Beth Cassidy wants to dance with the devil. (above_all) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-17 21:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, beth cassidy, motoko kusanagi |
Who: Beth and Motoko.
What: Beth doesn't remember she's taken and reverts to her old ways.
When: Friday afternoon.
Where: The beach.
Rating: R for handwaved unfs.
Status: Complete!
This had to be a better week. Her last one had ended with a bang (literally) and getting shot at again. It might very well be a ‘thing’ for her, but Motoko was determined to enjoy her next day off. She’d come to the beach, wearing sandals and a purple bikini. The last time she’d come to the beach, she’d flirted with a gay man.
God, she must have lost her touch on the cross-pacific flight.
Wrex was watching Elise, and Beth was taking a much deserved day off. She was on her back in her favorite bikini, sprawled and content. The sun made her sleepy and she smiled as she drowsed.
Mokoto pulled her sunglasses down as she walked past Beth sprawled in a bikini. She seemed to be dozing, and the Interpol agent couldn't help but admire the curves of her body. Men were nice, but women were perfect. She moved into the girl's sunlight, smirking, all long legs and toned torso and arms. "You're going to burn up if you just lay there like that."
Beth kept her eyes closed, smirking. “I have sunscreen on. But I could probably do to reapply, you’re right.” One eye opened. “Wanna help?”
Motoko's smirk turned into a hungry little grin. She sat down next to the girl. She couldn't wait to get her hands on her skin.
"Just doing my civic duty to reduce cancer rates." She winked, and pushed her sunglasses back into place. The better to leer with, my dear.
She didn't know why there wasn't some woman (Motoko was pretty sure this one liked breasts better than dicks) come rushing up to smack her. Wasn’t there an Alma or was she not remembering correctly? She wasn't going to argue. She picked up the lotion and rubbed it into her palms.
“Normally I don’t lay out, but the day’s so nice.” Beth rolled onto her stomach, knowing her bottom was pretty perfect too, wiggling a little.
Chewing her lips, she started to liberally rub the lotion into Beth’s back. “It’s a great day. Just warm enough, and there’s a bit of a breeze, and the view is incredible.” Motoko chuckled, her fingers dancing low on Beth’s back.
Sighing happily, Beth arched into the woman’s touch. “The ocean’s pretty, isn’t it?” She was good at coy.
son of a fuck Motoko swallowed a groan, fingers moving like little sparks down along the sides of Beth’s legs, then back up, slowly along her sides. “I’ve always enjoyed the motion of the waves.”
“Do you surf?” Beth was good at pretending she didn’t know what sex was, that she was just a virgin. Even as she spread her legs a little so the woman could spread tanning oil over her inner thighs.
"I've tried once or twice," she replied, wondering how she could card Beth without being entirely obvious of her intentions. Though they should be pretty obvious by now. As she stroked lotion-slippery fingers between Beth's thighs, she trailed her thumb into the little indent where leg and butt met.
This girl was good.
“There’s a girl in one of my lecture classes - I go to UCI - and she surfs constantly. She smells amazing. Like the ocean and sunshine, you know?” Letting the woman know she’s legal and interested in girls? All in one go. Beth was good.
Very good. Motoko immediately relaxed, and started to rub the lotion in with strong hands. They weren't perfectly smooth - she handled guns too much for that, but they were still soft in just the right places. Just like Beth was soft in all the right places. "If I'm going to be here all summer, I'll have to get into it. I need to stay in shape."
She moved to Beth’s legs and shook her head, a slightly delighted look on her face. They were magnificent.
“Mmm, thank you, Motoko.” Beth winked, letting the woman know that she remembered her.
“You’re welcome, tease,” Motoko replied, admiring the view with a slightly lecherous grin. “But I don’t really mind teases. They make the world more exciting.”
“I’m not a tease. I’m just very good.” She tossed her hair and bit her lower lip contentedly.
“That’s something a tease would say,” Motoko pointed out, as she started to lotion up her own arms, never taking her eyes off of Beth.
Beth smirked, sitting up and moving to help Motoko with her arms. She moved behind her, kissing Motoko’s earlobes as she massaged her arms. “And how do you know teases so well, hmm?”
"Because I used to be quite good at it myself." She closed her her eyes, shuddering at the softness of Beth's lips. She couldn't deny there were aspects to a woman's touch that men didn't quite compete with.
“Did you ever stop teasing and start delivering?” Beth took the sunscreen and started to do Motoko’s back.
“Yes. I think I was cursed on the flight over from Tokyo.” She grinned, arcing her back a little bit. It was as well toned as the rest of her.
“How so?” Beth appreciated the woman’s muscle tone. As someone who lifted weights often, Beth was a bit curious about how Motoko trained.
“My sex life has gone down the drain since I got here,” she explained. “I seem to pick people already taken. Or gay.”
“Do you need help?” Beth nipped lightly at the other woman’s earlobe.
“Didn’t..you.. weren’t you taken?” Motoko sounded a little breathless, and hopeful she wasn’t misremembering.
Beth blinked. “When?” She snorted. “Do I seem like the type of girl who gets taken?”
“Back when we were getting shot at. Some girl some people wanted.” She rolled her shoulders. “Ooh..right there...”
“I don’t - right here?” Beth smirked, focusing on the part of the back that was making Motoko moan. She upped the ante by kissing her neck at the same time.
“Alma or....Right there....god...” Motoko groaned, and dropped the subject of any potential girlfriends. She was so aching for touch that she was going to just assume she’d been mistaken. “Keep touching me like that and I’ll make sure you don’t regret it.”
“Told you my name is Beth,” the cheerleader smirked. She turned her head to kiss Motoko, chuckling to herself.
Motoko threaded her fingers into Beth’s hair, kissing her back expertly. She murmured against her lips, “Tell me there’s a place we can be alone on this beach.”
“No idea. My car?” Beth nipped Motoko’s lower lip, kissing her harder, pressing her down into the sand.
Wrapping an arm (and leg) around her, the cop groaned, hand sliding down to squeeze the flesh of her rear. “Car’s good.”
“Come on.” Beth stood up, stretching a little as she sauntered back to her vehicle.
Getting to her feet, Motoko followed gladly, eyes continuing to roam over Beth’s body. She moved like a tiger stalking prey.
Beth unlocked the car and climbed into the backseat, leaving the door open and her legs dangling out of it.
Kusangi slid in on top of Beth, kissing her thigh and her hip, then her stomach. She tugged the top of her swimsuit down and kissed a much more sensitive spot. She was leaving nothing to chance - they could be shot at any moment!
That just made Beth giggle for a moment before whimpering loudly. This woman wasn’t wasting any time. She tugged at Motoko’s hair, sighing.
She shifted to the side a bit, to get her hand between them, stroking up and down Beth’s body as she started to use her teeth, nipping lightly to gauge how much the girl could handle.
She could handle anything that Motoko could give her. She wrapped a leg over Motoko’s shoulder, smiling to herself. “Don’t hold back,” she murmured.
“Won’t.” Motoko bit harder, then lifted her head and caught Beth’s lips with her own. She had no intention of being lovey dovey, or gentle. She was hungry, and she wanted to feast.
Beth grinned, pulling the woman inside of the car and tugging her closer. “Shut the door,” she murmured. “And c’mere.”
Nearly an hour after the door shut, Motoko was rearranging her swimsuit, a smug and slightly delirious look on her face. She sat up and stretched, groaning. "Oh, can I keep you?"
“Nobody can keep me. But you’re welcome to borrow me from time to time,” Beth grinned. She checked her hair and toussled it a bit to make sure she still looked good.
She still looked good, Motoko thought. She flashed her a grin, and pushed open the car door. “A mutual trade from time to time?”
“I think that can be arranged,” Beth smirked. She got out of the door, snogging the older woman and reclaiming her towel before walking back toward the beach.
Grinning, she watched the teenager go, then stretched languidly. This had been a good day.