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"Gimme something to work with, Kel, come on," Kim's hands somehow just hangs and hovers around Kelly’s waist, and Kelly could roll her eyes so many times over, more due to Kim's reluctance to touchdown or the topic of her case being broached again she no longer knows. She unhooks her arms around Kim's neck and takes the controls, presses both of those hovering palms down onto her skin with her own over them, finally, a low hum bubbling up her throat. And Kim surrenders immediately, one hand circling Kelly’s waist, the blunt nail on her forefinger making light scratches against her back; another slides up Kelly’s side, thumb tucked just beneath the slope of her breast. Kelly could almost feel the way her nipple stiffens, it's so close, the pad of Kim's thumb, inching higher and higher.
But no, because Kim is obviously aware of the game being played here, so the touch of a deft fingertip turns into a crescent moon nail digging into the skin just under her breast, pressure enough for a mark and for Kelly to suck in a breath. Kelly is getting so annoyed now and it's so hot like this, continues to brush the question off by intertwining with Kim's hand again so she can squeeze at herself, two thumbs stacked on each other swiping over her nipple, lips parting slightly for a soft groan this time.
Kim pretends she doesn't need to breathe in a little deeper, sensations heightened at Kelly’s involuntary sound to where she thinks she could note the goosebumps rising underneath her fingers. Has to steel herself for the touches to remain passive as her palm now cups Kelly's breast entirely, and Kelly does roll her eyes this time at the restraint, dropping the hand over Kim's on her own body and claws at Kim's collarbone with another, reaching up to poke at her cheek with two fingers.
"Do we really have to do this while I'm dripping on your lap?" The poking at her cheek turns into a curling motion that clearly alludes to what they both want, and Kim feels at least a section of her resolve crumble like a salty wave crashed onto her sand castle, because of course she feels the wetness on her thigh, has felt it since Kelly climbed on top of her, straddling her on the couch like they've done this a million times (it was more like five, jesus fine maybe closer to ten), having peeled every item of clothing off in a flash and thrown them all over the place just minutes after being in the same room again. Her focus was only redirected in that moment once Kelly sandwiched her face between both her palms and slender fingers and kissed her so hungrily you’d think the girl has nothing to eat at this hellhole of a correctional facility, the same hypnotising and overwhelming way she kisses every time, devouring and biting and licking with abandon. Kim fought it the first few times they kissed, wanted to retain some say in the pace, reiterate her position and all that, but Kelly has this all-consuming eagerness whenever they meet, too much, too good, she gets defeated quite a lot, and it’s nothing to complain about when Kelly takes her bottom lip between her teeth and pulls. Kim knows that it's not hard to get Kelly to yield control if she pushes. Sometimes Kelly plays unobliging unconvincingly, and Kim would keep time in her mind so she knows when exactly the begging starts. It’s never more than minutes she could count on one hand.
Kim jerks her head away in a moment of strength from Kelly’s questioning fingers, gets rewarded with a pout, and shoots back a look of adoring frustration.
“It's a miracle that reopening the case is a possibility. Just a name, a place, anything? There must have been someone, right? Not all you. Kelly, help me beat this for you.” Almost pleading, Kim’s hand on the waist flies up to grab Kelly’s wrist still mid-air, almost shakes it as she speaks, “I want you out of here.”
“And go where?” Kim’s grip loosens at the pessimistic reply and Kelly’s hand lands gently back on her lawyer’s cheek. Her thumb begins a slow stroke over the cheekbone, such a natural but overly intimate thing to do that she only notices after a beat to pause in place before something else is stirred. She nudges Kim's head by the palm so she’d lock eyes with her from beneath, and Kelly goes searching in those crystal blues.
"What would work for someone like me out there, Kim? I’ve been in here forever, there’s nothing else. Or do you think it’s just, walk right back to Morocco or fuck off to Gdansk?"
Kim's brows twitch in hurt, glances away, swallows half a sigh and exhales the rest of it.
"No, baby, I don't- there's-" she purses her lips tight together, the endearment had slipped out so she had to rush to try and calculate the impact of the rest she’s about to say, shifting the gnawing from left to right and Kelly watches, notices, raises an eyebrow at the withholding, "I mean, you could, uhm.."
"What?" Began as a genuine question, but Kelly is so quick and Kelly has so much fucking experience in reading faces, already caught on Kim's faltering expression and eyes shifting and head tilting to escape from under her gaze, the lightest shade of pink creeping up her face despite an attempt at nonchalance. They’re naked against each other, have grown familiar to it to say the least, but Kim has not felt vulnerable until now. Kelly's mouth waters at the sight, a corner of it tugged up into a smirk. She relents contributing to the growing heat on Kim's cheek, brings both hands onto Kim's shoulders instead and caresses her, gliding closer to her neck, then back down the sides of her toned arms in slow fashion, feeling her trained muscles tense and relax. Kelly loves the definition in them, being ripped goes well with Kim’s discipline and stubbornness, makes it even more special when she could be open and pliant to Kelly sometimes when she asks. She hears ragged breaths underneath her, affected by her touches, the feeling of being exposed. It’s heartwrenchingly lovely, Kelly thinks, Kim can be so reactive, so cautious and shy about tenderness sometimes compared to how she is with everything else. Kelly could probably get addicted to figuring out all her buttons to push and twists and kinks. The other meaning too, obviously.
"What, Kimmy?" So she gambles on the nickname, doubles down with feather touch turning to grip over Kim’s shoulders as she makes an effort to grind down on her thigh, leaning in at the same time to whisper the words hotly against her ear. The sudden pleasure docks Kelly’s voice to a lower register as she speaks her name, two syllables seasoned with rasp and breathiness, and Kim’s eyes had to flutter for a second. They both feel the slick spreading as Kelly moves, who punctuates her question with a gasp, Kim suppressing as best she could a grunt.
“Chicago, with me,” Her hands fly to Kelly’s hips, hisses at the wetness of contact when Kelly doesn’t stop grinding at the suggestion, only angling herself better with each movement. Kim can’t read Kelly’s face, her wavy hair fell in a swoop that shields her from displaying her reaction to such a naked confession, but Kelly feels so warm against her right now, skin starting to glisten with sweat. Kim forgoes it all, turns attention to the fact that she is dripping too.
A moan falls out from Kelly’s lips when a new angle rubs at her clit particularly right, “yeah?”
She doesn’t wait for a reply, kisses Kim as her hips keep rolling at a leisurely pace. Kim’s hands are pressing into Kelly’s flesh, guiding, grounding. She flexes and pushes her thigh up to meet Kelly, prompting more noises to reverberate against her own lips with no intention to break contact.
“Mhm, set you up at the firm,” she mumbles, then bites gently down on the lower lip, and Kelly lets out a soft chuckle amidst her gasps. Kim takes the opportunity to kiss and bite a trail down her neck, shoulders, anywhere her mouth could reach. Kelly slows her movements slightly and tilts her head back, allowing and indulging in Kim’s exploration.
“So, would I be.. ah- your secretary?” Kim finds that sweet spot where neck meets collarbone and fixates on it, sucking and nibbling until a mark forms. Yeah, mine, Kim thinks, wants to chastise herself for it, but then Kelly is grabbing her hand from the hip and putting it on her tits again and squeezing, so Kim goes along willingly, massages a nipple between her fingers while the thought of holding back dissipates swiftly into thin air.
Kelly is panting, hips slowing to a stop as she adds a bit of force to drag Kim’s hand further downwards, headed to where she needs it. Kim comes up from Kelly’s decorated skin for air, looks right at her and immerses in the feeling of her own hand travelling across soft skin. Kelly steadies herself enough to tease as she directs, leaning in with the tip of her nose against Kim’s, “‘Hi, Ms Wexler, these papers came for you this morning…’”
Kim holds in a breath involuntarily at the fantasy overlapping the present moment, their eyes locked onto each other, she can feel short damp hairs tickling her hand as Kelly lifts herself from Kim’s lap just enough to replace thigh with fingers…
“‘So did I.’” Kelly whispers, as Kim’s fingers finally, finally, Kelly thinks, makes contact.
“Jesus, Kel…” Kim groans at how wet Kelly is, coating her digits even with the lightest swipe.
“Inside,” Kelly breathes out, Kim’s fingertips dancing around her clit, “now, need you.”
Kim complies, how could you not when that voice says words like that? She pushes two fingers in with no resistance, thrusts and curls them the way Kelly demonstrated just a minute ago, has her head thrown back and drawing out all these delectable sounds. Kim stares intently as her fingers works in rhythm, mesmerized by Kelly’s every feature, the way her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip once every few whimpers, moles like stars scattered across her upper body now complimented by a northern light of hickeys, how tightly she has her eyes shut in pleasure, the crease between her brows as she chases for release on her hand…
She wants to eat her whole.
“More, babygirl?” Kim whispers, teases a third finger along the lips, feels a throbbing between her own thighs when Kelly threads her fingers through the hair at the back of her head underneath her ponytail and tugs, thinks it means yes.
“Fuck yes,” affirms Kelly and looks down just to watch Kim push a third finger in fluidly, moans so loud as she picks the pace back up Kim could have her bar card revoked were they not securely in the (dead) warden’s empty office. Kim could feel Kelly clenching around her, grazes Kelly’s clit by her thumb with each thrust in.
“Fuck, daddy, I’m gonna come, don’t stop,” A groan rumbles from the back of Kim’s throat juxtaposing Kelly’s breathy whines as she teeths at Kelly’s chest to leave another mark. She’s come to like the way Kelly would call her that in the heat of the moment, solely for the reason Kelly enjoys it herself. She’d know how to take care of her.
“God, yeah, go on, baby,” Ignoring the soreness that’s creeping up her wrist, Kim presses at the spot she’s memorised and speeds up the movement of her thumb, until she feels a jolting above her. Kelly comes, a loud moan ripped out from her throat, followed by a string of expletives. Kim fucks her through it, obsessed with the way Kelly wears bliss on her face, concentrated and intense, and she feels every writhe and whimper in her very core as she slows gradually and retrieves her fingers carefully and Kelly slumps against her, spent, forehead to forehead.
Their lips meet each other again, slow, sensual, like real lovers. Kelly’s palms go instinctively up to cup Kim’s face again. Kim could feel shallow huffs from Kelly on the side of her nose, still catching breath as they kiss. Her own sullied hand hangs limply to the side and the other smooths up Kelly’s back, tender, comforting, trying to retain some warmth.
They pull away satisfied. Kelly has that stupid cheeky smile on her face. Kim thinks she could probably stay here a while.
“Hey,” she tucks a strand of hair behind Kelly’s ear, she has adorable ears. Kelly hums in acknowledgement.
“I’m serious.” Kim tries to steer them back on track.
A twitch between Kelly’s brows this time, sadness flashing across her face for a single millisecond. She leans in to hide it and kiss Kim on the cheek, smooths the imprint over with her thumb when she pulls away.
“You wouldn’t like me anymore if I were yours.”
Kim’s eyes narrow and she freezes, needs time to process that sentence. But Kelly is quick, and doesn’t miss the perfect timing to remove herself from Kim’s lap, goes immediately around the room in search of discarded underwear and clothes.
“Besides, snitches get stitches, ever heard of that?” She cocks her head at Kim and flashes a half-smirk, already getting to pulling her low-rise grey sweats up to reunite her outfit, bouncing a little to get the pant legs straightened out.
The speed with which Kelly sobers up from mindblowing sex is something Kim would probably never wrap her head around. Kelly throws her her panties and dress shirt and Kim puts it on, wraps the shirt around herself for the moment against the growing chilly air. Grabs a few tissues from the desk to clean her hand up.
“You’re literally in jail for life.” She fastens a button in the wrong slot.
Kelly shrugs, strolling back over with an aquafina bottle dangling between her fingers and all of Kim’s clothes gathered, plops them in a pile on the couch next to Kim.
“It’s my kingdom,” She unscrews the cap and chugs a big sip of water. Hands it to Kim from in front of her.
“You should see the way I run this place.” Her head bobs in agreement with herself, Kim can hear the misplaced pride as she drinks, doesn’t need visual evidence, doesn’t want it. She glances down, purses her lips together, tight, pressure making the surrounding skin go white. Starts untangling her pants from the pile.
Kelly sits back down on the other side of Kim, makes effort to rest her head on the shorter one’s shoulder. Kim tries to put the rest of her clothes back on without having to push Kelly off of her. A beat passes before Kelly goes, “I want you to help the girls though.”
Then she jumps up suddenly, almost knocking Kim’s head with her own who yelps at the act, but now finally free to pull her dress pants all the way up.
“Fuck! I have something, something that can get Becca out, I know for a fact she was framed.”
“Kel.” Kim rolls her eyes, now redoing her ponytail.
She’s pacing in front of her as she goes, “I swear to god, Kimmy. That piece of shit fraudulent trash ‘lawyer’ was in on it with the dickhead husband for sure. He never dared to visit again after the one time that traumatized the poor girl. God it pisses me off.”
Kim’s resigned by this point. They won’t get to anything useful today, and she can’t control the half-smile at Kelly’s passionate display of rage. Kelly looks back at Kim after her rant, licks her bottom lip and bites it at the accidentally loving look on Kim’s face.
“You know, your ‘pro-boner’ work is very important to bad, bad girls like us.” Kelly bends down to feel Kim up through her pants as she makes the horrific pun, earning a startled hiss from Kim, feeling how drenched she is again. Kelly retreats when Kim slaps her hand away, giggling.
Kim pinches the bridge of her nose, exasperated and so, so endeared. She’s so incredibly fucked. Jesus.
“Where’s my treat?” Kelly chirps like nothing happened, breaks Kim out from the moment. Kim nods her head in the direction where her briefcase rests on the far side of the desk. Kelly practically skips over, rummages through Kim’s bag until she produces a box of Ptasie Mleczko. Pushes herself up to sit on the desk and rips the packaging open unceremoniously, pops one into her mouth and hums in enjoyment.
Kim grimaces, slipping her heels back on, “that’s like straight up swallowing a spoonful of sugar,” watches Kelly pick up another one and bites into it in half this time, stretching the marshmallowy bit just a tad.
“How’d you know, you tried one?”
“Don’t need to.”
Kim goes over to tidy, elbow nudging into Kelly’s abs just a little intentionally as she puts a few things back into the briefcase, getting a cigarette and lighter out at the same time. Kelly pushes herself off the tabletop and traps Kim against the hardwood, pressing into her side until Kim turns around to face her, holding herself upright by her knuckles against the desk edge, looks everywhere but at Kelly’s eyes, pretending to be annoyed.
Kelly seizes Kim’s jaw in one of her hands and forces her mouth open as she gasps. Kim’s eyes dart back to scan Kelly’s face, pupils blown wide with surprise and lust, and Kelly licks her upper lip, debates for a split second whether or not to spit into Kim’s willing mouth. Instead, she feeds her the half-bitten sweet hidden in her other hand, placing it between Kim’s lips and chases after it with her own mouth. Her lips brush against Kim’s as she bites off a chunk from the end, pulls away smirking.
“It’s good, right? Say yes.”
“No.” But Kim does eat it, licks her lips clean because some of the thin chocolate shell melted on her, not because she wants to calm the tingle caused by Kelly’s almost-kiss. It’s factually way too sweet, but it was still a lie.
She shoves Kelly away by planting a full hand over her face and pushing. Kelly staggers backwards but chuckles into her palm, deserved it after the stunt she pulled, still bites lightly at the flesh her teeth could reach before getting the cue and backing off obediently. Kim feels those vibrations travel deep into her body.
“Thanks for this,” Kelly grabs the box of sweets and shakes it, then tucks it beneath her arm, “and for the ride,” she drawls that part out seductively and Kim shakes her head lightly, playing it off. “I’ll pay you back double, pinky swear.” Kelly has both her hands shoved into the pockets of her pants, cocks her head again while smirking at Kim expectantly. Kim raises a brow. Guess we’ll see.
Then crooks her finger at her, a “come here” motion. Hasn’t been a minute since she pushed her off.
Kelly chews on her cheek, trying not to let a smile take over her face. The leg that her weight isn’t leaning on bouncing like a tail would wag. She steps slowly into Kim’s space, hands balled into fists in her pockets.
Kim looks her up and down, expression as neutral as can be. Waiting.
Kelly leans down and kisses her as instructed, lets Kim sink her teeth into her bottom lip, pushes her tongue into her mouth, doesn’t hold back on noises the way she knows she likes.
“Good girl,” Kim whispers against lips as she pulls away. Kelly shivers as she rises back up to her horrible standing posture, watches Kim light the cigarette she had clipped between her fingers and takes a drag of. Kim holds it between her lips as she grabs her packed briefcase and starts walking away.
“The girl you mentioned, bring me information next time. And we will talk about your case. I don’t care if I have to force it out from you.” She stops at the door, knows Kelly’s gaze has been following her every step. Looks back at her as she takes another puff from the cigarette.
Kelly looks like she wants to eat her whole.
Kim smiles to herself and pushes the door open.