Notes: For the Femslash_Today Valentine's Porn Battle. The prompt was latex.
02-14-07
"I—" Mia drags her mouth away from Grace's chest. Her spit shines down the curve of a tattoo; her lips taste like Grace, sweat and muskmelon. "Can't."
With her index finger, Grace pushes her back onto the bed so hard Mia bounces. She looms there, hair tangled on-end around her face like a messy halo. "Newsflash, baby girl: I'm invulnerable."
"I know, but—" Mia presses her hands against her eyes. All her training, all the meditation, patience and drills, it's almost out the window. She Kegel-clenches against the need, arches her back when Grace bites the undercurve of her left breast. "*Fuck*, I want—"
Biting her lip, Mia makes herself shut up. Her body's going to betray her again. She can't take anyone else down with her.
Grace rubs her knuckles over Mia's other nipple. Mia arches again before pulling away. "Sorry—"
"You think I don't come prepared?" Grace chides her. "Silly girl."
When Grace cups her crotch and tweaks her nipple, Mia writhes and gasps. "Never thought of you as a Girl Scout—"
Grace snaps on a glove. She's wiggling her fingers, smacking her lips. "Boy Scout, baby. Hotter uniforms."
Laughing hurts. Mia can't help it.
Winking, Grace dons the other glove. "C'mere—"
Mia struggles up. Grace kneels just out of reach, breasts high and full, her nipples dark as wine, bigger than Mia's *mouth*. The glove's cool, alien, on Mia's wrist when Grace pulls her up. She rocks to meet Mia's palm, rubbing her nipple.
"Closer." Grace's voice is husky, then *trilling* when Mia sucks hard on her nipple. Effortlessly, she pulls at Mia's knees until her ass is a good foot off the bed. She's nearly as strong as Superman, and, as she whispered in Mia's ear back at the party, *much* better hung. "Given the right toys—" She bit Mia's ear, slapped her ass. "—and I have the *best* toys."
Heat and wailing tension fan out through Mia, under her skin, deep in her bones.
"Spread 'em." Grace's voice is husky against Mia's thigh, her tongue quick down a scar. "Not gonna fall, blondie. Got you."
Mia opens up, shoulders pressed into the bed, legs over Grace's shoulders. Humming, Grace slips the saran wrap around Mia's waist, down her crotch, up her ass. Her fingers are nimble, pinching and plucking and soothing until Mia's giggling, moaning, trying to breathe.
"Wrapped up like candy." Grace grins when Mia catches her eye, before she ducks down, gloved hands squeezing, spreading, Mia's asscheeks. "Oh, *yeah*."
The plastic wrinkles and clings, heating up when Grace licks it, sliding over Mia like a second, sticky skin. Mia buries her hands in Grace's wild hair, snarls new knots as she pushes her hips up, her feet are flat on the bed. Grace's mouth sweeps up and down the plastic, biting lightly, sucking.
Such a long time, but Mia's body is her own now, forever. No betrayal, just layer on layer sweet heat that keeps spreading, tightening.
White light shoots up Mia's spine, out the back of her skull, tearing ragged curses as it goes. Grace laughs against her pussy, working one knuckle around Mia's asshole.
Grace's hands palm basketballs like apples; her fingers are long, ropy, strong. One works relentlessly into Mia, burning deep and right. When Grace twists her wrist and works her thumb against the entrance to Mia's pussy, Mia shouts and grabs at air.
Plastic and latex and Grace, so much inside and out. Mia bucks back, then forward into Grace's mouth, and again, over and over. Rocking hard, she's clenching tight enough to break bone.
But not Grace. Her tongue corkscrews over Mia's clit as her fingers fuck inside both holes, reaching, giving just as hard and fast as Mia wants it. As fast and hard as Mia is *coming*.
"Fuck, Jesus —" Mia's mouth opens to deep grunts, no words.
As Mia comes down, Grace runs the flat of her tongue slowly up and down Mia's pussy, smoothing out the plastic, chuckling.
The sound sets off M-80s across Mia's nerves. Whimpering, she rolls away.
"Nuh-uh." Grace hauls her back; her bare hands skim down Mia's sides, pet her everywhere.
When she grasps Mia's left wrist and licks the palm, Mia moans, opening her eyes to catch Grace's considering squint.
"Got nice little hands. Pretty."
"Um —?"
Grace sweeps Mia off and lands facedown on the bed, lifting her hard, round ass. "Snap on some gloves. Like to see how deep you can go, if your aim's true."