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Well, fuck me.
Is the very eloquent conclusion Rose comes to.
“Oh my god, hi! So great to meet you, I’m Rose,” is what she says instead, hand stretched out for Svetlana to shake.
Svetlana, for her part, looks awfully composed. It’s one of those nights, fancy hockey gala that Rose tagged along with Shane. And Svetlana looks drop dead gorgeous in a satin dress, her makeup glittery and entrancing.
Well, at least to Rose.
“I am Svetlana, hello. So nice of Ilya and Shane to introduce us finally, no?”, she responds, voice honeyed and just the kind of deep that makes Rose’s knees weak like jelly.
But Rose is an actress, a damn good one at that. So instead of sinking to the ground with the maddening prospect of fuck, yeah maybe I AM into women, she laughs softly and pushes at Shane’s shoulder.
“It’s ridiculous it took this long.”
And Shane, and surprisingly Ilya had seemed amused at being teased. Rose just hoped Shane didn’t sense her slight blue-screening at the sight of Svetlana. She would be made fun of relentlessly.
Really, she knew their story. Shane and Ilya’s. The Russian hockey player had pretty much immediately started hitting on Shane, inviting him to his room, and well- there went Shane’s virginity. The two were like rabbits, with how often they went at it in Shane’s little run-down of their history – some months ago.
Rose really did not expect Svetlana to follow that same playbook line by line.
It started with a squeeze of her wrist in passing – Rose following Shane to talk to some important people, and Svetlana moving through the crowd to reach the bar.
“1103, same hotel as you and Hollander, from what Ilya tells me,” Svetlana whispers in her ear, pressed close. Rose barely has time to understand what she’s saying, before the hand around her wrist slips free again.
“Meet at 11pm?”, Svetlana winks.
And with that, she’s gone.
And Rose must be like completely off her rocks – because going to room 1103 at 11pm is the only logical decision to make after getting tipsy off champagne.
They have sex that night.
And it’s glorious. Probably better sex than Rose has had in a long time.
It’s not the last time they hook up. Far from it.
As soon as the elevator door opens on Rose’s floor, Svetlana and her step out clinging to each other and giggly – they must look like the picture of normal drunk girl best friends.
As soon as Rose slides her key card through the door lock, Svetlana pushes her into the room.
“Wha-, I could have fallen,” Rose turns around to knock Svetlana into the closing room door. Svetlana’s eyes are dilated and wide. Her lips still glossy with that pretty red lipstick.
Rose just knows it’s going to stain the insides of her thighs. She surges up to capture Svetlana’s lips in a hungry kiss. One hand bunches in the soft fabric of Svetlana’s dress, another ‘round her neck, pulling the Russian in.
“Fuck,”
Svetlana grabs Rose’s waist with a force she just knows is going to leave bruises. Her leg moves between Rose’s thighs, pressing insistently.
“Ye-ah, fuck,” is all Rose can answer, biting and nipping at Svetlana’s lower lip. The soft moan by her ear sounds like heaven.
Then she’s feeling vertigo as Svetlana moves her around to crash against the near-by wall, pressed up in all the places it mattered.
“Hah, you sure know how to make a girl excited,” Rose laughs, out of breath. She knows she must look frazzled, lips kissed red and raw. Thighs quivering, begging Svetlana to just get on with it.
“So pretty,” Svetlana’s fingers graze Rose’s cheeks, down to her jaw, lifting her chin up. Capturing her lips in a saccharine kiss.
It’s only by Svetlana’s body against her own that Rose keeps upright, her legs feeling like jelly at the soft moving of lips, the other woman’s perfume and soft skin. Hopefully this will all be horizontal soon.
“F-Fuck, my clothes, get my clothes off,” Rose moans, tugging her head away from Svetlana’s lips. The other woman uses her chance immediately, clinging to the skin of her neck, pressing chaste kisses along her throat.
She only smiles, Rose feels the motion hot against her.
“Impatient,” is the only answer she gets.
Rose’s head falls deftly against the wall behind her, giving Svetlana better access.
Access to move lower, to her collarbones, where the chaste kisses turn to sucking, biting and open-mouthed kisses to soothe the blooming hickeys.
“Try to go lower at least with the hickeys, I don’t want to spend an hour before my shoot covering them again,” she moans, though the fervor with which Svetlana is lapping at her collarbones and chest is making her dizzy with want.
At that, Svetlana perks up, leaning her chin against Rose’s sternum. Looking right up through her lashes with those glassy doe eyes. Mischief sparkling in them, and the way her leg begins to move against Rose’s core.
Heat flickers like a flame in the wind deep in Rose’s stomach.
“Lower-? Rose,” she enunciates her name with a roll that sends shivers down her spine, “how low?”
A kiss to her sternum.
A soft bite to the swell of her chest.
And as Rose’s breath just begins to catch, a slap to her perky ass.
“God-,”
“Call me Svetlana, dear,” comes the response, self-satisfied grin and still not a single touch where Rose desperately wants it.
She squirms under Svetlana’s grasp around her waist and pushes her own leg up to meet the damp fabric of Svetlana’s underwear. Give her a taste of her own medicine.
When Svetlana gasps at the contact, sweet and airy – her eyes never leaving Rose’s, that’s all she wants to hear.
“Just touch me already,” Rose pants, “please.”
Just to then beg for Svetlana to pour the remedy down her throat.
Svetlana lets out a low noise, too soft to be a growl – but Rose imagines it is one. In her wildest dreams, it is befitting of Svetlana to become this animalistic lover.
Aside from the lesbian awakening, Rose has certainly had some revelations about how much she likes Svetlana getting rough in the bedroom. Never has it turned her on like that with a man – but with Svetlana? Loving, doting, sweet in the aftermath, it’s driving her insane. In the best way.
The short hallway blurs in their movement, clothes scattering around the floor, dresser and cushioned sofa.
In the blink of an eye, Rose is straddling Svetlana, both clad in underwear. They’re kissing again, Rose licking into Svetlana’s mouth in an effort to rile her up. But lovely Svetlana is taking her time, running soft palms down her back, and pressing into the dimples above her underwear.
Her own hands come up to softly tug at Svetlana’s curls, scratch the scalp beneath in a way that has her arching up into the touch.
Every other time of moving her hands over Rose’s butt and thighs, Svetlana’s fingers drop slightly underneath the waistband of her underwear, tantalizingly close to where Rose needs them.
She moans her frustrations into Svetlana’s mouth, simply tugging the other closer and almost clashing their teeth together. Her tongue wraps around Svetlana’s, and the Russian is giving her no second of reprieve as she marks out all the nooks and crannies in her mouth.
“Hah- fuck,” comes keening out of Rose. She slots herself closer to Svetlana, a soft rocking motion growing more insistent with every passing swipe of Svetlana’s nails across her thighs.
“Just- just fuck me already,” she pleads between breathless kisses.
Svetlana is greedy for more of those sounds, moving to nip at the underside of her jaw, hand fisted in Rose’s soft hair.
Rose feels like she’s going insane, her stomach in knots and underwear probably soaked through with want.
“Are you listening-?”
Another whine as Svetlana bites down on a spot of sensitive skin.
“You sure you’re wet enough yet?”, is Svetlana’s only response.
She’s not even looking up from the array of red and purple marks she is decorating Rose with, and neither does she make eye contact when her mouth finds one of Rose’s nipples again and sucks it in her mouth.
It makes Rose moan and rock forward, to at least win some friction on the smooth skin of Svetlana’s thigh.
“God- YES! I’ve been dripping wet since you pushed me against the wall.”
Svetlana chuckles self-satisfied, her eyes warm and loving.
It’s almost too much to look at,
“Just, be gentle. I’ve had a bit of a day and I don’t want to be sore,” Rose stammers out, tone much softer now. It’s one thing to rile each other up and talk with dirty promises and requests, but a whole ‘nother to open up and be vulnerable.
For all their weird dynamics during sex, Svetlana treats her with the utmost care – and Rose reciprocates in all the ways.
Svetlana pushes herself up to meet Rose’s lips in a soft kiss, lips moving gently against another, the world drowned out. Her arm supports Rose’s back as she guides her down onto the soft sheets.
Another peck to her lips, warm and grounding.
“Alright. Only princess treatment for you,” Svetlana hums.
Fuck-
Rose is beginning to feel desperate, spread open on Svetlana’s index and middle finger. Her skin clings to the bed sheets with sweat, and her entire body is on fire. Most of all that fire is settled in her core, where Svetlana is trying to burrow her fingers deeper and deeper.
Gentle she had asked for – and Svetlana had delivered on that in a particularly cruel way.
What started with a trail of chaste kisses down her stomach, foregoing her mound to continue kissing and nipping on her inner thighs, escalated rather quickly to an index finger lazily stroking through Rose’s folds, opening her up and spreading her fluids.
Rose could barely look down at Svetlana, and least of all when her tongue darted out to give quick kitten licks over her lips in tandem with her finger. It was horrifically gentle, all too much and nothing at the same time.
Rose pushed her pelvis into the barely-there touches, trying for more friction, more pressure.
Svetlana relented by sucking on a fresh bite on her inner thigh, licking over the offending red bruise as Rose moaned in delight.
Her finger began circling Rose’s opening, dipping in ever so slightly, but never past Svetlana’s fingernails.
It was maddening.
Her hips began moving on their own, chasing after the faint rhythm Svetlana was building up.
“Stop moving,” she teased, and returned her mouth’s attention back to Rose’s aching cunt. More kitten licks, her tongue sharp and wagging, moving over her clit once, twice. Then pressing down flat to lick a broad stripe from where Svetlana’s finger continued circling up to the hood of her clit.
“You sound gorgeous,” Svetlana praised, engulfing one thigh to press it further into Rose’s upper body, giving her better access.
Rose felt her eyes rolling back, barely mumbling out a coherent response.
Svetlana’s finger plunged in fully – finally. Rose could weep with joy.
She probably did, letting out a whiny noise.
Unyielding, Svetlana takes her apart with her mouth and one finger, slowly but surely pumping in and out in a gentle pace.
After what feels like 30 seconds and an eternity at the same, a second finger joins.
“Sveta- Svetlana, please-“, Rose had moaned, hand curled into a fist around Svetlana’s curls, keeping her down where she needed it.
And Svetlana had understood those pleas to mean for a second finger. It was a slight stretch more, but Rose felt so wet already that the pleasure of being filled further soon gave way to not enough, not enough-.
The torturous pace continued, slicked fingers moving in and out, as Svetlana swirls her tongue around her clit.
It’s wringing senseless words and moans out of Rose.
She’s not sure she’d ever looked more fucked out. -And then she hasn’t even been properly fucked yet.
Even the warm lamp on the ceiling is too bright, the fixture blurring into a yellow blob as Rose tries to regain her breathing. Tears have been welling up in her eyes ever since Svetlana decided to add that second finger.
Just looking at her writhing body against the bed sheets, slipping her fingers in and out gently, until they’re breaching her to the knuckles.
Then came the crooking. And sadly, Rose hasn’t yet.
“Ha-h, stop teasing,” she whines, moving her arm to cover her face. By now it must be tomato-red, warm to the touch as it is.
Svetlana stills her fingers and looks up at her. The sudden absence of movement makes Rose whimper, hiding her face further in the crook of her elbow.
“I thought you wanted me gentle?”, Svetlana asks, taunting.
Rose rips her arm away to look her in the eyes. Her furrowed brows most certainly don’t intimidate as much when she’s naked and flushed, but alas.
“Yes, gentle, because I had a couple of action scenes yesterday that left me sore,” she seethes. “I said gentle as in don’t ram your fingers into my cunt and fuck me senseless, but start slowly on the first finger. But right now I’m leaning towards the first option.”
Svetlana stifles a surprised laugh behind her unoccupied hand. Then that hand moves up Rose’s body to pinch her nipple playfully. Svetlana’s nail catches on it, just shy of painful.
“Language, I didn’t know you were so crass,” she laughs. But Rose can see the rise and fall of her chest, now faster than before.
Her lover darts up to tongue at her nipple, the one she had just so meanly tugged at. Instead of soothing the sting, the pleasure only made Rose’s body writhe underneath Svetlana, flushed hot-red.
She decides to try her luck. One hand moves up to where Svetlana’s curls begin to grow, softly twirling them between shaky fingers.
“I bet you’re soaking wet yourself thinking about it,” Rose rasps. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and Svetlana’s eyes track the movement with rapt attention.
“Am I?”, she’s crooking her fingers again, moving deep into Rose in a way that makes her hips stutter.
It’s downright evil.
“Y-Yeah,” she gasps. “Forget your fingers,” Rose’s stomach is coiled white-hot around something, and she needs to feed that hunger in her. Something tells her Svetlana is more than happy to comply, that dark look in her eyes, wide-open and entranced by Rose’s words.
“You’re thinking about throwing that strap on and fucking me into the mattress,”- she can’t help the way her hips ground back into Svetlana’s fingers – “and I will shut up and take it like a good girl.”
God. Fuck.
Rose could barely recognize herself, but her breathing grew even more ragged. And by the squelching sounds from where Svetlana’s fingers were occupied with carving a home into Rose, it certainly got her wetter.
“You’ve never shut up and taken it like a good girl since we started this,” Rose is delighted to hear the strain in Svetlana’s voice, her flickering pupils, and open mouth, at the words “like a good girl”.
Rose arches her back, meeting Svetlana’s thrusting fingers in the middle and showing her lover a delightful view of her chest, “Then make me~ hah”
The visual is akin to dangling a slab of fresh meat in front of a hungry tiger, as Svetlana’s eyes zero in on Rose’s ragged breaths and open lips, her arched back and her oh so deliciously spread legs. “What is it with you Americans driving us Russians crazy?” she whispers softly, almost reverently.
Rose locks eyes with her, lets out an aching breath – those fingers have still not ceased their ministrations on Rose’s poor cunt.
“You don’t know how crazy you make me,” she laughs.
And it’s a little laughable, how eager she is at the moment. Rose Landry, movie star extraordinaire, left in shambles and near-begging her lover – friend with benefits – whatever their situation is to fuck her silly.
“You can give me one, before we continue, no?”, Svetlana asks, voice dripping honey.
An orgasm goes unsaid. Rose is already squirming at the idea, whispering a soft ‘yes’.
“Then after, we’ll see.”
Rose chuckles, moving her hips when Svetlana doesn’t move her fingers. The movement is stilled as the Russian presses her hips back into the mattress with a firm hand. Rose whines a little at that.
-Hot.
“Get me there at least once then,” Rose pants, open challenge in her words.
Svetlana cocks her head, smiling down at her. Then they kiss again, blessedly. And Rose gets fingered in earnest.
It’s a bit of a rough rhythm, but after the lasting foreplay Rose was foaming at the mouth for something harder – and the sweet kisses left her panting for more.
Her hand snaked downwards over the expanse of her stomach, but Svetlana slapped at her wandering fingers, biting down on her lower lip.
“Let me,” she said, puling herself up so she straddled one of Rose’s thighs. “Put your hands up by your head – yes, like that.”
Rose whined as her fingers started moving again, in and out of her with those squelching sounds she would be embarrassed about if she wasn’t so turned on. Then Svetlana sucked her thumb into her mouth and leaned down to rub her clit with it, soft circles going round and round.
“Ah, fuck,” Rose cried, closing her eyes.
“Good?”, Svetlana teased, crooking those fingers inside of her.
Rose could barely form words, just mumbling out a vaguely affirmative sound.
Her stomach was tightening, a wave building up as Svetlana kept up her movements. The fingers inside of her steadily pumping in and out, Svetlana’s thumb making her see stars.
Then something warm pressed down against her clit – Svetlana’s tongue.
It felt torturous – an onslaught on Rose’s senses on all sides.
“F-Faster,” she managed to croak out, grinding her hips down on Svetlana’s fingers. The Russian obliged, lowering her tongue to lap around where her fingers disappeared into Rose.
Rose trembled underneath her, gasping.
“I’m – I,”
Svetlana looked up at her, from between her thighs – mouth soaked, and pupils blown. The moment Rose made eye contact with her - it was all too much, the fingers, Svetlana’s mouth, her thumb.
The sensations built and built and crested- and toppled, as Rose whined under the force of her orgasm. Svetlana never left her, fingering her through the sensations until Rose hissed ever so softly, getting too sensitive.
With her chest heaving, Rose tried to regain herself.
“I think you can do one more, no?”, Svetlana teased.
She had removed her fingers, now soaked and coated with a sheen, but was still lazily touching Rose with a playful smile on her lips. Rose twitched away from the contact, still too overstimulated to feel those confident fingers on or in her.
But she had to admit, it was a hot idea. One she definitely dreamed about, once or twice.
Svetlana just pulling her back in for another round, taking what she wanted from her. Until she was on the verge of tears, hazy with pleasure.
“Don’t you want to take it like a good girl?”, she continued, after Rose stayed silent in favor of catching her breath.
And also calming herself – because Svetlana calling her that didn’t fail to make her insides gooey, her brain bluescreen, and her cunt come to life again. Rose hoped Svetlana didn’t notice her want dripping out even more – considering how close she was.
“One- One more time- won’t hurt,” she finally managed to spit out.
“But I need a hot shower and good food after this.”
Svetlana laughed at that, “Okay, okay.”
“Princess treatment, huh?”, Rose joked.
She felt like one at least – with the way Svetlana was eyeing her up. The two met for a heated kiss, Rose clinging to Svetlana like a lifeline.
The second time was certainly faster than the first – Svetlana had the decency to stop her gentleness. Now scissoring her two fingers inside of her to stretch her open even further, while languidly tasting her.
For a slow while, it was just the steady pumping of her fingers, and her tongue painting circles around her nub, before sucking on her clit.
Rose let herself fall into the sensations, moaning at the fast thrusting of Svetlana’s fingers, and interlaced her fingers with Svetlana’s free hand.
As the pleasure kept building, becoming overwhelming – Rose tightened her hold as the world grew fuzzy around her. Just that warm mouth around her.
“Fuuuck, that was intense,” Rose pants, hand over her face. Her body feels on fire, and her throat is parched.
Svetlana laughs, falling into the pillow next to her.
“I take it that was good?”, she muses, tucking a lock of hair behind Rose’s ear. Rose stretches her body around to wrap Svetlana up in an embrace, pressing her close and inhaling her expensive perfume and body wash.
“Don’t I look wrecked enough?”
Svetlana pulls away briefly, gives her a serious once-over – eyes tightened and lips pursed.
“Hmm, I could do better,” she asserts.
Rose laughs and slaps her shoulder.
“You’re insatiable,” not that Rose was really complaining, “But I need a break. I wanna touch you.”
“You do?”
Svetlana purred, leaning into Rose’s touches along her cheek.
“God yes, can I use my mouth?”, the words were tumbling out without a filter. Rose didn’t care. She wanted, no needed, to get her hands and preferably mouth on Svetlana, like yesterday.
“Yes.”
Rose rolled on top of Svetlana, letting her sit up against the soft pillows. She lowered herself down to Svetlana’s black lace underwear, mouthing at her over the damp fabric.
Svetlana let out a gasp, her head thrown back into the pillows.
“I see you’ve been quite pent up too?”, Rose chuckled, busying herself by dragging down her underwear, and dropping it onto their heap of clothes by the bed.
Her fingers glide through Svetlana’s folds, pressing against her opening and finding no resistance. Experimentally, Rose pushes further in and is delighted when Svetlana keens at the movement.
“You wanted this so bad, huh?”, Rose knows she’s playing mean, she does. But this back-and-forth is sort of their thing. She bows down to kiss at her cunt, pushing her tongue into her. Svetlana tastes sweet, addictive.
“Fuck, I did,” she gasps.
Svetlana’s hands find purchase in Rose’s hair, holding up the loose strands into a ponytail.
Rose crooks her finger, pressing upwards into that spot that lights up Svetlana’s nerves. The other woman is slowly beginning to move together with Rose.
She keeps her tongue just under Svetlana’s clit, working her way up in broad licks. The hand in her hair tightens, and Svetlana moans, “Don’t tease.”
Rose presses her tongue down flat on her clit and pulls away to look her in the eyes.
“I’d never tease you,” she grins, pulling her finger out slowly. She thinks about adding a second one, but leaves it be for now, resuming her kitten licks and sucking on Svetlana’s heat. It doesn’t seem Svetlana is too into it, however, as Rose feels the hand in her hair pushing her downward.
She acquiesces and stops her tasting, softly adding a second finger into Svetlana. Her tongue resumes circular motions over her clit, sucking on it ever so slightly and delighting in the way Svetlana’s thighs squeeze her in.
Rose loses herself in the motions, repeating those that send soft tremors through Svetlana’s body and make her gasp like that.
“Uh- faster, like that, yes-“
Her fingers press up into a soft spot, rubbing until Svetlana is whining – back arched off the mattress.
“Rose ah-,”
Is all she can make out before Svetlana goes quiet, body taut. Rose fucks her through the waves of her orgasm. Then she plops herself down on the bed next to Svetlana, grasping the other’s hand tight in hers.
If you’d have told Rose, back when Shane confided his secrets about Ilya to her, that in a few months’ time, Rose would have a similar hook-up situation going on with Ilya’s best friend, she’d have laughed. Finally, her big lesbian awakening.
But unlike Shane and Ilya, Svetlana and her never cease to turn from nasty sex to sweet cuddles and almost domestic showering together and making food. It’s quite sweet – and Rose is sure that even if they weren’t sexually involved, she’d want to be friends with Svetlana anyhow for her charming personality and kind nature.
“AH! COLD, cold, abort! Stop it!”, Rose scream-laughs.
Well – mostly kind, unless she gets the opportunity to douse Rose in cold water, detachable shower head held out in front of her like a gun. The water drenches her from her head to her hair dripping down.
There’s no use escaping – even the spacious hotel shower stall has a corner that Rose finds herself hopelessly backed into.
“I’m just cleaning you,” Svetlana laughs, voice silky smooth.
Rose’s hands grapple for the shower-head, or anything to defend herself with.
“I’m never showering with you again, this is too cold!”, her voice cracks as the water splashes back over her.
Svetlana giggling might even be a better sound to Rose’s ears than her whining in pleasure. Maybe. Unless it is at Rose’s expense – which it usually is.
“Oh I’m sorry, I was only joking,” the water is turned off again, and a wet kiss is planted on Rose’s lips in apology. Svetlana pulls her close, and properly kisses her.
Rose licks her teeth and sucks Svetlana’s lower lip in between her own, before pulling back.
“Alright, apology accepted,” she hums low. “Let’s clean up for real now.”
Svetlana nods, already reaching for the shower gel to lather up.
“And then room service.”
“And then room service.” Rose nods.