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Title: Pet
₊˚୧ PAIRING: Grace Augustine x f!reader || Avatar ₊˚୧ CATEGORIES: fluff | smut | 18+ ₊˚୧ WARNING: a bit smutty at the end. soft smut ₊˚୧ HINT: some Grace things- ₊˚୧ WORD COUNT: 1.6k
Dr. Grace Augustine is quite a little older than you, and by a little, I mean, a lot. It's therefore expected that as you begin interacting, she'll take a motherly role when around you. It's reflexive how she does it; it's your younger, less experienced attitude that prompts something in her which leads toward her desire to keep you safe. That means less time spent around Jake, and definitely no time around that prick, Miles Quaritch. He's trouble, and the last thing Grace wants is to put you around him.
When you joined the lab, you found her quite cold and ironic, frightening even, but you quickly came to realise she was the least scary person in there. She would come check on you every now and then, her hand on your shoulder while she leaned over slightly to look over your shoulder at whatever you were working on at the time.
"How's it going, pet? Good? Yeah, I knew I was putting the samples in good hands with you."
And she'd rub your shoulders for a while, insisting that a few minutes' break to fix your posture wasn't going to be a catastrophe. Her thumbs would press meticulously against your tense muscles while she hit you with a series of less work-oriented questions. The kind of questions a concerned mother would fire at you after you've been in no contact for an entire day.
"Did you eat today?" "What was it you ate?" "How many hours of sleep did you get?" "Did you go for a walk, or did you sit in that lab chair endlessly?"
If the answer was not satisfactory, Grace would sigh and turn your chair, index going under your chin to raise your head and make you look at her. She wasn't angry, but neither was she pleased when you forgot to take care of yourself. Grace would remind you that although research was important, it was more important to keep the research well so she can keep researching.
"Have I made myself clear, dear?" "Quite clear," you'd reply apologetically. "No, no, quit that look, love. I won't have that. I know it's hard to smile around here, but give it your best."
She'd lean closer, hands holding your cheeks as she placed a kiss on your forehead, before softly pulling back and gazing tenderly in your eyes, almost to assure herself and you that everything was alright, that her scolding was only for your well-being.
"Another... Let's say another hour, at most, okay? And after that, I want to see you in bed. No longer than an hour. You got it? I'll be checking on you! And if I catch you still here, I won't be happy."
Then she'd pull away and ruffle your hair on her way out. She knew that no punishment would be quite the same as her own disappointment. It was early in your 'friendship' that she figured you were doing your best to make her proud, and that played both in your favour and demise. She'd praise you each time she got the chance, but there were also occasions when she was guilty of using this, but it was for your own good.
Then this friendship turned into something more. It was the kind of relation that had to be kept away from the men at the start, so neither Jake nor Norm was allowed to know. Not that they were perceptive enough or cared, so it wasn't tough to keep it a secret.
It all started one evening when Grace was pondering over Quaritch and how bold he was getting. It was worrisome, if not frightening, even. Perhaps you shared the sentiment after your last meeting with his department because that evening you showed up at her chambers. When you expressed that you felt the same way about the fate of the Navi, all Grace could really do was invite you to sit with her to try to comfort you.
Then those comforting, slow rubs of your shoulders and lower back turned into a hug, which developed into a cuddle. Grace assured you that it was fine to lie in her bed, and she joined you. The woman held you close to her side. Her arm wrapped around you to confer you the feeling of safety, the best she could.
"I know, dear. Ranger Rick's an asshole and half, but our best bet is hoping we can slow him down."
GRACE AS A PARTNER:
As a partner, Grace takes care of you as previously established. She would pepper that care with occasional scolds, though. She can only help you so much; sometimes you have to be a 'good girl' and take care of yourself, too.
If she sees you are in distress about work or about the Navi, she'd give you a forced break during which she'd comfort you to the best of her power. Usually, if that was out of the lab, out of the men's eyes, she'd comfort you with cuddles and kisses, since she knew how men could be. The last thing she needed was for those brutes to pick on you about your relation to her. Grace could put them in their place with a few words, but she didn't want to risk them upsetting you.
Her cuddles are motherly and loving. She likes to hold you against her side, with her arm around you, and her fingers splayed across your back, fingerpads caressing your skin until you would doze off against her. If you wanted, she'd allow you to get your head on her chest or stomach, although she would tease you about it.
"Careful, pet. Don't want me thinking you're staring at my cleavage."
And at your flushed reaction, her hand would go to your butt, giving it a gentle spank, almost as if to assure you of the fact that she was teasing you. She would knead the flesh in her hand to dull out the stinging of the spank.
There was also spooning; she likes to do it, but she is mainly the big spoon. It comes naturally to her that she'd be behind you with an arm draped around you and her lips by your ear. When cuddling you like this, she'd keep you snug against her while telling you stories by your ear, until you'd doze off or teasing you with funny comments about the men you both hated to make you chuckle.
"Yeah, and then I saw him in his boxers. I tell you! It's a disappointment; trust me. No wonder he's out to hunt down everything, he's envious even pebbles are larger here than his..."
When it comes to kissing, it usually starts soft with pecks of her lips on yours and her palm warm against your cheek while she whispers praises between each kiss. Then the kisses would gain depth, her head would tilt slightly against yours, and she'd be hungrier with them, but patient, taking her time to taste you properly. Her tongue would trace over your lips after you had to break away to breathe, and then she'd compliment you again, hushed whispers against your lips.
"You are doing so well, you know that, right? You make me so proud of you.""Ever since you joined us here, I can finally have someone to talk to, someone who understands me.""You are so good for me, you remind me every day what a good choice I made when I let you join us here.""In this whole shithole, you know what my anchor is? You are, pet. I see myself in you."
GRACE NSFW:
When it comes to intercourse, Grace remains the mother figure, always so keen to bring you to pleasure first, and multiple times, to edge you and overstimulate you because, unlike most men, she did know every pleasurable spot a woman had. She knew how to kiss and fondle your breasts, how to kiss along your stomach, how to knead the flesh of your thighs. Grace didn't need to study to know by heart how to make you cum against her tongue, how she'd have to circle your clit with it, how to prod her fingers against your cunt, only to push them inside of you and find the right pace.
She wasn't ever rushing lovemaking; to her, this experience needed to be not only lustful. No, it was beyond that. She wanted the connection that comes with it.
Most often, when she'd pleasure you, it was in her chambers, with you on your back, comfortable while she went between your legs. Sometimes it would happen while cuddling that her hand would slide boldly down across your thigh. She'd hush you softly and kiss alongside your nape while making your body shudder in pleasure in her arms.
Other times, she'd have you on your fours, kissing down from your nape, along your spine, along your buttcheeks, thighs, feeling your hips and breasts before she'd carefully spread you open and have you sit on her face so she could eat you out while you rode her face.
When it came to her own enjoyment, she was not picky as long as you allowed her to kiss you plenty beforehand. She would also make sure to praise you when you were doing well for her. After all, she had a long time to gain experience with this, but you were so new to it, and every small victory when it came to pleasuring her had to be rewarded.
"That's right, pet. You are doing it right. I knew you were a quick learner.""Don't rush, love. Don't get ahead of yourself as a man would; take it easy. Steady wins the race, right?""Good girl, you are a good girl for me, Y/N, aren't you? I knew you'd be a good girl for me the second you joined us here."
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