DANA SCULLY: TOYS. TO USE A STRAP ON YOUR MUSE. + I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER. she doesn't remember their friendship taking this turn. it was nothing so spectacular, no abnormal change, but more of a shift that felt right to clarice. one moment, they were friends, the next, she had someone who understood her much like no one else ever had. two similar minds who appreciated the other for everything they were. clarice had to try and not get lost in the other woman, knowing it would be frighteningly easy to do. tonight, she was letting go of her inhibitions a bit, allowing dana to consume her much in the same way she knows clarice has consumed her.
hips press down, clarice opening dana's legs a bit further so that she could press as close to the woman as possible. the leather straps around her hips connect the toy at the front of her waist, but she hasn't used it quite yet, wanting to savor the way dana tasted on her lips, the way she could smell the scent of her as clarice kissed her neck. she felt herself growing impatient, but she didn't want to rush this. with dana's words breathed into her hair, however, clarice realized she wasn't the only one waiting with anticipation. chuckling lightly, clarice pulls away so that she can look into dana's eyes, toy brushing against the other woman's warmth. 'patience is a virtue, agent scully,' dimples show as clarice grins, but she lowers herself to hungrily take dana's lips into another kiss, hand moving to the toy to guide it toward dana's opening. she tries to hide a shuddering breath as fingers feel how wet her girlfriend is, and then she's sliding slowly inside of her, muffling a moan into dana's shoulder. @beyondthesheets.
