Defender of the Rainbow (starlightlady) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-02-10 02:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, feyre archeron, theodora crain |
Who: Feyre and Theo
What: Nightclub and then 'dancing'
When: Recent
Where: A nightclub then Theo's place
Rating: High
Status: complete
Feyre had never actually gone clubbing before, but after some of her latest dreams she felt really alone. Well, alone despite her sisters.
She actually missed that asshole, Rhysand. For a Lord of Night, he was actually a decent person, and the people he surrounded himself with were pretty decent themselves.
Maybe she could blame Mor for dressing up and coming out. She loathed the idea of spending money she didn’t have, so she’d looked for a club without a cover charge for women and slipped inside.
Theo was a regular to clubs. Dancing had always been her outlet, even as a child. She tended to play music videos on TV and mimic the dancing in them when she was younger. She’d never taken dancing lesson, not really being that into it, but it was one of her outlets. And after her mother’s suicide and her subsequent seeing her mother’s ghost periodically, Theo had taken to clubs as an outlet.
Mediums weren’t exactly the most accepted people, so she held that close to her chest. But more than that, she was lesbian, something she hadn’t really told her siblings. Her younger sister and older brother had discovered it accidentally, but both of them had accepted it. Her younger brother seemed fine with it. But her older sister, that was a slightly different story. But Theo and Shirley had a rocky relationship as it was.
At any rate, Theo needed an outlet, so she’d dressed to go out. Halter top, nice jeans. She left her dark long, and she’d already been on the dancefloor letting loose. Though she stopped dancing and moved to the bar and ordered a drink. After getting it, she sipped at it and turned around, leaning one elbow on the bar as she looked over the crowd. A couple guys tried to get her attention, but Theo just looked away, giving them the cold shoulder.
A woman caught her eye, one that she almost instantly pegged for not being a regular at clubs. She’d been in them more than enough to recognize the type. Intrigued, she watched her, taking a longer drink before she decided to approach her.
“Hello,” she greeted loud enough to be heard over the music.
It felt like, in a way, that her life was in Limbo. Between the dreams, and the fact that her father might actually find work again, she wasn’t sure what to do with herself.
Feyre had never been in control of her life before and it was a little frightening.
She ran a hand through her hair, looking down at herself. The dress had come from her dreams, and was a near sheer, sparkling fabric that exposed most of her back, stomach and cleavage. Maybe it was a little much and she felt exposed but she liked the way people looked at her. Most of them even ignored the elaborate black inked tattoo that ran from her shoulder to her hand.
Even so, when someone spoke to her, she jumped.
Turning, she looked at the woman. “Uh. Hello.”
Theo didn’t always go all out for clubbing. She could’ve gone for a revealing dress, but she tended to prefer dressing for comfort as opposed to showing herself off. Besides, she didn’t always like people paying attention to her. Typical middle child, having been overshadowed by her older siblings and her younger ones had gotten all the attention. Though Theo well knew part of that was her own doing, she tended to keep herself distant from people, even her own family. She didn’t exactly like hugs.
The tattoo on the woman’s arm fascinated her, to be honest. Theo had always liked tattoos, the stories they told about the person wearing them. However, she didn’t have any herself. Instead of tattoos, she had multiple ear piercings. She had both a helix and a tragus piercing in each ear along with the standard lobe piercing. She’d been debating getting another piercing, perhaps one higher up on the lobe or a second helix. She hadn’t decided yet.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” she apologized with a smile. “I like your dress,” she complimented, eyes wandering a bit.
The tattoo was a series of lines and vines, roses and leaves, with an eye on her palm. Feyre looked her over, trying to get a read on her. “Thanks. It was… a gift from a friend.”
Close enough. She pushed some hair back past her ears, accidentally revealing their points, and in the process she started to take on an otherworldly air. Her cheeks were a little too sharp, her skin a little too smooth, her eyes a little too deep and glittering.
“They have good taste,” she responded. And, well, the reveal of the pointed ears was unexpected, but for the moment Theo was going to rationalize it away. After all, some people had pointier ears than others. There were also people into body modification and all of that. Perhaps this woman just wanted to be an elf? And really, there were worse things to be.
But she wasn’t going to start psychoanalyzing anyone. Theo had come out to let off some steam, not to mire herself in the psychological state of strangers. “Have you been here before?” She was curious, though it was also trying to get a feel for who the regulars were here. Theo hadn’t been to this club yet, she was still new and checking out all the clubs in the area to settle on which one would become her normal stomping ground.
As long as all the power that had been pumped into her when she’d been revived didn’t come out, Feyre was going to ignore her Fae state.
She shook her head. “No, this is new to me.” She looked around. “I’m usually too busy for this kind of thing. But I wanted to… do something for once.”
Feyre never got to do anything that wasn’t for her sisters or dad.
“Everyone needs an outlet now and then. So, you haven’t gone clubbing before? This place doesn’t seem too bad.” Compared to some clubs Theo had been in, this was a nicer one. Though she didn’t make a habit out of frequenting dives if she could help it.
“You have.” Feyre didn’t phrase it as a question. She squared her shoulders, and stepped a little closer to the woman. “How does this compare? You do this often?”
Squaring the shoulders went a long way to boosting confidence, and Theo kept her gaze on the other woman as she stepped closer. “This place is pretty nice, good atmosphere. I do it often enough that I like to know where the best clubs are.”
Not wanting to get into why exactly she was new at this, Feyre just nodded. “I’m Feyre.”
For the first time, she was self-conscious about her name. It definitely wasn’t an earth-name, but she supposed people had stranger names.
“Theodora,” she responded. She didn’t even blink at Feyre’s name. After all, Theodora was kind of an old fashioned name that went out of style a long time ago. And there were plenty of cultures on this planet, she didn’t know them all to really know whether Feyra was a name from this planet or not.
“Nice to meet you.” Theodora was an interesting name. It felt like it belonged to another era, but then, so did Feyre. At least Theodora was a little easier to pronounce. Feyre heard a lot of ‘fair’ and ‘fayrah’ instead of ‘fare-uh’.
“Do you want to… dance?”
Sometimes Theo wondered what had gotten into her parents when they named both her and her sister Nell. The other three had gotten names that didn’t sound like they were from a different time period. But that was neither here nor there, sometimes Theo liked being unique in that fashion. Though too many people tried to call her Theo, and she only approved of her family and friends calling her that. Everyone else was supposed to use her full name.
“I would love to,” she responded with a smile. She held her hand out to Feyre to head over to the dance floor.
Was she supposed to take Theo’s hand? Feyre didn’t have much in the way of social graces or experience. She was actually typically pretty blunt in most circumstances, though her dreams were teaching her to be a bit of a lady. So she just nodded and headed for the dance floor.
Some could consider it a miracle that Theo had any social graces given how stand-offish she was on a good day. Though a couple of her siblings might argue she didn’t actually have social graces because she wasn’t normal. And she wasn’t normal. She saw dead people, in a manner of speaking.
Theo headed over to the dance floor, finding a spot on it and quickly getting into sync with the music as she started to dance.
Feyre watched her for a moment, studying the way she moved and hoping she didn’t entirely make a fool of herself as she started to sway her hips to the music and to the way Theo was moving. She had a natural rhyme and quickly started to pick it up.
She watched Feyre, impressed with how easily she seemed to pick up the beat and moving to it. Some people had the talent of a natural rhythm. Others didn’t. Theo had it, and it seemed Feyre had it as well. She smiled, getting more into the beat and dancing a little closer to Feyre.
Maybe it was her Fae body. Maybe it was the way Rhysand and Morrigan and the others made her feel. Like she could live. Maybe that was a good sign, that she was making it past the worst of it.
She closed her eyes, body brushing against Theo’s as they got closer, as she did something she didn’t do that often. She laughed.
Theo wasn’t a control freak, but she did keep a very tight grip on herself and her emotions. Dancing was her release, or her escape depending on how things were going. Tonight, it was a release. She saw Feyre laugh, happy that she seemed to be enjoying herself. Theo brushed against the other woman as they danced.
The contact sent tingles running through Feyre, her skin goosebumping and a little surge running up her spine. She danced closer, though there was little choice with the crush of bodies around them.
Feyre felt a little more alive than she had that afternoon. She slipped her arms around Theo’s shoulders.
That was one thing that Theo loved about dancing at clubs, the bumping against people, though it was more enjoyable when she was dancing with someone instead of dancing alone. Of course, she was also touchy about her personal space. She didn’t like hugs, but sometimes she craved physical contact and being close to someone else. So she’d let Feyre dictate how close they got, mostly as Theo tended to be overly sensitive to people having personal boundaries.
So once Feyre put her arms around her shoulders, Theo slipped her arms around her waist, pulling her closer, causing them to brush and rub against each other more. It made Theo feel warm, like the sparks of a fire were starting to be ignited.
Feyre’s boundaries were usually pretty clear, and tonight they could be described as non-existent. She stifled a groan, not entirely sure what she was supposed to be doing and just letting her body move against Theo’s and respond to the other woman’s lead.
Theo kept her gaze on Feyre, both watching and feeling her body move against hers. Tonight, Theo wanted fire, and to indulge in whatever she could get. She smiled at how Feyre was keeping up and following her lead. “You’re doing well,” she complimented, hopefully easing any potential awkwardness the other woman might feel from going outside of her comfort zone.
“Thanks.” Feyre opened her eyes, voice breathless, meeting Theo’s as her body grew warm from proximity and contact. She’d needed this, she’d needed this and had not even realized it until now.
“You’re...very good.”
To be honest, Theo needed the human contact and the interaction with people outside of her work. “Thanks,” she responded with a smile, gazing at Feyre. She kept one arm around her waist, but she slid her other one to rest on Feyre’s hip.
The fabric of her clothing was thin enough that it felt like Theo’s touch was burning her. Feyre decided she quite liked fire. She kept her arms around Theo’s shoulders, and before she could think better of it, pulled Theo down to kiss her. She’d only kissed one woman before, and two people in total, so she hoped she wasn’t too bad at it.
Well, four, if one counted the dreams.
She returned the kiss, adding a bit of fire to it, testing things as it were. While Theo had been terrified to come out to her family, she didn’t give a crap about strangers seeing her kissing a woman. Feyre definitely wasn’t a bad kisser, and she let the kiss linger, keeping hold of the other woman while she still moved to the beat. Or tried to because now she was more focused on kissing Feyre than anything else.
Feyre found herself responding, her body grinding against Theo’s. She liked kissing, liked sex and all that came with it and could be, honestly, a little on the hedonistic side with the right partner. She hadn’t really met the right partner yet, though she had suspicions about where things were going with Rhysand. For some reason, thinking of him made her heart ache and she banished the thoughts, flicking her tongue against Theo’s lip.
Working in Feyre’s favor was that Theo was a giver. She prided herself in long sexual encounters, ensuring her partner was thoroughly and completely satisfied. And exhausted when all was said and done. The flick of Feyre’s tongue against her lip sent a jolt of energy through her, and she shuddered, a little groan coming out of her, though it wasn’t audible over the music in the club. In response, Theo flicked her tongue against Feyre’s lips.
Apparently, Feyre was a little kinkier and more open than she realized. Maybe it was her Fae heritage - Fae tended to be hyper sexual, especially the men--Males, she corrected herself. They were called Males for some reason.
And she didn’t want to think of them when Theo was doing that and her hand was there and pretty soon she wouldn’t be able to think at all, as she opened her mouth to Theo.
When Feyre opened her mouth, Theo slipped her tongue inside. This was getting rather hot and heated rather quickly. Perhaps it was the atmosphere of the club, the fact that Feyre was rubbing against her, or that Theo really needed some release after the stress of moving. In reality, it was probably a combination of all three.
She slid her hand from Feyre’s hip around to her ass, pulling her hips tighter against her. They would need to get a room shortly, but Theo didn’t quite want to break the kiss just yet.
Feyre’s groan rumbled in her throat and into Theo’s mouth, before sucking on her tongue. It took all her willpower not to grope her then and there. Well, she still grabbed at Theo’s hip, rocking her own. She was no longer just dancing, though she’d argue most of the people on the dance floor were practically fucking upright as well.
Theo groaned into Feyre’s mouth. She was definitely starting to need to go somewhere more private with Feyre. She rocked her hips against Feyre’s, another surge of fire rushing through her. After several more long moments, she finally broke the kiss, only pulling back far enough to look Feyre in the eyes. “Perhaps we should...go somewhere more private?” She asked, a bit breathless.
“We could just stay here,” Feyre said, not at all serious. She flashed Theo a teasing smile, her pupils dilated from need and hunger. “But I don’t know how far we’ll get.”
She laughed at the initial response. “Mm maybe we need a pit stop before we can make it somewhere else?” Somewhere that they could maybe have one little round to hold them until they got back to either of their places. “Did you drive here or take public transport?” It was an important question.
“A pit stop,” Feyre said, raising her eyebrows and feeling her body light up at the thought. “I took the bus, I don’t have a car.”
She wasn’t embarrassed to admit that, though she’d met a few people who would look down on her not having a car. Feyre didn’t think she’d ever get a car.
“I drove here. We can either attempt to make it to my car, or play it naughty and go for the restroom or something?” Theo asked, curious as to which one Feyre would like. She kept her close against her, not wanting to put much distance between them if she could help it.
“Car,” Feyre said, running her hand down Theo’s chest and across the curve of her breast and suddenly praying she wouldn’t be a disappointment.
Theo nodded, groaning and arching into Feyre’s touch. She kept an arm around her waist as she led Feyre from the dance floor and towards her car. She was already anticipating where this was going, and she was more than ready to completely rock Feyre’s world.
“I’ve only been with men,” Feyre said, nuzzling her mouth against Theo’s throat as they walked. She opted to include Tamlin in that, since that would raise her sexual partners to three; one in the waking world and two asleep. Well, hopefully four, Rhysand was the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen.
“But I’ve kissed a woman before you, and I know what I like. Just...don’t want to disappoint you.”
Now, while some lesbians might look down on the fact that Feyre had only been with men, Theo wasn’t one of those. After all, sexuality was complex, and it was a spectrum despite what some people thought.
“Don’t worry, there is a first time for everything.” Once outside, she turned her head and pressed her lips against Feyre’s ear. “I’m a giver,” she murmured. “Be vocal about what you want and want to try and we’ll go from there.” She said, hoping that would assuage some of Feyre’s potential nerves on not having been with a woman before. Upon reaching her car, she pinned Feyre against it with her body and kissed her again while she unlocked the car.
Oh god. this woman was going to kill her, and Feyre was kind of excited for that. The timber of her voice and the vibrations going through her ear made her skin light up. She was vocal all right,when Theo kissed her, wrapping her leg around her hip and returning the kiss with a loud, needy moan.
Oh Theo liked it when her partners were vocal. She groaned into the kiss, rocking her hips against Feyre as she dragged a hand down over her breast, then down her side and along the thigh of the leg that was wrapped around her.
It had been well over a year since someone outside her dreams had touched her, and Feyre responded by pressing into Theo’s hand. She rubbed her left hand experimentally over Theo’s breast, then squeezed.
Okay. Breasts were amazing.
Theo groaned again, pressing into Feyre’s touch. She broke the kiss and trailed her mouth down to Feyre’s neck, interchanging nips and licks along it. It might be a good idea to get in the car sooner rather than later.
“I… really can’t…” Feyre breathed, arching her back and tilting her head to the side to allow Theo more access to her neck. “Afford to get arrested, you know.”
She also wasn’t sure she’d still be able to stand upright if Theo let go of her.
Theo had to say getting arrested wouldn’t be a good thing for her either. She didn’t have a record, but as a psychologist, she needed to maintain some professionalism in her private life. “We should get somewhere more private, then,” she mumbled against Feyre’s neck.
Slipping an arm around Feyre’s waist, she pulled her upright and away from the car enough to open the door for Feyre to get in the passenger side.
“Lead on,” Feyre said, catching Theo by the back of the neck and kissing her hungrily, before slipping into the car. She leaned her head against the headrest, closing her eyes and trying to control her breathing.
It proved difficult.
She groaned, returning the hungry kiss. They definitely needed to get out of here and fast. Though Theo would at least obey the speed limit and traffic laws. There was no fun in risking an accident or getting pulled over when there were better things to be doing.
Going around and getting in the driver’s seat, Theo took a couple breaths as she buckled in and started the car. “Hope you don’t mind heading back to my place. It’s pretty close. I apologize in advance as I’m still unpacking from my move.” But her bedroom, and more importantly her bed, were largely clear so they’d have plenty of room in there.
“My place isn’t very private,” Feyre admitted. She really didn’t mind the idea of going somewhere else; the last thing she needed was to be grilled by Nesta. She was going to get the third degree anyway, but the last thing she wanted was to give her bitch of an oldest sister more ammunition.
She leaned in towards Theo, running her hand up and down her leg and hoping to be thoroughly distracting.
“Luckily, mine is,” she responded. Theo liked it that way. Unlike the rest of her siblings, Theo needed her space and tended to prefer being on her own. Plus having grown up with multiple siblings tended to put her off living with multiple people if she could help it.
The hand on her leg was definitely distracting. The car drifted in the lane briefly before Theo quickly corrected it before causing an accident. She started to push the speed limit a little, but not enough to get pulled over. Though before very long, they made it to Theo’s place. It was an apartment, a middle-of-the-road one. She could afford a nicer place, but she preferred saving her money as opposed to paying exorbitant rent.
“Here we are,” she said, pulling into a parking spot and getting out of the car to lead Feyre inside.
Feyre grinned a little viciously, continuing to tease and stroke Theo’s leg and thigh as she drove. If it took much longer she was going to explore even further, but luckily they arrived. She all but jumped out of the car, following Theo inside as her heart pounded.
Luckily, Theo’s building had an elevator in it. So once inside the building, she went and pushed the button for it, then pulled Feyre close against her. “Almost there,” she practically purred, giving Feyre a searing kiss, hand sliding down to her ass and squeezing it.
A shudder ran through Feyre, and she pressed into Theo, sliding her hands up her sides, then looping them around her shoulders as the kiss seared her down to her toes. God, she was horny, and she just hoped they made it inside before she embarrassed herself.
The Fae in her? Didn’t really care if they made it inside first.
When the elevator doors opened, Theo pulled Feyre into it and pressed the button for her floor. She broke the kiss and trailed her mouth down to Feyre’s neck. Her hands slid along her back, down to her ass. When the elevator doors opened again, Theo kept her mouth attached to Feyre’s neck as she led her down the hall to her apartment where she managed to get the door unlocked and open without much fumbling for where the lock was without pulling away from Feyre.
That was going to lead to a hickey and Feyre didn’t really care. She got one hand under Theo’s top, sliding it up her stomach and towards her breasts. She couldn’t remember of Theo was even wearing a bra. And again she didn’t care.
Her other hand came up to Theo’s hair, tangling in them. Feyre wondered what it would feel like to have Theo’s mouth at her ears and thought that alone would make her come undone.
Theo was not, in fact, wearing a bra. She moaned and arched into Feyre’s hand. Once inside the apartment, she slid her hands to search for a zipper or other way of extracting Feyre from her dress. Her mouth trailed to the other side of Feyre’s neck and nipped at it as she guided the way to her bedroom.
When her hand touched bare skin, Feyre shivered, pressing it into Theo’s breast and exploring it curiously as her nails dug into the woman’s scalp.
She nearly tripped over her dress as it fell off her body and clung to Theo. Feyre did not mind at all Theo taking the lead; she could switch roles easily and did enjoy being ravished.
She groaned as she felt Feyre exploring her breast, a little shudder running through her body at feeling the nails in her scalp. Once the dress was off, Theo trailed her hands over Feyre’s body. Once in the bedroom, she pushed Feyre back onto the bed, breaking her mouth away from her neck as she pulled away enough to take her halter top off and toss it aside before she came down on top of Feyre, hands roaming over her skin, and she groaned at the skin-to-skin sensation as she pressed their torsos together.
Except for the tattoo on her arm and hand, Feyre’s Fae body was unmarked and flawlessly smooth thanks to her ability to heal from all but the worse magical wounds.
No scars or imperfections, her breasts pert and firm. She arched into Theo’s touch, and let out pleased little grown when she was pushed onto the bed. Staring up, she watched Theo undress, eyes darkening to the color of the sea in a storm.
She reached out for Theo, wrapping her arms around her and kissing her deeply as the skin contact sent electric pulses through her body.
Aside from a few random scars received during routine playing as a child, Theo’s skin was also unmarred. She kissed Feyre back just as deeply, groaning into it as she pressed closer against the other woman. Her hands trailed down Feyre’s sides, exploring the curves of her body. While she was hungry to ravish Feyre, she did enjoy foreplay, and she preferred to take her time than to simply rush to the goal.
“Shit,” Feyre breathed, splaying her fingers along Theo’s arms. She couldn’t put into words how good it felt to be touched by someone. “Please don’t stop.”
Theo chuckled, trailed her mouth to Feyre’s ear. “I have no intentions of stopping,” she purred before she nipped at her earlobe. Her hands continued to explore Feyre, caressing every inch of skin that she could reach.
“Good.” Feyre purred back, tilting her head to the side as the teeth at her earlobe made her core throb. She brought her hands around, wanting to explore Theo’s torso and breasts, satisfied with her decision tonight already and quiet secure in her bisexuality.
Smirking, she flicked her tongue against Feyre’s earlobe, groaning and feeling trails of fire on her skin where the other woman’s hands were. She trailed her mouth down Feyre’s neck, shifting her body down a bit and trailed her tongue along Feyre’s collarbone.
“Tell me if I fuck up,” Feyre said, though it sounded like her ability to communicate with words was starting to falter. She’d only ever fantasized about other women, and read some things. She rolled one of Theo’s nipples carefully between two fingers. “But… quick learner.”
“Quick learner is good,” she responded, nipping at Feyre’s collarbone. She groaned upon feeling Feyre roll her nipple like that. God, she’d needed this. She needed the release, to get lost in someone else. Sometimes she got so wound up on keeping a grip on herself that she didn’t let herself have any fun.
“I’m trying…to…” Feyre breathed out, her eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of teeth on her collarbone. Instead of words, she spoke with her hands, concentrating on Theo’s breast with one and sliding the other between their bodies, along Theo’s abs then around to her hip. “Let loose.”
The muscles in her stomach quivered at Feyre’s touch, sending a jolt straight to her core. “I like it,” she responded as she trailed her mouth down to Feyre’s chest and to one of her breasts. She flicked her tongue against the nipple before she gave it a little nip. One of her hands slid up to palm Feyre’s other breast.
Grinning, Feyre squeezed at Theo’s breast, tilting her head back and groaning loudly. She was aware of the irony as she said. “I like where your attention is going.”
And her own attention was sliding that other hand along Theo’s thigh. And she was a little nervous as she traced her fingers along the skin where thigh and pelvis met.
Theo moaned, pressing into Feyre’s touch. She smirked, eyes lifting to glance at Feyre’s face. “You’ll like it even better when I get there,” she teased. She groaned, feeling those fingers along the skin where her thigh and pelvis met. She slid her hand from Feyre’s breast and replaced it with her mouth. Her other hand slid down along the outside of Feyre’s thigh, then back up to her hip.
Theo’s touch burned, and Feyre writhed her hips. She gasped, loudly, and seemed to be the kind of lover to be very encouraging. “God yes, just like that.”
But she went still, slightly, except for her hand and finger as she stroked it between Theo’s legs and breathed, “Like that?”
Theo moaned, feeling Feyre’s hand. She rocked her hips against her hand. “Yes, like that,” she breathed against Feyre’s breast. Then, as if she felt if she didn’t actually touch Feyre where she most likely wanted to be touched soon she’d start getting frustrated, Theo slid her own hand between Feyre’s legs, her finger moving along Feyre’s clit.
“Fuck..!” Feyre’s hips jerked suddenly at the sensation of another woman’s finger on her clit. For a few moments, Feyre’s senses were focused on that singular spot. She’d never been with someone who’d been that into touching her.
After a moment, she resumed her own touching, exploringly pushing a finger into Theo and muttering something unintelligible.
Theo had to smile at the reaction she got when she touched Feyre like that. While it had been a while since her first time of being with a woman, she well knew that it could definitely overload the senses. So she decided to take it a little slowly so Feyre could adjust.
She moaned, rocking her hips against Feyre’s hand, encouraging her to explore and touch whatever she wished to. Theo rubbed her finger against Feyre’s clit, adding a little more pressure and pace. She’d wait to slip a finger inside of her. After all, they had all night, and Theo was a giver. She liked to give her partners multiple orgasms.
It was already better than anyone else, even Tamlin. But Tamlin had been very possessive Alpha Male, and while Feyre enjoyed that immensely, he wasn’t always the most attentive lover or all that familiar with the clit and then things had gotten very sour very fast. Theo was an attentive breath of fresh air.
Gods, if she wasn’t sure she was bi before she sure as hell was sure now. Pressing her hand at Theo’s head, she nudged her against her breast encouragingly.
With the nudge, Theo smiled and flicked her tongue against Feyre’s nipple. She lifted her gaze to watch Feyre’s face as she picked up the pace and pressure on Feyre’s clit a bit more. She didn’t know how long it would be before Feyre hit her first orgasm, and she was curious to watch the reactions on her face.
She was close, and Feyre’s face contorted as the orgrasm washed over her, her head falling back as she let out a soft, low groan. And yet she could feel it building again and wondered if Theo was trying to kill her. Somewhere in the middle of that she begged her for more!
Watching Feyre’s face contort like that was a turn on in and of itself, though Theo had already been turned on well before that point. Smirking as she begged for more, Theo obliged. She caught Feyre’s nipple between her teeth and bit it a little as she replaced her finger with her thumb and slid a finger inside of Feyre.
Another jolt shot through Feyre as the painful pleasure of her nipple made just about her whole body throb. Theo’s timing was perfect, the finger filling her before she had a chance to come down from Theo’s teeth. “Oh holy shit.”
Giving up on trying to fuck Theo back, Feyre ran her hands up her back, then dug her fingers into the bed spread.
Oh Theo liked that reaction. She kept her thumb rubbing against Feyre’s clit and her finger started to slide in and out of her. She was searching for the most sensitive spots inside of her, wanting to give her as much pleasure as possible. She ran her tongue over the nipple she’d just bit.
The pressure was building again, the only thing that could possibly make this better would be if Theo added more fingers; but she was still hittings spots Feyre had only barely known existed. Her hands bunched up the sheets more and she gave up trying to be quiet, a filthy string of words falling from her mouth as she told Theo exactly how she wanted to be fucked.
That string of filthy words coming out of Feyre was quite the turn on. And Theo was more than happy to oblige what she said. She added another finger, moving her fingers faster and harder into her. Theo trailed nips along Feyre’s skin to her other breast where she bit on that nipple.
Feyre lost track of her orgasms after the third one, her fingers tearing holes in Theo’s blanket. She started to glow before she realized that was happening and clamped down on her power. This had the effect of clamping down on Theo’s fingers at the same time and rocking Feyre with the most intense orgasm of the night.
The tears in her blanket didn’t matter, they could be mended later. Right now, she was more than happy to just fuck Feyre into oblivion, and she was doing a damn good job of it, it seemed. Especially as she could tell she just had the most intense orgasm of the night. “Damn, now that makes me wonder how you’d react to my tongue between your legs,” she purred, gazing at Feyre. She’d noticed the glowing but she wasn’t about to stop this to ask about it.
She pushed herself up onto her elbows, staring up at Theo with a wide, surprised look on her face. “....really?”
Another thing Feyre’s lovers had always failed at trying.
“Yes, really. Do you want it?” She asked, gazing back at Feyre. Theo wouldn’t do it if Feyre didn’t want it. But she was more than willing to do so.
Feyre’s eyes almost seemed to take on the color of the night sky and glittered like constellations. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed rapidly. “Yes. Yes please.”
The color of her eyes was fascinating, and Theo smiled. “Then it will be my pleasure,” she responded, leaning in to kiss Feyre before she slid down. Theo settled in between Feyre’s legs, leaning in and letting her hot breath caress her core before she slid her tongue along her clit, taking a taste. She slid one hand up to palm and caress one of Feyre’s breasts.
“Hoo boy…” Feyre reached behind herself, pulling a pillow over to support herself a little. She spread her legs, hanging them over Theo’s shoulders and watching with nervous excitement. The first heat of her breath sent another jolt through her, and her hair waved like a soft breeze had come up. “Oh god.”
One hand kept caressing Feyre’s breast while she slid the other one between her legs. She did some rather lewd tongue tricks on Feyre’s clit as she slid two fingers back inside of her. She had to wonder just how loud Feyre could get. She didn’t care if her neighbors would complain or not. After all, people needed to have their fun now and then!
“Oh god,” Feyre repeated, the last word sounding breathless and needy. She rolled her hips, reaching for Theo’s head and tangling her fingers in it as hard as she dared. She felt like she was in going to float off the bed, like Theo was going to ruin her ability to walk.
The fingers in her hair only spurred Theo to give Feyre more. She kept doing absolutely lewd things to Feyre’s clit with her tongue while her fingers slid in and out of her, hitting against the sensitive spots she’d found.
“Theo,” Feyre moaned, writhing under Theo’s tongue, her words becoming a series of unintelligible words in a gradually increasing keening tone, until she was loud enough to really piss off the neighbors.
Theo increased her efforts, her moving more intently and her fingers moving faster and harder in and out of Feyre. The fingers of her other hand pinched and tugged at one of Feyre’s nipples. She rather enjoyed partners that were vocal and responsive to what she did.
Feyre stopped caring about being gentle with Theo’s hair, and stopped caring about little things like ‘glowing’ and that mysterious breeze suddenly blowing through the bedroom. The rougher and harder Theo went the more Feyre liked it and the more she let go, until she screamed Theo’s name, her orgasm hitting her hard enough to make her vision go white.
Theo moaned at the tugging of her hair. It only encouraged her to get rougher and harder with Feyre. She didn’t always get rough and hard with her partners, but she did like catering to what they liked. Within reason, obviously. There were things Theo definitely wouldn’t do, no matter how much her partner wanted it.
She kept her tongue and fingers moving until Feyre’s orgasm finished, she then lifted her head from her and slipped her fingers out of her. However, she didn’t yet move from between Feyre’s legs. “Do you need a breather?” She asked, voice a bit husky.
“I hnng fuck.” Feyre said, staring down at Theo like she was some kind of goddess come to earth bearing orgasms on her tongue. Finally, panting, she nodded.
At the nod, Theo crawled up and laid on the bed beside Feyre. “It certainly sounds as though you enjoyed that,” she said with a bit of a smirk. She probably didn’t need to say it, but she did feel on the playful side of things now.
“You think?” Feyre tried to roll over, and failed, instead flailing her hand at Theo’s body and stroking her hip. Her throat burned, but she had no regrets about that. “Just...just wait until I can move my legs again.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” Theo said with a chuckle. She reached out and trailed her fingers along Feyre’s stomach, lightly stroking over the soft skin there. She was curious to see how Feyre returned the favor, as it were.
A shiver ran through Feyre, the touch sparking some kind of reaction inside her and she started to feel her legs again. She rolled onto her side, stroking her hip and then kissing Theo.
Touch was very powerful like that. Sometimes the simplest touch could ignite a fire. Theo returned the kiss, slipping her hand over Feyre’s side and around to her back as she pressed closer to her.
This was almost as good as Theo’s mouth between her legs, in a strange way. The feel of their bodies together, skin against skin. Feyre lived for that sort of thing. She deepened the kiss, then started to push at Theo’s chest to get her onto her back, only to get distracted by her breasts.
She broke the kiss, and trailed her tongue down Theo’s throat, and nipped a line across her breast flicked her tongue at a nipple. “Fuck, you make me horny.”
As Feyre started to push her, Theo helped matters by rolling onto her back, pulling Feyre with her. She groaned as her mouth trailed its way down to one of her breasts. She slid a hand up and tangled her fingers into Feyre’s hair. “Good, that means I’m doing things right,” she responded as she pressed into Feyre’s touch.
She bit Theo’s nipple, sucking on it experimentally, her other hand trailing circles down Theo’s stomach. Feyre moved to the other breast, then bit that nipple a little harder.
She moaned at the bite to her nipple, her back arching a bit. A louder moan, paired with a little shudder, came from her when Feyre bit her other nipple a little harder. She pulled her head closer to her encouragingly. She felt her body start to burn with need and anticipation with where Feyre’s hand was going.
As if sensing that anticipation, Feyre stroked her finger between Theo’s legs, exploring the textures and wetness like she had earlier. She grew more aggressive with her teeth, siding a finger inside Theo and then pulling it out. She lifted her head to meet Theo’s eyes as sucked on her finger to taste her.
She shivered and moaned as Feyre’s finger explored her, which then grew louder as she got more aggressive with her teeth and slid a finger into her. She gazed up at Feyre’s her blue eyes darkened by lust. “Do you like it?” She breathed.
“Yeah.” Feyre’s voice was thick, her eyes just as dark as Theo’s. She liked to think she was talented with her tongue, so she let her bravado carry her as she kissed down Theo’s body. Oh, she wanted to spend more time with her breasts but another desire was consuming Feyre.
She settled in between Theo’s legs and peered up at her.
Again, she shivered in anticipation as Feyre kissed down her body. She spread her legs, giving Feyre room to settle in. Gazing down at her, she gave her an encouraging smile. God, she wanted her and she wanted to see what she was going to do.
Licking her lips and keeping her eyes on Theo’s, Feyre lowered her head and tasted Theo. She gripped Theo’s thighs, leaning in towards her as she mimicked some of what had been done to her. Mostly she tried to pay attention to Theo’s reactions and adjust accordingly, her tongue paying particular attention to Theo’s clit.
As much as Theo may have wanted to maintain eye contact, she couldn’t. She tilted her head back and moaned as she felt Feyre’s tongue on her. “Oh fuck,” she groaned as she rolled her hips against Feyre. She tangled one hand in Feyre’s hair, holding her head close and using her body, and the noises she made, to help guide her with where to go.
A little glad that Theo had gone first, Feyre moved her tongue faster, sliding in her finger, then a second. She swirled it around, then took Theo’s clit into her mouth and sucked while pumping her fingers. If that had damn near killed Feyre, maybe Theo would enjoy it too.
Now it was Theo’s turn to get loud. Her fingers pressed into the back of Feyre’s head, and her back arched. She felt an orgasm beginning to build. She definitely enjoyed what Feyre was doing to her. “Fuck,” she cursed. Which was one of Theo’s favorite swear words. She tended to use it a lot in all of its various meanings.
Feyre’s ‘oh fuck’ came out muffled at the pressure on the back of her head. She groaned, closing her eyes and getting really, really into pleasuring Theo, hooking her fingers in an effort to locate Theo’s g-spot and hoping for some beginner’s luck.
Theo’s hip bucked. Feyre was definitely a fast learner, and she was rather impressed. Sometimes there was more fumbling and uncertainty involved when being with a woman for the first time, but Feyre was doing well. She groaned, her free hand grabbing a fistful of the blanket.
All Feyre could focus on was the way Theo’s muscles kept tensing, the way she bucked and the sounds she made. It made her work faster, and harder, and she was loving every minute of driving this experienced woman to the edge and over it.
It didn’t take much longer before Theo cried out as her orgasm hit her. It was a release of more than just the building pressure Feyre had been adding to. And Theo wanted more, to come undone as much as possible.
Okay, was Theo trying to twist her head off with her thighs? Feyre didn’t actually mind, and she tried something different, pushing a third finger into Theo and lifting her head enough to look up her body.
She moaned as Feyre added a third finger. Oh she loved that Feyre wasn’t stopping. “Fuck yes,” she grunted. Theo’s breathing was heavy and somewhat short. She twisted her fingers in Feyre’s hair.
“Tell me what you want,” Feyre growled, her eyes the color of midnight as she looked up at Theo while fucking her with three fingers as hard as she could.
“More,” she grunted. Though at the moment, Theo didn’t have any specific wants, just that she wanted more. So for emphasis, she pulled Feyre’s head closer to her again, indicating she wanted to feel her tongue again.
Feyre laughed breezily against Theo’s clit before she sucked on it again. She didn’t think she could get a fourth finger in (and she wasn’t that adventurous just yet anyway), so she kept up a piston motion with her hand.
After Feyre started sucking on her clit again, it wasn’t long before a second orgasm hit Theo and she called out Feyre’s name. Her back arched off the bed, and her body shuddered as she took some heavy, deep breaths.
Oh god Feyre liked the sound of her name on someone else’s mouth. She groaned again, louder, brushing her teeth across Theo’s clit as it she had no intention of stopping without making Theo beg her for it.
And Feyre wasn’t stopping. Theo loved that, and she groaned, her hips bucking again at the feel of the teeth on her clit. She also gave a sharp tug to Feyre’s hair, appreciating her efforts.
Feyre realized that Theo probably wasn’t going to stop unless Feyre needed to stop, and even with superhuman endurance Feyre wasn’t so sure she’d be able to outlast the woman. Gradually, she tried to bring Theo back down before removing her fingers and shaking the cramp out of her hand.
There was another orgasm before Feyre finally pulled her hand away. Theo let go of Feyre’s hair and sunk into the bed, her body humming, breathing heavily as she tried to catch her breath. “Damn,” she murmured. And she’d definitely needed this, the release, everything.
Grinning, Feyre slid up Theo’s body, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before settling half on top of her and half against her side. She stroked Theo’s hip. “Gods, I needed this.”
Theo chuckled huskily, slipping an arm around Feyre, fingertips lightly running along her back. “You and me both,” she responded. “And you are a damn good quick learner.”
“Always was,” Feyre murmured, yawning and stretching against Theo. She was unsure if she was supposed to leave, or if she should leave regardless. But Theo’s skin still felt nice.
There were times when Theo tended to kick people out right after sex, but there were times when she didn’t. Right now? She didn’t feel like kicking Feyre out. “You can stay the night, if you want.” She felt like that should be said aloud so Feyre didn’t sit there wondering what was supposed to happen next or anything.
“Mm.” Feyre nuzzled her face into Theo’s breast, yawning again. Everything hurt, but in the good way. “If you’ve got eggs, I’ll make you breakfast. Best… scrambled eggs in the county.”
“You’ve got a deal,” she responded, closing her eyes. Theo’s body was buzzing, and she loved it. It was a release that she’d desperately needed.