Fine, I’m picking you up
Who: Gaz and Bellatrix What: Coffee and trying to feel things When: A few weeks ago >.> Where: Coffee shop, then Bella’s place Status: complete Rating: R for smexy times
She was supposed to be in a grieving period, but she always wore black so it wasn’t hard to pull off. But even a grieving daughter needed coffee, so she walked into the shop to order something extra creamy, and take a moment to figure out just what was happening to her. What was she becoming? Why did that woman over there need to be bent over her knee and made to scream lustily?
Gaz walked into the coffee shop, standing in line, arms folded. Sometimes, people found her appearance strange - she wore black latex pants, stompy boots with a million buckles that wound up her calves and over her knees, and a black men’s undershirt, slashed so short that the lace of her purple bra was visible.
Tossing her blue hair, she snarled at the barista that she wanted two shots of espresso in a cup. She didn’t like any of the girlie foamy drinks.
Bellatrix found it fascinating. She made as bold a statement as Bella herself did, just from a different subculture. Bellatrix’s outfits tended to scream victorian Goth. Gaz seemed to be more modern Goth. “Someone piss in your cheerios today lovey?”
Gaz turned to the source of the question. “I’m awake, isn’t that reason enough?”
“My, aren’t you pleasant.” Bellatrix took a liking immediately, a bit like one would an usual specimen or magical creature.
“So they say,” Gaz snorted. She looked at the other woman appraisingly before taking her coffee and moving to sit down.
“Want company?” She took a seat anyway. “Thought I’d ask just to be polite, but really, I don’t give a shite.”
“Not really.” Gaz knew she wouldn’t ask; the other woman seemed like her, just less aggressively angry. “I’m Gaz.”
“Bellatrix. Like the bloody star.” She took a sip of her drink. “I’m still not sure who to blame for that one. Most of the family gets named after stellar objects.” It was nuts.
“Never heard of it.” Her full name was Gazlene, but she never went by it. She supposed she was pretty incendiary, really.
“Thank god.” She probably never heard her last name either, which was even better.
“You don’t recognize me. Good.” Gaz hated being an heiress. Everyone expected her to be Paris Friggin’ Hilton, and that made her angry. She couldn’t have been further from.
Bellatrix shrugged a shoulder. “I know what that’s like. You probably don’t get the religious shite though.” She blanched.
“No. I’d punch anyone who tried in the face.” Gaz was pretty open with her opinions.
“I should try that.” It might make dear Caprica cry though.
“It works pretty well.” Gaz smiled lopsidedly at the woman, a tiny thing.
“I can do better than a punch.” She mused, stroking a finger along her own chin. “But it might not be as satisfying.”
“Personal touch is always best,” Gaz murmured.
"Mm I'm a fan of personal," she replied, eyeing Gaz with an hungry gaze.
Gaz raised an eyebrow. “Right. Are you trying to pick me up?”
Was she? Bellatrix shrugged a bare shoulder. “Fine, I’m picking you up.”
“Do I have to talk to you after?” Gaz didn’t really think this woman would do feelings.
“Unless it’s ‘get the hell out’ then no.” Bella replied, licking her lips. “Or if you want to fuck again.”
“Good.” Gaz stood up and started out of the coffee shop. She didn’t particularly like this woman, but that wasn’t necessary.
Bella followed her with her eyes, then with her feet, walking with a lazy sort of hurry. This was, apparently, possible.
Gaz was waiting outside for the woman, still swigging her coffee. “Where to?”
“My place.” Bella put her hand on Gaz’s shoulder. There was a popping sound as the world swirled around them, and then they were standing in her bedroom.
That was new. Gaz blinked. “That must be handy.”
“Who needs a car anymore, right? Want something to drink or just want to get to it, lovey?”
Gaz leaned down to take off her boots, flopping onto Bella’s bed and sprawling out. “Guess.”
Grinning, Bellatrix pulled the lace out from her corset. It was probably good Gaz was laying down, any closer and she might have been blinded.
Gaz raised an eyebrow. “Damn. You must be sore a lot.”
Shimmying out of her skirt, Bellatrix laughed. “I have a really good seamstress, but she’s not that good a miracle worker.”
Standing up, the shorter, paler woman tugged her shirt off of her head. Her breasts weren’t tiny, but they were more proportional to her body. Her skirt took some wiggling out of, but Gaz managed.
Bellatrix found the piercings fascinating, and a little hot. She was considering the idea for herself. But first she was going to see if a little shock might not be unwelcome. She licked her lips. This was going to be fun.
Gaz didn’t just have her nipples, as evidenced by her wiggling out of her panties and laying back down. She stretched a little, looking up at her. “Well?”
She licked her lips, considering for a moment the conductive nature of metal. “Do you like a little bit of pain with your pleasure?”
“My nipples are pierced, so’s my hood. Guess.” Gaz rolled her eyes.
Bellatrix bent over, wriggling her arse as she did so. Then she straightened, turned, and pointed her wand right at Gaz’s right nipple. There was a bolt of light, then a shock.
Arching her back, Gaz grinned. This wasn’t anything she was unfamiliar with, though she was used to being flogged first. “You have a ... magic wand,” she panted. “What the hell.”
“I’m a witch.” She crawled into the bed, eyes flashing as she leaned in to kiss the woman. “You haven’t seen anything yet, lovey...”
Kissing back, Gaz realized she hadn’t had sex in about six months. It was enough to drive someone crazy. “People usually say I’m a witch.”
“Mmm..” Bellatrix’s hands started to get explorey. A side of herself had been awakened lately, with her committing murder, and her seeking out women who weren’t Caprica. She wasn’t sure she wanted to go back. She zapped with another spell, this one aimed lower.
Gaz didn’t even need convincing. The woman was shooting lightning out of a wooden object. Wood didn’t conduct electricity. She was a witch. Then the spell aimed lower made her sigh, arching her back and reaching out to run her fingers up and down Bella’s thighs.
The witch shivered. Gaz was clearly experienced, and she could use someone with experience right now. She kissed her again, moving the wand lower, and then doing something very, very dirty with the wand.
Canting her hips into her touch, Gaz laughed. “Something tells me that’s not what they’re for.”
“I break all the rules,” Bellatrix replied. “Now shut your bloody yap unless you’re moaning.”
“Make me,” Gaz groaned.
She kissed her hard, pushing the wand deeper and swirling it around, shooting off little mostly harmless hexes as she did so.
Shuddering into the kiss, Gaz pulled her closer, tugging hard at her hair and getting her to move up along her body. “C’mere,” she growled.
Bellatrix obeyed, with the sort of ready speed that surprised her. Of course, she really was just a follower, at heart....
Once the woman was hovering over her, Gaz reached up to pull her down to her lips. The woman seemed to need the release, and Gaz liked it this way better anyway. It made it where there was only one thing in the world she could focus on, only the rocking of the woman’s hips against her nose, the sound of blood in her ears.
It wasn’t just the sound of blood that Bellatrix gave Gaz. The woman had lungs, and this was so incredibly hot that she stopped thinking and just went with it.
Gaz grinned for a moment, pausing only to breathe, using her fingers as well. Was this lady a virgin?
“Right there,” Bella gasped, throwing her head back and rocking her hips. “Shite why haven’t I tried this position before??”
“Mumphummoo.” It was meant to be “I don’t know”, but it came out muffled.
Bellatrix almost started to laugh. Which would have been bad as she would have kept on laughing and been unable to stop.
By the time they’d exhausted themselves, Bellatrix felt quite a bit better, and she did laugh. That didn’t stop her from kicking Gaz out, though. Not by a long shot.