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Tam brushed her teeth, glancing at the mirror’s reflection to watch Gret dry her hair. Greta definitely needed the shower after the amount of sweat she accrued dancing throughout the night while Tam stood by the sidelines, drinking and subtly glancing at her watch. She could have closed in early for the night but she was the reason Greta was there in the first place, and the reason why they shared a room, and Lord knows if Greta was able to stumble her way back on her own.

She spat into the sink, taking care to move her hair out of the way, and turning to the other woman. “Did you have fun dancing about like a baby deer?”

Gret hummed happily, now trying to dry her hair and brush her teeth at the same time. So, it came to no surprise that Tam was losing her own patience at the sight and decided to drag the other’s towel down to her level so she could dry her hair for her. She absolutely didn’t need to bother, but it brought a little roost of butterflies in her stomach - it was so very domestic but she wasn’t going to put a voice to it.

“Et vas nish to,” Greta fumbled with her words, mouth full of toothpaste. She moved her head to spit and place her toothbrush away, all the while making sure not to jostle Tam’s progress, and repeated herself, “it was nice to just not really think, per se? Like, we always have to strategise and be careful with everything, so it was nice to have fun. Like a ‘braincation?’ Brain-vacation.” 

Tam couldn’t help snorting, “‘braincation?’ Very delicately put.” She fussed with Greta’s hair again after removing the towel, gliding her fingers carefully through the strands to find no tangles. She then drifted her hands down to cup at Greta’s face, smiling as she smooshed her cheeks. Cute . Greta didn’t look all that bothered by it, seemed to just let her do whatever she wants for mostly anything.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had something like that. Something usually goes haywire before I know it, and I’m pulled back out again on the chopping block,” Tam pulled away and headed for bed. “That’s what I get for being involved with your family,” she sighed, stepping into one side of the bed. She was thankful they were given a top-notch mattress, absolutely nothing around the room looked cheap. Probably a tactic to rub in their faces how much more luxurious everything was here, but Tam was too tired to care to compare. 

Gret stepped to the other side, sitting down with one leg under the cover, looking shy, “Hey, you know that thing I mentioned before? The private thing?” 

It took Tam a moment to recall before she drifted back to the roast spit. She asked Greta to be her ‘punching bag’ once more when she was having trouble conversing with the Swedes. Something about those men at the table made her feel a tad nervous, like sitting with a couple of hungry lions and she, the lamb for slaughter, but before she made her crafty way over, Greta held her back by the elbow and, in her skittish way, offered a tit for tat. An exchange that being the ‘punching bag’ would be more worthwhile on her end. Honestly, Tam couldn’t be prouder. She was finding her steps in surviving the crazy world of the Roy family.

Greta was pretty vague in what she was asking of Tam, and so she decided to play into that. “Oh, the forboden ‘do whatever you want to me?’ Going to beat me up, Gret? Rob me?”

“Not forboden! It’s not!-” Gret gave her a flustered look, “I mean, it’s not something terrible, but like, rather in a sexual manner?”

Tam smirked, enjoying the little squeak that came out of Greta’s mouth at the word ‘sexual.’ She turned to her side, hand resting in her hair, examining the other woman. “Are you asking me if it’s sexual? Isn’t it your idea?” 

What she and Greta had was a bit unusual. She was still unofficially divorced and Greta was very much Shiv’s cousin, but it was like they couldn’t ignore the chemistry that was building between them. Greta was loyal, sweet, fresh and new. A lump of clay ready to be moulded and a whiny, gangly giraffe all the same. She was super tall, Tam took great delight in looking up at her after all those times of being the tallest in the group. She was also quite taken with how long Gret’s fingers were. Gret seemed to enjoy Tam bossing her about, while Tam, herself, was very kissable. It was inevitable. They were magnets since day one.

Greta ignored her sarcasm and chose to tuck a pillow between her arms to rest on as she went down to face-to-face level, closely. “I just think it’d be fair between us if you keep, like, treating me that way to make you look better, that I get something that makes me feel better,” she said, placing a soft kiss at the corner of her mouth, and continued with a whisper, “and I like it when we do things like this.”

Tam purred, “Me too,” not at all stopping Greta from kissing her jaw down to her neck. Each coming kiss becoming vigorous as the next.

“The reason I brought it up now is I think it’d be a good brain vacation for you, like all you would think about is you, and me, that’s it,” Greta explained, kissing between a few words.

“Uh-huh, and what exactly did you have in mind, Gret?” 

In response, a large hand crept under her sleep shirt and glided its way to rest between her breasts, one finger intentionally brushing a nipple, causing Tam to take a quick inhale. Greta can be slick when she wants to; Tam sometimes forgets the amount of experience she’s had with other women. She lets Gret slowly push her down so she lay flat on her back.

“You know, since I asked you, I haven’t stopped thinking about all the things we can do,” Greta offered, looking at her, “what I can do to you.”

Tam may have let out a whine from the promise, and also by the hand that now moved slowly out from her shirt. She wanted it to come back. With that same hand, Greta tucked a hair behind her ear, as if pretending that she hadn’t been touching Tam, and hadn’t felt her heart jump in her chest.

“Plus, you’ve like, bullied me a lot , in front of people. A lot. So, I’ve got a backlog that you kind of owe me,” Greta voiced matter-of-factly.

Tam licked her bottom lip, anticipating, not bothered by her last comment - it was all true. “What kind of things were you thinking?”

Greta travelled the hand down to grip Tam’s wrist, pushing it up so it lay by Tam’s head, holding her there. “Well, I don’t want to give all of my cards away, so to speak. I prefer you to be like this, every time - only thinking about this and nothing else, but,” Tam felt the delicious pressure of Greta tightening her hold on her wrist, she could only let out a shaky breath as Greta continued, “one of the things I’ve been really thinking about is spanking you hard. Something you’ll feel the next day? And I know you’ll like it.”

Tam swore she must have been looking at Greta with downright awe, she was at a loss for words. Greta seemed pleased, now moving away from her to get under the blankets as if she hadn’t just left Tam so damn breathless. She couldn’t help but chase that feeling, wriggling closer to Greta’s side with haste.

“When, um, when were you thinking of starting this private thing?” she grappled with her words like a fool, she felt desperate with desire. 

Yet Greta shrugged at her like Tam just asked a simple question about the weather. She couldn’t believe she was being played right now and by Greta of all people.

“Maybe when we get back home?” Greta conferred, before she smiled at her, knowingly, “Maybe it’s already starting?”

Tam practically growled, wanting to claw at her but instead, wrapped a leg around Greta, wanting to make sure there was no space between them. “Can it start now , Gret?”

Greta snickered, still not touching her. “You’re pretty desperate, huh?”

“Greta, please,” Tam knew she sounded needy but at this point, she didn’t care.

She, finally, felt a hand slither up her leg that was wrapped around Greta. It unashamedly went under one of her shorts, some fingers slipping under her underwear, brushing against her. Tam let out a breathy sigh, she was in heaven. She made more room for it with eagerness.

“You’re really wet just from me talking, Tammie,” Greta groaned.

Tam responded by trying to press more of herself against Gret’s fingers, hoping to already have the slip into her but instead, the hand snuck away completely. She could only guess how much enjoyment Greta got from the frustration that escaped Tam’s lips.

Greta reached out to brush the hair from Tam’s face, “You’re so desperate for me now. Any time you think about needing your attack dog, I want you to remember this feeling.” The hand then travelled to grip her jaw, not letting her move away - as if Tam even wanted to. “I love that you need me,” Greta imparted to her, “and you know I’m kind of into it when you’re bossy, but it has to go both ways. You need me, Tam.” 

Tam attempted to nod, ferociously, “I do need you, Gret. You’re all I have, and you’re all I want,” she confessed, thankful that Greta let her hand loose from her neck so she could lean down to kiss her, greedily, “please touch me,” she whined between their lips.   

She pouted when Greta only nudged her backwards to lay on her back once more, confusedly felt Greta grab her own hand and steer it under the waistband of her shorts, making its way down to cup herself. “I think what I want today, is for you to touch yourself while I watch,” Greta decided, removing her hand from Tam so it was only Tam’s hand making contact with herself. “I won’t touch you.”

Tam could see her puzzled expression through the reflection of Gret’s eyes. She wouldn’t really not touch her, right? 

“Go on, show me how much you need me, Tam.” 

Despite the grumbling, Tam made work obediently by rubbing herself for starters. It wasn’t hard, she already felt the wanting pressure, now relieved and excited, and the wetness under her underwear made it easy to slide her fingers. It felt private yet so open, no one’s ever really watched her touch herself while they’re not also doing something else as well, and Greta’s staring made her feel so bare, face heating. She wanted to shy away, hurriedly finger herself, but she didn’t want to move away from their current position - plus she preferred Greta’s fingers to her own. Instead, she rubbed herself, focusing more on quick movements on her clit than anything else. She had a rush of thoughts. Gret watching her, Gret’s words, Gret spanking her - hard. Tam thinks she’d really like that. Wants her to make her sob, and leave a mark. Fuck, she wanted Gret to touch her, fuck her, anything .

Greta leaned down to mumble in her ear, “Tell me when you’re about to come.”

Tam wanted to maybe fight her on that, wondering if Gret would try and stop her from coming, wondering if maybe she’d like that too. Tam whimpered as the build-up rose, Greta continually whispering encouragement to her, “ Oh, Tam, you’re beautiful like this. I bet you’re soaking there. You’ll feel so good. ”

“I’m going to, now!” Tam rushed out, almost weeping. Didn’t expect Greta to press her mouth hard against her as she came. She groaned into her mouth loudly, until it became shaky sighs of relief, like a big wave coming down, Gret lazily stole her breath away with dirty kisses.

She lifted her other hand to rest at the back of Greta’s head as they kissed, her heart still hammering in her chest.

After a few moments, Gret pulled away with a pleased smile, “good?” she asked, softly.

Tam stretched her body, toes curling, something she’d always do after she came, and let out a big sigh. She honestly felt like goo. “Very,” she boasted, like a cat that got its fish.

Not wanting to leave another second of Greta feeling any kind of unfulfillment, Tam sat up and steered Gret down, climbing over to straddle her. “You said you wouldn’t touch me, but you did,” she gloated.

Greta, not feeling deterred, landed her hands on Tam’s thighs. “I couldn’t help myself,” she confessed, “You’re just so fucking hot.”

Tam thanked her by giving her a loving kiss. “I think it’s your turn now,” she declared, crawling her way down to Greta’s legs.

“You don’t have to, Tam. I started this whole thing just for you,” Greta murmured, not stopping Tam from pulling her underwear down her long legs.

“Greta, I want to,” Tam divulged, spreading the legs in front of her, seeing the blatant glimmer of something else. “Well, well, looks like I wasn’t the only person who was wet, hmm?”

Before Gret could make any kind of comment, Tam bowed down to press her tongue openly against her from back to front, feeling the velvet skin.

“Oh, fuck ,” Greta moaned, abruptly.

Tam gave her a couple of slow, teasing licks before sliding a finger in, the wetness already sucking it in. She enjoyed hearing Gret swear further, even more so once she slipped a second finger in and greedily sucked at her clit, pumping the fingers in at a pace. Not long after, going even harder, almost slamming her fingers as she sucked, pleased with the wet sounds and at the change of pitch in Greta’s vocal cords.

A second longer, Greta raised her upper half to hold Tam’s hair out of her way with one hand like a manual ponytail, looking down at her with desperation. “Fuck, Tam, there’s so many things I want us to do,” she yearned, moaning out the rest, trying to fit her words through as Tam happily went on, “I want to spank you, ride your fucking face, want you to sit on me while I eat you out. Want to finger the fuck out of you, get a fucking strap and fuck you, I want to see you take my cock, fuck!”

Tam sobbed, thrilled at all the ideas coming out of her mouth. She pulled her mouth away to gulp for air as concentrated on moving her fingers in and out, fast, hard, just how Greta likes it. 

“I can’t wait to do all that, you’re so wonderful. Want to make you feel so good, Greta.”

Greta looked at her, tearing up. Tam felt so overwhelmed, in the best way.

“You are so good,” Greta practically cried, her breath hitching fast, her tone getting higher, “such a good girl for me, fuck!”

The last thing Tam heard was Greta howling “ Yes, right there, right there! ” before she came, heaving, dropping heavily down into the bed. Tam slowly removed her fingers delicately, her skin was starting to prune up.

Tam sighed blissfully and went down for a pliable kiss before climbing over to the bathroom. “I’ll get you cleaned up!” She said over her shoulder.

Gret voiced no fight on it in the other room, probably still gasping for air. One of her favourite moments of Greta - gulping for air after Tam worked her magic.

After cleaning up, they ended up cuddling under the blanket - Greta almost all the way on top of her like a weighted blanket. Tam brought up a hand to place a kiss there. 

“I think I liked it there,” she decided to admit, and continued after Gret lifted her head looking confused, “the ‘braincation.’ Much better than most high-class hotels.”

Greta snickered, sleepily, settling her head back down on Tam’s shoulder with a peck there. “Good,” Gret yawned, “I’ll be taking you there a lot.”

Tam gave a kiss on her head before closing her eyes. Her eyelids felt heavier than its ever been, drifting, thinking about what more was to come when Greta deemed ready.