Love me some Terri/Dani...but would you ever write them older like CK era or something? I wanna see cute middle aged mom Dani and Silver Fox Terri.
Crackes knuckles and rolls neck.
Okay, we’re doing this.
Hmmm so maybe Dani is 40’s and recently divorced.
Her friends Amanda and Chozen take out a very reluctant Dani to celebrate - they never liked her now ex-husband Johnny.
“Fuck,” Dani whispers, turning away, trying to snake through the too thick crowd, hoping the older women has not spotted her, but luck is not on her side tonight.
But then, when was it ever? When Terri was involved.
An all too familiar hand wraps around her wrist - the all too familiar feeling settling low in her stomach that accompanies it - just like back then - and god it pisses her off.
Because it’s been decades. DECADES. Terri has no right to have this effect on her. Still.
“Dani,” Terri exclaims as she’s turned to face the older woman, no choice, given how Terri tightens her grip at the barest hint that Dani may try to pull away, and fuck, Dani’s stomach drops.
Terri is still drop dead gorgeous.
🌶️
“It’s good to see you,” Terri starts, that same intense stare, and Dani’s mouth is dry, and she knows it’s open slightly, she can’t help it, but thankfully, before anything else can be said, or happen, Terri’s attention is momentarily removed from Dani.
Someone bangs into them, and when Terri turns away, Dani seizures her opportunity, slipping away to the bar. She needs a drink.
A black card is laid down at the same time the drink is laid in front of her.
She grits her teeth but says nothing - does nothing. She’s old enough now to know to pick her battles, and she needs all her energy to face Terri anyway - not waste it on this.
“Thanks,” she says, taking her drink, and herself from the situation.
“Anytime,” she hears follow her through the thrum of the crowd.
“Who was that?”
“An ex?” Amanda asks. She’s known Dani long enough to know that if it is, it means trouble. Her ex’s are all a bit extra. Something about the smaller women brings out the crazies.
“No, not really …” Dani trails off, unsure herself.
What the hell was Terri to her anyway?!
Her awakening. There’s no denying that.
A something. A might have been. A could have been. A never should have been.
“Worse,” Dani adds.
They try to convince her to take someone home but she can’t - even if she wanted to she knows where her mind would wander - she knows she would already be disappointed.
It’s bad enough she touches herself as soon as she gets home, can’t get into her bed or her hand down into her fancy underwear fast enough. Amanda had found them in the back of the drawer, insisting she wear them, and Dani can feel how damp they are against the back of her hand as she desperately works her clit, coming as soon as she pictures Terri.
Fuck.
—————————
“It really was good to see you.”
Terri had the nerve to show up the next morning at her work.
Dani had grabbed her, pulling her into her office, even if she knew the gossip was already starting.
Terri, amused, had gone along with it.
She can smell the older women - that damn perfume she still wears, and something that is effortlessly and essentially just her.
A smell Dani would recognize anywhere.
Now they’re alone in her small office.
Fuck.
She steel herself, taking a deep breath, focusing.
Terri stands, like she owns the place, owns Dani’s time and space.
“It was ….”
Dani snorts now though.
“That shit won’t work on me now. I’m not the young stupid, girl I was when we first met.”
“You were never stupid,” Terri nearly barks at her and Danielle can’t help it, she takes a step back. Terri sighs. “I was.”
To say this is not what Dani was expecting to ever hear from the older woman would be an understatement.
“Coffee. My treat. Please, Dani.”
———————
She arrives, and she shouldn’t but that hurt part of her, that stupid naive girl who just wanted to…. Well, that part of her wants answers, wants an explanation.
That part of her hopes.
Dani gets what she is looking for, even if it’s not what she was expecting.
Terri’s brother and owing his life to John; the only reason he came home, even if all of him didn’t - not really.
How once the war was over, neither of them could save him.
The drug issues that followed Terri after finding her brother, his gun in his mouth.
Terri has refused, for nearly two decades now, to call it a problem.
The weird loyalty she felt to John by some kind of proxy.
At least she got to see him one last time; got to mourn him. Both of them: the brother she lost the minute he went over there and the one that came home, even if it was just physically.
Dani had no idea, at all, and against her better judgement she finds herself feeling something for Terri she never did - sorrow.
Pity.
Understanding.
She finds the anger thawing.
She finds that forgiveness comes easy, even if forgetting doesn’t.
She knows this is a slippery slope.
To give Terri anything.
To give her an in.
Because Terri will take a mile, given so much as an inch.
——————
A dress is delivered and a note to be ready for 7 sharp - a car would be waiting.
Just like old times.
Her fingers graze the silk of the dress as it lies on her bed, and it makes her feel ….. like she’s twenty again.
It’s a slippery slope.
Fuck it - she’s knows she’s already half way down anyway.
So long as she doesn’t hit bottom like before.
“You’ve filled out,” Terri remarks, hands stroking down a bare shoulder. “In all the right places,” warm breath in her ear as hands settle on her hips.
Sure but hesitant as they curl around her, clearly giving Dani an out - the ability to push them off and break free of her grasp - her all consuming embrace.
Dani doesn’t.
Giving her that mile.
“Still my perfect little handful,” Terri whispers into her ear, hands smoothing up to cup her chest, a warm hand slipping inside.
They both know she wasn’t wearing a bra, the dress designed that way, Terri staring at the stiff peaks of her nipples all through dinner.
“Terri,” she tries, head spinning. They shouldn’t. They can’t. There is bad ideas and then there is this. Why is she letting this happen ?!
“God, you’re soaked for me already,” and how did Terri’s hand get up her dress?
The slit was dangerously high.
She only wore the damn thing knowing she wouldn’t be wearing it in public - meeting the older woman at her home - she clearly wanted her all to herself.
Sure finger rub where Dani’s clit throbs, stiff against the extremely wet patch of her underwear.
Dani wraps a hand around Terri’s wrist, but doesn’ t stop her.
“Still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on, sweetheart,” the pet name slipping out. Dani has never let anyone else call her that.
Suddenly they’re on Terri’s bed.
She vaguely removers attaching her mouth to the older woman’s, wrapping her legs around her waist as she was picked up and carried through the house.
“You know what I like, sweetheart.”
Dani pulls her dress up around her waist, shimming up until her cunt is at the older woman’s face, pushing her panties to the side.
If you can even call them that. A barely there piece of red lace. They were also delivered with the dress.
And fuck, Terri is still good at this - too good - the best Dani has ever had - now that she has others to compare it against.
God, nothing - no one - can even come close.
It’s been so long since someone touched her how she needed too; handled her body with such confidence that Terri has no right to still have.
A hand grips the headboard, the other tangling in surprisingly silky silver hair as she grinds against Terri’s face, the older woman hooking her arms around her upper thighs, fingers digging into the soft inner parts of her thighs.
It’s embarrassingly quick how fast Dani comes on the older woman’s face, moaning, she is sure, like some high paid prostitute.
Terri smiles against her, giving a quick lick up her still twitching seam, her shaking thighs as she sucks a bruise into them now, to match her finger prints.
“Want to fuck you.”
She nips Dani’s bottom lip and Dani can taste herself in the woman’s mouth, licking inside greedily.
She rides the older woman, putting her on her back once Terri has the strap on, Terri allowing it, watching as Danielle swings a leg over, easily settling down, pinning the older woman’s hands above her head as she sinks down.
Terri allows that too, until the need to touch what is hers - what is on display - the strap of the dress having fallen down off a thin shoulder - small breast moving as he bounces on the older woman’s cock - becomes too much and she easily breaks free.
She knows Terri has a small vibe hidden in her strap and she grinds down harder, circling her hips, the older woman moaning, well manicure nails digging into Dani’s hips.
The older woman’s fingers dig bruises in them as she comes, Dani still working herself on the cock, feeling another orgasm within reach.
But she’s quickly flipped, her leg hiked high on Terri’s side as two thick fingers fuck into her easily, where the cock had just been filling her.
“Needed to see,” Terri growls. “Still so tight for me. Pussy like this needs to be paid more attention, sweetheart.”
A third quickly follows, a hand on her knee splaying her open for the older woman.
“You shouldn’t be this damn tight. You weren’t getting the attention you deserve, were you, baby girl,” Terri finishes, and okay, the decades melt away in that very instant and Dani comes, arching up. The violence of her orgasm seems to take even the older women by surprise, as Terri moves slightly with the sudden, strong movement of Dani’s body, her cunt clamping down on the fingers inside her at the same time and …. Did she just squirt? Terry’s hand is soaked.
“Hmmmm,” Terri says lazily, licking her hand completely clean, Dani under her, shaking with the aftershocks.
“Once my good little girl, always my good little girl.” She smirks. “Aren’t you?”
Terri lays her other hand on a soft, trembling tummy.
“Do you remember?!” Her voice pitching lower. “How to be my good little girl?” Terri tucks a strand of sweaty, shoulder length hair behind Dani’s ear.
She nods, her head heavy.
“So show me then, honey.”
What I taught you goes unsaid but Dani hears it all the same.
Spreading her legs, the older woman settles between them again, as she begins to rub against Dani, chasing her own now, even as Danielle whines from the over stimulation, she lets Terri use her.
“Good girl.”
The ma’am bubbles up, and is on the tip of her tongue, but she bites her lip until she feels skin tear and the metallic tang of blood.
“Oh the things I’m going to do to you. We have such time to make up for.”
A part of Dani feels disappointment.
Because she knows.
She is never coming back.
She is never going to find herself in this position again - under Terri - at her mercy.
This was just to see.
To scratch that itch.
To put this thing to bed.
For good.
…….
“Okay that is it. That is the last time.
This is a dangerous game - too dangerous.
Another invitation for dinner the next night.
She declines.
She told Terri she couldn’t after the older woman had asked as Dani dressed to leave - but the car still showed up at 7 sharp.
Dani shows up an hour late on principle.
On that same principle, but from Terri’s point of view, Dani ends up face down in god knows how high thread count sheets, Terri behind her fucking into her, not letting her touch her clit to come.
Not until she’s begging.
Dani bites her lip til she tastes blood but she gives in and gives the older woman what she wants.
Just like before.
She begs.
Terri’s good little girl.
Always.
Never more so than when she sinks to her knees for Terri as she steps out of the harness, bringing her cunt to Dani’s open and waiting mouth.
——————
It’s not perfect.
Dani’s temper and Terri’s ability to not press her buttons but mash them all at once without trying.
They fight.
They fuck.
They fight some more.
They fuck even more.
Maybe it’s all the same to them.
Penace and absolution all in one.
Maybe she’ll never truly learn.
Maybe Dani always liked it better when it hurt.
———————
Tonight, tonight they’re fighting.
“I don’t know why I even bothered to come here.”
“Yes you do,” Terri grabs her wrist, and on instinct she makes a move, which Terri easily counters.
They end up in the floor, Dani under Terri’s larger body.
Trapped between a rock and a head place.
She surges up to kiss the older woman - all teeth - all bite - all blood.
It’s Terri who gentles it, for once.
Normally she’s adding gas to the fire, walking through the devastation after.
But then again, Terri always seems to know when to give Dani what she needs, even if it’s not what she wants.
“Sweetheart, it doesn’t always need to be a fight.”
It takes the breath out of her.
Dani doesn’t know any other way.
Even after all these years.
No matter how she dressed herself up - no matter how many country clubs she joined - no matter how she tempted her jersey accent over the years - she knew what she was.
Even with her ex-husband.
She was always too rough around the edges - she was always just too much - and never what he truly wanted.
Everyone came away with blood on their hands from those edges when they tried to handle her - making it too hard to hold on.
Terri though, she never seemed to mind the blood.
Terri only tightened her grip - like she was afraid of losing Dani.
Like she was worth holding onto; worth the pain and the trouble.
Maybe Terri had been worth all the heartache and confusion.
Dani’s not confused now.
She gives in and for once, it doesn’t feel like giving up.
Being fucked by Terri is something she can handle, something she learned, but being made love to by her is like a force of nature - raw and powerful - pure and unyielding.
It doesn’t require thought. It just is.
Brown eyes stare into blue, Dani’s arms around her upper arm, sweat between them, the cool of the silk sheets and the moonlight falling over them.
Maybe she’ll always keep fighting but, Terri, Dani knows, will hold her down when she needs it.
