#cod lesbian

You would all have to lie low in a little while - it would be a couple of days at the very least, so you wanted her. No, you wanted her to want you. Right now , with the time finally here and not later, so really, she shouldn’t be leaving for a meeting.

She would be back, you knew that, but you were impatient. Desperate. She never liked when you were impatient - at the least, she pretended not to. Deny deny deny, but you knew her. You had followed her for months after she picked you up, only in the field at first but also in the bedroom for a couple of weeks now.

“Yeah?” There was a mean tone to her voice but a slight amusement too - like she was daring you to continue with whatever plan you had, “why do you think he would want to deal with you, cariño?

You tipped your chin up, crossed your arms, knowing full well you were stepping into dangerous territory- but fuck it, if Valeria didn’t want to give you what you wanted, then why couldn’t you just go somewhere else? Make her think about how she treated you, worry about losing you.

You wanted her. You wanted the bomb you had planted to explode, for her hands to be on your body in one way or another.

“Treat me right,” you snapped back, “he would treat me right and fuck me hard and—“

“Tienes que tener cuidado ahora, cariño.” You had never been great at Spanish - but you didn’t need to know exactly what she said to know it was a warning. Valeria took a step closer, her voice not raised, “are you that stupid?”

You frowned; the warning has made a rush of heat go through your body but the last part created sparks of anger.

“At least he won’t ignore me,” you answered, squaring up to your leader and lover, “he will probably fuck me better than —“

The bomb exploded so fast you barely realised it. One second you were ready to call her out and taunt the beast but the next she was on you, tackling you to the carpet of the small motel room.

“Va-“ you didn’t manage to say her name before she slapped you, a surprised sound leaving you as she settled on top of you, her entire weight on your hips and lower stomach.

“If you want attention, Mi Amor-,” she pressed her hand over your mouth, leaned over you as she looked down at you; a feline with its prey caught in its claws, ready to kill, “-then you tell me. You don’t act like an ungrateful, childish brat.”

Your answer was a muffled mess into her palm and before she moved her hand, you dared to bite into it. She hissed something in anger and then the world turned.

One moment you were on your back, the next you were on your stomach.

You actually fought her now. Not properly, no - it wasn’t actually about that. It was about something else you couldn’t describe. A confirmation of her still wanting you.

You yelped at every spank and your cheeks burned after the tenth, your body still a bit tense even as she stopped.

“Will you behave, cariño?”

She was calm. You barely considered it for a full second before answering a stubborn, “no.”

Her hand sunk into your hair, nails scratching your head as she got a foot grip down by your roots.

“You’re testing my patience, pet,” she muttered, hand running along your bare ass. Valeria had done the bare minimum, merely pulling your pants and underwear down just so your ass was exposed - and then no more.

She began to spank you again, the pattern that had been in her hits before now gone; instead it was chaotic, something your couldn’t guess and prepare for, forcing you to just take it.

The carpet wasn’t the nicest, it wasn’t fluffy enough for you to grab onto it, but your fingers still tried out of desperation.

Valeria wasn’t actually upset with you - just like you weren’t exactly upset with her. You wanted this, just like she did. The disobedience, the punishment, the way you would submit to her and be sweet. Control. You liked giving it up, even if Valeria had to fight for it a bit.

You would probably get told that you could just have used your words later, but you didn’t care.

When she finished your ass was burning and tears streamed down your face.

But there was no comfort - not yet.

Valeria left then. You were tied up, shins to thighs, keeping your legs spread and hands tied to the railing of the bed; a vibrator stuffed into your panties, secured with a piece of Dutch tape because she was a mean bitch.

When she finally returned, you weren’t sure if it had been a single hour or several. It didn’t matter. You had almost soaked the bed, your mind an absolute mess. You instantly recognised her voice, keening while tears streamed down your face, the vibrating toy painful against your poor, abused clit.

“You’ll behave now, won’t you, cariño?”

“Yes yes yes yes —“

Her words melted together when she touched a remote you didn’t know she had, the vibrations suddenly harder. You came with a pathetic, high pitched howl before it suddenly turned off.

The sudden stop somehow hurt, sobs leaving you and you couldn’t hear her words properly again. It even took you a second to realise that she wasn’t alone.

Though your sight was blurry from the tears, you recognised him; smoke escaping mouth after another drag of his cigarette, voice dark in a way you hadn’t heard before.

“Well, that’s a pretty sight.”

Valeria told you that you were beautiful. Told you to repeat it, making you tell it to yourself as you looked in the mirror - her dildo deep inside of you, her fingers touching your clit. She whispered it to you when you cried, she held you close and kissed your cheek. When you showed her your new dress, when she joined you in the shower, when the two of you stumbled home after a night out, when you came back after working all day. Then she would call you beautiful and you were slowly beginning to believe her. Daring to love yourself, just like you loved her.

You had never thought you would love her. She was everything you had wanted and feared at the same time. Confident, sarcastic and strong; you fell for her so easily that it was almost pathetic. She would tease you, call you for her little kitten and you would mewl with the need, no, primal urge to do whatever she wanted.

Your immediate thought when you talked together for the first time, was that she deserved better than what you could ever offer.

Yet, somehow, Valeria Garza pushed her way into your life anyways and now you wanted to offer her everything you could, no matter how little. You had dreamt of coming home to someone forever, dreamt of giving them a kiss and joining them in making food. In a way, you had been so utterly lonely that it had hurt everyday.

It was almost embarrassing how easy it had been for you two to find a rhythm that fit the two of you. Figure out when the other wanted alone time and when to push and not push. It wasn’t that you never clashed and you had your fair share of fights, yet you always managed to figure it out.

Valeria was a big supporter of talking about things, so you would not let it sit and fester, grow into something nasty, for you to catch it before its roots grew and it became an invasive plant in your relationship.

She was there when you got your first tattoo, you were there when she got her new job. When she went to the doctor you held her hand the entire way, knowing she struggled with it. She held your hand when you introduced her to your parents and spoke up for you against your mean step sister when you didn’t dare to yourself.

“You’re doing it wrong,” finally she nodded towards the cigarette in your hand and you immediately had an urge to hide it, “don’t know how to smoke, cariño?”

You looked at her, pursing your lips in annoyance for a moment. She was pretty. Not your usual type. Maybe it was the confidence on her face, the way she had spoken to you. She had a Spanish accent, but she could be from anywhere really. Dark, short hair, leather jacket with a ton of silver studs on, mostly clad in black, big boots. Brown eyes surrounded by pretty eyelashes, well kept brows and soft looking lips.

She had a cigarette in her own hand.

“I do,” you answered stubbornly, not wanting to admit that this was your third time smoking or something like that. She raised one of those pretty eyebrows at you. There was a touch of amusement on her face. Usually you were more into the softer types of women, women you could make sweet love to and hold close. Women who left lipstick kisses all over your body, dressed in pretty dresses and with glittery and nice makeup. Your last two girlfriends had worn nice glasses as well, that fogged up whenever the two of you made out in a bathroom stall. Holding hands and going to flower shops and the zoo, buying pink accessories to your shared apartment that had been filled with plants.

She didn’t come off like that type of woman. Nothing wrong with trying something new though. Your last girlfriend had been over a year ago, the few dates you had gone on since hadn’t been particularly interesting.

“Sure, cariño,” she answered, clearly not believing you one bit. You watched her as she took a drag of her own cigarette, almost like a dare for you to do the same.

Your pussy was getting wet. It was ridiculous really, you had never been this turned on so easily and the woman that stood a tad too close to you hadn’t even done anything sexual. She was merely existing and being mean. Then she blew her smoke into your face.

Your knees felt a little wobbly but you didn’t let yourself show it - instead you confidently took a drag of the smoke, doing your best to intimidate what she had just done.

The smoke burned slightly in your mouth, leaving a Smokey taste that you always wondered why people liked. You weren’t really sure why you had begun to smoke. First time had been to try since some of your few friends smoked, surrounded by them as they told you how to do it. You probably hadn’t done it properly back then, but at the second party you felt like you had more control of it. Which turned out to be a lie if you were to believe the hot woman in front of you, who looked at you almost with dark hunger in her eyes.

As you blew it out, the other woman snorted, not even bothered that you attempted to blow it in her direction.

“You’re not doing it properly, cariño,” she pointed out once more and you felt yourself puff your chest out a little.

“I am,” you argued, “why does it matter to you.”

“You look cute when you smoke,” she said as if that is the most logical thing ever, “just a waste of cigarettes, when you don’t smoke the right way, eh?”

Oh. So she was clearly into women. She even took another step forward, almost caging you against the brick wall of the bar. You had gone out in the alleyway to smoke in peace, your friends drinking more than you felt like this evening.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe properly, not only due to the cigarette smoke in the air.

“You have to inhale it deeper in,” she told you as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, still when her voice went a little sultry afterwards, you felt as if the ground beneath you shook with the waves of lust that went through you, “want me to teach you, cariño?”

You felt unable to speak, waves of lust going through you, merely nodding. She could let the earth beneath you disappear and you would still be horny for her. She gave you a little nod and you raised your cigarette, but before you could take a drag, one of her hands moved, two of her fingers going around your nose to cut off your air.

You took a drag, the fingers cutting off your air, forcing you to breathe in the cigarette’s smoke deeper.

“There you go, pretty girl,” she mused, letting go of your nose - a second later you had to turn your head to cough, much to the amusement of her.

“Shit,” you mumbled, coughing some more, and she chuckled before taking a drag of her own, watching you with slight amusement. Even like this she was hot. It was ridiculous. The smoke escaped her nostrils, as if smoking was the easiest thing in the world and not something you apparently sucked at doing.

“Smoking is not healthy, cariño,” she said, as if she wasn’t doing the exact same thing mere centimeters from you, “ bad habit.”

You wanted her to destroy you. Your slightly buzzed mind imagined all the things she could do to you. Fuck you, hit you, demean you - you wanted whatever she would offer. Even if it was only to hump her leg, then you would eagerly do it.

“I need something else to do then,” you answered, a surge of confidence going through you as you then threw the cigarette to the ground, stomping on it, before your hand slowly moved to play with the buckle of her belt, “or someone.”

“Cheeky,” she replied, grinning all snugly as if you were the prey who had fallen into the trap and not the other way around. She didn’t move away, didn’t push your hand away, so you felt even bolder than before, “you need to know my name then.”

“Do I need to?” You teased, to which she only nodded, taking a slow drag of her cigarette while you watched her fingers, then her mouth. Her eyes were blown with lust, almost looking fully black in the bad lighting of the alleyway.

“Si, Cariño.” She muttered, stepping even closer, pressing you against the wall, your bodies tight against each other - one of her legs slid between yours, her thigh suddenly giving you something to grind again, “you need to know what to scream, eh?”

You were unable to answer, your mind breaking down with the words - all you managed was a tiny whine. She took one last drag of her cigarette , throwing the bud away from the two of you.

Then she pressed her lips against yours, encouraging you to open your mouth; she forced the smoke into your mouth and another whine left you, as you felt yourself get lost in the taste of the smoke but also of her. You absentmindedly began to grind against the thigh, the friction against your pussy making your body shake with need. Your panties were no doubt soaked by now, but you didn’t give a shit.

As she pulled back, she framed your face with her hands, the rings on them cold against your skin.

“My name is Valeria,” she finally said and oh, why was that so hot? You whispered your name in return, a pleased smile on her face.

And that was the truth, wasn’t it? She was miserable and she had absolutely no plans of changing it. A grinch, a sad, lonely woman who purposely drowned her feelings in the local bar, forced to listen to the Christmas songs and people’s chatter in the background.

“I didn’t order this,” she replied, looking up at the man, squinting at his amused smile, “‘nd I’m not miserable.”

“Sure you’re not,” Alex replied, “and it’s on the house - Farah says I have to be nice to you these days.”

Kate huffed, embarrassed over how even Alex’s wife knew of her pitiful behaviour.

“Thank you,” she replied instead of being mean.

“You’re welcome - and you know you're always welcome at ours at Christmas, sweetie,” it was a soft reminder, an offer that you knew he might hope that you would agree to.

“Nah, thanks though,” she managed to give him a smile, instead taking a sip of the coffee, running a hand over the brim of the cowboy hat next to her on the counter, “I’ll stay with the troublemakers at home.”

Said troublemakers were the two horses at her little farm. In truth, it wasn’t those that were a problem - it was merely an excuse to wallow in self pity at home, due to the loneliness that grew in her bones around every Christmas she spent with her friends.

They all had partners by now. Johnny and Simon had their shared wife who was pregnant once more, little Tommy almost three by now. Kyle had been with his girlfriend for three years by now and she suspected one of them would propose soon - probably her, as Kyle seemed to be too shy about it, busy looking for a house to give her. John and Nikolai were close to getting their adoption papers finished, she knew that, so they could give them to their two boys at Christmas, the two boys that they had fostered for the last four years.

It was this - all the love surrounding her, all the joy, all the time they had been together in which Kate had been like now; alone.

She took another sip of the coffee before nursing her whiskey instead - another song starting up and Kate’s eyes flickered close for a moment.

Don't want a set of shiny new spurs

A seat for my saddle, a rope for the herd

Kate huffed at the lyrics, emptying her whiskey before asking Alex for one more, ignoring the sound of the door to the bar opening and closing again.

Santa, I don't need a sleigh full of gifts

There's only one thing on my Christmas list

He filled up her glass, while looking over your shoulder with a grin as Kate listened to the boots moving across the door.

“Hi again, sweetheart,” Alex greeted and Kate finally pulled herself together, looking over her shoulder.

I want a cowgirl for Christmas this year

A cowboy sure gets lonely way out here

Kate had never seen a more beautiful woman in her entire life, wearing cowboy boots, a big coat and jeans as she pulled off her knitted hat, a thin layer of white snow on her clothes.

Wrap her up in jeans and boots

Send her down to me from you

I just want a cowgirl for Christmas

Kate was sure the most perfect being ever existed had just blessed her own sinful soul with your mere presence - Kate wasn’t even sure she was worthy of breathing in the same air as the newcomer.

“Hiya Alex,” oh, lord, even your voice made Kate want to smile, though she didn’t want to come off creepy, so she looked forward again, taking a sip of the whiskey, “can I get a beer?”

I need a little lady, little lady, little lady, little lady, little lady, hoo

I want a little lady, little lady, little lady, little lady, little lady, hoo

“Sure thing,” Alex replied, charming smile on his face as always, “gonna join Laswell ‘ere and mope over Christmas?”

Kate spluttered, sending Alex a nasty stare as he had just betrayed her; pushed her in front of the bus filled with embarrassment and Kate knew her cheeks were growing red. Goddamn Keller.

Ropes and rides right by my side

With starry eyes that sparkle, arms to keep me warm at night

“I am not moping, Alex,” Kate grumbled but she felt herself light up a little, straightening her back as the sound of the cowboy boots came to stand next to her.

“Well, I ain’t really moping too much either,” you said and Kate dared to look over at you as you rested against the counter right next to her, “but I wouldn’t mind joining you?”

That's all I need this Christmas Eve

I just want a cowgirl for Christmas, aha

“Sure,” Kate managed before clearing her throat, “you’re more than welcome to. I - uh, I’m Kate Laswell.”

God she was pathetic at this - she hadn’t flirted with somebody forever and you looked like you had just stepped out of a lesbian cowgirl’s wet dream… perhaps her own.

She offered you her hand and you took it, your fingers a little cold from the outside.

“Nice to meet ya’, Kate,” you replied, your eyes seeming like they sparkled as you told her your name. Kate couldn’t help but imagine your hair against her bedsheets, her fingers running along that pretty body of yours.

“Likewise,” Kate smiled, straightening her back a little as Alex gave you the beer, before he sent Kate a wink. Asshole.

“You new in town?” She added, focusing back on you.

“Yeah,” you took a sip of the beer, a pretty line of white foam laying along your upper lip until you licked it off with your pink tongue, “moved in nearby two weeks ago. Been busy, though.”

“Ah,” Kate nodded along, “explains why I haven’t seen you, then.”

You looked younger than herself and for a moment, she felt like an old pervert. She was 39 and you looked like you were 25 maybe. It both sent sparks of lust through her - together with the feeling of being dirty. Simping, a word Soap had said, for a younger woman.

“Likewise,” you answered, adding a soft “I would have remembered.”

Were you… flirting with her? Kate felt herself blush as if she was a teenager and not a grown up woman. As if she wasn’t much older than you - fuck, it made her feel dirty, in a way she couldn’t describe. Yet it made butterflies flutter inside her stomach, flying around the flowers that had suddenly bloomed.

“ are what doing this Christmas you?” The words almost tumbled out of her mouth, unable to be said in the right order, her lungs filled with a feeling she hadn’t felt for a while, “I uhm- I mean, what are you doing this Christmas?”

You didn’t laugh, but you smiled so sweetly, almost lovingly and Kate was sure she wouldn’t be able to stand with the rush of emotions that went through her at it.

“Not much,” you admitted, your finger playing with the rim of the beer glass, though you didn’t take your gaze of her, “don’t know anybody here - what about you?”

“Not much either,” Kate breathed, “want to uhm - maybe hang out?”

She had never felt as ridiculous as now; in fact she wanted to slam her head into the counter - maybe run away. Even if the town buried her, it wouldn’t be enough. The pure embarrassment of asking a stranger, a hot, beautiful stranger, like that, to spend Christmas with her. Had she gone mad? Perhaps it was the alcohol.

“I’m so sorry,” she hurried to say, “I - you don’t know me, that was inappropriate of me an—“

“I would like that.”

Which such simple words, you made her heart beat a little bit more normal, you made her able to breath again, her throat able to untangle.

“I - yeah?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed with a warm smile and for the first time in years, Kate felt as if Christmas might not be that bad this year.