#bxt

The first time Baran sticks her hand down Trinity’s pants in a rush of limbs and gasps and rapidly shedding clothing, she slows. Her fingers push past curly hair and slide against Trinity’s clit, swollen and thick, which makes her sigh into the touch, relieving some of the tight heat of arousal. And Baran moans into Trinity’s neck as she explores the length of it, the tip, the underside. Trinity cants her hips into Baran’s hand, her fingers digging under the waistband of Baran’s pants and trying to pull them down. 

“Baran,” she whines, her head back against the pillow. Baran sucks a dark mark on her neck in response and revels in the way Trinity’s clit twitches under her. 

“Oh, fuck, azizam,” she moans, heat pooling between her legs at the thought of taking that into her mouth, and then Trinity’s hand is sliding up Baran’s stomach to palm at her chest, and she’s entirely, unfairly distracted. 

After Trinity’s made Baran cum on her fingers, Baran kisses her way eagerly down Trinity’s naked body. The need is buzzing through her, and she spreads her legs wide before Baran can push them apart. Her swollen clit stands out against the dark curls, dampened with arousal, and Baran is ravenous. 

She kisses her inner thighs, sucks light marks there, drags her tongue up the crease of her thigh and across to her clit. Both Trinity and Baran moan when her tongue slides, flat and hot, over her. Up and down the length of her. Pushing her thick clit around with a firm tongue. Then, cunt slick and shining, Baran’s tongue dips low against her entrance, nose buried in curls, then drags up to flick at the underside of her clit. Trinity’s hand shoots to Baran’s hair, a choked moan leaving her. And Baran, mercifully, wraps her lips around Trinity’s clit and sucks. 

“Feels so good, oh, baby, yes,” Trinity is gasping, looking down to watch Baran’s head bob lightly against her cunt. “Baran, ah,” she moans sharply, heat coiling, and then both hands are in Baran’s hair, holding her head against Trinity as she rolls her hips into Baran’s face. And Baran just fucking moans through it, content to take the length of Trinity’s hard clit between her soft lips. Content to let Trinity cover her face in arousal. 

When she cums, it’s loud and shaky, and Baran doesn’t stop. She wraps her arms around Trinity’s thighs and presses her face deeper, holds her down as she squirms until she’s cumming again. Quickly and harder. 

Trinity soon learns that Baran could stay between her legs for hours. 

Tonight, Baran has made Trinity cum twice in quick succession and then dragged the third one out for 20, 30, 40 minutes, teasing her with light brushes of her tongue and a hard suck before pulling back completely. Making Trinity watch when a string of arousal connected the tip of her clit to the tip of Baran’s tongue. Until Trinity had tears in her eyes, writhing under her. 

When Baran finally lets her cum, Trinity is a mess, boneless and twitching, but Baran still doesn’t move, kissing her inner thighs. 

It’s only when Trinity comes back to herself and looks down that she notices Baran has her leg bent at a right angle, her arm moving suspiciously under her. 

“Baby, are you touching yourself?” Trinity asks breathlessly. 

Baran’s dark brown eyes slide up to Trinity, lips parted, face still covered in Trinity’s slick. She looks like she’s halfway to an orgasm, and Trinity licks her lips. 

“Yes,” she says, voice hoarse as she nips at Trinity’s thighs, kisses the hair between her legs. Trinity is so sensitive she twitches away but decides she can’t leave Baran without something to wrap her swollen lips around. So, she cups Baran’s chin, coated in arousal, and slides her thumb into Baran’s waiting mouth. She moans, her eyes fluttering, and Trinity can feel her shoulder working against the back of her thigh. 

“Keep going,” Trinity whispers as Baran swirls her tongue around Trinity’s thumb like it’s her clit. Sucking and teasing and coating it in saliva. Letting it gather on her lips as she takes it deeper. Letting it sit at the back of her mouth, lips spreading across the base of Trinity’s thumb and the meat of her palm. “Fuck,” Trinity sighs as she hears the wet noise of Baran’s fingers against her clit lower down on the bed. 

Baran moans low, and Trinity pulls her thumb away, spreading Baran’s spit across her chin. 

“You are so wet,” Trinity says, and Baran fucking whines, dipping her face to the inner crease of her thigh, mouth wet and open against the hair there. “You love having your mouth on me, don’t you? Sucking my clit makes such a mess between your thighs, huh?” 

The same goes for Trinity’s nipples, which Baran has played with until they were raw and Trinity was still begging for more. Which Baran has sucked and nipped and licked until, one time, Trinity came untouched. A surprise to both of them, Trinity didn’t even have a chance to feel embarrassed before Baran was hungrily burying her face between her legs.  

Suffice it to say, Baran is excellent with her mouth, and she loves using it. Which usually gives her all the power. But in moments like these, Trinity revels in the control she has over Baran, so whiny and desperate between her legs. 

“Azizam,” Baran moans, her breath coming out uneven, hips rolling against the hand between her legs. Faintly, Trinity can feel the beginnings of arousal prickling at her again, watching Baran fuck herself on her stomach with her head resting between Trinity’s legs. 

“So desperate to cum,” Trinity drawls as Baran pants against her cunt, her moans slowly rising in pitch. Her eyes are closed, her chin dipping low between Trinity’s folds, resting against her entrance. She’s still slick. Baran’s jaw is slack, her lips brushing her cunt, breath hot on her clit. 

Trinity is in awe of Baran, who is so lost in her pussy and the feeling of resting her face against it. Her cheek and nose catching the arousal that’s starting to gather between Trinity’s legs again. Lovingly, she gathers Baran’s mop of curly hair and brushes it aside so it rests on Trinity’s thigh. 

“You look so beautiful between my legs, baby,” she says, reverent as heat coils in her. 

Baran moans loudly, and her lips catch a string of Trinity’s arousal. Her eyes flutter open, lids heavy, brown irises so fucking dark. 

“Trinity, please,” she whimpers, and Trinity’s hips twitch. Oh, fuck. It takes a lot to make Baran beg. Trinity’s breathing quickens, and she slides a hand in Baran’s hair, holding her head away from Trinity’s aching clit. “Eshgham,” Baran gasps, dissolving into a string of Farsi so needy Trinity is rolling her hips. 

“What do you want, baby?” Trinity asks, breathless. Baran licks the arousal off her lips, the string broken. 

“I wanna suck your clit, please, fuck. Please, god. I’m so close,” she whines, barely keeping her eyes open. 

“No,” Trinity says, her grip tightening in Baran’s hair, which makes her groan. Trinity wants Baran’s mouth on her so fucking badly she’s probably dripping onto the bed again. But then Trinity won’t get to see her face when she cums. 

“Please, Trin. Something. I need you,” Baran begs, and her hand isn’t moving at the speed Trinity expected for how blissed out and desperate she is. She’s dragging this out, edging herself, so close she’s probably going to cum no matter what Trinity does, but she can at least control how she sends her over the edge. 

So, Trinity offers Baran her thumb, and her tongue dives forward to meet it before her lips close around it. Trinity thought about shoving two fingers down her throat, which she likes to do when she’s fucking Baran. But that would make the moment about Trinity’s pleasure, and Baran can’t satisfy her oral fixation like that. But her thumb? That’s another clit for Baran suck, another thing she can toy with and tease, and Trinity’s throbbing as Baran does. 

“Fuck,” Trinity sighs, eyes hooded. 

Baran’s sloppy, desperate, and she’s moaning open-mouthed around Trinity’s thumb, slick with spit. 

“Cum for me, Baran,” Trinity instructs, and Baran does, loud and drawn out, her hips bucking into the mattress and thighs shaking. And Trinity presses her thumb down into Baran’s tongue, cupping her jaw firmly with the rest of her hand as Baran rides it out. “Jesus, baby,” Trinity moans as Baran slowly focuses back on sucking Trinity’s thumb, her hand still moving faintly between her legs. Cheeks flushed, temple dotted with sweat. And Trinity is fucking swollen and aching again. “Give me your fingers,” she says, feeling so fucking high on Baran as she pulls her thumb away. 

And Baran does, pulling them up, licking her lips and showing off the webs of arousal between her fingers. 

Trinity grabs her hand and directs her lower into wet heat until two of Baran’s slick-coated fingers are inside Trinity. Baran moans, and Trinity moans sharper. Then the hand still in Baran’s hair finally, finally, directs her back to Trinity’s cunt. 

Baran’s hungry, messy, adding a third finger right away. It takes no time at all to bring Trinity back to the edge. 

“I had such a bad fucking day,” Trinity groans, burying her face in Baran’s neck and digging her hands under Baran’s waist to hold her. Baran drapes her free arm around Trinity’s back, scraping her nails up and down Trinity’s spine.

It’s almost 9:30, so Baran doesn’t doubt it. She’d texted something curt around 7:30: be over late. big mva

And then 20 minutes later: is that okay? sorry

Baran smiled at it and replied: yes, love. can’t wait to see you.

“I’m sorry, azizam. Do you want to talk about it?” she asks, her voice lilting as she tips her chin down to kiss the side of Trinity’s head.

“No,” she mutters, her lips against Baran’s neck. Not kissing, just there, soft and warm as her breath fans out across Baran’s skin. Baran adjusts so their legs are staggered instead of thighs pressed to thighs and then brings the medical journal back up, resting her wrist against Trinity’s shoulder blade.

“Okay, well I’m here if you do,” she offers quietly, raising her free hand to gently tug Trinity’s hair out of its ponytail. She sighs when Baran starts massaging her scalp, which is always so tender after a long day.

Baran refocuses on her medical journal as Trinity slowly relaxes on top of her, each muscle group releasing one by one until it’s just her shoulders and her neck. Trinity isn’t always like this after a shift, but when she is she always comes right to Baran for attention. Which is a small miracle in itself. It had taken Trinity months to let herself be cared for even like this, in what Baran considered such a small and easy way. And sometimes she’s still uncomfortable being doted on, so Baran approaches these moments with forced nonchalance. If she had her way, she would be smothering Trinity in kisses and sweet nothings right now.

“Did you eat already?” Trinity asks, her voice sounding heavier, reverberating through Baran’s skin.

“Mmm. But I saved you a plate. It’s in the fridge. Chicken parm,” she mumbles, her eyes skimming a line on the page. It’s getting harder and harder to focus with Trinity’s warm weight on top of her. Then Trinity lets out something between a groan and moan that surprises Baran, and she raises her brow, glancing down at Trinity, who has her eyes closed. “I didn’t realize you had such strong feelings about chicken parmesan."

“I need that biblically,” Trinity moans openly now, and Baran laughs, which shakes through both of them on the couch.

“Did you eat anything today?” Trinity nestles into Baran, squeezing her tighter, hips pressing against hips, nose digging into Baran’s pulse. She loves when Trinity is clingy.

“A couple granola bars,” she admits reluctantly, knowing Baran has chastised her for this before. “But I knew I’d be coming over to a delicious meal prepared by the best girlfriend in the world.” Baran hums.

“You’re lucky you’re cute like this,” she warns, finally setting the journal down on the floor and wrapping her other arm around Trinity. She squeezes her once before sliding her fingers against the nape of her neck in a slow, deep massage. This gets the last stubborn muscle groups in Trinity’s body to finally release, and she sighs, boneless on top of her girlfriend.

“I missed you today,” Trinity mumbles, her voice doing something it only does rarely, all high and unsure. Baran can feel the day on Trinity’s back weighing her down now that she’s allowing herself to be vulnerable, even a little. Baran tangles her fingers in Trinity’s hair and holds it at the root, grounding.

“Me, too,” she sighs. “I went for a walk in that park we like this afternoon. The sparrow’s eggs finally hatched. I took some photos for you.” Trinity picks her head up, looking wounded. Baran keeps her hand in her hair.

“You didn’t send them to me? I coulda used a pick-me-up today,” she pouts.

“Oh, baby,” Baran coos, lifting her head just enough to kiss Trinity, a soft press of lips. “I felt so guilty not texting you right away, but I wanted to watch your face when you saw them. You just light up when you see baby birds. It’s really sweet.”

Trinity’s face opens and her eyes soften in a way that took Baran time to notice and even longer to learn what it meant. It’s so subtle, so monumental. I love you. I love you. I love you.

“You should feel guilty. No more walks without me,” she mumbles, settling back down in the crook of Baran’s neck. Baran’s heart swells.

“Next it’ll be no more going to the gym. No more grocery runs or smoothie outings,” she lists off things that Trinity loves doing with her. “You gonna keep me locked up here whenever you’re gone?”

“No, you’d probably like it too much,” Trinity says, smiling against Baran’s skin, who rolls her eyes but doesn’t deny it.

She takes a deep breath, kissing Trinity’s temple, who nuzzles closer at the touch. She kisses Baran’s neck, a quick peck once, twice. Then her lips press in, soft and warm. Baran closes her eyes, her fingers still tangled in Trinity’s hair. She’s suddenly very aware of Trinity’s chest pressed to hers, a sliver of their stomachs’ touching where Trinity’s dramatic flop had ridden up their shirts. Hips pressed. Trinity’s thigh between Baran’s. Baran’s thigh between Trinity’s.

“Baran,” Trinity breathes, her mouth open against her skin. It isn’t a question or a request, just her lover’s name whispered as a promise between them. Baran’s hand slides across Trinity’s shoulder blade as Trinity’s hips twitch down. Heat swirls in Baran and pools low. Her core muscles tighten, and Trinity sucks lightly on her throat.

“Trin,” Baran whispers back, a promise, a reassurance. I’m here. I love you. Trinity grinds down with more force, and Baran spreads her legs and braces her heel so Trinity can find more purchase.

She gasps into Baran’s ear, and it sends a hot shiver down her spine. Turning her head, she meets Trinity’s waiting mouth, open and wet, noses brushing, cheeks warm. Baran cradles her jaw, other hand sliding down to guide Trinity’s hips, which are growing more urgent by the moment. She’s working herself up quick, little whines falling into Baran’s mouth.

“That’s it, honey,” Baran sighs against her, lips brushing but not quite kissing, as Trinity drags and presses her cunt to Baran’s flexed thigh over and over, hot and damp through her scrubs.

Trinity kisses her harshly, her hand palming Baran’s clothed chest. It pulls the first moan of the night from Trinity, breathy but deep. Baran arches into her, heart thudding.

“Oh, fuck. Need you,” she whines, hips stuttering.

“Where, baby, I’m yours,” Baran replies quickly, automatically, pupils blown and locked on Trinity, who has her eyes so deliciously, softly closed, lips swollen.

Trinity presses her hand down on Baran’s knee, and she drops her leg. Hand practically shaking, she takes Baran’s hand on her hip and directs it to the tie of her scrubs. Baran’s breath catches, her eyes flickering from her pants to Trinity’s face. When their eyes meet, she sees the need, the ache of it spilling from her. Fuck.

In one fluid motion, Baran pulls the tie loose and slides her hand down Trinity’s pants, under her boxers. God, Baran loves it when she wears boxers. Trinity gasps, pressing herself back down against Baran when her fingers meet slick, swollen heat.

“My handsome girl,” Baran drawls, and Trinity bucks, panting into her neck. She’s already close. Baran doesn’t tease her, drawing quick firm circles over her clit in the way she knows makes her squirm.

“Baran, baby, baby. God. Fuck, yes,” Trinity moans, anchoring herself to Baran, clinging on with wet kisses to her neck as the feeling builds and crests. Baran moans when Trinity cums on her fingers, loud and broken in her ear. She works her through it, legs shaking, slowing, slowing. Kissing her cheek, her temple, lacing free fingers into her hair and holding.

“You did so good, eshgham. You are so pretty when you cum,” Baran whispers, slowly easing out of Trinity’s pants. Some choked sound leaves her, and she sinks her hips back down against Baran’s thigh, raising her head enough to see Baran lick and suck her fingers clean.

“Fuck,” she groans, kissing Baran when she’s done, tasting herself. It’s sweet, slow, and Baran hums into it.

“Feel better?” Baran mumbles against her mouth, still feeling Trinity twitch against her thigh. Her own cunt is aching, and Trinity looks so beautifully spent.

“Mhm,” she hums. “I needed that.”

Baran smiles as Trinity buries herself back in Baran’s neck, kissing her there, making Baran shiver. Then her stomach rumbles so loudly Baran can practically feel it against her own body. They laugh, passing it between them like a precious, secret thing.

“How about I heat you up your dinner, and then we take a shower together?” Baran asks quietly, lovingly. “Wash off the day.”

Trinity goes slack against Baran, the thought of food and a hot shower with her hot girlfriend so wonderfully appealing. Baran feels it, relaxes into it herself, letting their bodies meld for a long, long moment.

“I like when you take care of me,” Trinity says finally, so quiet Baran almost misses it. “You make it easy to feel like I deserve it.”

Trinity has a hard time saying I love you. It chokes her more often than not. She feels it, has told Baran so, and still she panics. Baran doesn’t push, doesn’t ask questions, just lets Trinity come to her, soft and unhurried.

“Then I’ll do it everyday forever if you want,” Baran whispers, and it’s probably too much for Trinity. Too permanent. But Baran can’t help it. Trinity’s working her way into Baran’s foundations, little by little, day by day.

“I love you so much,” Trinity sighs, holding Baran tighter. Baran’s heart does something wild and impossible, and her hand tightens in Trinity’s hair, keeping her close. She closes her eyes, exhales slowly into her temple.

“Fuckleberry’s home. Stay here,” she breathes, leaning forward on her hands to kiss Baran, who chases her and whines faintly when she pulls away and hops off the bed.

Baran’s trying to catch her breath, draping an arm over her eyes, knees fallen apart, thighs sticky, as Trinity throws on some boxers and the closest t-shirt. It’s Baran’s Stanford 2010 debate team shirt that practically lives at Trinity’s apartment. She opens the door and closes it quickly behind her, almost running right into Whittaker.

“Fuck. Jesus, hi,” she gasps, shoulders brushing back against the door.

“Hi…” he drawls, eyeing her weirdly.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, out of breath.

“I live here?” Trinity levels him with a glare.

“You’re supposed to be out playing house right now.”

“Yeah, and Amy called on the way asking for my calving book. She’s got like two cows that could give birth any day.”

“Ew, oh my god,” Trinity groans.

“I think we used it to level your dresser,” he starts, and Trinity’s eyes go wide, desperately hoping that isn’t the case.

“Nope, don’t think we did. I thought you were using it as a plant stand or something,” she offers, and he thinks for a second.

“Right, yeah.” He glides past her with a suspicious look, noticing how sweaty and disheveled she is. When he passes the second time with the book, she’s just standing in front of her closed door. His expression drops. “Oh my god, do you have Garcia in there?”

“No. No, I’m not, we’re not…anymore,” she says quickly, awkwardly, following Whittaker into the kitchen. He doesn’t say anything, but Trinity can feel what he’s thinking. He’s oddly protective over her, and it never fails to make Trinity squirm.

“Why do you have a Stanford shirt?”

“Oh it’s, uh, not mine,” Trinity says thoughtlessly.

“So, you do have someone in there,” he grins, and she forces down a blush by grabbing his shoulders and spinning him around in the direction of the door. “Have fun. Be safe. I’ll text next time I need to enter my own apartment,” he says as she’s shoving him out the door.

“Good riddance, Huckleberry,” she calls after him, locking the door and securing the chain just to be safe.

Trinity takes a deep breath outside her room — trying to flush Whittaker from her mind — before entering. On the bed, Baran has her hand between her legs, slowly, quietly circling her clit. Her eyes are closed, one hand rolling a nipple between her fingers, soft gasps pushing past her lips.

“Fuck, Baran,” Trinity sighs, tearing off the shirt and boxers and sliding the strap back on. “Have you been touching yourself the whole time I was talking to Huckleberry?” Baran whines and nods, her eyes barely fluttering open. Oh, she’s fucking gone.

Trinity settles eagerly between her legs and just watches her. She’s so wet she’s dripping onto the bed, swollen and clenching around nothing. Trinity moans, her hands falling to Baran’s soft thighs.

“I need you inside me,” Baran mumbles, and Trinity can’t help but smile. She loves when Baran gets like this, so aching and desperate she’d do just about anything to cum.

“I can tell, baby.”

“Please. I was so close when you left,” she whines, her fingers clicking against her clit, and Trinity can see the stringy slickness on them.

“You’re still close,” Trinity teases but not for long, her own clit throbbing at the sight.

She shifts closer, aligning the strap and holding Baran’s hips. When she drives in hard and bottoms out, the most obscene sound Trinity’s ever heard punches past Baran’s lips. Her back arches, and her hand flies up to press low into Trinity’s belly.

“Fuck. fuck. Actually, I think you need to pull out. Oh, god.” Trinity can feel her clenching down, twitching and trying so hard to keep still. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Now you’re embarrassed?” Trinity laughs at the blush that rises to Baran’s cheeks. She pushes against Trinity, but Trinity doesn’t budge. “You worked yourself up while I was gone, and these are the consequences.”

Baran’s hips twitch.

“Oh, Trinity, fuck,” she moans, her head rolling back, fingers falling from Trinity’s belly to fist the sheets as she cums without Trinity having to do a goddam thing.

And then she fucks Baran through it, hard and deep, swiping at her clit until she cums again with a series of cries and moans that almost make Trinity fall apart. She can feel the spattering of liquid on her thighs as they slam together, hear it on the strap as it squelches in her. And when Baran can’t take it anymore, tears stinging at her eyes, Trinity slows and stops.

Baran keeps a vice grip on the strap as she comes down, so Trinity just runs her hands up and down her damp skin, soothing. They’re both gasping as Trinity finally pulls out. Baran’s eyes flutter open, hazy and tired, and she reaches her hand down to feel the soaking wet sheets between her legs.

“Your sheets,” she groans. “I’m sorry. I don’t normally do that. I would’ve laid a towel down.”

“I think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” is all Trinity can manage knowing she’s dripping wet and throbbing. Baran’s eyes go dark, and she licks her lips.