#rosie seems like a bit of a sizequeen here but you know what if youre hooking up with muriel in at least one timeline i feel like u gotta be

[drustvar]

Catgirl on Catgirl violence

Portia and Rosie have some fun in private.

For Day 5 of the Midsummer Masquerade, toys and praise

Contains: some light dom/sub dynamics, toys, teasing, praise, vaginal fingering and penetration, multiple orgasms, playful wrestling and banter Pairing: Portia / Rosie WC: 2,728 .... i went a lil crazy w the dialogue sorry  AN: Today was a little more difficult to write for, not because of the prompt but because I had almost too many ideas! This was fun, I love the gorls.

Full text under the cut! Will also be posted to ao3 later~♥

Rosie laughed as Portia pounced on her, sending them both tumbling to the ground. The red head grinned and giggled as she held herself above her, hands pressing into her shoulders to keep her down.

“Do you think I’m as much of a pushover as some of your other little friends?” Rosie asked as she ran one of her nails lightly over Portia’s freckled cheek.

“No, but I know you like to be my good girl,” Portia said as she wrapped one of many blonde curls around her finger.

“I’m nobody’s good girl!” Rosie growled playfully as she flipped Portia over, both women laughing as they rolled around on the plush rugs all over the floor.  Portia’s cat ears had come askew and were only barely still sitting in her crown of auburn hair. She had been dressed in shades of red and pink, soft furry bracelets and anklets only added to the feline illusion given by her ears and tabby mask. Rosie’s attire was as equally disheveled as they wrestled; and although hers was more subtle, the aesthetic of a lioness was still apparent: from the shiny, tawny colored corset she wore to her hair to her long nails, which she had teasingly said she had spent time sharpening just for the event. It was no wonder why any time they had been near each other during the night there had been jokes made about cat-girl on cat-girl action.

But Portia knew Rosie was shyer than she seemed. If they were going to play,  it was going to be for a very limited audience, if any. As of right now, the only audience they had was one another.

“Oof, naughty!” Portia scolded as Rosie lightly nipped her hand. She shook her finger in the blonde’s face, narrowly  avoiding being nipped again. Rosie just grinned and purred as she squeezed Portia’s thighs as she sat straddling her.

“You know I’ve got to be, just a little bit,” Rosie said, batting her lashes. “I’ve got a reputation, you know! I cannae let it get out that I’m a sweet little sex kitten for jus’ anybody,” she said as she pressed a kiss to the back of Portia’s hand. “You’re special.”

“I know,” Portia winked as her hands started to unlace Rosie’s corset. “Oooh,  I heard you practically mauled a certain nobleman earlier in the night. Really gave him the business.”

“O-oh you heard?” Rosie’s face flushed and her cocky demeanor became more demure. “And he told me that room was sound proof!”

Portia laughed and waved her hand as she tossed the corset aside. “Not literally, don’t worry! But it would be hard not to guess what had happened when he slunk back into the ballroom later covered in scratches. I think milady was worried that one of the menagerie animals had escaped and gone on a rampage.”

Rosie cackled, her teeth gleaming in the amber lights cast by the room’s lanterns. The amulet that rested between her breasts matched the gleam, the tiger's eye stone matched the paint on her nails. Portia couldn’t help but start laughing too as she trailed her hands down Rosie’s chest.

“Well,” Rosie said as she threaded her fingers in Portia’s as the latter squeezed her breasts. “After that viciousness that I in no way claim any responsibility for, I dunnae think my hip is gonna be very happy with me if I get railed on the floor, no matter how soft these rugs are. Can I get on the bed?” She nodded at the canopy bed in the corner. It was the same kind as the most throughout the palace, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t comfortable or nice to fuck on.

“Oh the viciousness?” Portia giggled as she tweaked one of her nipples. “The absolute savagery?”

“The unadulterated violence, even!” Rosie laughed as she propped herself up on her elbow. “I have to stop hanging around your brother, what the fuck is happening to my vocabulary?”

Portia just laughed and shook her head as she pulled her to her feet, her hand playfully squeezing the other woman’s rear as she guided her to the bed.

“You just sit tight for a minute, I’ve gotta grab some stuff.”

“Some ‘stuff’?” Rosie raised a brow as she sat back and brushed Portia’s leg with her foot. “Oooh, am I going to be in trouble?”  

“Oh big time, missy,” Portia laughed and ruffled her hair. “Be a good girl and finish getting undressed for me.”

Portia stepped  away and started rifling through the large, ornate chest against the wall. It too, was similar to the ones found throughout the guest rooms of the Palace on this night, filled to the brim with a variety of sex toys and oils and any other matter of salacious item one could think of needing.  She remembered how very specific The Countess had been about the commission of the chests, about what woods and plating would look best on them as they were as much a part of the atmosphere of the masquerade as anything else. The chests themselves could be easily cleaned and reused, but what on earth were they going to do with the hundreds of toys? That was a lot of rubber dicks to get rid of.

“Portia,” Rosie’s voice was a teasing sing-song from across the room. She looked over her shoulder just in time to be hit by Rosie’s underwear as she sling shot them at her.

“Oh, that ass is mine!” Portia grinned as she slammed the chest shut and hurriedly made her way back to the bed, being careful to conceal what she had taken in a silky towel. Rosie cackled as she jumped up next to her, twirling her hair around her fingers.

“What’s in that thing anyway,” she asked, nodding at the chest across the room.

“Sex toys. Lots of ‘em.”

“Oh, duh…aren’t I smart. Well lemme see what you grabbed!” She made grabby hands at the bundle but Portia shook her head and clicked her tongue.

“One at a time, one at a  time. I wanna see you get so excited you can’t help but wriggle that cute butt of yours.”

One by one, Portia showed off the toys she had picked: A feathered teaser, a wand vibrator big enough that they could share if they angled their hips just right, and a set of three dildos, each longer and thicker than the last. She couldn’t help but grin at the way Rosie bit her lip and stifled a whimper when she saw them.

“Oh, and this of course,” Portia said as she held up a lacy harness. “But that’s not exciting as the other stuff, it's just the supporting role,” she said as she ran her fingers over the sculpted veins of the largest toy.

“It’s cute, can I?” Rosie leaned forward, ready to fasten the harness to her but Portia just shook her head and gently pushed the blonde back by her shoulders.

“In a bit. I told you I wanted to see you get real worked up for me first.” Portia grinned as she twirled the feathery teaser in her fingers. “Lay back and spread out for me.”

Rosie obeyed and laid spread eagle, relaxing into the soft blankets and pillows of the bed, watching through half shut eyes as Portia crawled over her.

“Good girl,” Portia cooed as she pressed soft kisses to Rosie’s throat and chest. “You’re going to be the best girl for me tonight, aren’t you?”

“You know I will,” Rosie said, shivering as the teaser brushed against her thighs. Portia whispered tauntingly dirty things in her ear as she dragged the tool over her, drifting over her tits and between her legs. At some point she eased her fingers into Rosie’s mouth, careful of her teeth and being sure to whisper praises as she sucked on them. She grinned as Rosie mewled and rolled her hips when she brought the tool to rest between her legs, the weight of it applying a teasing pressure.

“Give me a kiss.”

Rosie eagerly obeyed and pressed her lips to hers, whining softly against Portia as her hand slipped between her thighs, moving the teaser aside.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

Rosie quickly nodded and rolled her hips. “Do you even have to ask?”

“I like hearing you ask for it. You’ve got a pretty voice, especially when it's being used to beg,” Portia grinned as she gently pressed against the folds. She was already wet.

“Please dunnae make me,” Rosie whimpered as Portia’s thumb ghosted over her clit. “You know I’ll be a good girl. You know I’ll be your good girl.”

“Oh, you’ll be begging for me at some point, one way or another,” Portia grinned at the way the blonde whimpered and rolled against her hand as she eased her fingers in. Easy, steady pumps just to watch the way Rosie’s eyes fluttered shut and she sighed. Portia  took one of Rosie’s hands in her free ones and pressed it to her breast, guiding it to knead.

“Your titties are so soft,” Rosie murmured. “I’m jealous.”

“What have you got to be jealous of?” Portia asked, grinning as she curled her fingers and made her squirm.

“Mine have more muscle underneath them. They aren’t as soft. They’re comfy but they’re not…” she bounced Portia’s breast gently.  Portia chuckled and shook her head.

“Sit up against the pillows for me,” she said as she slowly withdrew her fingers and reached for the wand. “I really hope this works, and I really hope neither of our legs cramp.” She hooked one of her legs over Rosie’s hips and scooted close until they were almost touching.

“Even if they do, I think it’ll be worth it,” Rosie purred as she eyed the wand in Portia’s hand.

“You think so?” Portia asked, her eyes gleamed with mischief as she watched Rosie bite her lip as she lowered the wand between them. “I want you to try and stay still for me.”

“I thought you wanted to watch me squirm.”

“Oh I do, but I wanna see you break, too.” She grinned at the way Rosie groaned as the wand buzzed to life between them. It took some adjusting, but soon both women were rolling their hips against one another and making pleased, needy noises.

“Please,” Rosie panted, her head lolling back against the pillows. “Portia, please.”

“Are you close?”

Rosie just moaned in response.

Portia grinned. “I am too. You’d better cum with me or you won’t get to at all yet,” she turned up the vibration as her partner hissed needily. She let out a surprised moan as Rosie suddenly looped an arm around her and pulled her close, the only thing separating their bodies now was the head of the wand pressed flush against them. It only took a moment like that for them both to finish, panting heavily and trying to untangle enough to shut the toy off.

“Good girl,” Portia said as she pushed her hair back. Rosie laid back panting, sweat dewy on her skin. “I’m not done with you yet though.”

“I didn’t think so,” Rosie said, opening an eye to stare at the dildos that still lay patiently waiting.

“Put this on me.” Portia instructed, handing her the harness. Rosie leaned forward and started fastening it, all the while Portia hummed and pet her hair. “Now then,” she paused, tilting Rosie’s chin up as she tucked a pale curl behind her ear. “I want you to turn around and get on your knees and present for me.”

As Rosie nodded and did as she was told, Portia took the first dildo and secured it to the harness.

“You’re so red,” she said as she brushed the head of the toy against her entrance. “And all from some fingering and a few minutes with the wand?”

“It felt like a lot longer than a few minutes,” Rosie said. “That and I had a sexy friend to help.”

“Aren’t you sweet,” Portia said as she gave her rear a gentle pat. “But if you thought that felt like a long time, you have no idea what I’ve got planned.”

Before she could respond, Portia rocked into her and started to thrust, strong and steady. She kept the pace even, even when Rosie whined for her to go faster.

“If you want it faster you’ll have to take it bigger, too,” Portia said as she pet Rosie’s flank. “Do you want more?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“I want you to fuck me with the other cock. The bigger one, please.”

“Very good!” Portia patted her hip as she withdrew and replaced the toy with the next size. “See, begging isn’t so bad when it's for me, is it?”

“You’re nice about it,” Rosie said between whimpered moans as Portia started to thrust into her again.

“I’m only nice because you’re so good for me,” she leaned forward enough to press a kiss to the middle of Rosie’s back. “You haven’t given me a reason to punish you. Yet.”

“No, I’ll be good I promise!” Rosie yelped as Portia slammed to the strap’s hilt. “Please, I’m already close again. Please don’t make me wait.”

“Aw, already?” Portia pulled back and slammed back in, winning a pleased whine. “That’s okay, but I’ll want you to cum again on the next one, too.”

“The next one?” Rosie looked over her shoulder at her.

“There were three, remember? This is only the second,” Portia’s grin was intoxicatingly warm. “I said I wanted to see you squirm.”

“How much bigger is it?”

“Oh, you’ll find out,” Portia said as she gently pressed Rosie’s face back down and started to thrust harder and faster. Soon enough the blonde beneath her was wailing and rocking her hips back just as hard and fast as she was pumping them forward.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl,” Portia pulled out slowly as she continued to murmur soft praises. “Here,” she grabbed one of the pillows and helped Rosie place it underneath herself, taking some of the strain of holding herself up off her knees.

“You ready for the last one?” She asked as she brushed hair out of Rosie’s eyes.

“Can I see it first?”

“Well, since you’ve been so well behaved for me,” Portia reached behind them and grabbed the final unused dildo. “What do you think?”

Rosie’s pupils rounded as she stared at it and bit her lip. “Yeah. I can take it.”

“That’s my girl!” Portia grinned and patted her head before she resumed her place behind her. She poured a generous amount of oil on the length before she slowly eased in, until she nestled to the hilt.

“Fuck, it’s deep,” Rosie hissed, her nails digging into the sheets.

“Is it too much,” Portia’s voice was gentle as she watched her reaction.

“No, it's good. But be gentle with it, please.” She opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder as she felt the toy withdraw.

“Go ahead and roll over,” Portia said as she pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “You’ve been so good for me so I think you deserve to be cuddled. That and my knees are starting to hurt, too.”

They paused to rearrange the pillows before Rosie laid back, arms wrapping around Portia as she eased back in.

“I be you anything all those people would have wanted to see us tear each other up,” Rosie murmured as she placed soft kisses to Portia’s collar. “I like this a lot more. I like the way you handle me.”

“You like the way I handle you or the way I handle this?” Portia gave her hips a small jerk, just enough to win a surprised gasp.

“I think you know my answer,” Rosie murmured as their lips met. “I like anything you give me.”

“Especially strap, huh?”

They both laughed before nuzzling one another and falling into an easy, gentle rhythm. Rosie met her thrusts, each time making the softest of whines that Portia absolutely loved to hear.

“That’s my girl. That’s my good girl,” Portia murmured as she peppered kisses across Rosie’s neck and chest.

Tangled legs, soft words and giggles shared like this, just between the two of  them, seemed to be a perfect way to end the night.