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the gift

pairing: Eve Polastri & Villanelle | Oksana Astankova

warning: smut

summary: Eve gives Villanelle the gift of a lifetime

word count: 4200+

March. Typically, the world is greyed over due to numerous rain-filled clouds inhabiting the sky. Trees are still lank and bare from the winter weather and their leaves have barely given any thought about making a reappearance. However, today seemed special. Different. The usually sequestered sun had dominated the clouds and shone bright rays of light into the world beneath it. Even the trees bore small budding leaves on randomised branches.

Eve stirred from her sleep as a result of said sun, which was beaming through the slit in the curtains and directly onto her face. Her hands subconsciously rose to shield her closed eyes from the light and she let out a soft groan caused by both tiredness and irritation. She kept her eyes covered and wished for sleep to take over her again, before she realised what day it was.

Villanelle's birthday.

Eve's eyes immediately popped open, but reduced to a squint after being attacked by the sun. "Shit." She muttered, sitting up in the king size bed while Villanelle lay asleep beside her. Eve tried to rack her brain for an appropriate word to describe how her lover looked in that moment, but ironically, the only word that came to mind was angelic. Perhaps it was the way her honey coloured hair was sprawled across the pillow in an almost halo shape, or maybe it was the certain sunbeam which resembled a golden aura that highlighted the lower half of her face.

Villanelle's mouth in the light was nothing short of tempting. Her full lips looked even pinker in the spotlight, and the subtle sleepy pout that she wore was calling Eve's kiss. There was nothing she wanted more than to just simply lean down and kiss her, wake her. But Eve wanted to give Villanelle the best birthday she could, and that started with breakfast in bed.

Eve forced her attention away from the sleeping girl next to her and instead focused on the task at hand. First, she needed to actually figure out what time it currently was and how much time she had to sort things out before Villanelle woke. She pulled the charger from out of her phone and peered at the illuminated screen which displayed what she needed to know.

9:18

Villanelle generally woke up at around ten, so Eve had plenty of time. It wasn't unusual for her to wake up before her partner, however, she usually snuggled up to the person next to her and drifted back into a deep sleep. But not today. Eve carefully pulled the sheets from her body and clambered out of bed as silently as she could so as to not disturb Villanelle. She tiptoed her way out of their shared bedroom and walked into the large kitchen, where the whole of the sun could be clearly seen through the windowpanes. As she tried to think of what she could possibly make for breakfast, she scoured through the fridge to find any assortment of ingredients that could form something edible. Pancakes, maybe? Eve Polastri was definitely not a Michelin star chef, although she did take pride in her ability to make a palatable batch of pancakes.

Eve cleared the fridge of the ingredients she needed; eggs, milk, butter. She even grabbed a hold of a half-empty carton of orange juice and poured the liquid into a glass for herself. Deciding to make the most of the improved weather, she cracked open the windows to allow the fresh Spring air to spread throughout the room. While Eve began to whip up the pancake batter, she came to the realisation that she had never made this kind of effort with her ex-husband. She didn't wake up early on his birthday to cook him breakfast in bed, and she didn't sneak out of the room so as to prolong his sleep. Niko was her husband, but he wasn't the one.

The pancakes didn't take long to cook, and Eve was plating them up before she knew it. She would often drift away from reality when completing simple tasks, as they didn't require much forethought and her mind was very easy to succumb to. Due to this, she completely forgot she had to pick up Villanelle's birthday cake she ordered a few days before. Eve picked up her phone, all while cursing herself internally, and dialled the bakery's number to let them know she was running a little late and she'd be there as soon as she could. She wanted to be able to take the breakfast to Villanelle as soon as she got back, so she decided to quickly chop up some fresh fruit as she wouldn't have to do it when she returned. An assortment of blueberries, bananas and strawberries were finely sliced and placed intricately atop the stack of pancakes on each plate, with the reminder of the fruit being transferred into a bowl.

Eve was happy with her work, but she was well aware that the cake still needed to be collected. She pulled on a pair of shoes and caught sight of herself in the hall mirror, wearing grey sweatpants and a loose black t-shirt that she had slept in. Usually she would change into something fresh before going outdoors, but she just didn't have the time, so she left her house with purse in hand and no cares about her outfit.

On the walk to the bakery, Eve delighted in the joyous chatter of people and children revelling in the sunny skies. It was hard to believe that just yesterday, the streets were painted with raindrops. Next to the bakery sat Eve and Villanelle's favourite cafe. It was a family owned business with an expertise in roasting beans. The closer Eve got, the stronger the coffee smell was, and the more she craved a cup. She eyed the bakery door. She knew she was running behind, but she was won over by the caffeine.

The man behind the counter greeted Eve enthusiastically and immediately began to make her order, without her even needing to say anything. A cappuccino and a hot chocolate.

"V not with you today?" The barista questioned, noticing Villanelle's absence right away. The couple always came here together, so it was a rare sight for Eve to be here by herself.

"It's her birthday today. She's having a lie in." Eve explained and awaited her coffee as it was being poured into a take-away cup.

"Aw, wish her a happy birthday from me!" The man placed both cups on the counter. Eve reached for her purse to take out the money she owed, but the man waved a dismissive hand. "It's on me. Get back before she wakes up."

"Thank you." Eve said sincerely and picked up the hot drinks. Now she really needed to pick up that cake. She entered the bakery next door and was immediately greeted with the wonderful aroma of freshly baked goods, which had her stomach growling in search of food. Resisting the temptation to purchase a croissant for herself, Eve freed her hands of the coffee by putting the beverages on the countertop and pulled out the money she owed for the cake. And only the cake. No croissants. Once she was given her order, Eve placed her coffee cups on top of the box and bid a polite goodbye to the workers. It was definitely a challenge balancing the drinks while walking, but she successfully managed to make it back into her house without any accidents.

The house was quiet, apart from the high pitched singing of birds that could be heard from outside. Hoping that Villanelle was still asleep, Eve entered the kitchen to see things just as she left them. With a sigh of relief, Eve put the large box inside the fridge for safe keeping, and placed her items on a chopping board; two plates, the bowl of fruit and the two cups. She wasn't bothered to look for a tray since the chopping board did the exact same job and aided her in carrying all the stuff to the bedroom in one go. She pushed open the bedroom door with her foot and watched as a yawning Villanelle was rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"Good morning." Eve greeted, immediately drawing Villanelle's attention to her.

"Aw, Eve." She spoke softly, jutting her lower lip out in a sweet pout. "You made this for us?"

"For you." Eve corrected, kicking off her shoes and rejoining her lover on the bed. She set down the chopping board in the middle and scooted up with her back against the headboard. Villanelle mimicked her position.

"Happy birthday, Villanelle." Eve leaned over and pressed a kiss to her cheek, to which Villanelle's skin reacted by crimsoning in a blush.

Villanelle had never felt so seen before. Her birthday was never a big deal for her, or anyone. It was just a date on the calendar that she recognised but never fully acknowledged. She certainly didn't get breakfast handed to her, or the love of her life celebrating with her. She didn't know how to react to the gesture, and her eyes began to fill up with emotion, so she simply said, "Eat up."

Eve didn't need to be told twice, nor did the rumbling in her stomach. She picked up one of the plates and groaned in the realisation that she forgot cutlery.

"What's wrong, Eve?" Villanelle asked, a furrow in her brow that showed she was genuinely concerned. Eve chuckled and shook her head.

"I just forgot to bring a knife and fork."

"Hey, what are hands for?" Villanelle picked up a pancake in one of her hands and tucked a few berries into the fold she was creating, before putting it into her mouth and taking a hefty bite. This prompted Eve to follow and take her own bite of the pancake. They both shared a glance as the delicious food took over their taste buds. Villanelle comically rolled her eyes into the back of her head in pleasure, which had Eve quickly glancing away before she got any ideas.

"So good." The blonde mumbled over a mouthful of food and grabbed one of the cups off the board. She recognised the label instantly and smiled to herself, washing down her bite with a gulp of...cappuccino.

"Bleh!" Villanelle forced the liquid down before handing the drink to its rightful owner. "Cappuccino."

Eve laughed at the reaction and took her cup. The couple spent majority of the day in the bedroom, eating their food and dancing to old music played on vinyls. Villanelle suggested spending some time outdoors in the warmth and Eve agreed. They dressed into light clothing and walked hand in hand outside, where the sun was belting down hot rays and positivity.

"Do you want to go to the park?" Villanelle asked as the pair strolled down the street.

"Of course. It'll be packed, though." Eve informed her, but neither of them really cared.

"It's okay. I'll just scare the children off." Villanelle said casually. Eve turned to look at her, a questioning eyebrow raised. She was serious!

"You want to play? Like, actually play in the park?"

"Yes! Why else would I have suggested it?" Villanelle had a confused look on her face. Eve just laughed and leaned her head on the taller woman's shoulder as they walked to the park.

It was indeed packed. Children ran about the tarmac, squealing gleefully while parents chattered over benches and homemade sandwiches. Eve felt a little self conscious about being a fully grown woman in a park with no children of her own, but Villanelle did not care. She was a child at heart.

"C'mon, Eve! I want to go on the swings." Villanelle latched onto Eve's hand tightly, dragging her to the swing set that was fully occupied, apart from one. "Sit." She instructed and Eve followed, taking up the last swing. She thought that Villanelle was going to push her but instead she stood in front of the little boy on the neighbouring swing.

"Move. Now." Villanelle demanded and the boy ran off the swing without any further orders. She took the swing and looked over at Eve, who was stifling a laugh. "What? He's probably been here long enough, it's my turn."

"You're a big kid." Eve teased, adjusting her grip on the rusting metal chains and beginning to swing.

"I'm your big kid." Villanelle attempted to flirt, but they both looked at each other with widening eyes. "No, I have sex with you, that's just wrong."

"Villanelle!" Eve scolded her and glanced around to see if any children heard. "This is a children's park. You can't just say sex." Her voice lowered to a whisper.

"At least I'm not doing it." Villanelle shrugged it off and joined Eve in swinging.

"Yeah, 'cause it's a crime."

"Just because some things are illegal doesn't mean it has stopped me doing them."

"Duh." Eve laughed.

The pair swung around for a while longer before they decided to head home. The sun was beginning to dim down a little and the park was quietening. Walking back to the house, they continued to hold hands, not wanting to part after spending so little time together over the years.

"Do you think the sun knew it was my birthday today?" Villanelle asked with her head tilted towards the sky just as Eve was opening the front door.

"Yes." Eve said honestly, taking one last look at the star before it was to be covered over by incoming clouds. They entered the house and Eve instructed Villanelle to take a seat at the table in the kitchen while she shut the door.

"Why? What are you doing?" She questioned. Of course she wouldn't just sit down without asking why.

"Just sit down." Eve gestured to the chair.

"Why, though?"

"Villanelle, do you trust me?"

"I do."

"Then sit down." Eve rolled her eyes playfully at the stubbornness of her girlfriend.

"Fine." Villanelle dragged out the word, but took a seat at the table nonetheless. Eve snuck over to the fridge and removed the box she placed in there earlier. She lifted the two tier lilac cake out of its packaging and grabbed some candles from the back of a cupboard. She stuck a few of them haphazardly into the cake and struck up a lighter, disguising the sound with a cough. Villanelle could only hear what Eve was doing, and she was pleasantly surprised when the cake was placed in front of her on the table. Eve began to sing happy birthday, very horribly in her eyes, but Villanelle loved every second of it and that's all that mattered. Those tears that were blinked away this morning resurfaced, but Eve noticed them this time.

"Is my singing really that bad?" Eve joked lightly but pulled a chair closer to Villanelle and sat down. She grasped the blonde's face between her hands, allowing the pads of her thumbs to trace the outline of her cheekbones and wipe away falling tears.

"No. You've just been so nice to me." Villanelle admitted and leaned into Eve's touch, sniffling very quietly. Eve's heart hurt for her lover but she put on a brave face.

"And I will continue to do that. It's what you deserve. Now, make a wish." Eve directed the subject to the cake to lighten the mood, and she could tell Villanelle was grateful for it. She thought about her wish for a moment before blowing out each candle simultaneously with a huge blow, to which Eve celebrated with a cheer.

"Do you want to have a slice now or do you want your present first?" Eve asked, rising from her seat. Villanelle looked genuinely surprised at the question.

"You got me a present?"

"Yes, of course I did."

Villanelle smiled. "Then I want that first."

"You got it." Eve shot her a wink while she disappeared from the kitchen to retrieve the gift. Villanelle took a moment to appreciate the effort that Eve had put into making this day special for her. And it was just that. Special.

Eve returned with another box, but wrapped this time in a birthday themed paper and tied off with a red ribbon. She pushed the cake out of the way and set the present in front of Villanelle, returning to her seat to watch her open it.

She untied the ribbon, ripped open the paper and pulled open the box. She gasped at its contents and looked at Eve, who had the end of her nail in her mouth.

"Lingerie?" Villanelle raised an amused eyebrow, picking up the lacy underwear with her thumbs. The blood red material changed the mood in the room with its presence. The ribboned one piece felt expensive in her hands and she was just about to ask where it had been purchased, only Eve cut her off.

"How about you to try it on and I'll grab some wine." Eve rose from her seat with a confident composure, as if her heart wasn't racing inside her body at the thought of Villanelle in the present she got her. She felt maybe she was being a little selfish with the present, as it would be more her who would be enjoying it, but the way she was feeling right now let her know that Villanelle would definitely be as grateful for the gift as Eve was.

Villanelle wordlessly sauntered out of the kitchen with the box in her hands while Eve scanned the wooden rack for a particular bottle of red wine. Once acquired, she plucked two wine glasses and carried them to the bedroom. Upon opening the door, she found Villanelle already changed into the lingerie and seating herself on the bed, back against the headboard like her position this morning.

Every shift of her curvy body was accentuated by the cardinal colour, and it contrasted so beautifully against her pale, milky skin. Her full breasts filled the cups of the piece, with the tops of them spilling out ever so slightly. Each step that Eve took just added to the lust she was already feeling. The wine in her hands was almost forgotten about until Villanelle spoke up and drew Eve from her mesmerisation.

"I like these glasses." Villanelle admitted, taking the two from Eve's hands and setting them on her beside table. Eve could hardly form a coherent thought in her head, and there Villanelle was, admiring wine glasses.

"Yeah." Eve agreed with a sheepish nod and popped open the chilled wine bottle. The liquid sloshed around in the glass as she poured it carelessly, and Villanelle caught an escaped drop that was running down the side of the glass with her finger. She placed that finger in her mouth to lick off the drop of alcohol, all while staring at Eve from under her lashes. The older woman took a deep breath before swallowing the glass of wine in one. She certainly needed the alcohol to kick in immediately to soothe the overload of feelings within her body. She was so turned on, nervous, hot. All because of another girl.

"I like your style." Villanelle's lips curved into a smirk as she gulped back her own glass until nothing was left. The residue of the red liquid stained her lips a darker shade of pink, and that was all Eve needed to give in. She climbed onto her knees on the bed and positioned herself in front of Villanelle, between her legs. The blonde wrapped her slim legs around the other's waist, and pulled her in closer. Eve felt drunk already, but she knew it wasn't the result of the singular glass of wine; she was love drunk. And overly horny.

Eve leaned in first and captured Villanelle's lips in a kiss. Her lips were soft and delicate and she couldn't seem to get enough. Villanelle separated for air but Eve's eager mouth was parting her dewy lips faster than she could inhale. Eve felt again the rush of submissiveness, the fervent yearning, the surge of desire that knocked her breathless. This was routine for her, but she didn't wish to submit to Villanelle tonight. They both pulled away, intaking sharp breaths to their lungs. Eve barely gave Villanelle time to breathe, for her lips were now planting hot, open-mouthed kisses against the side of her neck. She skimmed across her pulse point with her teeth and pressed a singular kiss on the base of her throat. Villanelle gasped softly and her head titled back, hitting against the headboard with a quiet thud. The birthday girl was in a daze, rightfully in a trance due to Eve's actions.

As the pair put a few centimetres distance between their faces, Villanelle could read the look in Eve's eyes. She had no time to speak, to interject, for Eve was already shuffling her body down the bed, laying on her stomach and placing her hands around Villanelle's knees. She shivered at the cool touch and slowly spread her legs apart, peering down into beady brown eyes that were already gazing at her. No words were exchanged, only small pants of anticipation as Eve traced a svelte finger along the lacy outline of the panties Villanelle wore. She waited with bated breath for the next move, and slowly shut her eyes when Eve hooked the finger beneath one side of the underwear and pulled it to the side. The older woman could see just how wet this whole ordeal had gotten Villanelle. She let the material go from her finger and it snapped back against Villanelle, making her squirm. Her insides were quaking with lust.

Eve watched her own hands as they ran over expanses of creamy, pale skin and squeezed in all the right places. Each squeeze evoked a different reaction from the blonde, which only fuelled Eve's desire more. She couldn't take any more of this teasing herself, never mind Villanelle.

She pulled the panties to the side once more, but rougher this time. Eager fingers began to sneak between Villanelle's thighs, slipping past the soaked lace and ghosting over her pulsing clit, which earned a filthy whine in response. Eve rubbed tight little circles on the blonde's clit and looked up between her legs to see Villanelle's eyes shut. Eve stopped.

"What the hell?" Villanelle complained, glaring down at her lover with a nettled expression.

"Keep your eyes open, Oksana." Eve demanded, and Villanelle's eyes widened at the name. Words failed to come to her, so all she could manage was a nod to show she understood.

"And hold this." Eve instructed, gesturing to the panties that she was holding to the side. Villanelle reached down to take over and watched her lover's every move.

Eve used two fingers to spread Villanelle's glistening folds apart and leaned forward to ghost her lips over her clit, giving it a whisper of a kiss. She stuck out her tongue and flattened it, sliding from the beginning of Villanelle's entrance, up to the straining pearl of her clit. With her teeth clenched, the blonde hissed softly, and Eve repeated the motion again and again. She was determined to have Villanelle yield and by the way her chest was heaving up and down hastily, Eve knew that she was enjoying this as much as she is.

Eve worked messily and despite her best efforts to gather everything Villanelle had to offer, warm wetness still smeared across her cheeks. The blonde's taste was sweet, tangy, and so, so addictive. Eve's tongue delved deeper in search of more, parting Villanelle's pussy with the tip of her tongue and she thrusted forward into her. A sharp cry was released into the air and Eve looked up just in time to see Villanelle bite hard onto her lip to stifle her moans of pleasure. Eve's grip on Villanelle's thighs tightened, and she could feel the uneven skin of battle wounds beneath her palms. Each scar told a different story of how Villanelle fought and survived.

The couple knew that Villanelle would not be able to stay completely submissive for too long. Her free hand came to rest on top of Eve's head, twisting curly hair around her fist and shoving her face further against her pussy. Eve barely had an opportunity to catch her breath, but the way Villanelle's hips were raising to ride her tongue was evidence enough that she was close to ecstasy.

"Oh, Eve." She panted out, closing and opening her fist around black locks. "Keep doing that."

Eve had no intentions of stopping. She continued the repetitive plunging of her tongue into Villanelle's entrance, and removed one of her hands from her thigh to tease the clit that was longing for attention. At this action, Villanelle's thighs automatically closed around Eve's head in a vice-like grip as her orgasm overtook her body. Wetness trickled past Eve's mouth and coated her chin as the woman above her moaned out curses in a mix of both English and Russian.

"Wow." Villanelle spoke, breathless. She parted her legs to allow Eve to catch her breath and rekindled eye contact.

"Best birthday present ever. Do you want some cake now?"

[locolesbianwp]

birthday

pairing: Emily Dickinson & Sue Gilbert

warning: smut

summary: It’s Emily’s birthday and Sue finds herself under the table

word count: 2000+

Emily practically pranced around the dining table to make sure everything was in its correct place. She shifted forks that looked even the slightest bit wonky, folded and refolded napkins if they weren't pleasing to the eye. She even went as far as twisting the plain, circular plates around as if they would look any different when turned.

"Emily, relax. It's your birthday, go sit down." Sue instructed, pulling out a mahogany chair in the middle of the dining table. She had also been trying to help set the table but she barely got to touch anything for Emily wanted everything to be perfect tonight. Her whole family was practically there and she so wanted to have a peaceful, quiet, drama-free dinner. For once.

"I'm just excited." Emily explained, holding her own hands over her heart as she examined the layout of the dining room. The great oak table had been covered in a gorgeous red material provided by Betty. Sparkling cutlery and fine china plates were set in front of ten seats, ready to be used for the birthday dinner. The wine glasses had been cleaned over so many times by Emily that they almost shimmered from the light of the chandelier.

Of course Emily dressed up for the occasion, and she did not disappoint. She wore a stunning gown of emerald green that really made the brown in her eyes twinkle. Or perhaps her eyes were twinkling from sheer excitement. An elegant necklace rested around her neck, gifted from her parents that very morning and her brunette locks flowed behind her back, just a few strands framing her face.

"I think we're ready." Emily announced, sharing an accomplished grin with Sue who was still holding onto the back of the chair she pulled out for her poet.

"Come sit, birthday girl." Sue gestured to the chair she was currently leaning over. Her eyes could not be torn away from Emily as she crossed the room and took her seat in the pulled out chair. Sue pushed her in and with a nervous flutter in her stomach, bent down to press a clandestine kiss against Emily's exposed neck.

It may have been the intimate gesture or the giddiness of having a secret relationship that made Emily gasp, or maybe it was the fact that many voices and footsteps could be heard a few feet away from the dining room, guests planning to enter.

"Sue, quick, sit!" Emily rushed in a quietened whisper, her heart racing at the thought of being caught. Sue obeyed and quickly slid into her chair next to Emily. In her haste, she managed to bang into the oak table a little harshly, causing her fork to clatter to the ground.

"Shit." Sue internally cursed at herself for her stupidity and dropped to her knees to reach for it under the table. The long red tablecloth made it difficult to see and so she pulled it over her head, only to see the fork far out of her reach. She was sure she would have looked like an idiot crawling on her hands and knees to retrieve a fork but luckily no one could see her.

The sound of cheerful chatter suddenly filled the atmosphere as all the guests joined the couple in the room, though they could only see one.

"Happy birthday, Emily." Jane Humphrey was the first to speak in a monotonous voice and the rest of her friends followed suit, although they sounded a bit more cheerful.

Everybody chose their desired seats and Emily was secretly pleased to know everybody wanted to sit next to the birthday girl. Lavinia had already called dibs and was sitting next to Emily on her left and Sue was supposed to be sitting on her right, though she hadn't emerged from underneath the table yet. As Mrs Dickinson brought in the food, she noticed this.

"Has anyone seen Susan?" All eyes turned to Emily who looked like a deer caught in the headlights at the attention.

"Uh, yeah, she's-" Emily was cut off when a sudden and surprising hand squeezed her right thigh from beneath the table. "Um, no. I haven't seen her."

"Well, that is quite rude, I must say." Mrs Dickinson voiced her disapproval as everybody began dishing out their food. "Austin, you need to start teaching your wife good manners."

"Yes, I agree. I must admit, I'm not her biggest fan in the world." Jane declared with murmurs of agreement coming from Toshiaki and Abby.

"Hey, it's not nice to talk about people when they're literally right here." Emily scolded, earning a pinch in return for her slip up from Sue under the table.

"Sue isn't here yet." Toshiaki stated the obvious.

"I meant, like, behind her back. Sue may not be here physically but I can feel her presence..." Emily trailed off when cold fingers danced across her inner thighs, her mind suddenly becoming cloudy. "I can feel her..." Trailing off once again, Emily earned a few concerned glances from everybody seated at the table. Sue allowed her fingertips to lightly graze over Emily's panties before the poet subtly, and perhaps unintentionally, spread her legs a little wider.

"Anyway..." Lavinia broke the awkward silence with a slight clear of her throat. "Let's enjoy this delicious food!"

Everyone conversed wholeheartedly while passing food and sipping wine, apart from Emily, who was astonished that Sue was still under the table.

As Emily was lifting her wine glass to her lips, Sue decided it would be a good idea to pry Emily's thighs apart completely with strong hands and hook both index fingers under the poet's black panties. Sue didn't even tug them down as she usually would, she leaned forward and pressed a teasing kiss against Emily's clothed clit.

A loud gasp erupted from Emily's throat at that first unexpected touch, causing everyone's chatter to die down and gaze upon the birthday girl with yet more concern. Lavinia, who was already experienced with under-table fornication, stared at Emily a little funnily before taking note of Sue's absence.

"Emily, are you okay?" Austin asked, his own concern for his sister evident in his tone.

"Yes, I- this wine is just so lovely that it shocked me, you know?" Emily started to ramble on, desperately trying to distract herself from the fact she could feel Sue's tongue gracing her inner thigh. "It even smells expensive, where did you get it? Like, Italy or something?"

Sue's mouth started to kiss its way back to Emily's covered centre, leaving soft open-mouthed kisses on the fabric that was dampening with Emily's arousal. Emily managed to spark up a whole conversation about wine between her family and let a brief sigh of relief fall past her parted lips. She was grateful that the attention was no longer on her so she could focus on the actions of the girl between her legs.

Sue's fingertips traced the outline of Emily's panties so lightly, she almost could've missed it if her senses weren't heightened from excitement and nervousness. Sue rested the side of her cheek against Emily's left thigh as she pulled the poet's panties to the side with ease. Emily quickly glanced down to try and catch a glimpse of Sue but the tablecloth covering the table sheltered the girl from being seen. Emily supposed it wasn't a bad thing but she so desperately wanted to gaze into Sue's eyes, to see if the hazel orbs had darkened in colour due to lust. To see the love and affection swirling around in her irises, only for Emily to see.

When she felt the tickling of Sue's hair against her bare skin, she knew the girl was close. Emily braced herself physically by taking her bottom lip between her teeth in case she made any noises that would alert her family, and braced herself mentally by filling her brain with thoughts of Sue. Sue, Sue and only Sue. That was all she ever needed.

Sue, pink-faced and extremely turned on, used her free hand to securely grip onto Emily's hip as her other was busy holding panties apart. Leaning in, her eyes fluttered shut and her tongue darted out to get a taste of what was Emily. It slipped through the poet's lips, collecting all of the wetness Emily had to offer. Sue's tastebuds were exploding at the all too familiar taste and she couldn't help that her delight came out in the form of a soft moan.

Emily was trying awfully hard to keep calm and collected as Sue's tongue licked the length of her pussy in slow strokes. Sue panted softly against Emily as her tongue continued to slip effortlessly through the poet's glistening folds. The two girls were silently begging for more and as if reading her mind, Sue began tongue-fucking her way into Emily's pussy, earning an involuntary thigh clench around her head.

Sue took two slender fingers and guided them to the little bundle of nerves that was aching for attention, rubbing in quick circles.

A sudden fist slamming against the table had everyone in the room looking around, eyes wide, including Emily. Until she noticed that the source of the disturbance was herself. Quickly pulling herself together and attempting to keep a straight face, she apologised for disrupting the conversation and made up an excuse for her abrupt action.

Sue did not once stop her own actions though, her head bobbing steadily as her tongue thrusted into Emily's pussy greedily. Her hands were busy, rubbing the poet's clit in a circular motion while the other gripped hard onto her hip. Sue could feel her own panties become wet just from pleasing Emily in this way and she knew as soon as everybody left, she would fuck Emily senseless. And vice versa.

When Emily's hand came under the table, Sue wasn't surprised. The poet always adored hand-holding but whenever she was about to cum, she loved it even more. Sue released her grip on Emily's hip and intertwined her fingers with her lover's, allowing the pad of her thumb to soothingly stroke Emily's skin.

"Emily." The unexpected name call made Emily jump and she responded with 'what?' in a rather weak voice.

"Are you alright? Why, you look...dazzled." Mrs Dickinson noted. Lavinia caught Emily's eye and raised a questioning eyebrow with a smirk etched on her lips.

"Uh, yes. I'm fine, mother." Emily reassured, glancing down at her full plate. She realised that she barely ate a thing while everybody else was halfway through their own meal. For good measure, Emily stabbed her fork through a pea and popped it into her mouth. Just as she was doing that, Sue stopped what she was doing. Emily could have angrily protested out loud but she didn't think that would be the best idea.

She squeezed Sue's fingers tightly, wordlessly asking why she had stopped. Sue's response was one Emily approved of greatly, and her eyebrows knitted upward in pleasure at the feeling of Sue's lips now wrapped around her clit.

Sue sucked gently, her tongue often prodding the clit in her mouth. Emily's eyes threatened to roll into the back of her head at the immense waves of pleasure she was feeling everywhere within her.

The smaller girl's fingers teased at the entrance of Emily's pussy, carefully slipping two inside and burying them deep. Sue thrusted her fingers in and out quickly, and along with the clit sucking, Emily could feel her orgasm rapidly approaching. Sue knew this by the way the poet's legs shook occasionally.

With a couple more thrusts and a rather hard suck, Emily completely came undone. Her head threw back against the wooden chair and her eyes scrunched closed tightly, mouth agape. Sue squeezed Emily's hand repeatedly to remind the girl where she was and who she was surrounded by.

Emily forced out a fake yawn and stretched her arms out by her side to try and cover up her suspicious outburst. Finding the whole situation hilarious, Lavinia exploded into laughter that startled everyone, even Sue. The guests stared at her with judging eyes, suddenly doubting whether Emily was the weird one or not.

After everybody finished another glass of wine, they all decided to help clean up and disperse from the dining room to enjoy some music in the parlour. Emily stayed seated, pretending that she was finishing her meal. Lavinia also hung behind for a moment or two longer before she skipped out of the room, not before saying goodbye to both Emily and Sue.

Emily's mouth hung open in shock and the chair scraped loudly as she dramatically pulled back from the table. Sue emerged from under the tablecloth, her hair slightly tousled and her cheeks bright pink. In her hand, she clutched the fork she dropped.

"How did she know?!" Emily scolded frantically under her breath, eyeing the door as if Lavinia was going to slip right back in.

"I don't know, but it's Vinnie. She won't care." Sue shrugged it off though deep down inside she was still scared.

"I know she won't care but she's my sister! She knew you were under the table and she definitely knew we were doing things!" Emily took her head in her hands and groaned in despair. "I'm going to get bullied for this for the rest of my life."

"Hey, as long as you had a good time." Sue nudged Emily's arm teasingly.

"I did." Emily cocked a brow. "Aren't you hungry? You did miss dinner, I still have some-"

"Oh, baby, I already ate."

[locolesbianwp]

bathtub

pairing: Emily Dickinson x Sue Gilbert

warning: smut

summary: Emily, Sue and a tub full of water ;)

word count: 1000+

"Just relax, Em. I'll wash your hair for you."

Emily obediently relaxed against the cold porcelain of the bathtub while her eyes fluttered shut for the first time tonight. Outside, the sky was pitch black with only the cratered moon providing light to see. It shone through the glass panes of the windows, highlighting every single detail of Emily's face perfectly. Her usually pale cheeks were lightly dusted in a pink blush and the most delicate of freckles scattered across her nose, only distinguishable from the light of the moon. Her lips, full and inviting, were a darker shade of pink from the result of anxious biting, a habit Emily had taken on recently.

The length of her neck was half submerged in lukewarm water, fading bruises adorned the silky skin that had Sue burning up in recollection. She was the one that had put them there and she was sure before the night was through, there would be more.

"You know, you have always been too good to me." Emily sunk deeper into the water as if embarrassed of her words. It was something she believed to be as true as the words in her poems. How could such a silly girl feel the love of an angel?

"No, Emily, this is what you deserve." Sue's voice was soft as she reassured the girl in the bath, her slender fingers working through the occasional tangle in Emily's brunette hair. Emily had spent the better part of her week sat at her desk in her bedroom, constantly putting quill to page if any idea came to her. Truthfully, she often forgot to eat and brush her hair.

"You think so?" Emily's voice cracked with raw emotion and though her eyes were still closed, Sue could tell that tears were about to spill. Quickly and without second thought, Sue cupped Emily's face gently between her hands and rubbed her thumbs against her cheekbones.

"Hey, hey. No crying." Sue pressed a reassuring kiss on top of the girl's forehead, causing Emily's eyes to flutter open and sure enough, tears threatened to spill. "I know so."

No other words were exchanged, anything that needed to be said was expressed in the loving look they shared. Emily broke first, eagerly leaning in to capture Sue's lips in a sweet kiss. Her hand rose from the water to grip with ease the base of Sue's throat, something that was established the woman adored. A helpless sound of pleasure erupted from Sue as she fell deeper into the kiss, she didn't even mind the water dripping from Emily's hand and onto her own skin.

It had been so long since the couple had any time to cherish each other in private. Austin was always around now with the birth of his son and the Dickinsons were always to be seen. However, Sue's husband had taken his newborn son for a trip that would last a few days, desperate to spend some time with him. This meant that Sue was all alone in their big house and of course Emily wouldn't let her best friend spend all that time with no one next to her. No one suspected a thing, apart from maybe Lavinia who always had her doubts about her sisters' relationship.

Far too soon for Sue's liking, her lips were no longer moving against Emily's as she had been pushed away by the hand wrapped around her neck. Emily dipped her head lower and instead trailed her lips across the skin of Sue's chest, her tongue darting out to catch the water droplets that had raced their way to settle on Sue's breast. The feeling of Emily's tongue had the breath caught in Sue's throat.

"Em, I'm supposed to be taking care of you." Sue reluctantly announced, finding it difficult to form any coherent thought with Emily's mouth ravishing her skin.

Sue regretted opening her mouth as soon as Emily lifted her head and removed her hand from her throat. The complete loss of contact made a concerned look form on Sue's face.

"You are taking care of me." Emily tilted her head teasingly, wrapping her hand around one of Sue's wrists. Slowly, she guided it into the water. Sue's fingertips grazed the bare skin of Emily's hip under the water. It wasn't intentional, but it was intentional when Emily pulled her hand further into the water so Sue was now touching her thigh. When Emily released her hold on her wrist, Sue knew what to do.

Emily spread her legs as much as she could in the confinement of the bathtub and the ripple of the water as she did so tickled her neck. Sue allowed her fingers to dance across Emily's thigh, tracing meaningless patterns on the skin. Every time Sue's fingertips neared closer to where she needed them most, Emily would take in a deep breath of anticipation.

"Sue, please. Just touch me." Emily couldn't take this teasing no more. Frankly, it was driving her insane.

"I am touching you." Sue teased as Emily had done earlier, which made the poet roll her eyes.

"You know that's not what I meant." Emily whispered, staring at her lover from under her lashes. The look made Sue's heart pound, and her...

"Sue!" Emily impatiently exclaimed. "Touch me!"

Finding the bossiness quite attractive, Sue finally gave in. She touched Emily under the water in all the right places. Her fingers first touched Emily's clit, rubbing in tight circles as best she could under the weight of the water. The brunette breathed out a sound of pleasure, her eyes fluttering shut once more.

Sue pushed her middle and ring finger into Emily's pussy with no warning, eliciting a shrill moan from the girl. She threw her head back and gripped the edges of the bath to try and control herself but as soon as Sue moved her fingers in and out at a steady pace, Emily unravelled underneath her touch completely.

Sue's movements were skilled but not from past experiences with Emily. They had only ever been intimate one other time but that was so long ago that they both had forgotten yet longed to know what it felt like again. Sue was skilled from pleasuring herself multiple times a week. When you have a husband you're not attracted to and a lover that you can never get alone time with, you need to take matters into your own hands. Especially when your sex drive is through the roof.

Emily's hips moved desperately under the water to meet Sue's deep strokes, her mouth constantly hanging open in delectation.

"Shit, shit, shit." The poet chanted when Sue's movements started to become harder, faster. She longed to give Emily the most pleasurable experience. "Mmm, Sue, you're so good. So good, baby."

The words of praise only egged Sue on more and she curled her fingers inside of Emily's pussy in a way that had her own fingers turn completely white from gripping the bathtub too hard. When the poet's body stopped writhing and her head fell further back, Sue knew that in just a few more moments, Emily would come undone. And that's exactly what happened.

With a couple more thrusts of her fingers, Sue watched as Emily's body trembled under her touch. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream before the moans started pouring out, so loud and passionate that Sue had to clamp her hand over Emily's mouth to protect the poor Dickinsons in the neighbouring house from hearing her.

Emily's orgasm crashed over her in quick waves, so quick that she struggled to catch her breath. Sue removed her fingers from Emily's pussy and instead grabbed one of her lover's hands that was still gripping the bath.

"Sue, I love you, that was amazing." Emily opened her eyes just a crack to meet Sue's gaze.

"I love you too. And you better get used to this, Austin's still gone for a few days."