[ciswoman and she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [AVERY MONTGOMERY]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [HAILEE STEINFELD]. You must be the [TWENTY-FOUR] year old [CONCERT VIOLINIST]. Word is you’re [RESPONSIBLE] but can also be a bit [AWKWARD] and your favorite song is [WORLD’S SMALLEST VIOLIN BY AJR]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [AURORA BAY DRIVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it!
NAME: Avery Vivienne Montgomery
AGE: 24
PRONOUNS: She/Her
SEXUALITY: Lesbian
BIRTHDAY: September 28th
HOMETOWN: New York City, NY
EDUCATION: Bachelor of Music
OCCUPATION: Concert Violinist
NEIGHBOURHOOD: Aurora Bay Drive
FAMILY:
Grandparents: NY Democratic Senator Alexander Montgomery Sr. and Former Judge Vivienne Montgomery (deceased)
Parents: Alexander Montgomery Jr. and Penelope Montgomery
Siblings: Quinn Montgomery (Sister, 35), and Casey Montgomery (Brother, 30)
BIOGRAPHY:
Hailing from a long line of lawyers, politicians, and judges, Avery Montgomery was born into wealth and influence. Her parents manage and own the largest law firm in New York and her grandfather is the current senator of New York. In exchange for that comfort and privilege, Avery’s parents expected excellence and Avery agreed to earn it. While they would have liked for her to follow in their footsteps, going to law school and one day inheriting the firm, Avery’s talents lay elsewhere.
Playing the violin was originally supposed to be an extracurricular, a way to fluff up her law school personal statement, and no one expected someone from Avery’s bloodline, filled with logic and academics, to be capable of such creativity and technical skill, but no sooner had Avery turned five did people around her realize they had a prodigy on their hands. Before she even turned 18, she was winning competition after competition, constantly travelling the country and sometimes the world to compete in them. Due to her endless travels, she was hired the best tutors to ensure that her brain was worthy of her family even if she was technically home-schooled. The work was never ending but as long as Avery kept her medal cabinets overstocked and her investment portfolios fueled with her winnings, her parents were happy to support her. (She wasn’t their only child so they had room for other high-class talents in the family.)
The only reprieve she ever got from the unending practice and competition was summers at Aurora Bay. Her family owned a large mansion on the Drive and would spend nearly every summer there, enjoying the quaint town and all the comforts it had to offer. It was through those summers that she got acquainted with and eventually befriended Elizabeth Levin. They were the same age and always stuck together whenever their families wanted to grab dinner or happen to attend the same political fundraisers together. They both loathed those events but Avery always played her part, appearing the perfect daughter and performing whenever it was “show and tell your children” time. Of course Sterling was always nearby but, at that age, even a two year age gap felt like a decade and Avery was never very good with kids.
Despite only seeing each other during the summers, their friendship endured and Elizabeth is one of the few people Avery makes time for during her busy weeks and considers a true friend throughout all her touring and competitions. Constantly going around the country and beating other people your age at competitions made for a very lonely life so she lacked many friends otherwise.
After two decades of practice and working at a single skill, Avery was exhausted. Although her agent and parents were against her taking a break, she needed one for her own sanity and decided to go to the only place she ever had fun at: Aurora Bay. She didn’t know how long her stay would be or what she would do but she knew she wanted to be normal for once. She never got to experience anything outside of the classical performance world and hoped this little sabbatical would give her a chance to reevaluate her life and perhaps make some more permanent changes.
Ophelia spent the car ride tracing little patterns and secret messages along the fronts and backs of Avery's hands as they talked. She just couldn't stop touching her.
The night had left her heart so full, with so much happiness and thoughts about the future, it was hard to keep it all in. These little caresses along Avery's hands were her affectionate siphon to make sure she wouldn't burst.
And, to make it even worse, Avery looked so hot in a button up shirt, and she couldn't resist shamelessly looking her over as Avery talked.
She pressed a few soft kisses to her hand as they pulled up to the building, glancing up at her as her lips touched her skin. She only released her hand when she moved to get out of the car, only to reconnect them as they walked inside.
She looked at the buttons on the elevator, and said playfully, "Hold on- I think I've got it." She hovered her finger above a button, looking to Avery to see if she got it right. One more up. Close.
"Even better," She breathed a soft laugh, pressing it quickly. As soon as the doors were closed, Ophelia gently pushed Avery against the elevator's wall and captured her lips. She couldn't wait another second.
AVERY
Avery had to admit, the kiss caught her by complete surprise and she didn't even try to contain the moan that left her lips as she crashed against the back of the elevator. She had done this way too many times to Ophelia that it was kind of deserved that she would be given the same treatment eventually.
She placed her hands on Ophelia's ass and squeezed, pulling her closer as she deepened the kiss, more than happy to end the night by celebrating in her New York home. After a few seconds, she flipped them around so that Ophelia was pressed against the wall instead. She broke the kiss, her eyes darkened with desire. "I want you," she breathed, not at all shy to confess to how much she desired Ophelia… like all the time.
It wasn't really her fault that she loved Ophelia so deeply and that her desire for her was just an extension of that.
When the elevator dinged, Avery grabbed Ophelia's hand and practically yanked her out the door. She couldn't get her own apartment door opened quickly enough and the moment they were both inside, Ophelia was back against the door, her lips captured in a kiss, and Avery's hand already sliding up her hips and under her dress.
OPHELIA
Ophelia's fingers weaved into Avery's hair, her grip tightening a little as she felt her girlfriend draw her in closer. She moaned as her back hit the wall, happy to hand the power over to Avery.
She looked up at her girlfriend through her eyelashes, each word sending a wave of warmth rippling through her. "Take me, then." She breathed, a challenging smile on her face, already pulling her back in for another kiss, "I'm all yours." She had said it before, when the first declaration of love had almost slipped past her lips, and it still rung true. She'd given Avery her heart, and rest of her followed along happily.
Ophelia giggled as she was yanked out of the elevator, pressing kisses along her shoulder and neck, squeezing her hips gently as Avery unlocked the door. Before she could tease her much further, the door was closed behind her, and was drowning in Avery's kiss.
She deepened the kiss immediately and made quick work of Avery's shirt buttons. If she knew that Avery had a replacement shirt on standby for the following night she might've accidentally popped a few buttons off in her haste. With the buttons intact, she pushed the shirt off of Avery's shoulders, her hands roaming to her chest and squeezing.
AVERY
Avery's hands only pulled back for Ophelia to rid her of her shirt, happy to have Ophelia touch her more directly. She continued to kiss her girlfriend, her hand returning to her hips before sliding up her inner thigh. For someone who personally despised wearing dresses, she was never against Ophelia wearing them because it just made for easier access. All it took was for her fingers to push aside the thin material of her panties before her fingers were running through Ophelia's wetness.
"Fuck, Phe, you're always so ready for me," she moaned, her fingers slipping easily into Ophelia. It definitely supported Ophelia's claim that she was hers. The thought of it spurred the possessive side of Avery and she jumped into action. She didn't waste time and began to pump, her thumb rolling at Ophelia's clit as it met it. They had all night to enjoy each other but Avery was too eager to make Ophelia come to even get them past the living area.
She broke the kiss and met Ophelia's eyes. "Say it again," she breathed. "Say that you're mine." Her fingers didn't stop moving, forcing Ophelia to speak through the pleasure. She loved the woman so much and nothing made her happier than knowing it was returned in kind.
OPHELIA
Ophelia's hips rolled needily against Avery's hand, the words mixed with the delicious caresses only making her melt. Gentle swears escaped her lips as she chased the high Avery was steadily pushing her toward. "Fuck~ Always. Always."
She moaned gently against her lips, too lost in the sensations Avery was gifting her, only to give a small, disappointed whine when she pulled away. She looked up at Avery, the soft command only making her melt more. "I-- oh fuck," Avery hit a familiar, lovely spot inside of her, making her face contort as her head leaned against the door.
AVERY
Despite the self-inflicted interruption, Avery didn't pause her actions, wanting Ophelia to push through them. "You, what, Ophelia?" Avery challenged, her voice low and possessive, almost a growl as she continued to steadily pump her fingers, still hitting that sweet spot she knew would make Ophelia lose herself. Still, she wasn't going to move any faster until Ophelia said it. She would leave her in a limbo of frustration until Ophelia felt those words more clearer than ever.
Needless to say, Avery thrived in the power she had over her girlfriend and the way Ophelia so freely gave it. It wasn't uneven, however as Ophelia knew how much of a power she had over Avery as well. Ophelia had gotten daring, teasing, challenging, as if always wanting to push Avery one step further. How else could Avery interpret her constantly teases but as Ophelia's own desire for more? As always, Avery sought to satisfy her love and would happily followed her into oblivion.
OPHELIA
The growl, the hot breaths that hit her face, the possessive, challenging tone- each one sent a shiver down her spine, landing between her legs.
"Yours." She breathed quietly, trying to come back from the haze just enough to form a coherent sentence. Her hips moved on their own, silently begging for Avery to go faster. Her eyes locked with Avery's once more with heavy lids as she tried to push through. After one or two failed attempts at the start, she was finally able to whimper, "I'm yours. All yours." Avery hit that sweet spot again, and she arched into the touch, breathing out, "Avery-- Please. Faster. More."
AVERY
Ophelia’s submission to her was truly music to Avery’s ears and she shivered, almost faltering from how hot it was to hear those words from Ophelia. “And I, yours,” she softly replied, giving Ophelia a second to process it before her hand started moving faster and harder, giving Ophelia permission to finally come.
When she finally did, Avery let Ophelia ride out her orgasm before making a point to strip off her panties and toss them to the side. “You’re not going to be needing those anymore,” she teased. She took Ophelia’s hand and led them upstairs towards the bed. Helping Ophelia out of her dress was next and it wasn’t long before Ophelia was sitting on her bed naked.
There was always something fun about having Ophelia so exposed while Avery herself was barely unclothed.
She knelt on one leg in front of her girlfriend and met her eyes, her own glimmering with love. It was a love that Avery happily submitted to. “You’re so beautiful, Phe. I still can’t believe you’re mine.” Despite the words Ophelia uttered, there were always moments where Avery would be struck with such awe that even reality was difficult to accept. She reached up and cupped her girlfriend’s cheek before brushing her hair away from her face, just happy to look at her. “I love you.”
OPHELIA
Ophelia leaned into the touch, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of her hand. "You're so beautiful," she countered. She looked over Avery's face, a warmth blooming in her chest as she felt her affection and adoration only grow for the woman in front of her. "I love you too."
She reached out and cupped her face gently, smiling as she peppered gentle kisses around Avery's face. "In fact," A few more kisses to her temple, cheek, and lips, "I think I was made to love you too." She recalled Avery's words from earlier, that hadn't left her alone since she said them. She pulled away from her path of soft kisses against Avery's face, her warm, dark eyes glimmering with the same emotion. "You'd better believe it. I'm yours."
AVERY
Gosh, it was really impossible not to fall deeper and deeper in love with the woman in front of her. She pushed herself off her knee and kissed Ophelia, using the momentum to nudge her back onto the bed so that she could climb on top of her. Once they were both fully on the bed, she began trailing her lips along Ophelia’s jaw, repeating the words, “I love you,” between every kiss. She couldn’t stop saying them and wanted Ophelia to hear how she felt.
She also wanted her to feel how she felt.
She continued to trail her lips downwards, every kiss still marked with a declaration of love. She loved every piece of Ophelia and wanted her to know how much she appreciated every inch of her body. She kissed down her neck and stopped between her chest, finding the heartbeat beneath with her lips. Her eyes went up and she smiled. “Thank you for keeping my heart safe,” she said, pretty darn sure hers was there and no longer in her own chest. Ophelia possessed her heart and Avery didn’t want it any other way.
OPHELIA
Soft sighs and little giggles escaped Ophelia's lips as Avery kissed all over her neck and chest. Her face flushed pink from all the affection, her hand running gently through Avery's hair as she left little declarations of love along her neck.
"Thank you for keeping mine safe," She giggled gently, looking down at her. Then her playful tone turned soft. It was still light, but each word was true, "I'll cherish it. And protect it with my life." She hooked her finger under Avery's chin, pulling her back up to give her another kiss. "I love you."
AVERY
“Always,” Avery promised. She had no intentions of ever breaking Ophelia’s heart and she would protect it with her life.
She gave in to Ophelia’s kiss, letting it interrupt her flow, but she eventually returned back to kissing her way down Ophelia’s body, wanting to mark every inch with her love. By now she had fully mapped out Ophelia’s body in her mind but she would never get bored of it.
Avery continued to kiss along her body, bending her legs upwards so that she could kiss them as well, starting with her upper legs, her hips and her thighs, before moving down to her shin and calf. Ophelia was so fucking beautiful and she wanted every part of her to feel it—even if her actions were bordering more on sweet rather than sexy and potentially ruining the mood in favour of giggles.
OPHELIA
Each little kiss made little sparks of warmth run through her. It was like her body reacted to Avery's touch on its own, at this point. Her breath deepened and she arched into the kisses, wanting to give each one a warm welcome as Avery moved her way down her. Well, save from when her lips ghosted over some ticklish spots on the sides of her stomach.
She watched Avery paint a lovely picture on her skin, brows mildly furrowing in confusion when her girlfriend continued to kiss further down her leg. "Where are you--" She giggled, the flush on her cheeks only growing deeper as she reached her calf. A part of her wanted to pull away, but that part was tiny and she easily told it to shut up. Instead, she simply covered her face with her hands to hide her blush.
AVERY
Being the ballerina that she was, Ophelia was very aware and confident in her body, but that confidence made it all the more easier for Avery to recognize when something was not the same. She noticed whenever she touched Ophelia’s feet that her girlfriend would tense and clearly resist the urge to pull away.
It wasn’t because they were ticklish and Avery could only imagine why she felt insecure about them. They held on to most of her weight for hours a day and it was only natural that they bore the bruises of her passion. When Avery first started violin, her fingers were no different, often callused and damaged from the strain from having to fight against sharp strings—and tense strings were nothing compared to the weight of an entire body.
She continued to kiss lower, her lips reaching Ophelia’s ankles and her feet. Her proclamations of love continued, letting Ophelia know that she loved every part of her, including her feet, before kissing her way back up again. She wouldn’t dwell, not wanting Ophelia to feel too uncomfortable. She found Ophelia’s inner thigh and began ghosting her lips to the place Ophelia had originally expected them—she kissed her there too. With Ophelia’s legs over her shoulders, she finally dived in, putting her tongue to use against her clit and folds as her lips took a break.
OPHELIA
Ophelia peeked through her fingers, her face softened as Avery continued to kiss down her leg with intention, the few little kisses saying thousands of words to her. Every day, just when she thought she couldn't feel more deeply for the girl before her, she was proven wrong. She let her hands fall to the pillow above her, and watched the final few kisses at the end of her leg.
There was no way to say what she felt. She wanted Avery. She wanted her goofy puns. She wanted her sweet smiles. Her stubborn ways, which only got more stubborn when she tried to help someone. The way she lit up when she saw an animal of any size. The little rhythmic idle movements of her hands when she was bored.
All of her.
She wanted to come home to see her cuddling with Pawdme years from now. Both of them doing their respective art at night and spending every morning together. Morning jogs and giggles over breakfast.
And she wanted to give her the world, all that she could.
But words were failing her, too overwhelmed from the endless proclamations and her own emotions. "I love you too," Was all she could think to say. There would be a time for that conversation further down the line.
They had time.
She shivered as she felt Avery's lips ghost along her thigh. Ophelia brought one hand down to weave her fingers through her hair, her hips moving on their own to meet Avery's tongue, her heel pressing gently against Avery's back to keep her in place. She delicately breathed her girlfriend's name, before she was interrupted by a moan escaping her lips.
AVERY
Avery was so easily encouraged by Ophelia’s hands, every little movement directing her better than Ophelia probably knew she was. Despite being the clear top of this relationship, she followed Ophelia’s lead more than her words led either of them to believe and all she did was in service of Ophelia’s pleasure as much as her own. Frankly, she wouldn’t have had it any other way. Her love language was acts of service and it was especially powerful with physical ones.
She continued her work on Ophelia’s clit, reaching up to cup her breast and play with her nipple as well. By now, she didn’t even need to see Ophelia’s reactions, the feel of her hands and hips enough to tell her how far she had gotten and how much more she required to tip her over the edge. No matter how much she learned about her girlfriend, however, it would never be enough. She wanted to learn everything—to love everything.
She continued to go at it—faster and harder—until she finally felt the tremble and dance of Ophelia’s orgasm crash over her, her hand keeping Ophelia firmly in place as she worked her down from it. It was so natural and easy that Avery no longer made a big deal of it, happily kissing her way back up Ophelia’s body before connecting their lips again, giving Ophelia a taste of her own pleasure.
Not to leave her wanting, however, Avery’s hand was already sneaking back down, her fingers taking advantage of Ophelia’s post-orgasm wetness to slip in again, her pumps even and tempered, wanting to build her right back up.
OPHELIA
Ophelia melted into her touch, her grip tightening in her hair as she got closer and closer to her peak. She only lost herself more to the pleasure and bliss when she felt her girlfriend's hand cup her breast, her back arching to meet the touch eagerly.
And when her orgasm washed over her, the waves just kept coming. She moaned against Avery's lips, feeling the fourth or fifth one rip through her. "A- Aves," She breathed gently, almost interrupted by another gentle moan. "I want to taste you. Please." The plea came out soft, almost a whimper from how sensitive she was. "Please." She mumbled again against Avery's lips, not afraid of how desperate she might sound as she begged.
AVERY
Any sexual encounter that didn’t result in at least ten orgasms for Ophelia meant something was wrong and since this moment was amazing, getting half way there before Ophelia begged to switch it up was acceptable in Avery’s eyes. Admittedly, the orgasm ratio was always skewed in Ophelia’s favour because Avery selfishly loved giving Ophelia orgasms. She wanted her girlfriend to feel good and endeavoured to make it happen as often and frequently as possible.
As Ophelia came down from her most recent orgasm, Avery listened to her pleas and smiled against her lips, giving her another kiss. “Only because I love you,” she agreed, sitting up. Ophelia deserved a moment to catch her breath so she did the boring stuff without her. She undid her bra and tossed it to the side before undoing her pants and discarding them with her panties. She leaned over Ophelia again, her hand running through her hair in an effort to control it. “How do you want me, Phe? I’m all yours.”
OPHELIA
Ophelia pushed herself up onto her elbows, regaining her breath as she watched Avery's clothes hit the floor. Her lip caught between her teeth as a smile crept onto her face. Even after seeing Avery naked so many times, she still felt that giddy, awestruck rush of warmth flood through her every time.
"God, you're so hot-" She breathed gently, shamelessly letting her eyes drift over Avery's face and body as she laid herself back onto the bed. She was too awestruck by Avery's beauty, she had completely forgotten anything that might've resembled a plan.
Hearing that little three word phrase, Ophelia knew immediately why Avery liked to hear it so much, the flush to her cheeks showing Avery just how much she liked it. She scooted down a little on the bed, a playful smile tugging on her lips as she pulled her hair down towards her shoulders. "Right here." She pointed to her face, her little smile becoming more cheeky by the second. "Have a seat. Please."
AVERY
Avery blinked, needing a few seconds to realize what Ophelia was asking her to do. When she finally did, her eyes widened and she gave a little “Oh.” For all their sexual adventures, they actually hadn’t done this before so it took Avery a bit by surprise. Still, it was Ophelia and Avery was always comfortable enough to try anything with her. She leaned forward and gave Ophelia another quick kiss before whispering, “As you wish.”
There was really no sexy way to have a seat so Avery giggled as she carefully maneuvered herself over Ophelia’s head. She reached down and helped Ophelia with her hair as she did, making sure she didn’t actually accidentally kneel on it. After getting into position, she paused for a moment looking down at Ophelia and giggling. “Enjoy the view?” She reached down and weaved her finger’s through Ophelia’s hair, feeling the need to hold something. “Just let me know if you need me to reposition or move a certain way, ok?” They were new to this so Avery wasn’t completely sure how it worked.
With Ophelia’s approval, she lowered herself over Ophelia’s face, keeping only the slightest distance so that Ophelia had room to figure things out on her end.
OPHELIA
Ophelia's hands ran along Avery's legs, her eyes darkening as a hunger grew deep within her. She would never tire of looking at her gorgeous girlfriend, even as they grew more and more comfortable. Every time she looked at Avery, she felt the same warmth rush through her like it was the very first time.
She must've been staring- how could she not? "Absolutely," She giggled, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to the inside of her thigh, humming gently as she felt her fingers weave through her hair. "You're so fucking gorgeous," She breathed gently, still feeling incredibly lucky to be blessed with this view.
A soft smile pulled on her lips as she listened to Avery, her heart warming with how much she cared. "I will, I promise." She laughed gently, settling into the bed even more to ready herself. "And if this doesn't feel right for you and you want to lay down, we can move." She gave Avery's thigh a reassuring squeeze before she pressed her lips to the inside of Avery's leg again, this time trailing her lips up to encourage her to come down.
Once she was close enough, Ophelia closed the distance between them. She took her time at first, letting her tongue dance through her folds, her breath dancing over her clit as she made her way towards it. She didn't keep Avery waiting too long, however. She worked her tongue against Avery's clit just how she knew Avery liked it, gripping her legs to encourage her to come further down.
AVERY
Avery shivered when she felt Ophelia’s tongue hit her, already knowing that this was going to be quite an experience. She had so much control from her position up top and didn’t know how she was going to use it. It was their first time trying this so she knew part of her might worry about Ophelia’s comfort a bit too much to fully enjoy herself but she would try her best to do the latter, knowing it was what her girlfriend wanted.
When Ophelia finally reached for her clit, Avery instinctively shifted away, her body just reacting on its own at the surprise. Still, with her hand in Ophelia’s hair, she was cognizant of how much Ophelia had to strain her neck upwards so she lowered herself even further, her free hand reaching for the headboard as she steadied herself. She remained practically frozen as she focused her mind on the pleasure, helping her get rid of some of the stiffness of her fear.
“Keep going, Phe,” she reassured, wanting Ophelia to know that she just needed more time to get used to things and that she might not react as expected until she was.
OPHELIA
Ophelia looked up at Avery, concerned for a moment that this might've been too much. But her worries were soothed as Avery lowered herself further onto her face, her words slightly muffled from the legs against her ears.
She happily continued, letting her tongue dance along her folds, only grazing over her clit occasionally. She didn't want to focus too much on the sensitive nub as she was getting comfortable, so she focused elsewhere. She was happy to just let her tongue roam for however long, no reason to rush.
AVERY
When it seemed like Ophelia was relaxing into it, Avery also let herself relax. She closed her eyes and focused on Ophelia’s tongue and the way it was teasing through her folds. It felt nice and not too intense, allowing for a laziness to set in that was just soft enough to make it comfortable. She continued to hold onto the headboard, using it for extra balance and control over her own body.
Once Avery was able to take a few deep breaths and calmed herself, she tightened her grip in Ophelia’s hair and nudged her head upwards, directing her back to her clit. She even chanced a further lowering, pressing herself closer to Ophelia’s face and meeting her tongue.
OPHELIA
Avery's grip in her hair elicited a small moan from her lips, her own grip on Avery's legs tightening a little as her girlfriend sunk lower. She didn't miss the subtle command for her to bring her touch up. But, being the sweet little brat she was, she stalled for a small moment.
She let her tongue lazily circle around her clit, her eyes fluttering open to steal another glance at Avery. After another moment of her soft teasing, she let her tongue glide over Avery's clit gently.
AVERY
Avery had learned by now that Ophelia occasionally liked to be a brat and without even seeing her face, she could feel the playful smile coming from below. If this was just any other moment, Avery might have pushed it a little, make Ophelia regret being a brat, but they were trying something new so both of them deserved patience and a chance to fully enjoy the experience in whichever way they wanted.
Still, she held power over her girlfriend without needing to wield it physically. When Ophelia’s tongue finally hit her clit, she moaned, gripping her hair even tighter as a little reward for finally doing what was requested. “Please, Phe.” If Ophelia wanted Avery to fuel her on, she would do just that, while still being careful enough not to accidentally hurt her in the position they were in.
OPHELIA
Ophelia moaned against her skin, any trace of her desire to be a brat leaving her system as Avery's plea hit her ears. While pushing and playing was fun, she also knew when to behave and do exactly what was asked of her.
And so she did, she worked her tongue against the sensitive spot dutifully, humming gently against the skin as the pressure increased. She wanted to reach up and let her hands roam, add any sensations that would help push Avery even closer to the edge. But, since her arms were pinned down next to her body, all she could do was slide her hands up along her legs to her ass.
AVERY
The plea was clearly enough for Ophelia because she immediately responded, giving Avery exactly what she wanted. Avery moaned as Ophelia went after her clit, waves of pleasure coursing through her at every flick. Despite being careful, she had trouble controlling the way her hips would dip even further to meet Ophelia’s tongue, increasing the pace and strength of it herself as she practically rode Ophelia’s face.
And, fuck, that itself was a super hot thought.
It didn’t take long at all before Avery was pushed to her peak and a large jolt of pleasure rushed through her, her entire body tensing, causing her walls to clench and release a gush of juices. Her hand remained tightly in Ophelia’s hair as her orgasm pulsed and it took a few seconds before Avery came to and released her. She opened her glossed eyes and looked down at Ophelia, her face red as she goofily smiled at her girlfriend. “I think I’ve found my favourite seat.”
OPHELIA
With every dip and roll of Avery's hips, Ophelia matched the pressure and energy. Her hands squeezed Avery's ass as she practically rode her face, not wanting her girlfriend to hold back in the slightest. If she died, she'd die happy. Each little dip made her squeeze her thighs together, too focused on her girlfriend's pleasure to do anything about the ache growing between her legs.
She continued until she felt Avery tense up, not relenting until her girlfriend had been pushed past her peak. She gasped gently as a slick warmth slid down her chin and neck, down to pool in her clavicle, the moment searing into her mind. She wanted to remember it forever. The sensations, the sounds- the sight. Avery looked stunning, coming undone above her. She moaned against Avery's skin, helping her ride out her high for as long as she needed.
A goofy smile that matched Avery's graced her own face, licking her lips clean as she listened to her girlfriend, her skin glistening with the juices she released. She scooted up on the bed a little, leaning up onto her elbows. "I could tell you were having fun up there," She teased, pressing a soft kiss to her hip, looking down at the mess on her neck and chest for a moment before looking back up at Avery. She giggled gently, letting her fingers trace idle patterns into the skin of her leg and hip, "I'm glad, my love. This seat is open for you whenever you'd like."
AVERY
With Ophelia’s new position and having had time to take a breath, Avery realized that she had made a bit of a mess. A dark blush coated her cheeks as she removed herself, immediately leaning over to grab a tissue so that she could wipe away the mess she made on Ophelia. She giggled as she did so, “Oh gosh, this is kind of embarrassing,” she confessed. Avery knew she enjoyed it but her body apparently wanted to scream it. Fortunately, she knew Ophelia didn’t mind and that it wasn’t actually that embarrassing.
When she was done, she laid down on her side next to Ophelia. Her hand went down to trace lazy patterns along her girlfriend’s skin, wanting to just touch her. “I love you.” She leaned forward and met Ophelia’s lips, the kiss slow as her hand ran down Ophelia’s back. She gripped the back of Ophelia’s knee and pulled it to rest over her hips, giving her fingers room to run through Ophelia’s soaked folds. They still had a few Ophelia orgasms to go through and Avery was nothing if not dutiful.
“Come for me,” Avery ordered. And Ophelia would. Again and again.
"Can you pass me the-" Ophelia yelped as she felt the sharp sting, which quickly radiated into a dull, warm pain. She stared at the cookie dough in front of her for a moment, a breathless laugh slipping past her lips. She turned to look at Avery over her shoulder, a faux anger overlaid on her playful tone, "Ma'am." She began to inch towards her, her eyes narrowing into a glare, only able to kind of hold back her smile.
She looked down at the whisk as it was brought up in front of her face, "No need for that- come on- I just want to talk." She held out her flour covered hands out, taking another step closer, that mischevious smile of hers tugging on her lips. "I just want to talk-" She lunged once she thought she was close enough, hands aiming for Avery's chest.
Ophelia decidedly did not want to talk. Not with that look on her face. Avery’s eyes widened and she continued to back away, keeping a distance between them. When Ophelia pounced, Avery managed to just avoid her. She squealed and started to run, determined to keep her body free of flour for as long as possible. She ran through the apartment, leaping over the furniture (and leaving more flour stains along the way), but she could only run for so long before she found herself trapped in a corner.
“Phe, please no,” she pleaded, her puppy dog eyes on full blast, pretending as if this were life and death. “I’m sorry!” (She wasn’t.) Her hands were held out in front of her as a last ditch attempt to keep Ophelia away. It was impossible for her to contain her laughter though—having way too much fun with evil Ophelia out to murder her with floury gropes. "Why don't we call it a truce? I mean, isn't all of this so childish?"
"It can't be everything. You can put water in a pot, bring it to a boil and cook pasta. You're not that useless," Lemie argued, unable to conceive that Avery couldn't do something as simple as heating up some sauce and making pasta. "A lot of people say you shouldn't give me a knife and yet here we are. You'll be fine. You don't have to chop like a chef on a Netflix cooking show, just take it slow."
Avery wasn't wrong, her carrots were incredibly uneven. In the grand scheme of things, though? They were still carrots and would taste the same. "It doesn't matter. Do you think anyone will be able to tell once they're all mixed up with everything? No one is pulling out a ruler during dinner to measure the thickness of your slices," the blonde pointed out. "I don't know how you play the violin. We all have our strengths and weaknesses. You'll be fine. Just keep going."
Avery did as she was told and... kept going. Eventually, with some hard work and concentration (and too much assistance from Lemie), she was able to make something mildly presentable at the end of it. Key word being presentable. Who knew if it was actually edible?
She paused and waited for Lemie. "So, um, ladies first?" she offered, pointing to the bowl, not sure she trusted her own ability. It wasn't that she was willing to sacrifice Lemie's stomach and tastebuds but the woman was crazy enough to offer to teach her so she had to trust in her own ability to teach, right? It couldn't be that bad.
Avery's cheeks were puffed as she resisted the urge to laugh at the white handprint that was now proudly featured on Ophelia's ass. Her girlfriend should have known better than to invite her into the kitchen, really, so she was not liable for the mess that she was making (even if everything she was doing was very intentional).
Before Ophelia could get her back, she had picked up the whisk and held it up like a weapon in her defence. "Your ass was just there and so smack-able..." she innocently and matter-of-factly explained, backing away from her girlfriend to avoid Ophelia's wrath.
Truthfully, she loved ridiculous moments of domesticity like this. They didn't have to be out exploring or having sexual adventures in the bedroom--it was enough just to spend time with Ophelia, to be comfortable in their own home and to be downright silly. As long as they were both smiling and happy, Avery was satisfied and wouldn't trade it for the world.
"I get where you're coming from." He can't fault her for being a good friend to Sterling, nor was he willing to get into the ins and outs of the situation with her beyond what he was comfortable discussing. Being forthcoming had never been a strong suit of his, and four years away hadn't done much to alter that.
"My plan was to come back, get a job, get somewhere to live and be a part of my daughter's life." So simple in words, far more complex in execution.
"She knows I'm back. It wasn't exactly a welcome back party but she seems open to talking to me at least, and that's more of a start than I figured I'd get."
Avery raised her brow. That sounded so very peachy, as if it were that easy.
(Though maybe Avery herself was underestimating how easy it would be? Sunny was a child after all and the little idiots were willing to accept anything.)
Nevertheless, at the end of the day, it was Sterling's choice and while she would be watching Lucky like a hawk, she wouldn't actually deprive Sunny a chance to know her father.
How annoying it was that Lucky would get away with it. Men really had it far too easy, even when they were haphazardly waving their dicks around.
"Fine, but if you jump ship again, I'm sending my grandfather's secret service agents after you."
Ignoring her career was such a kind word for it -- when, in fact, there was no career for Bennie to return to. She'd become her own worst fear -- a flash-in-the-pan child prodigy who was now only featured in 'Where Are They Now?' articles on Buuzfeed every year around the time the Tony's aired on tv.
Where was she now? She delivered pizzas on a bike.
And now she didn't even have a bike anymore.
"No, no, I'm not busy," Bennie answers quickly, trying to make some effort to undo how awkward she'd been initially.
"I was actually kinda craving some nachos, if you're down for that?"
"Nachos sounds perfect!" Avery agreed. "I can wait if you're still hunting for your bike though." She didn't actually want to interrupt what Bennie was doing. After meeting Stevie, she learned the true value of one's bike and it was definitely a sacred bond that she wished to one day have.
Besides, she had all the time in the world for idle tasks now that she was taking a sabbatical. "I can even help you search. What does it look like?"
Avery had always been a close friend of Liza's and not so much of Sterling's, though she supposed to made sense considering the age difference and the fact that Liza and Sterling didn't even like each other back then. It was so strange to think how much had changed over the years but Sterling was happy it had, because now she and Liza were best friends.
Ever since hearing Avery was back in town, Sterling wanted to meet up with her and that day their schedules finally allowed for it to happen.
"Avery, hi!" Sterling called to her, waving her over to her booth in the All-Nighter. "How are you?"
"Pipsqueak!" Avery greeted, a large grin on her face. No matter how old they got or how small the age difference between them, Sterling would always be the little pipsqueak that Avery both loved, for the fact that she was Elizabeth's little sister, and find annoying, for the fact that she was once a child around Avery (which really wasn't her fault). Nevertheless, she felt a level of protectiveness for the former part and did actually care about the girl.
"I've been pretty great. Can't complain since I'm sitting around twiddling my thumbs most days." She was finally taking a break, doing the things that she wanted to do, so it was pretty darn fantastic.
"How about you? How's the semen demon? I saw the demon's father the other day. You'll be disappointed to know I didn't punch Satan in the face."
Raleigh scribbled down the name, just guessing at the spelling, not bothering to ask. But she was pretty sure it was just how it sounded. Dropping the pen back into the paper when she was finished, a hum left her lips. "Not all day, but a few hours at least." Before she could convince someone else to swap with her. The brunette's gaze came up, glancing over at the kids Avery mentioned, snorting at the nickname. Raleigh wasn't great with kids, she'd be the first to admit that. "I have no idea. I assumed they were around here somewhere." She was taking no responsibility for them either way. Though she might yell at them if they tried to play in the street or something. But other than that, she was ignoring their existence.
“So, is your chief in?” Avery asked. “I asked him to fetch me some KitKats from Japan and figured I would come pick them up,” she explained. It seemed easier than making him come around to her place. He was undoubtedly more busy than she was anyway. “If not, are Angel or Dallas around? They owe me a tour of this place,” she paused, realizing how that might have sounded. “I promise I’m not a fire-groupie. I just happened to meet them in random places… besides, I’m definitely not into their anatomy.”
Ophelia was hesitant to look back down at her girlfriend, knowing the floodgates might give out if she did. It was a losing battle, a few tears broke free when she felt Avery's sweet caress on her cheek. She knew she wasn't alone, and Avery's words only reaffirmed that, but the path ahead of them was daunting. She only hoped she had the strength that was needed from her.
She glanced down at Avery, only finding love and support in her eyes. Ophelia placed a hand over Avery's, squeezing it gently as she nodded, taking her words to heart. She pressed a gentle kiss to her palm, saying gently, "Thank you."
She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Avery's lips, feeling so incredibly lucky that she got to have her in her life. She pulled away after a moment, smiling gently as she wiped the tears from her eyes before they could fall down her cheeks. "Tell me more? Of your thoughts about New York?" She knew what she needed to do, and the daunting journey ahead of them, but she really wanted to hear something good. She wanted a distraction, if only for a moment.
Avery could tell that Ophelia needed a distraction so she closed her eyes again and allowed herself to imagine their future. “We would move into my loft. It’s probably a bit small to have a dog but maybe we can get Pawdme a little brother?” she mused, already picturing their trip to the shelter. “We would wake up a little later than we do now, go jogging when the streets are less busy, after the morning work rush.” Not that New York was ever empty in her area but she was certain they could find a decent time.
“On the warmer days, Pawdme can join us but I am not sure she’ll appreciate the busy streets. There are less places for her to explore that aren’t super loud and scary so we will have to feel that out.” It was the consequence of living city life. Unfortunately for the Senator, that was what both of her parents wanted. “We would go to work in the evenings to our respective theatres and concert halls. On nights we aren’t working, we can visit our parents or my siblings for dinner.”
She linked her hand with Ophelia’s and rubbed her fingers, her eyes still closed. “After a long day of work and dinner, I’ll give you a little foot rub and then we will have awesomely passionate sex for the next few hours before waking up and doing it all over again.” Avery grinned. It was almost boringly domestic but Avery couldn’t wait. She couldn’t wait to be settled in with Ophelia and just happily living their lives.
Ophelia's fingers ran through Avery's hair as she listened, her fingers scraping gentle lines against her scalp idly. Whenever Ophelia was faced with heavy thought, or something made her a little uneasy, she found it easiest to cope when she did something with her hands. Usually, it was tapping idle tunes against her thigh, but with this- she found it much easier to ground herself when she focused on her girlfriend.
She listened intently, taking each one to heart. When the word competition hit her ears, however, her head immediately shook, a brief look of confusion flashing across her face. The thought of using this awful situation to her own benefit had not even crossed her mind. Avery was right, she wouldn't want to "win" without being on an even playing field.
"No, of course not." She breathed a little laugh, not actually finding anything in the situation funny, but to ease some of the weight that rest on her chest.
Up until that point, Ophelia's heart had been propelling towards the plan of causing a ruckus- getting him blacklisted from the community. But, after listening carefully, she gave it a second thought. Her hands paused the little braid she had been forming as the thoughts ran through her mind.
Her thoughts drifted to Sloane, and how much that monster had taken away from her. How alone she must have felt- how she must feel. Ophelia knew how isolated and helpless she felt because of him.
Did she mind being implicated? Having her own reputation tainted? If it would help clear Sloane's name, and protect the future generations of young girls from similar treatment- not at all.
But it wasn't her decision to make. Sloane should have the final say.
"I'll think on it a little more. Ask Sloane if this is a battle she wants to fight. She might be willing to if she knows she isn't--" She took a little breath, biting back the emotions that threatened to break free. "That she isn't alone."
This wasn't a decision to be made lightly-- and she couldn't help but be scared. If this didn't go right, she might not only fail herself, take away most (if not all) professional opportunities in the future, fail Sloane, but lose any value her words held and allow the creep to roam free- free to harm others.
The fear was clearly etched onto her face, but she tried to be brave. "You alright with a stay at home wife if this goes south?" She joked, a halfhearted laugh gently escaping her lips, taking a deep breath as she blinked away her tears, looking over at their Senator who took a lot of interest in batting around a baby pinecone.
Avery watched as the words sunk into her girlfriend, Ophelia clearly deep in thought and seriously considering her options. She instinctively knew which one her girlfriend would choose but wanted her to come to that conclusion herself. Ophelia was a strong woman, someone Avery admired, and she knew she would want to fight—she would want to protect others—so all they needed was someone who had the same fire in them.
And Sloane was nothing if not an inferno.
Still, it was not an easy decision to make and she immediately noticed the tears threatening the corner of Ophelia’s eyes. She reached up and cupped her cheek, reminding her she wasn’t alone and that she was allowed to cry. She wanted to make a joke, to repeat Ophelia’s attempt at distraction, but she had more important words to say. “I will support you no matter what happens.” If it backfired and meant that Ophelia got burned in the end, Avery would be right by her side to figure things out. “I’ll be by your side to the very end, Phe.” That was a promise she had every intention of keeping.
Riley's eyes watched Avery's hand move, perking from the mother cat giving it a sniff, before she smiled. "I've wanted a cat for the longest time, but I know I won't be there much for it.." She said, knowing that was true. It wouldn't be because of her being busy, it would be from her mental state, as much as she knew having an animal would help, she didn't wanna risk it. Soon shaking her head, she knew this wasn't about her, so Rye kept quiet before responding to what Avery said. "Well.. you know my view points on that.. c'mon you're grown. They should respect that you're happy here right?" She asked, eyes looking back at her friend. "Respect that you needed a break?"
“I might be grown but I’m counting on that inheritance,” Avery joked. “I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I couldn’t afford take out.” At the end of the day, they were her parents and she cared far too much about what they thought about her. They supported her in her ambitions her entire life so it wasn’t like they were bad parents. She wouldn’t be where she was without them. They just had very high expectations and Avery was too dutiful not to meet them.
“Yeah. They think it’s ridiculous that I’m taking a break when I’ve never even had a proper job. I got a lot of offers for different orchestras and they say I should start so I can make concertmaster as soon as possible.” She shrugged. “But once I get a proper job, that’s it, y’know? No going back. I’m stuck working forever.” Avery spent so much time working at building her reputation and career that she didn’t know who she was outside of it sometimes. This was her chance to find out before she was stuck until retirement.
Sloane’s entire body went cold as she was told Avery’s parents had explicitly mentioned the scandal, her face no doubt draining of all colour although she couldn’t see herself obviously. The hand that was holding onto her coffee mug clenched so tightly if it had been any thinner it would probably have shattered. They’d talked about it, about her, the gossip that was spinning around the industry about her. The whole thing made her start to feel sick to her stomach, mouth filling with saliva, her throat sour.
“Why would Quinn defend me, she doesn’t even know me.” Were the first words the redhead managed to get out, her voice cracking half way through. Justice. It was such a simple word but god it felt so out of reach for Sloane, and had since everything had first broken. The idea of taking on a titan like Harrison and actually making him pay for what he’d done was both a dream and a nightmare all rolled into one. Her palms were sweating, unable to look Avery in the eye, so ashamed of everything she’d done. Even if it hadn’t continued because she’d wanted it to in any way that didn’t mean she hadn’t made the decision to accept his offer in the first place, to take the shortcut. She’d just truly believed it was her only choice.
“I don’t uh…I don’t even know where I would begin.” She admitted in a small voice.
Avery didn’t think she’d ever seen Sloane so small and scared. It made her heart squeeze for the woman. She looked exactly like how Ophelia looked telling her what had happened and Ophelia wasn’t nearly as guarded and sharp-mouthed. She reached out and placed a comforting hand on Sloane. “I have a few ideas. My family is pretty darn powerful in New York, if you want to get justice, I’ll throw my support behind you.”
She offered a small smile. She didn’t pull the family card very often but this was for a worthy cause. “My sister’s a pretty badass lawyer and even said that she would love to take on a case like yours. It was all in theory, of course, she doesn’t know I even know you.” Avery wouldn’t say anything without Sloane’s permission.
“It doesn’t matter what choices you made, Sloane, he took advantage of his position and pressured you into it.” She paused, thinking of her own girlfriend. “You didn’t know what he would do if you said no. He might have held you back and ruined your career before it even began.” Part of her had to wonder what would have happened if Ophelia hadn’t run away—if she hadn’t left on her own accord. “He was in the wrong. He used you.”
Dawson laughed as she asked him about murdering her. "Oh no.. way too messy to do in a greenhouse. It would potentially mess with the little ecosystem I've worked so hard to set up." He said as he reached up high to pull down some tomatoes. "Wow, well that certainly is an interesting MO for a serial killer." Turning he looked at her perplexed. "You know.. I sometimes struggle to watch those documentaries. They scare me too much." He said honestly.
Passing the tomato over to Avery he smiled. "I forgot to ask if you even like tomato.. or tomato sauce at least... do you have any food allergies?" He said curiously. He really did want to have a welcoming and inclusive home for everyone that came to visit.
Avery agreed. “Yeah, he was a gardener and planted all the parts he took apart in other people’s gardens.” Not that Avery was the type to congratulate serial killers, but some points had to be reward for ingenuity. “My parents are both lawyers so I grew up hearing dark stories. It’s a wonder how I’m as well-functioning as I am now,” she joked.
She looked down at the tomatoes and smiled. “I love tomatoes. No allergies that I’m aware of, though I think I’m starting to become lactose intolerant.” Not that she cared. She would continue to consume dairy goodness even if it killed her.
“I’m surprised you have time for all of this,” Avery added, pointing to the entire array of plants. “I always thought people in your profession were crazy busy.”
Avery was possibly the only good thing to come from that damn storm. Though the situation wasn't ideal at the time, meeting her proved to be something she was grateful for. Music had been in her blood ever since she was a child. She picked up her father's guitar when she was too young to understand anything about it, but she knew she was meant to hold it. It had been saving her life ever since then.
All musicians, especially ones who played instruments she couldn't even fathom, captured her interest. With her own guitar case in hand, she followed Avery down and took a moment to look at all the instruments. She felt a little like a kid in the candy store. "You kidding? I feel like Charlie in the Chocolate Factory coming here." She snickered and set her guitar case down off to the side before curiously walking around - she couldn't help it.
"Oh yeah, they stapled my head back together. Good as new." It sounded worse than it was. She turned and looked at Avery. "I guess that ruined our plan for the Murder Mystery we were going to create. But, y'know, maybe next natural disaster."
Avery laughed, unable to resist imagining them trying it again. “Next time, I’ll fight the tree, deal?” She definitely didn’t wish for another natural disaster but she appreciated Chey’s use of humour to ease the anxiety and fear coming from it all. They came out relatively ok so all was well.
“So tell me about what you were planning for your movie,” she started taking a seat and pulling out her violin. She had never worked on a score for a film before so this would be an interesting opportunity to learn. Playing the greats was getting boring. “I’d love to hear more about it!”
