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Beauty in the Sheets - Chapter 2 - (Branjie) - Thankyoumissvanjie

A/N: YOU GUYYYYYS! All these comments and all the sweet words are making me blush. Thank you for engage with it, it really made the difference. So here you have 5k words of these messy little shits.

“I fucked someone from the floor,”

“Brooke Lynn Isabelle Hytes…” Nina buried her head in her hands, wishing that she could go ten minutes back before Brooke had barged into her room with a frantic look in her eyes.

“Though technically I fucked first and then she became part of the floor, so I didn’t actuall-“

“I hate that your ex is a lawyer.” She did. She really did.

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“Me?”

“You’re the bitch who always gets the last freshly baked croissant down at the Starbucks on Monday mornings. Hoe, I’ve been wanting to yell at you for three months,” Pointing her finger at her, she made an intimidating presence, despite her small size.

“Okay?” Brooke’s brows furrowed in confusion as she tried to process what Vanjie was saying.

Croissants?

“Bitch, you know how much I need a warm and flaky piece of french tastiness on a Monday morning? Do you?” The juxtaposition of the petite woman in front of her couple with the angry and loud tenor of her voice, made Brooke feel blindsided.

What the fuck, was she on about?

“From the way you’re acting, I am guessing a lot?”

“A fuck ton, Mary. I swear, you been on my shit list forever - always walking in front of me in yo’ perfect hair and yoga pants stealing my Monday morning pastry fantasy! What you got to say for yourself?” Vanessa slowly walked towards her as her voice got louder, ending right in front of her, her neck craned to keep eye contact.

There was something about those eyes. Where had she seen those eyes before?

“Uhm… Nothing?”

“Really hoe?”

“That croissant is the only carb I let myself eat during the week. So really, I won’t apologize.” Shrugging, she walked passed Vanjie, putting down her bags on the bed that wasn’t filled with half a Mac store of products and four dresses.

“You one of them hoes that don’t let themselves live? You for real?”

“Okay. This is quite simple. I go there every Monday at 8:45, get my coffee and croissants and go down to the counter. I am neither aiding or abetting in you not getting your “Monday morning pastry fantasy”, as you so aptly put it,” She really couldn’t see the problem. So she got that last croissant? There were other places to get one than that Starbucks - though Liam always made the best espresso.

“Aiding and abetting? What you on about?”

“If you are looking for a culprit, maybe you should talk to the guy working there? I am just an innocent bystander” She couldn’t believe that she was throwing Liam under the bus. But the angry and, quite frankly, beautiful woman in front of her made her want to be on her good side.

Not that she could do anything about it.

“Now why would I do my man Liam dirty? He always be remembering my name and drank?”

“And yet he never saves a croissant for you? You sure, he’s your man?” Her raised eyebrow challenged Vanessa to contradict her.

I am so sorry, Liam. But I just want this beautiful woman to stop yelling at me.

“Shit, you right. Goddammit, Liam, I thought we had something special,”

“Yeah well…” Brooke laughed a bit, as she saw Vanessa calming down. “So you want to try this again?” She put her hand out, hoping that they could restart.

Still. There was something about those eyes.

“Yeah, sorry girl, I take my Monday mornin’ rituals serious,” the sheepish smile she sent her way, was enough to make up for the angry poking she had done a few seconds ago.

“I get it, so uhm. Hi, I’m Brooke,” She did her best at not feeling the tingle that ran up her hand as Vanessa grabbed it with hers. Softly shaking it.

“And I’m Vanjie.”

She was cute.

Brooke was fucked.

She was still basking in the afterglow, her muscles sore and mind fussy.

Bella was sitting in the window smoking, still naked.

The moonlight was lighting up her body, showcasing her perfection. Vanjie took the moment to really look at her. She admired her athletic build. The way she was so unapologetic sexual, her long legs and perfect tits on display with no care for who saw them.

How the hell had she managed to seduce this glamazon of a woman?

As her eyes were tracing the lines of her body, she noticed something under one of Bella’s breasts, what that a tattoo?

“Bitch, you have a tattoo?” The words tumbled out of her mouth, her brain filter still fucked out of commission.

“Huh?” Bella looked over at her on the bed, looking confused, almost as if she had forgotten that Vanjie was still there.

“There?” It took effort to lift her hand and point, her body weak and exhausted.

“Oh, that… Yeah. Got it years ago. Went through a phase, wanted to do something stupid and thought, why not get the infinity sign tattooed underneath my boob… You know, as you do?” She sounded bored. Her whole demeanour changed, but maybe that was just Vanjie reading too much into it.

“Giiiiiiirl,” Vanjie was surprised, it seemed so out of character for someone like Bella to have such a dumb tattoo.

“I know.” She smiled wryly as she stubbed her cigarette and threw it out the window. “So, do you need money?” The change in subject and her business-like tone of voice caught her completely off guard.

“…What?”

“Money? For an Uber?” She slowly went over to a chair and picked up a black satin robe, instantly making Vanjie feel very naked and exposed.

What was going on?

“Why would I need that?”

“We’re on the upper east side and it’s 4 AM, are you really going to walk home in those heels?”

The bitch was kicking her out. Wow. Usually, it was Vanjie doing this to the women she brought home.

“You kicking me out?” She couldn’t help but laugh slightly, almost impressed that this was happening to her and not the other way around.

“Uhm, Yeah? So. You need any cash to get home?”

“Hoe, I got my own money,”

“Right, okay. Uhm… Bye?” And then she walked into the bathroom, clearly indicating that she expected her to be gone when she got back out.

This bitch.

Vanjie got up on shaky legs, chuckling a bit to herself, as she tried to find her clothes, already dreading the fact that she would have to go home with no underwear on.

Seeing her dress and shoes thrown carelessly at the dinner table made her thoughts drift to earlier in the evening, and how Bella had taken her apart right there.

Fuck. She could feel herself get wet all over again.

She heard the shower start, as she put on her clothes, realising that she would probably have to get a move on.

Seeing a notepad on the table, she quickly got an idea.

I had fun. Call me if you wanna try for eight. - V

202-555-0174

She quickly got out of the apartment, fishing her phone out of her bag and dialling a number that she knew all too well.

“Bitch, you best be getting ready to spend all you money on lipsticks, cause I just got laid by the lesbian club goddess!”

They were all sitting in groups. Nina realised that there were a time and place to make all her employees mingle, and tonight was not the night. So she let it slide, as she chose to sit next to the Khiel’s girl, knowing that she probably played favourite with them, seeing as her best friend worked there.

“So apparently, I have been stealing Vanjie’s Monday morning croissants for months?” Brooke looked confused at all of them, as she stabbed one of the tomatoes on her plate.

“Holy shit, that’s you?” Nina had dealt with Vanjie’s supposed croissant thief for a couple of months. A matter that wasn’t really her problem, but something she chose to deal with because she found the small woman hilarious, her outbursts so ridiculous, that they were like watching live comedy.

“Nina! See! I told you, it wasn’t me! I told you!” Katya knocked her hand loudly on the table, her eyes wide with indignation.

“Vanjie came and yelled in my office about a blonde bitch from Khiel’s and you seemed like the obvious choice.” Nina shrugged happily biting into a fry, as Katya gasped at her.

“Mama, I am offended and shocked that you would hear the words ‘blonde’ and ‘bitch’ and not think of Miss Hytes first.”

“Ob-fucking-jection!” Brooke’s indignant voice was paired with a surprised look on her face, as she turned and slapped Katya on the shoulder, the older blonde laughing at her.

“One, Katya… Really hon, are you? And Brooke, I’m going to deny that. I love you, but you’re a bitch.” Brooke placed a hand over her heart as she huffed, trying to play the victim even though she knew that Nina was right. She could be a bit of a bitch.

“Barbara please, I am an upstanding citizen, I would never steal someone’s croissant - now Miss Hytes over here, that’s a whole different matter,” The signature wheezing laughter followed, as Katya bumped her shoulder playfully into the other blonde’s shoulder

“How can I steal someone’s croissant, if I am paying for it with my own money? I mean, where’s the proof? Where are the witnesses of this supposed crime?” She looked at both of them, and at Shuga, Chad and Detox who had all listened to their conversation in quiet amusement.

“Bitch…”

“Here we fucking go again…”

“I hate that you know so many lawyers”

As the whole table erupted into loud laughter, Brooke frowned down at her salad.

“No more than I do,” Nina heard Brooke’s muttering, the annoyed tone making her worried.

Two tables over all the Mac Girls were huddled together, comparing their rooms, trying to figure out who had gotten the sweeter deal

“So how’s it going with the Ice Queen?” A’keria cackled as she asked, still not over the fact that Vanjie had been the one to get the Icy blonde as her companion for the weekend. Just her luck.

“She the croissant stealer,” Vanjie muttered as she took a sip of the wine in front of her

“What?” Silky was almost yelling, not giving a damn that her mouth was full.

“I said, she the good damn croissant thief!” Vanjie’s voice was louder than a steam train, which was thankfully drowned out by the laughs over at Brooke’s table.

“You’re kiddin’!”

They had all had to deal with Vanjie’s yelling every Monday morning because some blonde woman always seemed to get the last fresh croissant at the corner Starbucks.

Vanjie didn’t care that she could buy them at literally any other coffee shop - she wanted it from that one.

“Nope… She that hoe,” she shook her head, as she gulped down the last of her wine. “But you know what, bitch said something that got me thinkin’. How come Liam ain’t ever save one for me? He there every Monday, he sees it happening. Why ain’t he helping a hoe out?”

“Oh, so she one of them clever bitches, since she got you to change your mind” Silky had to admire any person, that could manage to get an angry Vanjie to see reason, as she was more stubborn than a bull.

“Yeah, used all fancy words and shit.”

“She’s also hot,” A’keria’s waggling eyebrows and Silky’s smirk made Vanjie roll her eyes. Those two hoes, always trying to set her up ever since they found out that she was a lesbian.

“Sure, if you into that uptight lady thing, you know me, I like my women more down and dirty,” Though she had to admit that Brooke was hot in a suburb wine mom kinda way.

“You like them blondes tho,”

That she did. Especially if they had a dominating streak, stupid infinity tattoos and a love for the number seven.

She hadn’t called.

Not that she had expected her to. To be honest, it seemed like a long shot. But still, it had felt like they had something, a connection.

“Look happy, you workin’ bitch.” Vanjie quickly stuffed her phone down the drawer with all their makeup samples, putting on her best “Hi, I work in retail” smile.

“Yeah, I know, Silk.”

“You still sighin’ over that blonde? Honey, she was pretty, but you need to move on, it’s been weeks.” She bumped into her shoulder, on her way to restock their lipsticks.

Honestly, what was it with those white hoes and Russian Red?

“If someone gave you seven orgasms in one night, you would’ve been sighin’ too!”

“Seven?” Silky looked at her over her glasses, looking more shook than the day she learned that you could get twinkies fried in cookie dough.

“Se-ven, Mary. I swear I couldn’t feel my toes or fingers for like two hours after,” Vanjie wiggled her fingers at her while smirking.

“That just seems excessive, also you nasty!” Silky shook her head, laughing at her friend’s antics, as she sat on one of the makeup chairs swirling back and forth.

“You just jealous,”

“You’re fucking right I am. Ain’t no dick in the goddamn universe that could give me seven orgasms"

“So lemme get this straight, yo skinny white ass don’t eat carbs during the week?” Vanjie yelled from the bedroom as Brooke laid the finishing touches on her nightly skincare routine.

Brooke loved her routine. It was therapeutic and calming. Something she took great joy in doing, as it gave her time to really relax. A feeling she didn’t let herself experience that often.

“I’m 33-years-old, hon. This body won’t stay slim if I eat pastries every day,” Brooke needed to look her best. It was imperative to every single aspect of her life that she always presented herself as beautiful - something to be admired and something to aspire to.

Out on one of the single beds, Vanjie was scrolling through her phone, liking everything and anything that she came across on Instagram.

“I don’t think that’s gon’ be a problem, mama.” She muttered, hoping that the older woman wouldn’t hear, afraid that she would notice the way Vanjie had admired her after they came back to their room.

“What?”

“I said, I think you’re overreacting,”

Nice save, Vanj.

“Nope, I’m just realistic,” Brooke came out of the bathroom, her hair falling in soft waves down her shoulders, the large round glasses gone from their usual spot, as she was getting ready to go to bed.

“You look mighty familiar, Mama,” There was just something about her that Vanjie recognised from somewhere else. Though she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“We work together?” Brooke shrugged as she walked towards her bed.

“No, it ain’t that. I just- Holy fuck,” Vanjie dropped her phone. Staring at Brooke with a mixture of surprise, awe and… Anger?

“What? Is there something on my face? I know that I look weird without glasses and makeup,” Brooke started touching her face to see if she had some leftover cream on her chin or something.

“You’re Bella.” The name made her heart stop.

“What?”

“You’re Bella. Holy Shit,” Brooke went pale, as she tried to figure out how she had fucked up that badly.

How hadn’t she seen it before? Looking closer at Vanjie, she could see it now. Maybe it was the absence of alcohol in her blood that had made it difficult to remember. But now she saw it.

Vanessa.

Fuck.

“What. The. Fuck? You been hiding right down at Khiel’s all this time?” Vanjie’s tiny fists were clenched as she looked ready to either bolt up and flee the room or fight Brooke with her bare hands.

“Vanessa… Oh. Shit.” She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to make it all fit inside her head. Vanessa had worked at the same place as her this whole time?

Nina was going to kill her.

“Shit is right, mama. Were you just not going to say anything?” Her steely glare created a knot in Brooke’s stomach, her hands fiddling with the strings of her sleeping shorts, trying to figure out a delicate way, to tell the truth.

“Uhm, I honestly didn’t recognise you?” Judging by the look of anger in Vanjie’s eyes, that hadn’t been it.

“Well, fuck you too, Brooke.” Shaking her head at her, she marched out of their room, the door slammed loudly behind her.

Leaving Brook alone in the room. Sighing as she sat down on the bed.

“Good job, Brooke. Perfect,”

The studio apartment was silent.

After Vanessa had left, Brooke had gone back to the window to smoke some more. Her body was sore and tired, while her mind was quiet.

It wasn’t often that she took anybody home with her, usually following their lead, not wanting to risk him seeing any evidence of her weekend activities.

But there had been something about the tiny brunette. The way she had fit in her arms, how her eyes almost shone in the light from the streetlamps.

She wanted to see her in her home.

Wanted her apartment to be tainted by her.

She wanted to remember the way those thighs had clench around her face as she came when she was sitting at her dinner table.

Wanted to remember the moans and her begging as she sat on her couch watching the news.

And most of all she wanted to remember the way her hair has been splayed all over her pillow as she took her apart on her very own bed.

So they went to her apartment.

A decision she would probably hate in the morning, together with the soreness of her limbs and the headache from the tequila.

But right now, she was happy with that decision.

She walked out into the kitchen to get a glass of water and some preemptive aspirin, before going to bed and that was when she saw it.

A note on her dinner table.

It made her smile

The frantic knocking woke her from her almost slumber on the bed. She wanted to ignore it, she had felt like a chaperone for 40 teenagers today, and she just needed to sleep.

“Nina, please!”

Except, when it’s your best friend who apparently decides that midnight is an appropriate time to need her.

She so wanted to ignore the door but knew she couldn’t. So she dragged her body from the bed, and opened the door, not caring that she was wearing her big Lion King nightshirt, Brooke had seen it countless of times anyway.

The moment she opened the door, Brooke stormed in not saying a word and immediately began pacing back and forth in her room.

Nina rubbed her eyes, trying to wake up a bit, knowing that breakdown from Brooke could take ages to solve - especially if it had anything to do with Patrick.

“She hates me,” Brooke muttered as she kept on walking the length of Nina’s hotel room, trying to figure out what she was supposed to do.

“Who? Oh… Vanjie? Because of the croissants? Give her some credit, B,” Nina was tired, a tiny bit drunk on wine and really not in the mood to suffer one of her best friend’s neurotic breakdowns.

“She thinks I’m a total bitch.” She ran a hand over her face, her voice high pitched and worried.

“Honey, I hate to be the bearer of ill news. But you are a bitch.“ Nina shrugged.

It was one of the many reasons she loved Brooke - she was so unapologetic in everything she did. It often translated into bitchiness, but it was a breath of fresh air, to know a person that was always frank with you.

"I know, but it’s not all that I am. You don’t understand. Nina. Please just give me another room.” She was talking fast, her hands curled into fists as she walked back and forth, her nervous energy making her appear fragile.

“Why does she think that though, what could you possibly-” Nina added it all up in her head and knew.

She just knew.

“No… Brooke, please tell me that you didn’t…” She hoped that she was wrong. That her intuition was off just this once.

But the way Brooke stopped pacing and looked at her apologetic told her everything she needed to know.

“You fucked her?” The minuscule nod knocked the air out of her. “Brooke, what did I tell you? What was my one rule?”

Such an easy rule.

“Don’t fuck anyone from the floor,” She was looking down at the carpet, somehow managing to look like a child getting scolded by her mother.

“And what did you do?” Nina felt a bit like her mother, trying to make reprimand her. It wasn’t because there were actual rules against fraternising with your colleagues on the floor.

But Nina knew how Brooke worked.

“I fucked someone from the floor,”

“Brooke Lynn Isabelle Hytes…” Nina buried her head in her hands, wishing that she could go ten minutes back before Brooke had barged into her room with a frantic look in her eyes.

“Though technically I fucked first and then she became part of the floor, so I didn’t actuall-“

“I hate that your ex is a lawyer.” She did. She really did.

Brooke was too good at finding technicalities and holes in any rule, agreement or pact. It was an advantage if she was on your team, but a pain in the ass if she was working against you.

“Will you just shut the fuck up about Patrick? Please, can I get one moment without him in my goddamn life?” Brooke’s voice cracked at the end of the sentence, her face pained.

The outburst stunned Nina. It had been ages since Brooke had last complained about the man that had once been a big part of their friendship.

Was that why she was so tense?

“Sorry, babe.” She got up from the bed and slowly walked towards her. Trying to gauge if this was a hugging moment or an “if you touch me I will hit you” situation - with Brooke those two were almost identical.

“No. I’m the one who’s sorry. Just… Can we get me a new room?” Her voice was low, pleading with her to forgive her and help her.

“Wish I could, but they are all booked,” Placing a hand on her shoulder Nina tried to send Brooke a reassuring smile. Hoping that she could calm her down.

“Well, shit.”

Knowing that it was probably a lost cause.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Miss Hytes is your lucky lady seven?” Vanjie was pacing up and down the hall on the 6th floor. Leaning against the wall was Silky. She looked tired, but also entirely too amused at Vanjie’s predicament.

“Silk, don’t talk so loud,” The brunette hissed, trying to make her understand that this information needed to be kept on the down-low.

“But… Didn’t you say her name was Bella?” Vanjie gave her a nod in confirmation before she turned to restart her pacing “Damn�� Lil uptight white missy is a regular player. Gotta admit, didn’t think that skinny bitch had it in her.” Her laugh echoed through the hall, as she tried to make the glass wearing ice queen fit with

“Focus, Mary!!” She clapped at Silky, needing her advice right about now.

“Vanj, come on. Did you expect that a woman with those glasses and that perfect bun, would be your sex goddess from the club? Cause I sure as shit didn’t.” Neither had Vanjie. She was still in shock that the lady who stole her croissant was also the same woman who had sexually ruined her for anyone else.

“Well, no… But that ain’t important. What am I ‘sposed to do? We be rooming together,” she was almost vibrating with the nervous energy, her eyes wide as she looked almost pleadingly at Silky, hoping that her best friend could help her.

“You gonna fuck her?”

“No! Yes. I don’t know?” It was the only thing she had been able to think about. Her mind wasn’t sure, but her body had been tingling with anticipation ever since she had laid eyes on Bella.

Fuck. Brooke.

“Boo, she came back around, like a motherfucking doughnut! If you ain’t gonna pick that glazed bitch up and eat her, then you dumber than I thought.”

“I should have called Kiki,” she would’ve hit Vanjie over the head, told her to stop thinking with her pussy and then send her on her way.

“But you didn’t, which means…. you gonna fuck her?” Silky shimmied her shoulders, her eyes filled with mirth as she looked expectantly at her.

“I…”

She didn’t know.

She opened the door with trepidation, not sure if she wanted it to be empty or not.

As the room was blissfully silent, she felt a whiff of disappointment in her stomach, clearly having hoped subconsciously that Vanjie would’ve been there.

Brooke walked over to her bed. Almost collapsing onto it.

She felt idiotic that she hadn’t immediately recognised her. She remembered that night, no she cherished it. The thought Vanessa’s moans and screams were intoxicating and had helped her get off countless times in the last couple of weeks.

Maybe she just didn’t want to remember her? Afraid of what might happen.

She had seen the number that Vanessa had left on a scrap of paper that night. Had even programmed it into her phone with the fantastical notion of maybe texting her.

Flirting with the thought of seducing her once again, knowing that she never would.

Because she couldn’t.

She wasn’t in the position to start seeing someone regularly, not even if it was just for sex. That was why she had a whole routine, and why she had sent Vanessa on her way in the middle of the night.

It was easier to never get too close to anyone. It would only end in hurt when she inevitably had to break it off.

The door opened and in stepped Vanessa. She looked almost determined.

She closed the door behind her, locking it in the process. Her back rested against it.

She seemed filled to the brink with nervous energy. Her foot tapping against the carpet and her eyes never settling on a single spot for more than a few seconds at a time.

Oh.

She was horny.

Brooke had her rules, had her carefully planned routines, and boundaries. But really, when had it ever hurt anyone to fuck their way out of trouble? This situation couldn’t possibly get any worse, so why not to do what she did best, and fuck the pain away?

Brooke felt herself grin, as she got up from her bed, sauntering towards Vanessa. Feeling like a lioness stalking its prey.

She knew they needed to talk, but they might as well do that after an orgasm.

Vanessa’s eyes were following her every move, her lips slightly parted, breath stuck somewhere in her throat.

No makeup, a pair of sleeping shorts and a white top, and yet, she was still the sexiest woman that Vanjie had ever laid her eyes on.

It wasn’t fair.

Knowing that Bella and Brooke were one and the same was intoxicating. As she came closer, she could feel herself getting wet, the excitement blooming low in her stomach.

She knew they needed to talk.

But she had masturbated to the thought of that night for weeks. Knowing that the woman who was capable of giving her seven orgasms in one night was within her reach made all thought of adult conversation leave her mind.

Stopping two inches from her, Brooke leaned down, her hair cascading over Vanjie, the soft locks lightly touching her chin.

“Eight?” The whisper made her knees weak, but at the same time also cautious.

“Bitch, you want me to die? Ain’t no way I could come that much, I nearly had permanent nerve damage after the last tim-“ a long pale finger was placed against her lips, effectively shutting her up, her eyes wide.

“I meant as in - you’ve had seven, ready for number eight?” The smirk on her lips coupled with the devious look in her eyes made her happy that she had a wall to lean against. “But I’m honoured you have such trust in my ability.”

Leaning down once more, her lips started trailing down her neck. The touch feather-light. Making it hard for Vanjie to think.

“Mama. You hot as motherfucking sin. You’re a-a walking glamazon with short nails, a lesbian dreamboat, how can I not?” Her fingers were inching their way under her shirt, making her gasp as they came in contact with her skin.

“Lesbian dreamboat, huh?” The word was whispered directly into her ear, as her fingers reached the underside of her breasts.

And stayed there.

Waiting for an answer.

“You know you sex on legs, don’t be playin’” Vanjie clenched her thighs together, leaning her head back. Wanting to beg, but the words lodged somewhere deep in her throat.

“Okay then. Here or on the bed?” A kiss was placed on the corner of her mouth, making her head spin. The softness of those lips something she had fantasised about for weeks.

“I-I…” the words just wouldn’t come out.

Brooke chuckled lightly at her.

“Here it is, then”.

And suddenly she was all over her.

Her hands pushed Vanjie’s sleeping shirt over her head, gasping as the colder air hit her nipples.

Vanjie’s lips were captured in a bruising kiss, not so much a fight for control, but rather her handing it over to Brooke.

Pinching one of Vanjie’s nipples, she drew a moan out of her, as her lips slowly trailed down her neck and then right down the middle of her cleavage.

Her knees softly hit the carpeted floor as her hands started pulling on the lacy underwear.

“Imma get real mad if you rip these, too.” The breathy voice made Brooke’s hands stop, the fabric caught on Vanjie’s hips.

“How mad?” The calculated look in Brooke’s eyes as she looked from the lace in the front of her and back up at her, made Vanjie realise that this woman was dangerous.

“Bitch…”

“I’ll be good,” the declaration was underlined with a sweet kiss on her hip.

Dangerous.

“Baby, you ain’t ever been good a whole day in your life,”

“You’re right” and then she ripped the lace, the room silent for a moment, as she looked challenging at Vanjie, daring her to get angry. Daring her to do anything. “I’ve been great every day of my life,”

“Bi-oh fuck,”

Before she even got the word out, her lips were on her. Licking, tasting and sucking. She hummed and moaned, the vibrations making Vanjie’s knees weak and unsteady.

Without taking a break, Brooke’s hands first slowly pushed one knee over her shoulder, which was quickly followed by the other.

So very dangerous.

Vanjie’s moans filled the room, Brooke’s tongue unrelenting as it thrust into her, while her hands were grabbing her thighs in a bruising hold.

She was close.

The sheer demonstration of power, the expertise of her tongue and the slight pain from her hands were sinful, Vanjie’s whole body floating on a cloud of ecstasy.

As Brooke lavished attention on her clit, Vanjie felt herself get closer. Her body building up to something that felt almost too big, too scary.

This fucking woman.

“Ah… Ah.” Her hands were holding onto Brooke’s locks, though she had difficulty in figuring out if she wanted her closer or further away.

She felt like she was getting ready to jump off a cliff without knowing how close the ground was.

“I’m- I’m-“ her moans were getting louder, probably waking their neighbours.

And then her teeth softly, almost like a feather, grazed that tight nub of nerves and she was gone.

Falling off that cliff, her heart seemed to beat in double time, her muscles all contracted as wave upon wave of agonising pleasure hit her.

For a moment the world seemed to turn white before it exploded into a firework of colours.

Without her really knowing how, Brooke slowly lowered her down to the floor, her legs gliding off her shoulders, as she peppered kisses all over Vanjie.

None of them cared that they left sticky marks behind, nor did they notice that Brooke’s lips tasted of Vanjie as she softly kissed her.

“Holy fuck,” she whispered, feeling a small smile against her lips. “Fuck babe, did you even come?”

“Oh, Vanessa. We’re not even close to being finished,”

So very fucking dangerous.

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