Always fashionably late to the party: I wish you would write a fic (a snippet, a crumb, a tease, im dying of thirst here water me mother i beg) where Dani and Espada hook up ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
uhhh you know I'm gonna do this in a heart beat bitch!!!!!! <3
spice under the CUT!!!!!! [don't mind any grammar or spelling errors LOL]
optional: everyone else go read the latest chapter update of [[UWBL]] for context LOL
[scenario: Danijela doesn’t go on the Hotel Paraiso mission and stays back at Libertad HQ]
Danijela didn’t know what to expect when Espada texted her, asking if she wanted to talk, as if talking about her ex’s impending assassination was worth speaking about. Danijela knew Espada had probably meant it as a friendly gesture. Camila Montero was not the type of person who seemed comfortable about talking about their emotions, let alone others, but Danijela appreciated the gesture and answered that yes, she would like to talk.
Clara and Juan had already left for Esperanza, which left Danijela to mull around Juan’s bunker, trying to ignore the previous night she had spent with Clara, and the insulting morning she had when Clara revealed she had no further intentions to continue whatever that was they had last night. Danijela tried to pretend that it didn’t hurt her too much, but it only resulted in her becoming more uncomfortable, as though she was shouldering all this pent-up stress in her shoulders and back.
“Danijela?”
Camila’s raspy voice filled the empty space of the bunker. Danijela peered as best she could down from the catwalk where she was bound to the couch.
“Up here!” Danijela shouted in response.
She tried to tidy herself up as much as she could, even if it was just to the extent of straightening her tank top and running her fingers quickly through her hair so it wasn’t so tangled. Danijela couldn’t quite place it but part of her wanted to look somewhat presentable. Camila had such a high level of confidence attached to her that sometimes Danijela looked at her in awe. It was much different from the way Clara carried herself. More…well, she didn’t want to say primal but it was the best word she could think of to describe it.
Camila came up the catwalk, holding a bottle of rum with her, not unlike something Juan would do.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” Danijela replied, her voice cracking.
Jesus Christ, get it together.
One corner of Espada’s lip rose into a crooked smile. She plopped down beside Danijela, as casual as though she were walking into her own home. Camila’s arm laced around the backrest of the couch and her legs were spread in the way one would expect a man to sit. But Camila did not abide by the gendered rules that traditional Yarans abided by. To some extent, Danijela felt she didn’t either.
“Brought you some of this.” Camila said handing over the bottle, “Thought it might help with the leg, and…well, you know…”
“Oh, I know all right.” Danijela sighed.
She popped the top of the bottle off and immediately chugged a third of the bottle. She wasn’t much of a fan of alcohol. She preferred tobacco as her preferred vice but the fuzzy warmth already filled her from the inside like a balloon. Camila’s hand rested on Danijela’s shoulder, squeezing reassuringly.
“I’m sorry for what you must be feeling right now.” Camila spoke softly.
Danijela looked over to thank Espada, but saw the woman’s face scrunch up as she squeezed Danijela’s shoulder.
“Cono, you made out of fucking rocks or something?”
Danijela laughed and tried rolling her shoulders. Everything felt so tight, her shoulders nearly hunched up to her ears.
“You try falling from a helicopter twice and see how you feel.”
“There’s no hope for you Libertad types.” Espada huffed, “You cannot fight like this. Your muscles need to breathe.”
Espada shifted her hand to the back of Danijela’s neck, beginning to knead it a bit. Danijela felt a warmth that she knew wasn’t from the alcohol, so she closed her eyes, unable to make eye contact with Espada while she was touching her because…well, it reminded her too much of last night.
“You thinking of something, or someone there?” Espada asked teasingly.
Danijela’s eyes shot open, “Huh?”
Espada began to laugh, “You didn’t hear that little gemir you just let out?”
Danijela’s stomach turned inside out as she began to stammer, “I- I-...”
“Don’t worry about it.” Espada waved it off, “I’ll take it as a compliment.”
Espada began to move her hands away and Danijela turned into her.
“Do you mind…” Danijela started before she could even finish her thought, “...do you mind just doing that a little more?”
Espada did not laugh at her request, in fact, she looked pretty intense, even as she smiled at Danijela as she nodded.
“Sure, is there anything you want me to focus on?”
Danijela stared wide-eyed, “I-uh, don’t know.” She began to laugh, “I’m so sore all over I don’t even know where to start.”
“Don’t worry Dani.” Espada grinned, “We can get to all the good spots.”
Danijela smiled nervously and took another chug of the rum feeling like she had just opened a door to something she wasn’t quite expecting.
“We’ll need a table.” Espada stated.
“Well, I don’t think there’s any shortage downstairs-, hey!”
Danijela felt her entire being lifted without any resistance or struggle on Espada’s part. They were downstairs faster than Danijela would have been able to throw herself off the catwalk. Espada stopped at a table that had the least amount of crap on it, sliding it off and then plopping Danijela on it like she was a doll. Danijela herself was no push-over but she had not expected the lean Espada to be such a powerhouse.
“You’ll need to strip down. Everything goes. You know if that loco Juan has any lotion around here?”
Danijela opened her mouth, trying to answer one thing at a time. Why did she have to take her clothes off, and why would she know where Juan kept his lotion stock?
“Nevermind,” Espada said quickly, “That guy looks like he would keep tubs of it around here somewhere.”
Espada left as quickly as it took Danijela to exhale. She wasn’t quite sure what the fuck was happening, but she felt it might be safer to just do as she was told. Danijela felt her heart consumed by increasing amounts of panic as she began to remove her clothing. She debated taking her underwear off but Espada had made it clear that everything had to come off, and Danijela was not about to be the one to disobey directions.
Because well, obviously.
Danijela rested down against the table face down. Espada’s footsteps drew near, her voice unaltered as she came across Danijela’s nued body.
“Let me know if the pressure is too much.” She said non-chalantly.
Danijela exhaled, her muscles tingling at the excitement of being unknotted instead of being tossed around like a ragdoll for once, “Please, as deep as you can go. I need it.”
Espada began to rub the lotion against Danijela’s skin, narrating her movement as she went.
“I’m going to start up here, and then,” she drew out her words, “I’m going to work my way down your sides.”
Danijela breathed deeply as her hands worked their way into creases of her body that would have been off-limits otherwise.
“Are you always this uptight?” Espada asked, “You’re not turning into princesa Libertad are you?”
Danijela grinned, “Shut up.”
Espada’s breathing was steady, but much like Danijela’s, it became heavier the longer her hands worked.
“Can I…work my hands towards your inner thigh?” Espada asked quietly.
Danijela had turned her head to rest on one side at this point, biting her lower lip before she answered.
“Yeah.”
“Why don’t you turn over.” Espada instructed.
Danijela complied, and Espada began to knead the top of Danijela’s thighs with her knuckles, then slid her palms slowly down her inner thighs. Danijela could feel her clit pulse each time Espada’s fingers brushed closer and closer.
“Do you want me to keep going?” Espada asked her, her breath close to a murmur.
Danijela nodded, and followed up with, “Yes.”
Espada began to rub her clit while her other hand rubbed circles along Danijela’s thigh. It wasn’t long before Espada was up on the table with her. She had only managed to pull her shirt off before pressing herself to Danijela, cupping her breats in her hands before running them down Danijela’s stomach. Danijela tilted her head back, Espada’s breath hot near her ear. They each inhaled and exalted deeply before Espada took Danijela’s nipple into her mouth. Danijela relished in the little moan that slipped out of Camila’s mouth.
Espada began to run her hand across Danijela’s hips, moving back down between her legs and slid inside.
“Mhmm,” she hummed. Danijela began to move against her as Camila began to thrust, tightening around her.
“You feel so good…” Espada murmured.
Espada continued to fuck her gently but urgently, making sure Danijela got every last bit of pleasure. Juan’s workshop had a cozy glow to it as Danijela’s eyes rolled back, her toes curling. When they finished, Espada was laid out atop of Danijela, and Danijela’s limbs hung loosely off the table.
“You Monteros are full of surprises…” Danijela said breathlessly.
Camila held her head up and smiled, “I have more up my sleeve if you want to see.”
Danijela watched her intently, trying to save this image to memory, to replace the one that was seared into her mind from last night.
“Don’t tease me Espada.”
Camila grinned as she lowered herself further and further down Danijela’s abdomen, taking her legs and putting them up on her shoulders as she nuzzled her face between Danijela’s legs.
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