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Rating: E; relationship: Rosa Diaz/Gina Linetti (Dianetti); genre: F/F smut. No archive warnings apply. Further detail & preview under the cut.
Summary: Gina teaches Rosa to accept praise.
“I can take a compliment,” Rosa insisted stubbornly.
“Then take it,” Gina said simply. “Let me tell you how hot you are and don’t say anything back. Here—”
She had a sudden inspiration.
“This could help,” she said, grabbing the hem of her top and pulling it up over her head in one smooth motion, then deftly twisting it into a thick rope. “What do you say? Or do you want to say anything?”
Content includes: primary anorgasma, anorgasmic Rosa Diaz, ambiguously anorgasmic Gina Linetti, sex without orgasm, makeshift gag, mild domination/submission, oral sex, manual sex. Arguably also praise kink, but it's more about the gag than the praise.
This is not a 'curing anorgasmia' story, nor is anorgasmia a plot point; it's just a reality that they've both learned to navigate, and it doesn't prevent them from greatly enjoying themselves.
I based Rosa's experience of anorgasmia on my own. If you have any questions about anorgasmia, I would be happy to answer them.
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Rosa’s eyes drifted shut happily when Gina’s nails ran over her scalp.
“I love your hair,” Gina remarked. “Gorgeous. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you on a bad hair day, and I do not say that about people unless I really mean it. Even when it’s all messed up, it just makes you look like a sexy lioness in a leather jacket.” She smirked. “And speaking of the leather jacket…”
Rosa opened her eyes and followed Gina’s gaze down to the jacket in question.
“Every time I see you in this, it makes me want to see you naked,” Gina said. “And I can just hear you now: ‘But Gina, you see me in this every day!’”
Rosa raised an eyebrow.
“Exactly, kittycat,” Gina said. “That’s because I want to see you naked every. Damn. Day.” She tilted her head and toyed with the collar of the jacket. “And then maybe naked except for the jacket,” she added, smirking, “you know, nothing but the jacket, just to mix it up a little bit. Could be fun, right?”
Rosa nodded enthusiastically. We can do that now, she wanted to say, but she didn’t want to break the spell. Instead, she decided to undress; it felt strange at first, like she was breaking a rule, but Gina hadn’t restrained her or told her to stay still, so why not? She was still getting her shoulders out when Gina reached inside the jacket and put her hands on Rosa’s waist—not stopping her, but not helping, either; Rosa paused.
“No, don’t stop on my account,” Gina crooned. “I just wanted to feel ya. That alright?”
Rosa nodded hurriedly. Gina grinned.
“I could take it off you if that’s easier, though,” Gina added. Rosa paused, then nodded again, a gleam of excitement in her eyes. Gina chuckled. “You want me to keep touchin’ you, I can do that, too,” Gina said as she pulled the jacket off. Rosa was worried that Gina wouldn’t see her nodding, since she was busy stroking the leather admiringly before setting the jacket aside, so Rosa kept nodding enthusiastically until Gina confirmed that she understood. This came in the form of a throaty laugh and a wicked smile. “Is that what you want, babygirl? For me to rock your world?”
She leaned in close until her forehead was pressed against Rosa’s. Her breath would be tickling Rosa’s lips at this distance if not for the fabric stuffed into her mouth. Rosa was no longer blushing, at least not visibly, because her blood had redirected. She could feel her clit stirring, a sensation that always brought to mind an incredibly cliche image of a flower blossoming inside her. (This was something she had very deliberately neglected to mention to Gina in the past, because she was 100% certain Gina would make some kind of rose/Rosa pun and she was only 35% certain she could laugh that off without ruining the mood.) So far, she had mostly tried not to ‘speak’ through the gag, but she was absolutely determined that Gina should know the answer to this question as clearly as possible. Vigorous nodding, affirmative moans, a look in her eyes that she hoped would read as pleading…very few living human beings would ever have the privilege of watching Rosa plead, but for Gina, it was quickly becoming a familiar sight.
