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d_dangerlovee for all of the hand-holding and encouragement on this, you are a wonderful friend and beta. *hugs* I did actually use my prompt in here, which is a first. Just try not to laugh when you see it.
Sara stared down at the key in her hand. It felt strange, when Sofia had pressed it into her palm at the end of their shift. Now, she clasped it in her hand, a little surprised at Sofia's gesture. Finally, she slid it into the lock, turning it slowly and feeling a vague sense of relief when the lock clicked and she was able to open the door. Once inside, she found the hallway unexpectedly dark. Sara stepped forward after a moment's hesitation and allowed the door to close behind her, kicking her shoes off and blinking as her eyes began to adjust.
Before she could even call out Sofia's name, she was there. In an instant Sofia had brushed the bag off her shoulder and pushed her back against the door, completely covering Sara's body. Sara's head spun as Sofia seized her lips, drawing her into a slow kiss while her hands roamed, groping, caressing, and heightening the sensations with each bold pass over her body. A thigh slipped between her own, delivering the alluring yet dissatisfying pressure she desired against her center. Already she could feel herself growing wet as Sofia continued to steal deep kisses, almost bruising her lips with her passion.
With a thrill of satisfaction, Sara realized her week long seduction had been more potent than she imagined. She relaxed into the gentle pressure of Sofia's hands, enjoying sensations she had missed for the past week. It had taken every ounce of willpower to keep Sara from stealing moments with Sofia at work, and in the end, even that hadn't been enough to keep her from pressing Sofia up against the wall in the locker room. Sara delighted in taking the opportunity to invade Sofia's personal space, enjoying the surprised gasps and the tension that practically radiated from her body every time they were in the same room.
Sofia had spent the week on a slow burn, hyper-aware of every move that Sara made and now it felt as though her heart might burst, the ache in her chest a mixture of longing and the desperate need for air. Sofia pulled back, taking a few deep breaths before she focused on Sara's face, brushing a few strands of hair out of her eyes. Sofia's gaze roamed over the sight before her, until she met Sara's eyes, noting the look of triumph lurking beneath them before she dipped down to ensnare her lips again.
Finally Sara pulled away, resting her head on the door as she gasped for air. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and she finally blinked her eyes open long enough to meet Sofia's gaze again, smiling at the satisfied grin that covered her lips.
"What was that for?" Sara quirked one eyebrow up, while noting the rubbery feeling that seemed to be flowing through her legs. She appreciated the strength of the door at her back, and the warmth of Sofia's body in front of her, knowing that without them, she would probably be a puddle on the floor.
"You know exactly what that was for." Sofia's hands slid down to rest at Sara's hips, stroking over the exposed skin between her shirt and pants.
"I'm sorry, you'll have to refresh my memory," Sara said, finally attempting to push herself off from the door.
Sofia held her against the door and Sara gave her a startled look, a flash of surprise crossing her features before she recognized Sofia's mischievous expression. She was planning something.
Sara felt the warmth of Sofia's hands closing in around her wrists before she slowly raised them up over her head, trapping them with one hand while the other slid back down Sara's body. Sofia tickled down her neck, before skirting over a breast and then down her side, dipping beneath her slacks to skim over her skin. All the while her gaze grew more and more predatory. Her fingers dug gently into Sara's skin, pulling her closer a until the warm press of their bodies was only separated by the layers of clothing between them.
"You've been a naughty girl today Sara," Sofia said, thinking of each moment Sara had tortured her up until the moment in the locker room.
Sara shuddered at the husky purr of Sofia's voice as her hot breath whispered over Sara's ear. She gave it a quick nip before she pressed her lips to Sara's neck, the warm thrum of her pulse almost tangible beneath her skin. Sofia kissed and licked down Sara's throat, all the while allowing Sara to rock against her thigh. Just enough pressure to keep her simmering, but not enough to send her over the edge.
"Yes," Sofia whispered, nuzzling against Sara's neck and getting lost in her scent. "Very bad."
Sofia could feel Sara struggling, trying to pull her wrists from the tenuous grip of her hand. Before Sara could pull free, Sofia slid up against her body, enjoying the feeling as Sara shook beneath her. She delighted in the low moans coming from her lover and the heat of Sara's body as it continued to move against her. Their week apart felt like an eternity, and Sofia had almost reached her breaking point when Sara had managed to corner her in the locker room. Now, all she wanted, all she needed was touch to Sara, everywhere.
Sara could only succumb to the onslaught of Sofia's caresses, enjoying the feeling of being close together after circumstances seemed to be keeping them apart. Sofia had practically paralyzed her to the point that she could only feel, she was helpless to move, becoming a willing victim to whatever Sofia might have planned. Especially since she had been unable to stop herself when they were at work; even the risk of being caught hadn't been enough to dissuade her from taking action.
Sara had watched Sofia hungrily all day, until she managed to corner her in the locker room, meeting her gaze just long enough to catch a look of surprise before she pushed her back against the lockers. Sara gave Sofia a quick wink before she closed the distance between their lips, enjoying the delicious friction as their bodies writhed against each other.
Sofia barely had a moment to respond before Sara pulled away, mere moments before Nick walked through the door. Sofia had watched Sara out of the corner of her eye through the agonizing moments as Nick dug through his locker and then breezed out of the room, oblivious to the silently mounting tension. It had taken every bit of Sofia's willpower to do nothing more than press her spare key into Sara's hand and then walk away. But now she knew it had been worth it.
Sofia stole another kiss from Sara before she lowered her hands, catching one of them in her own as she led her down the hallway. She could feel the hot clasp of Sara's hand around her own, her palm almost damp with sweat, unusual for her normally cool grip. She gave Sara's hand a quick squeeze before she pulled her forward a little harder, swinging around until she had Sara pinned against the wall again; the small photos rattling for a moment as their bodies fell against it.
Sara hummed against Sofia's lips for a moment, hot to trot at the turn of events that were making up her homecoming. Sofia pressed against her, almost insistent for a moment, seizing Sara's hands and stopping them from returning her caresses, pinning her against the wall.
"No touching for you." Sofia shook her head and leaned in, giving Sara's lips a quick peck. Before Sara could protest, Sofia's hands were sliding under her jacket, pulling her away from the wall just long enough for it to fall off her shoulders and down to the floor. Then, Sofia moved forward to the button on Sara's jeans, making quick work of it until they were falling down her hips and she could kick them aside.
They moved along the wall, pushing and pulling each other until they reached the bedroom door and Sara managed to nudge it open. Sofia was right behind her as they entered the room, the door snicking shut behind them. Sofia managed to wrap her hands around Sara's waist before she could escape, one hand moving to slip into Sara's panties while the other slid up her stomach to encompass the weight of Sara's breast through her t-shirt.
Sara arched into the slick strokes between her thighs while Sofia continued fondling her breast, each touch a relentless tease that pushed her further and further towards the edge. She groaned when Sofia pulled away, twirling Sara away from her so they were facing each other again. Sara moved towards her lover, more than eager to touch her and begin stripping Sofia of her clothing. Instead, Sofia stepped back with a shake of her head, leaving Sara to stand and wonder.
Sara's mouth opened to speak, her face a mask of confusion.
"Ah ah." Sofia shook her head before she turned and crossed the room to the dresser.
Sofia slid open a drawer and a pulled a long crimson scarf from it's depths. The silk cloth seemed to glow in the dim light of the bedroom, and Sofia slid it through her hands, causing both women to shudder at the sound as it whispered against her skin.
Sofia moved towards Sara again, tucking the scarf into her back pocket before she pulled her close again. Her hands settled on Sara's hips in a gentle grip and she pulled her close again, her lips dipping to steal a few quick kisses from Sara's. Then, Sofia's hands were everywhere, sliding beneath Sara's shirt, into her panties, moving over her skin and thrilling Sara to the point that she could only cling to Sofia.
They separated only for a moment, just long enough to pull Sara's shirt over her head. Then Sofia moved to work at the front clasp on Sara's bra easing the cups aside and marveling at the creamy translucence of her skin. Her thumbs stroked over Sara's pebbled nipples for a moment, and she arched into the touch, almost begging her to continue. But the caresses were over soon, and Sofia took Sara's hands in hers, gently guiding her towards the bed.
Sofia gave Sara one more kiss before she nodded towards the bed, indicating Sara should lie down. She watched as Sara stretched out before her, looking up with her eyes wide and questioning.
"Shh, just lay back, and close your eyes." Sofia tugged the scarf from her pocket, as she watched Sara shift on the bed.
Sofia waited until Sara was completely still before she held the scarf above her, barely letting it caress Sara's skin. Then, Sofia slowly trailed it up Sara's torso, giving a playful circle around her bellybutton before she moved upwards. She watched as Sara pressed into the silk when it slid across her breasts and smiled when Sara gave a stifled giggle when it moved up the smooth column of her throat. Finally, Sofia let the scarf fall over Sara's eyes and leaned down to nip at Sara's bottom lip before soothing it with her tongue.
"I want you to feel me," Sofia said.
Hearing Sofia's sultry murmur, Sara pressed her thighs together feeling a thrill of arousal and anticipation tingling down her spine. She could feel Sofia's breath, hot against her cheek and gave a slow nod before she blindly lifted her head to catch the corner of Sofia's mouth before the scarf slipped between them.
"Are you sure?" Sofia searched Sara's face for any hint of uncertainty.
Sara's eyes shifted between Sofia's face and the scarf for only a second before she whispered her answer. "Yes."
Sara looked up at Sofia, her gaze slowly moving over Sofia's body before the scarf covered her eyes. She felt Sofia give it a few gentle tugs before her hands slipped down her neck, and she gently gripped her shoulders, pushing her back into the pillows. For a moment, all she could hear was her own breath until she stilled and listened, hearing Sofia, hovering somewhere above her.
Sara could feel the tension of anticipation rising within her, not knowing what Sofia's first move might be. Taking one deep breath, she slowly released it as a myriad of sensations began to overtake her. She could feel the silk of the scarf, at first so cool now warming to her skin, and the sheets at her back slowly enveloping her as she relaxed into the bed. She could still feel the whisper of Sofia's breath against her skin, and the heat of her gaze was slowly moving down her body leaving Sara to wonder where the first touch would be.
Finally, Sofia skimmed a finger down Sara's side, smiling as she tried to slide away from the ticklish sensation. She ran her hands over the length of Sara's torso, light caresses that had Sara arching into her touch, moaning when Sofia's hand reached the juncture of her thighs. She rubbed through the damp fabric covering Sara's aching sex, delighting in the resplendent sighs as Sara rolled her hips, pleas almost sounding from her lips as she kept attempting to hold them back.
Sara let out a pained whimper when Sofia pulled away from her. She could hear Sofia standing beside the bed, picking up the muffled sound of her shirt being pulled off, and then the rasp of her zipper before she heard the rough slide of Sofia's jeans as they fell to the floor. Another moment, and Sara felt the bed shift before the silken heat of Sofia's body rested along her side.
Sofia eased Sara's hands above her head then, stretching out on top of her, not an inch of space between their bodies then. She leaned down and pressed her lips to Sara's again, giving them a quick nip before she indulged in a deeper kiss, enjoying the thrill of their tongues sliding together, tasting Sara on her lips before she kissed down her throat, lapping at her skin along the way. Gradually, she reached Sara's nipples and sucked one of them into her mouth, feeling Sara press up into her.
Sara could only moan softly as Sofia continued teasing her, marveling at the sensation of Sofia's lips and hands moving over her body. Everything felt new and yet familiar at the same time, each caress feeding her arousal. She could feel every touch, and hear every sound as Sofia scattered kisses over her skin, and each pass of Sofia's hands over her skin seemed to burn like fire, increasing the need for more. She tensed in agony when she felt gentle caresses along her thighs, moving inward at what seemed like and agonizing pace, only to release a pleasured cry when Sofia's hand slipped into her panties. The silken slide of Sofia's fingers against her sex was almost more than Sara could take, and she cried out again when Sofia's lips closed around her nipple. A few hard strokes over her clit and the echoing tug at her breast were more than enough to push Sara over the edge.
It took a moment for Sara to come back to herself, shuddering through a few small aftershocks. She writhed a little as Sofia continued to skate over her sex in light, even strokes each one making her shudder and moan until the focus was slowly pared down to Sofia's hand between her thighs. Each stroke, each slide sending tremors through Sara's body.
Sofia finally bade Sara to lift her hips, just long enough to pull the damp silk down her thighs, leaving it somewhere at the foot of the bed. And then, she all but dove between Sara's thighs. A long, slow lap through her cleft before she sucked the stiff bud between her lips, savoring Sara's essence as it surrounded her.
Sara grew desperate for more, finally reaching down to thread her fingers into the silk of Sofia's hair; an anguished cry sounding when Sofia pulled away. Sara rolled her hips in acute need, only to feel Sofia continue to pull back.
"Sofia!" Sara struggled to sit up, her hands going for the blindfold in a moment of panic.
Sofia quickly moved up to straddle her, urging Sara to lie back and reaching to cup her cheek, surprised to feel Sara lean so eagerly into her touch. She soothed her thumb over Sara's skin, glad to feel her beginning to relax.
"No touching." Sofia struggled to hold herself back, waiting until Sara's hands fell back to her sides.
Sofia dropped a few soft kisses as she moved back down Sara's body, before she teased along Sara's inner thigh. Sofia smiled as she felt Sara tense with each brush of her lips, obviously aching to push her.
Sara could only focus on the slick slide between her thighs, the hot pressure of Sofia's lips against her aching sex, and then the glide of Sofia's fingers within her, curling against her walls knowing just where to touch, just how- and she was gone. A strangled cry sounded as Sofia pushed her to orgasm again, and then again, until finally Sara sank back into the bed, completely exhausted.
Sara released a contented sigh when she felt Sofia's head come to rest on her stomach. Silken strands of hair tickled over her skin and tentatively wove them between her fingers.
Sofia reached for Sara's hands, brushing a few light kisses over her nose and cheeks before she whispered against her ear. "Touch me."
Sara hesitantly reached up, her hands seemed to be starving for the feel of Sofia's skin, the warmth of her body and the tangible touch of her presence. Sara's hands moved up Sofia's back until her fingers were tangled in hair at the nape of Sofia's neck, and she pulled her down for a devouring kiss. She ran her tongue over Sofia's lips, alternating between nipping and kissing as she tasted the remnants of herself and then she kissed anywhere she could reach. A series of random pecks were scattered over Sofia's face and down her neck until Sara lapped at the sheen of sweat that covered her skin.
All the while, Sara's hands continued to roam, holding Sofia against her she tangled her fingers into her hair and skated over her skin. Sofia was rubbing against her with need, and Sara slowly parted her legs until she could feel the slick stroke of Sofia's sex against her skin. Sofia rode harder and faster until she collapsed against Sara's shoulder, the harsh gasp of her pleasured breaths echoing through Sara's ear as she rolled them to the side, insinuating her hand between them until she could feel the Sofia's wet heat coating her fingers.
"Mmm, love touching you." Sara continued murmuring against Sofia's ear as she felt her tense more and more with each pass of her fingers.
"Love you, love-" Sofia's admission was halted as Sara pressed harder and faster against her clit, reveling in the soft cry that issued from Sofia's lips before she fell back to the pillows.
For a while the only sounds in the room were the beating of their hearts and the harsh 'woosh' of their breathing. As they came back to themselves Sofia pulled Sara closer until she was practically resting on top of her, still hungry for the feeling of their bodies close together. Sofia finally reached up to loosen the blindfold, sliding it up until she could see the chocolate warmth of Sara's eyes shining down at her.
Sara's gaze slowly moved over Sofia's face, and then down her body, drinking in each part of her and remembering what it had been like to touch without seeing, exploring familiar territory in such an unfamiliar way. Sara finally rested her head against Sofia's neck, absorbing the gentle thrum of her pulse and relaxing at the feeling of their bodies still so closely entwined. A smile touched her lips as she thought of the key Sofia had given her earlier, bringing her to Sofia's doorstep and into her arms.
"Thanks for the key," Sara said.
Sofia hugged Sara close to her for a moment. "You are welcome here any time."
Sofia felt Sara's lips brush over her skin, surprised to hear her whisper: "I might never leave."
