Chloe Price hates emojis (no_emoji) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-04-16 01:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, chloe price, rachel amber |
Who: Amberpirce
What: Chloe needs to know something, then shenanigans happen.
When: Last week of March sometime
Where: Around OC
Warnings: Adult sexy times
Notes: Part 2 of 2
Rachel tossed her shoes in the back, along with her bra, before climbing into the cab and putting the bottle at her feet. It did nothing to warm her up though, but still, she started laughing. “Tell me this thing has a heater.”
Chloe’s bra got tossed in the back as well and she grabbed the blanket, then got into the cab and handed the blanket to Rachel. “In theory, there is a heater.” She started the car and fiddled with the heater settings. Air did start coming out of the vents. “Well, the fact air’s coming out is a good sign. Now we just have to wait and see if it warms up.”
“It’s something.” Rachel shifted, putting her feet in Chloe’s lap, since she was still barefoot and honestly her lap was warmer than the air coming from the vents, wetness and all.
She loved this. No responsibilities, no school or rehearsal, no Mark with his increasingly erratic eyes. Just her and Chloe and nothing between them.
Chloe unfolded the blanket and laid it over Rachel. She probably should’ve taken some for herself, but right now she didn’t care if she caught her death or not. She just liked being here with Rachel, and she liked feeling like she was wanted.
“Now, let’s go find a better view.” Chloe backed out of the parking spot and started driving off. She headed for a winding road that headed into the hills and a little ways out of the city. At least out there, they could park and drink and not run the risk of cops coming across them.
"Oh, I've already got a great view," Rachel replied, her eyelids heavy. She had this crazy idea that she call Mark and break up with him, then and there.
It was a dangerous thought. A life-threatening one, literally. But he wasn't expecting her home tonight - he was doing a deal and wouldn't be home until sometime the next afternoon if it went like usual.
Rachel pressed her toes into Chloe's belly button, then stroked around that area.
Chloe glanced at Rachel. “Do you?” She asked. She was shivering, but Rachel’s toes distracted her from that as she laughed a bit. Apparently she was a little ticklish around that area. And at least she had a barbell in her belly button currently as opposed to a ring. Otherwise that would be painful if Rachel’s toe caught on the ring.
She took one hand off the steering wheel and she it on Rachel’s shin.
Please giggle more, Rachel thought. Chloe and being ticklish was so adorable she couldn't stand it. "Yeah, I've got the best view in the city. Now hurry up and find the second best. Back the truck up so we can curl up in the bed."
“I’m getting there, I’m getting there!” Chloe responded, rubbing Rachel’s leg a bit to help generate some warmth for her under the blanket. She drove a bit faster, then finally found a promising place. She pulled off the road, then backed the truck up so they had the second best view in the city.
“Alright, come on let’s get in the back before I freeze to death.” Chloe said as she killed the engine.
Like getting outside would somehow be warmer. Rachel slipped out of the truck, stripping out of her wet clothing. She got an idea and tossed it onto the hood. Maybe it was warm enough it would dry her clothing for her. Then she danced around to the bed of the truck and grinned at Chloe. "Good thing I'm used to being naked now. It was actually pretty intimidating at first."
She gazed at Rachel as she stripped down again. God, Rachel was hot. Getting out of the truck and shrugging a little, she took her own wet clothes off and laid them on the hood of the truck. She then hopped into the bed of the truck and wrapped them both in the blanket. “I can see how it would be intimidating.”
Snuggling in, Rachel threaded their legs together. There was nothing between them - a feeling that Rachel was keenly aware of and had almost forgotten until now.
"You're really vulnerable like that. But eventually, it just becomes a thing. Like there's a difference. Between the way you just looked at me, and like the way a client would." Rachel smirked. "I mean there was lust, but it's a different kind of lust."
Chloe slid her arms around Rachel, holding her close. This was pretty much like torture, feeling Rachel’s skin against her own. God she’d missed feeling Rachel against her like this.
“I uh...assume a client has just straight lust? Like, you know, looking at you like you’re a piece of meat or something?” Chloe could still get flustered somewhat easily, and Rachel always seemed to know just how to make her flustered.
“Yeah, like that. I mean it’s easy to ignore, most of the time the video is one way, and I don’t really do private shows that often.” She trailed her fingers up Chloe’s stomach. She didn’t use her real last name on the website, mostly because some part of her was trying to not ruin her father’s career.
She shivered at Rachel’s touch to her stomach. “At least it’s easy to ignore. I don’t think I could ever do something like that. At least not for strangers.” If it was for personal use? Chloe could do that, but otherwise she couldn’t see herself doing something like that.
“I’m getting a new photographer, maybe we could do something just the two of us. I’ll even let you keep the copy,” Rachel knew Chloe might have trust issues, and so she’d be willing to let Chloe have that. “Or we could keep it at our caboose.”
Rachel shifted, kissing whatever part of Chloe was nearest her mouth.
“A new photographer? Maybe we could.” It would depend on how well she liked this photographer. She didn’t want to get naked in front of just anyone. Chloe closed her eyes as she felt Rachel’s lips against her skin. She ran a hand along Rachel’s hair, smoothing it out.
Rachel nipped, eyes closed and hand running in circles over Chloe’s stomach. She was feeling buzzed from the tequila and the water and the skin contact all together. She flailed for the bottle, then opened it, sitting up enough to take a swig. Then she snuggled back in. “I wish life could always be this simple.”
Again, Chloe shivered from the nips and the hand on her stomach. God she’d missed this. She watched Rachel sit up and take a drink of alcohol. She slid a hand along Rachel’s back when she snuggled back in and gently trailed her fingertips along her skin. “Me too. Simple would be really fucking awesome.”
Chloe’s fingers sent tingles of electricity along Rachel’s skin, and she shivered, pulling closer, or as close as it was physically possible to be. She could hear Chloe’s heartbeat and the sound of the ocean, and see the stars glittering above them.
Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
“Chloe?”
It almost felt like they were back in Oregon, where it had just been the two of them and no cares in the world. Well, Rachel had theatre, but Chloe had been the one without cares, especially after getting expelled. She was directionless in life, and she was okay with remaining that way.
“Yeah?” She asked, fingers still dancing along Rachel’s back.
“If it was like, 3 am, and I needed you for something. Like life or death. Would you come?”
“Of course I would. Why wouldn’t I?” Chloe still loved Rachel, and she had said as much multiple times. She would definitely help Rachel if she needed it.
“Even though I’m such a shitty ...friend?” What were they even? Ex-girlfriends was probably accurate. Or maybe ‘It’s Complicated’ would be a fairer expression. “So if I needed you to move my shit, you’d do it?”
“Yes, I’d come move your shit or whatever else you needed me to. Regardless of the time of day or night.” Ex-girlfriends was accurate, but Chloe didn’t really use labels like that, except when she was trying to describe the relationship to someone else. “And even with the shit that’s happened and you leaving, it doesn’t change the fact I still care. Even if sometimes I feel like I should be more angry with you.”
Which she was still angry and hurt, but she’d take whatever Rachel decided to give her because it was better than nothing. It was better than Max’s years of radio silence.
Not for the first time, Rachel thought that she could wrap Chloe around her finger and make her do whatever she wanted. She’d done it before, and she’d do it again, she was pretty incapable of not using things to her advantage. If things got bad enough with Mark, she’d use Chloe to help her get out of it. Just hopefully they got out of it unscathed.
Rachel fingers Chloe’s belly button piercing, then rubbed her hand down towards her thigh. “If you yelled at me, I’d just have to pout at you.”
At the moment, Chloe was okay with being used. It was better than being ignored. But eventually, it might not fly with her anymore.
The muscles of her stomach quivered under Rachel’s touch. She felt fire shoot through her as Rachel rubbed down towards her thigh. “You do have a good pouty face.”
Rachel wanted to pull Chloe on top of her. There were a hundred reasons why she couldn’t, starting with the fact she was with someone else, and continuing with the fact she didn’t actually deserve it. There was a clear line in her head, where she couldn’t risk crossing it, but Chloe was fucking hot.
“Mm. I’ll save it for a good moment.”
“I’m sure you will,” she responded. Rachel was good at that sort of thing. For as much as she wanted Rachel, she did respect that Rachel was with someone else, was in love with someone else, so she wasn’t going to cross that line.
Clearly much had changed in six months. Perhaps she needed to stop hanging on to what might never happen again.
Rachel dug her nails into Chloe's thigh, then she rolled on top of her, careful with the blanket. She stared down into Chloe's eyes, contemplating for a long moment, before leaning down to kiss her. She'd never met anyone who did this kind of thing to her before Chloe, and after Chloe...
Well there was a difference between infatuation and love.
Chloe hissed a bit, taken by surprise when Rachel’s nails dug into her thigh. When Rachel rolled on top of her, she gazed back up into Rachel’s eyes. In that moment, it felt as though the world had stopped turning, and time froze in place. She kissed Rachel back, her heart pounding a bit in her chest as though it yearned to be made whole again.
"Hands above the waist," Rachel warned against Chloe's lips, before resuming the kiss and deepening it. It was more than she'd given Chloe last time, babysteps. Though for someone as generally unashamed as Rachel babysteps were a bit unusual.
She didn't want to fuck this up, she needed to keep Chloe dangling until she could figure out what to do about Mark. She needed Chloe to be there to catch her.
She kissed Rachel back just as deeply. The baby steps were odd, and she didn’t know how long she could be strung along before something had to give. But for the moment, she slid her hands up along Rachel’s back, taking in the feel of her skin under her fingers and pulling her closer against her.
There were also some tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
This was way better than with clothing in the way. Rachel tilted her head into the kiss, rubbing her hands up and down Chloe's chest and squeezing her thighs around her waist. Chloe might be on the verge of tears, but Rachel was terrified of her own emotions.
She was always so angry, except when she was around Chloe. Like a bucket of water on a fire.
She groaned a bit into the kiss, pressing into Rachel’s touch. There were a lot of emotions running through Chloe right then, and she didn’t even try to stop them. After all, she was emotional under normal circumstances. But no matter how many times she’d ever say it, she could never completely explain to Rachel how much she’d missed her.
So instead, she tried to show it in how she held and touched Rachel. Though she did obey and kept her hands above Rachel’s waist.
The day Rachel let Chloe's hands below her waist was the day everything changed. It was tempting to make tonight that night, Chloe's hands making her skin sing. Mark didn't touch her like this.
Rachel broke the kiss before she started crying. "I always knew you had the hands of a mechanic."
Opening her eyes after the kiss was broken, several tears fell from the corners of her eyes. Chloe yearned for her heart to be unbroken, but maybe it wasn’t meant to be whole. After all, it had been broken when her dad died, and she couldn’t get him back, so that piece would always be missing. Max had taken another piece. And Rachel had taken her own piece. Chloe had love to give, but people didn’t seem interested in giving it back.
“Well, I never really made that a secret,” she responded. She’d always been good with her hands, both in the sexual and non-sexual meanings.
Rachel thought back to what had come to mind earlier, the quote from Hamlet. She wished she could say it out loud, say the things she knew Chloe needed to hear. But that would mean admitting she'd made a mistake. Rachel did not make mistakes.
"I love your hands. I've been craving your touch." Rachel ducked her head, kissing Chloe's throat.
Unlike Rachel, Chloe was a self-admitted fuck up. She knew she fucked up, and eventually she would own up to it, if not right away. There were things she needed to hear, but she’d stopped expecting to hear them. Maybe her mom had actually been right after all, sometimes you just had to let go of some people to make room for letting new people into your heart.
But that was something she’d never, ever admit outloud.
She tilted her head back, exposing more of her neck to Rachel. “I’ve missed touching you.” Her fingers trailed up along Rachel’s sides and across her shoulders.
“Oh god.” Rachel kissed there again, then nibbled a little, before grabbing one of the bottles. She sat up and took a swig, then dribbled a little on Chloe’s chest. “Oh no. I’ve made a mess.”
And then she promptly began to clean it up.
Chloe yelped a little as Rachel dribbled some alcohol on her chest. Then when Rachel started cleaning it up, Chloe threaded her fingers into Rachel’s hair and held her head close. She hummed a bit, liking that feeling of Rachel’s mouth on her skin.
Laughing against Chloe's skin, Rachel lapped and licked off the Tequila, then rubbed her cheek against her stomach. She peered up at her, considering what she wanted to do next. They weren't in danger of getting caught. Probably. "What do you want, Chloe?"
She lifted her head and gazed down at Rachel. God, she just wanted to lose herself in Rachel right then. She wanted to lose herself in the things Rachel made her feel. She licked her lips a bit. “I want you.”
Rachel groaned, meeting Chloe’s eyes with her own. The feeling was mutual, and she let her fingers dance across Chloe’s skin. This was a mistake, breaking her own rules, but… fuck it. The way Chloe said that? It was like she’d flicked a switch inside Rachel. Hoarsely, as she stroked Chloe’s thigh, she said, “What do you want to do to me?”
In all honesty, Chloe had not expected that response. And yet there it was, and she wanted it more than anything. Her blue eyes seemed to burn and Rachel’s tone of voice definitely turned her on. “Everything. I want to feel your skin against mine, your breath on my skin, feel your warmth, make you scream.”
“You’re such a romantic.” Rachel wasn’t even teasing her about it. She slid back up Chloe’s body, staring down at her as she propped herself up. She flashed back to their first time, probably one of the few moments when she’d been the blushing awkward one.
“What can I say?” She responded rhetorically. She gazed up at Rachel, reaching up and caressing her cheek. Her other hand slid along Rachel’s side, fingers dancing along her skin. “Sometimes romance becomes me,” she murmured, finger trailing along Rachel’s jawline while her other hand trailed up and cupped one of Rachel’s breasts.
“Remind me to get you into a play.” Rachel tilted her head to the side to expose more of her jaw to Chloe, her mouth hanging open slightly at the hand on her breast. “Because you have the words of a bard, Chloe.”
“But I’m not an actor. I’d probably just forget all the lines and look like an ass.” She caressed Rachel’s breast, then leaned up and nipped along her neck. She then rolled them over so she was on top, a little smirk on her lips. “Though, shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” She kept a hand on Rachel’s breast, then leaned in and trailed her mouth along Rachel’s neck, tongue flicking out now and then.
“Then we’ll improvise.” She closed her eyes, biting back a whimper at the nipping but gasping when they rolled over. “At least you weren’t quoting from the one where we both end up dead.”
Still, she laughed, reaching up and tangling he fingers into the hair on the back of Chloe’s head. “We’re good at improvising.”
Chloe smiled against Rachel’s neck as she pressed her body against Rachel’s. She nipped her way to Rachel’s ear. “It’s far more romantic and sexy when we both remain alive.” She then bit and tugged at Rachel’s ear lobe before trailing her mouth down her neck again, both hands moving to caress her breasts. She wanted to worship Rachel.
“Yeah, I like it that way.” Rachel craned her head back, squirming under Chloe. There was something different to the sounds she was making, compared to those she made when she was giving Chloe that free Skype show. Not like she’d been faking, but that this was somehow a lot better.
She was a hedonist, and while this action might have consequences she didn’t care right now.
“Definitely,” she said, nipping her way over Rachel’s collarbone, her mouth leaving a moist trail along her chest. She definitely heard the difference in the sounds Rachel was making, and it only spurred her on even more. Her hands started roaming Rachel’s body even more, caressing her skin. As her mouth trailed to Rachel’s breast, she lifted her eyes to gaze up at Rachel’s face.
Rachel’s eyes were closed, her lips parted as she gasped. Every time Chloe caressed or kissed her skin, it was fire and ice. Or icey fire. Her skin was goosepimpled from the cold and touches. She wanted to say something poetic and profound but all she could really think about was that this was fucking hot.
Her tongue flicked against Rachel’s nipple before she nipped at it. Her finger tips trailed lightly across Rachel’s waist before trailing to her hips and daring lower towards her thighs. The taste of Rachel’s skin was intoxicating, and she didn’t need alcohol for that. But she wanted to drive Rachel wild in every way that she could.
Shit. Shit shit shit shit. Rachel whined, arching her back but unwilling to stop Chloe. She’d wanted this at the trainyard in their caboose, and she’d wanted this when she watched Chloe all but faint over Skype.
This action will have consequence.
“Don’t stop.”
Chloe smiled against Rachel’s skin and trailed her mouth to her other breast as her hands slid down her thighs. She slid a hand up the inside of one of Rachel’s thighs, moving with purposes until it was squarely between her legs and she slid one finger along her, testing her and how ready she was.
Nails digging into Chloe’s hair, Rachel made a pleading sound, holding Chloe’s head against her chest and really hoping they didn’t get caught. Normally, she wouldn’t care but then they’d have to stop.
She groaned a bit before she started rubbing Rachel’s clit. Chloe licked and sucked along Rachel’s chest. She was trying to decide whether to slide down and add her mouth between Rachel’s legs, or to instead lean up and kiss her.
Rachel had the same conflict, alternating between shoving Chloe’s head and tugging at her hair. She felt like she was going to catch fire and burn up, and honestly? It was worth it.
Finally, she opted for kissing Rachel. She slid two fingers inside of Rachel as she slid her way up her body and captured her lips in a heated kiss. She started to slide her fingers in and out of Rachel, her thumb rubbing against her clit as Chloe pressed her body tight against hers.
“Fuck, Chloe…” Rachel’s words were lost in Chloe’s mouth. She wrapped her arm around her shoulders, scratching her nails (which she really needed to trim again) up her back and across one shoulder. Her other hand remained in Chloe’s hair.
Chloe groaned into Rachel’s mouth and shuddered from the touch of her nails scratching along her skin. It felt good, and the nails left trails of fire behind them. She moved her fingers faster, rubbing her body against Rachel’s a bit to create more friction and heat between them.
Mine. Mine. Rachel’s clawing was possessive and needy, spurred on by the feeling of Chloe’s skin on hers and the building wildfire between her legs. She bit Chloe’s lip, sucking on it and flicking her tongue out.
She moaned, shuddering and arching under Rachel’s clawing. It sent waves of fire and electricity through her. Chloe definitely wasn’t caring if Rachel broke skin with her nails, she was lost in her, and wanting to drive her over the edge. Her tongue flicked against Rachel’s as she moved her fingers a bit faster and harder.
Orgasms really were the best medicine, and Rachel felt like she was floating off the bed of the truck. The blanket had fallen open, exposing her heated skin to the air but she barely noticed. Not with Chloe on top of her, or her fingers inside her. She clawed deeper, wanting to draw blood, to mark Chloe, to remind her …. Of something. Her thoughts weren’t clear right now.
Chloe hadn’t noticed the blanket falling open, leaving her skin exposed to the air. She was more focused on Rachel and groaning and shuddering over the nails in her back. Skin was broken and blood was drawn, she shuddered and hissed as she felt that. “Fuck.” She kept her fingers moving inside Rachel, riding out her orgasm.
Tears pricked at the corner of Rachel’s eyes, before sliding down towards her ears as she lifted her back up off the truck bed, voice rising in a shout of Chloe’s name.
She kept her fingers moving in and out of Rachel as she rode out her orgasm. She loved the way Rachel shouted out her name, and she leaned in and pressed kisses to Rachel’s neck.
“Oh my god,” Rachel breathed. “I love-- this. I missed this.” I missed you. She was pretty sure that Chloe had just fucked her blind.
Finally pulling her hand out from between Rachel’s legs, she licked her fingers clean. And what Rachel didn’t say resonated loud and clear with Chloe, and it hurt, but she pushed it aside, just wanting to savor as much of this as she could. “So did I,” she responded, lying against Rachel.
Shivering, Rachel trailed a little heart on Chloe’s shoulder, and pressed her face against her neck. She just...needed a moment, that was all. There were no conflicted emotions here, she wasn’t feeling things she’d thought she’d forgotten about.
She did decide that she was going to start hiding her things out at the Caboose, a little at a time.
Chloe closed her eyes and tangled a hand into Rachel’s hair when she pressed her face against her neck. She let herself relax, having completely forgotten about the fact she was bleeding from Rachel’s nails. She gave a little hum as she relaxed against Rachel.
“When I can move, I’m going to get you back,” Rachel promised. She slapped her hand on Chloe’s butt as if to emphasize the point, but despite her words she held her close.
Chloe chuckled, yelping a bit when Rachel slapped her butt. “I’m looking forward to it,” she responded and placed a little kiss behind Rachel’s ear.
The kiss sent a shiver through her, and for the first time in recent memory, she giggled. Not a laugh or a chuckle, but an actual giggle.
The distinction was important.
The giggle was absolutely adorable and Chloe had to grin. “You’re so cute,” she commented. She brushed her fingers through Rachel’s hair.
“Am not…” Rachel could forget everything else right now. Mark. School. Work. Life. How disappointing and mundane her ‘dreams’ were.
She had Chloe in her arms, and it was them against the world and she thought that maybe that was the way it was supposed to be.
“You are.”
This was the way it should’ve been. But then Chloe wasn’t so certain that they would’ve actually left Oregon by now if Rachel hadn’t left with Mark. And really, she’d only left herself because things with step-douche had gotten worse and she decided to not disappoint her mom anymore by just leaving and taking her failure self away. Maybe then her mom could finally be happy and not have to spend her days fighting with her.
“Please, I’m hardly the cute one,” Chloe said with a little chuckle.
“I’m sure there’s evidence to the contrary,” Rachel responded, stretching a little bit. She was reluctant to lift her head, but she didn’t want Chloe frustrated either.
At least not without giving her a reward for being frustrated. “For example.”
She kissed her softly. “You’re cute when we do this.”
“You think so?” She asked, returning the soft kiss. She liked these quieter moments, just basking in being with Rachel. Chloe gently brushed her fingers along Rachel’s cheek.
That was going to make things a little too emotional, but Rachel thought that she didn’t mind right now.
She wasn’t feeling angry at the world. It made her a little dizzy. She was sure that would change, but for now? For now, she was going to enjoy it. “Yeah. It’s because you’re a secret sap. The great Chloe Price, soft and sappy.”
“So says Rachel Amber, the great Shakespearean actress.” Because Shakespeare was definitely good at soft and sappy at some points in his work. Also all of that flowery language he used.
“Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar…” Rachel’s voice was soft, a murmur, and she didn’t finish the quote.
“Maybe I am a sap.”
“Maybe a little bit,” she said with a smile. Chloe rubbed her nose against Rachel’s a bit. “But you’re still a fucking awesome sap.”
Grateful that Chloe either hadn’t heard or didn’t understand the quote, Rachel stole another kiss, this one longer, starting out a little lazy and sweet before she deepened it.
Her fingers stroked across Chloe’s breasts and she pressed her thigh between Chloe’s legs. She broke the kiss and said heatedly, “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
The quote had gone over her head. She’d assumed it was Shakespeare, but didn’t know the precise quote or where it had come from. She returned the kiss, then groaned as Rachel’s thigh slipped between her legs. Chloe rocked her hips against Rachel’s thigh a bit.
“I want you to eat me,” she responded.
Rachel needed a moment, just a moment, to absorb what Chloe had said. It was a really hot thing to say and her eyes flashed with excitement and arousal. “As you wish. Keep talking dirty like and I’m fucked.”
She grinned, kissing Chloe’s clavicle, and trailing her tongue down the center of her chest to her belly button as she shifted down.
“Technically, you were already fucked,” she commented with a husky chuckle. Chloe groaned and shifted a little under Rachel, loving the feel of her tongue on her skin. She glanced down at her, tangling her fingers into Rachel’s hair.
Keep doing that and Rachel was more fucked. She grinned against Chloe’s skin, moving her lips to kiss the tattoo on her arm before returning to her stomach. Instead of kissing, she tilted her head, letting the ends of her hair trail teasingly down Chloe’s pelvis and thighs.
The feel of Rachel’s hair trailing down her pelvis and thighs caused her to shiver, muscles quivering a bit from the touch. “Oh fuck,” she murmured. Her eyes closed and she tilted her head back a bit.
Failing to bite back a laugh, Rachel looked up at Chloe, chewing on her lip as she moved her head to and fro. Then she replaced her hair with her finger tips, and finally pressed her lips to Chloe’s thigh, nuzzling the skin with a groan. Wanting to hear Chloe command her again, she asked, “What was it you wanted me to do again?”
She shivered again, then groaned softly at the feel of Rachel’s fingers and lips on her thigh. Rachel seemed to be torturing her. She was aching for her touch and she writhed a little under Rachel’s touch. Lifting her head, she gazed down at Rachel. “Eat me,” she responded huskily.
“Mmm... “ Rachel left a bite mark on Chloe’s left thigh, and a hickey on the right, as warnings to whoever had marked up Chloe’s back the first time.
But she gently moved her lips and flicked her tongue out between Chloe’s legs, careful to avoid her clit, because she wanted to wind Chloe up.
Chloe moaned at the bite mark and the hickey that were left on her thighs and the sting of the bite marks felt amazing to her. She let out another moan as her back arched off the bed of the truck a bit. She felt the slight stinging in her back from where Rachel’s nails had drawn blood, and it only added to the sensations. She rocked her hips down towards Rachel. “Fuck,” she cursed.
“If that’s what you really want,” Rachel mumbled, sliding a finger inside Chloe as she pressed her lips against her clit and flicked her tongue. This was the best part of sex. The control, having her lover at her mercy. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this way. Or had felt comfortable letting Chloe take over like she had, either.
She moaned again, her hips rocking against Rachel’s face. She tangled a hand into her hair, fingers twisting a bit in it. Rachel’s tongue and finger were like a bolt of lightning ripping through her body. And she loved feeling like she was actually alive and not just the walking dead.
Moving her hand faster, Rachel groaned. She nuzzled at Chloe, moving her tongue in circles and patterns and if some of those patterns were vaguely romantic she wasn’t about to admit to it.
Her breath got heavier and she groaned, loving the way Rachel’s tongue felt against her. She continued rocking her hips a bit, and she tugged a little at Rachel’s hair before pulling her head closer to her.
Shifting Chloe’s legs around over her shoulder, Rachel closed her eyes. Part of her knew she shouldn’t be doing this. Mark would be mad. Very mad. And he was scary when he was mad. But Rachel couldn’t deny that she had feelings for Chloe still. Affections as Shakespeare Would say.
And Chloe turned her the fuck on.
She groaned again as Rachel shifted her legs over her shoulders. “Oh fuck,” she breathed. Chloe kept holding Rachel’s head where it was, not wanting her to pull away now. Her head was spinning and she didn’t care about anything outside of Rachel right then.
Rachel said something, but it was muffled against Chloe. She couldn’t hear anything but Chloe’s breathing and moans, which were loud enough to be heard despite the thigh-earmuffs she was currently wearing. She lifted her hips up, adding a second finger and focusing her tongue on Chloe’s clit in strong, even strokes.
Chloe moaned loudly, feeling her orgasm building. She gave a tug to Rachel’s hair again, her hips rolling against Rachel. Her back arched and she felt fire spreading throughout her body.
Liking to give as much as receive, Rachel wasn’t willing to give Chloe much mercy. She lifted her head for just a moment, hooking her fingers and dragging them out and back in as she whispered huskily, “Come for me.”
Then she lowered her head, closing her eyes and humming against Chloe.
A shudder ran through her as she heard Rachel’s husky whisper. That, combined with her fingers and the humming was enough to push her over the edge. Chloe cried out as she orgasmed, her back lifting off of the bed of the truck.
Rachel was pretty sure the entire truck shook, but that might just be her imagination. She groaned, speeding her fingers up again, adding a third, and adding her tongue to her humming.
She wasn’t going to let Chloe off that easy.
Chloe moaned loudly as Rachel added another finger and kept going. It didn’t take much to get her going again, and she shivered a bit as her thighs pressed against either side of Rachel’s head for several moments before they relaxed again.
Wondering if she could fit a fourth, Rachel decided this wasn’t the time or place to experiment quite that far. She stayed at three, using her thumb on Chloe’s clit again as she moaned, and turned her head to bite her thighs again.
Then she slowly started to bring Chloe back down, slow and gently, until she finally stopped.
Chloe definitely had another orgasm before Rachel started to bring her back down. By the time Rachel stopped, Chloe was breathless and she sank against the bed of the truck. “Holy shit,” she gasped as she tried to take some deep breaths.
If Chloe could walk after that, Rachel figured she’d done it wrong. She slithered up her body, resting on top of her and gazing down into her eyes. “I can’t even tell you how badly I fucking needed this.”
Chloe was definitely not going to be moving from where she was anytime soon, let alone seeing if she could walk. Gazing back into Rachel’s eyes, she slid her hands along her sides before wrapping her arms around her back, and gave her a lazy smile. “Well, I’m happy to have provided.”
For tonight, at least, everything was perfect. They could go back to their respective shitty lives tomorrow. But Rachel felt like her whole body was buzzing. She trailed her fingers along Chloe’s hip. This definitely made up for her boring ass dreams.
Her fingers trailed along Rachel’s back. Tonight was definitely perfect, and for the moment it felt like Rachel had never left, and she hadn’t gone through six months of hell and suicidal ideation. Her demons were currently silent, or at least quiet enough that Chloe could ignore them. Rachel always had a way of silencing her demons.
It was too bad that demons wouldn’t leave them alone forever.