act ii Who: Jenny & Dahlia. What: Valentine prompt of 'Love Potion # What?' Setting: Valentine's day in 20XX. Jenny and Dahlia have been happily married and raising Jenny's son together for six years, in love with each other even longer, but career success and stress begin causing trouble in paradise. Until Jenny takes fixing her marriage into her own hands, with disastrous results. Warning: Language & ends strong with gratuitous ladysex!
Had it not been for their fight earlier that morning, Dahlia would have been eating all of this up. Though she very rarely admitted it out loud, she was an absolute sucker for the romantic stuff. It was one of the reasons they made such a big deal out of Valentine’s Day. It was more than gifts and fancy dinners; it was one of the few times out of the year where they were able to focus purely on the other one, but she still had a sour taste in her mouth, no matter how sweet Jenny was being.
And it was sweet. The sincerity behind it all wasn’t lost on Dahlia, but if it weren’t for their fight, this wouldn’t have even happened. Jenny would still be in the office. She even said that they could do this another day, so Dahlia very much doubted she would have made much of an effort to make this Valentine’s Day one for the books. Still, she did force a little smile at Jenny’s banter. If nothing else, she deserved some slack for putting all of this together in such a short time, even if it was only because she felt guilty.
She followed her other half into the dining room, instantly impressed by the spread laid out on the table. It wasn’t homemade but it was impressive all the same. There was a little bit of everything she knew Dahlia loved. “You really went all out, Jenny,” she said, far less cold than before. She deserved some recognition for all of this, after all. Dahlia was mad, not cruel, and even her anger had dissipated to a dull frustration.
“You even got my favorite wine,” Dahlia mused, fighting the urge to lean forward and capture her wife’s lips in a kiss. They needed to talk; it wouldn’t be a fun talk, either, so the last thing she wanted to do was make Jenny believe that everything was fine and well when it wasn’t.
--- Jenny watched Dahlia closely as she examined the setup that she had prepared for them in the dining room. She could tell that the other woman was tense, but that was to be expected. But even in the candlelight, she caught the hint of a smile, forced as it was. Progress was progress at this point, and she wasn’t about to complain. They’d.. talk it out, and they’d get there. “Of course,” she shrugged, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, moving over to grab the two glasses that she had gotten out and reaching for the red wine in question.
The cork was already pulled, she had done that a little while ago when she had emptied the contents of her vial into the bottle, and she was already pouring her wife a glass without asking if she wanted one. “Drink?” the blonde finally asked, once it was already poured and she was already sliding it gently across the table toward the brunette before reaching for her own bottle. She had never been a drinker, her medications didn’t mix well with alcohol and she had never had a desire to experience being drunk, but she had always enjoyed having a glass of something. Spritzers, sparkling juices and soda waters. Her kiddie wine, as she called it. She usually shared whatever she had with Chase during dinner, since he couldn’t taste what Dahlia was usually drinking.
But tonight, they both had a bottle to themselves.
“I thought you would have been home earlier,” Jenny said after a moment, as she finished pouring her own drink, blue eyes looking across the table at her wife through the dim lighting. She had kind of thought the ice skating with Chase thing was an idle threat at first, but true to her word, Dahlia had been gone for the whole day practically. It had worked out conveniently for Jenny, gave her more time to get ready. But the food was a little cold. “Let me go heat some of this stuff up real quick, then we’ll.. discuss.”
She moved toward the kitchen, hesitating in the doorway for just a second with the plates of food in her hands. “Everything. No holds barred, just tell me whatever you want, call me whatever you have to, and we’ll.. talk it out like adults. We can still do that much, right?” With that, Jenny disappeared the rest of the way into the kitchen, the sounds of her cluttering around out there vaguely filling the quiet house. It was too big for just the three of them, but especially when there were only two of them. It had been the worst on her own, all day long, even if it had been her own fault that she ended up that way.
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Dahlia accepted the offered drink but didn’t yet take a sip. Before they drank, before they so much as put a bite of food in their mouths, she needed to talk to her wife. It might make for an awkward dinner, but it couldn’t be any worse than the fight they had earlier in the day. “No holds barred?” she asked warily, both dark eyebrows tugging higher up on her brow. “Alright, but you insisted.”
She listened to the sound of clanging dishes and silverware as Jenny went about warming up the meal. It was all so sweet, so like the Jenny she’d known before the fame of the books got beneath her skin and changed her. At her core, she was still her Jenny - still Dahlia’s - but how much longer would that last? How long until there was nothing left of the woman she married six years ago?
Dahlia refused to sit by and idly watch as that happened.
Sighing, already dreading the conversation that was about to happen, she reached out and grabbed a few grapes from the fruit arrangement at the center of the table and popped them in her mouth. She wasn’t hungry, to be perfectly honest, but she just needed something to do while Jenny was in the kitchen, so she ate a few more and swirled the wine around in her glass. It smelled different - not bad, but different than usual. Maybe Jenny bought a different year than what they were used to?
She thought back to when she first met Jenny in high school. God, she was so fucking beautiful. Neither one of them had ever entertained the thought of being with a woman then, and it wasn’t as if they set out to make it happen. It just sort of fell into place, like puzzle pieces finding their matching set or a tumbler falling into its lock.
Dahlia figured they were meant to be, but maybe she’d been wrong.
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Jenny didn’t take very long in the kitchen, taking care not to dawdle with what she was doing (even if there were distracting things still in the kitchen like dishes to be done), appearing in the dining room again in no time at all with the now hot food held out in front of her. She watched Dahlia swirling the wine in her glass as she set the plates down, and she hesitated for just a second before speaking. “I mean it, no holds barred,” she assured her, before they started bothering to try hash the whole mess out.
She just wished she would take a sip already.
Sitting down in her own chair, the blonde tented her fingers under her chin, elbows leaned on the table as she regarded the woman sitting across from her. She had been thinking about high school herself, earlier in the day. Things had been much simpler back then, even for her, even if it hadn’t felt that way then. No matter what awful things they said to each other at times, Jenny would never forget the day that she met Dahlia. Even if she wouldn’t have categorized it as an attraction right off the bat, something about the brunette had taken her breath away that day. She was just that kind of girl, that kind of woman now, just breathtaking. That was why Jenny couldn’t let her go.. one of them, anyway.
It had been Dahlia who had always been there, who had taken her under her wing, let her join the cheerleading team even though she honestly hadn’t been very good at first. Dahlia had been, still was, her best friend. She had been there through everything, the boyfriends, the drama, the pregnancy. She had been there from the Chase had been born, even if she had only been auntie Dahlia for a good portion of his life. She had always been a part of his life. The transition to mom had been surprisingly smooth. She loved him, he loved her, Dahlia had completed their little family even before they had married, before their first kiss, before they had even looked at each other as lovers. She had always been there.
Jenny couldn’t let her leave.
“I’m sorry,” she offered weakly, deciding to take the path of least resistance, saying what she should have said twelve hours ago. “I just..” she tried to go on, but only ended up trailing off. What she had been about to say would only make Dahlia angry again. That she was sorry for having a life. If she went on about how sorry she was about being busy with that other life, they’d just end up fighting about it again, falling into that perpetual circle. “I was a bitch,” the blonde settled on whispering. More self-deprecation might earn her some bonus sympathy points.
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“You kinda were,” Dahlia agreed without missing a beat. They’d always been honest with one another, painfully honest at times, and this was no different. “I know that you don’t like people dropping in on you like that, though. I just thought that since it was a special day, you would enjoy a surprise. That’s all.” Maybe Dahlia should have told her about it beforehand, but didn’t that ruin the entire purpose of a surprise? It was Valentine’s Day. It was Jenny’s birthday. Why should Dahlia have been expected to give her ample warning about a surprise done in her honor?
Figuring that she could use the liquid courage, Dahlia pressed the glass of wine to her lips and took a generous swallow. It was different than usual but still complex and warm, so she took another sip and sat the glass back down. “Look, we both know that this morning isn’t an isolated event. It’s been like this for months. Longer, even. Ever since you started writing your new book, it’s like you can’t get enough of it and can’t get any less of us. I feel … I feel like a burden to you more and more. Every day, it’s like I can feel you slipping a little further away.”
Another drink, some more courage. She still hadn’t taken a bite of her food. “I think that maybe we need a break.” Before Jenny could get the wrong idea, Dahlia pressed on. “I don’t want a divorce or anything like that, and I don’t even want a separation. But I do think we need some time apart. You can stay here, and I’ll go to my parents’ place until …” Until what? Until they could manage being in the same room without starting some sort of fight?
“I just don’t know what to do anymore, Jenn,” Dahlia admitted sadly, briefly wondering why the room suddenly seemed to start spinning. She hadn’t drank that much wine, only a few sips. “I don’t …” She trailed off, her mind fuzzy. What was she going to say, again?
--- Jenny tried to keep her expression neutral while she listened to Dahlia and allowed her to speak her piece first, but what the brunette actually had to say had the blonde’s heart feeling like it was trying to crawl up her throat. She was biting her lower lip fiercely, but she nodded her head slowly with what Dahlia had to say. It hurt her to hear the other woman say that, honestly, as if she didn’t feel guilty enough about everything. Was she really shutting them out so badly? It wasn’t her fault that she had so much work to do.. but she supposed that she had been going a little overboard. The world might not end if she didn’t finish her book by the end of the month.
She had been just about to voice that, when Dahlia mentioned a break, and Jenny felt her blood run cold for a moment. Her quick clarification didn’t do much to ease the blonde, either. If they were living in separate houses, living separate lives, it might as well have been a separation. Maybe not a divorce, but it was still separation. They’d be apart. But hadn’t that been what she had been doing to Dahlia lately, emotionally at least, keeping them separated? That was the problem. Jenny had pushed her away, and now she was leaving her.
She couldn’t help reminding Chase was too old now to pull the wool over his eyes, he’d know exactly what was going on if Dahlia left.
“No,” she protested quickly, as soon as she got a chance to get a word in edgewise. “Dahlia, I.. I don’t know either, but please don’t go. We’ll fix it, we’ll.. I don’t know, we’ll go to counseling, therapy, something. We can fix it,” the blonde tried to explain, watching the brunette closely, her own expression nothing short of hurt. It was all over her face, she was never good at hiding her feelings. She wore her heart on her sleeve, ever emotional. She just wished Dahlia would finish the stupid glass. Come to her senses already, it had to work. She could fix this. “Baby, please. Whatever we have to do.” She reached her arm out across the table, offering her hand to Dahlia, her big blue eyes watery. “Please?”
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She closed her eyes in hopes of keeping the room from spinning and was relieved to find that it worked. The room was entirely still when she opened her eyes, and she sighed in relief. Dahlia still felt a little woozy, maybe even a little nauseous, but she wasn’t sure why. The little bit of wine she had wouldn’t affect her; she wasn’t a lightweight by any means, which meant it was something else.
”We can fix it. Baby, please. Whatever we have to do. Please?”
Dahlia blinked, confused. What was she even talking about? They’d been having a nice dinner one second, and the next Jenny was talking about fixing something. The confusion was written across Dahlia’s face as she took another drink of wine - though, at this rate, she probably shouldn’t have - before setting it back down and rubbing her temple.
“Jenny,” she said, sounding far more concerned than she had before. “What are you talking about? What needs fixing?” God, was Jenny thinking of leaving her? Was she unhappy? Dahlia knew that things had been a little tense lately, but Jenny was just doing her best. The book was important to her, so Dahlia understood that certain sacrifices needed to be made. Whatever made Jenny happy made her happy, too.
“Did I do something? Because if I did, I’m sorry. You made me this really great dinner, bought this wine …” How had Dahlia ever been lucky enough to land herself a wife like Jenny? And to think that Dahlia had been such a bitch to her this morning over a few minutes of work. “I’m sorry.”
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If it had come down to it, Jenny had been getting ready to get down on her knees and beg. She did want to write, but she wanted to be with Dahlia more, she was sorry that it had taken her so long to realize that. Her head had been in the wrong space. Family was important, family had always been important. She waited patiently for Dahlia to answer her, for her to take her hand and tell her that they could at least try to fix things, that she wouldn’t leave the house. She didn’t think she could watch the brunette packing her things. They had moved into this house together, they had picked it out together, they weren’t meant to leave it separately.
What came out of Dahlia’s mouth when she did answer, however, only had the blonde furrowing her eyebrows, raising them high on her forehead as she stared across the table at her wife. “What?” she asked, honestly unsure what else to really say, even more confusion crossing her face when Dahlia apologized to her. That was definitely the last thing that Jenny had been expecting.
She hadn’t made the dinner. Dahlia knew that. Everything between them lately needed fixing, Dahlia knew that too. She sure as hell knew what they were talking about, because she was the one that had brought it up. Jenny’s eyes flicked to the glass of wine in her wife’s hand for a second, before looking back up to the brunette’s face, trying to read her. She had never actually tried a love potion on anyone. Was the disorientation normal? Whatever, she’d play along.
Just about anything was better than fighting with her.
“You didn’t.. no, honey, of course you didn’t do anything,” Jenny answered slowly, like she was testing out the words. Her eyes stayed glued to Dahlia’s as she spoke. She moved to lean over the table then, careful not to bump anything but taking the glass of wine out of the brunette’s hand (that was a strong enough dose of that; no need to overdo it), and intertwining their fingers instead. Leaning forward to kiss their twinned fingers once she did. “I love you,” she murmured against them, half expecting for Dahlia to balk at her and tell her it was going to take more than sweet talk to get her back.
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If Dahlia knew the truth of the situation - the research Jenny put into it, the potion stirred into the wine - she wouldn’t have just left Jenny; she would have ran away. Far away. She knew all about how Jenny dabbled in magic in her younger days, but Dahlia never took it seriously. Magic wasn’t real. Or so she thought.
But this, what Jenny was doing, wasn’t just a glamour. It wasn’t something to zap away a zit or a prayer for the spirits of hocus pocus past to protect someone. It was a love spell. It was rape, in a sense.
None the wiser, Dahlia felt herself relax when Jenny told her that she hadn’t done anything. “I love you, baby. Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said, reaching forward to tuck a stray strand of blonde behind Jenny’s ear. “And birthday, of course. How does it feel to be practically ancient?” The crinkling of her nose made it obvious that she was merely teasing. “Don’t worry - you don’t look a day over forty.”
Smirking, she sat back in her chair and took her first bite of food. Though Dahlia hadn’t seemed to have much of an appetite before, it was now back in full swing. “You know just how to spoil a girl rotten, you know that? I’ll be lucky if I can fit into my pants for work tomorrow with all this food.” There was a moment of silence as she took another bite, then another after that. “Actually, scratch that - I’m not going into work tomorrow. You deserve a do over. It was your birthday, and I ruined it. What do you say we spend the day together tomorrow? We’ll do whatever you want.” But what if she wanted to work on her book? Jenny might not have wanted a “do over” day at all, after the way Dahlia treated her earlier that morning. “That is, if you want to. If you don’t, I understand.”
Dahlia hadn’t taken her eyes off of Jenny yet, not even as she ate. How could she, when her wife was so stunning? She was beyond anything, everything. “God, you’re beautiful, Jenny.” Dahlia almost felt as though she was seeing her, truly seeing her, for the first time. “I just … how did I get so lucky?”
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Relief washed over Jenny’s face just about as soon as Dahlia returned her sentiments of love, a fond smile spreading across the blonde’s lips, her head tilting a bit against the fingers tucking hair behind her ear. “Happy Valentine’s, baby,” she echoed, quite pleased with herself, with the situation now. This Dahlia, she could handle. She had been a little worried that the potion wouldn’t take at all, but even with just the little bit Dahlia had consumed, the effects had been profound. The complete mood shift was proof enough for that. She didn’t think that she had seen her wife smile at her like that, look at her like that, in a very long time. Things had been strained, they had been falling apart.. but Jenny had repaired it.
She gave herself a mental pat on the back, just smiling across the table at her wife as she did. Yes, it had taken some unconventional methods to settle things. But a truly solid marriage was nothing a little glue couldn’t fix. She and Dahlia were meant to be together. They just went together. They were meant to get along.
“Hey,” the blonde pouted as Dahlia teased her and she began to pick at her own food, plucking up a carrot stick and biting the end off of it with a loud crunch, “If I’m ancient, then you’re prehistoric, I’m afraid. You’re two years older than me, remember? I can see your crows feet from here,” Jenny chided. She was kidding too, of course, Dahlia was a very beautiful twenty-nine. She was every bit as pretty as the first day that Jenny had laid eyes on her. She had told her that on their wedding night, and she still stood by it, years later. She had been wasting her beautiful wife and her beautiful son, but she could fix that now, from tonight, she would make it better. She would do better, it could be her last chance if she screwed up.
Then again, there was still half a vial of potion upstairs.
Distracted with working on her meal, Jenny was caught off guard by her wife’s sudden declaration of a hookey from work for do over day, the suggestion making her look up sharply from her plate. She was even more caught off guard when Dahlia asked if she minded them having said do over day. Not telling her that they were going to, but actually asking her if it was alright. That was exactly what she had been asking her wife to do that morning, it was what had caused the fight.. but it still seemed strange now, her actually obliging all of a sudden.
Her face was sincere, she really did seem to want to know if Jenny liked the idea, if thought it was okay. “Well,” she began slowly, “If you really want to, of course we can. I’d love to,” Elaine would be mad, but it really was nothing that she couldn’t smooth over. “I can always write a little in the evening, I suppose.” She was the writer, after all. What was Elaine going to do, write the next book herself? Dahlia had made a good point that morning, Jenny did have every option of choosing her own schedule. She forgot that sometimes, when it all got to her.
“You didn’t ruin my birthday either,” the blonde quickly added, “I’m having a great birthday. I’m just glad you’re..” Not leaving. “Here with me.”
She could feel Dahlia’s eyes on her before she actually noticed them, the corner of her mouth pulling up into a sheepish half smile as the other woman lavishly complimented her. “Oh come on,” she laughed softly, playfully rolling her eyes at the brunette. “You’re sucking up. Flattery will get you everywhere, miss Palmer.”
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Dahlia balked, pressing a hand over her heart as though she’d been deeply wounded. “You know how sensitive I am about my crows feet, Jenny. Why do you hurt me so?” she asked, smirking as she took a drink of water. Any disorientation had long since faded. As a matter of fact, Dahlia didn’t even remember becoming woozy, and the nausea was nonexistent. She was happy - happier than she’d been in months, maybe longer. And why wouldn’t she be? She had a beautiful home, a wonderful step son, but most importantly she had Jenny.
If anything ever happened to her, Dahlia didn’t know what she would do.
“You could take your laptop out to the pool, even. It’s supposed to be nice tomorrow. Weatherman said it’ll hit sixty, at least.” If there was one part of their house that Dahlia loved the most, it was the pool. She insisted that they live somewhere with one, and when they discovered that this home not only had a pool but a heated pool, well, the search was over.
“I’m not sucking up!” she insisted on a laugh, a playful little kick sent beneath the table. “Can’t a woman tell her wife that she’s beautiful without the accusation of being a suckup?” Dahlia tilted her head to the side - an artist surveying their finest masterpiece. “Seriously. You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to fuck you all day.” Just an hour ago, Dahlia was thinking of leaving Jenny, at least for a little while, and now all she could think about was making her happy.
“As a matter of fact,” Dahlia said, standing from her chair. The food could be warmed up later, if need be. “I think we’re wasting what precious time we’ve been given to have the house to ourselves.” It wasn’t every night that they could do what they wanted, and Dahlia just so happened to want to make love to her wife. Nothing wrong with that, right?
This time she didn’t ask Jenny’s permission. She reached for the blonde’s hand and pulled Jenny to her feet, only breaking eye contact long enough to forcibly clear a spot on the table for her, not giving much care to the bottles of wine or plates of food, though none of them clattered to the floor. Yet. Not wanting to waste another moment, she hooked her hands under Jenny’s ass and lifted her with ease onto the dinner table. Dahlia had a few good inches on her wife, and she’d always been remarkably fit, so picking up Jenny’s petite frame was nothing.
Once she had Jenny where she wanted, Dahlia made short work of her shoes and pants, letting both fall to the carpet below unceremoniously. “You even wore my favorite pair of panties,” Dahlia mused, voice a bit rougher. Determined. She rose a playful, dark eyebrow at the woman on the table and smirked as she sank to her knees in such a way that was almost reverential. This was exactly the angle she was hoping for, with her face just a few inches above the table and Jenny’s legs - such long, beautiful legs - spread just wide enough to give Dahlia a perfect view. She took her time removing Jenny’s panties, pulling them at a slow crawl down the curve of muscular thighs. Dahlia kissed a trail down those same thighs as she tugged the panties off and when she was done, she let them fall amongst the discarded shoes and pants.
“Beautiful,” she repeated again, in awe. The sight of her wife like this was too much. Dahlia pressed another kiss to the inside of her thigh, lingering long enough for a teasing swipe of her tongue - a promise of what was to follow, perhaps - before she pressed Jenny’s legs further apart and hooked her calves over the back of Dahlia’s shoulders.
There was a groan, a bobbing motion of Dahlia’s head, and she was suddenly enveloped by a warm, wet heat. Her tongue circled and darted, paying attention to all of the little spots she knew drove Jenny wild. Dahlia was merciless, almost wild in her enthusiasm as she worked her over.
Dahlia had a lot to make up for, after all.
--- Jenny had been focused on eating, only half been listening to Dahlia talking about their day together, how they could spend the day by the pool, which sounded just fine to her. If she could even get a little writing done, it would be better than nothing But the unexpected comment about fucking, so brazen and out of place with the fact that they had just been discussing the weather, grabbed her attention back immediately. “What?” she asked, almost giggled. She had been in the middle of a sip of her wine, she had nearly choked, her cheeks slightly flushed. Even if she knew it wasn’t true, there was no way that Dahlia had been thinking anything like today that after their fight that morning, but it certainly didn’t make her any less glad to hear it.
There was no real time, or desire, to protest against what Dahlia was doing to her. Dahlia was always the more dominant of the two of them, she had the physical advantage of being stronger, and she liked to take the lead. Not that Jenny couldn’t keep up, of course, keep her on her toes when she wanted to. But tonight, she wanted her to take the lead. She needed it, after the fight, after the scare of almost losing her, after everything. Jenny stood easily when the brunette pulled her up by her hand, her arms looping affectionately around her wife’s neck as the other woman hoisted her up off the floor and onto the table.
She didn’t know what had gotten into Dahlia, she was more forward than ever and it had to be a side effect of the potion, but she wasn’t about to start complaining. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, shivering as the brunette undressed her lower half and lavished her with attention. Jenny was obedient, lifting her hips slightly from the table to help, wiggling out of both her denim shorts and eventually panties with ease, her eyes locked onto Dahlia’s until the brunette dropped down to her knees. “Of course I did,” she answered, though she had done no such thing. She hadn’t exactly been planning for this, after all. She leaned back on her hands, head tipping up, eyes closed and chin pointed toward the ceiling as Dahlia kissed her inner thighs, making them tremble. Each kiss sending a shock like electricity from the back of her neck down to the base of her spine.
“Fuck,” she laughed weakly, breathlessly, eyes still closed tight. “You think I’m the one who knows how to spoil a girl?” There was no reluctance in letting Dahlia spread her legs further, and her legs pulled Dahlia’s closer the second that they were over her shoulders, encouraging the brunette, drawing her in, the blonde digging her heels into her wife’s back. She held her breath, knowing what was coming, anticipating it to the point that she could already feel her arms shaking as they tried to hold her up. She was going to end up knocking something off the table before the night was through, she just knew it.
She hadn’t been wet before dinner had started, not even five minutes ago when they had been idly teasing each other and exchanging much needed I-love-yous and apologies, but that had changed in a hurry. She was soaked, just from the looks her wife kept giving her, the palpable sexual tension between them, seemingly in the air. Jenny let out a slightly subdued little groan at first as Dahlia went down on her, she was more than used to having to stifle herself (she really could be quite a little pillow biter), but they did have the house to themselves. It didn’t take long at all before her hands were clutching the back of Dahlia’s head, fingers tangled carelessly in her hair, her hips arching, and her moans much louder. Particularly in the otherwise silent house, which seemed to echo at the best of times.
Dahlia was almost too eager, drawing passionate whimpers out of the blonde every time her tongue grazed just the right spots, but leaving her almost gasping. She was intense, fervent. Jenny licked at her lips, which felt incredibly dry, and used one elbow to try to prop herself more comfortably against the table top. With her eyes still screwed tightly shut in bliss, her fingers still in Dahlia’s dark hair twisted in further, her hand full of hair but her fingertips tickling along the back of her lover’s neck, egging her on. “God Dee, I love you so much,” she reminded her again, breathlessly. That was why she had done this, why it was better this way, even if she knew that what she had done wasn’t entirely right.
She just loved her so much.
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Dahlia paused her tongue’s fervent assault just long enough to peer up at Jenny, who was as stunning as ever. The candlelight played across her flawless skin, and her cheeks were flushed with pleasure. Knowing that it was Dahlia who caused said pleasure was enough to make her wet. “Not nearly as much as I love you, Jenny,” she told her, leaning forward again to drag her tongue against her, paying extra attention to tease her clit. “I love everything about you.” The words were murmured against Jenny as she added a finger, then two, sliding them effortlessly into her wife, hooking them inside of her to find (she could have found it, even if she were blind) that treasured spot.
All she wanted to do was make Jenny happy - make her realize how much Dahlia loved her.
“Remember our first time?” she asked, fingers keeping their easy pace even as her mouth ventured back to her thighs. She bit into the tender flesh, hard enough to sting but not hard enough to bruise, and immediately peppered the sensitive skin with a kiss and a tentative lick. “How we didn’t have a clue what we were doing?” They hadn’t, not really. Neither of them had been with another woman before that, so they learned as they went.
It had been clumsy and embarrassing, but Dahlia wouldn’t have traded it for anything. At one point, they had to pause because they’d been laughing far too much to do anything else. They’d come a long way since then.
“I knew from the moment I saw you that you were special, Jenn.” It was the truth. Perhaps it wasn’t love at first sight, but there was something about Jenny that took her breath away. They were inseparable right from the beginning. Dahlia couldn’t remember the exact moment that their friendship blossomed into something more, and then again into love, but that wasn’t important.
“And it didn’t hurt that you could rock that cheer uniform.”
--- Just about any chance that Jenny had of giving a coherent response went out the window the moment that Dahlia’s fingers slid inside of her, eliciting an enthusiastic moan, causing her fingers to tighten momentarily in the brunette’s hair, just slightly pulling. Her hips kept moving, lifting from the top of the table slightly, enough to keep pace and meet the other woman’s gentle thrusts. She couldn’t exactly remember the last time that Dahlia had made love to her like this, fucked her like this, with so much passion and vigor. But then again, she hadn’t exactly given her much opportunity to do so, either.
“I do remember,” the blonde murmured back, exhaling shakily and staring up at the ceiling above her. “I remember a lot of that’s not it and not there,” Jenny teased. It was half true; it had sort of just happened one day. They had looked at each other, and that had been it. There had been a lot of little mistakes to make, and it had been awkward at first, but Jenny remembered their first time incredibly fondly. Dahlia had been so gentle with her. They were young, there was a lot of giggling, heavy kissing, just.. exploring each other, really. Jenny had always enjoyed sex, and her partner being a woman definitely didn’t diminish that joy.
There had been a lot to learn, but they hadn’t taken long to catch on. They had both always been quick learners, after all. “You know your way around a lot better now,” she assured her. She slowly lowered her head, eyes opening slightly and looking down at Dahlia with a weak smile on her face.
Just the sight of her beloved wife, her face between her thighs like that, her lips peppering the pale skin with kisses, it all left butterflies in the pit of the blonde’s stomach. How could Dahlia possibly think that she loved her more? Looking at the brunette in the heat of the moment, she loved her more than ever. Dahlia was so good to her. She had been stupid, foolish. This is what she had needed all along, just to be with her wife. “I remember we were at my mom’s house, and I was so scared you were going to wake someone up,” she laughed, breathless as ever, another whimper escaping past her swollen lips as Dahlia’s fingers rubbed a particularly sensitive spot, the brunette’s thumb grazing across her clit, making the blonde shudder.
Things had been so different then, long before she had moved out, moved in with Dahlia. Before they had really grown up. Back then, everything had been passionate, all of the time.
“You really did?” she asked, half panted, as if she expected Dahlia to say anything but ‘yes’ when she had two fingers buried deep inside of her, gently caressing her, slowly pulling her toward the edge of climax. She could already feel a familiar (or not so familiar as of late) warmth growing in the pit of her stomach, feel her toes beginning to tense, to curl. She had known Dahlia was special too, right from the beginning. They had only been best friends at first, but Dahlia had been the best friend Jenny had ever had, outside of her sister. She had trusted her and loved her, needed her in her life, long before romance had become a factor. When it did, that only intensified that need.
“Didn’t look half bad in that uniform yourself, captain,” Jenny teased back, tightening her fingers around the back of Dahlia’s neck to emphasis her words. They hadn’t actually ever hooked up during their cheerleading years, Dahlia had been graduated before the first time they had even kissed, but Jenny would have been lying if she said that she hadn’t thought about it in retrospect. They had seen each other naked plenty then, changed and showered in the same space, and had thought nothing of it. The worst that she had done was taken a bit of a peeking liberty with Dahlia and the other girls, even back then she had been fascinated by the female form long before realizing she was attracted to it. She told herself she had just been a little curious. But it could have been so much more than that.
“You have no idea how much I would have lost my mind if you had fucked me back then,” she told her pointedly, grinning slowly, letting her eyes close again. She was getting close, closer, just thinking about it. She had been self-conscious back then, after she had Chase. But Dahlia always told her that she was beautiful, always reminded her, even before there had ever been a romantic subtext to it. Even back then, Dahlia had been confident, forward. She told it how it was and took what she wanted. “Just take me right up against the lockers. Or in one of the bathroom stalls. Can you imagine?”
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“Mhm,” Dahlia moaned, unable to say much else. Her mouth was otherwise occupied.
Dahlia knew Jenny’s body nearly as well as she knew her own. She knew every tremor, every subtle nuance that someone else would carelessly overlook as if Jenny wasn’t some beautiful fucking masterpiece that deserved to be explored and memorized. Worshipped. Dahlia could have spent days on end doing exactly this and never grow bored or desensitized to the beautiful blonde creature that laid spread open before her.
When she began to notice the tell-tale signs that Jenny was nearing the precipice of release, her mouth returned to its original place, licking even more fervently than before. Her fingers, having kept an easy pace just moments ago, now slammed into her wife almost viciously, forcing her closer and closer to the release that they both wanted for her. Dahlia wanted to watch her as she came - wanted to see her face tense and her thighs clench. Fuck, she even loved the way her toes curled.
“C’mon, baby,” she urged, words muffled as her tongue focused on Jenny’s clit, alternating between teasing flicks and vicious circles. Any thoughts of their earlier fight were forgotten; she couldn’t have even told Jenny what they fought about if she asked. It wasn’t important. The only thing of importance to Dahlia was her wife, and she had her wet and trembling and fuck, Dahlia didn’t know how she was so lucky to have someone like Jenny.
She would die without her.
--- In that moment. Jenny would have been hard pressed to remember the fight or just what it had been about. Her brain was sluggish, her thoughts hazy at best, and all of her attention focused onto Dahlia right then, what she was doing and how it felt, the way she seemingly feel it through her entire body. She finally did knock something over as she leaned back further on the table, her elbow bumping Dahlia’s glass of wine from earlier and spilling red all over the white tablecloth, but she didn’t seem to pay it any mind. Her wife’s increased enthusiasm was almost too intense, making the blonde cry out a little louder, her back arching up slightly from the table, hair spilling back over her shoulders.
Nobody knew their way around her body like Dahlia did. Nobody had ever taken the time to do more than explore, but learn like she had. She knew just the spots, and her roughly pushing fingers kept finding a particularly good one as the brunette continued her assault. Jenny’s breath caught in her throat momentarily, her head tipping back and eyes closing tightly once more as both of her hands found their way back to Dahlia’s hair, fingers tangling frantically into the dark strands.
It didn’t take much urging to push the blonde over the edge, her entire body predictably tensing up, muscles twitching and toes curling and the legs over her shoulders seeming to pull Dahlia in even closer. “Dahlia, fuck,” was all she managed to gasp out, eyes closed but seeing bright stars behind her lids, distinct warmth seeming to radiate from the pit of her stomach and over her entire body, right to her fingertips. But just a few seconds, and it was gone, done and over with, just leaving her reclined back on the table, feeling a out of breath and chilled, covered in a cold sweat as her brain caught up with her finally. “Holy shit,” the blonde exhaled after a beat, her eyes opening and staring up at the ceiling above her, a shaky smile crossing her lips.
“So that.. was something,” she managed to add after a moment, her hands still in Dahlia’s hair, but much gentler already; playing with it instead of pulling it. It had been a long time since her wife had made love to her like that, and it was something that she could get used to again. “Now, am I going to have to take you all the way upstairs to give you your turn? Because I’m not totally sure I can walk after that.”