Heavy Lies the Crown 6/9
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whedonistTitle: Heavy Lies the Crown
Fandom: Nikki & Nora
Rating: All over R – some parts more racy than others & some parts way less.
Disclaimer: Nikki & Nora along with all the other characters from the pilot do not belong to me. They belong to Nancylee Myatt and others that I don’t know, but if in the off chance they want to get together for a chat I’m here. Then we can discuss why the execs at the T.V. station didn’t pick up the series and perhaps whap them about the face with a dead carp. It’s a just punishment for the crime. =0)
A/N: Not much to say this morning. I should warn you, the last scene in the chapter’s pretty much smut. Read and enjoy. Oh, and uh, Happy New Year!
Ch. 6 – Red Letter Day
“Nora,” Linda says my name with a slight southern drawl, “Why I love you like you were my own, you and Jill are about as useless in the kitchen as tits on a boar hog.” She slips the spatula from my fingers, bumps me with her hip and takes over cooking the eggs and bacon.
“Hey,” I huff, but decide to leave her to it. I’d rather let her cook anyhow. It’s not one of my favorite duties.
“Hush, and go check on my husband and daughter,” she orders.
I know better than to argue with the woman so I raise my hands and skitter from the kitchen only to run in to Jill coming down the hallway, sporting cut-off jean shorts and a worn Nashville Pussy t-shirt, declaring, ‘In Lust We Trust’. I roll my eyes and she shoots me a grin. “He just fell back asleep,” she whispers.
I nod and we slip into the living room only to collapse on the couch together. Her head nestles into the crook of my shoulder as I wrap my arms around her. “At least he got to come home,” I remind her and peck the top of her head.
Barring any major infections, the bypass surgery was a success and his immune system kicked in two days ago. We have instructions from the doctor about nothing but rest for the man so I’m taking it as a good thing.
I think Jill and Linda were glowing when we left the hospital this morning while John was being wheeled out by a jaunty Lee in front of them.
“Yeah,” she yawns, “Mom’ll be able to sleep and I might even let us go back to the house for a decent night’s sleep.”
I shrug. “It really hasn’t been that bad. Now granted, I haven’t slept in a twin bed since I was in high school, but…” I give her shoulders a squeeze, “Just count your blessings I like to be used as a pillow.”
She smiles up at me and pecks my cheek. “I’d promise you my first born, but…”
I quirk an eyebrow down at her and she giggles. “You and Ann have been talking about that?”
She shakes her head emphatically and scrunches her face. “So not my thing. I can’t keep a fish alive or a house plant.”
“Yeah, but what about Ann?” I ask. Ann’s never showed much interest in kids so I can’t imagine she’d want children.
Jill’s lips purse and she shrugs. “It’s kind of hard to say. She’ll make comments about how neat it would be to see a little me running around. Between us, I think she has a thing for the glasses I wore in grade school, but then I say that having a little her running around with her brown mop and bright blues would be cuter. She shuts up pretty fast after that.”
“Hmm,” I hum, not too sure what to make of that. In fact, I’m a little too preoccupied by Jill’s disclosure that I only hear the word ‘kids’ and I ask, “Huh?”
Rolling her eyes, she pokes my side and asks again, “What about you and Nikki?”
“Not even a topic of discussion,” I say firmly.
“Even with all your mom’s pushing?” she asks knowing full well some of the stunts my mom’s pulled in the past. Sperm donor pamphlets, guerilla style doctor appointments, adoption paperwork…she’s finally calmed down a little over the past few years. More so recently because of Patrick’s and Chris’ daughter.
“She’s quieted down some, thank God.” I plant my tongue in my cheek, tensing up.
“What?” Jill asks, shifting up and propping an elbow on the back of the couch. “You want kids?”
I shake my head, nowhere near ready to open up that can and sigh. “You know that Nik’s family’s been giving her a hard time?” Seeing the nod, I continue, “Well, I just get the sense that they’re…I dunno. They’re fucking with her…”
“Language,” Linda chides from the entryway to the living room. “And breakfast is ready.”
“They’re messing with her,” I correct myself as Jill and I stand, carrying the conversation through the hallway and in to the kitchen where Linda’s set the small table up with our food. “Thank you,” I say to her. She just smiles a version of a grin I’ve seen Jill use and I continue, “So,” I sit down and tug at my lower lip, “Coming out at work seems to be the only thing I can think of, I’ve told her I’m ready, but she said no.”
Mother and daughter give me wide eyes. They know that this has been an issue with Nikki and me. I’ve bitched enough. Nikki’s bitched enough.
“Why?” Jill asks.
Why what?
Why’d I offer?
Why’d she decline?
I go with the question I can answer, “I offered because if that bi…woman is intent on causing Nikki grief, the only thing she has to hold over her head is me. Her relationship with me. And the problems that could cause at work.” I shrug and take a bite of egg. After swallowing, I finish, “I figure, let’s take away the power she has and either she starts acting right or stops talking to Nikki altogether.”
Around a mouth full of food, Jill manages a graceless, “Won’t that cause a shit load of problems for you two?”
I don’t even see Linda move, but I hear the smack and squeak from Jill. “First, no talking with your mouthful and two watch your language, Jillian Lee. I’m sure I can find a nice dirty bar of soap for that mouth.” Linda jabs her fork at her daughter for added emphasis.
Jill just rubs her arm and then opens her mouth to show off her half-full mouth.
“Oh dear Lord, give me strength,” her mother pleads, shielding her face with her hand and shaking her head. “You’d think a pack of wolves raised her.”
Jill winks at me and smiles triumphantly, mouth firmly closed.
I clear my throat and finally answer, “Yeah. I’d need to talk with Dan, Benny and Dom. Give them a heads up. Nikki and I would do a formal allocution and from there…” I hold my hands up. “It could be as easy as that with nothing serious happening, we could be transferred or lose our jobs.”
“And your coworkers?” Linda asks at the same time as Jill asks, “You’re willing to risk your job?”
I decide Linda should be answered first, “Some know and couldn’t care less. Some don’t and I don’t care what they have to say. As for my job…she’s more important. I don’t want to throw it all away, but if it comes down to it, it’s not even a contest.”
Both women beam proudly at my admission and I have the good sense to duck my head to try and hide the blush.
I’ve thought about our situation a lot. Over six years you tend to analyze and reanalyze and over analyze. After everything, the only thing I’ve come to is that Nikki was worth the risk years ago and she’ll always be worth it.
I just don’t know what’s holding her back now.
“Why Sugga, those might be the most romantic words you’ve ever uttered in my presence,” I hear a voice behind me speak and my head whips around. Nikki’s propped in the frame of the backdoor.
“Nikki!” Jill squeals and goes to rush my lover, but Nikki holds her off at arm’s length.
“Down girl,” Nikki smiles and backs Jill up, “I’ve brought someone you want to see more.” Nikki enters and trailing behind her, Ann comes shuffling in.
It takes the three of us a second to notice Ann’s face and then we’re all speaking at once, “Are you okay?”
“Baby, what happened?”
“Ann Louise Flemming, you owe us an explanation right this second,” Linda manages above the questions of concern Jill and I get in.
I, at some point, got up from my seat and only now realize I have a death grip on Ann’s right arm while Jill has one on her left. Ann is prepared for pretty much everything, but Nikki swoops in and comes between Jill, Linda and me. “Give the woman some room and Linda breakfast smells delicious.”
“There’s enough for you two. Now sit down and start talking Ann Louise,” Linda’s tone leaves no room for argument or stalling.
Nikki turns to the stove with two empty plates she grabs from the dish rack. Jill already has two chairs added to the table and sits down next to her wife. Ann’s unfortunate enough sit between me and her wife, who inspects her battered face.
“Luce and I were running through Harrod’s after our unsub. They darted through a sporting goods store and he felt it would be interesting to see what kind of impression a snowboard would make on someone’s face.” Ann points to the mess that is the upper half of her face and shrugs. “I was the guinea pig.”
“So is this why I didn’t hear from you for three days?” Jill clips, eyes narrowed.
Oh. Boy.
I know that look.
I scoot back from them and think about the first time I saw that look. At a bar in the Quarter, me, Jill, Ann and Casey were out having a good time when this perky blonde bimbo wouldn’t leave Ann alone.
It actually bordered on harassment. The last straw was the bimbo pulled Ann away from Jill and shoved her head in Ann’s chest.
The bimbo left with a more than likely permanent limp and a missing tooth.
“Well, uhm,” Ann stalls licking her lips, “I was at the hospital and begged John, Lucy and Travis not to call. I was fine. Sore and had a hard time talking. But,” Ann smiles and plays with Jill’s wedding band, “If it makes you feel any better, the man had to be taken out on a stretcher. John put him through double glass doors.”
The narrowed eyes become slits.
“John’s in trouble when I see him,” is all Jill says.
“So, nothing else?” Linda asks as she gathers the plates and puts them in the sink.
“Nope, John also has me going to a plastic surgeon friend of Becca’s to check on my nose and the stitches in my face so, on that, I’m all taken care of.” Ann tries to smile encouragingly at her wife, but the response is less than stellar. Sighing, she motions for Jill to stand. “Come on.”
I watch Jill follow her wife out the backdoor. Nikki and I wince as the garage door slams shut.
“I’m going to check on John. You two behave out here,” Linda warns pointing between Nikki and me.
I look to Nikki propped back against the kitchen sink, sipping on a cup of coffee.
“So,” I say as Linda disappears.
“Jill going to kill Ann? Should we be worried?” Nikki asks setting the cup of coffee on the counter and sauntering up to me. Her legs surround mine, lowering herself in my lap to straddle me on the chair. Automatically, my hands grab her hips to help support her as her arms rest on my shoulders, linking her fingers behind my neck.
“They’ll live,” I rethink my statement as I hear a ‘Goddamnit, Ann!’ and amend, “I’m pretty sure they’ll live. But I’d like to know what you’re doing here.” I peck the tip of her nose earning me a smile from my partner.
“John thought it’d be good for Ann to have back up, so he pulled some strings with a buddy from the N.S.A. and Ann had me escorted to the airport for pick up. Dan and the rest of the department think I’ve been collared into working for the Feds,” Nikki answers.
I rest my forehead against hers and breathe her in. I should be annoyed that Ann and John did that. It’s not fair to our team.
Our lips meet.
I part mine accepting her questing tongue, I feel a rightness settle in the pit of my stomach and a pressure ease from my chest.
Screw indignation. Overrated anyhow.
I stretch on our bed at Ann and Jill’s house. While I didn’t mind the twin, this one is far more comfortable. A few of my vertebrae pop when my fingertips graze the headboard. Sighing, I roll to my right and prop my head in my hands waiting on Nikki to finish up in the bathroom.
I look around our room, the designated space Ann insisted that I get for visits up here and grin. Jill and her kept it pretty simple and I’m glad they did. The room’s done in dark oak and shades of green. It’s also positioned the furthest away from the entrance to the house and far enough away from the master bedroom that Nikki and I don’t have to be too quiet.
The idea that the girls insisted we come here for tonight was a great suggestion. Big bed, big room and Nikki next to me. Can’t lose. Linda and John’s house is nice for a family of three, but with six grown adults…
Crowded kind of covered it and that’s not even taking into consideration Lee popping over when he has the time.
“You know Jill better than me,” Nikki says sauntering out from the bathroom. She motions me to sit up and asks, “She’s not going to kill anyone, is she?”
I shake my head and let her position me towards the center of the bed Indian style. She crawls up the mattress, into my lap and position herself so that her knees are braced on the outside of my thighs. Towering above me, she runs her fingers through my hair lightly scratching my scalp as her fingers work backwards.
I blink and look up at her smiling down at me. “Hi,” I say, leaning up, kissing the underside of her jaw.
“Hmm, hello to you too,” she purrs as my lips work their way down her slender neck, nibbling at the muscle corded underneath the soft skin I find.
“I missed you,” I mumble. I pull her tank top down and pepper her chest with kisses swooping around to begin my assent up the opposite side of her neck. Her hands bunch in my hair and I grin.
“Mmiissssedd y-you too,” she stammers as I nip at her collarbone.
She pulls me away from my assault on her neck and nibbles my bottom lip. Her lips cover my own. The familiar, heady haze they bring flood the little bit of coherency I have. I opt to feel her instead. How her body presses into mine, the slow grind of her hips against my body. Even the lingering taste of her toothpaste mixed with pure Nikki excites me.
She pulls back from me, allowing us both a moment to catch our breaths. It finally registers just how warm it’s gotten in here since she came out of the restroom. “I think we’re over dressed,” I murmur against her lips. She nods, pulling away from me to pull the tank top she’s wearing over head.
I mirror her actions and am quickly enamored with the site in front of me. Unable to resist, I lean forward and press my face in the valley of her breasts and turn my head, laying a series of wet kisses to the side and around her right breast to gather her nipple in my mouth.
Her hands find purchase in my hair once again as I lave attention to the sweet, pebbled flesh in my mouth, alternating between flicking and nibbling it before sucking on it hard enough to make her hips buck.
She came out in a cute pair of boy shorts.
They aren’t near robust enough to mask her arousal dampening the crotch.
I smile, releasing the right nipple to work my way across to her left, offering it the same attention. She moans and hisses, “Nora,” into my hair. Her cheek rests atop my head. Encouraging the slow grinding rhythm of her hips, I dig my nails in to her soft curves to urge her along. My other hand rakes down her back, scraping the flesh and kneading the small of her back.
I pull her back, cupping her neck in my hands as I lean forward and lay a series of sloppy kisses down the center of her breasts and stomach. I can’t decide if I want to taste her first or not. The idea of running my tongue through, around and in her sends a succession of shocks to my needful center.
I know one thing, “You need to get rid of the shorts, baby,” I plead. Her hips stop moving and she leans up on her knees. I take the shorts down part way before she sits down on my lap. I manage to get them off her one leg at a time. The flimsy material is tossed over my shoulder to the floor. “I don’t even know why you bothered.”
She chuckles as she resumes her original position of half kneeling, half sitting on me. She slides her center down my tummy and I groan, “Fuck.”
“Don’t mind if we do,” she laughs at me and pulls my head back to capture my lips.
Her hips start in earnest as our tongues slide together.
Oh, just fuck me.
I can’t…
I wrap my left hand around her hips and hold on to her. My lower half finds a rhythm to match hers.
Breaking away, she keens, “Please, Nora, I need…”
She doesn’t need to finish that thought as I nod and snake my free hand between us. My middle and index become a team and glide through her center. I toy with her clit, rubbing the swollen bundle. She gasps into my mouth and bites down on my lower lip.
I need to be…
Two fingers find her opening, press inside and curl up. Thankfully, I don’t need to move my hand much when she begins to ride my fingers.
“More,” she gasps, shuddering as her body arcs back leaving me to let my mouth work over her beautiful chest.
I slip my ring finger in with my index and middle, stretching her a little wider. She growls a half intelligible, “Yes,” before she starts a firmer pace. She pulls my fingers in deeper with each downward thrust of her hips and I stretch my thumb back to toy with her clit. I hit the swollen, twitching bundle when she jerks down on my hand.
“Fuck, yes,” she hisses and I groan around a mouthful of her breast.
She’s so close and all I want to do is send her crashing. I plead, “Cum for me baby, please.”
It’s like magic. All it takes is that little bit of encouragement from me. Nikki leans forward to plunder my mouth. Her hips jerk on my hand while my thumb grinds into her clit. She clamps down around my fingers, taking me in well passed the third knuckle. I hang on, riding out her orgasm.
The coppery taste of blood tickles over my tongue, I’m not sure if it’s hers or mine.
Wrenching her mouth away from me, she buries her face into the crook of my neck as the last few ripples of her release ease and we still. The blood rushes through, pounding in my ears, but it can’t drown out our ragged breaths or the steady thump of Nikki’s racing heart.
I kiss the side of her head and mumble, “I love you, Nikki.”
She nods, kissing my neck in response. I’ll allow her a few minutes to recover, but this is far from over. After a few moments of respite, she realizes what I’m planning as I twist us around and lay her on her back.
“I’m not done with you yet, Ms. Beaumont,” I grin down at her, lick my lips and laugh as her eyes go wide.
Next>>>
Fandom: Nikki & Nora
Rating: All over R – some parts more racy than others & some parts way less.
Disclaimer: Nikki & Nora along with all the other characters from the pilot do not belong to me. They belong to Nancylee Myatt and others that I don’t know, but if in the off chance they want to get together for a chat I’m here. Then we can discuss why the execs at the T.V. station didn’t pick up the series and perhaps whap them about the face with a dead carp. It’s a just punishment for the crime. =0)
A/N: Not much to say this morning. I should warn you, the last scene in the chapter’s pretty much smut. Read and enjoy. Oh, and uh, Happy New Year!
“Nora,” Linda says my name with a slight southern drawl, “Why I love you like you were my own, you and Jill are about as useless in the kitchen as tits on a boar hog.” She slips the spatula from my fingers, bumps me with her hip and takes over cooking the eggs and bacon.
“Hey,” I huff, but decide to leave her to it. I’d rather let her cook anyhow. It’s not one of my favorite duties.
“Hush, and go check on my husband and daughter,” she orders.
I know better than to argue with the woman so I raise my hands and skitter from the kitchen only to run in to Jill coming down the hallway, sporting cut-off jean shorts and a worn Nashville Pussy t-shirt, declaring, ‘In Lust We Trust’. I roll my eyes and she shoots me a grin. “He just fell back asleep,” she whispers.
I nod and we slip into the living room only to collapse on the couch together. Her head nestles into the crook of my shoulder as I wrap my arms around her. “At least he got to come home,” I remind her and peck the top of her head.
Barring any major infections, the bypass surgery was a success and his immune system kicked in two days ago. We have instructions from the doctor about nothing but rest for the man so I’m taking it as a good thing.
I think Jill and Linda were glowing when we left the hospital this morning while John was being wheeled out by a jaunty Lee in front of them.
“Yeah,” she yawns, “Mom’ll be able to sleep and I might even let us go back to the house for a decent night’s sleep.”
I shrug. “It really hasn’t been that bad. Now granted, I haven’t slept in a twin bed since I was in high school, but…” I give her shoulders a squeeze, “Just count your blessings I like to be used as a pillow.”
She smiles up at me and pecks my cheek. “I’d promise you my first born, but…”
I quirk an eyebrow down at her and she giggles. “You and Ann have been talking about that?”
She shakes her head emphatically and scrunches her face. “So not my thing. I can’t keep a fish alive or a house plant.”
“Yeah, but what about Ann?” I ask. Ann’s never showed much interest in kids so I can’t imagine she’d want children.
Jill’s lips purse and she shrugs. “It’s kind of hard to say. She’ll make comments about how neat it would be to see a little me running around. Between us, I think she has a thing for the glasses I wore in grade school, but then I say that having a little her running around with her brown mop and bright blues would be cuter. She shuts up pretty fast after that.”
“Hmm,” I hum, not too sure what to make of that. In fact, I’m a little too preoccupied by Jill’s disclosure that I only hear the word ‘kids’ and I ask, “Huh?”
Rolling her eyes, she pokes my side and asks again, “What about you and Nikki?”
“Not even a topic of discussion,” I say firmly.
“Even with all your mom’s pushing?” she asks knowing full well some of the stunts my mom’s pulled in the past. Sperm donor pamphlets, guerilla style doctor appointments, adoption paperwork…she’s finally calmed down a little over the past few years. More so recently because of Patrick’s and Chris’ daughter.
“She’s quieted down some, thank God.” I plant my tongue in my cheek, tensing up.
“What?” Jill asks, shifting up and propping an elbow on the back of the couch. “You want kids?”
I shake my head, nowhere near ready to open up that can and sigh. “You know that Nik’s family’s been giving her a hard time?” Seeing the nod, I continue, “Well, I just get the sense that they’re…I dunno. They’re fucking with her…”
“Language,” Linda chides from the entryway to the living room. “And breakfast is ready.”
“They’re messing with her,” I correct myself as Jill and I stand, carrying the conversation through the hallway and in to the kitchen where Linda’s set the small table up with our food. “Thank you,” I say to her. She just smiles a version of a grin I’ve seen Jill use and I continue, “So,” I sit down and tug at my lower lip, “Coming out at work seems to be the only thing I can think of, I’ve told her I’m ready, but she said no.”
Mother and daughter give me wide eyes. They know that this has been an issue with Nikki and me. I’ve bitched enough. Nikki’s bitched enough.
“Why?” Jill asks.
Why what?
Why’d I offer?
Why’d she decline?
I go with the question I can answer, “I offered because if that bi…woman is intent on causing Nikki grief, the only thing she has to hold over her head is me. Her relationship with me. And the problems that could cause at work.” I shrug and take a bite of egg. After swallowing, I finish, “I figure, let’s take away the power she has and either she starts acting right or stops talking to Nikki altogether.”
Around a mouth full of food, Jill manages a graceless, “Won’t that cause a shit load of problems for you two?”
I don’t even see Linda move, but I hear the smack and squeak from Jill. “First, no talking with your mouthful and two watch your language, Jillian Lee. I’m sure I can find a nice dirty bar of soap for that mouth.” Linda jabs her fork at her daughter for added emphasis.
Jill just rubs her arm and then opens her mouth to show off her half-full mouth.
“Oh dear Lord, give me strength,” her mother pleads, shielding her face with her hand and shaking her head. “You’d think a pack of wolves raised her.”
Jill winks at me and smiles triumphantly, mouth firmly closed.
I clear my throat and finally answer, “Yeah. I’d need to talk with Dan, Benny and Dom. Give them a heads up. Nikki and I would do a formal allocution and from there…” I hold my hands up. “It could be as easy as that with nothing serious happening, we could be transferred or lose our jobs.”
“And your coworkers?” Linda asks at the same time as Jill asks, “You’re willing to risk your job?”
I decide Linda should be answered first, “Some know and couldn’t care less. Some don’t and I don’t care what they have to say. As for my job…she’s more important. I don’t want to throw it all away, but if it comes down to it, it’s not even a contest.”
Both women beam proudly at my admission and I have the good sense to duck my head to try and hide the blush.
I’ve thought about our situation a lot. Over six years you tend to analyze and reanalyze and over analyze. After everything, the only thing I’ve come to is that Nikki was worth the risk years ago and she’ll always be worth it.
I just don’t know what’s holding her back now.
“Why Sugga, those might be the most romantic words you’ve ever uttered in my presence,” I hear a voice behind me speak and my head whips around. Nikki’s propped in the frame of the backdoor.
“Nikki!” Jill squeals and goes to rush my lover, but Nikki holds her off at arm’s length.
“Down girl,” Nikki smiles and backs Jill up, “I’ve brought someone you want to see more.” Nikki enters and trailing behind her, Ann comes shuffling in.
It takes the three of us a second to notice Ann’s face and then we’re all speaking at once, “Are you okay?”
“Baby, what happened?”
“Ann Louise Flemming, you owe us an explanation right this second,” Linda manages above the questions of concern Jill and I get in.
I, at some point, got up from my seat and only now realize I have a death grip on Ann’s right arm while Jill has one on her left. Ann is prepared for pretty much everything, but Nikki swoops in and comes between Jill, Linda and me. “Give the woman some room and Linda breakfast smells delicious.”
“There’s enough for you two. Now sit down and start talking Ann Louise,” Linda’s tone leaves no room for argument or stalling.
Nikki turns to the stove with two empty plates she grabs from the dish rack. Jill already has two chairs added to the table and sits down next to her wife. Ann’s unfortunate enough sit between me and her wife, who inspects her battered face.
“Luce and I were running through Harrod’s after our unsub. They darted through a sporting goods store and he felt it would be interesting to see what kind of impression a snowboard would make on someone’s face.” Ann points to the mess that is the upper half of her face and shrugs. “I was the guinea pig.”
“So is this why I didn’t hear from you for three days?” Jill clips, eyes narrowed.
Oh. Boy.
I know that look.
I scoot back from them and think about the first time I saw that look. At a bar in the Quarter, me, Jill, Ann and Casey were out having a good time when this perky blonde bimbo wouldn’t leave Ann alone.
It actually bordered on harassment. The last straw was the bimbo pulled Ann away from Jill and shoved her head in Ann’s chest.
The bimbo left with a more than likely permanent limp and a missing tooth.
“Well, uhm,” Ann stalls licking her lips, “I was at the hospital and begged John, Lucy and Travis not to call. I was fine. Sore and had a hard time talking. But,” Ann smiles and plays with Jill’s wedding band, “If it makes you feel any better, the man had to be taken out on a stretcher. John put him through double glass doors.”
The narrowed eyes become slits.
“John’s in trouble when I see him,” is all Jill says.
“So, nothing else?” Linda asks as she gathers the plates and puts them in the sink.
“Nope, John also has me going to a plastic surgeon friend of Becca’s to check on my nose and the stitches in my face so, on that, I’m all taken care of.” Ann tries to smile encouragingly at her wife, but the response is less than stellar. Sighing, she motions for Jill to stand. “Come on.”
I watch Jill follow her wife out the backdoor. Nikki and I wince as the garage door slams shut.
“I’m going to check on John. You two behave out here,” Linda warns pointing between Nikki and me.
I look to Nikki propped back against the kitchen sink, sipping on a cup of coffee.
“So,” I say as Linda disappears.
“Jill going to kill Ann? Should we be worried?” Nikki asks setting the cup of coffee on the counter and sauntering up to me. Her legs surround mine, lowering herself in my lap to straddle me on the chair. Automatically, my hands grab her hips to help support her as her arms rest on my shoulders, linking her fingers behind my neck.
“They’ll live,” I rethink my statement as I hear a ‘Goddamnit, Ann!’ and amend, “I’m pretty sure they’ll live. But I’d like to know what you’re doing here.” I peck the tip of her nose earning me a smile from my partner.
“John thought it’d be good for Ann to have back up, so he pulled some strings with a buddy from the N.S.A. and Ann had me escorted to the airport for pick up. Dan and the rest of the department think I’ve been collared into working for the Feds,” Nikki answers.
I rest my forehead against hers and breathe her in. I should be annoyed that Ann and John did that. It’s not fair to our team.
Our lips meet.
I part mine accepting her questing tongue, I feel a rightness settle in the pit of my stomach and a pressure ease from my chest.
Screw indignation. Overrated anyhow.
I stretch on our bed at Ann and Jill’s house. While I didn’t mind the twin, this one is far more comfortable. A few of my vertebrae pop when my fingertips graze the headboard. Sighing, I roll to my right and prop my head in my hands waiting on Nikki to finish up in the bathroom.
I look around our room, the designated space Ann insisted that I get for visits up here and grin. Jill and her kept it pretty simple and I’m glad they did. The room’s done in dark oak and shades of green. It’s also positioned the furthest away from the entrance to the house and far enough away from the master bedroom that Nikki and I don’t have to be too quiet.
The idea that the girls insisted we come here for tonight was a great suggestion. Big bed, big room and Nikki next to me. Can’t lose. Linda and John’s house is nice for a family of three, but with six grown adults…
Crowded kind of covered it and that’s not even taking into consideration Lee popping over when he has the time.
“You know Jill better than me,” Nikki says sauntering out from the bathroom. She motions me to sit up and asks, “She’s not going to kill anyone, is she?”
I shake my head and let her position me towards the center of the bed Indian style. She crawls up the mattress, into my lap and position herself so that her knees are braced on the outside of my thighs. Towering above me, she runs her fingers through my hair lightly scratching my scalp as her fingers work backwards.
I blink and look up at her smiling down at me. “Hi,” I say, leaning up, kissing the underside of her jaw.
“Hmm, hello to you too,” she purrs as my lips work their way down her slender neck, nibbling at the muscle corded underneath the soft skin I find.
“I missed you,” I mumble. I pull her tank top down and pepper her chest with kisses swooping around to begin my assent up the opposite side of her neck. Her hands bunch in my hair and I grin.
“Mmiissssedd y-you too,” she stammers as I nip at her collarbone.
She pulls me away from my assault on her neck and nibbles my bottom lip. Her lips cover my own. The familiar, heady haze they bring flood the little bit of coherency I have. I opt to feel her instead. How her body presses into mine, the slow grind of her hips against my body. Even the lingering taste of her toothpaste mixed with pure Nikki excites me.
She pulls back from me, allowing us both a moment to catch our breaths. It finally registers just how warm it’s gotten in here since she came out of the restroom. “I think we’re over dressed,” I murmur against her lips. She nods, pulling away from me to pull the tank top she’s wearing over head.
I mirror her actions and am quickly enamored with the site in front of me. Unable to resist, I lean forward and press my face in the valley of her breasts and turn my head, laying a series of wet kisses to the side and around her right breast to gather her nipple in my mouth.
Her hands find purchase in my hair once again as I lave attention to the sweet, pebbled flesh in my mouth, alternating between flicking and nibbling it before sucking on it hard enough to make her hips buck.
She came out in a cute pair of boy shorts.
They aren’t near robust enough to mask her arousal dampening the crotch.
I smile, releasing the right nipple to work my way across to her left, offering it the same attention. She moans and hisses, “Nora,” into my hair. Her cheek rests atop my head. Encouraging the slow grinding rhythm of her hips, I dig my nails in to her soft curves to urge her along. My other hand rakes down her back, scraping the flesh and kneading the small of her back.
I pull her back, cupping her neck in my hands as I lean forward and lay a series of sloppy kisses down the center of her breasts and stomach. I can’t decide if I want to taste her first or not. The idea of running my tongue through, around and in her sends a succession of shocks to my needful center.
I know one thing, “You need to get rid of the shorts, baby,” I plead. Her hips stop moving and she leans up on her knees. I take the shorts down part way before she sits down on my lap. I manage to get them off her one leg at a time. The flimsy material is tossed over my shoulder to the floor. “I don’t even know why you bothered.”
She chuckles as she resumes her original position of half kneeling, half sitting on me. She slides her center down my tummy and I groan, “Fuck.”
“Don’t mind if we do,” she laughs at me and pulls my head back to capture my lips.
Her hips start in earnest as our tongues slide together.
Oh, just fuck me.
I can’t…
I wrap my left hand around her hips and hold on to her. My lower half finds a rhythm to match hers.
Breaking away, she keens, “Please, Nora, I need…”
She doesn’t need to finish that thought as I nod and snake my free hand between us. My middle and index become a team and glide through her center. I toy with her clit, rubbing the swollen bundle. She gasps into my mouth and bites down on my lower lip.
I need to be…
Two fingers find her opening, press inside and curl up. Thankfully, I don’t need to move my hand much when she begins to ride my fingers.
“More,” she gasps, shuddering as her body arcs back leaving me to let my mouth work over her beautiful chest.
I slip my ring finger in with my index and middle, stretching her a little wider. She growls a half intelligible, “Yes,” before she starts a firmer pace. She pulls my fingers in deeper with each downward thrust of her hips and I stretch my thumb back to toy with her clit. I hit the swollen, twitching bundle when she jerks down on my hand.
“Fuck, yes,” she hisses and I groan around a mouthful of her breast.
She’s so close and all I want to do is send her crashing. I plead, “Cum for me baby, please.”
It’s like magic. All it takes is that little bit of encouragement from me. Nikki leans forward to plunder my mouth. Her hips jerk on my hand while my thumb grinds into her clit. She clamps down around my fingers, taking me in well passed the third knuckle. I hang on, riding out her orgasm.
The coppery taste of blood tickles over my tongue, I’m not sure if it’s hers or mine.
Wrenching her mouth away from me, she buries her face into the crook of my neck as the last few ripples of her release ease and we still. The blood rushes through, pounding in my ears, but it can’t drown out our ragged breaths or the steady thump of Nikki’s racing heart.
I kiss the side of her head and mumble, “I love you, Nikki.”
She nods, kissing my neck in response. I’ll allow her a few minutes to recover, but this is far from over. After a few moments of respite, she realizes what I’m planning as I twist us around and lay her on her back.
“I’m not done with you yet, Ms. Beaumont,” I grin down at her, lick my lips and laugh as her eyes go wide.
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