Author: Elise Davidson PM
She hated her for making her want it this much. Lucy/Denise. Semi PWP.Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst/Romance - Denise M./Jo & Lucy B. - Words: 1,879 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 1 - Published: 02-19-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5761237
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Lucy looks confused and furious, face tense and emotional as she gets shoved to the wall.
"I really hate you," Denise hisses at her in a vehement tone that Lucy's never heard from her before, but there's not just venom there either. There's something else lining the surface, like the valance on a curtain rod.
It makes Lucy black out for a minute, remembering the curtains in her grandmother's house, and how the cat had jumped up there so easily, so Lucy had tried too, only to break her arm in the process.
"The least you could do is not drift out while I'm trying to make this go away," Denise snaps at her, and Lucy drifts back to the present where Denise has worked her hands beneath her top.
"I didn't—I don't—" Lucy tries, but bites her bottom lip when a pair of slender fingers slide up her side and ghost over her breast, nails rounding the underside and thumbs pressing against the ribs beneath them. "Do that again," she whispered, eyes going wide and trying to make eye contact.
"Don't look me in the eye, and I will," Denise muttered against her neck. "Now shut up."
Lucy started to say something indignantly, but whatever it was flew out of her mind as Denise wrapped one hand around her hip and the other finally closed over a breast, palm rubbing over the nipple achingly slow. She would've moaned too, if Denise hadn't suddenly covered her mouth in a kiss, tongue sweeping forward confidently and dominatingly, almost daring her to push back.
Denise could've killed her just as easily as kissed her at this point. She hadn't been able to get Lucy out of her head for weeks, and it was really starting to mess with the whole thing she was trying to accomplish with Drew. This would make it go away, this would fix it, and then she could go back to whatever it was she was trying to accomplish in the first place.
Her stomach nearly jumped into her throat when Lucy brought up a tentative hand to touch and sweep over her neck and collarbone, almost afraid to feel and explore.
Denise couldn't help the hiss that escaped her mouth when Lucy finally put a hand on her breast and she pushed into it. She wanted it too, god help her, and Denise kissed her harder, biting at her lip in punishment for making her want her this much.
"I hate you," Denise growled again flatly, slipping an open palm down Lucy's scrubs. Lucy jumped at the touch, raising wide, confused eyes again.
"What are you doing?" Lucy asked, hating how her voice sounded somewhat stupid to her own ears.
"You're really going to ask me that, aren't you," Denise muttered, dropping her forehead against Lucy's shoulder. "You know what, don't try to touch me and just let me do this so I can stop screwing up my business with Drew. You got it?"
Lucy nodded shakily, head falling to the wall behind her in the empty office. Storage boxes were being kept here until it became occupied, and she gripped a box for leverage to remain standing when Denise's fingers slipped across her underwear, ghosting and teasing and not nearly enough.
Frustration built in her when Denise batted one of her hands away and then tangled in her loose hair. Lucy tried again, only to receive a hard tug on her scalp. She started to open her mouth to protest when slender fingers slipped between her folds and brushed across her clit.
Lucy whimpered, mouth dropping open.
Denise smirked against her neck and began stroking slowly, feeling the heat and wetness between the younger girl's legs. She kissed her again just to get the pleasured look out of her eyesight, nibbling at her lip and sweeping a tongue against her teeth.
Lucy whined against her mouth, a groan twisting out of her throat along with it and she tangled a hand into Denise's ponytail, yanking until it fell loose.
Denise snarled at that. "I told you not to touch me."
Lucy swallowed hard, unsure if she could form a coherent sentence with Denise's fingers stroking her clit and teasing her entrance.
"I want to," she finally managed, voice hoarse and soaked with need.
Denise's response was to kiss her again, but she didn't yank at her hair when Lucy brought her other hand forward to brush against her breasts, touching the hot skin and drawing a shiver from her superior. She hitched Lucy against her, the breath knocking out of her lungs when the younger girl's hand grew more confident, and rolled a nipple between her fingers.
Denise groaned before she could stop it, hand pulling at Lucy's hair; she drank the whine that escaped from Lucy's mouth, and finally slipped a finger into her wet entrance, feeling Lucy shudder against her as her hips rode her hand.
"More," Lucy whispered against her mouth, eyes still wide and unsure as the hand at Denise's breast began drifting south.
"Don't talk to me about what you want," Denise grunted, the anger suddenly filtering back as she arched against Lucy's questing hand. Her voice was fucking breathless; she felt the frustration building again and she shoved another finger into the wetness, yanking Lucy's scrubs down so she could have more room to move.
Lucy keened against that as Denise dropped away to her knees for more angle. Denise kissed at the younger's hip, teeth scraping the angled bone and thumb sweeping across her clit.
Denise struggled down the hate and anger that pushed up, but it released through her hands as she screwed her with her fingers, shoving harder till Lucy was all but sobbing and begging for her to finish this because she couldn't take much more.
Lucy collapsed against the wall, unable to remain standing anymore. Denise yanked her to the floor, hand slipping away and making Lucy whine in protest as her shirt was stripped off and tossed to the side, along with her bra.
Denise lowered her mouth to a breast again, nipping and teasing. She raised her head and kissed Lucy again, and lowered her hand once more to fuck her in earnest.
Denise nearly jumped out of her skin once more as Lucy suddenly dipped a hand into her underwear and slid against her aching clit. She moaned against her mouth before she could stop it from escaping, arcing toward the hand and making her own ministrations pause.
"Don't stop," Lucy moaned into her mouth; she was the one who swept a tongue against Denise's mouth this time, and Denise shoved her back to the floor.
"Don't do that," Denise bit out sharply, her eyes suddenly uncertain and her hand shaking.
Lucy stared at her in a quick flash of concern, but lost the thought almost as soon as she'd grasped it, because Denise had started fucking her again with her hand, and all she could do now was ride it out, pushing and twisting against her hand until white stars burst behind her eyes, until the whole room fell away. She couldn't catch her breath, couldn't stop moving, only thrust her hips up harder to search for the fingers, the hand that had kept her on a taut string since they'd entered the room.
Denise bit at her neck, not caring if she left a mark this time around, because Lucy's hand had started moving again, albeit uncertainly. A mouth wrapped around her nipple, a hand was in her tangled hair and pulling, another hand rubbing over her clit flatly, making circles and figures that only the administrator of the movements knew.
Lucy was on top of her suddenly, eyes alit with sudden power and confidence.
Denise wanted to tell her how much she hated her at that moment, because she'd never felt this horny, wanted completion so badly, wanted to finish so much. It made her want to fuck her, kiss her till Lucy broke, till she didn't want her anymore.
It finally culminated, she finally reached her peak, biting back a moan and cry, not wanting to give Lucy the satisfaction.
When she'd finally come down from the high of finished arousal, Lucy was sitting next to her, hands shaking and her face terrified.
"Why—what—I don't get—" Lucy stuttered out before she fell into silence and began yanking her clothes back on with a red face.
Denise sat up, leaning against a stack of boxes and hating herself even more. "You suck," she finally decided on saying.
Lucy jumped at her voice. "I'll have you know I'm very good."
"Your college roommate tell you that?" Denise shot back, and tried not to laugh as Lucy began searching the room for her bra and scrubs top.
Lucy glared at her. "Why did you do this?" she finally managed out, yanking her scrubs top on and not worrying about her bra.
"Why not?" Denise settled for, and hated the flash of hurt that shot over Lucy's face. "You were here."
Lucy kneeled in front of her. "You wanted me and you know it."
Denise snorted. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."
"I will be sleeping just fine," Lucy said haughtily, pulling her cardigan on, fingers already twisting at the cuffs of her sleeves. "It's you who's going to be up at 2AM, you just see!" She slammed the door behind her.
Denise rolled her eyes and leaned with a sigh against the boxes again, feeling rather boneless and self-deprecating. She slowly felt the shaking desist, felt the high of orgasm leave her system, felt the hormones in her brain kick in and tell her to find her partner and form emotional attachments through touch.
Those were suppressed easily enough; she hated cuddling.
It wasn't until much later that evening, when Drew had come over and slept in the bed after sex that she curled around him and closed her eyes, only seeing Lucy in her mind. She groaned and got up, leaving Drew alone under the covers.
Denise yanked her robe on and headed down the dimly lit hallway of the dormitories, arms crossed irritably until she reached Lucy's room. She banged on the door without regard of the other sleeping students.
It was a few minutes before Lucy answered the door, bleary-eyed and smudged make-up. "Dr. Mahoney?"
"Shut up and don't talk." Denise entered the room swiftly, flicking out the light before she could see the horse posters and figurines that lined the room. She yanked Lucy into the bed and under the covers, slinging an arm over the younger girl's hip and sliding her arm under the pillow as Lucy stiffened against her. "And relax, will you?"
"Shut up and sleep."
Lucy finally relaxed and molded against Denise's chest with a grin. She loved being right more than horses.
And that was a lot.