[M] What a mess

Kaye's fingers continued their dance over Djodie's sensitive skin, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. She relished the control she held, the power to render Djodie breathless and eager under her touch. It was almost too easy.

As Djodie stammered out a response, cheeks aflame, Kaye's dark eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and desire. "Oh, your shyness is utterly charming," she purred, trailing a finger along Djodie's jawline.

When Djodie finally uttered her desire, the words "Make me beg for it," hung in the air. Kaye, ever the provocateur, chuckled softly, a low and melodic sound. She leaned back slightly to meet Djodie's eyes, her gaze smoldering with a mixture of amusement and intensity.

"Beg, hmm?" Kaye's lips curved into a wicked smile. "So demanding.” Her fingers trailed back up to close gently around Djodie’s hand that seemed intent to continue its attempt to rile her up. She pressed a soft kiss on her knuckle, wanting to use her full focus to see the next part of their sensual dance through.

“I'm in an indulgent mood. I'll go easy on you this time. Again, if you want me to stop, just tell me and I will." With that, she shifted her touch back towards its destination, her fingers now teasingly close to the very center Djodie yearned for, yet purposefully avoiding direct contact. “-though keep those hands to yourself or I’ll keep you on edge for the rest of the night.” she whispered in her ear without a single hint indicating if she meant it or not. With that, Kaye assumed her position between Djodie's legs. She hooked her arms under the redheads knees to pull her closer against her as she sank down and their dance continued.


Indulging her with slow and long motions. Fully intending to see how long the redhead would last and how long she could draw it out. Setting Djodie's entire body ablaze as the awful tension kept building, yet was never allowed to release. Allowing the sensation to fade slightly and to start the whole thing up again. The only thing on her mind was to give the girl all she had asked for, and more. Wanting so much to give her an experience that would not only top the last, but hopefully ruin everyone else that came after.

Claiming her with every stroke of her tongue. Gods, she wanted her. Wanted her and never let her go again. Gods, she tasted so good. Made sure to vocalize that very thought to her as soon as she finally, finally touched Djodie where Djodie wanted it most. Building her up again for the umpteenth time, Kaye had not kept count. Listening to her beautiful noises, this time not uttering a form of praise yet, for Djodie had not yet said  the 'magic word'. That one word that would make Kaye slip over the very edge herself. She looked up at her then. Gods, she was beautiful. Red hair fanning around her head, framing her face like some fucking divine painting. "Say it, girl. Say it." her voice had dropped down dangerously low, held on by a steel edge as she went back to eating the girl out. "What do you want?" Good christ and everything above and below, oh, how she wanted to devour her whole. Make her mine. Mine. That one word that was lingering in Kaye's mind. Heat searing through her body as if she was being lit aflame herself. She wanted to hold on to her and never let her go again. She wanted her name to be the only name the girl would ever usher out whenever she was between Djodie's legs. The only thing on her mind.

Yes. Only that would do. Mine.

It was easy to lose oneself within the treacherous hazes of pleasure. Tempting, perhaps even. Somewhere between the wild waves that she, and by extension Djodie also was riding, Kaye managed to stay on top of her raging thoughts. Feeling a burst of adoration flooding through her when she felt Djodie’s fingers grasp for her own. Her longer fingers intertwining with the other in a warm and comforting gesture. Giving Djodie something to hold on to as Kaye worked to make her come undone.

Kaye’s eyes fixed on Djodie’s face, reading the desperation and desire written all over it. The moans escaping Djodie’s lips were like a melody, sweeter than any she ever heard and a confirmation of the pleasure Kaye was orchestrating.

As Djodie lifted her head, their eyes locked in a heated gaze. Kaye could see the raw need in her expression. It was a beautiful kind of vulnerability, and Kaye savored every moment of it. Warmth blooming in her chest once more and spurring her on completely. She had Djodie right where she wanted it.

‘Make me yours.’

Oh, how absolutely wonderful that sounded. It felt like her entire being was overflowing. She gave Djodie’s hand an affectionate squeeze as she went back down again. The destination clear, the goal set. Her icon clad restraint groaned under the pressure it took to keep control over her own senses. She was going to make her hers. Mine. Only mine. Playing her body like an instrument to draw as much sounds out of her as she could, while delivering her earthshaking pleasure that would leave her a whimpering, sobbing mess.

“Mine. All mine.” Kaye pressed a few light kisses on Djodie’s thighs to help her come down, before crawling back up to take the small redhead in her arms and pulling her against her. Settling down against the soft pillows that decorated Djodie’s bed. Kaye felt utterly and completely spent, and thoroughly satisfied as she held Djodie against her. Nuzzling against the top of her head as her hands drew gentle circles on her back and shoulders. “You did so well. So well. Beautiful girl.” she purred. Pressing the occasional kiss against the top of her head.

Kaye felt, rather than saw, the intensity of Djodie's release. Marked by tears streaming down her cheeks, a testament to the profound connection they shared in that moment.

Feeling Djodie's weight draped over her, Kaye marveled at the vulnerability in the girl's surrender. Their naked bodies intertwined intimately. Djodie's words of gratitude and praise were like sweet notes to Kaye's ears. The genuine smile that spread across Djodie's face as she pressed a kiss near Kaye's lips, made that feeling of triumph all the more sweeter.

Djodie's declaration, "All because of you," resonated with Kaye, and she couldn't help but savor the profound impact she had on the younger woman. As Djodie nestled her head back on Kaye's shoulder, the rhythm of their synchronized breaths filled the room. An almost heavenly peace descending on her with the weight of an entire mountain.

Kaye sensed the hesitation in the air. Yet, as Djodie's hands traced patterns over Kaye's body, a silent promise of reciprocation, Kaye felt a warmth envelop her. She let out a light chuckle. “Insatiable.” There lay a fatigue in her voice, creeping into her very being and one that Kaye did not experience often. “It’s all right. How about the next time, hmm?” she said, voice deepened slightly at the promise of a next time and enveloping one of Djodie’s hand in her own. She pulled Djodie in closer, the embrace a comforting cocoon.

After a while of shared silence, Kaye began to unfold herself from their tight embrace. Quickly making her way off the bed to make her way towards the bathroom. She let out a long sigh once the door was closed, admiring herself in the mirror. Her make-up was smudged and faded out. Though her neck for once remained hickey-less, she noticed with a smile. Now that the moment had been broken up, that familiar feeling began to gnaw at her insides again. You stupid fool. Her reflection just stared back.

After splashing some water in her face and getting herself somewhat cleaned up, she appeared again in the doorway. Approaching the bed with swaying hips and slipping under the covers. Gods, she wanted a cigarette. Instead, she held the covers up invitingly. “Won’t you join me, miss Archeron?”

Djodie happily accepted her invitation. The smaller woman nestled herself against Kaye and draped one leg over her own and one arm over her stomach in a warm gesture. Kaye curved her free arm under her head and assumed a relaxed position, free hand curling around Djodie’s form to draw lazy patterns over her back. Her gaze settled once more on the ceiling as she became lost in thought. Savoring this moment. It was nice to feel the girl pressed against her. Hear their conjoined breathing. Djodie’s taste still on her tongue ..

Kaye answered the kiss with a satisfied groan as the ties of exhaustion began to pull on her conscious. Her mind, however, was beginning to start up again. Well, at least the nightmares wont bother me tonight. she thought tiredly. Whenever she was with someone for the night, they always stayed away. Though she wished she had her sleeping pills .. or, perhaps it was for the best. She would wake up early enough to slip out of bed in the morning. Part of her wanted to stay and go for round two when the sun crept up, but she did not want to give the girl the wrong impression. “Was it all right, Djodie?” Kaye eventually asked. Quietly, gaze fixed on the ceiling. “I certainly loved those noises you made .. and how my name sounded on your tongue .. but I want to know if you enjoyed it too.”

The hesitation she had heard in her voice, and seen in her eyes, when she had asked Djodie if she had felt Kaye had taken advantage of her that fateful night when she had helped Djodie get home .. It weighed on her like a stone. Djodie seemed to more than enjoy everything tonight, and she was luckily a lot more sober than last time. Still, she had to ask.