mentions of sex and jill's issues sleeping. also age gap relationship. also also this is just a bunch of words thrown together based on this post that i made.
Older Gf! Jill Valentine loves you and you love her.
The age gap thing was never something that interested you, it wasn't something Jill was looking for either. But the two of you met one way or another and as things go, it sort of just happened. It genuinely just fell into your lap.
You can't even bring yourself to feel bad about it either. Like, yeah, she's in her fifties and you're quite a bit younger than that. And duh, of course your friends and hers were a little concerned when you introduced each other at first. You and Jill actually agreed that you'd both find it weird if they didn't question it even a little.
Now, your respective friend groups seem to agree with what you and Jill figured out early into knowing each other- the two of you were hand crafted for one another. Music taste, favorite movies, favorite books, hobbies, the two of you have so much in common. Even the things you don't agree on are trivial- like the fact that you enjoy sleeping in and Jill is up at 5 AM to go for a jog.
Jill is unlike any partner you've ever had. Underneath that dry sense of humor, which pulled you in to begin with, is the sweetest of all of the hearts that you've ever been given. That side of her is reserved just for you, and that's obvious to anyone with eyes.
In all honesty, you think Jill was distraught when she realized that she had feelings for you and that, God, you were actively pursuing her. But at that point what was growing between the two of you was too real to deny, so she opted to take her time with you. She spent months getting to know you before asking you on a real date.
And then when she finally did, it was another month before she'd let it go any further than kissing. Which was torture by the way. First, look at the woman. Second, you could tell by the way she kissed that the sex would be incredible. Torturous as it was, you commend her for her restraint. It was so obvious that she wanted it just as bad as you.
And, Lord, was it worth the wait. Even when she was just learning your body, she managed to make you finish three times.
Now, sex can go until you're in tears from overstimulation. Jill's nothing if not a giver but sometimes it feels like she feeds on your pleasure. Like, your orgasms do more for her than for you. But really, think she just likes to have something to focus her busy mind on.
It's not a secret that Jill doesn't sleep easily. You do what you can for her- cuddles, playing with her hair, reading to her- but sometimes it simply cannot be helped. In the late hours of the night, her phone has become her best friend. Silly mobile games keep her company until exhaustion finally takes over.
You're in bed next to her, boneless from being fucked so good. You try so hard to stay awake with her. You lay on your stomach arms under your pillow, and face her, talking to her about random things while she scrolls on her phone. You tell her how cute she looks with her drugstore reading glasses perched on her nose. Which always gets an eye roll and a whatever.
Jill cares about your quality of sleep, it's one of the only things she'll pull the age card on. When you get to my age you'll regret wasting the best years of sleep you'll ever have. She also knows that scratching your back softly knocks you right out.
So when she decides it's too late, her hand finds your back, just barely scraping your back. "I know what you're doing," you sleepily hum.
"I'm playing my game," she says in response, just in time for you to hear her phone speaker say tasty, at the lowest perceivable volume. "Go to sleep, baby."
"Boooo," you say quiet and playful.
"Yeah, I know, I'll make it up to you," Jill says low, still gently scratching at your back. "I love you."
"Mm, I love you too," you say, and it's the last sound you make for the night, aside from your soft breathing.
Who knew that listening to a fifty something year old woman play Candy Crush could be so soothing? How silly is that?
Summary: How do you tell your best friend that you're dating his little sister? If it were up to Jill, she'd say just don't do it. But after Claire insists, she can't hide from it anymore.
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“He’s going to kill me.”
“Now, who’s being dramatic?”
Jill narrows her eyes at Claire, who’s sat beside her on the couch. Some comedy movie plays on the TV in front of them, one Claire picked out but apparently has no interest in. She’d rather make Jill’s heart stop by suggesting they tell Chris about their relationship.
Claire just stifles a laugh at Jill’s face, poking her side to make the woman’s deadpan look falter. It works, of course. “Seriously. He knows you, and it’s my life at the end of the day. I can make my own decisions.”
“You’re his little sister that he basically raised,” Jill points out. “And I’m one of his oldest friends. He’ll think I’m a predator.”
“Well,” Claire trails off but barks out a sharp laugh when Jill elbows her. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! But it’s not like you made a move on me when I like 19 or something. I’m 27, and we just started dating a few months ago.”
Jill huffs and rolls her eyes. “Chris still thinks you’re 10.”
Claire groans, resting her forehead on Jill’s shoulder. “Don’t remind me. He still treats me like that sometimes. You remember when he glared at me for ordering a margarita at that Mexican restaurant? He should be glad he didn’t see me drinking in college.”
“Claire Redfield, you were underage drinking?”
“Oh shut up,” Claire grumbles, wrapping her arms around Jill’s arm as she scoots closer. “Don’t talk like him or I’ll have to break up with you.”
Jill laughs at that, giving it a rest for now. Her free arm that isn’t trapped comes to rest on Claire’s thigh, the one that’s thrown over her lap haphazardly. The woman is a koala at times, clinging to Jill’s side when she lets her. Other times, especially in public, Claire’s more reserved with any affection, which Jill is thankful for.
“I do want to tell him, though,” Claire murmurs keeping her eyes on the TV. “I don’t like having to sneak around with you and pretend we aren’t together when he’s around.”
Jill knows the feeling. Anytime the three of them are together (which happens to be often as of late), she can’t wrap an arm around Claire, can’t stick to her side without reason. Her words have to be censored, every single one carefully chosen as to not arouse suspicion. And it just feels awful hiding it from Chris in the first place.
Jill sighs, tilting her head to rest her cheek on Claire’s head. “I know. Me too.”
——
Claire taps her fingers on the table impatiently, glancing between her brother across from her and the entrance to the restaurant. A woman enters, making Claire perk up, but she deflates when she sees that it’s just a stranger.
“So, this partner has a habit of being late?” Chris narrows his eyes at Claire, already disapproving.
She hasn’t told him who her partner is, preferring to let it be a surprise. Jill had been difficult to convince for the dinner, but she eventually gave in to Claire’s puppy dog eyes. As usual.
“No, they don’t,” Claire grumbles back, crossing her arms over her chest. She leans back in her chair, trying to stall for time. Hopefully, Jill didn’t chicken out. “How was work? BSAA not doing anything too crazy?”
Chris shakes his head, but then seems to remember something and laughs. “No, not for me at least. Other people have the misfortune of training the new rookies, though. I know Jill had to stay late filing paperwork after a rookie broke his collarbone somehow.”
Ah. So, that’s where Jill is.
Claire sighs, rubbing a hand over her face. “That sounds… rough.”
“Oh it is,” Chris says with a laugh. “She’s been all grouchy the past couple of days anyway, so maybe the time filing will clear her head.”
Not at all, Claire wants to say, but she keeps it to herself.
“How long does that usually take?” Claire asks, keeping up a nonchalant yet sympathetic tone.
It must convince Chris, as he shrugs in response. “An hour, maybe?”
The door to the restaurant opens again, and Claire straightens up when she spots a slightly frantic Jill searching for her. She doesn’t have to wave her down, as the woman quickly spies them and walks over. In any other situation, Claire would laugh at Jill’s expression, as it looks like she’s walking to her doom. But Claire keeps it in, instead anxiously glancing at Chris.
“Hey,” Jill greets, standing at the end of the table.
Chris’s eyebrows raise when Jill greets them, and the smile he gives her surprises them both. “Oh hey, Jill. What’re you doing here?”
Claire clears her throat, which draws Chris’s eyes to her. He raises an eyebrow at her when she gives him a pointed look, still not getting what’s happening.
It’s only when Jill moves behind Claire, sliding into the chair next to her, that it finally clicks.
“Oh,” Chris says plainly. His eyes dart between them a few times, slowly processing two things.
Claire’s partner is a woman. And said partner is Jill.
“Is that a good ‘oh’?” Claire asks, elbows resting on the table.
Chris doesn’t respond right away, though his eyes finally stick to Jill after another couple glances between them. He straightens up in his chair, and Claire has the sudden urge to lunge across the table to restrain him.
“Are we ready to order some drinks?” The waitress pops out of nowhere, smiling bright while oblivious to the sudden tension.
Claire gives a forced smile, boot kicking Chris’s knee underneath the table. “Yeah, I’ll just take a half sweet and half unsweetened iced tea.”
Chris grunts out the word water, eyes never leaving Jill. Jill is last to order, mumbling out her order for a Diet Coke even as she desperately wants something strong.
Another awkward silence settles over them once the waitress leaves. Claire busies herself with looking at the menu, though her focus is anywhere but that. Her eyes keep glancing up at Chris, sighing at the indecipherable look he’s giving Jill. With a glance at Jill, Claire sighs at her face too.
They’re both stone faced, just staring at each other. Either they’re about to laugh it off like nothing happened, or Chris is going to lunge across the table and throttle her. Or Jill might just run. Claire hopes it’s the first or last options. She does not want a trip to the emergency room. Or police station.
“So, how did this happen?” The question from Chris comes out as more of a statement, voice gruff. His eyes look to Claire, the question more directed toward her.
“It just,” Claire trails off with a shrug before adding, “happened.”
“A few months ago,” Jill tacks on, though the look Chris gives her says he doesn’t want to hear her right now.
Claire sighs, resting her face in her hands with her elbows on the table. “Don’t be a dick, Chris.”
Jill’s hand rests on Claire’s knee, squeezing gently to comfort her. Though, it’s just as much for her own comfort as it is for Claire’s, as this seems to be going as bad as it could be. Barring Chris hurdling the table and tackling her.
“I’m not-“ Chris sighs, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m not being a dick. I’m just… processing.”
“While glaring at Jill like she just murdered your first born.”
Chris lets out a rough exhale, leaning back in his chair with his arms across his broad chest. “I’m not mad. I’m not.”
Claire raises an unimpressed eyebrow, clearly not buying it.
“It could be worse,” Jill pipes up. Claire turns to glare at her as well, willing her to shut up with her eyes. Unfortunately, she continues. “She could be dating Leon. Or, who was that guy? Neil?”
Chris frowns more, and Claire drops her head into her hands with a low groan. Two of the most important people in her life just have to be the most emotionally inept as well.
“Jill, please,” Claire mutters, turning to look at her with a pleading gaze. “Pick something better to say.”
Jill throws her hands up in a shrug. “What? It’s true. Chris would have thrown Leon out by now.”
Chris huffs with a nod, agreeing. “At least I’m letting you sit there and plead your case. You’re paying for dinner, though.”
The tension in Claire’s shoulders eases slightly, and she lifts her head again. “So, you’re not… going to murder her?”
“Claire, don’t be dramatic,” Chris says with a sigh. “I’m not going to murder Jill. Just maim.”
When Claire gives an exasperated look, Chris backtracks with a laugh. “I’m kidding! Kind of.”
The waitress comes back finally, setting down their drinks and taking their food orders. When she leaves, the three are left in a silence again, though far less tense than it was before.
“So, you’re okay with this?” Jill asks, leaning forward on her elbows.
Chris sighs. “I don’t really have a choice, do I? You’re both adults.”
Claire sips her drink, watching Chris with narrowed eyes. He’s being quite reasonable so far, aside from the glaring. Which hadn’t been that bad, all things considered.
“Just don’t do any shit around me,” Chris says. His eyes turn to Jill pointedly. “That’s my sister, and I don’t need to see any of that.”
“Jesus, Chris, it’s not like we’re about to make out in front of you,” Claire groans. One hand pinches the bridge of her nose, and she sets her drink down with a clink.
Chris cringes at that, eyes flicking between the two women as if imagining it. He shakes his head to ward off the imagine, then heaves a sigh. “…Don’t make me think about that.”
Claire snorts, exasperated yet amused at her brother’s antics.
“I guess it could be worse,” Chris says with a sigh. He glances at Jill again, shoulders relaxing a little bit. He trusts her, with his life even. That could be extended to his sister. Maybe. “So this is serious? Not like a casual thing?”
“You think I’d meet you for dinner if this were casual?” Jill raises an eyebrow at Chris.
He shrugs. “Good point. But answer anyway.”
Claire’s eyes slide to Jill, letting her answer instead. It’s an answer to Claire as much as it is to Chris.
The other people in the restaurant chatter on, silverware clinking against plates and the occasional laugh ringing out. Nearby, there’s the shrill laugh of a child followed by the scolding tone of a parent. It’s a stark contrast to the serious tone at their table.
“Yeah, it’s serious,” Jill answers. Her one hand idly swirls the straw in her drink, though she doesn’t back down from Chris’s stare. “For me, definitely.”
She glances over at Claire, who nods in support. “It’s serious for me too.”
That makes Jill’s lips curl up into a smile, her eyes trained only on Claire now. Her fingers squeeze Claire’s knee gently, the closest to public display of affection that she’ll show.
Across the table, Chris groans and leans back in his chair. His hands cover his face as he dramatically tilts his head back. “God, you guys are already disgusting. Can you go back to being secretive?”
Claire snickers and turns back to him, leaning down to sip her drink. “Absolutely not. You’re stuck with us like this.”
The food comes soon after that, and the serious tone is finally lifted. Dinner continues like any other that they’ve had together, easy conversation and teasing jabs at each other.
By the time they walk out to their cars, Chris departs first, though not without a narrowed gaze and an “eyes on you” motion to Jill. Claire chases him off with a shove and an insult, and the older man just laughs as he gets in his car and eventually pulls out of the parking lot.
Jill walks Claire to her car, hands shoved into her pockets. Though, they don’t stay there for long. As soon as they’re mostly hidden between the cars in the parking lot, Jill’s hands are at Claire’s hips, fingers hooking into her jeans’ belt loops.
“That went as well as it could have,” Jill murmurs, leaning closer so there’s only a few inches between them.
Claire hums in agreement. “I told you he wouldn’t kill you.”
Jill laughs, her breath hitting Claire’s face as she joins in with her own chuckle. A moment passes before they sober up, going quiet as they just take each other in.
“I’ll text you when I get home,” Claire mumbles, gaze darting down to Jill’s lips then back up to her eyes. “Promise not to drive too reckless.”
“Liar,” Jill huffs. “You always drive like a psycho.”
Jill pauses for a moment, throat moving as she swallows. “But yeah, text me when you get home.”
Even though Jill moves forward first, Claire closes the rest of the distance herself to connect their lips in a kiss. It isn’t hurried, nor frantic like some of the kisses they’ve shared before. The ones that were filled with pent up frustration and feelings held back for too long. This kiss is free. From the secrecy, from the worry, from the time they lost denying themselves.
Claire pulls back first with a breathless laugh, one hand gently grabbing Jill’s jaw to hold her back as she chases after her. “You keep kissing me like that and I’m not gonna make it home before midnight.”
“Fine, fine,” Jill relents with a grin matching Claire’s. She doesn’t step away, though. “I guess I’ll let you go. Just this once.”
With one last peck to Jill’s lips, Claire finally pulls away entirely, tugging open her car door to clamber in. Jill shuts it behind her, staying in her spot until Claire pulls out of her parking spot. She gives a wave, and Claire mimics it with a smile that makes Jill’s stomach flip.
Jill is rooted to the spot for a good minute after Claire drives off, and she reaches up to her face to find a stupidly fond grin stuck on her face. With an exhaled laugh, she walks to her own car, shaking her head.
smut, angst, claire has a praise kink and we all know it
Summary: After the events of Raccoon City, Ada just can't stay away from Claire, and their relationship develops into something neither can quite define. And neither of them can end it, even if it leaves them both dissatisfied.
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Elevator out of service.
Claire audibly groans as soon as she spots the sign on the metal doors. She ignores the odd look from the receptionist, instead rubbing at her face with one hand. Her knees already ache as she turns to the stairwell, and she’s not looking forward to the five flights of stairs she has to climb. After a long day out at work, dealing with corporate hurdles and bioterrorism fallout, there’s nothing Claire wants more than to collapse into her bed.
Even if her work is important to her, part of her identity now, it tests her patience sometimes. And today was one of those times.
After dragging herself up the stairs and down the hallway, Claire finally unlocks her door and shuts it behind her with a sigh. Leaning against it, Claire lets her eyes slip closed for a moment. Though, when she opens them, she stiffens at the sight of the open balcony door. The curtains ripple slightly in the night breeze, bringing in the noise of traffic with it.
Her heart sinks in her chest, and Claire quietly creeps over to close it. Once it’s locked, she presses her back to the glass, scanning the dark living room. Movement in the hallway catches her eye, and she’s temporarily blinded by the hall light turning on. Claire jolts, covering her eyes as she braces for some sort of impact.
“Jumpy tonight, aren’t we?”
The buttery smooth voice hits Claire’s ears, and all the paranoid tension instantly seeps from her limbs. Instead, irritation replaces it.
“Ada, what the hell? You can’t just come in here when I’m not here,” Claire says with a sigh, finally dropping her shoulders. She tosses her bag onto the couch, kicking off her shoes soon after as she sinks into the plush cushions.
Ada chuckles and steps behind the couch, leaning on her hands on the back of it. “And where’s the fun in that? Someone has to keep you on your toes.”
Claire huffs, rolling her eyes. “I do not need to be kept on my toes. Certainly not by you.”
It’s an on and off again kind of thing they have. Ada drops by announced, gives Claire half truths and mind numbing orgasms, then slips out in the night. Very rarely does she stay until the morning, and even then, she keeps Claire distracted from asking too many questions. Not that Claire usually wants to, as she has long given up on getting any answers from a woman as frustrating as Ada Wong.
But that doesn’t make her sudden appearances any less aggravating.
“Besides, don’t you have better things to do?”
Claire sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. Her teeth grit when the familiar scent of Ada’s perfume grows closer; something heavy yet light at the same time, intoxicating and sweet. “I’m sure bothering me isn’t on the top of your priority list.”
“I suppose it isn’t,” Ada hums. She’s hunched over the back of the couch now, face hovering next to Claire’s. “But it is at the top of a more personal list. It entertains me.”
Entertaining. That’s all Claire is to her at the end of the day. Someone and something to keep Ada from getting bored on her off days, a mind to toy with and a body to torture.
And Claire lets her in every time. Or, allows her to stay as Ada had let herself in this time around.
A manicured finger trails across Claire’s shoulder, red nail polish tracing her collarbone. The corners of Ada’s lips pull up when she sees the subtle shiver run through Claire. “You seem quieter than usual. Tired, Redfield?"
Claire huffs, but doesn’t reply. She doesn’t feel the need to, as it was mostly a rhetorical question. In the end, Claire isn’t sure Ada would care either way. Though, the way the woman’s hand drifts to wrap around Claire’s neck says otherwise.
“I asked you a question, pretty girl,” Ada purrs, her fingers tightening just slightly. “Answer it.”
Claire swallows thickly, the words and Ada’s fingers around her throat sparking a flame in her stomach. “I just had a long day, that’s all.”
That’s not all, and they both know it. The game they play is getting to her, wearing her down slowly over time. The push and pull, coming and going; part of Claire wants more, but Ada cannot give that to her. Even if she might want more as well.
“Stand up.”
Claire is on her feet in a second, and Ada’s fingers slip away from her neck. Ada rounds the couch, all the while Claire keeps her eyes on her coffee table, practically drilling a hole into the worn out coaster atop it. Her gaze is only drawn away from it when Ada takes her spot on the couch, one leg crossed over the other to give her a poised pose.
Wordlessly, she snaps her fingers at Claire, then points to the ground. For a moment, Claire bristles with a sneer, ready to protest at being treated like a dog. But then Ada shoots her an unimpressed look with one eyebrow raised and lips pursed, another snap following. Claire lowers to her knees almost reluctantly, now knelt in front of a far too smug Ada.
Ada reaches out and curls her fingers under Claire’s chin, nails slightly digging in. Not enough to hurt, but enough to keep Claire in place. “Think you can be good for me for a bit? Let me make your long day a little better?”
That gets Claire’s heart rate spiking, and she nods. Though, that doesn’t seem to please Ada too much.
“Words,” Ada demands, her nails digging in a bit more.
“Yes, I’ll be good,” Claire grits out, the submission tasting bitter on her tongue.
Ada’s mouth twitches at the slight irritation in Clare voice, amused. Claire isn’t quite to the malleable state that Ada prefers, but she can get her there. Ada always can.
Leaning back against the couch, Ada pulls on Claire’s chin, bringing her with her. Her legs part to allow Claire to kneel between them, and the younger woman eagerly scoots closer. Even if part of her wants to resist, she can never really resist Ada.
Claire’s eyes dart down to Ada’s dress, eyeing the thin fabric that covers the tops of her thighs. Ada’s free hand grabs the edge of it and starts to pull up, and Claire lifts a hand to curl around the back of Ada’s knee. The tension in the room thickens as Ada slowly lifts up the edge of her dress to reveal her cloth covered mound. Both her pantyhose and underwear act as barriers to the prize beneath, and Claire instantly moves to pull them down.
But Ada smacks away her hand, a sharp slap echoing in the quiet room. “Not yet. I don’t think you’ve earned it yet, not with how you’ve been acting.”
“You’re the one who showed up unannounced,” Claire shoots back, earning her another warning look.
“You want me to leave?” Ada leans down to Claire’s level. “Leave you to deal with your long day all by yourself?”
That creates something almost resembling fear in Claire’s chest, and she shakes her head. “No, no, I don’t want you to leave.”
“Then stop complaining, or I will.” Ada wouldn’t, not really. Not when she has the tantalizing view of Claire on her knees for her. Ada’s grip on her chin tightens once again, pulling Claire forward. “Now, put that mouth to use, and maybe I’ll reward you afterward.”
To an outsider, it wouldn’t seem like there’s much in it for Claire. She has to please Ada to even get a chance at her own pleasure, and that chance can be slim at best.
But for Claire, as Ada spreads her thighs further to allow Claire to come closer, there’s no place she would rather be.
Claire leans forward fully now, able to feel the heat of Ada’s sex against her face. Her mouth waters just at the smell, and her eyes flick up to watch Ada’s reaction. Ada brings her hand to the back of Claire’s head now, urging her forward. She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth for a second, just a second. Claire catches it, and commits the sight to memory. A glimpse of Ada’s inner thoughts, that desperation and anticipation Claire wants to see.
Finally, Claire presses her mouth to Ada’s covered mound, tongue licking a thick stripe up over the wet patch. Just the knowledge that she’s gotten Ada this riled up already has Claire’s thighs clenching together, but she keeps her hands clenched at the tops of her thighs. No need to test Ada’s patience anymore.
A soft sigh leaves Ada as Claire continues her work, tracing her tongue up and down Ada’s slit and pressing hard over the fabric where her clit should be. Every sigh and shift from Ada is just encouragement to Claire, and she keeps laving at her clothed cunt until the wet patch grows larger and larger with her saliva and Ada’s growing arousal.
“Take them off,” Ada says on an exhale, finally deeming Claire as having worked hard enough.
Claire’s hands scramble to do as asked, and she clumsily pulls at the waistband of the pantyhose to tug them down Ada’s thighs. Ada huffs a breathy chuckle, but lifts her hips to let Claire tug off her pantyhose and panties, falling to a heap on the floor.
Not needing encouragement this time, Claire dives in to Ada’s bare sex, her moan muffled against the flesh. Eyes squeezing shut, Claire single-mindedly devours the slick that’s accumulated between Ada’s thighs. Her tongue delves between the soft folds to nudge at her clit, then drags down to push into her tight entrance.
Ada’s own moan comes out in a half sigh, and her head tilts back as Claire’s mouth is finally on her, unobstructed. Every lap at her swollen clit makes her stomach flip, and it takes every piece of her strength to not squeeze her thighs around Claire’s head. While the younger woman would love it, Ada isn’t a fan of how desperate it makes her seem.
“You’re doing so good for me, hm?” Ada murmurs. Her fingers thread through Claire’s hair, tugging to urge her even closer. “My sweet girl is so eager to please.”
Claire hums against her flesh, eyes fluttering open for a moment to appreciate the sight above her. Ada all breathless, lips parted and eyes half-lidded. It’s a welcome change from the always guarded and poised woman, mask never cracking for even a second. But here, with Claire between her thighs, the mask slips just a little. Enough for Claire to renew her effort, tongue pushing into her entrance again and again.
Each push and pull has Ada’s fingers tightening in Claire’s hair, and when Claire’s nose nudges her clit, her hips buck slightly as a gasp leaves her. It’s just a small noise, but Claire soaks it up. Her hands leave the tops of her thighs to instead wrap around Ada’s thighs, and, for once, Ada lets her. She’s too lost in the pleasure, her head falling back against the couch.
“Just like that,” Ada says on an exhale, breath hitching on a whimper at the end. Claire stops when she hears the sound, moaning against Ada’s soaked cunt. Whimpers are rare with Ada, so just that one feels like Aphrodite herself has blessed Claire.
The vibrations reverberate through Ada’s flesh and up her spine, and a choked whine leaves her. “Fuck, keep going, I’m getting close.”
Ada’s hips rock up into Claire’s mouth involuntarily, jolting when Claire wraps her lips around her clit and sucks. A high keen leaves Ada’s lips at the sensation, hair falling around her face as she leans forward now. She’s more sensitive than usual, more responsive to every one of Claire’s ministrations.
“Almost there,” Ada breathes, fingers gripping Claire’s hair so tightly it stings. “Almost, oh-”
Her jaw slackens as she comes undone, short gasping breaths hitting the crown of Claire’s head as Ada hunches over her. The obscene wet sounds of sucking and slurping still fill the apartment as Claire lets Ada ride out her high, greedily swallowing down every drop she can get.
Once the intense waves pass, Ada leans back once again, head tipped back as she sucks down air. Clare hasn’t let up for a second, to the point of overstimulation, and Ada tugs on her hair sharply.
“That’s enough.” The words are meant to be sharp, but the edges are soft with her breathless tone.
Reluctantly, Claire pulls back with a gasp, lips and face slick with Ada’s arousal. Her tongue darts out to collect it off her lips and edges of her mouth, the taste nearly addicting.
Ada huffs above her, grip finally loosening in Claire’s hair. “You’re lucky I feel generous tonight.”
Lucky doesn’t even begin to cover it. Not when Claire eventually finds herself pinned to her own bed, clothes discarded with an equally bare Ada knelt over her.
“Just stay still,” Ada murmurs. She hikes up one of Claire’s legs, propping the back of it against her body with her foot dangling over her shoulder. “Let me give you your reward, hm?"
Her knees sink into the mattress on either side of Claire’s flat leg, and already, Claire can feel the heat of her core against her own. Ada stays there for a moment, just watching Claire grow more and more antsy. With a whine, Claire bucks her hips up, just enough to brush their slick folds together.
“Ada, please,” she pleads, hands gripping the pillow beneath her head.
Ada shakes her head, black strands falling from where they had been tucked behind her ear. “Not yet, not until you ask properly."
Heat spreads across Claire’s cheeks, painting them and the tips her ears red. She knows exactly what Ada wants from her, the words that the woman wants to hear. But with the woman hovering just above her dripping heat, Claire can’t bring herself to care about shame.
“Please, miss,” Claire chokes out. The wolfish grin that spreads across Ada’s face sends a bolt of heat to Claire’s core, and another pathetic whine leaves her. “I need you so bad, miss, please.”
Ada’s hand comes to caress Claire’s face, thumb tenderly rubbing over her cheekbone. “So good l for me. I’ll make you feel good, my sweet girl, I promise. Just be patient.”
With that, she lowers her hips down, just settling her sex against Claire’s. Claire inhale sharply, her nails scratching at the pillow under her head.
“Please, please,” Claire repeats breathlessly. She doesn’t move her hips, too terrified of angering Ada and making her pull away. “Miss, please.”
Ada coos, half mocking and half gentle. “Shh, I’ve got you.”
Her hips start to rock, slick flesh sliding against slick flesh. Her own folds are still sensitive from Claire eating her out, but Ada easily pushes through it to focus on the puddle of a woman beneath her. Claire is swiftly turning into a moaning mess, with one hand gripping the pillow and the other reaching out to grip Ada’s thigh.
Their clits slide against each other, both moaning at the contact, and Ada takes advantage of the newfound angle. Her hips grind down repeatedly, breasts jolting with the harsh movements. Claire’s eyes roll back in her head as she finally gets the stimulation she’s been craving since the second she saw Ada in her home. Even if she’d been tired and resistant at first, she can’t deny that she wanted Ada to pin her down like this instantly.
Though, she doesn’t mind working for it. The wait makes it all the better, and Ada’s first orgasm makes her less volatile the second time around. More willing to give Claire what she wants.
“Don’t stop, miss, please,” Claire pleads, her own hips rocking up to meet Ada’s downward grinds.
Ada just shushes her again, then leans down to connect their lips in a kiss. It’s messy, full of tongue and saliva. Claire isn’t present enough to care with how every rock of Ada’s cunt against her own pushes her closer and closer to the edge, toes curling and fingers squeezing. Ada’s hand moves from the side of Claire’s face to her throat, fingers wrapping around but not quite squeezing. Just resting there.
“Taking me so well. Taking your reward so well,” Ada praises again, feeling how Claire’s hips jolt beneath her own. She uses her free hand to grip at Claire’s hip to pin her down better, giving her more leverage to rub against her.
Every drag of her clit against Claire’s has shivers running up Ada’s spine, and the squelching between their bodies is growing obscene. Her downward grinds become more like thrusts, pulling back each time so that the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin echoes in the bedroom. Claire’s moans are reaching a feverish pitch, muffled against Ada’s lips each time she kisses her.
When Ada breaks away again, feeling Claire’s back arch under her, Claire gasps out another plea. “Please, miss, can I come? I’m so, so close. Please!”
“Go ahead,” Ada murmurs. Her hand trails from Claire’s throat to her breast, kneading at the soft flesh. “Come for me, Claire. Let go.”
It only takes a few more well-angled rocks for Claire to fall over the edge, body going taut as she whimpers and moans. The leg that isn’t held against Ada’s body wraps tightly around Ada’s hip, heel urging her closer into her cunt. Ada just grinds down harder to help her ride out her high, chasing her own pleasure as well.
“Look at you,” Ada breathes, breasts bouncing as she rocks harder and faster. “Such a good girl, coming so hard. Miss made you feel so good, hm?”
Claire doesn’t respond, or rather, she can’t. Her jaw is still slack, thighs trembling as Ada fucks her through her high and then some. Her cunt clenches around nothing, tears brimming in her eyes as overstimulation sets in.
“It’s too much,” Claire whines, but she’s shut up by a firm squeeze to her breast.
“You’ll take what I give you.” Ada’s own voice is breathy, despite the firmness. Her second orgasm is right there, close enough that she can taste it between her teeth.
Beneath her, Claire can’t do much other than whine and writhe, her sensitive folds at the mercy of Ada. Her nails dig into Ada’s thigh, free leg having flopped down on the bed limply after her orgasm faded.
Ada curses under her breath as her clit rubs against Claire’s once again, and the choked sob that it elicits from Claire only feeds Ada’s desperation. Her hips grind back and forth, the sound of skin slapping skin nearly drowning out Ada’s pants and moans.
Then, as she finally reaches her high, Ada moans one last time, a long drawn out one that still sparks heat in Claire’s overused cunt. The older woman’s hips stutter as she ruts against Claire, their juices mixing and dripping down to the sheets in a messy puddle.
Eventually, Ada slows to a stop, but doesn’t pull away immediately. Their folds press together completely, and any tiny shift sends bolts of stimulation up both their spines. They both pant to catch their breath, with Claire still desperately gripping Ada’s thigh for grounding. It’s almost intimate, how they bask in the afterglow of sex together, bodies still pressed together and clinging together.
Reality comes crashing down when Ada rises off Claire, coming to stand on just slightly unsteady legs. Heading to the bathroom, she wets a washcloth—knowing exactly where they are after countless indulgences such as this one—and then brings it back to clean Claire. Even if she comes and goes, Ada isn’t unkind.
She still gently cleans Claire’s inner thighs and hips, shushing her whines when the cloth rubs a sensitive spot. She still fetches Claire a glass of water, setting on the nightstand for her. She still tugs the covers up and over Claire’s bare body once she’s cleaned, ensuring that she’s tucked in and warm.
As enigmatic as Ada is, there’s always some certainties about her, and aftercare is far from the only one.
It’s then that Ada cleans her own thighs, then gets dressed. Can’t stay for too long, after all. It’s another certainty. Claire watches from the bed as she always does, silent with longing in her eyes. While she’s lost hope that Ada will stay afterwards, she figures it doesn’t hurt to try.
“Already leaving?” Claire’s voice is quiet in the bedroom, slightly hoarse from all her moaning and whining.
Ada pauses, hands stilling where she had been pulling her dress back on. It’s bunched around her waist, the straps not yet on her shoulders. A deep red cocktail dress, one of the many she seems to own, as Claire rarely sees a repeat outfit despite their similarity.
“Don’t do this.” Ada’s voice is dry, but the look in her eyes in anything but.
Claire huffs, turning onto her side under the covers. “Do what? I was just asking a question.”
With a scoff, Ada looks away and pulls her dress up the rest of the way, finally covering the skin that had just been on display for Claire alone. She slides the zipper up, then runs a hand through her hair to tame it. “Don’t act dumb, Claire. I know you aren’t.”
“I am for letting you in.”
Ada’s eyes snap to Claire at that, jaw clenched. “What are you saying?”
Claire could end it here. Let it end on a high note, one last indulgence. Her eyes trail across Ada’s face, the familiar curve of her lips and nose that Claire has gotten to know so well.
She chickens out.
“Nothing,” Claire says with a sigh. “Never mind.”
A long pause follows, and neither of them speak or even move. Claire can still feel the ache between her thighs, mostly from how Ada had held her leg up and forced her apart while she railed her into the bed.
“Take care of yourself.”
Claire is drawn from her thoughts by Ada’s voice, and her eyes flick up to see Ada is fully dressed now, heels on and everything. Her lips twitch into a frown for a second. “Yeah, you too.”
Ada’s already out the door before Claire can get the full sentence out, the living of her heels echoing down the hallway. The front door of Claire’s apartment opens and closes, leaving Claire alone with her thoughts and the gnawing ache in her chest.
