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hardest of hearts: chapter 5 | lucy x ona
✧ chapter 5: chapter 1,chapter 2, chapter 3 chapter 4
✧ chapter wc: 4.9k
✧ chapter tags: non-football AU, mild angst, slow burn, friends with benefits to lovers, lots of emotions wow, domestic fluff, mentions of mental health, very brief smut
✧ blurb: There is no reason why they should work; Ona likes spontaneity, Lucy likes certainty. Ona is fiercely indepedent, Lucy has never been alone.
Oh, and Ona is a dominatrix, who can't part with control. Even when she wants to.
Perhaps they could both teach the other a thing or two about trust, and taming the urge to run from fear.
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"Bon Sant Jordi."
Ona had risen from her spot on the couch to open the door, half-expecting the neighbour, or perhaps a package from some invasive deliveree.
To see Lucy standing in her doorway, with just less than a dozen red roses, and a thin book held against them, startled the tired daze out of her.
She was still weighed down by the immense guilt of missing Lucy Staniforth's birthday two evenings prior, instead relegated to wallowing in a feverish state of illness.
She'd narrowly avoided telling Lucy - her Lucy - beforehand, but was unsurprised when she got an influx of sweetly concerned messages following her absence at the evening.
And maybe she had felt a small triumph upon knowing Lucy would have likely spent a considerable amount of time missing her, or maybe she'd spent it questioning why Ona didn't tell her sooner.
It wasn't that Ona liked keeping secrets, she just liked this precious time when she could subtly impose distance and no one would say a thing. Unless they're Lucy, and assume showing up unannounced is a reasonable thing to do.
"You didn't say you were coming over."
The answer stuns Lucy, her smile dropping.
Ona quickly flusters with guilt, realising the words had fallen sharper and with far less thought than she'd intended.
"It's called a surprise."
"Sorry." Ona feels the heat rushing up her neck. "I just wasn't expecting it. Is all."
She glances down, but with it she has to fight the corners of her mouth from sheepishly smiling. She connects in the only way she can, with her hand curving over Lucy's as it clutches the cellophane encasing the flowers.
"It's okay." Lucy murmurs forgivingly.
Ona finds her breathing short; it's all nerves and stupid fear upon stupid fear about whether she deserves this, what Lucy might be expecting from her.
She finally meets Lucy's eyes. "You knew it was Sant Jordi."
"Course." Lucy softens, though her lips curve meekly inwards. Ona can't tell if she's shy, or if she's a tad hurt by the initial reaction. Too polite to say it.
"Thank you," Ona replies when other words fail her. "It means a lot."
And it does. It feels like Lucy might burn a wound in her chest if she keeps this up.
"Come in." She adds, letting the door close behind them, pushing down her grimacing attitude towards the thought of Lucy seeing her apartment in any state but pristine.
But when she finally takes the flowers and book, they pull each other in for a gentle hug that warms Ona right up. It lingers for some time, and she drops a kiss to the shoulder of Lucy's jacket as they part, thoroughly, sincerely, overwhelmed.
"They're very beautiful." She looks upon the roses fondly, then back at Lucy. "You're so kind."
"You deserved a pick-me-up. How are you feeling?"
"Not perfect, but better."
She wouldn't much like for Lucy to perceive her too intimately in this state—hair untidy, still mildly sickly in the face and voice.
But Lucy was gentle and unhurried in a way that just...disarmed her. Time seemed to pass calmly, careful in a way it never quite is otherwise, even when Ona presses hard for it to rush and become the charged excitement that first drew her to the thought of Lucy. It just returns, every time. Baring the low tide that she worked tirelessly to outrun.
"Wish you'd told me," Lucy mumbles, her hand coming up to caress Ona's face pityingly. "I could have brought you something."
"I'm okay." Ona shrugs, hating that she stiffens at any suggestion of sympathy. "Wash your hands. I don't want you to get sick."
Lucy chuckles incredulously. "I'm not too concerned about that."
"Why?" Ona furrows her brows, smiling.
"I came to see you. I'm not going to avoid you."
"So you want to have a cold."
"I'll be fine. You're probably not contagious anymore anyway."
Ona sighs, moving her focus. "You got me a book too." She notes, letting Lucy take the flowers so she can read the blurb.
"You said you like poetry and wanted more in English. My friend posted about this one ages ago and it sounded like something you'd like."
Ona nods slowly, tracing over the recessed lettering on the cover.
On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
"I've seen this one before. You chose really well."
"Yeah? I'm glad."
Lucy helps Ona trim and vase the roses, bringing them over to the coffee table.
"Cramps?" Lucy comments upon seeing the hot water bottle and blanket on the couch.
Ona hums quietly in confirmation, flopping down onto the cushion and pulling the blanket back atop her, an arm staying outstretched. "I'm okay though."
Lucy takes the invitation and lets herself be pulled down, wrapping her arms around Ona. She plants a firm kiss on her temple, and Ona splinters with warmth.
Touch was everything to her. She felt bad asking for it, felt scared of what being close meant, but when it came, she couldn't let go. She couldn't resist finding Lucy's soft pulse again and again, knowing it promised more than she could take.
Ona lets her breath come inwards, closing her eyes against Lucy's chest. No perfume, just the comforting scent of her clothes and skin.
"Let me take care of you today." Lucy says quietly, brushing hair out of Ona's face and diligently slipping the hot water bottle above her stomach as Ona moves in closer across her lap.
Ona gives a small shake of her head. "I don't need you to."
"But I want to."
"I'm fine." Ona says with a softly decisive edge, making a subtle attempt at easing out to a more casual position, but Lucy locks her in, making her giggle.
"Not going anywhere." Lucy tucks her chin against Ona's head. "Sweetie."
"Lucy..." Ona half-groans.
"Okay." She answers softly. "I just wanted to give you the flowers. I can let you be if you want space today."
At that, Ona cranes her neck to glance at Lucy. She goes to speak, but the confession sits deeper than she'd expected.
"No?" Lucy speaks for her.
"No." Ona mumbles, lowering her head again.
"I won't then." Lucy chuckles softly, but as if something is, on some level, restraining her. "So what would you like to do?"
It's hard to formulate thoughts when she's deliriously smitten with being embraced like this. "Maybe some fresh air."
"Lunch in town?"
Ona hums, her eyes closing. "I don't mind."
"What about a drive out somewhere?"
"To where?"
"Dunno. There's always somewhere to visit." Lucy pulls out her phone with the arm that isn't holding Ona against her. "You can just sit back and be my little passenger princess for the day."
"God that's...no." Ona cringes with laughter.
"What?" Lucy grins.
"Don't need to be your passenger princess."
"I'm a great driver, darling."
"I won't win."
"You won't." Lucy agrees, lifting Ona enough to peck her lips.
Ona flicks through her book while expanses of blooming meadows and country fields pass them by. The sun hides behind the clouds, but the grey is a gentle one; just bright enough to be welcoming, just dull enough to demand nothing.
Spain was revealing in that way. A sky so perpetually bright that it keeps you bare and alert to everyone around you. Compared to here, where you could easily sleuth in the shadows and be a flaneur in the city crowds for months undetected.
"Are you scared of needles?"
Lucy's neck snaps in Ona's direction. Bewildered at first, until she sees Ona's attention closely stuck to the page. "No. Why would I be?"
"I am." Ona shrugs, closing the excerpt, choosing not to recount the darker anecdote she'd just read. "It's quite sad. I just read small parts, but I will find time for it all."
Lucy focuses back on the road, but her hand reaches out lightly to Ona's thigh. "Yeah? Sorry, I didn't mean to make you sad, baby." She says half-heartedly, the low ambience of music keeping them both steady.
"You didn't," Ona says incredulously, turning her body in the direction that lets her watch Lucy. "I like sad, sometimes. And this, it's beautifully written, and very honest."
"Do books and stuff help you work through things in your own life?" Lucy asks, a mercurial bout of sunlight making her look momentarily angelic. Gone as soon as it comes.
Ona takes Lucy's hand from her lap, pulling it closer and interlocking their fingers. Her initial breath retreats, opting for a truth more tightly knotted in her throat. "Sometimes. I've never been good at thinking or talking about hard things."
"I've noticed. You don't like accepting help. Or when I look at you like I want to know what you're thinking."
The smile on Lucy's face plays Ona for surprise. "That's not true." She quickly returns, hating the scorn in her tone.
Lucy's calm doesn't waver.
They've been on the mostly uninteresting road for an hour now, off and on motorways, in and out of chatter, entirely happy to just coexist in each other's presence. At least, Ona hoped this was enough. There was nothing and everything to say, and Ona couldn't bring herself to delve into either.
"Are you just shyer than you'd admit?" Lucy suggests lightly.
Ona's half-smile curls inwards. "No. I'm not shy."
"Okay. Guess I still have things to learn about you." Lucy answers, following with a squeeze of Ona's hand.
Ona looks back at the window. Now they're passing through a quaint town, charmingly derelict in parts, not far off the coast from the looks of the foliage and winding roads. "I want you to learn about me." She finds herself saying.
"Are you ready for me to do that?" Lucy responds, as if it had been on the tip of her tongue, and Ona's back hits the seat like a rush of wind found her off-guard.
"Of course I am."
Earlier, Ona had pulled herself together while Lucy made some sandwiches with whatever she found in the fridge, sparing more cheese than Ona ever would for the dutiful terrier sat at her feet. Friend for life, Ona commented with a joyful grin. They almost brought him in the car, but at the smallest display of reluctance, both agreed that he's best lounging around the apartment for a few hours. There will be days for sweet dog walks together, Ona quietly hopes.
It was Lucy's idea to go to the coast, even if the clouds were foreboding and Ona felt paced-out just from getting ready. She came close to saying no, but then Lucy smeared jam on her cheek and grossly kissed it away, leading Ona to wince as she wiped the saliva from her skin and wonder if anyone had ever truly wanted to know her before this.
A light smattering of rain now drums against the windscreen. Ona lifts her knees to her chin, preoccupied by thoughts of work and her family back home. Today was meant to be for the admin she'd avoided for the past few weeks; making calls to banks and helping her brother work through company statements. Nothing she was missing, that's for certain.
Lucy asked her often about work and aspirations. It was the least interesting thing about her life, the last thing she wished to discuss. Work was a means to an end, and home was somewhere she had left for good reason.
"Did you celebrate Sant Jordi when you lived in Barcelona?" She asks a seemingly pensive Lucy.
"Yeah, I got into it." She smiles. "My phone gave me a reminder yesterday of when I saw all the roses on Casa Batlló."
"I know Casa Batlle must be a downgrade." Ona grins.
"Nah. Stunning in different ways."
"Sorry," Lucy grimaces with a pitch louder than usual to combat the howl in their ears. "I didn't realise it would be like this."
The wind batters harder in Ona's face when they attempt a few steps further along the empty beach, instead met with an attack of sand and saltwater, only making her squint and laugh harder as she gets caught between a gust of wind blowing her back and Lucy pulling her in.
"We didn't quite come to swim." Ona grins, so vivacious and true that it reaches her eyes, and in her heart she feels so alive.
"What?" Lucy barks, frozen in laughter herself.
Ona swings her arms around Lucy, facing her now. "I said, we didn't come to swim."
"True." Lucy loops her hands around Ona's wrists, kissing her cold and salty lips. "We'll go back. Or you'll have a proper fever later."
Ona questions the correlation, but is quickly distracted by the devotion in Lucy's green eyes. Concern, not control. Adoration too. "Okay." She whispers, Lucy reading the words from her lips before agreeing with a small nod. She kisses Ona again before either can think twice, Ona on her tiptoes in the sand, Lucy bracing her as though the wind wasn't the only thing making her fragile.
A few strands of hair slap against Ona's rosy cheeks as Lucy stuns her with the passion she brings, cupping the back of her neck and making out with her hurried and deep. Icy cold meeting the wet heat of her mouth.
"Can't resist you." Lucy says low and sincere, and while Ona still grins from the elements' attempt to take her, she heavily considers a version of events that involves hours spent entangled on the lowered backseat while the windows steam up and muffle their cries.
"Don't resist me then, sexy." Ona kisses her deeply once more, slipping her tongue in making her longing equally apparent.
"I can't look very sexy right now. Proper Nan coat this is." Upon commenting, Lucy zips Ona's own collar up to her chin.
"Of course you do. You're always sexy." Ona lowers to the flats of her feet and leans in to kiss what part of Lucy's neck she can access. She quickly re-adjusts her own zip as well, the scratch of the metal on her throat being far from pleasant.
"Ona," Lucy chuckles, flustered when Ona's teeth bear favourably into her sensitive neck. "Not here. You'll get all sand in your teeth." She has to pull her away, and Ona daringly bats her eyes with charming guilt.
"Won't work on me." Lucy smiles, widening when Ona dryly spits out what she presumes to be something unsavoury.
"Ew."
"Yeah. I hate it too. Let's go back."
Ona's hand goes out to attempt to discern if it's rain she's feeling or just flecks of ocean water. Definitely rain. Definitely getting heavier.
"Come." Lucy encourages, kneeling down to tighten her laces, her cheeks icy red.
Ona takes the opportunity to jump on her back, making Lucy jolt and throw her arms behind to keep Ona from falling. She stands up, briefly touching the wrists that lock around her chest.
"Hold on then."
"I am." Ona buries her face in Lucy's neck, hiding from the rain as they bolt forward and she squeals from the rush, clinging tighter for dear life.
"Oh my god careful!" She exclaims, but it's lost on Lucy, who only has to show off her strength by comfortably running a considerable distance.
Rain pelts against them, and only when she truly can't see a thing does she let Ona down, holding her hand the rest of the way and seeming more enthralled by the sound of her laughter than anything distracting around them.
"What's going on in that gorgeous brain?"
Ona glances up from her sandwich, watching droplets slide meekly down the rear windscreen. "Nothing."
"Sorry this was a bit of a joke." Lucy smiles as she crumples the empty foil and reaches for her water bottle.
"No, not at all. This is perfect." Ona says sincerely. Their coats are hung on the back of each front seat, Ona in Lucy's gifted hoodie, with ample room to be comfortable with the backseats folded up. "Thank you for driving. It's sweet here. I've missed even just the smell of the ocean."
"Yeah? Merseyside up there with Mallorca?"
"Even better." Ona giggles.
Lucy glances out the window. "It must already be a bit of a mood killer on a good day. Let alone when God's unleashed all hell."
"Lucy, I don't care how shitty it is. All we've done is laugh and that is...all I want."
Lucy brushes her arm, glancing at her tenderly. "I'm glad, sweets."
"Your poor car though."
Lucy pulls a tight expression at the sand that they've brought in. "It needed a deep-clean anyway. As long as there's none in my house I'm fine. I would have brought Narla but the way those little paws track dirt and everything in..."
"You ever had her roll in fox-"
"Yep. Ketchup. Got her in the bath and poured a whole thing of it over her. Absolute state."
Ona furrows her brows and chuckles. "Ketchup?"
"Allegedly works to off the smell. I dunno, I think it permanently numbed my senses."
"Allegedly."
After some time, and the heat blasting on full, they can open the boot to welcome the sunlight that has finally filtered through.
Led on her back, Lucy has been watching the clouds draw steadily apart behind her knees, her hand stroking Ona's hair.
"I get so sleepy around you." Ona mumbles, her feelings so suddenly enormous that it's getting hard to breathe. She chooses Lucy's arm over the makeshift towel pillow, her cold fingers seeking refuge beneath Lucy's shirt.
"Me too, a little bit. It's a good sign isn't it? You feel safe." Lucy answers softly, harbouring a delicate tone and a devoted, watchful gaze that moves only for her.
And Ona knows Lucy is falling in love. There's no denying it—the cracks have eroded and it's going to be an imminent problem. Just not now, not while Ona is between dreams and the sun is warming her feet while Lucy warms her chest.
Ona gives a small nod. Safe, certainly. She was the only trap here. A trap draped in a golden smile.
"Sleep if you want. If my arm goes numb I'll just move you onto the other."
Ona shakes her head. "I don't need a nap. Just to close my eyes..."
So she does. Her pulse evens out, enfolded now by Lucy's devotion, and the sexual desire that drove her to this point has become static. Mostly static, or she thinks everything else has become so much louder.
Not long after, Ona takes a breather outside, snapping some pictures of the melancholic coast ahead of them with her digital camera. She captures a sweet one of Lucy with her legs dangling off the edge of the car, grinning when Ona decides to join at her side.
Silence. Ona thinks about time, about how gentle Lucy is, and how scared she is of some of the decisions she's made in recent months. She senses Lucy's heavy heart before even looking at her face.
"Is this a date?" Lucy asks, breaking the quiet moment.
Ona smiles sheepishly. "I think so."
"What does it mean if it is?"
"I don't know." Ona replies carefully, hiding the thrum of tension of firms her softness into stone. Still, she leans into Lucy apprehensively, and an arm comes across her back in return.
"Do you know what you want?" It drops like glass beneath them, but hums instead of shattering. Lucy wants gentle truth, not a fight, not defence. Ona knows this, cowers nonetheless.
To be truthful, Ona really did go in with the intention of them being nothing but nights of fun sexual exploration and a trusting bond that demanded nothing more than they gave it.
But she also knew, before Lucy even became a part of her days, that she could only run for so long. Because this life of acting like she didn't care and never had wasn't her, and everyone around her knew it. She knew best of all, and she knew the noose would catch up to her eventually.
She'd just never anticipated it would look like this, and that the strangle wouldn't let her go but wouldn't let her choke either.
"I do."
"Then why aren't you ready for something real? Just to try it?" Lucy speaks patient and gentle as if she'd been calculating this conversation all afternoon, been okay with any outcome, as if she'd known Ona's vision was always tainted with her fear of this very subject being breached.
Her fingers curl into Ona's shoulder, taking her further into the uncomfortable vulnerability she so didn't want to address right now. It would ruin the beautiful day, make the rain come crashing down once more, before they'd even gotten a chance to know what a bit of sun could do to this place.
"I don't trust myself, Lucy." She admits finally. The rope gets tighter.
"Why's that?" Lucy leans on her palm to look up at Ona, who not even the wind's chill could soothe the scorch of shame that burns her cheeks.
"Because I am...someone who leaves. I've gotten so good at it. It's like I can't control it."
Lucy goes quiet for some time. Struggling to pull back. "But what if you didn't leave?"
"I know." Ona blurts. "I know. It's so...awful, because people that do this...they don't know better. I know better. But it's all I have ever done and I hate letting people down." Her throat feels so taut, tender flesh scratched by the dry words. She looks fearfully out at the ocean. "I can't let you down." She whispers.
Lucy swallows hard, because what was she supposed to do with that? How was she supposed to fix someone who has decided they are unfixable?
"Lucy. My whole life...I've been like this. I feel like, so temporary, a temporary fairy in most people's lives that just shows up but never stays. And that's fine, I don't often want to stay. But sometimes I want to stand still, and I don't know how. Maybe it's because most people don't actually know me. I don't know."
The silence hangs again, and she almost piles on another pleading explanation until Lucy straightens her back, her attention switching.
"Well. I think I see you for who you are, Ona."
Ona's straight face focused ahead wouldn't show just how close she is to breaking in two.
"You're funny, super kind and empathetic, wickedly smart, passionate. You do everything right."
Ona has to blink away the mist in her eyes, clutch harder at the edge of the seat to car to ground herself.
"I just need time." She interjects, looking at Lucy with sudden desperation. "Please. I didn't expect this. You are my worst nightmare, and I'm so happy for it."
Somehow, she smiles, sadly or with so much joy she isn't sure, taking Lucy's hand. "I just need time to be okay with myself. I'll try. For you."
Lucy's chest rises and falls a few times, leaving Ona in unbearable suspense. At first it looks like she doesn't understand, like she's trying to find the dichotomy but her feelings give way first.
"I'll give you time." She concedes with equal devotion. "Because I feel it. I really do."
Ona gives a small, apprehensive nod. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. You've explained how you feel and that's all I can ask."
But Ona sees the fear in her eyes. The impossibility of choosing between her heart and head, the same paradox that plagued Ona.
She didn't love Lucy, couldn't conceive a world where she calmed down enough to be the reliable forever person that Lucy wanted. What if they do all of this only to not even be compatible? When you know you know? What if Ona has never known, what if she never will?
She isn't lying when she says she'll try, it's just slant. A half-truth. Try could mean anything.
Lucy kisses her softly before she can think, the healing kind, to distract Ona from the anxiety that made her stomach ache and twist.
She holds onto Lucy, smiling at first, until her lips begin to fail her.
"What's up?"
Lucy catches the moment Ona's expression, her strength, breaks apart. Her face crumbles, smouldering into tears, and Lucy embraces her without second thought.
She hugs her tightly, rubbing her back, and Ona lets it happen, too busy hiding away with the shame of suddenly bleeding out like this.
"It's alright." Lucy whispers, knowing nothing of what thought pushed Ona over the edge but offering reassurance nonetheless.
"Sorry," Ona mumbles, her face scrunched hard into Lucy's shoulder until the horrible urge to sob has passed, and she can relax again.
"No sorrys. I'm here."
Lucy does it all right. Holding her firmly, keeping her head against her, staying calm and soft until Ona can finally pull back for breath.
"I'm just scared, Lucy." She confesses with a horribly fearful look on her face. Partially from the sentiment, partially because she was sharing it in the first place. Suddenly she had no walls, and it was all falling out quicker than she could control.
Lucy grasps her shoulder. "Why are you scared?"
"I feel like I have nothing figured out. My job, where I live, who I am. I'm always...I can't even explain. People are so kind to me but I can never...understand why."
She sees the hurt in Lucy's eyes upon hearing it, who leans in closer, thumb brushing a tear away.
"Don't be scared, precious. You have lots of time, trust me. Just let go of it for now. "
"It's like I'm scared of being seen." Ona almost quivers, the look in her eyes begging of Lucy to give her the answers.
Of course she didn't have the answers. No one did.
"But I didn't see anything bad, did I?" Lucy pushes back some stray windswept hair, the breeze drying the dampness on her cheeks.
"Tell me, did I?" She prompts softly. Ona shakes her head.
"You've no reason to be scared then. None at all."
Ona sighs and hugs Lucy again. She avoids showing her face for several minutes, but when Lucy finally looks at her, it's with seismic tenderness. She kisses one cheek, then the next, then her lips.
Ona comfortably leans into her this time, draping her legs across Lucy's in a bid to be closer. Lucy takes marginal control over the gentle kiss, guiding rather than pressing.
"Maybe we can head back out and get our feet in the water now it's clearing up." She says when they finally part.
"Ona straightens Lucy's collar and hair, following with a pat on her shoulders to signify completion. "I'd like that."
They don't agree to spend the night; it just falls into place. While Lucy showers, Ona changes into a girlish babydoll that hadn't seen the light of day for some time.
She's spent years learning how to perfect the act of sensuality, yet finds herself laughing far too much when Lucy emerges from the bathroom red-faced and in an old t-shirt and shorts - that much to Ona's delight, show more than they cover.
"You want to?" Ona requests sweetly.
Lucy looks shyer than the night they first met.
Of course, she gets the upper hand for approximately three minutes before Ona has flipped them around and is pressing Lucy into the mattress, hungrily mouthing at her neck and down to her bare chest, grinding into her thigh until Lucy is practically begging for permission to touch her back.
"Lu- babe," Ona whispers breathlessly when Lucy's hand rides up her thigh unprovoked, stopping just beneath the lacy hem. "My period. Not today."
Lucy looks up at her like she really means it. "I don't care, really. I'll get a towel, I just want to make you feel good,"
Ona feels quickly disjointed from her previous control, glancing to the side before apprehensively agreeing. Lucy's pleading eyes don't help her case. "Okay. Bathroom cabinet."
After that, she loses count of how many times Lucy's fingers work her up and break her into climax. It's vitally simplistic, lazy make outs while she tells Lucy what feels good and segues between spikes of confident dirty talk that make Lucy quiver and just letting her do as she pleases.
When Ona gets her mouth on Lucy to give her a single cataclysmic orgasm, neither can hold themselves back. Ona from obsessing over the way Lucy falls apart so quickly like she's never been touched before, Lucy from, well, falling apart whining for Ona to stop because she can't possibly handle more.
Something they'll work on, Ona notes.
But Lucy has seemingly unlimited stamina when it comes to pleasing Ona, so it's one more until they're well, and truly done.
"Are you staying?" Ona mumbles. Lucy is sprawled in a weightless daze between her legs, has been for some time, her cheek atop Ona's heartbeat.
"Am I invited?" Lucy answers with a cheeky lift of her cheeks.
"Yeah. It's late anyway. Stay."
Lucy briefly opens her eyes, squeezing Ona and groaning. "Don't think I should, I have work tomorrow."
"Can't you just leave from here?"
"What, show up to the office with jeans and a dream?"
"Go back in the morning and get your stuff first then."
Lucy doesn't look up, smiling though, and Ona suspects she's just as surprised by the persistence as Ona herself.
She was easy game though. "Fine. I'll be out early though. Maybe seven."
"That's fine. Anytime." Ona whispers, running her nails through Lucy's washed hair. "And thank you for today."
"Nothing to thank me for." Lucy mutters indifferently.
"There is. You know it."
Lucy just hums, too tired and content to think any further than that.
So sorry my updates are taking so long, life is crazy but this chapter brought me a lot of joy to write. Thank you to anyone who's reading, I really do appreciate it! Next few updates should be much quicker. And sorry for the smut edging...next chapter will deliver in that regard :)

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summary: Lucy and Ona struggle with the distance until Ona gets an idea.
warnings: oral sex / strap-ons / mommy kink / breeding kink / praise / teasing/ dirty talk / thigh riding.
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1416 hours. 84960 minutes.
All boiling down to 2 months. 2 months of misery.
That’s how long it had been since Lucy and Ona had last seen each other in person and not having to rely on phone calls, texts or FaceTime at the most random hours of the day.
Tonight however, was their date night, which they always had over FaceTime. It was something they were both dead set on that nothing could get in the way of. When their schedules had dropped they’d carefully compared them, sitting side by side, pressed together looking over, seeing where they had an hour or so free to make time for each other.
Something that was entirely theirs, no one else’s. It was how they survived. Today, they even had the full night together over FaceTime, so whilst Ona was cooking in her kitchen in Barcelona, Lucy was cooking in her kitchen back in the UK, both girls chatting about their day in a blend of Spanish, English and Catalan.
"Have you added the rice yet?” Lucy glanced at the screen, holding up her rice.
Ona’s voice came through the device, “Sí, only moments ago,” so Lucy added the rice to her paella. That was something they both did, cooked the same food for date night, to feel close to each other when they couldn’t physically be next to one another.
“Wine next, yeah?” Lucy held up a bottle that she’d bought last time she’d spent a sneaky weekend in Barca with Ona.
Ona laughed, topping off her paella with the very same bottle that was in her home, slightly ahead of Lucy. “Sí amor,”
Lucy measured with her heart, humming to herself when she thought it looked good. “Do you know what Coco did today?” Ona’s deep voice spoke making Lucy glance at the screen, where her girlfriend was standing in her kitchen. Clad in a pair of shorts and a loose vest, hair half-up, standing on her tiptoes, reaching for a wine glass from her cupboard.
“What did he do?” Lucy was painfully endeared by her girlfriend and how short she was. Lucy would have had no issues reaching for that glass.
Ona grinned at the screen and Lucy’s chest tightened at the sight, “Vale, we were out walking, he saw something in the flowers, sí?” She paused, making sure Lucy was still paying attention and she was. “He sniffed them and amor! He was stung! By a bee!” Ona gesticulated wildly making Lucy laugh heartily.
“A bee? Is he alright?”
Ona made a disgruntled face, “Sí, sí, he is fine, his nose is very swollen.” Lucy was still laughing, but managed to give a slight pout.
“It was worse for you wasn’t it?” Coco was the apple of Ona’s eyes, the only one in her life that stood even above Lucy in contention for her love.
“Yes! Very sad, very worried!” She huffed out and Lucy just smiled at her. She’d been through similar things with Narla when she was younger.
“I’m sure you were, but he’s good now, right?”
“Sí, he is resting.” Ona disappeared for a moment, going to her couch to check on her troublesome boy, who was completely wiped out from the day’s activities. She assessed the swelling, but the vet had said it was normal, there was no damage. The swelling would go down.
She returned to the kitchen and to Lucy through her phone screen. Her gorgeous girlfriend wore sweats and a soft pink t-shirt, making her look delectable. Her hair was down for once curling at the edges. Ona loved seeing Lucy like that.
Like she was the only one who got to see Lucy so soft, so unguarded.
Lucy brightened up when Ona came into view again, “He’s good?”
Ona offered a smile, nodding, “Yes, sleeping, the swelling looks good.”
Lucy nodded, relieved. “I’m glad he’s okay,”
They both made some small talk, Ona playing music that carried through both screens as they stirred the food. “How is yours looking baby?” It made Ona shiver each time Lucy called her that.
“Bien, almost ready. Yours?”
“Almost done,” both of them held their phones as they set their respective table from the distance. Lucy turned on a few of her LED lights, casting the room in an orange glow, while Ona dimmed the lighting, creating a soft and romantic vibe. Ona set up her phone on the coffee table before disappearing to get her glass of wine and her plate of paella, taking a seat just as Lucy did on her couch, all ready with her plate of food.
“Bon appetit, preciona,” Ona grinned at Lucy’s hybrid nickname that she’d come up with for her.
“Bon appetit amor.” They made the occasional small talk as they had their dinner together, sharing a few stories from their training, but more so than anything, they were just so content to spend time together in any way they could.
Lucy finished her meal first. Ona could see that she was a little antsy from the way her leg bounced.
“Remember the first time we slept in the same bed?” Ona’s gentle lilt brought Lucy’s attention back to her. Lucy let out a rueful laugh.
“How could I forget?” The affection in Lucy’s voice made Ona melt.
“You were so shy, staying so far away on your side of the bed,” Ona breathed out a giggle to which Lucy rolled her eyes.
“I’m not shy,”
Ona sent her an unamused look through the screen that had Lucy grinning like a maniac. “I was being respectful,”
“Well.. can you maybe disrespect me now?” Lucy watched as Ona’s hands slid lower, low enough that she couldn’t see them anymore on the screen. An innocent look crossed her face making Lucy sit ramrod straight as heat prickled her skin.
“Ona,” she started, voice dropping, “What are you doing?”
Lucy was rewarded with a cheeky grin, her hand moving outside of view. A look of satisfaction crossed Ona’s face and Lucy was three seconds away from catching the next best flight to Barcelona if this was the treatment she was getting.
“I miss you,” Ona’s voice took on a breathlessness that made Lucy’s chest tighten.
“Show me,”
Ona bit down on her bottom lip, letting out a soft sigh when her fingers finally came in contact with her heat. She angled the phone to show Lucy her hand moving inside her shorts.
“Take them off,” Lucy’s voice dripped with desire that sent shivers down Ona’s spine. With a regretful whimper, she removed her hand so that she could take off her shorts and underwear, leaving her in just the vest.
“Closer, wanna see you up close,” Ona watched Lucy lick her lips when she got the phone closer to her dripping pussy. Ona flushed all over, being so exposed — no less over the phone, but the heat and adoration in Lucy’s eyes made it all worth it.
“I’ve missed this,” Ona’s breath caught when she heard the raw want in Lucy’s voice. Her hand slid down to her front, slowly rubbing herself and they both moaned simultaneously. Ona’s eyes popped open, seeing Lucy’s hand inside of her sweats, making her whine.
“Show me too, amor,”
Lucy could never deny her anything, so she easily got her sweats and underwear off, kicking them off.
“It’s not the same,” Ona moaned, her fingers slipping inside of herself.
“I know it isn’t,” Lucy’s own voice broke slightly as she rubbed her own clit in circles, using more pressure on herself than Ona needed.
That was something Lucy absolutely loved about Ona, how sensitive she was. The lightest touch had her entire body arching and begging for more. “I need your fingers,” Ona’s breathing was already coming out in short pants, eyes frantic when she looked to Lucy, splaying herself open so beautifully for her lover.
“Touch your tits for me, pretend it’s my fingers baby,”
Ona let out a choked-off moan, shifting to prop her phone up, using her hands to unlace the vest, revealing her bare chest. Lucy sucked in a sharp breath at the sight. “Onita, what the fuck is that?”
A giggle slipped from Ona’s mouth, but Lucy couldn’t stop staring at Ona’s chest.
“Que sorpresa, no?”
“When did you get that done?”
Ona had pierced her fucking nipple.
Lucy was equal parts stunned and turned on. Unable to look away from the piercing that caught the glinting light.
Ona smirked, moving her hand up to said nipple, hissing from the sensitivity. “A few days after you left,”
Lucy let out a groan, her own fingers sliding between her folds, fucking into herself and she shivered. “That’s so hot,”
Ona glowed, “Graciás amor,” but the smile was quickly wiped away when her fingers hit that spot inside that made Ona’s eyes roll back. Her movements became even more frantic and desperate.
“Talk to me,” she pleaded. Lucy’s stomach clenched at the sight of her girlfriend in such a state of ecstasy, her fingers rubbing her own clit faster. Hips grinding against her hand, her slickness coating her fingers.
“Remember that one time I had you bent over and you took my strap so well? You begged me so sweetly to fill that pretty cunt up.” Lucy’s own voice dropped when the memories flooded her.
Ona let out a wrecked moan, her hand speeding up the movements.
“You are so beautiful baby, all spread out and exposed, touching yourself for me.” Lucy knew exactly which buttons to press for Ona. She was already there in the way she was twitching, fucking her fingers in and out faster.
“Doing so well for mommy, making yourself feel so good. My good girl,” It worked like a charm, Ona’s voice cracking into desperate cries. Hips twitched and her body tensed up.
“Just for you,” desperation bled into her voice as she threw her head back, letting out the most sinful moans that did nothing but speed up Lucy’s own release.
“Come for me Ona, let me see you.” Her thumb brushed her clit a few times and Lucy watched the way her body arched, a moan so erotic it made the hair on the back of Lucy’s neck stand, fell from Ona’s lips as she finally came. Shaking and twitching as she lazily pumped her fingers in and out of herself, making it last longer.
“Fucking gorgeous when you come,” Lucy praised, biting down harshly on her lip, her fingers moving sloppier, pushing the balance of pleasure and pain that she craved when she got off by herself.
“Lucia, let me see you,” Ona’s pleading voice carried through the screen and Lucy let out a quiet moan at the sight of Ona, still spread wide, naked on her couch, licking and sucking on her finger with a mischievous glint in her hooded eyes. Chest still rising and falling fast from her orgasm.
“Fuck,” a choked off cry fell from Lucy’s lips right as she felt the intense warmth inside of her as her orgasm rocked into her. Body trembled as she worked her fingers harder inside of herself, riding out her high.
“So fucking gorgeous amor. Thank you for the show,” Ona’s voice was dripping with sex and Lucy let out an exhausted laugh, wiping at her forehead, smiling lazily at her lover through the screen.
“No, thank you baby, God, you are a sight.”
Ona smiled shyly, reaching for the soft blanket, covering herself as her eyes started to droop.
“Move to the bed before you crash, your back will thank you in the morning,” Lucy gently reprimanded and Ona’s mouth turned into a pout. “I don’t feel like moving,”
Lucy rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Yes, you do, I’ll stay with you until you’ve fallen asleep,”
Ona cracked an eye open, looking at Lucy earnestly. “Prometo?”
Lucy’s chest squeezed painfully. All she wanted was to be there, to wrap her arms around her girl.
“Yeah Onita, I promise.” Her voice full of emotion that she tried to tamp down. Ona nodded, still wrapped in her blanket as she moved through the apartment, holding her phone tightly. She flicked off all the lights in the apartment and reached her bed, sinking onto it tiredly.
“No clothes?” Lucy chuckled and Ona gave her a lazy grin, shaking her head. “No clothes, too tired,”
A silence fell over them. Lucy was almost convinced that Ona had fallen asleep and was just about to turn off the FaceTime when Ona spoke up.
“I miss you.” The vulnerability in her voice made Lucy’s heart crack.
“I miss you too, more and more each day,” the sigh Lucy let out could be felt in her bones. It was rough being away from each other for such long stretches of time. It didn’t matter how much they were away, it was just as hard now as it had been the first time.
“Soon?” Ona’s hopeful voice made Lucy smile gently, but she knew better than to make any promises. They had really slammed schedules right now.
“As soon as we can,” Lucy assured, already trying to see where one of them might have a small break.
“I love you,” Ona’s voice was getting drowsier and drowsier by the minute and Lucy smiled, simply admiring her girlfriend because she could.
“I love you too, sweet dreams Onita,” she whispered, seeing the dimple deepen in Ona’s cheek as she nuzzled her face in her pillow. Lucy stayed there, watching as Ona’s breathing evened out, her adorable little snores escaping as she fell deeper in slumber.
Lucy got herself ready for bed, slipped under her sheets, was still on the phone with Ona, and smiled softly before closing her eyes too.
It wasn’t perfect, but tonight, it was as close as they would get to perfection, because they fell asleep with one another as near as possible.
💞💞💞
Lucy sighed in relief, finally unlocking her front door.
Only to stop in her tracks.
The lights were on, music softly playing.
Lucy was a great many things, but not forgetful. She always turned the lights off before she left. Same with the music. So why was it on now?
Immediately, she reached out to the side of her door where she kept a bat. Her hand gently wrapped around the handle, getting a good grip as she walked almost silently, further into the house. She tentatively pushed open her bedroom door when she stopped short, a very familiar perfume.
Ona.
Her Ona, her love.
Lucy watched as the door to her en-suite bathroom opened, steam curling as Ona walked out, wearing nothing but a towel around her lean, muscular body. A face-splitting smile spread across Ona’s face when her eyes landed on Lucy.
Without warning, she launched herself into Lucy’s arms, burying her face in Lucy’s neck.
“Mi amor,” She whispered reverently, dropping kisses to the juncture of Lucy’s neck.
“Hey baby,” Lucy rasped, squeezing Ona tighter, letting Ona mould into her, their bodies pressed together in such a way that they didn’t know where one ended and the other began.
Lucy nuzzled her face into Ona’s neck. “You scared the hell out of me, thinking my house had been broken into,” she grumbled, much to her dismay Ona just laughed.
“Wanted to surprise you amor.”
“Yeah well, surprise me you did,” Lucy hummed, pulling back to look at Ona’s smiling face. Lucy’s heart squeezed in her chest that this beautiful woman was hers.
She tipped Ona’s head back, slotting their lips together in a slow and deep kiss, feeling Ona melt into her embrace, her hands toying with the lapels of Lucy’s shirt while Lucy’s hands cupped Ona’s face. Both getting lost in the kiss, tongues meeting halfway making wet, slick noises. Ona broke first, moaning into Lucy’s mouth, her fingers winding their way into Lucy’s hair to bring her face closer, not giving her room to pull away.
She had missed Lucy fiercely.
Just the steady presence that was Lucy, her stupid jokes that drove Ona to the point of insanity at times, and her reassurance whenever Ona felt slightly unbalanced. Lucy was invaluable to Ona, not just for her knowledge and experience, but for the way she loved Ona.
Selflessly and wholeheartedly.
Always wanting the best for Ona in all of her endeavours and vice versa. Ona might be younger, but she loved Lucy exactly for who she was, including all her accolades and struggles. She’d always be there for Lucy no matter the day, no matter what time. She would always pick up the phone should Lucy ever need her.
“This is probably the best surprise though.” Ona’s heart fluttered when she felt Lucy’s teasing fingers against the towel, the loose knot that held it up suddenly so close to being undone, exposing her naked body. Her cheeks grew hot just as the anticipation built in the pit of her stomach.
She wasn’t self-conscious by any means. Lucy loved her body and she wasn’t shy about letting Ona know that. No, the anticipation came from not knowing what was coming next, which was half the fun of being with Lucy.
“Oh?”
Lucy broke the kiss, smirking at her. “Coming home to find you in nothing but a towel? Yeah, the best surprise. Almost like you knew I wouldn’t be able to resist you,”
Ona’s mouth twitched. “Possibly,”
The back of her legs hit the bed and she went tumbling down, Lucy gracefully catching herself, hovering above Ona on one arm whilst the other untied the knot, carefully peeling the towel off her.
“Fuck you’re so beautiful,” Lucy’s voice dropped, her eyes roaming Ona’s body in such a way that had shivers running down her spine, feeling bashful under Lucy’s hungry gaze.
She felt wanted. Beautiful. Desired.
“You’re wearing too much,” Ona murmured, fingers already tugging down Lucy’s sweats and underwear. Her fingers worked quickly, letting Lucy kick the garments off the rest of the way. Ona didn’t linger long on that before her hands slipped under Lucy’s shirt, feeling the warm skin there, the faint ridges of her abs, the higher her hands ventured, bringing her top with her.
“You make me feel beautiful,” Lucy murmured, sitting back to aid Ona in getting her top off altogether, leaving them both completely naked, admiring each other and taking their time to memorise and explore using their hands and lips on each inch of exposed skin.
“That is because you are beautiful,” Ona’s voice bordered on worshipful. She used this moment where Lucy was distracted to flip them over, straddling Lucy’s hips.
“Well, this is a nice change,” Lucy’s hands centered on Ona’s hips, pushing herself up to sit so she could press soft kisses all over Ona’s chest, sucking her pierced nipple into her mouth. Tongue insistent and hot, twirling it around Ona’s sensitive skin that had her arching into Lucy’s mouth.
“Mmh, fuck,” Ona sighed, subtly rolling her hips against Lucy’s firm thigh.
“Do it again,” Lucy grunted, her teeth dragged across the hardened nipple hard enough that it made Ona gasp. She moaned, tugging on Lucy’s hair hard, hearing the older woman whimper against her skin. The gentle vibration buzzed against Ona’s warm skin.
The whimper had Ona rocking harder against Lucy’s thigh, the muscle flexed underneath Ona’s wet cunt. “Oh fuck,” her gasp sent a shiver down Lucy’s spine.
“Take what you need baby, I’ve got you,” she murmured against the warm and soft skin that smelled so much of Ona — of her home.
“God, look at how pretty you are, doing so well for mommy,” Lucy encouraged, letting her hands fall to Ona’s hips, guiding her. Lucy absolutely loved watching Ona take her pleasure on Lucy’s thigh — it was the way her hips moved, the needy whines she let slip the closer she got and Lucy was rather obsessed with the way a deep flush scattered across Ona’s chest — both from exertion and how bashful she got whenever she put on a show like this, exposed for Lucy to witness.
In Lucy’s eyes, Ona was a work of art like this. Straddling her thigh, moving with no finesse and sheer desperation as she got closer and closer to her orgasm. Each slick drag of her cunt along Lucy’s thigh sent arousal coursing through her like a wildfire.
“Does it feel good baby?” Lucy’s voice was low, unable to tear her eyes off of Ona and the way her cunt spread more and more wetness all over Lucy’s thigh.
Ona’s unfocused gaze met Lucy’s. “Sí, it feels so good,”
Lucy’s mouth moved higher up to her neck. Nipping and sucking, drawing out the most delicious and needy little noises from the girl on top of her.
“I’m so close,”
“C’mon baby, let me have it, let me see you come for me.” Lucy cooed, pressing her down harder on her thigh to bring her closer to her release.
She rocked back and forth a few more times until her hips stuttered and her body tensed up. A breathless moan rang out when she came. Lucy was there, gently bringing Ona back down from her orgasmic haze.
“So beautiful,” Lucy murmured, pulling away from her neck to look up at her girl. Her fingers held the back of Ona’s neck, bringing their lips together in an unhurried kiss.
“I want to taste you,” Lucy broke the kiss, heat simmering in the pit of her stomach at the mere thought. Ona’s pupils dilated to where you could barely see the brown in them. Her breath hitched as colour dusted her cheeks.
“Sí! Yes, please,” she stumbled over her words in her eagerness, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Lucy’s chest tightened. There was nothing she loved more than eating Ona out. To make her feel good.
She could spend hours doing it — she had spent hours eating her out, jaw-ache be damned for the reactions it pulled out of Ona. Lucy prided herself on her ability to make Ona lose all inhibitions.
To be the only one to see Ona so vulnerable underneath her.
Ona shifted restlessly in Lucy’s lap, her plea nothing more than a whisper. “Please,”
Lucy smiled, gently maneuvering them so that Ona was on her back again. Resting comfortably against the pillows, getting settled.
Once Lucy was sure that she was, she started her journey down Ona’s body. Gentle touches that roamed across Ona’s body as Lucy’s mouth trailed from her kiss-swollen lips down to her collarbone where her tongue dipped down.
Ona squirmed, letting out a whine. It served as motivation for Lucy who made her way further down. Lips skimming past Ona’s nipples and she reached for the sheets, twisting her hands in them. Her chest pressed up towards Lucy’s warm mouth.
“Mmh Lucy,” Ona whined, getting more and more restless from Lucy’s teasing. This was where Lucy thrived, working Ona up until she was begging before she even got her mouth on her girl.
“Lucia. Please,”
By now, Lucy was pressing kisses along Ona’s thighs. “What is it that you want baby, tell me.”
All Ona could do was whine, her cheeks already heating up at the thought alone of having to say the words out loud. Lucy loved it. Loved the way she could only whisper the words out, so flustered.
“Don’t make me say it,” she tried.
It only made the smirk spread wider across Lucy’s face.
“Oh no baby, you’ll say it,” with that, Lucy’s lips brushed against Ona’s soft and warm inner thighs.
A small squeak was all the noise Ona could make. The grip on the sheet tightened even more.
Lucy waited. Kept pressing scorching kisses along Ona’s thighs, sucking bruises into the sensitive skin. Marking up her girl in only ways she would ever know.
By now, Ona was writhing.
“Please,”
After a particularly harsh bruise, Lucy looked at Ona, seeing those big puppy eyes looking — pleading silently.
Her smirk remained. “Please what?”
Ona’s breath stuttered. “Please eat me out, eat my.. cunt,”
A shiver ran down Lucy’s spine to hear those words come from her sweet Ona.
It drove her wild.
With a nudge to spread her legs, Lucy got settled and put her hands around her thighs, moving her closer to Lucy’s waiting mouth.
“Fuck,” Ona’s fingers got tangled in Lucy’s hair when the pleasure almost got to be too much from Lucy’s skilled mouth. She started slow, barely there, little flicks from her entrance up to her clit to warm her up.
Ona’s eyes rolled back.
A sharp cry rang out when Lucy eased her tongue inside of her, lapping up her juices that were spilling out around her. The grip she had on Ona’s thighs tightened the more Ona started squirming, unable to pull herself away from the intense bliss.
“Mmhm Lucia,” she sighed, tugging her even closer to her cunt.
“You taste so sweet,” Lucy murmured, only breaking away for a brief moment to glance up at her girl, seeing the lust-stricken face, how her hair fanned out against the pillows, the flush to her cheeks.
“F-fuck, I won’t last long,” Ona warned breathlessly, her hips unable to stay still, rocking herself against Lucy’s mouth in tight movements. Her tongue was hot and insistent against Ona, firming it up the harder she rocked against her mouth.
“That’s okay baby, let go when you need to.”
And she did, letting herself go with a choked off cry from deep in her throat as her body tensed up, squeezing around Lucy’s mouth, who just kept giving her gentle licks as she came down.
“Oh baby, you did so well for me,” Lucy praised, smiling adoringly at Ona who hid her face in her hands, letting out a breathless giggle.
“You are impossible,” she whispered, eyes twinkling.
“And you taste good, I want more.” Lucy was unabashed in what she wanted. Right now, that was Ona coming on her tongue again.
“I— Lucia,” she couldn’t get words out when Lucy dove back, focusing more on fucking her tongue in and out of her hole, getting it as far as she could. Ona clutched the sheets, moaning loudly.
“Diós mio,” she cried, the sudden onslaught of pleasure when she was still sensitive from her orgasm not even a minute ago. There was no stopping Lucy once she made up her mind. The pleasure was fantastic, it was everything Ona needed. Her thighs trembled as her juices spilled around Lucy, working quickly to lap it all up.
Lucy was relentless. She looked down, seeing the hunger in Lucy’s eyes when their eyes met, her mouth slick with the taste of Ona.
“O-oh my god,” she whimpered, the pressure building far too quickly now when Lucy started sucking on her clit.
“There! Fuck! Lucia, please!” The way Ona whined was music to Lucy’s ears, doubling down on bringing her girl over the edge again.
She didn’t stop, she kept the same pace, same pressure, knowing that Ona would get it herself this time. It started slow, the tremble in Ona’s thighs tenfolded and the grip on Lucy’s hair tightened. Those small uh-uh-uh’s that let Lucy know just how close she was.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” Lucy cooed. Just that little bit of reassurance had Ona falling apart underneath her. She didn’t stop, not this time. She knew her girl had one more in her.
“I-I can’t,” Ona protested, trying to push Lucy’s head away when she realised that the older woman wasn’t easing up.
“Yes you can baby, come on. One more for mommy, you can do it.”
A whimper was all Ona managed when she felt Lucy’s fingers gently massage her thighs, giving her something to ground herself. To get Ona there this time, she had to pull back, to give her a small breather.
“Kiss me, por favor,” Ona’s request came out breathless. And frankly, how was Lucy to ever deny Ona that when she looked so beautifully ruined?
She couldn’t.
Slowly and deliberately, she kissed her way up to Ona’s face, cupping her face so she could slot their lips together in a slow and unhurried kiss.
Ona clung to her like a vice, bringing Lucy down as close to her as humanly possible.
“I taste so good on you,” she whispered and that nearly undid Lucy.
A strangled moan — a tight grip on Ona’s hip.
“Keep talking like that and I won’t be able to hold back.”
Ona whimpered into Lucy’s mouth, sucking on her lower lip, adding a hint of teeth that made Lucy’s life a living hell. All she wanted was to fuck her girl now, but she knew Ona could give her one more orgasm before she could do that.
“God I want you so bad. You’re so perfect baby,”
Ona absolutely keened, pressing herself into Lucy, offering herself up.
Her breath caught. “Please,”
Lucy smirked. “Ready for me to ruin you again?”
Ona’s eyes glazed over slightly, and her lips parted when she gave a jerky nod.
Lucy cooed. “What’s that baby, can’t get any words out?”
“Please ..mommy.” Those big, brown eyes that looked at her so pleadingly. Lucy was painfully weak and she knew it.
“Fuck.” Lucy breathed. The way Ona’s neck accentuated when her head tipped back, exposing all of that beautiful skin that Lucy loved marking up. The way Lucy had memorised the specific place right below her ear, where her perfume clung to her for ages. That was the perfect spot for Lucy to nuzzle her face in, breathing in the scent that was so Ona.
“Please, I need you, need your mouth, one more. Por favor,” Ona’s voice cracked as her cheeks turned beet red.
“Such a good girl baby,” Lucy praised, just to see the way Ona’s eyes lit up with pride.
Her words came out quiet. “Graciás,”
Though her eyes never left Lucy, a sense of anticipation filled her very being when she felt Lucy’s lips make their way down her body yet again. Her stomach and cunt clenched painfully, squirming. One of her hands found its place in Lucy’s hair when she manhandled Ona, putting her legs over her shoulders and pulling Ona’s drenched cunt right up to her awaiting face.
She barely got a word out until Lucy was there, tongue teasing as she spread her folds, exploring all of her, prolonging the pleasure.
“O-oh god,” she cried out. Hips canted up, seeking out more of her mouth as her senses overflowed with pure ecstasy. She gripped Lucy’s hair tighter, using it as leverage to grind her hips against her face. A string of whines and moans filled the room in combination with the wet slurps of Lucy’s mouth on her.
Just looking at Lucy, how she genuinely loved eating Ona out, that mixed with the noises and the pleasure had Ona reaching the brink in record time. Not to mention the slight overstimulation that always made her a little too sensitive, where even the barest brush against her clit made her recoil, but Lucy knew that better than anyone that it was what she needed.
Two fingers carefully eased inside of her, fingers expertly stroked against her front walls in such a way that had Ona seeing stars. The coil in her stomach, the flutter of her clit, it was all leading up to an exquisite orgasm she knew would rock her world. Lucy was taking her apart, stroke by skilled stroke. Ona crashed the moment Lucy sucked on her clit.
White-hot pleasure filled her whole being, the orgasm holding her captive as Lucy worked her through it. The intensity of it finally ebbed away, making way for that loose and warm feeling that settled deep in her bones.
She gave Lucy a weak smile, still catching her breath.
Lucy looked ravaged, like a hunter hunting its prey with the intense burn in her eyes. It made Ona’s breath hitch and a fresh wave of desire roll through her, even though she had just come.
“Fuck, next time I’m gonna take a picture when you come so I’ll never forget it.” The bluntness of her words had Ona squawking and she hid her flaming hot cheeks at the mere thought.
“Lucia!”
A slow smirk made its way across her face, winking at Ona.
She watched with rapt fascination the way Ona squirmed from the way Lucy’s fingers ran down her body from her sternum down to her abs. Just taking her sweet time memorising the girl she was going to spend forever with.
“My best girl.” She whispered, her hand against Ona’s heart feeling the way her heart sped up. She just smiled, reached down to press a kiss right where her heart was. “Mi vida.”
“Lucia,” Ona’s fingers were so gentle when they cupped Lucy’s face, bringing her in for a slow and tender kiss.
Time slipped through their fingers, losing track of it entirely. The only thing worth focusing on was each other. Remembering the feel of their soft, yet firm bodies pressing and rocking against one another, savouring every moan.
“Need you,” Ona murmured, the heavy breathing letting Lucy know exactly what it was that she wanted.
She smirked wickedly. “Need me how?”
Ona’s already big eyes, widened even more when she looked directly into Lucy’s eyes.
“To fuck me,” she finally got out. Lucy kept smirking, but that quickly turned into a small gasp of her own when Ona rocked against her, bringing her out of her stupor.
“Give me a second,” she pressed a kiss to Ona’s forehead, slipping off the bed. Quickly returning all strapped up and the sight made heat run hot through her veins. The sight of Lucy, naked as the day she was born. All muscle, yet something so undeniably soft. It was all about contrast with Lucy. Full of control and confidence in her abilities, yet so tender and willing to bend for Ona.
To give her everything she wanted to feel good. And right now, with the strap sitting snug at her hips, knowing very well she looked like sin, it made Ona’s mind go blank. No thoughts.
Just want — sheer, unadulterated want.
Ona, ready and needy, parted her legs for Lucy. Followed her every move with blazing eyes. Her heart rate kicked up when Lucy got between her legs, pressing her body close against Ona. Warm and solid. Soft and firm.
A hand on her hip, grounding her. Lucy’s steady gaze never flickered from Ona’s face.
“Ready for me, baby?”
She whined, nodding. “Yes,”
A smile lit up across Lucy’s face and the beauty of it made something crack inside of Ona’s chest.
Love. She loved Lucy so much it bordered on painful at times. This wasn’t that, this was love in its most stripped-back, pure ways. The only way they could fully show each other how much they loved one another. For them to be so intrinsically entwined, giving each other everything they had.
A wrecked moan tore through the room when Lucy pushed inside, spreading Ona open, filling her up with a strap so big that it let her feel stretched out and long enough to hit deep enough for her to feel it for days.
Lucy had planned it that way, she knew her time with Ona was limited, so she would make damn sure to let her girl feel her for days to come. She let out a moan herself when she bottomed out, hips against hips, fully nestled inside of her girl.
“So perfect baby, taking mommy so well.” She praised, feeling Ona’s grip tighten around her.
It made her shiver. “So reactive to me baby.”
Ona’s breath stuttered when she pulled back, pushing back in devastatingly slow. Lucy savoured the sensation, feeling the way Ona’s walls gave way, accommodating around her strap.
“So big,” Ona gasped, looking up at Lucy with eyes blown wide, still seeking more. Her hips canted up towards Lucy for more. To get even closer to her.
“Fuck, Ona,” she moaned, starting to roll her hips smoothly. A choked-off cry tumbled out of the younger girl underneath her.
Ona’s nails dug in, her words broke off. “Oh god,”
“There you go baby,” Lucy encouraged, leaning down to suck one of her nipples in her mouth. Her pace picked up, fucking into Ona steadily, hearing the wrecked noises slip out of her.
Ona’s fingers grasped blindly for something to hold onto. “L-Lucia,”
“Shh, I’ve got you— mommy’s got you,” she offered her hands to Ona, letting her lace their fingers together.
“You feel so good mommy,” that nearly undid Lucy altogether. That, paired with the doe-eyed look she gave her made Lucy clench her teeth, finding another gear in reaching her own peak.
“Legs around me baby.” A gentle hand on the back of Ona’s thigh helped her lock her legs around Lucy. The way her legs wrapped around Lucy made her slide in even deeper and Ona’s back bowed beautifully.
“F-fuck, fuck, fuck! Please,” she squeezed Lucy’s fingers, the frantic tone in her words that let Lucy know just how close Ona was getting.
“That’s it baby, gonna come for mommy? Let me feel it, the way you clench around my strap. You can do it,”
Ona’s eyes were wild, desperate and her voice completely broken. “Kiss me, por favor.”
Lucy smiled, one of her hands freeing themselves from Ona’s so that she could cup her cheek, bringing their lips together. Ona was too far gone. All of the usual finesse she prided herself on whenever the two of them kissed was gone. Now it was just her latching on, lips sliding against each other, muffled moans trapped between lips.
“G-gonna come Lucia, fuck! Fuck please— please can I come?” She blabbered against her mouth and it made something feral wake up in Lucy.
Something primal.
“Come for me, let me feel you,” Lucy urged, desperate to watch Ona fall apart, knowing she’d be the one to pick her back up and put her together again.
A broken cry tore from the back of her throat, head tipped back as she came hard. Completely falling apart and Lucy just watched on in admiration knowing she was the cause of this.
She loved it. It filled her chest with pride and love.
“So perfect, my good girl. Fuck, you’re beautiful,” She dropped kisses all over her neck and collarbone, fucking her through the orgasm.
“T-thank you mommy.” Ona was completely spent. Soft and so pliant and Lucy knew she could do whatever she wanted to her girl now.
She couldn’t wait.
This time, it was for Lucy.
She’d given everything she could for Ona, now it was her turn to give in to what she wanted.
“Are you ready for me baby?” She whispered against her warm skin, pressing a kiss to her pulse point. Ona just mewled, which Lucy took as a sign that she was more than okay with.
With a final kiss to Ona’s lips, she straightened up and gripped her hips, fucking into her with deadly precision. Deep and confident strokes that made Ona’s eyes roll back, letting out tiny ‘uh-uh-uhs’ that had shivers running down Lucy’s spine.
She wanted to ruin Ona, to claim her. To breed her.
The thought alone had Lucy cursing, snapping her hips forward with enough force to jolt Ona’s whole body up.
“Gonna be my good girl and let mommy breed you tonight?” Her voice came out in sharp pants. Ona’s eyes shot open, heat blazing in her eyes.
“Sí! Please, I’ll be your good girl,” that was music to Lucy’s ears.
“Of course you are baby, so good for me, letting me fill you up.”
She kept that punishing pace, hips slapping against Ona’s. Her own orgasm was creeping up on her, starting low in the pit of her stomach.
“Please fill me up,” The way Ona begged had Lucy aching, her thrusts picked up, moving faster and harder.
“Yeah? You want that? For mommy to come inside of you and then keep fucking it inside of you— is that what you want baby?”
“Ay diós mío, sí!”
A sharp grin spread across Lucy’s face knowing that Ona was well and truly gone when Spanish became the only thing she spoke.
“You’re going to look so pretty full of my come,” Lucy moaned, seeing the way Ona’s cheeks flushed.
Ona stuttered out a breathless. “Por favor,”
“Tell me who’s cunt this is Ona,” Lucy smirked.
“Oh god, fuck! It’s yours! All yours mommy,” Ona sounded drunk on lust. Her words slurring at the edges.
Lucy’s movements lost their sharpness and became more jerky the closer she got to her own climax. She was chasing it now. The slick, squelch of her strap disappearing and reappearing out of Ona’s cunt had shivers zipping down her spine, only heightening the illusion of filling Ona up.
Breeding her, making her Lucy’s forever. Only hers.
“Just a little bit more baby, I’m almost there, fuck.” Lucy gasped when the base of the strap stimulated her clit with the right amount of pressure.
“I want it, por favor. Fill me up,” Ona’s moan was sinful and made the hair at the back of Lucy’s neck stand, not to mention those fucking eyes. Staring at Lucy so pleadingly, it was rocket fuel to her orgasm.
“Fuck baby, I’m gonna come,” she moaned, her head rolling back as her hips stuttered, staying buried to the hilt inside of Ona as she came. Her body was vibrating and trembling from the intensity. She collapsed on top of Ona, who quickly wrapped both arms around her, holding her tightly, helping her ground herself.
“Thank you mamí,” she whispered and Lucy’s heart nearly burst with pride as she carefully eased out of her, quickly shedding the harness. She lay on her side, bringing Ona close, their bodies facing each other, legs tangled together.
She lifted her gaze to meet Ona’s waiting one. “Took it so well for me babygirl, you make me so proud.”
Ona flushed deep, a shy smile flitting across her face. “Thank you,”
“I’m so glad you surprised me,”
Ona caressed Lucy’s face, bringing her face towards hers so she could meet her in a gentle kiss. “Good surprise?”
Lucy squeezed her hip, relishing the warmth of Ona’s body so close to hers. “The best surprise. I love you,”
Ona’s dimple appeared with how big she smiled, hearing those words leave Lucy’s lips. “I love you too, Lucia.”
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hardest of hearts: chapter 3 | lucy x ona 18+
✧ chapter 3: chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 4 🔜
✧ word count: 12k
✧ chapter tags: heavy smut, hurt/comfort, lots of emotions, BDSM, non-football AU, implied neurodiversity, spanking, lesbian sex, aftercare, these girls are switches (just wait)
✧ blurb: There is no reason why they should work; Ona likes spontaneity, Lucy likes certainty. Ona is fiercely indepedent, Lucy has never been alone.
Oh, and Ona is a dominatrix, but Lucy can't part with control. Even when she wants to.
Perhaps they could both teach the other a thing or two about trust, and taming the urge to run from fear.
ao3 link or read below
Lucy left her hoodie.
Discarded to the side of Ona's couch, tinged, in that wonderful way hoodies tend to trap, with Lucy's scent.
Ona stares at it–now slung over her vanity chair in an effort to remind Lucy to take it–while someone is between her legs. She doesn't blink, in case it disappears, in case the fantasy shatters. She thinks it strange that a piece of clothing has become so erotic in that moment, but that thought was just concealing the truth of it all. That she'd been thinking about Lucy this entire time.
When she comes, she thinks of Lucy's hands. And the hoodie.
Seeing this girl was confirmation that Lucy was indeed distinct in her mind. This girl could never be Lucy, as lovely and casual as it is. She just couldn't be, not after every exchange with Lucy felt so confronting in its intimacy that it filled her with a healthy weight of dread each time.
Her disinterest was sudden—not just in this girl, but in seeing anyone else in general. And in the hazy aftermath, a lousy conversation, she has a tight chest. She was losing control of what she wanted, and that was perhaps her worst fear.
No one was allowed to stay over at her apartment. No matter how good the sex was or how late it was. She'd made that mistake one too many times. It was just awkward and disconcerting. Her bed was a sanctuary for her, no one else.
It was strange—most saw her as quite a spontaneous and easy-going character, which was true in some regards, but in her internal world, everything must be on a retractable leash. Nothing bad can happen if she pins every string delicately in place, even when they inevitably overlap and impede the one below it.
Things feel too heavy—a darkness that has no face or name, only a shadow that engulfs the light. Ona finds herself emotional in bed, knees retracted to her chest, heart pounding. So she texts Lucy a pathetic little confession. Because Lucy was generous with her love, generous enough to give Ona something others wouldn't.
I miss you!
Lucy is answering back before Ona can even leave their chat.
—I miss you too x —Everything OK?
Ona rolls over, a faint sigh, her room pitch-black bar the blue illumination from her phone. She takes many minutes to decide what an appropriate excuse would be.
Yes, just hoping your week is good so far 💐
—Same old same old. Good though. I sent you some things on Insta 🥰
Ona had seen the notifications, but purposefully ignored them to open at a more convenient time. Which hadn't come around in four days, apparently.
It's just dog videos. And one about a new Catalan restaurant in Manchester. Is she disappointed or relieved?
Ona closes her phone. She feels nauseous.
In her heart, she could read Lucy like she could read most people.
Lucy was the type to wait on the train tracks, knowing what was to come, but would stay anyway. Grasping onto thin, senseless hope that the train will stop for her. That her heart is vast enough, wild enough, to stop even the maddest of heart-wrecking monsters.
Or, perhaps she knew she was useless against the fortress people made of themselves, but she needed a grand hero's ending to know the book was over. Maybe Lucy could be kicked to the curb a thousand times, but her hope is innate. Love, the true kind, is worth it to her.
Ever since Ona was but a child, she knew there was something to be afraid of.
She had made mistakes in the past. Bad, bad mistakes in love. Granted, people who claimed to love her had done bad things to her too. Made bad decisions that unravelled the mostly-faithful trust of others that she once had.
No, hope wasn't innate for her. But at some point in her innocence, she had procured enough to be naive.
She never liked to assume the worst, but that was now instinct. Freeze or flight. To herself she can admit, she has no fight in her.
Ona sits in deep focus at a trendy co-working space in town, doing a little work, doing a little organising of a kinky session with someone new in two weeks. She fires off the outline of her protocols, for them to mull over and decide if she's a fit for them. Sometimes her interest in these elaborately organised interactions waned—she'd much rather invite friends over for dinner, or sit in a jazz-bar with a stranger who can still imagine who she might be.
And sometimes, the whole psychological freedom part of it didn't administer as strongly as it should, and she is left feeling far too much like herself. Just a scared, feral creature, like one exhibited at the zoo, worthy only of momentary affection from onlookers, maybe a sympathetic sigh. Then they're gone.
She had also sent the protocol to Lucy a few days prior. Even if they weren't quite strangers anymore, it would surely be useful for her to get an idea of how Ona handles the logistics and safety of it all. She isn't certain of how far they'll go, or even what they'll do, but making those correct decisions in the moment was well within her capabilities.
Anyway, kink in theory, and kink in the moment, often couldn't oppose more. Lucy may be sure of herself, may think she knows her body, but Ona is experienced enough to know that thinking, assuming, isn't nearly enough. It has taken her years to learn her limits and responses, and even then, it is still entirely unpredictable. Triggers, positive or negative, can be unforeseen, and so molecular that you couldn't possibly anticipate them.
Lucy texts her a link to a Google document. It is titled with only the date, and LB. Very inconspicuous.
Ona's eyes widen and she straightens up a bit when she's hit with a very abrupt list. She smashes the brightness-lowering button on her laptop.
Like: .Servicing (giving pleasure but being controlled) .Praise and degradation (heavy) .Pain (scratching, biting, would like to try impact stuff) .Masochisim (especially physical) .Anything rough, physically exhausting, exhilarating .Sensory stuff? (physical touch, deep pressure)
Don't like: .Too much movement restriction (open to it, but I can struggle) .Verbal degradation (giving) .Anything too messy or uncomfortable long-term
She swallows, heavy and hot.
Thank you for sending that, it's very good to know. It will probably take some testing things out and might not all be perfect at first. But that's OK. It's part of the fun ☺️ Is there anything in particular you want to try?
—Most of the stuff on that list I haven't ever experienced to the full extent. But I suppose the pain stuff could be fun to try out? Honestly, I'm really open-minded. I trust you x —I think getting into the headspace will be the hardest part 😬
I will be brainstorming for the rest of the week. You will be able to get to that place. Don't worry. 😉
—Ok! —And if I chicken out on the day?
Ona stares at that message for a moment.
Then we will do nothing. Please, if you change your mind, it doesn't matter. We could chill instead, or you don't have to come over 😊
—Only joking! I'm still very down, but thanks for the consideration. I will definitely be coming over so long as I'm welcomed. —Send me a selfie. Work is boring.
Only my face?
—Yeah...what else?
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—WOW!! The glasses 😍 The hair 😍 Freckles 😍 Beauty x
😇 Thank you XOXO
Ona was rarely antsy like this, shifting around on her feet and moving from couch to desk, to kitchen to bedroom.
She blinks twice in the mirror when she looks at her body in lingerie. The black shirt and straight dark-wash jeans come on before the feelings of dread and imperfection can. She tightens a belt, darkens her eyes, neatens her bun.
Putting on the mask had become ritualistic. She needed the calm, the queues, otherwise getting to her dominant headspace was difficult. But she wasn't stepping out onto a grand stage. She was the sole conductor, sole performer, and audience all at once. The audience part was the most damning—the hardest to appease. She was so critical of herself.
But...when the intensity melts away, that is when her fingertips burn with the magic of unequivocal trust. Of herself, and others. The control becomes a meditative state, and the anxiety of, God, fucking everything, finally lifts. That is why she likes it.
The control part was actually quite predictable for her personality type—even others could have guessed that, friends, who weren't so keen on hearing of her more sadistic side (they are merely uninitiated in their true desires, shackled by societal/patriarchal shame etc. etc).
The more caring tendencies that underpinned her approach to dominance and sex were the most surprising to her. It often happened without thinking—she broke into people, and they leaned on her, and she didn't crumble. In fact, she enjoyed it. So long as she could hand them back afterwards.
The box comes off its shelf, thudding as it hits the wardrobe floor. To the living room she brings a hairbrush and tie, before setting out a glass of water for them both.
Then she waits. Coco watches with half-open eyes at her sensitive face, her bitten lips twinging with raw pain from the lip balm.
When she hears three egregious raps on the door, she rushes up, before pulling herself back. Pushing something down. Taking a breath.
She opens the door with a tight expression, something between a smile and a compulsive movement of uncertainty. Her stomach gets light and tingly in that uncomfortable, retching way.
Lucy is so much taller than her. Stronger, too.
But it's all broken when Lucy gives her a bright and encouraging smile. One so innocent and sincere, tender as her soul. Ona welcomes her in, after they exchange a hello that Ona is too lost in thrumming heartbeats to process.
"You alright?" Lucy sighs casually as she shrugs her coat off, before leaning down to push off her sneakers. Ona adjusts the hap-hazardly hung coat, the fabric's residual warmth on her fingertips making them linger there for a few extra moments.
"Yes. Happy you're here." Ona finds herself saying.
Lucy glances up sweetly, attention not leaving Ona as she stands up and comes close enough to be close, but not intimate. "Very chic." Lucy brushes the shoulder of Ona's shirt, before starting to trace the hair that goes back into her bun. Ona stills, pleasantly bemused, before Lucy retreats her hand subtly out of self-awareness.
With a genuine smile, Ona takes her wrist back, and pulls her in for a hug. She does it before she or Lucy can think, and they easily settle into the warmth. Ona presses her face into Lucy's shoulder, closing her eyes. The thrumming stops.
When they pull back, Lucy is grinning. "Have you eaten yet?"
"No."
"Not even breakfast?"
"I had breakfast."
"Come on." Lucy lowers her gaze as she leans forward again, and Ona laughs.
"Why? Do you want me to make something?"
"No, but I can. If you want." Lucy says, as though the idea was pre-determined.
"You want to cook for me?" Ona answers, smiling almost shyly. It was the last thing she had expected, but Lucy's charm was borderline coercive.
"Well I'm not gonna cook for just myself."
Ona has to think, not letting her eyes leave Lucy so as to let her know she has no other priority right now.
"I'd like to." Lucy adds, quieter, making a small step into Ona's space.
Ona softens. "Why do you do this to me?" She crosses her outstretched arms over Lucy's shoulders, while Lucy delicately holds her waist. It's a strange kind of familiarity, like she recognises Lucy from somewhere. Maybe a part of herself, the parts she likes best.
"I'm doing nothing." She smirks back, before they both lean in for a soft kiss that neither can help. Lucy's fingers vaguely tighten their grip, only wanting Ona closer. They are cautious with it, or perhaps were savouring the intimacy. Warmth flourishes in Ona's chest, forcing something heavier to dissipate. Wishing she could feel this safe all of the time.
Her hypothesis was confirmed. Kissing didn't usually feel like this. It was always nice, usually warm and relaxing, but not this.
"How are you feeling about trying some things out, still happy?" Ona strokes Lucy's cheek with a featherlight knuckle. She poses the question ambivalently, so as not to pressure Lucy one way or the other.
Lucy takes a beat. "Definitely." She replies finally, just a healthy nerve to her tone.
Ona gives a small nod. "Cool. We can eat and then talk about it more. Whatever feels right."
"Sounds good."
They stand side-by-side at the kitchen counter. Ona finds her hands are shakier than usual as she attempts to make natural work of a gifted artisan knife on some veggies.
"What are you doing?"
Lucy looks up, before lifting the plate. "Shit,"
"You can just boil it, you know," Ona says.
"What do you mean?"
"Boiling tofu in salt. You get a nicer texture."
"That can't be true." Lucy lifts the plate to flip the tofu again.
"It is." Ona pads over to the sink to wash her hands.
Her face gives away her thoughts in a way she has never liked. This time it's a faint scowl, wondering how Lucy feels incongruous and familiar at the same time. True, she seemed to work in some strange ways, but...so did Ona. Stranger than Lucy, she is certain. What she liked already about Lucy was how grounded she is in herself. She spoke and acted her mind, hid nothing. And she didn't think twice about making Ona feel considered. The simple, implicit actions that meant the most.
"Thanks." Lucy taps her back as she passes her. Ona looks over her shoulder with a fond smile.
"—She'd be greeting me and letting me try all sorts, giving the dog treats and just. So lovely. Not everyone was like that though, it was mostly the expats, so many who were just...yeah...so odd. I don't blame you lot for being funny about it."
"What about the girls?" Ona smirks softly as she takes another forkful of food. Lucy's expression stiffens in a way it hasn't all lunch.
"The girls?"
"Mhm. How did the Catalan girls treat you?"
"I made some friends."
"Lucy." Ona grins, and Lucy rolls her eyes amicably.
"I went on a few dates. Nothing...nothing worth writing home about."
Ona hums absently, looking down at her plate."What would your dream date be?"
Lucy considers it for a moment, letting the image paint itself. Her past and a distant dream converging. "Maybe like....dinner at a nice outside restaurant in summer. Walk down to the beach, get an ice cream. That sort of thing."
Ona smiles to herself, unable to look Lucy in the eyes.
"Why'd you ask? What's yours?"
Ona pulls her mouth to one side in thought.
"No whips or leather involved." Lucy mumbles, provoking a daring glare and light kick of her shins beneath the table.
"Something quiet." She decides before Lucy can tease her. "And something a bit...not perfect. Maybe it's raining too much or we picked it randomly. I always want things to be perfect but usually they're best when it's unexpected."
"I agree. Maybe something at home?"
"Maybe."
"You said we."
"I did?" Ona glances up. Lucy is grinning this time.
"Yeah. You did."
Lucy tugs her down onto the couch once every dirtied utensil is in the running dishwasher. It's special that you get to see my crazy side, you know Ona stated after Lucy expressed some valid concern over her insistence that the kitchen cannot go untidy for a moment longer.
Lucy didn't really care though. Nor did Ona. Not when she's pulling off Lucy's hoodie to get closer to her skin, heart racing and hands eager to find touch. The thin black tank-top does nothing to hide her ridiculous arms or torso, and Ona can't even fully form the thoughts she has about them. She'd found Lucy hot for a long time, across many months of Instagram stalking and getting flustered when Stani would mention her.
But everything falls quiet when they find a comfortable position and her head drops to Lucy's shoulder, weight settling in all the right places. Lucy's arms circle over her back, giving her a gentle squeeze, approving of the closeness.
Ona thinks about Lucy submitting. It suddenly becomes a lot of pressure to guide her through this, even though Lucy is well-experienced and so is Ona. She always felt the stakes—it was what kept her present, but with Lucy, the stakes felt more like sentences. Fail, and she might never be able to look herself in the mirror again. Succeed, and an even worse beast might present itself in the confines of her heart.
This wasn't part of the ritual. But it was nice. Needed. Lucy was a wondrous kind of gentle, rare as a winter comet.
"Thanks for doing this," Lucy murmurs after the sound of nothing but their breathing becomes too repetitive for her comfort.
"Doing what?" Ona finds her hand on Lucy's wrist, absently tracing the lines of her tattoos. A mirage of cover-ups, symbols, moments captured. She'll ask about it sometime.
"Dunno...being sweet with me. It feels really good. Like, long week at work, everything's so grey and miserable, this is just...really nice."
It's hard to know exactly what Lucy means. If it was slant, or the whole truth. Lucy read as the type to intend grand meanings, but words never quite reach the places she wants. Ona could relate on the basis of language alone. Or, Lucy is just cautious—like we all are; of rejection, of others' sensitivity.
Ona too was very honest. To a fault. Nothing she said could be untrue, which meant many words and thoughts went unspoken.
"It is nice. You are...so soft." Was softness the right word? Unlikely. Soft made her think of pillows, of cat fur, of woollen jumpers and cashmere scarves. But the warmth and pressure of Lucy's body right now was not unlike that—a veil of safety, one felt far beneath the skin.
She hadn't thought she liked soft people, because nothing about life itself was soft. But Lucy was still firm in all the right places.
She considers mentioning in the bleary intimacy that she is never this easy. Never this sweet. As if a warning that it could change. She doesn't want it to, but it would. At some point, she will pull away.
Lucy's contentment is palpable. So she won't disrupt it.
At some point her lips drift to Lucy's collarbone, dropping lazy kisses to tanned skin. They land higher, on her neck, and Lucy tilts up to give her more access.
She is surprised when Lucy's fingers subtly lift the hem of her shirt."Please?"
Steadily, Ona's head lifts.
"I just want to be close to you." Lucy murmurs, almost pleadingly. Shy, too, when Ona looks her in the eyes.
She concedes—just this once. Because Lucy is quite adorable when she cannot stop herself.
Lucy's hands hesitate momentarily after the nod, as if second-guessing her decision, needing more confidence, before slowly pulling the shirt up and over Ona's head, mouth twitching a bit and pupils dilating when she catches sight of her body. Muscles defined as they hold her body up, breasts clad in a dark-red bralette.
Then a similarly scarlet flush spreads across Lucy's face, and her gaze lifts to meet Ona's with mousy guilt. Ona smirks and puts a quick hand on Lucy's chest to triumphantly detect her thumping heart.
"You're so funny." Ona teases, before relaxing back down with a more intentional position atop her, face still inches apart.
"Sorry," Lucy says with playful timidness, making some attempt at looking away. Ona redirects her attention with a knuckle on her chin.
"Why?" She grins back, amused.
Lucy has to force herself to stay looking up, sweat already clinging to the back of her neck. "I don't like to...you know..."
"I'm really fucking obsessed with your body. Your arms...your abs...your pretty smile. Does that make us even?" Ona's flirtation comes with a smile, but sounds low and steady, smoothing her hands over the places she speaks of, up to Lucy's lust-stricken face, which she holds gingerly for a few slowed seconds. Lucy's pupils widen.
"Did that make you wet?" Ona firms her face, speaks quieter, taking Lucy's silence for her own, leaning down until their lips graze.
"So wet." Lucy confesses finally, making an attempt at leaning in to kiss her properly, but Ona tilts her head away. Lucy whines, a sound Ona has never heard from her. The shift isn't lost on her, the heat kills, but she was nothing if not restrained. Lucy fills the silence again, "Let me kiss you."
"Not yet." Ona's forehead drops to Lucy's shoulder, taking in a deeper breath of her own to maintain some semblance of composure.
"What?" Lucy answers in a small voice. Hardly there.
"Why do you want to kiss me?" Ona returns calmly, steadying her knees so she can sit up and straddle Lucy.
She observes keenly as the expression below her wavers. The question a trick to bide silence. But Lucy finds an answer.
"Because I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. For one moment."
"What were you thinking about?" Ona takes Lucy's hand to her waist. Her hips make subtle, provocative movements. Lucy's mouth goes dry.
"Everything."
"No, tell me." Ona prompts, her voice measured and intentional.
Lucy tilts her chin up a bit, the breath she pulls in bringing her confidence. "Getting used by you." Ona's body freezes at the rasp in her voice. "Being your toy. Being someone for you that I've never been before." Life flashes in Lucy's bright eyes. She hardly hesitated that time, her hand squeezing Ona's hip for effect.
It hits Ona, in every place, hot and heady and fucking hell. It takes Godly strength to hold herself back. She often got some degree of turned on, even during non-sexual sessions, but Lucy made her feral.
"You've got a dirty mouth." She huffs, swiftly moving off of Lucy and distracting her mind by grabbing her shirt from the ground.
"Sit up." She adds, still looking away. The shirt comes on, and Lucy pushes herself up, swivelling her legs onto the floor. She doesn't speak, instead waiting with bated breath.
"Do you still want to try a scene? A proper one?" Ona poses the question as neutrally as she can. Just having sex is something she is far closer to conceding to than she'd anticipated, but she wasn't impatient. She lived for the drag of anticipation, and this was a crescendo worth waiting for.
"Yeah. I do." Lucy nods surely, smiling meekly when Ona looks over her flushed face.
"So you know we have to talk about it first? I'd love to skip to the fun part...but I need you safe. And comfortable. Okay? I...don't want to risk anything."
"I get it. I'm all for it."
Ona shifts in her seat. Lucy makes her feel strangely small, even when confident and in clear dictation of their exchange. Even when Lucy looks far more nervous than her.
"I need you to communicate, best you can. 'Cause I don't know what your reactions might mean." Ona feels the heat of the earlier moment still reverberating in her chest. And her ideas for Lucy were sexy, but only if Lucy was as into it as she was. And, was prepared for the reality of what submission can bring. Not that she could ever adequately put the experience into words.
"Yeah. I just don't know what to expect. It's different, like I'm experienced, but..." Lucy's hands come together on her lap, and Ona easily catches the faint timidity. She shuffles closer to pull one of Lucy's hands into her own lap.
"It's fine. It's always different with someone new anyway. With power exchange, it can get intense, but if it's too much, you say."
Lucy's gaze quite stagnantly fixates on the carpet, but Ona keeps a careful eye on her as she continues.
"You have final say in everything we do. Slow and steady, yeah?"
Lucy glances at her to affirm understanding, and nods. "Sounds good." Her usual soft and playful demeanour melts away into something more sensitive. Understandably so—the conversation was always quite clinical at first. It wasn't the sexiest thing, particularly when Ona finds herself sounding like a small-text terms-and-conditions pamphlet.
She brushes the back of Lucy's hand with her thumb as she waits a breath to continue. "Can I ask you a question that's a little personal? But I think it's important I ask."
"Go ahead."
"Do you have any bad past experiences when it comes to kink...or sexual stuff? Anything you think could come up?" She softens her tone, though earnest still.
Lucy sinks her chin into her palm in gentle contemplation.
"I think...no, nothing major....Maybe like...early on, my teens or early twenties, I had people who didn't always understand the way my brain works. 'Cause I didn't understand it myself. Why I needed certain things, or why I couldn't handle others." Lucy says, and Ona feels warmth from her courage. "I sometimes...pushed myself too hard, to be someone I wasn't, to mask that. But I'm not like that anymore. I try to be honest, and myself."
Usually, Ona maintained a healthy distance during these conversations, to establish their severity, but she figures, somehow, they are close enough not to need that.
She doesn't dwell on the fact she can't empathise with having such confidence in herself. "Can you think of any examples of things you can't handle? Or times you felt...misunderstood?"
"They wouldn't understand why I couldn't just relax. Like, my mind was everywhere, even though I was comfortable and happy, I couldn't help it. So I guess sometimes that was taken personally. Same as when I'd get...overwhelmed, need space, or something random would put me on edge and the more pressure I felt to explain myself, the more...I just couldn't." Lucy says with earnest composure, though the tension sounds in her voice regardless.
"I do get it." Ona assures. "This is for you, for both of us to have fun, so you tell me if something comes up. Yeah?" Ona lifts Lucy's hand to her own chest.
"I will do. Thanks for asking. I really appreciate it." She replies, looking up at Ona softly.
"I like you for you, I don't want you to change." Ona adds with a small grin of her own, and Lucy scrunches her nose a bit.
"Same goes for you." Lucy replies.
Ona had learnt to hold back her sentimental side around people she wasn't particularly close to, even if she did have thoughts to share, but Lucy softened her.
"My idea is that we start with some small queues. Nothing physical, just words and guidance. Good?"
"Yeah."
"I will try different approaches with my voice and my actions. I want you to lean into the ones that feel best. You can also tell me if you like something, or if you don't."
"Got it." Lucy nods again.
"You remember the traffic-light system I texted you about?"
"Green, keep going, yellow, pause or slow down, red is stop. I've used those before I think."
"Yes, I'll ask you what colour, and you can say one, or specify what you want. Like slower, gentler, a break, a different position, you know. 'Red' and 'stop' can be immediate safe-words, too."
"I'm happy with that. What about you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you need a safeword? Like, if I'm pushing you to do something, or you need a break."
Ona furrows her brows. In her years of experience, no one had ever asked that before. Especially not at the first session.
"I think...I'll just say it. I don't know. It's never come up before but I guess it's possible."
"Hm. Well you can have the same safe-words then. I want you to enjoy it too."
"I will." That, Ona is sure of. They look at each other, gentle, madly sensual. Almost frustrated that they can't read each other's minds.
Time feels hazy at the edges when she is with Lucy like this, when it's all looks and touches and realising this is all quite new after all. But maybe that's fine—the thoughts are beyond words anyway.
"You may kiss me now," Ona mutters, and an eager grin spreads on Lucy's face. Their hands break apart and Lucy's come up to Ona's face instead, thumb brushing across her freckled cheek.
"Ridiculous." She whispers, before leaning in and kissing Ona deeply. Only a few moments before Ona's tongue makes a languid gesture against Lucy's, and when Lucy inches back, Ona's hand pushes her back in place from the sensitive nape of her neck. Those fingers brush up into her scalp, and then lower, holding in a light pinch.
She drags her lips wetly down Lucy's jaw, a commanding grip, before locking onto her neck, biting and tugging hard until Lucy makes a sharp, whiny sound that punches Ona right in the gut.
"Your pain tolerance is good." Ona thumbs gently over the reddened skin.
"I know." Lucy murmurs, flustered already.
"You said you like being marked. Does that count?" Ona smirks a little, fingers roaming Lucy's neck.
"Yeah. I like that." She replies after a bashful pause.
Ona presses a final soft kiss to Lucy's lips—she just can't help herself. There was no salvation for how obsessed she was with everything that Lucy entailed. It could all be held back, until she had her like this. Then, it feels rather dangerous.
Lucy looks at her expectantly.
"I'd like to put your hair up before the session. Yes?" Ona pulls some of Lucy's hair into her hand.
Lucy nods. With slight hesitation, she slips to the floor, sitting between Ona's legs with her back turned.
"Good. Thank you," Ona remains soft, composed, holding Lucy's shoulder as she leans over to grab the hairbrush and tie. Her legs press into Lucy, as she begins to gently comb through her hair. This was one of her favourite rituals. For no real reason, apart from it being calming, and engaging of the senses. Her thing.
"Relax for me." Ona coos, going slowly and feeling Lucy's head fall back a bit each time she brushes.
"Can I call you a good girl? Do you like that?" She asks, as casually as she can. Lucy doesn't speak, but nods vigorously. Ona grins, approving with a soft, knowing mhm. As though she knew full well she was taking things from Lucy that others couldn't even see.
Hair pulled back in a secure low bun, Ona bends down to kiss Lucy's forehead, hands cupping her face. "Beautiful." She murmurs. She tilts Lucy's head back, to place a messy upside-down kiss on her lips that makes them both giggle a bit.
"Ona..." Lucy murmurs, as if a thought was there, but faded before she could catch it. She turns around too quickly for Ona to redirect her, but remains kneeling, lowering her head.
"I know, baby," Ona whispers without much thought, stroking Lucy's hair a few times as she leans her face against her leg. Sympathising with a feeling that was too tender to name.
"Go to the bedroom and kneel by my bed. Hands in your lap. I'll join you in one minute." Her voice comes low and with a spike in demand. Yet, still soft enough that Lucy can answer to it without even feeling the direct control. It's a small nod, and then she's standing up, incredibly conscious of the eyes that follow her until she disappears into the hallway.
Ona refills a glass of water, purposefully waiting a minute or two extra to test Lucy, and frame her own thoughts. She expected fear, the constricting feeling that Lucy brought her, but instead, it's raw desire that pulses through her with every shallow breath, so intense and sinful that she wonders if something is wrong with her. Her hands shake as she stares into the glass. She begins to smirk. Something is indeed very wrong with her.
When she pushes open the door to the bedroom, she finds herself smiling appreciatively at the sight of Lucy kneeling, back straight, but fiddling with her hair. Her hands fly down when she sees Ona in her peripheral. Looking once, and then looking away. Sheepish, but braving the uncertainty and probable strangeness of forcing herself into what was for her, an unnatural position.
Ona takes slow, deliberate steps, sensing Lucy's anticipation, and her silent plea for approval that she had done it right.
She stops above her, close enough that she has to look right up to meet Ona's face. Ona places a gentle finger on her chin for effect. "Would you like me to touch you today? Maybe give you an orgasm?"
The forwardness of the question makes Lucy blush, having to stumble over her reservations.
"I think so." She says beneath her breath when Ona's stern look demands a verbal response. Ona does well at hiding it, but something deep and longing tugs in her chest.
"You can be honest." Ona raises her eyebrows.
"I am being honest." Lucy replies, her nerves manifesting as an almost guilty, sultry look on her face. As if deprived for too long of being with someone who met her in this carnal kind of hunger.
"And would you like to touch me too?"
Lucy nods rather enthusiastically this time, pushing back a smile.
"Why?" Ona prompts lightly, fingers drifting to stroke Lucy's face, then up to her hairline.
Lucy takes small, uncharacteristic pauses before speaking. Her effort doesn't go unappreciated. "Because you're gorgeous. And I can't stop thinking about you."
Ona feels warmth cascade down her spine. The words truer than the touch of her skin. "What was that you said earlier? You wanted to be my toy?" Ona dials her tone back, effortlessly directed at Lucy and Lucy only.
Lucy's breath gets caught, her eyes dark and wild as they gaze up in perfect, anticipatory compliance. That for Ona, was a thrill larger than life.
"Wanted me to use you?" Out of Ona's jean pocket comes a black leather collar, thin with a small silver ring at the front. She holds it out first, sensing Lucy's touch-driven curiosity, letting her gingerly feel the material between her thumb and pointer.
"Yes?" Ona questions, gentler. A voice removed from the play.
"Yes."
She delicately buckles the collar to Lucy's neck, not tight enough to be felt in every place, not loose enough to be a nuisance. She has to nudge Lucy's gaze back to hers.
"The way you look at me is important. You look at me when I'm asking a question, always. Otherwise, your gaze must be lowered." Ona says, intending not to plant the stakes too high, because while she adored being quite ruthless in her adherence to perfection, it takes practise for these things to come naturally. She would be patient with Lucy in the places that mattered. Make her tremble in all the rest.
Ona takes to one knee, maintaining her height, as she guides Lucy's legs closer together, her feet to be tucked under, and finally, palms to be straight and flat on her thighs. Her fingertips slowly glide over them as she pulls away. "When I tell you to get into position, this is what I mean. Gaze lowered, remember? I may also do this—" Ona sharply snaps her fingers with as much force as she can, making Lucy jolt. "—To tell you. Understood?"
"Yes." Lucy plays it well, but of course, there is still an inauthenticity to her voice and held breath.
"I'm going to test your patience. Because I know how badly you like to touch, and to follow. You will keep your eyes down, no movement." Ona raises back to full height. "Colour?"
"Green." Lucy replies, without needing prompting.
"Good..."
At first, her eyes don't stray from Lucy. Walking an exaggerated circle around her room, towards her wardrobe, where she picks up a single paddle from the floor, and walks back to place it on the bed.
"Good girl." She whispers, and Lucy looks up. "Ah." Ona points to the floor. It's all subtleties, soft around the edges, nothing harsh or even too far from her usual character.
The silence speaks for itself, the silence that is usually so rare in an intimate scenario. Taking the comforts away made everything more electrifying, made you appreciate the other ways someone can be felt. Even in sound, in your own fear, in knowing you can do as you please but choosing not to. Choosing to submit.
Ona lets the carpet creak beneath her with every weighted step back towards the wardrobe.
Anticipation is the part that makes anything worth waiting for. The promise contained the simplest of gestures, the quietest of moments. The wait was part of the prize.
With each return, she reads the twitches of Lucy's body. Fingertips pressing into her thighs, parting her lips and closing them again. She must feel Ona's meticulous surveillance like sun on burning skin, and is holding herself back. How very sweet, Ona thinks.
Lucy was everything she wished to be. Only here, could she make her break. A sick kind of revenge against the time she spends being someone she hates.
"So patient. Did you find that hard?" Ona does not place the riding crop on the bed, instead holding it in her hand. She thinks more about posture, tone, and slowly but surely, the word begins to shrink to just the girl at her feet.
Lucy nods timidly. God, her silence, the melting of her confidence, made Ona so wet. It's like she doesn't want to be this pliant, but she just can't help herself. She'd tamed brats, wrangled feisty characters into submission, but never come face to face with something so sincere.
"Why's that?" Ona's sympathy sounds only half fake. Perhaps more than half.
"I...felt really...watched."
"Intimidated?" Ona smirks.
Lucy purses her lips, air staggering as she breathes shallowly. Ona continues without question.
"No touching unless I say so. Sí?"
"Sí."
"Ah. ¿Sabes hablar español?"
"Un poco." Lucy grins bashfully.
"Muy impresionante. Lo tendré en cuenta." Ona teases, giving her a small pat on the head.
She takes a step back, lifting her shirt up and off. "¿Manos?"
Lucy offers her hands, and Ona guides them up to the waistband of her jeans. "Would you like to?"
"Please." Lucy whispers, leaning her head forward, fingertips reaching for the denim. Ona gives her a small nod, and Lucy carefully unbuttons them, taking down the zip, and then hooking her fingertips around the fabric at her hips.
Lucy takes them down delicately, making sure Ona's underwear doesn't get caught with them. She almost looks disappointed for a moment when the meticulous part is over, and she's letting them fall, but not so disappointed when her eyes catch the red panties in front of her.
"Fuck, Ona," she leans forward and places a soft kiss on her lower thigh. Buzzing with passion, and a need that heats Ona's blood. She often felt desired, but never this wanted.
The riding crop touches Lucy's face, nudging it back. Then Ona lands a gentle hit on the side of Lucy's cheek. A jolt, breath pulled in.
"I said no touching." A hand on Lucy's hair tugs it sharply back, her neck craning, eyes wide with a sudden fear. A fear she may have never felt before. A fear that contends the trust, reshapes it, challenges it.
"You want to get your mouth on me?" Ona keeps her expression firm, eyes dark and unyielding in a way they simply couldn't be outside of the bedroom. Once described as deer becoming fox. Sensitive into predatory.
Ona doesn't miss the shift in Lucy. Feels it, maybe before she does. Not something Ona can read, not just yet.
"Undress." Ona mutters, as if an afterthought.
Lucy pulls her shirt off in a quick motion after a beat of hesitation, and Ona perches on the edge of the bed to lean over and caress Lucy's muscles.
But instead of her exhaling a wanton breath, Ona finds herself struck by a sudden concern that stops her hand. "What's wrong?"
Lucy glances up, almost unnerved by Ona's changed disposition. "Nothing?"
"We're going to pause." Ona immediately sinks to her knees in front of Lucy. Eye to eye. "Tell me what you're feeling."
Lucy panics. Suddenly. Visible on her face, in the small movements of her fingers—glancing around for escape, or perhaps the answer to Ona's question. Which did not yet exist within herself.
"I don't...know..." She tries hard, speaking to the ground. Ona eases, reaching a hand to the back of Lucy's neck and thumbing it softly.
"I don't think I'm doing it right." She admits finally, lips hanging open after, rattled by her own doubt. Trying to smile, to take it lightly, but feeling ashamed.
"Did you not like what I did?" Ona asks with genuine ambivalence, unaffected by whatever her answer may be.
"No. No really I- I liked it. It was perfect. I just...I'm not used to being here."
The disappointment in Lucy's voice and expression makes Ona profoundly sad.
"I don't know how to respond to what you do. I felt like I was there for a moment and then it just...went." Lucy stiffens as she speaks, a finger quietly curling in to pick at her cuticle. Ona shifts herself to sit with her back against the bedframe, separating her legs, opening her arms out. "Come." She encourages softly.
Lucy reluctantly crawls into her arms, and Ona coaxes her into a comforting hold. "How could you tell what I was feeling?" Lucy chuckles nervously as she pulls herself in, the thump of her heart sounding against Ona's ribs.
"Your shoulders. Tense." Ona rubs them for effect, and Lucy slumps down. "Maybe you need something more...active. At first."
"I'm sorry," Lucy murmurs absently.
"No. No sorrys."
Lucy gives a meek nod, burying her face into Ona's chest, bringing her knees inwards.
"I know. You're okay." Ona whispers, stroking her hair and giving her temple a few kisses. "I've got you." she begins to whisper.
Ona pauses. Perhaps Lucy just needed a different approach, momentarily at least. "I know you want to be a good girl. You are. You're a very good girl. You have a big heart, you're so intelligent...you just need to relax, and trust yourself."
Lucy snuggles into her lap, but the height difference doesn't make it the easiest. "Settle. Take a few deep breaths, bebé."
But behind Ona's soft eyes were the voices that told her she had fucked up. She even felt a bit...embarrassed. It sets cold and heavy in her gut. She could never sustain being around Lucy if it meant feeling so far from herself. So conscious, yet so...out of control. It's not a foreign feeling though, rather, it feels like Lucy returns her to something. Something of her past, a part of herself that she locked away. Which is equally as scary as the unknown.
But right now, she was still in control. She still had time. She was still needed.
Lucy takes the deep breaths. She keeps her face tucked away, and Ona finds it endearing that she is comfortable enough for Lucy to find a place against her. Many people have seen and touched her skin, but even she can admit, this was a rare kind of closeness.
"Mhm, doing so good..." she follows, pressing her cheek against Lucy's scalp.
"Just be patient. You'll find it. You'll get there."
It takes a few minutes. But Lucy lifts her face and it shows a subtle, newfound comfort. "I'm surprised I liked that so much." She mutters, mellow but content.
The smile dumbfounds Ona. "Why?"
Lucy blinks. "'Cause I don't...usually enjoy someone speaking to me like that."
"But you did?"
She lowers her face shyly. "I did."
Ona's grin returns in full force. She brushes a stray lock behind Lucy's ear, expression relaxing.
"Would you like to continue? Or we can stop it there."
Lucy looks at her rather blankly, but no, her eyes are drifting down.
"I want to keep going. I want you to use one of the..." She kneels up to look at the implements on the bed.
"You want me to use some impact?"
"Mhm."
"Are you sure?" Ona raises her brows, mildly concerned at how hastily Lucy's nature had changed.
"I am. I know myself well enough to be sure." Lucy charms her. For better or for worse. So Ona grants it, despite her initial reluctance.
The energy shifts grandly. Not perfectly, not without etchings of hesitation in movements or words, but humanly. Comfortably.
Minutes later, Ona has Lucy bent over the edge of the mattress, a pillow beneath her head. She was quite willing to let Ona tug down her grey sweatpants, which of course ruined Ona just a bit more. Lucy had an ass, presented well by her Calvin Klein thong. Her body in general was quite unreal, by far the fittest counterpart Ona had ever played with. If Lucy decided to use that strength against her, well, she simply couldn't contend, but maybe she'd be okay with that. Eventually.
What Lucy doesn't expect is for Ona to drape her body atop hers, a hand coming down to grasp her jaw. Tense, but for all the right reasons.
"You are so obedient." Ona purrs, hips pressing subtly into Lucy's ass, surprisingly herself with how much she adores the position. Often it's role-play over realised feelings, but today, she doesn't feel so strange in the way she acts. There's more truth to it, more attraction.
For Lucy, the word is a spike—shooting into her throat, reigniting the flame that had gone to embers for just a moment. It seems she also can't handle the heat of the position, or how badly she needs this.
"Be hard." Lucy's husky growl finds a confidence that surprises Ona, though it certainly shouldn't—given Lucy's character. Ona takes the challenging edge with both claws, her own heart picking up with adrenaline.
"You think you can handle it?" Ona knows how far she would go in a first session, but she could tease all she wished. "What if I make you cry? Would you like it?" She feels the curve of Lucy's chin with splayed fingers, letting them wander idly across her jaw. Learning like Braille, taking like an artist from their muse.
"Who's the one who said I can handle pain?"
"Smartass." Ona scoffs beneath her breath, not missing the way Lucy's eyes fix on her tensed, tattooed forearm.
Lucy could launch her back in a single movement. Ona was strong, but not that strong. She begins to smirk, getting heady before she even asks the question. "Can I touch you baby? Feel how ready you are for me?" Her voice is deceitfully soft, proceeding to slip her fingers into Lucy's mouth to muffle her response.
Lucy nips her fingers defiantly, lowering her cheek to the bed while Ona's free hand skims down the side of her body, firm and determined. Taking, taking, taking.
Her fingers force their way into the gap between Lucy's hips and the mattress, then slide beneath the hem of her underwear, finding heat, and Lucy jerks from the sudden stimulation.
"Dios, Lucía." Ona whispers in genuine awe. Even she is certain she hasn't felt a girl this obscenely wet before.
Lucy's whole body tenses as Ona's fingertips stroke down towards her entrance, and slowly back up again. All experimental—kind in her caution, cruel in her precision. Lucy stifles a sound into her arm when her clit is circled, hiding her face in embarrassment.
Ona possesses a coy grin, entirely satisfied with her responses, but equally patient with the fact that Lucy is likely experiencing a plethora of contradicting thoughts and sensations. That was why she chose this positioning—Lucy didn't have to look at her, didn't have to do anything but be beneath her.
And her blood is a lit fuse—rushing through her veins and back to her heart when it reaches no end. She can't resist grinding into Lucy's ass harder, biting the inside of her own cheek at the needy rock into her hand. Her mouth falls to Lucy's neck, dropping a tender kiss there.
But it's only a few touches before her fingers are drawing out. Lucy doesn't look up, therefore missing the way Ona quietly, desperately, sucks the taste from her fingertips.
She smooths a hand over Lucy's hair to bring her back, eliciting a groan of frustration. "Pick two numbers lower than ten. En Español."
Lucy tilts her head towards Ona.
"Do it or I'll make it veinte."
"Ocho y...seis." Lucy smiles timidly, conscious of her accent.
"Catorce. Think you can handle?"
"Si. Mami."
Ona is stopped in her tracks. Slowly, her jaw drops into candid amusement. She is smiling, leaning down into Lucy's neck, huffing a bout of laughter in a way she can't quite contain. Lucy turns her face into the pillow with shame, but her cheeks lift, exposing the grin that overcomes her.
"Mami, hm?" Ona teases earnestly, addicted to the feeling of Lucy's skin on her face.
"Oh stop." Lucy tries so hard not to shrink away. Ona just grins, nuzzling into the back of Lucy's neck, grazing her teeth over the collar.
"It's okay. I like it." She whispers, before tugging on the leather impulsively. "Call me that again and it will be hard to resist letting that needy mouth on my pussy, I think."
Ona attains unreasonable satisfaction from the way Lucy reacts so viscerally, her body twitching and hands clutching the sheets harder.
Lest she lose momentum, she raises up, taking the paddle that Lucy selected. Firm blue rubber, a reasonable first choice.
Ona hits her once without warning.
Not too hard, not too gentle either, on the lower swell of her ass. Lucy buckles forward with a muffled squeak, though the mattress provides more than enough support for her to not even need her legs.
Ona just smirks proudly, leaning over to tug Lucy's hair—weakened strength causing her head to jolt back. Ona's free hand gently massages the spot she'd hit. "I want to hear you. Don't hide. Colour?"
Lucy stumbles through her words. Taking apart such a confident, well-mannered older girl was something straight out of Ona's fantasies. "Fu- Green."
"Ready for more?" Ona gives her a moment to recover, persisting with the massage, and after a small nod, lands the paddle again. Lucy hardly twitches this time, almost too relaxed, not needing Ona to hold her up.
Ona spanks the reddening skin with her own hand, and that makes Lucy choke on her breath. That sound is sharp, shattering, and even Ona has to rub her palm on Lucy's skin to soften the sting.
"Do you like this?" Ona switches hands, angling the paddle right, before bringing it down.
From behind gritted teeth are effortlessly pulled groans, breaking with every hit. Breath escapes. "I do." Ona could always tell when someone found the pain good, versus when it was merely tolerated.
"You a painslut like I think you are?" She hits her again. Harder.
"Tell me." Ona has to prompt, deciding to spank Lucy once on that asscheek too. Lucy remains speechless, breath staggering, clutching the duvet balled in her hand, but not because of the pain. Because she really, really likes this. So much so that she has no words.
By ten, Lucy's reactions are quick, and so close to being moans. Her skin is starkly red. Ona pauses briefly to massage it gently.
"What colour?"
"Green." Lucy replies without hesitation.
"Are you sure you're not close to your limit?"
Lucy shakes her head.
Ona hits her higher on her ass, underwear protecting just a bit of her skin.
When she finally delivers the fourteenth hit, Ona drops the paddle as a cue to Lucy that it's over. She doesn't drape herself over her body this time, instead leaning over the bed next to Lucy, faces mere inches apart.
"You did good. How are you feeling?" She asks, leaning to give Lucy's cheek a quick kiss. Ona's hand goes to the back of her neck, feeling for tension, down to her shoulders and back muscles. Beneath her fingers comes the most willing submission of all; Lucy's full acceptance of her touch as comfort.
"I liked it." Lucy admits after a long pause, finally tilting her flushed face to look at Ona, spaced-out but content. Fond, even, in the way her eyes glimmer in the dim light. Wide and willing jade meeting the earnest depth of Ona's.
"Yes? How did it make you feel?" Ona softens her massage to instead graze her fingertips through Lucy's hairline. She watches her eyes close, brows soften.
"Good," Lucy murmurs. Ona waits for an elaboration that doesn't come.
"It's a good feeling, hm?" Ona says softly, and Lucy nods.
She shuffles closer, until her forehead is against Lucy's. She feels overcome with strange, raw emotion.
"I want to do something for you." Lucy says, reaching a hand behind Ona's head to guide it closer, breaths mingling, voices hushed for only one another.
"Like what?" Ona nudges her nose sweetly.
"Something to make you feel good. If you want that."
Ona's grin spreads. "Of course I want that. Sweet thing." Her fingers slip beneath the collar, feeling it and tugging softly so their lips faintly clash. "What do you want to do to me?" She asks in a sultry whisper.
"Get you on my tongue."
Ona could have keeled over from the spike of pleasure in her gut. Instead she pecks a kiss, before standing up and flipping Lucy around, but urging her to stay sitting on the bed.
"You think you're good at it, don't you?" Ona stands between her legs, and Lucy boldly grabs her ass. Pulling her even closer. Ona falters, momentarily.
"So I've been told," Lucy smirks.
"I'm not your other girls. My standards are very high." Ona lets Lucy's legs trap her in, head tilting down to meet her.
"From who?" Lucy asks without thinking twice.
Ona pauses, pursing her lips contemplatively.
"Myself." She decides, adding seductively, "I'm good at making myself come."
"Did it last night. Thinking about you." She nips at Lucy's ear. The confession felt cheekier for the fact it was entirely true.
"T-tell me about it." Lucy stammers, mindlessly rolling her hips, the idea evidently driving her crazy.
"Another time." Ona takes a step back, breathing and letting the flush settle from her face.
Lucy stands up, closing in the space and pulling Ona in for a kiss that is accepted at first. Slower, passionate, but Ona hates tilting her head up and Lucy's hands are far too promiscuous.
"No." Ona pulls away with a tug on Lucy's lips.
"On your knees." She elicits. Indecision crosses Lucy, the slow shattering of a long-standing resolve. She doesn't oblige at first, so Ona continues, firm and almost bitter, "Or can you not be trusted?"
"I can." Lucy huffs, sinking to her knees, gaze locked on Ona above. Ona tugs her neck forward by the ring on her collar.
"You're lucky to get to do this." She says bitingly, keeping her finger looped in. Lucy anticipates more, but Ona keeps those thoughts to herself. Sometimes saying nothing at all was more poetic, more tempting. She played the long game, would win every time.
"Go." She releases the collar, walking back until the back of her knees hit the mattress and she perches on the edge. Lucy crawls forward until she's at Ona's feet, uncharacteristically silent.
"What do you like?" Lucy questions finally, voice a lustful rasp. Ona caresses her face with tender, imperious fingers, letting a breath go now that Lucy is willing beneath her.
"I like it slow." She begins, her own breath suddenly becoming unsteady with nerves or anticipation—she isn't sure. Brown eyes soften, forehead too. "Tease me. Everywhere. Then...build it up, consistent. Lots of pressure, but only at the end. You know how to do it. I'll tell you if you're wrong."
Lucy swallows, leaning in. "God. I want to worship you." She groans against Ona's thigh, pressing her nose in and dropping a soft kiss. Her hands loop around her thighs to part them.
"Then worship me." Ona whispers. "But no hands at first."
Lucy chases the tease, finding Ona smiling tauntingly.
"Do it. Use your teeth. Hands on your knees."
Lucy glares petulantly as she leans in to take the lace that hugs Ona's hip between her teeth, giving it a firm, impatient tug. She repeats on the other side. It takes a few alternations until the waistband is lowered enough for Ona to use her own thumbs to push the underwear over her ass.
But a strange feeling comes over them both, a self-conscious tension. They say nothing, hardly even look at each other, but Lucy burns red, and Ona tries to panic her way back to confidence, fingers stuck in the movement that would reveal herself to Lucy once and for all.
"I'm nervous." Lucy admits first beneath her breath, half-smiling, looking ever so soft as she says it. Speaking for me? Ona thinks.
"Don't be."
"It's been a long time-"
"I don't care." Ona roots her fingertips at the crown of Lucy's head and guides her forward, liking the way she holds back a grin when being guided. Ona relaxes her thighs, letting the physical connection come naturally. "Good girl. So pretty." Ona strokes Lucy's burning face in a single brush, before her finger loops around the collar to tug her inwards a final time.
Lucy strengthens her neck from the command, beginning to languidly kiss each of Ona's warm inner thighs. Lucy's impatience is palpable, and Ona needs no further foreplay, but the act makes her sigh pleasantly nonetheless. It was instinctual for Lucy, but intentional nonetheless.
Lost in a slight haze, she misses the queue of Lucy boldly firming her tongue and pressing it into the already-soaked fabric, rubbing the tip against her and sending flames of pleasure through her body.
She had become good at denying her own body for long periods of time, but a dizzying heat sweeps over her as Lucy tongues her lightly, each movement leaving behind the heaviest of aches.
Lucy digs her nails into her own thigh, so desperate to grasp onto Ona and be surrounded by her that it almost hurts. Her mouth soaks Ona's underwear further, trailing open-mouthed kisses, toying with the fabric until she can't hold back anymore. Her teeth carefully pull the underwear free from against Ona's core, tugging it down hard. With some effort as it falls, Ona slips her leg out, letting it drop to the other ankle.
She swears in Catalan beneath her breath.
"You're perfect. And wet." Lucy whispers when she finally braves the look forward, an exposing feeling flushing through Ona. She grasps Lucy's chin firmly, forcing her to meet a stern gaze.
"For you, guarra." Ona's reddened cheeks lift with a sly grin. She reaches between her legs with the other hand, finding her confidence again, swiping two fingers up from her entrance to feel for herself, before wiping the slick crudely on Lucy's cheek, making her wince.
"Beautiful." She coos, admiring the way Lucy's eyes settle in that tell-tale way.
So she decides to keep going. Her two fingers trail into Lucy's mouth, pushing past her lips and following the guide of her tongue as they push further back.
The sight is obscenely hot. But one wrong breath and Lucy gags pathetically, forcing Ona's fingertips to quickly retreat. But she is determined as ever—grasping Ona's wrist and pulling them back into her mouth.
"Don't breathe when I'm at the back of your throat. Relax your tongue." Ona presses back in, this time arching her fingertips into Lucy's tongue, mimicking a fingering motion. She thrusts them softly, watching tears fill Lucy's eyes with the effort of not gagging. Until she does, and Ona pulls them out slowly, a string of saliva connecting her fingers to Lucy's lips.
She only smiles sympathetically as Lucy catches her breath, face lowered again with the shame of it.
"I'm having a hard time believing you're usually in control." Ona leans back again, hands braced on the bed by her hips, awaiting Lucy to resume her work. The comment makes Lucy scowl.
"Well believe it."
"Hard time. When you're so good and pliant like that. Letting me fuck your mouth. Now. Put it to good use."
Lucy flattens her tongue and drags it up Ona's cunt rough and hard, no reservations, making Ona gasp sharply, twitching from the intensity. Lucy flicks up against her clit, too much, and Ona chokes out a moan, pulling Lucy's hair. It feels incredible, she wants more, but wants Lucy's obedience first.
"Fucking- puta. Do it properly. I told you how. Slow." The snap makes even Ona have to pause for a breath, impassioned by it all, and admittedly riled by Lucy's sudden defiance and obvious teasing. She worries she went too far, especially when her sub looks stunned for a moment, guilt washing over her face. Words get trapped in Lucy's throat, before murmuring an apology.
"Don't even think about being cheeky. Won't get you what you want." Ona mutters, but her thighs tremble as she settles her weight back into the mattress as Lucy draws herself nearer.
Lucy is good at this. That Ona could have guessed, but the confirmation comes from how effortlessly her tongue now teases slowly between every fold, then around her clit, not quite against it. She doesn't hold herself back, pressing her mouth against Ona like she's been here many times before, not afraid to let her face get messy or to show just how much she adores this. But she begins with caution, a deliberate ease-in.
"Good, making me feel so good, Lucy..." Ona sighs, losing some of her control in favour of leaning further back, bucking softly against Lucy's eager tongue as her body demands more. Lucy hums in response, licking a stripe up the length of her heat a few times before flicking over her clit.
"A- Ah, si," Ona's ankles cross over Lucy's lower back, chest going splotchy with red from how overwhelmed she suddenly feels. Her stomach knots into heat, and it takes effort to breathe, to remember that she is meant to be commanding this. But her desire betrays her, pleading for Lucy and ripping any coherent thoughts out of her mind. It felt too good to deny, too real to regret.
Lucy keeps going, taking her clit in a gentle suck while her tongue toys firmly. "You taste amazing, mami. Thank you- for letting me do this." Lucy's ragged voice falls from a thoughtless place before lewdly smothering her with her mouth. Knowing Lucy was truly loving this only makes it better for Ona. She sucks again, moving languidly, two fingers rubbing up and down the areas her mouth can't stimulate.
"Oh my- god, you deserve it, sweet girl. That's it," Ona's breathing picks up, heavy and laboured with the effort of not breaking completely. "Inside," she huffs frantically as Lucy angles both fingers to press into her, a brief glance up for permission.
And Lucy could have keeled over from all of the praise, shifting just an inch so she can grind into her heel. She stifles a moan from the friction against her underwear, the pressure making her writhe.
Ona throws her head back with a choked full-body gasp when Lucy arches her finger deep inside, searching for a softer sensation on her fingertips, the one that will make Ona shake. Above her, the girl is unable to keep herself upright, the stretch of her cunt a perfect mix of aching and pleasurable.
Thankfully, she was so aroused that the stretch eased within moments. And Lucy was gentle, so careful with it that somewhere beneath the carnal lust, she feels an overwhelming tenderness towards her. One she doesn't quite enjoy, bordering on pain in her chest, so she closes her eyes once more. "No pares, Lucia. Harder." she whines, desperate and mindless, as Lucy tongues her clit with expert precision, harder, just as requested.
A deeper, internal pressure builds more intensely with every thrust of Lucy's fingers, flexing and dragging in rapid bursts that make Ona clutch the sheets madly. Her mind draws entirely blank, she can't even think of Lucy. Or herself. Just the heat, the hormones, something beyond her understanding.
"Yes, fuck Lucia, fucking me so good- I'm close. Gonna-" Ona's pitchy voice breaks into a moan as she quivers and tumbles quickly over the precipice of an intense orgasm. So intense, so hot, she usually likes to hold back but fuck. No no no. Not today.
Her world goes electric white as she breaks fully, spilling out onto Lucy's hand, release dripping down her sub's face and hand with each spike of sharp pleasure that makes her moan desperately between lost breaths. "Si, Sisisi-"
She has to chase the air into her lungs, greedily swallowed up by slowly softening pulses of orgasmic bliss. Still, longer than she can ever remember this lasting.
Oh god.
She straightens her back, panting. "Did I-"
Lucy seems to breathe for the first time in hours, her strong hand shaking and veins thrumming. "Holy fuck." She grasps senselessly onto the nearest material, which ends up being the end of the duvet, and pulls it closer to wipe her face. Her fingers draw out a little too quickly, making Ona wince.
Ona can't, shouldn't, verbalise the shame she feels for coming so intensely. She glances down at Lucy, and finds something far beyond submission in the look she eventually returns.
"Thank you," Lucy whispers reverently, her hands coming up to caress Ona's thighs.
"...You're incredible." Ona can't help but praise, exhaling a breathy laugh of utter disbelief. She begins to stroke Lucy's head. "Y-your fingers, bebé, where'd you learn that?" She leans down to kiss Lucy's forehead, holding her weight there for a moment.
"I don't know. But I'm glad it made you feel good."
Ona smiles down at her, almost sadly. Almost like she could cry if she smiled for long enough.
"Sorry for getting you messy."
Lucy grins as she meets Ona's gaze, tilting up to find her lips. "Don't tempt me with a good time."
Ona just chuckles, taking Lucy's hands while keeping their foreheads pressed together. For a brief second, it's silent. Only breathing, the sound of blunt fingertips in Lucy's scalp, invisible thoughts that drift into the void.
"Let me make you feel good. Your choice. I'll give you whatever you want." Ona says quietly, voice scratched, but feeling slightly more alive.
"I want to try something." Lucy says, green eyes timid but trusting in the way they look up from below.
"Yeah. Anything."
It's a staggered few moments where Ona is throwing herself on the bed, frantically adjusting the pillows so Lucy can straddle her and take her breath in a bruising, filthy kiss. All tongue, messy lips, breathy sounds. She actually quite likes Lucy's hands being free, because they're rough and demanding as they move from her face to her hair, to her shoulder to grope her breast. When they finally draw breath, Lucy reaches behind to push down her own underwear, which Ona finds obscenely attractive, before she's dragging Ona's hand down her body, towards where she needs her.
Lucy slumps forward with a gorgeous, heavy moan into the kiss when Ona begins to touch her. Firm strokes up and down her wet, swollen core. Ona flattens her fingers, letting Lucy practically hump her hand with how unbearably needy she has become. Ona couldn't possibly hold herself back from giving her what she needs.
"Let me ride your fingers. Need to be filled. By you. Ona." Lucy whines, her name resounding like a blessing, lips kissing a messy path down Ona's throat and ending with a bite above her collarbone. Ona, head spinning from the rush of how sexy Lucy is, obliges, a finger gliding down until she presses it past the tight ring of muscle. Lucy stiffens from the intrusion.
Ona brings a hand to her shoulder blades, bearing into them with a gentle thumb. "Relax. It'll feel good. Just give it a minute." She kisses Lucy slower, lips inundated with that pleasant, kissed-out numbness as she eases her finger in to stretch Lucy out just enough.
Lucy hides her face in Ona's neck, breathing slowly, shifting her hips so Ona has a better range of motion.
"Grind your clit. It will feel better." Ona murmurs after a second of adjusting, more sultry, flexing her wrist so the palm of her hand finds Lucy's clit. "There you go." She whispers when Lucy begins to rock her hips.
"Never done this before." Lucy croaks into her skin, nervous but thrilled, her hips stuttering with vague uncertainty of what feels best. It all feels best. Ona drops a tender kiss on her cheek.
"It's okay. Take your time." She thrusts her fingers slowly, focusing more on stimulating Lucy's wet clit with circles of her palm. Lucy digs her nails into freckled skin. "God, you're getting so wet for me. It feels so good, no? Do you want another or just one?"
"Another," Lucy says, trembling, doing the work of sinking back down into Ona's fingers when the second one slips in beside the first.
"Hm, you've never been on top? Taking it?" Ona speaks to the question that lingers from Lucy's comment. She half-smirks, prideful from the confirmation that she was at least one first for Lucy.
"Mhm." Lucy bites her lip when Ona drags along a rather sensitive spot, letting herself be consumed by pleasure in a way she rarely can. "Never even been- strapped. By someone else." She adds quietly, as if hoping Ona wouldn't hear.
"We can change that." Ona brings her other hand to the nape of her neck, knowing it must be a pleasant spot for Lucy.
"Hm. Don't know." Lucy starts to smile into her skin, quickly breaking down into a more pleasured expression when Ona joins her in finding a rhythm that fills her completely with each grind.
"I wanna strap you. Make you feel good. Your body's- so sexy." Lucy whimpers, making Ona chuckle softly, knees raising on either side of her.
"So eager to please." Ona fucks into her harder, making Lucy choke on her breath and arch her chest against Ona's. If she had the patience, she'd have her and Ona's bras off in a moment. But nothing could rip her away from the high she frantically chases. Ona only pushes her further. "You're close. So tight around me. Big girl like you getting fucked hard...I love it."
The words make Lucy short-circuit. All it takes is a few deliberate grinds of her clit and she's biting into Ona's shoulder with a piercing, sudden moan, cunt spasming around Ona's burning fingers as they relentlessly draw out every atom of pleasure. A release easily found, taking Lucy aback. She shudders with each hit, groaning with ecstasy, and when she closes her eyes tightly enough, her lashes are wet with tears.
It's only when the overstimulation kicks in for Lucy, and she can't handle the intensity, that she crumbles once and for all, collapsing onto Ona with her full muscular weight, a damp forehead pressed into Ona's shoulder. She whines quietly, not with pain or pleasure, but with overwhelm.
When Ona breathes for what feels like the first time all afternoon, something leaves with it. Predictably, collecting her thoughts proves difficult. It was far from the kinkiest sex she'd ever had, or even most intense. But no— it was intense. So intense. In all the right ways. Ways that can't be planned or manufactured.
Ona lets the armour fall, wound tense, but floaty with weakness at the same time. They both pant, the tight cling of arms feeling more like atoms that won't separate. A yearn to stick, to bond, to eventually suffocate.
She hardly notices how her fingers are stilled inside of Lucy, though with prompting she feels her aching wrist alerting her of such facts. It burns, but she would never not hold someone together after they broke down, just for her.
And words won't suffice. She threads her fingertips into Lucy's scalp, scraping gently as she takes her fingers out with utmost caution, slow enough that Lucy hardly feels it. She wipes her hand on the sheets before bringing it back up.
Once life finally breathes back into them both, Lucy lifts her face, green eyes misty, sun-kissed skin flushed with heat as she looks down at Ona nervously. She quickly glances away, so Ona's hand cups the back of her head and urges her to lie back down. To be comfortable. Lucy adjusts, stretching her legs, before settling down, nose pressed into the crook of Ona's neck.
Ona's stomach twinges with a sudden weight.
"Go to the bathroom before you get too comfy." She murmurs a minute later, nudging Lucy's face up with her nose.
Lucy groans.
"It's good practice." Ona mumbles, shifting her body to encourage Lucy to get up, but a hand stays firm on her shoulder.
"I know. This wasn't my first time." Lucy half-smiles, still shy, still processing. Ona pats her back appreciatively as she hauls herself up begrudgingly.
Really though, it's a breather they both need. Ona curls onto her side when the lock clicks in the bathroom, bringing her knees up, lowering her chin towards her clasped hands. She thought she needed respite, too hot and overwhelmed, but as soon as Lucy's gone, she feels empty. Scared, almost.
She touches her own feverish skin. Lucy's heat and sweat still cling to her stomach, her own sweat damp on her lower back.
She mentally drops, but it's not just guilt. She is inundated with passion, and it's not just lust.
It has been so long since someone's presence punched her in the gut as Lucy's did. So long, that she thought she'd forgotten how to feel it. That it would never come back. She'd killed it, the innocence, with foolish escapades and a kind of sexuality that she's far from proud of.
She blinks, toes curling. She hears the tap running.
Why did she like Lucy? Because Lucy was good. Probably always had been. Never second-guessed the gentle, unending way she loved.
Behind the closed door, Lucy is stopped by the sight of a lacy green bralette hanging on the towel rack, next to a couple of pairs of underwear. She purses her lips as she checks the size tag, and steps back. It could be Ona's, but it really, probably wasn't.
In the bedroom she pulls on her underwear, head lowered, grateful at first when Ona doesn't move from her position to watch what she's doing.
"You okay?" Lucy, of course, notices Ona's guarded disposition when she really looks.
Ona hums softly, nodding, forcing life into her face as she turns onto her back. Lucy looms above her, concern softening her eyes, maybe some shame, too.
"What about you? How are you feeling?" She returns the question, pushing the pillows up and sitting invitingly.
"Fine. Good." Lucy replies earnestly, largely returned to her usual self. For what Ona can tell, at least. "Sure you're okay?" She sounds with confidence, climbing over Ona's feet to crawl up beside her.
Ona nods. "Yeah. Of course." She drops her head against Lucy's shoulder for effect, breathing in the smell that keeps her up at night.
"I just know sometimes it can get a lot. Afterwards. You know, for you, from my experiences." Lucy says with sweet consideration. Her hand is cold from the tap, soothing on Ona's abdomen. Ona places a hand above hers, taking it.
"Trust me. I understand the feelings." Ona says.
"Okay." Lucy replies softly, kissing Ona's cheek, before pausing to find her confidence. "Can you lie on me?"
"Sure." Ona turns over onto Lucy with a faint smile, craning her neck up to give her a soft few kisses, welcomed by fingers that daintily hold her face, before her body drops back down. Letting herself be held, as wrong as it feels.
"Do you ever...get stuck...after sex. Because you feel like you lost your...dignity?" Ona questions in a tranquil moment of weakness.
Lucy furrows her brows, smiling faintly. "Sometimes I feel a little bit embarrassed. Like now. But not dignity. You shouldn't be ashamed."
Ona swallows, nodding once, as if understanding, but she really doesn't. Lucy however, is caught up in her own concerns. "Not that I didn't like it. I really did. Just...new." Lucy murmurs to reassure.
"Yeah? Anything in particular?" Ona brushes her thumb against Lucy's shoulder as she steadies her breathing.
"You," Lucy mumbles, still half in a daze. "I like you."
Ona just chuckles, the adrenaline slowly melting away, leaving only the bare-bones of her thoughts and feelings. She shrugs, hiding a grin. "...I can believe it."
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