely more than a gasp, lost in the wave of her orgasm as she rides it out, her body going tight, thighs shuddering, clenched around Ellie's fingers like a vise.

It's like a second orgasm, when Clarisse cums.

It breaks over Ellie in tingling hot and cold, a tightness on her lower stomach as the pain of Clarisse's grip radiates up her arm. The angle's hurting her shoulder, but she doesn't care.

Like this, it feels good. Feels like heat.

As she rides through that first wave, that second wave, Ellie presses in deep, leaning in close. Her mouth brushes against Clarisse's open lips, her eyes clouded with the heat of it as she flexes her fingers in slow, aching waves. She coaxes out one more, one more.

"There you go," she whispers, breathless and admiring and impossibly turned on, even if her body doesn't have it in her to keep going. "God, you're beautiful."

This last murmur is almost to herself, and she kisses her, ignoring the dull scream in her shoulder as she stays buried deep inside of her as the both of them come down.

Clarisse's thigh is fucking soaked.

Ellie's lips on hers, Ellie's fingers inside her, the sound of that breathless whisper as she talks Clarisse through it. Ellie's damn good at this, even if she says it's been a while.

Coming down is almost as good as getting off. She's content to lie there, kissing Ellie, riding those aftershocks, getting her breath back and her head in order. Finally she seems to realize she's got a death grip on Ellie's wrist and she slackens it. Ellie's a warm weight against her thigh, a contrast to the stone under her.

Her back's going to be scratched to shit tomorrow morning from all this lying on it. Worth it.

"Fuck," she murmurs. "Okay."

Worth it. The tension slowly leaves Ellie's hand as Clarisse lets go, as the kisses turn slow, warm. Just for how good it feels. Gentle now, she eases her finger out of her to brace her palm on stone and come down.

Ellie fully settles on top of her like a blanket, legs tangled, and lets out a breathy, disbelieving laugh in her ear.

"Holy shit."

Clarisse hadn't intended on doing this, back when she'd crossed the water to press a hand to Ellie's ribs. On making this last, on having her lips on Ellie's, or letting Ellie's body slide onto hers and tangle their legs together. On sticking around, after.

But Ellie's so warm against her, and Clarisse is still half drunk on what's just happened. She lets Ellie rest on her, feels her breathing, lets her own breaths go slow and relaxed. One hand drifts up to run fingertips along Ellie's ribs, light, barely aware she's even doing it.

"You're way too good at that," she mumbles, a slow, lazy smile tugging at her lips. "Shit."

Both of their hearts are working overtime, a thrumming buzz of slowly settling adrenaline as they catch their breath.

Clarisse feels amazing against her. Soft and muscular at the same time. Velvety and warm. Her hand on Ellie's ribs tickles at first, but then she presses into it like a cat, just a hint of hunger for touch.

"Mm-hm. Still got it."

Ellie grins against her ear, eyes still shut as she settles another kiss on her neck just under it.

"You too- and fuuuck, I think needed that."

She laughs. "You're telling me."

This is the most relaxed she's been in months.

Clarisse makes a low noise of approval as Ellie presses her lips to her neck and she feels the warmth of her breath tickle her ear. Her own hand presses more firmly against Ellie's ribs, slides up to rest against her back.

It aches, distantly, but everything feels so warm and loose that she barely feels that part. It's just the pleasant weight of being held.

Another slow breath, another soft kiss.

"... please don't take it personally if I fall asleep," she mumbles.

"I won't."

Even Ellie saying that's enough to make Clarisse want to shut her eyes. It would be so nice...

But after a moment she lifts her head, because it's suddenly clicked that they're lying on the floor in the public baths and that despite her casual declaration otherwise a while back, somebody could walk in here at any moment. Shit.

"We shouldn't stay in here, though."

Ellie heaves a deep sigh into Clarisse's neck.

"Shit."

She's right, of course. With a groan, she manages to unstick herself from Clarisse's front, regretfully straightening up to at least sit on the edge and dunk her feet in the water.

She's grinning, though. Conspiratorial.

"You wanna go out first?"

If they want to get away with this, anyway.

Even though it was her own doing, when Ellie climbs off her and leaves Clarisse bare, it's a bummer. She echoes Ellie's sigh as she gets up, rubbing at the small of her back.

"Yeah. Sure." First in, first out.

She gathers up her disgusting clothes from the pile she left them in earlier and hugs them to her chest, then pauses, unsure what to say. Like, thanks? That was awesome? No. That would be... really weird, right? Not to mention make her sound like a moron.

"Uh," she settles on, finally. "Okay. See you around."

Cool. Nailed it. She's gonna leave now.

Ellie's pretty sure her smile is making her look stupid, and she equally gropes for something to say, meaning she's completely glossing over Clarisse's awkwardness in favor of paying attention to her own.

"Yeah." It comes out breathless, her eyes bright. (Later, it will occur to her that she- practically pushed Clarisse out. Fuck.)

Thank you is what tries to spill out, but that also sounds fucking idiotic, so she just- nods.

"See you around."

CLOSED | She said, "Where'd you wanna go? How much you wanna risk?"

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