Grace Ashcroft x Reader
Synopsis: Grace comes home from a long night at the office, and takes a cold shower, only to get warmed up by you.
W.C.: 1,900
CW: No use of y/n. Reader POV. Grace is a lesbian, your honor. Established relationship. NSFW/smut.
You never imagined yourself as a parent, but when Grace brought Emily home, you already knew you’d do anything to make her happy, including bringing Emily into your life and into your heart. Honestly, you wonder if Grace even saw herself raising a kid. A daughter. Since the loss of her own mother Grace still prefers a world that’s small and neat and a little easier to wrap her arms around.
Or at least she did. Since coming back from that awful field mission she’d changed in all these barely perceptible ways. You saw something in her eyes that had only been suggested before – the bravery that you knew she had, but never really owned until now. Didn’t have to. You already loved her so much, it was a shock to find how much more your feelings could grow.
Somethings hadn’t really changed, though. You had already put Emily to bed and were tucked into your own waiting for Grace to come home from another late night at the office. FBI agents were notorious night owls. You were just losing your battle to stay awake when you hear the front door of your apartment open. Soft, careful steps make their way to your bedroom. You left the bedside lamp on, another change since the mission; sleeping in the dark might make a comeback one day, but lately Grace doesn’t really relax if she can’t see whats in the corners.
You expect her to crawl into bed, but instead she heads right for the bathroom and you hear the shower start to run. Must’ve been a long day, if she’s adding any extra time before crawling into your arms. Your favorite place for her to be. Well, one of them.
When the bathroom door opens a short while later, shes dried off and in one of her big t-shirts.
“Hey, babe,” you manage to croak out sleepily while reaching for her, eyes still closed.
“Y-you’re awake?” she sputters out.
“Hm, sort of?” you mumble.
Grace had stopped just short of the bed and you finally open your eyes. She is staring down at you with a shy-no? Embarrassed look. You start to sit up.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” she starts.
“You didn’t hon, I wasn’t out,” You reach out again, and she nervously reaches back when-
“WHOA!” you gasp. Her hands were icy. “Did you? Take a COLD shower?”
Grace can’t quite meet your eyes.
“Everything okay?” You ask, lowering your voice and holding her hand a little tighter. She’s so consistent, so reliable. You start to think of all the things that might have happened at work for her to break routine like this.
“Y-yeah I just. Well. I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she starts slowly, eyes making their way to yours again.
“Oh?” you answer, asking her to continue.
“A-and then when I saw you were asleep I … I didn’t want to wake you.”
Oh.
“Come here,” you say, tugging on the freezing hand she had offered you. Grace puts one knee on your bed, and hesitantly follows with the other.
“I’m….we don’t have to,” she starts.
“Come here,” you repeat.
She crawls over to you and you finally embrace your girlfriend. Cool radiates off of her, but you hear a little exhale as she finally relaxes. Feel her chest move against yours.
“Should we warm you up?” you say into her ear. Her face burrows a little deeper in your shoulder.
“Its okay, th-this is fine.” she mumbles into your shirt.
One of your hands moves up to the nape of her neck, fingers intertwining with her soft hair, still a little damp at the edges. Your other hand slowly moves down her back as your pointer finger makes circles on her spine.
“We can probably do better than ‘fine’,” you whisper in her ear and then slowly take her ear lobe in your mouth, tongue nudging where you know shes ticklish. You immediately feel her tense and puff some air in protest.
“Hey!”
“Want me to stop?”
“You know I don’t,” she huffs. Sometimes it took some prodding, but at least you knew she’d be honest.
The hand that you threaded through her hair tugs a little at the nape of her neck to angle her face. You work slow, methodical kisses along her jaw while your other hand moves from her back to her hip. Moving under her shirt, your thumb runs over her hip bone as she arches into you and you slip your leg between hers. You feel the tension in her unwind step by step. Her shoulders lower. The hard set jaw slowly opens to let out a happy exhale. Her eyes close, finally able to turn off some of the left over work noise rattling around in her mind.
Grace’s job is saving the world, your job is making sure she doesn’t have time to think about work when you’re together.
Your tongue and lips work languidly down her throat, the vibrations of her moans thrum pleasantly as you go. She arches her head back as her hands move down your front to settle on your stomach- first splayed, then tight coils gripping your shirt with a sharp inhale as your mouth finds the edge of her collar bone. Both of your breathing speeds up, and you take her hands in your right hand and guide them up, while tugging her shirt off her with your left.
You’ve been together long enough that some of this feels like a dance you’ve been practicing; she leans a bit to help the shirt slide off and leaves her hands draped back over your shoulders where she knows you like them.
The thin cotton of her underwear is soaked, and you can feel her pulse hot and steady through it. You adjust your thigh to drag steady and painfully slow along where you connect, winning a frustrated sound from Grace as she leans into the movement.
“You feel good babe,” you whisper as her eyes flutter open and look at you. You touch her forehead with yours, and she starts to move her hips back and forth while you press your lips to hers. The friction from the fabric means there’s a lagging tug, and she slows down on the press into you, where it pulls in just the right spot. Her mouth opens and your tongue finds hers, messy and unfocused. Her hands holding you closer as she builds up speed. Your thumb starts rubbing her nipple and you feel the steady rhythm of her pace against you; her soft breathy sounds start to become barely contained moans.
Just as her grip tightens on you, you quickly withdraw your leg and roll her under you. Her hands go to her face, a flushing red down her chest now, as her quick breaths become a frustrated whine that lets you know you pulled the breaks just in time.
“M-mean,” she mumbles behind her hands.
“What was that?” you say, hearing your own smile in your tone.
She moves her hands from her face, a little sweat dampening the edge of her hair. You brush a fallen strand back behind her ear.
“That was mean,” she repeats looking at you through hazy eyes.
“You want it to be over already?” you answer, kissing her cheek, “I thought we were just getting started,”. She leans into your kiss letting you know forgiveness might be on the table. Well, at least you planned to earn it.
You plant a light kiss on her mouth then say, “Lift your hips,” and she cooperates, as you toss her panties to the side. A kiss right on her chest. A kiss right between her ribs. You scoot lower so you can wrap your arms around her, one holding her thigh, the other right on her stomach. A kiss on her thigh, as your thumb just grazes over her center and you hear the sharp, “tsk” you were hoping for.
“Seems like we’ll have to take our time,” you hum, kissing just above where you knew she actually wanted you.
“I’ve waited all day,” she whines, as you kiss to the left of her opening, a little longer this time.
“Oh, is this what FBI agents think about over 9AM coffee and reports? Or just Grace?”
But before she could answer, you put your tongue to work. A flat soft motion right up her center; you hold her in place as she bucks from it. Her hands find the top of your head. You go in more deeply, exploring her creases, taking your time. The taste of her coats your mouth. You spell her name. Spell your name. Each stroke of your tongue she lets out a small moan, adding gas on the fire.
Between strokes you use the tip of your tongue to give her clit some much need attention. Your mouth is wet and its hard to tell how much is you and how much is her, but you like it when the lines between you blur like this. You adjust to gently suck on her clit, and you take your finger to her entrance and circle just the edges, her slick coating you. She moves into your touch.
You blink up to look at her face to find her already looking at you, a bead of sweat making its down her face. She looks hungry, unfocused. You keep your eyes locked as the first finger goes in, and her eyelids slam shut as she groans. You pull out slowly, tracing her walls inside before slamming back in. Her head rolls back and she starts to grind into your hand, and then your mouth finds her clit again as you add the second finger. Her breathing hitches. As you keep pumping your hand you feel yourself go a little deeper until you hit the spot you’re looking for and then her thighs tighten around your face. Her hand on your head starts to grip your hair and push your face into her, as you maintain a relentless pace.
“Babe, I’m-” she squeaks out. You keep pumping faster, until she starts to shudder around your hands and your face, but you don’t stop. You make sure to fuck her through it and her back arches off the bed, ragged breaths escaping her. You don’t stop until she comes all the way down and only after you hear the, “whoa, whoa!” do you swap back to slowly kiss her thighs. This time you leave a wet trail on her legs, a mix of the two of you.
“Fuck,” she exhales, tugging you up to meet her. She kisses you, the taste of her still lingering. A slow, tired kiss, all the frantic energy of a moment ago already gone. You tangle together, putting your leg back between hers. She’s still hot and wet, but you like to fall asleep like this, no separation between you. Arms wrapped around one another, fronts pressed together, her head just under yours, curled into the crook of your neck. You smell the sweet scent of her hair, your favorite thing to drift off to.
“Grace?” you mumble into her hair.
“Mm?” she manages, exhaustion starting to win out.
“I wasn’t asleep, but I want you to wake me even if I am.”
“Mm-hmm”
“Or we can always shower together.”
“Cold shower together?” she smirks into your chest.
