A/N: 'Rookie' Hale is @jeridandridge and I's shared OC
The sun cracks the sky and Agnes no longer feels the heaviness in her chest, her heart. She rolls over slowly and through a squinted gaze, looks over at Rookie who’s still sound asleep beside her. One of her arms is tucked under her head while the other is up above it; almost as if she’s waving. Agnes would wave back in a heartbeat.
They had made it through their first night out in the woods and in their tent without a hitch. So tired from hiking up to this spot that they made a campfire and were ready to crash within fifteen minutes of warming up around it. The second Agnes felt Rookie snuggle into her under their sleeping bags and hoodies; warm thick socks Agnes had bought brand new for their trip, they were both out like a light.
The detective throws her left arm over her partner and pulls her in closer and breathes in that warm scent of sleep. Rookie barely stirs but Agnes knows she’s aware that she’s being pulled in for a sleepy embrace. Agnes pushes her face close to Rookie’s neck until she feels the softness of her skin and plants a few kisses upon it.
The younger woman mumbles something inaudible in response to the ticklish kisses Agnes leaves; squirming ever so slightly to try and fall back asleep.
Agnes however, is relentless.
She continues to kiss up to Rookie’s ear until she ever so gently bites on her earlobe. She can taste the slight metallic tang of her partner’s earring before she unlatches her teeth to move her lips downwards to where they had been just a second ago. This time, Agnes continues to move her mouth down.
Rookie instantly feels the heat rush between her legs; a warmth that spreads like wildfire and she wonders if Agnes is aware of this. She must be; the woman had done it on purpose just to rile her up and out of sleep.
Agnes had been too tired last night to do much of anything, especially what she had promised Rookie on the car ride out here,
“You keep asking me to put a baby in you so, you just may get your wish this weekend…”
The second Rookie tries to turn the other way, the arm slung over her becomes a tighter hug; a tighter grip. She can hear the slick almost zipper sound of the sleeping bags swish as Agnes fully pushes herself up so she can get on top of Rookie.
Rookie can no longer pretend to be asleep.
Eyes wide open and looking up at the detective, she almost loses her breath in her throat.
Agnes above her with her hair daring to fall out from its weak ponytail; loose ends untucked from behind her ears. Nothing on but her boxer shorts and that determined look written all over her face that Rookie always feels a weakness in her knees whenever she catches it.
Agnes isn’t going to let her get away easily.
“‘Morning, Detective…you’re up early,”
Rookie plays sweet as she brings her arms up to rake over Agnes’ forearms; the toned muscles feel so good under her finger tips she almost moans just from that.
Agnes licks her lips in desperation, in a hunger and laughs under her breath.
It sends shivers down Rookie’s spine and she knows right then and there that she’s in for it.
“I’m up early because of you.”
Agnes’ words fall in another laugh; a little darker this time and Rookie responds with a buck of her hips upwards. She knows exactly what Agnes wants so why not give it to her? Why not serve herself up on a silver platter before Agnes could stake her claim first?
Why not tease out the woman who thinks she’s in charge of this situation; remind her who really has the control?
The sleeping bags are pushed away roughly as Agnes moves with record speed to get any and all obstacles out of her way. Rookie is in a tank top and shorts and Agnes does nothing but grunt at them before her hands come down.
She pushes up Rookie’s tank top in the roughest way imaginable; not even wanting to take it off fully. The need to expose her girlfriend so she can have the visual of her naked breasts are enough for Agnes to get herself off and by the look on the detective’s face, it’s already working.
The crease between her eyebrows, which Rookie loves to kiss so much, is already deep and formed as her hands move further down to roughly grab hold of Rookie’s shorts to pull them roughly downwards. They snag at the curve of her ass but quickly give way and the younger woman hears the hitch in Agnes’ breath.
Rookie moans and that flips another switch in Agnes.
That strong yet gentle left hand of Agnes’ moves down to roughly cup the space between Rookie’s legs. The younger woman whines and chokes back a sob as she can feel the heat from Agnes’ palm against her skin and the instant need for friction. She rolls her hips without much luck and bites her lip and doesn’t care at that moment if she looks and sounds and feels too desperate.
She knows there’s already a streak of slick left behind on Agnes’ palm.
That same hand pulls away only for Agnes to shove it into her boxers; palm flat as she cups herself. She uses the slick left behind from her girlfriend to wet herself which she didn’t need much help with at all.
She just wanted to watch Rookie’s face crumble by the mere action of it.
“Fuck me. Right now,”
Is all that Rookie can push through her teeth and lips. Her mouth stays slightly open as she watches Agnes rub at herself; the motion makes her boxers tent and then deflate over and over again until Agnes decides it’s time to move on.
Her left hand comes out and Rookie can see the sheen on her fingers. Her mouth waters and all she wants in that split second is for Agnes to shove her fingers into her mouth and let her suck her off. Both of them off. Rookie was on those fingers, too.
Agnes however, pushes down her boxers until they bunch at her knees. She lifts one leg and then the other to kick them off somewhere in the tent. Her clothing is the least of her concern as she crawls towards Rookie to close the gap between them.
It feels like what Rookie sees before her moves in slow motion as Agnes’ eyes never leave her own; those icy blues holding on like a goddamn vice as she bows her head along with her body until the detective is basically flat to the ground of the tent. That swishy sound fills Rookie’s ears again as she sinks into the sleeping bag below her and against the pillow behind her head.
Rookie’s knees bend with her feet flat on the ground, creating a valley with her knees as two hills. It’s a landscape Agnes loves; can’t get enough of. It’s a place where she can roam to her heart's content. Rookie makes out the crown of Agnes’ head between her legs and the quick pink colour as her tongue darts past her lips to make contact with Rookie’s clit.
Agnes moans low and long and hopes the vibrations meet Rookie’s warm skin as she pushes her tongue a little harder and moves her face a little deeper. The detective inhales deeply as she draws slow circles around Rookie’s throbbing clit. She can feel it grow against the tip of her tongue.
“Oh…ohmyfuckinggod…Agnes…”
Rookie hisses through her clenched teeth as her hands shoot down to grab Agnes’ head; rake her fingers through her hair and pull. She doesn’t care if she’s bucking her hips up now and fucking her partner’s face, she needs Agnes more than anything in the world.
The older woman moves with experience and skill; not missing anything and never forgetting that she’s meant to give Rookie pleasure as much as she herself is receiving it. She wants this moment to be for Rookie so she can reach back into her mind, back to the woods and in their tent in the early morning hours where the sun almost burns through the roof of the tent to make their naked skin glow unnatural colours.
She wants this imprinted in her beautiful, smart mind. She wants Rookie to hold this like a snapshot; call back the feeling of her nerve endings screaming for the sweet release that only Agnes can give her.
The shift is slow as Agnes drags her tongue down; sliding in between Rookie’s folds as she gets a better taste of her girlfriend. The legs that make up the hills of Rookie’s landscape move inward as they push against the side of Agnes’ head.
Agnes’ only right move is to slip her tongue inside to do what Rookie asked, even begged for.
Summary: Just a soft and sweet, connection-filled sex screenshot of Agnes and Rookie.
Word count: 1.2k
Pairings: Detective Agnes O'Connor x Rookie
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Warnings: Pet names, praise kink, cupping, vaginal fingering, swearing, sex toys
Music inspo: Want What You Got - The Beaches, Discovery Channel - Hayley Williams, One Last Breath - Creed, Moody - Royel Otis, Fake Plastic Trees - Radiohead, Easy Lover - Philip Bailey, Big Empty - Stone Temple Pilots, Rotten Apple - Alice in Chains, Nutshell - Alice in Chains
A/N: 'Rookie' Hale is @jeridandridge and I's shared OC
Rookie’s fingers chase Agnes’ skin as the older woman tries her best to squirm and twist away. She’s too sensitive and overstimulated but she can’t complain about it at all.
She had asked for this; merely begged to have it coming to her.
The expansion is broad against Agnes’ skin as she feels Rookie’s fingers and nails move closer; span wider as they explore a terrain they know by heart.
Rookie has come very quickly to know every single inch of Agnes.
The detective sighs as she pushes her body further against the bed; her face half-hidden by her pillow. She can smell her own shampoo lingering on the pillow case as her nose is pressed deeper into the softness.
Rookie spares no form of mercy this time.
Her hands move down the curve of Agnes’ lower back to that perfect dip just before the round of her ass. Rookie loves to see her partner this way; completely at her mercy.
Underneath her.
Practically begging.
Rookie sits up a little higher as she turns her wrist to properly grab and grope and squeeze at Agnes’ butt; the muscle underneath that softness Agnes tries so hard to deny.
Of course Agnes O’Connor was soft. How else would she have survived?
“There you go, Baby…just sink into me…I got you,”
Rookie whispers as she moves her hand to make tiny circles over Agnes’ skin; massaging the tender muscle and flesh. She doesn’t want to scare off the detective just yet.
Rookie’s soft cooing is met with a whine from Agnes that Rookie can barely hear; muffled by the pillow pressed at her mouth. Agnes has her eyes closed; the deep groove between her eyebrows evident in her mounting pleasure. Rookie is teasing, of course, but she knows she won’t be able to keep it up for much longer.
They both won’t.
Agnes pushes her lower back towards Rookie, wanting her partner to touch her more. Feel her more. She wants her body to mold into Rookie’s hands like a glove that’s a perfect fit. She wants to be Rookie’s perfect fit without hesitation.
“You’re such a good boy, aren’t you? So…helpful…”
Rookie’s words drag nice and slow and soft from her lips as she holds Agnes in her hands as the older woman puts her full weight backwards. She’s basically sitting in the palm of Rookie’s hands and if she wasn’t so fucking horny, she would have laughed into her pillow.
Instead, Agnes is begging under her breath. A chain of pleasepleaseplease falls from her lips as she fights her eyes from rolling backwards. She feels the wetness between her legs and the dull ache deep inside of herself.
She’s simply waiting to be filled.
“Oh, Agnes…you know I can’t hear you like that…turn your head for me, Baby. I want to hear you beg.”
Rookie’s hands drop lower until they’re in between Agnes’ legs. She widens them without much effort as Agnes basically moves them for her.
Those sure and steady hands move inwards until Rookie’s right is cupping Agnes’ crotch while the other pulls back. She wants to feel that connection that Agnes swears up and down she can feel when her own strap is snug around her hips and her cock is erect and waiting. The same hand and fingers that maneuvered over Agnes’ body now stroke the soft silicone as Rookie lets her imagination run wild.
She shuffles closer towards Agnes’ body without mention of doing so.
It’s then that Agnes finally turns her face and lifts her head so she can peer over her shoulder at Rookie. She can’t see where her left hand had gone but she knows the position far too well. How many times had it been her on her knees with Rookie’s ass up in the air just waiting for Agnes to make her move?
Rookie’s right hand is met with Agnes’ left as she cups her palm over Rookie’s. She can feel her own body heat and the softness of her own pubic hair against her finger tips and very slowly, Rookie’s hand pulls away and leaves Agnes’ behind on her own body.
“Touch yourself,” Rookie commands.
Agnes’ middle and pointer finger stay out as her other fingers coil back to her palm. She obeys as they start to move up and down ever so slowly; rubbing away at her clit and dragging through her wet folds.
Rookie watches her partner in awe as she does what she's told. Of course there wouldn’t be any push-back from Agnes, she needed to feel relief one way or the other and being allowed to do so, even if it wasn’t Rookie giving it to her at first, was a blessing.
The silicone in Rookie’s hand feels heavy and full of promise as she keeps her eyes glued on Agnes’ now wet fingers. Mesmerized by the back and forth motion; up and down as she touches herself just the way she likes it.
Rookie knows she has to act fast.
“Stop,”
Is all she gives Agnes; the only warning she needs to give the detective.
A pitiful whine falls from Agnes’ mouth and Rookie only wishes she was close enough to kiss her. Agnes’ hand slowly falls away from her body; fingers curled and wet. Her thighs shake ever so slightly as she holds herself up in the same position. Rookie knows Agnes is clenching around nothing; wishing she had her inside of herself.
It would be cruel to not grant her that after all this teasing.
Both women shift ever so slightly; Agnes pushing backwards while Rookie falls forwards. They’ve been here before in this angle; in this position. Rookie doesn’t need to tease any further; Agnes’ body is already ready and willing to take her. The detective feels the tip of Rookie’s toy brush against her hot skin and a hiss pushes through her clenched teeth as her face falls to the pillow once again.
Every action is slow and thoughtful; a rhythm that they both have fallen into over and over again. There are no surprises or wrong moves. Everything moves as it should as Agnes feels herself, her body, taking Rookie with ease.
Rookie’s hands connect with Agnes’ hips like a magnetic pull; so easy to find. She pulls Agnes’ body back and watches the toy between her legs disappear in one solid motion. Rookie lets out a long exhale as her gaze remains laser focused on Agnes and her body. The curve of her back, the muscles that tighten in her legs. Her messy ponytail laid over her shoulder as she pressed her face deeper into her pillow. The curve of her nose that Rookie can just barely see. Nostrils flaring as she tries her hardest not to fall over the edge.
They move together in this push and pull; an equal give and take. Rookie allows Agnes to take what she needs while she gives all that she has to her partner.
For someone who had never asked for much in her life, the least Rookie can do for Agnes is to give without condition.
Agnes wills everything in her body, in her muscles and tendons to lift her head once more to look over her shoulder. Her eyes find Rookie’s and the sudden connection, the knowing of being seen causes the detective to moan low and deep into her pleasure. She knows she can’t hide the desire that wells up inside; things she has always been too timid to ask for despite her strong nature.
The detective sinks deeper into acceptance.
Rookie fills more and more and more with nothing but love.
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