❛ your body was made for mine. ❜ for linda/8ug <3
Smut sentence starters | Your body was made for mine." - Linda/8ug8ear
She's woken up by a treacherous sun ray hitting her face. She tries rolling in the sofa bed, but it's no use. She can't go back to sleep. Eyes still closed, she knows where she is by the smell alone. Bea's place. Warm and quiet. Perfect to ease her throbbing headache. She remembers being at the bar, shift over, and taking a huff of Black Lace like she was invited to by some one-night friend. Then, nothing but vague memories. Her place felt empty, so she crashed at Bea's instead. She didn't come here just to sleep. She's naked. Her body hurting in all the right places. She laughs to herself, getting out of bed, and finally hearing that Bea's in the bathroom, washing off after that heated night.
"Morning,"Bea says first without looking at her when Linda enters the room.
"Hey," she replies in a broken voice.
She stops by the door, and looks at her output dreamily. She's seated in the bathtub, water up to her hips, and her perky nipples in plain sight. Linda's gaze lingers a moment.
"Gonna join, or are you just gonna stay there and watch?" Bea finally asks, a glimmer of mischief in her clear eyes.
"Depends, wanna put on a show?" she teases back, yet already comes closer.
Bea offers her hand to help her output climb into the tub and sit in front of her. She pressed her body flush to hers, head falling on her shoulder as she hums pleasantly. The water's barely warm. It's the feeling of Bea's skin that heats up her body, and her wandering hands caressing her all over. They end on her heavy chest, kneading at her breasts, nipples in between her fingers.
"Haven't had enough of me, huh?" Linda tries to sound smug, but her sentence ends in a mellow mew as her cyber hands roam her outputs legs.
"Of you? Never," she replies, leaning to pepper her neck with kisses that quickly turn into nips, "Not when you moan like that."
"Like you'd stop if I stayed quiet," she puffs, and bites her lips to stiffen her noises.
Her silence doesn't even last a minute. Bea's hand wanders lower, just above her mons, and Linda arches closer to her touch as she emits a soft whimper.
"Like you can stay quiet," Bea teases back into the shell of her ear, "Can't help but answer to every touch. Every word. It's like your body was made for mine."
"Fuck," Linda drags on, lying harder on Bea and continuing in a breathless whisper, "Don't say stuff like that."
"Don't like it?" Bea jokes, fingers going lower still.
"It's not- Don't make my heart race like that."
"Oh, so you do like it?" she keeps going, nibbling on her ear before adding, "Like when I say you're mine?"
"Bug!" she calls, metal nails digging into her flesh.
But her whimper doesn't stop her output from marking her skin with her teeth as her fingers tease her.