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It took a moment to piece together the odd choice of metaphor, but the diatribe was the easiest thing to connect it. "I feel you. But even in high school, they were going at it all the time. I know, I heard it." Sam laughs. "You get used to it. That dork has stayed pulling the most beautiful women, all with salsa stains on her Bruce Lee t-shirts. It's the Eighth Wonder." At Devin's entrance, the entertained smile simply swivels towards the door, her arm working the pestle into the bowl. "Quinn and Siren."
Under all the jostling, Meatball's eyes widen in small pulses with each erratic movement. All he wanted was to relax in his drool-stained place in her lap, and with a small grunt, he eventually slaps his paw over her thigh, glancing up at Robin in silent pleading.
Beatrix [2:54PM]: LOL
Beatrix [2:55PM]: It's okay, Quinn's still an option, babe 😘
"Wasn't she mad already?" Tek snorts, crunching shamelessly into the speaker. "Be careful, though, my sweet honeybun! You're a delicious snack and she's a grumpy bear rummaging through camp coolers. She might bite!" A light way to put it, but Robin's roasting powers turned to 11 when she was mad. Ego decimating. She'd witnessed it firsthand plenty of times, and when Aiden was around, it could scorched-earth the crops for generations.
Period, sis.
Sam laughs, albeit still confused, and shakes her head. Maybe it was just the product of living around Quinn for long enough, but she was not curious. It was easy to think otherwise at first, but Rebel was a gossipy little fiend. Obviously.
Sam's amusement only amplified as she trailed down the stairs after her; god damn, it was like they knew and got louder so she couldn't get away. Old houses weren't great for loud sex, who knew? She still wanted tea, though. Getting the kettle set to heat on the stove, she makes a pit stop to pluck a few leaves from her mint plant by the window, tossing it into the mortar and the mystery goo. It wasn't hard to hear the shady conversation outside, nor was it shocking. It made sense. Sam thought it was a bad idea to be tangling with roommates, but power to them. It seemed to be alright before now, at least.
The anguished screech coming from down the hall, though—and subsequent crescendo of pig squeals—gets her laughing all over again. Poor Robin, she was directly under both of their rooms. "You hanging in there?" Sam cracks the door with a poorly hidden smile.
"Really?" Tek joined in the scandalized gasp, basking in the information for a moment before it hits her with the giggles. Several of their calls had the topic of her chastity involved, and the upset of it continued to worsen. Fair enough, Siren was a goon for the poon and it wasn't surprising that hadn't changed. She didn't expect Quinn, though. "She finally caved! I was wondering how long she could stick it out. Quinn, though? I'm surprised, since Beatrix and Robin were all up in her biz. Especially Beatrix, they were flirting so hard."
While still fully invested in their chatter, Tek's hands were already working. She had Rebel on speaker, anyways—for the sake of the snackage, of course—but was halfway into a text. Siren was predisposed at the moment, but she'd see it eventually. The digital cheerleader from afar!
Tek [2:51PM]: GET ITTTTTTTTT
Tek [2:51PM]: I'm so proud of you 🥲😂😂😂
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As a testament to her uterine ailments, Robin's dead eyes only flick to her for a moment before the angry tapping on her phone continues. Her sweat had only continued to build, transforming her side of the bed into a swamp of shame; but also hatred. They said they would be back after a smoke. Instead, Robin was left with only lies in the bodily entanglement of their betrayal.
Robin to Beatrix [2:52]: QUINN AND SIREN ARE FUCKING. IM SO MAD
"Yeah, like a pirate captured by the navy." Groaning into the air, Robin throws her phone into her lap to free her hands for more whiskey. The bottle and glass were already beside her bed; and she swiftly begins to pour herself a drink. "Just strap my corpse to a sign that reads 'losers beware'. Because that's how I feel right now. Like a fucking loser! Like what the fuck? Quinn? Really? Quinn?!" Sweeping her arms with a disgruntled shrug, she plays a dangerous game of wildly motioning the full glass and bottle as she rants; giving Meatball, who accompanied her on the bed, more reason to be concerned than just the yelling. "Like, I'm upset. I'm fucking upset."
"They were flirting so hard!" Shutting the screen door, a little too hard, Rebel dashes to the kitchen to swiftly climb atop the counter to reach the top shelf of the snack cabinet. "But I'm so relieved it's not Robin. Good night, I'm so relieved. That could've been cray-zy." Like a dog hearing an odd sound in the woods, Rebel halts in motion as she hears the voice of Robin down the way. "Oooooooh, she so maddd." She cautiously whispers, tossing a package of popcorn near the microwave.
From her cave, Devin emerges, shutting the door behind her to keep the children at bay. "Bro, who's fuckin'?" She was more curious than anything else. Especially hearing the upset in Robin's voice and full blown toddler stomps. For a bitch that was five foot two, Rebel had some heavy ass feet. All things considered, those two were being louder than the clam slam that was happening upstairs. That she could tune out, them not so much.
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Sam laughs, albeit still confused, and shakes her head. Maybe it was just the product of living around Quinn for long enough, but she was not curious. It was easy to think otherwise at first, but Rebel was a gossipy little fiend. Obviously.
Sam's amusement only amplified as she trailed down the stairs after her; god damn, it was like they knew and got louder so she couldn't get away. Old houses weren't great for loud sex, who knew? She still wanted tea, though. Getting the kettle set to heat on the stove, she makes a pit stop to pluck a few leaves from her mint plant by the window, tossing it into the mortar and the mystery goo. It wasn't hard to hear the shady conversation outside, nor was it shocking. It made sense. Sam thought it was a bad idea to be tangling with roommates, but power to them. It seemed to be alright before now, at least.
The anguished screech coming from down the hall, though—and subsequent crescendo of pig squeals—gets her laughing all over again. Poor Robin, she was directly under both of their rooms. "You hanging in there?" Sam cracks the door with a poorly hidden smile.
"Really?" Tek joined in the scandalized gasp, basking in the information for a moment before it hits her with the giggles. Several of their calls had the topic of her chastity involved, and the upset of it continued to worsen. Fair enough, Siren was a goon for the poon and it wasn't surprising that hadn't changed. She didn't expect Quinn, though. "She finally caved! I was wondering how long she could stick it out. Quinn, though? I'm surprised, since Beatrix and Robin were all up in her biz. Especially Beatrix, they were flirting so hard."
While still fully invested in their chatter, Tek's hands were already working. She had Rebel on speaker, anyways—for the sake of the snackage, of course—but was halfway into a text. Siren was predisposed at the moment, but she'd see it eventually. The digital cheerleader from afar!
Tek [2:51PM]: GET ITTTTTTTTT
Tek [2:51PM]: I'm so proud of you 🥲😂😂😂
Period, sis.
Quinn lets out a chuckle at the admission of her clinginess. She was in no way brand new about that. "We can chill here for a minute if you wanna. I ain't in a rush." She affectionately traces around the edges of Siren's tattoo before glancing back up to her. "Hell yeah, we can take your new ride. It's slick as hell. And so, so fuckin' dyky. How you worked out gettin' it, I dunno, but it's super cool. Is blue, like, your main squeeze? You do gotta lotta blue stuff."
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Relaxing against the pillow, Siren turns her cheek to keep herself from laughing directly into Quinn's face. "Come on, it can go off-road. I had to!" She whines. As if it helped her defense. Devin had already digged into her enough and tried to make it seem she was more butch than her now. Which was totally unfair. She'd yet to enter 'Ford tough' territory.
She wasn't ready, though, to delve into what could be a long-winded tale of her inheritance story; and it only showed through a small falter in her smile. Someday, surely. But not during a time as cozy as this. "I know. I can't help myself. Blue matches my eyes. Lilith halfway joked that I was conceited for it; but she's the slut with white dresses. So, she's got a whole 'nother thing going on."
Traveling through the weeds of her episodic monologue, that somehow went from everyone on their periods to a ted talk about the invention of ice cream, a sudden stop erupts with a gasp as Rebel sharply turns towards her door. "Oh my God...is someone fucking?!" On the phone, she leaves her lady in a suspenseful pause as she sneaks to open her door and peer outside. "Oh my God. Someone is. Who is it? Who's fucking?" She franticly whispers, honing in all the audio processing she could muster for the sheer sake of hot gossip. "It's Quinn. It's coming from her room; and it sounds like she's getting absolutely railed in there. Like she's getting beat with a stick and waterboarded at the same time."
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"The only way that shit could get any gayer is if it was a fuckin' Subaru." Quinn teases with a simpering grin, noticing the slight offense. "And yeah, it does match your eyes! But they are really pretty, so what? If color means anything, Lilith just likes white 'cause she's super WASP-y."
"Pfft." Letting out a small snort, the static echo of bag crinkling sounds from the other side of the line. In the blessed light of the weekend, Tek was engaged in what was quickly becoming their routine: getting a little baked, eating snacks—at least on her end—and talking for what was probably dangerously long for the day. She was always so busy with school and had to settle for random texts during lab or a rogue meme during a 2AM study crunch. Rebel being so far away to begin with made it hard enough, but the workload from her major—perhaps worsened by the university's demanding curriculum—made high school feel like small potatoes . She should probably be doing homework right now, even, but talking about nothing and everything with Rebel was the highlight of her week. Especially if there was gay drama afoot. "Who's in there with her?"
Sam, too, was subjected to the consequences of the house's thin walls. Quinn boning someone wasn't exactly new—since she'd shared an apartment with her for years by now—but her headphones didn't block out enough to keep from immediately ciphering a gruff announcement of an orgasm two rooms away.
"You know..." Sam reasons aloud to no one but herself, "I could make tea." But as she opened the door to her room, only to witness Rebel hunched over like a pervy little goblin at Quinn's door, a look of utter confusion and creeping suspicion crosses her features. Which was ironic, considering she was in nothing but her bra with a mortar and pestle in her arms, her lower torso smeared in a pasty-looking green goo. "Uh...what are you doing?"
Period, sis.
Quinn lets out a chuckle at the admission of her clinginess. She was in no way brand new about that. "We can chill here for a minute if you wanna. I ain't in a rush." She affectionately traces around the edges of Siren's tattoo before glancing back up to her. "Hell yeah, we can take your new ride. It's slick as hell. And so, so fuckin' dyky. How you worked out gettin' it, I dunno, but it's super cool. Is blue, like, your main squeeze? You do gotta lotta blue stuff."
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Relaxing against the pillow, Siren turns her cheek to keep herself from laughing directly into Quinn's face. "Come on, it can go off-road. I had to!" She whines. As if it helped her defense. Devin had already digged into her enough and tried to make it seem she was more butch than her now. Which was totally unfair. She'd yet to enter 'Ford tough' territory.
She wasn't ready, though, to delve into what could be a long-winded tale of her inheritance story; and it only showed through a small falter in her smile. Someday, surely. But not during a time as cozy as this. "I know. I can't help myself. Blue matches my eyes. Lilith halfway joked that I was conceited for it; but she's the slut with white dresses. So, she's got a whole 'nother thing going on."
Traveling through the weeds of her episodic monologue, that somehow went from everyone on their periods to a ted talk about the invention of ice cream, a sudden stop erupts with a gasp as Rebel sharply turns towards her door. "Oh my God...is someone fucking?!" On the phone, she leaves her lady in a suspenseful pause as she sneaks to open her door and peer outside. "Oh my God. Someone is. Who is it? Who's fucking?" She franticly whispers, honing in all the audio processing she could muster for the sheer sake of hot gossip. "It's Quinn. It's coming from her room; and it sounds like she's getting absolutely railed in there. Like she's getting beat with a stick and waterboarded at the same time."
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Quinn lets out a chuckle at the admission of her clinginess. She was in no way brand new about that. "We can chill here for a minute if you wanna. I ain't in a rush." She affectionately traces around the edges of Siren's tattoo before glancing back up to her. "Hell yeah, we can take your new ride. It's slick as hell. And so, so fuckin' dyky. How you worked out gettin' it, I dunno, but it's super cool. Is blue, like, your main squeeze? You do gotta lotta blue stuff."
Period, sis.
"Dude, you do be makin' some bomb-ass breakfast burritos. I still think about 'em sometimes. I tried to find the kinda salsa you use, but it ain't the same." Enamored by her being sweet, the smile grows on Quinn's face. Observing Siren's do the same, it didn't take a lot of thought to know she was jazzed by the return of their arrangement, too. "Yeah...it is."
Quinn's stare lingers on her for a moment in thought, but it comes out anyways. "I really missed you, dude. I'm psyched you're in the fold again."
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Quinn couldn't have known the extent in which Siren tore herself apart in their separation. The guilt of it never really faded away. Even as she was laying with her now. Quinn seemed to leave that past behind and instead focused on the elation of the present. For Siren, it was always the show of kindness and general humanity that pulled her in. Seeing that name light up on her phone, she'd answer in heartbeat. And while she tried to gift others in the house with acts of generosity, she was without question the most catering towards Quinn. Somehow, she felt the most at ease with her. Not the one she shared a father with or the second round roommate who could take out a grown man; but Quinn. As contrary as it might seem, she made her feel safe. Without question.
So, hearing those words and witnessing their truth, Siren's smile falters. She had to strain her throat, struggling her breath to keep a sudden cry from erupting; but it showed in her eyes with an unmistakable shine. "I missed you too." More than she could've imagined. Scanning her face to take in her features, Siren's hand softly caresses her cheek before placing her thumb underneath her chin. In tilting her face upwards, she captures her lips in a long, open-mouthed kiss. "You're so fucking sweet." She whispers in place, resting her forehead against hers with a sharp inhale.
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Quinn, of course, doesn't deny the kiss, but watching the upset rise so quickly furrows her brows in sympathy. She knew Siren was still dogging on herself for everything that happened. And sure, while Quinn didn't know who all had some sort of beef with her, the tension with some of the housemates pointed to a few; not to mention the little self-deprecating comments that would come up, that could be easily missed if she wasn't paying attention. But as far as she was concerned, Siren had been through more than enough to keep carrying all of it around. While she had fucked up, Quinn knew she was a sweetheart underneath. She saw it plenty. Maybe the hurt, too, was from the lost time; Quinn really didn't know what was going on in that brain of hers.
"C'mere..." With a small, tutting sigh, Quinn scoops her up further into the tangle of her arms and legs, tilting upwards to give Siren a small peck on her brow. She could say a lot of things right now, but it would likely just be blasting the same shit she had been, like a broken record.
"Well, yeah." Instead, her lips twist into a little smile, nudging Siren gently to try and cheer her up. "You my girl, right? So, what I'mma do is give you a couple more of these—" she punctuates with a few more kisses along her cheek, "get you whatever crunchwrap, burrito, quesadilla supreme shit you want, and we can chill the fuck out together. Cross off that 'Quality-Time' love language shit, since we got 'Touch' outta the way. That sound aight?"
Period, sis.
"Dude, you do be makin' some bomb-ass breakfast burritos. I still think about 'em sometimes. I tried to find the kinda salsa you use, but it ain't the same." Enamored by her being sweet, the smile grows on Quinn's face. Observing Siren's do the same, it didn't take a lot of thought to know she was jazzed by the return of their arrangement, too. "Yeah...it is."
Quinn's stare lingers on her for a moment in thought, but it comes out anyways. "I really missed you, dude. I'm psyched you're in the fold again."
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Quinn couldn't have known the extent in which Siren tore herself apart in their separation. The guilt of it never really faded away. Even as she was laying with her now. Quinn seemed to leave that past behind and instead focused on the elation of the present. For Siren, it was always the show of kindness and general humanity that pulled her in. Seeing that name light up on her phone, she'd answer in heartbeat. And while she tried to gift others in the house with acts of generosity, she was without question the most catering towards Quinn. Somehow, she felt the most at ease with her. Not the one she shared a father with or the second round roommate who could take out a grown man; but Quinn. As contrary as it might seem, she made her feel safe. Without question.
So, hearing those words and witnessing their truth, Siren's smile falters. She had to strain her throat, struggling her breath to keep a sudden cry from erupting; but it showed in her eyes with an unmistakable shine. "I missed you too." More than she could've imagined. Scanning her face to take in her features, Siren's hand softly caresses her cheek before placing her thumb underneath her chin. In tilting her face upwards, she captures her lips in a long, open-mouthed kiss. "You're so fucking sweet." She whispers in place, resting her forehead against hers with a sharp inhale.
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"Dude, you do be makin' some bomb-ass breakfast burritos. I still think about 'em sometimes. I tried to find the kinda salsa you use, but it ain't the same." Enamored by her being sweet, the smile grows on Quinn's face. Observing Siren's do the same, it didn't take a lot of thought to know she was jazzed by the return of their arrangement, too. "Yeah...it is."
Quinn's stare lingers on her for a moment in thought, but it comes out anyways. "I really missed you, dude. I'm psyched you're in the fold again."
Period, sis.
Siren's workings within her was incidental to the sudden fervor from realizing she was so close. Locking an arm around her, Quinn steels Siren against her body as she pounds relentlessly up into her spot, using her weakness to crane downward and ensnare her in a desperate kiss. She couldn't think to do anything else, hearing the sound of her name like that. And even as she feels the chaotic twitching of Siren's release, Quinn doesn't relent the intensity, only slowing the rough thrusts in time with the constriction around her fingers. They too slow, however, as Siren begins to slacken in her arms.
Quinn separates gently from her lips, breathing heavily in their mutual exertion, but it isn't long before a small grin graces her own. And nuzzling along to kiss her jaw, her cheek, and under her ear—remembering Siren liked quite a lot of aftercare—Quinn lets her catch her breath before popping up to meet her lips again. "So...you can't say 'no' to this, but...I'm gettin' us Taco Bell."
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She had planned for a quick recovery. To rise up to her knees and flip Quinn onto her back; until a humored smile stretched her lips. "You want Taco Bell?" Removing her fingers from within, Siren's arms snake to pull her into a gentle hold, returning a few, soft kisses. A sound of humor rumbles her throat as relaxed eyes focused on Quinn; and she lightly slumps against the pillow while and idle hand plays with her hair. "We can do that, if you want to take a break."
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"I always dig a good Yelp review." Quinn's smile perks against her lips, a little giddy from the lofty compliment. "And ditto. That thing you did with your tongue? Fuckin' magical. Like, holy shit. The kinda shit you write letters home about. You can have as many rounds as you want after pullin' moves like that."
Rubbing her hand along Siren's spine, she settles easily into their relaxed embrace with a light laugh. "For real though, dude...doin' all this again? It's pretty great. And like, damn, we're right next door. Hella convenient, right?" The post-sex euphoria manifested in almost puppy like eyes, but it wasn't all about what just transpired. It was like the third piece of the triforce, for sure, but Quinn really had missed Siren's company. Seeing her slowly start to come into her own again was great to see, and frankly, she was just glad to be able to hang with a good friend.
Period, sis.
Siren's workings within her was incidental to the sudden fervor from realizing she was so close. Locking an arm around her, Quinn steels Siren against her body as she pounds relentlessly up into her spot, using her weakness to crane downward and ensnare her in a desperate kiss. She couldn't think to do anything else, hearing the sound of her name like that. And even as she feels the chaotic twitching of Siren's release, Quinn doesn't relent the intensity, only slowing the rough thrusts in time with the constriction around her fingers. They too slow, however, as Siren begins to slacken in her arms.
Quinn separates gently from her lips, breathing heavily in their mutual exertion, but it isn't long before a small grin graces her own. And nuzzling along to kiss her jaw, her cheek, and under her ear—remembering Siren liked quite a lot of aftercare—Quinn lets her catch her breath before popping up to meet her lips again. "So...you can't say 'no' to this, but...I'm gettin' us Taco Bell."
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She had planned for a quick recovery. To rise up to her knees and flip Quinn onto her back; until a humored smile stretched her lips. "You want Taco Bell?" Removing her fingers from within, Siren's arms snake to pull her into a gentle hold, returning a few, soft kisses. A sound of humor rumbles her throat as relaxed eyes focused on Quinn; and she lightly slumps against the pillow while and idle hand plays with her hair. "We can do that, if you want to take a break."
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An unsteady breath escapes her lips as Siren removes herself, but the gesture also made her realize she was talking about food with two fingers in, so she does the same with a small laugh. "I mean, yeah, if that's good with you." Charmed and contented, Quinn easily relaxes in her arms, scooting a little closer to share in her warmth. The implication of a "break", though, perks her brows. "So, you're bankin' on round 2? Taco Bell and more sex?...I'm so down for that. And we're definitely gonna need a shower somewhere in there, so if you'd wanna do that together, too...I can get those hard to reach spots sparkly clean. Like, between the shoulder blades? That shit's tough to scrub."
The playful, scheming smile was horribly blatant, but Siren was gorgeous, and she wouldn't mind a longer look. Why not ask? And now, with their friendship in tact and the return of fantastic, super comfortable, casual sex? It was just another perk on top of their regular hangouts.
Period, sis.
Siren's workings within her was incidental to the sudden fervor from realizing she was so close. Locking an arm around her, Quinn steels Siren against her body as she pounds relentlessly up into her spot, using her weakness to crane downward and ensnare her in a desperate kiss. She couldn't think to do anything else, hearing the sound of her name like that. And even as she feels the chaotic twitching of Siren's release, Quinn doesn't relent the intensity, only slowing the rough thrusts in time with the constriction around her fingers. They too slow, however, as Siren begins to slacken in her arms.
Quinn separates gently from her lips, breathing heavily in their mutual exertion, but it isn't long before a small grin graces her own. And nuzzling along to kiss her jaw, her cheek, and under her ear—remembering Siren liked quite a lot of aftercare—Quinn lets her catch her breath before popping up to meet her lips again. "So...you can't say 'no' to this, but...I'm gettin' us Taco Bell."
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She had planned for a quick recovery. To rise up to her knees and flip Quinn onto her back; until a humored smile stretched her lips. "You want Taco Bell?" Removing her fingers from within, Siren's arms snake to pull her into a gentle hold, returning a few, soft kisses. A sound of humor rumbles her throat as relaxed eyes focused on Quinn; and she lightly slumps against the pillow while and idle hand plays with her hair. "We can do that, if you want to take a break."
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Siren's workings within her was incidental to the sudden fervor from realizing she was so close. Locking an arm around her, Quinn steels Siren against her body as she pounds relentlessly up into her spot, using her weakness to crane downward and ensnare her in a desperate kiss. She couldn't think to do anything else, hearing the sound of her name like that. And even as she feels the chaotic twitching of Siren's release, Quinn doesn't relent the intensity, only slowing the rough thrusts in time with the constriction around her fingers. They too slow, however, as Siren begins to slacken in her arms.
Quinn separates gently from her lips, breathing heavily in their mutual exertion, but it isn't long before a small grin graces her own. And nuzzling along to kiss her jaw, her cheek, and under her ear—remembering Siren liked quite a lot of aftercare—Quinn lets her catch her breath before popping up to meet her lips again. "So...you can't say 'no' to this, but...I'm gettin' us Taco Bell."
Period, sis.
"Like hell you won't." She grins, following her retreat to capture Siren in a small series of languid kisses before Quinn could let her go again.
"If you got me feelin' some type of way, I can help myself. But, you—" Her eyes travel hungrily down Siren's form, eager for her to be fully bare already. It wouldn't stop her, regardless. Encouraging her onward, Quinn tugs Siren's leg over the outside of her own, moving up the back of her knee towards the intensifying source of her heat. "I'm gettin' me some of that." Quinn lets out a small sound of humor, wasting no time to nudge her underwear aside. Jesus, Siren was already soaking; the fire rising instantaneously against her fingertips steals the heaving breaths between them, and the temptation was too great not to slide upwards over her clit, teasing Siren with slow circles before lowering back down to her opening, giving little warning to the gradual sinking inside of her.
"'Cause all I wanna do right now?" The smile disappears completely from her lips at the overwhelming heat surrounding her touch, urging her deeper with panting breaths. "Is make you cum. Over my face, my fingers..." Quinn thrusts within her with agonizing slowness, pressing harshly up against her walls. "Right fuckin' now."
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As if she gave her a choice. Now trapped by Quinn's mercy, Siren could only plea. The broken moan that poured from her throat took every ounce of air from her lungs. It left her panting and desperate as she clenched around her fingers; and, instinctively, her hips rock in slow eagerness to feel more of her.
She couldn't even will herself to speak. Consumed by a heat so primal, her hand leaves Quinn's chest. The thought hadn't escaped her mind as to how bold it was of her to take her where they lay. With barely any prelude. An act itself that amplified it's intensity. Though, motivated her, nonetheless, to return the favor. With the grazing of her teeth, Siren captures her bottom lip. Her nails glide to the dip of her spine and, carving a path downward, trail to the edge of her entrance. She pauses, allowing Quinn just enough time for reality to sink in before sliding her fingers deep inside of her.
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The anticipation as Siren wrests her backward, knowing what she intended to do, seizes her muscles with harsh breaths. As the pain washes over her, breaking her silence with a strangled moan, Quinn presses herself hard into Siren's fingers, forcing her deeper. The rhythm of her own movements staggered out of sync—it sure felt like Siren was aiming to top her again—but she struggles to regain her pace and even add onto it, shifting her thumb upwards to press firmly against Siren's clit, driving faster into her.
Period, sis.
"Like hell you won't." She grins, following her retreat to capture Siren in a small series of languid kisses before Quinn could let her go again.
"If you got me feelin' some type of way, I can help myself. But, you—" Her eyes travel hungrily down Siren's form, eager for her to be fully bare already. It wouldn't stop her, regardless. Encouraging her onward, Quinn tugs Siren's leg over the outside of her own, moving up the back of her knee towards the intensifying source of her heat. "I'm gettin' me some of that." Quinn lets out a small sound of humor, wasting no time to nudge her underwear aside. Jesus, Siren was already soaking; the fire rising instantaneously against her fingertips steals the heaving breaths between them, and the temptation was too great not to slide upwards over her clit, teasing Siren with slow circles before lowering back down to her opening, giving little warning to the gradual sinking inside of her.
"'Cause all I wanna do right now?" The smile disappears completely from her lips at the overwhelming heat surrounding her touch, urging her deeper with panting breaths. "Is make you cum. Over my face, my fingers..." Quinn thrusts within her with agonizing slowness, pressing harshly up against her walls. "Right fuckin' now."
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As if she gave her a choice. Now trapped by Quinn's mercy, Siren could only plea. The broken moan that poured from her throat took every ounce of air from her lungs. It left her panting and desperate as she clenched around her fingers; and, instinctively, her hips rock in slow eagerness to feel more of her.
She couldn't even will herself to speak. Consumed by a heat so primal, her hand leaves Quinn's chest. The thought hadn't escaped her mind as to how bold it was of her to take her where they lay. With barely any prelude. An act itself that amplified it's intensity. Though, motivated her, nonetheless, to return the favor. With the grazing of her teeth, Siren captures her bottom lip. Her nails glide to the dip of her spine and, carving a path downward, trail to the edge of her entrance. She pauses, allowing Quinn just enough time for reality to sink in before sliding her fingers deep inside of her.
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So consumed by every reaction emanating from her—the harsh constriction around her touch, the tightening grip of Siren's arms against her back, the small bite against her lip that sent a spike of heat straight through her hips—Quinn wasn't paying mind to her wandering hands. Until she felt her.
"Fuck..." Quinn whines with the sudden invasion, arching against her with a sharp inhale; just the knowledge they were sharing in the same pleasure sends a pulse around Siren's fingers. And, fervently drawing her in to have their sweltering skin flush against each other, Quinn draws her into a lustfully haphazard kiss, swirling languidly against Siren's tongue as she drives herself with sudden force deep inside, greedy for her body's responsiveness.
Period, sis.
"Like hell you won't." She grins, following her retreat to capture Siren in a small series of languid kisses before Quinn could let her go again.
"If you got me feelin' some type of way, I can help myself. But, you—" Her eyes travel hungrily down Siren's form, eager for her to be fully bare already. It wouldn't stop her, regardless. Encouraging her onward, Quinn tugs Siren's leg over the outside of her own, moving up the back of her knee towards the intensifying source of her heat. "I'm gettin' me some of that." Quinn lets out a small sound of humor, wasting no time to nudge her underwear aside. Jesus, Siren was already soaking; the fire rising instantaneously against her fingertips steals the heaving breaths between them, and the temptation was too great not to slide upwards over her clit, teasing Siren with slow circles before lowering back down to her opening, giving little warning to the gradual sinking inside of her.
"'Cause all I wanna do right now?" The smile disappears completely from her lips at the overwhelming heat surrounding her touch, urging her deeper with panting breaths. "Is make you cum. Over my face, my fingers..." Quinn thrusts within her with agonizing slowness, pressing harshly up against her walls. "Right fuckin' now."
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As if she gave her a choice. Now trapped by Quinn's mercy, Siren could only plea. The broken moan that poured from her throat took every ounce of air from her lungs. It left her panting and desperate as she clenched around her fingers; and, instinctively, her hips rock in slow eagerness to feel more of her.
She couldn't even will herself to speak. Consumed by a heat so primal, her hand leaves Quinn's chest. The thought hadn't escaped her mind as to how bold it was of her to take her where they lay. With barely any prelude. An act itself that amplified it's intensity. Though, motivated her, nonetheless, to return the favor. With the grazing of her teeth, Siren captures her bottom lip. Her nails glide to the dip of her spine and, carving a path downward, trail to the edge of her entrance. She pauses, allowing Quinn just enough time for reality to sink in before sliding her fingers deep inside of her.
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"Like hell you won't." She grins, following her retreat to capture Siren in a small series of languid kisses before Quinn could let her go again.
"If you got me feelin' some type of way, I can help myself. But, you—" Her eyes travel hungrily down Siren's form, eager for her to be fully bare already. It wouldn't stop her, regardless. Encouraging her onward, Quinn tugs Siren's leg over the outside of her own, moving up the back of her knee towards the intensifying source of her heat. "I'm gettin' me some of that." Quinn lets out a small sound of humor, wasting no time to nudge her underwear aside. Jesus, Siren was already soaking; the fire rising instantaneously against her fingertips steals the heaving breaths between them, and the temptation was too great not to slide upwards over her clit, teasing Siren with slow circles before lowering back down to her opening, giving little warning to the gradual sinking inside of her.
"'Cause all I wanna do right now?" The smile disappears completely from her lips at the overwhelming heat surrounding her touch, urging her deeper with panting breaths. "Is make you cum. Over my face, my fingers..." Quinn thrusts within her with agonizing slowness, pressing harshly up against her walls. "Right fuckin' now."
Period, sis.
Quinn groans in protest as Siren halts the paralyzing, slow glides of her tongue. God, she was getting so agonizingly close under the expert movements, and Quinn's hips couldn't help but to squirm in effort to follow her retreat.
So fuckin' rude... It quickly became obvious the denial was purposeful, and despite the attempt to twist herself lower, the carve of Siren's nails threatened and trapped her in place. And to further surprise, the languid spirals around her entrance suggested she had something else in mind, entirely.
"Oh shit." Quinn gasps, tangling roughly in her hair as she feels Siren pressing inside; there was no rhyme or reason to it, but it was rare to ever be on the receiving end of penetration, much less with a tongue. "O-Oh—Okay, that's new." She rambles breathlessly, staring down in flushed bewilderment as Siren pulled some moves she'd never seen before. But as her tongue reached some unseen thing that nearly sent her out of her body with how fucking good it felt, Quinn collapses weakly backwards, her legs jerking with the force of the jolt it sent through her. What the fuck...what the fuck. She surprised herself with the foreign sound wrenching from her throat, and was trying to keep her cool, but her thighs locked like iron around Siren's head, regardless, arching desperately into her for more of whatever the fuck this woman was doing to her.
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Red heat stained her face like a fever. She wouldn't deny it was partly because of the lack of oxygen; but it was also really fucking hot. Evidence of such built between her thighs to an extent that even the slight press of her shorts were stimulating.
Siren had never heard Quinn make a noise like that. Or seen the degree in which she scrambled. So, despite any warning of a tomorrow's sore jaw, her tongue strained to reach deeper at each curve of her hips. "Fuck..." A moan escapes as she lightly gasps for air but she quickly returns with fluid motions against her walls.
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"You're sorry?" Quinn chortles, the lethargic, shit-eating grin rising easily on her face. "That's just part of the excitement, dude. I've lived a good enough life, let me drown in it."
Hell, Siren didn't seem against it, as fast as she was working. She used the time to undress the rest of the way, herself, arching up to toss her shirt off of her and to the floor. Quinn didn't have the patience, though, to wait for her to take her rightful throne. Turning onto her side, she dips her head under Siren's jaw, sinking her lips hotly over her pulse point as her fingertips play lightly across the fabric of her bra.
Period, sis.
Quinn groans in protest as Siren halts the paralyzing, slow glides of her tongue. God, she was getting so agonizingly close under the expert movements, and Quinn's hips couldn't help but to squirm in effort to follow her retreat.
So fuckin' rude... It quickly became obvious the denial was purposeful, and despite the attempt to twist herself lower, the carve of Siren's nails threatened and trapped her in place. And to further surprise, the languid spirals around her entrance suggested she had something else in mind, entirely.
"Oh shit." Quinn gasps, tangling roughly in her hair as she feels Siren pressing inside; there was no rhyme or reason to it, but it was rare to ever be on the receiving end of penetration, much less with a tongue. "O-Oh—Okay, that's new." She rambles breathlessly, staring down in flushed bewilderment as Siren pulled some moves she'd never seen before. But as her tongue reached some unseen thing that nearly sent her out of her body with how fucking good it felt, Quinn collapses weakly backwards, her legs jerking with the force of the jolt it sent through her. What the fuck...what the fuck. She surprised herself with the foreign sound wrenching from her throat, and was trying to keep her cool, but her thighs locked like iron around Siren's head, regardless, arching desperately into her for more of whatever the fuck this woman was doing to her.
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Red heat stained her face like a fever. She wouldn't deny it was partly because of the lack of oxygen; but it was also really fucking hot. Evidence of such built between her thighs to an extent that even the slight press of her shorts were stimulating.
Siren had never heard Quinn make a noise like that. Or seen the degree in which she scrambled. So, despite any warning of a tomorrow's sore jaw, her tongue strained to reach deeper at each curve of her hips. "Fuck..." A moan escapes as she lightly gasps for air but she quickly returns with fluid motions against her walls.
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"I don't even..." Quinn pants, flopping the back of her arm across her forehead in exhaustion. Her bones so quickly dissolved to gelatin in the aftermath, and what little energy was left all turned towards urging her to breathe again. "I've never got fucked like that." She laughs shakily, peeking at Siren as she wandered across the room. Yeah, the sex was hot, but she was even hotter. As wiped out as Quinn was, the look she gave her before feeling that sweet suction against her skin started to rile her up all over again.
Folding her arms over Siren's back, too, the scorching heat where they met was impossible to miss. "God damn, here I had this whole plan to strap you down, but you fully bottomed my ass out." Quinn chuckles with a tired grin, tilting her head to press her lips softly into Siren's hair. "And wore me the fuck out. I can barely fuckin' move, but..."
The smile only spreads, devious, as the idea entered her brain, her words hot in Siren's ear. "I mean...my mouth still works."
Period, sis.
Quinn groans in protest as Siren halts the paralyzing, slow glides of her tongue. God, she was getting so agonizingly close under the expert movements, and Quinn's hips couldn't help but to squirm in effort to follow her retreat.
So fuckin' rude... It quickly became obvious the denial was purposeful, and despite the attempt to twist herself lower, the carve of Siren's nails threatened and trapped her in place. And to further surprise, the languid spirals around her entrance suggested she had something else in mind, entirely.
"Oh shit." Quinn gasps, tangling roughly in her hair as she feels Siren pressing inside; there was no rhyme or reason to it, but it was rare to ever be on the receiving end of penetration, much less with a tongue. "O-Oh—Okay, that's new." She rambles breathlessly, staring down in flushed bewilderment as Siren pulled some moves she'd never seen before. But as her tongue reached some unseen thing that nearly sent her out of her body with how fucking good it felt, Quinn collapses weakly backwards, her legs jerking with the force of the jolt it sent through her. What the fuck...what the fuck. She surprised herself with the foreign sound wrenching from her throat, and was trying to keep her cool, but her thighs locked like iron around Siren's head, regardless, arching desperately into her for more of whatever the fuck this woman was doing to her.
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Red heat stained her face like a fever. She wouldn't deny it was partly because of the lack of oxygen; but it was also really fucking hot. Evidence of such built between her thighs to an extent that even the slight press of her shorts were stimulating.
Siren had never heard Quinn make a noise like that. Or seen the degree in which she scrambled. So, despite any warning of a tomorrow's sore jaw, her tongue strained to reach deeper at each curve of her hips. "Fuck..." A moan escapes as she lightly gasps for air but she quickly returns with fluid motions against her walls.
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"Oh my fuckin' god." Quinn chokes out against the barrage each pass of her tongue sent crashing through her hips, only intensifying as Siren forced herself deeper. It wasn't as if this was her first time getting head, but whatever the fuck she was doing down there was something on a whole other level. Quinn's hand pressed tightly to her perspiring forehead in the disbelief and overwhelm of it, tension snaking its way up her form as Siren shoved her mercilessly to the edge.
"Siren...Jesus fuckin' Christ." Those jumbled words were the sweetest poetry she could muster as the hopeless attempt to keep pace with Siren's plunging tongue begins to falter. Quinn didn't know if she switched it up just to be a tease or if Siren knew exactly what she was doing to her, but there wasn't any way she was going to endure against this ceaseless rhythm. And despite the last, futile effort to stave off its end by sheer will, Quinn's orgasm crashes suddenly into her, strangling a chain of curses into unrecognizable sound as she constricts fiercely around Siren's tongue, grasping desperately into her hair as her legs shook under the exertion.
Period, sis.
Quinn groans in protest as Siren halts the paralyzing, slow glides of her tongue. God, she was getting so agonizingly close under the expert movements, and Quinn's hips couldn't help but to squirm in effort to follow her retreat.
So fuckin' rude... It quickly became obvious the denial was purposeful, and despite the attempt to twist herself lower, the carve of Siren's nails threatened and trapped her in place. And to further surprise, the languid spirals around her entrance suggested she had something else in mind, entirely.
"Oh shit." Quinn gasps, tangling roughly in her hair as she feels Siren pressing inside; there was no rhyme or reason to it, but it was rare to ever be on the receiving end of penetration, much less with a tongue. "O-Oh—Okay, that's new." She rambles breathlessly, staring down in flushed bewilderment as Siren pulled some moves she'd never seen before. But as her tongue reached some unseen thing that nearly sent her out of her body with how fucking good it felt, Quinn collapses weakly backwards, her legs jerking with the force of the jolt it sent through her. What the fuck...what the fuck. She surprised herself with the foreign sound wrenching from her throat, and was trying to keep her cool, but her thighs locked like iron around Siren's head, regardless, arching desperately into her for more of whatever the fuck this woman was doing to her.
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Red heat stained her face like a fever. She wouldn't deny it was partly because of the lack of oxygen; but it was also really fucking hot. Evidence of such built between her thighs to an extent that even the slight press of her shorts were stimulating.
Siren had never heard Quinn make a noise like that. Or seen the degree in which she scrambled. So, despite any warning of a tomorrow's sore jaw, her tongue strained to reach deeper at each curve of her hips. "Fuck..." A moan escapes as she lightly gasps for air but she quickly returns with fluid motions against her walls.
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Quinn groans in protest as Siren halts the paralyzing, slow glides of her tongue. God, she was getting so agonizingly close under the expert movements, and Quinn's hips couldn't help but to squirm in effort to follow her retreat.
So fuckin' rude... It quickly became obvious the denial was purposeful, and despite the attempt to twist herself lower, the carve of Siren's nails threatened and trapped her in place. And to further surprise, the languid spirals around her entrance suggested she had something else in mind, entirely.
"Oh shit." Quinn gasps, tangling roughly in her hair as she feels Siren pressing inside; there was no rhyme or reason to it, but it was rare to ever be on the receiving end of penetration, much less with a tongue. "O-Oh—Okay, that's new." She rambles breathlessly, staring down in flushed bewilderment as Siren pulled some moves she'd never seen before. But as her tongue reached some unseen thing that nearly sent her out of her body with how fucking good it felt, Quinn collapses weakly backwards, her legs jerking with the force of the jolt it sent through her. What the fuck...what the fuck. She surprised herself with the foreign sound wrenching from her throat, and was trying to keep her cool, but her thighs locked like iron around Siren's head, regardless, arching desperately into her for more of whatever the fuck this woman was doing to her.
Period, sis.
Fine? Quinn watched her move lower, the subtle shift of muscles rippling across her shoulders as Siren dragged her with...oh, she was guaranteed to be completely ruined.
"God damn, you're fuckin' gorgeous." Quinn shakes her head in awe, running her fingers through Siren's hair to keep it out of her face; the severe look she shot back from between her legs tightened every muscle in Quinn's stomach with the lust it conjured, immediately wiping her small smile away. By the time Siren's lips were on her, it broke their line of sight completely as she arched from the bed, moaning softly against the white hot heat it surged through her hips. Folding her legs around Siren's back to urge her closer, Quinn squirms under her hands, unconsciously trying to maneuver upward into her mouth.
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The flame ignited at her core fed off the way she moved and ached underneath her. Siren's breath stutters hearing that pleasing moan and, planting one last longing kiss against her hot skin, she breaks the cycle of teasing. Her fingers curl within the inside of Quinn's underwear, removing it from her form as her nails leave a light pink trail down her legs.
Her stare flashes back up to her, basking in the reflection of her want as she wastes no time returning to her. Blue eyes fail to break, even as Siren's arms readjust to drag her body into the direct path of her lips, firmly pressing them atop of her slit. The warmth that meets her tongue drives a quiet moan from her chest as she slides downwards in a soft, wet trail; and she hooks her hands along the edge of her hips, wanting to feel every arch against her grip.
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The steady rhythm of her hips begins to falter under sudden jerks as Siren's tongue gradually discovers every movement it possibly could to leave her legs trembling in its wake. Quinn could feel the heat radiating outward from the intensifying shocks coursing up her form, forcing itself through every surface of her skin and stealing her breath.
"Fuck....Oh fuck, that's so fuckin' good....Christ, Siren..." Quinn moans openly in pleasured agony, scrambling her brain in a dismal effort to find any articulate way to voice her praise. Hearing the eager sounds from the girl pinning her helplessly to the bed only amplified her rapidly increasing fervor, threatening the barely restrained thread of composure with every pass of soft strokes and the harsh flick of metal. "God, you're gonna fuckin' make me come."
It wasn't necessary to announce, for the harsh grasp in Siren's locks, the tension wracking every muscle in her stomach, and the vice grip around her shoulders was a frantic, pleading white flag for mercy. It left her anyway, as some small valve turning against the ceaseless pressure rising.
Period, sis.
Fine? Quinn watched her move lower, the subtle shift of muscles rippling across her shoulders as Siren dragged her with...oh, she was guaranteed to be completely ruined.
"God damn, you're fuckin' gorgeous." Quinn shakes her head in awe, running her fingers through Siren's hair to keep it out of her face; the severe look she shot back from between her legs tightened every muscle in Quinn's stomach with the lust it conjured, immediately wiping her small smile away. By the time Siren's lips were on her, it broke their line of sight completely as she arched from the bed, moaning softly against the white hot heat it surged through her hips. Folding her legs around Siren's back to urge her closer, Quinn squirms under her hands, unconsciously trying to maneuver upward into her mouth.
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The flame ignited at her core fed off the way she moved and ached underneath her. Siren's breath stutters hearing that pleasing moan and, planting one last longing kiss against her hot skin, she breaks the cycle of teasing. Her fingers curl within the inside of Quinn's underwear, removing it from her form as her nails leave a light pink trail down her legs.
Her stare flashes back up to her, basking in the reflection of her want as she wastes no time returning to her. Blue eyes fail to break, even as Siren's arms readjust to drag her body into the direct path of her lips, firmly pressing them atop of her slit. The warmth that meets her tongue drives a quiet moan from her chest as she slides downwards in a soft, wet trail; and she hooks her hands along the edge of her hips, wanting to feel every arch against her grip.
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