#deblou

And Lou listened, but the reveal of what Tammy would be working on and how her fencing requirements for the job were changing wasn’t quite as fascinating as when Debbie had revealed the plan to her. And she’d already heard Debbie do this bit with Amita.

But she didn’t want to leave the room. She’d been out all morning running down Yen and convincing him to get on board. Not that it had taken much convincing.

She wasn’t even ashamed to admit that she’d been thinking about Debbie the entire ride home, maybe even racing a bit, high on the adrenaline of a yes. Of another person on board. Game for another round of a successful Debbie Ocean plan. Thrilled and on fire at the thought that it was Debbie, her Debbie, who had hatched this brilliant plan and that they were only weeks from dripping in jewels and riches from that plan that used to only exist on a crinkled sheet of prison stationary.

Lou was itching to touch her. Itching to taste her.

Lou’s fingers played delicately with the hem of Debbie’s robe as the brunette kept talking, only giving a slight side eye to Lou, trying to figure out what she was up to as the blonde’s fingers slid under the material, slinking up towards Debbie’s underwear and running her fingers over her, with feather-light, barely-there touches that she knew would drive the Ocean crazy.

Debbie let out a shallow breath, still nodding and following the conversation.

“That’s right,” the brunette nodded. “And we’ll do it all under his company. It’ll be right under his nose the whole time.”

“I don’t know,” Debbie shook her head. “Little—little old ladies or—or something.”

Debbie looked down frantically, realizing that Lou was now on the ground kneeling in front of her, running her tongue along the fabric of her underwear as her hands found Debbie’s breasts, massaging the lightly, as Debbie tilted her head back, biting her lip to keep from making any noise.

“Yes,” Debbie nodded. “Ye-yes, exactly Tam.” Debbie stuttered as one of Lou’s hands gripped Debbie’s thigh dangerously as her tongue swirled over the fabric.

“What are you doing?” Debbie hissed, under her breath, pulling the phone away from her ear for a moment.

“You,” Lou shrugged, tugging Debbie’s underwear down sharply.

The brunette gasped as Lou repeated the swirling motion directly against Debbie’s skin this time before dragging it between Debbie’s folds, making her whimper.

“Shhhh, honey,” Lou smirked, looking up with lips already glistening from Debbie’s wetness. “You don’t want Tammy to hear you, sweetheart.”

Debbie nodded slowly, biting at her lip again as she cradled the phone against her cheek, her hands finding Lou’s hair, tugging at it.

Lou buried herself between Debbie’s thighs, moaning into her as she lapped her up, Debbie shaking above her as she stuttered through her words, breathing heavily.

“N-no, Tam. I’m fine,” Debbie chuckled, her voice strained.

Lou swirled her tongue dangerously as Debbie’s hips bucked, two of her fingers teasing at Debbie’s entrance as Debbie squeezed her thighs.

“An auction h-house, yeah,” Debbie breathed. “Yeah she-she does. It wasn’t—“

Lou kept working Debbie faster, sliding her fingers into her along with her tongue as it swirled, Debbie letting a small moan escape as she turned red.

“God,” Debbie moaned out. “God no,” she corrected herself. “We would never—“

“Lou’s n-not even here right now,” Debbie lied as Lou thrusted her fingers in especially deep as Debbie smacked her thigh.

“T-Tam come on,” Debbie pleaded. “Y-you know what? Just come over later.”

Lou bit down on Debbie’s thigh hard.

“T-tomorrow,” Debbie panted. “Come over tomorrow and we’ll talk.”

Debbie threw the phone on the coffee table, trying to collect her breath as Lou worked her even harder, drawing a deep moan from the back of Debbie’s throat.

The blonde looked up at Debbie from between her legs for a moment.

“How’s Tammy?” Lou grinned, her chin glistening.

“Really fucking mad,” Debbie breathed.

“And you, honey?”