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intheheartTitle: For Now
Rating: NC-17: explicit sex.
Summary: Gina and Vanessa.
Date: August 2009
Notes: Companion to Tomorrow.
The music pounded through the bricks behind her, and somewhere to her right a cab honked. Gina couldn't actually see the road from this alcove in the alley but she could hear it, and the emergency exit from the club was just to her left, and Vanessa's hand was between her thighs and none of that mattered except to send a hot flush over her chest and cheeks and a faint warning sounding in her head.
She gave it voice. "What if we get caught?" she asked, edging away from the hand.
"Who cares?" Vanessa demanded, and shoved her back against the brick, hand going right back up her thigh. "Like they'd arrest two hot girls going at it." She grinned, sharply, and thrust her hips against Gina's. "You want to."
"No, I don't," Gina said, because it was expected of her, but she did want it, wanted to feel hot and sexy and dirty.
"Yes you do," Vanessa said, still on script. "You want to get caught. You nasty girl." Her fingers found their way past the edge of Gina's panties and thrust sharply; Gina gasped, and Vanessa laughed. "You're so wet, goddamn. I bet you want me to fuck you into the wall right here."
Gina's head was spinning and she knew that she'd regret this tomorrow but she couldn't help it, she did want it. Now, now, now. Even as Vanessa jerked up her skirt and shoved her against the wall and the bricks ground into her ass and scraped up her back. Even when she threw her head back, making little animal noises and mewls, and smacked herself a good one on the wall, and Vanessa kept right on going, didn't even stop. Even-- especially-- when she came, screaming against the pressure on her clit and the pain in her back and the one trembling leg she balanced on.
Because Vanessa was right. The shame wouldn't come until tomorrow.
For now, for tonight, she wanted it.
Rating: NC-17: explicit sex.
Summary: Gina and Vanessa.
Date: August 2009
Notes: Companion to Tomorrow.
The music pounded through the bricks behind her, and somewhere to her right a cab honked. Gina couldn't actually see the road from this alcove in the alley but she could hear it, and the emergency exit from the club was just to her left, and Vanessa's hand was between her thighs and none of that mattered except to send a hot flush over her chest and cheeks and a faint warning sounding in her head.
She gave it voice. "What if we get caught?" she asked, edging away from the hand.
"Who cares?" Vanessa demanded, and shoved her back against the brick, hand going right back up her thigh. "Like they'd arrest two hot girls going at it." She grinned, sharply, and thrust her hips against Gina's. "You want to."
"No, I don't," Gina said, because it was expected of her, but she did want it, wanted to feel hot and sexy and dirty.
"Yes you do," Vanessa said, still on script. "You want to get caught. You nasty girl." Her fingers found their way past the edge of Gina's panties and thrust sharply; Gina gasped, and Vanessa laughed. "You're so wet, goddamn. I bet you want me to fuck you into the wall right here."
Gina's head was spinning and she knew that she'd regret this tomorrow but she couldn't help it, she did want it. Now, now, now. Even as Vanessa jerked up her skirt and shoved her against the wall and the bricks ground into her ass and scraped up her back. Even when she threw her head back, making little animal noises and mewls, and smacked herself a good one on the wall, and Vanessa kept right on going, didn't even stop. Even-- especially-- when she came, screaming against the pressure on her clit and the pain in her back and the one trembling leg she balanced on.
Because Vanessa was right. The shame wouldn't come until tomorrow.
For now, for tonight, she wanted it.
