Mar 18, 2015
I'm so dumb.
After months seeing people using the world "gleeverse" and didn't understand why they said that, I finally got that "gleeverse" comes from Glee universe. Dumbest girl ever.
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I'm so dumb.
After months seeing people using the world "gleeverse" and didn't understand why they said that, I finally got that "gleeverse" comes from Glee universe. Dumbest girl ever.
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another rec for y'all
Flaming_muse smut is pretty much perfection, and my kryptonite. Just trust me on this ok
"Just because it’s something they did doesn’t mean it’s something they do.
Set soon after 3x05 ('The First Time')."
Ellie didn´t expect her to be there. The way Freya had ran off, Ellie had pictured her as far from their hotel room as humanly possible, maybe even out of Disney and Florida altogether. The soft music was the first clue, the sad, dramatic lyrics calling for a deep sleep you wouldn´t wake up from. There was a soft breeze coming from the other side of the room, across the short hallway, where the windows were opened. There was only a light on, one of the bedside table lamps on, illuminating only a small square of the other girl's bed, and there, curled up under the covers, was Freya, only her hair peeking out.
“Oh, you're here,” Ellie stated, frowning. “Do you need me to step away from the door so you can have a clear way out?”
“'m sorry...” The blonde mumbled from under the blankets, her voice muffled by the covers. For a second, Ellie pondered to play it snotty, and insist if Freya wanted her to hear anything, she should speak louder. But the redhead wasn´t mean, and she knew what it was to blurt something out or do something out of impulse, and then regret it.
She took a deep breath, kicking her heels out, crossing her arms across her chest because she wasn´t sure what she was supposed to do. “Why did you ran?”
Freya took her time to reply, and she saw her move her legs closer to her chest, before pulling the covers away from her face so her voice carried away. “Because I'm an idiot and I was embarrassed...”
“Why? Why were you embarrassed? I'm the one who got ditched,” The redhead frowned, staring at the ball of long legs and arms on the bed, feeling more sympathetic than before. She had never seen Freya like that, at all.
“Because of what I did!” The blonde mumbled. “And I said something I shouldn´t have... I'm not supposed to be even a little jealous because we're friends. Just friends.”
Ellie sighed to herself, and didn´t reply, shaking her head a little. It was weird, she had never been in that position, in that... reassuring position where she was expected to offer comfort and promises she wasn´t sure how to address at all. Maybe Jax was right when he said she was such a dude, because right then, that's how she felt, like the cliché, society-expected guy.
Feeling a bit unsure, Ellie dropped her purse and jacket over her bed and walked up to Freya's, sitting by the blonde. “I understand if you want to be alone, Frey. Do you want me to go for the night? I can stay with Riv and we'll talk tomorrow...”
“... I don´t want you to go but I understand if that's what you want,” Freya mumbled, her lower lip jutting out in a pout.
“Okay, then. I'll stay,” She smiled softly, turning on the bed so she could cross her legs over the mattress. Neither spoke for a while, laying in bed silently, not moving, feeling the weight of the other on the bed, the warmth irradiating from the other body, in a relatively calm silence. It didn´t last long, though.
“... I didn´t want you to run away with the hot waitress...”
Ellie almost chocked, because that was the most ridiculous thought that could had ever been spoken out loud, “Are you kidding me? That's the most stupid thing you've ever said!” She exclaimed, surprised as she was, trying not to laugh. “Why would I leave with the waitress when I was waiting for you?”
“Maybe you were tired of me being such an idiot and making a fool of myself and wanted some new tits to look at.”
“You're saying some crazy shit right now, Freya,” Ellie chuckled softly, trying not to burst out laughing.
Freya, however, sounded even more mortified when she moaned an “I knooooow,” that made the redhead laughed harder, trying but failing to keep it to herself, ignoring Freya's pout. “I'm sorry for being the biggest asshole...”
“Harley, you were just being a girl, it's fine.”
“I've lost the right to ever wear a strap on again....”
Those words made Ellie blushed ten different shades of red, thinking about Freya and a strap on, getting lost on the idea. She didn´t even feel the blonde sit up and turned towards her, and only noticed her when she put her chin on Ellie's shoulder, pouting, her right hand over her knee, idly moving over her skin.
“I'm sorry...” Freya trailed off, her breath making the redhead shiver when it hit her neck. “I'll do whatever you want me to.”
It was just a kiss, small, and gentle; nothing wild or passionate or hard. Just a quick peck on the lips when the doors of the elevator closed behind them, locking them inside as it moved up to their bedroom floor. It wasn´t a big thing or a great gesture of affection or a love declaration. But it still made Freya froze in place, and blush.
Not because of the kiss per se, or for what it meant or for the arousing idea that they weren´t alone and maybe someone WAS watching them from behind the mirrors, but because it was the first time the redhead had taken the first step, that she had initiated any sort of contact. And that alone was exciting, even if that was probably one of the worst reactions to have to that.
Ellie pulled away after a second, smiling up at her and lacing her fingers with hers, and swing them softly. “It's okay, Frey. I'm here.”
Growing up the way she had to, Freya had come to accept that no one would ever really take her side, or stand up for her. It was always God's words looming over her head, an ominous threat always ready to fall on her, followed by the fear of her parents's rage. She was used to deal on her own, to brave whatever came her way alone, to fix her problems herself, and having Ellie there, just... being there was shocking and surprising and amazing, and Freya was suddenly hit with nothing but appreciation for the redhead.
“Thanks...” The blonde sighed, shoving the other girl softly, keeping their hands entwined. “I hate these calls.”
Ellie nodded, taking their hands up and kissing the back of Freya's in such a tender gesture that the blonde could only stared, surprised and a bit confused. “Parents suck.”
“They really do,” She accepted, smiling at the shorter girl.
She hated receiving the yearly phone call from her mother and father, but she hated more that she couldn´t just hang up. Every time she had told that to a friend or someone she knew, they had all told her to hang up, move on, or suck it up, they had always made her feel stupid for not being able to. When they had called this time, Ellie and Freya were on the bed, getting ready to go out for dinner, and the redhead had stayed by her side, not talking or judging, just rubbing Freya's calves as if it was the most natural thing to do. It had helped calming her down and she heard her parents usual speech about how selfish she was and how much god was going to punish her and how much she sucked as a white, blonde girl.
“It can be just us tonight,” Ellie offered, kissing the inside of the wrist this time. It seemed silly and small and normal, but for Freya it seemed such an intimate gesture, so fucking sexy.
“I'm sorry,” Freya muttered. It was late, the sun was starting to shine through the curtains, and she could have swore the redhead was fast asleep. She could feel her slow breathing as Ellie was curled against her side, her breasts warm against her own skin, the face against the crook of her neck, leaning on Frey's arm, bended over her own head. Ellie had her freckled arm across the blonde's chest, her fingers tangled with the messy hair, cuddling. Freya wasn´t really sure if that meant they were okay, or the complete opposite, but she liked the feeling of the other body against her own, warm and covered in goosebumps because of the cold breeze seeping through the windows. Freya smiled to herself, moving her face slightly to kiss the redhead's forehead, just to try it out, test how it felt.
“You said that already,” Ellie breathed out, moving her head a little with her eyes still closed, as her fingers twirled and tugged softly at the blonde's hair. But she wasn´t pulling away, she was just curling closer to her.
“... You're awake?” Freya asked, surprised, and the redhead chuckled.
“I don´t sleep.”
“I thought you didn´t cuddle.”
“Well... We don´t have to,” Ellie replied, sounding more sleepy now but almost fake, and when she tried to moved away, Freya stopped her, moving the arm behind her head to the redhead's back, burring her fingers on the red locks.
“No. I like it. You're cute.”
Groaning, the other girl shook her head, but she didn´t pull away, and she moved a little to be more comfortable, brushing her tits against Freya's in the process, and turning her on. They were naked under the covers, the blonde had spend the longest part of the past night making sure Ellie knew how much she regretted flirting with her dad, and she had only stopped because of exhaustion of the both of them.
“You keep saying I'm cute...”
“You are, Ivy. You're adorable,” The blonde grinned, kissing her forehead again just because.
“And you said you were sorry.”
“I did, yeah.”
“Because of what happened with dad?”
“Yes. I don´t want you to be mad at me, and I know it was something pretty stupid,” Freya admitted, playing with the redhead's hair. The last time she had done that, Ellie had stood up and left faster than she could have processed it. Yet this time... Ellie stayed, and she moved closer, and cuddled like a kitten against her.
“It's okay. I thought that was clear, Harley,” The redhead yawned, kissing the edge of her jaw.
“Is it really okay?”
“Yes, Raven, really okay. Unless you don´t want to, in which case... well, fuck you.”
Freya laughed at the words and the tired tone, “You're adorable when half asleep, Kitty cat.”
“.... Are we going to keep throwing nicknames to each other?”
“Pussycat?”
That was enough to woken Ellie up, and the redhead turned to glare at her. “Not that.”
“Okay, okay, sorry,” The blonde chuckled, trying to hide it. “No need to get snappy, Kitty.”
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“You know?” Freya said with a pensive voice. They had just finished doing the dishes, and Ellie had insisted on putting the leftover soup in proper bowls to storage it. When she walked out of the kitchen, she saw the blonde leaning against the wall to her left, by the large bookcases of the living room, and she walked up to her, feeling the other girl's eyes on her, trying not to blush.
“What is it?” Ellie wondered, arching her eyebrows with curiosity.
“I think I'm going to keep you around.”
“What?” The redhead chuckled, brushing that perpetually wild strand of hair away from her face. “Are you going to lock me here like Leatherface?”
“Only lock I would put on you is to play,” The blonde smirked, winking at her. “I believe in free will.”
“Well, I don´t mind being around you, so I'm alright with that.”
Freya nodded keeping the wide smile on her mouth, that same that illuminated her whole face. The redhead was an open-minded person -or just human, as she liked to pointed out- and has never had any qualms or worries about admitting another girl was beautiful; and boy was Freya Olsson beautiful, perfect hair, big wide eyes, full lips... But she knew her gaze was different this time, that she wasn´t just merely appreciating someone else's beauty from afar. And, now, with the blonde tapping her fingers to her chin, the tight shirt hugging her curves, showing off her boobs and riding up her hips, Ellie had a hard time concentrating. She wondered if that was how guys felt, if that was that feeling of.... mild amazement or something similar that caught their breaths and made them stare. And whatever it was, it was weird for her to admit that. She never lost her track with guys and she rarely got distracted with someone's physical beauty and she usually was pretty damn confident when it came to sex. Now, though... it was different. And not just because she was different than before, that she was a mess and a wreck.
“Oh, what a great friendship this already is!” Freya grinned delightful, making the redhead laugh and forget her previous thoughts. It was hard to keep a train of thoughts with Freya in front of her staring right to her.
“Just because of the food?”
“Well, the food sealed the deal, yeap.”
“So, the food and the boobs, then?” Ellie wondered, shaking her head a little with a smile. She was still nervous and unsure of what she was supposed to do, of how she was supposed to go about... everything, and talking help. Talking meant there was noise around and not just Ellie standing in front of Freya, not just them and the fact they were going to have sex, not just her standing vulnerable with scars and bones and boobs to be judged.
“You're awesome!” The other girl exclaimed, smiling widely again, her voice sounded that bit more gentle, as if she could read her mind.
“Oh, psshaw!” She sighed, feeling her cheeks burning, because even when she didn´t believe the words herself... she believed Freya meant them.
“I speak only the truth!”
“Sure,” Ellie sighed, rolling her eyes.
She had been scolded time and time again about not taking compliments, by her shrink and her dad and her friends and even her exes, and she was really trying to work on that, she really was. Yet her first reaction was always to deny it, because she didn´t feel pretty or nice or even sexy or cute, no matter what anyone said. But she knew that she couldn´t really keep rejecting the compliments, especially not from Freya, and at least this time she wasn´t feeling as if the words were a lie meant to get something out of her. Accepting them was much easier than most of the times, and that alone was a confusing thought for her fucked up mind.
“I'm glad you liked the food, then. And... the boobs, I guess,” Ellie chuckled nervously.
“Well, I don´t really know about the boobs...” Freya trailed off, biting her lower lip, making the redhead blushed brightly and look down, suddenly ashamed and awkward, wanting to run away badly.
“You said I had great boobs...” Ellie mumbled, thinking if it would be seen as too bad to smack herself for her stupidity. “It's not like I-...”
“Yeah, I said that, but I think I should see them up close, ya know, Ivy?” The blonde grinned, standing from the wall with a graceful movement, standing closer to her.
“Oh,” She accepted, surprised. And suddenly all the nerves and butterflies were back multiplied by a thousand, kicking and turning on her stomach, almost hurting her. The anticipation, too, it came back like a rush, making her all tingly and... buzzing. It was a peculiar mix of excitement and hesitation. “...But I'm wearing such a pretty lingerie...” She mumbled, the first thing that crossed her mind.
“Well, maybe I should see that first,” Freya winked, and the way the blonde licked her lower lip turned her on more than she would have ever expected something like that to affect her.
“Yeah...” She trailed off, her throat dry, having to concentrate on breathing appropriately. “Maybe you should...”
“So show me.”
“... Don´t you want dessert first?”
“No reason there can´t be both, Elle.”
“Well.... I can´t really beat down that logic, honestly,” The redhead accepted, fumbling with the fabric of her dress, tilting her head to the side because she kinda wanted to refute that logic.
“Nope, you can´t,” Freya smiled, almost encouragingly.
Ellie nodded, taking a deep breath, closing her eyes to get some courage into her or calm herself down, or something, and she turned around, giving the other girl her back. “Can you unzip me?”
“No problem, babe,” The blonde agreed, and that small last word made Ellie's stomach twist, almost giving her goosebumps. The only other girls that has called her babe before were Annie and Kat, and neither of them meant it like that. She tried to stand still while she felt Freya's hands on her shoulders, moving slowly to hold the zipper of her blue dress, sliding it down her back, down to the small of her back and staying there more than they should, the fingers lingering over her skin, gently brushing the spot before pulling away. “Ready,” Freya spoke, softly, sounding almost breathless, which seemed silly to the redhead.
Ellie nodded, pushing back her hair again to slide the dress down her shoulders, past her boobs, and down to her waist... and then stopped. If she kept going then and turned around, Freya would see her scars, the ones on her thighs and the ones on her ribs, and that was a scary thought, violent and fast, powerful; it would mean been completely vulnerably and exposed, judged and disliked. And she really, really wanted Freya to like her; she wanted her to like her pale skin, and her freckles, and her ass, and her waist, and her boobs, and maybe even the scars, but... she didn´t like them herself. The scars were nasty, disgusting marks mapping her body, a sign of her utter weakness and evidence of how pathetic she was. How could anyone like them at all.
“When I was little,” The blonde suddenly started, surprising her because she hadn´t expected her to speak. For half a second, she had even forgotten she wasn´t alone fighting with her own mind, but standing with a stunningly beautiful woman behind her. “I fell out of a tree, and my bone popped out of my arm, and now I have a gnarly scar. It's kinda nasty when I'm too long under the sun, it's like an alien crawling out. And I have another on my stomach. I ran with scissors when I was little.”
That got Ellie's attention and she turned around, looking at the blonde surprised. “You ran with scissors and you a scar on your stomach?!” She exclaimed, half confused, half worried.
Laughing, the blonde nodded. “Yeah, I did. I'm a wild child, as you can see.”
“Only the most dangerous run with scissors, of course,” Ellie laughed, every nervous feeling or awkwardness forgotten.
“Wanna see?”
“Well, now I'm really curious.”
“Okay,” Freya grinned, grabbing the edge of her shirt and pulling it up to below her boobs, showing her stomach, and a short, but big scar beneath her belly button. “They said it was a miracle I didn´t pierce my liver or something.”
“It looks like it hurt a lot,” Ellie exclaimed, worried, reaching out to touch the scar without really thinking about it.
“Unfortunately, I didn´t learn shit, though,” The other girl replied.
“Do you still get hurt?” Ellie asked, brushing the softer skin of the scar gently, and only when she looked up to Freya did she noticed the goosebumps covering the exposed stomach.
“I still ran with sharp objects. Come here,” The blonde beckoned, reaching for her hips, and pulling her closer. “I couldn´t care less about your scars, Ygritte.”
“... I'm not as badass.”
“Of course you are, Elle. We're not doing anything until you're comfortable, babe.”
Freya smiled, sliding her hands to the girl's hips, under the dress, caressing the skin soothingly. She let her relaxed before leaning down to the redhead and kissing her neck. It was a soft kiss, slow nibbling and gentle licking, making her shudder and tingly and suddenly she couldn´t get off of her clothes fast enough. Ellie closed her hands in tight fists, unsure of how she was supposed to react, how she should go about it, if Freya should take her dress or if she should do it herself, if she was supposed to tear Freya's dress off, kiss her back, moan or say anything at all.
“You're beautiful,” The blonde assured her, biting down hard on the spot where her neck ended, making her moan loudly because she really didn´t expect it. “Can I take it off?” Freya asked without taking her lips away from the other girl's skin, tugging at the dress, and Ellie nodded, unable to speak.
The short-haired girl smiled, moving her hands to Ellie's arms, sliding them slowly to the wrists, pushing the dress off and over her ass until the redhead was standing only in burgundy underwear, garters and high heels. Barely covered in lace and ribbons, Ellie felt slightly more confident, like she might actually look a little good and not the mess she always saw. She straightened her back and pushed her shoulders back, her boobs going forward with the movement, and she let go of the fists, wiggling her fingers softly, trying to relax.
“Fuck,” Freya muttered, taking a step back and looking her over, licking her lower lip. She felt her eyes moving from her shoulders, down to her breasts, lingering there for a second or two, and moving down, over her ribs and her belly, her hips, and her long legs. “Maybe you should just leave that on...”
“You think so?” Ellie wondered, an almost teasing tone on her voice that surprised her and made Freya smirk.
“For now. I think I'm underdressed here.”
“I'm almost naked, Frey,” She pointed out, looking down at herself as if to check.
“And you look fucking good. Your tits... Fuck, I know I said you had great boobs, but up close they're so much better. Good god..”
Ellie blushed at the compliments, a bright scarlet that went from her cheeks slowly down her whole body. “Oh, shush.”
“No, really. Your tits look great, you look amazing. It's such a shame you can´t wear lingerie out all the time.”
“Well.. I do, just under my clothes...”
“Tease!” Freya laughed.
“It's still a relief for everyone around that I'm not allowed, though, because-”
“You say you look disgusting, Ellie Bergman, and I'd have to... spank you,” The blonde smirked, her eyes lightening up at the idea with mischief, and Ellie was really tempted to just go on and say that, say she looked awful and disgusting, just to see if she did. But before she could, Freya grabbed her hips tightly and stepped closer to her, moving her hands around her to the small of her back, and cupping her ass, hard“I want to lick every inch of your body, Ivy,” She whispered against the redhead's ear, her tongue darting out and sucking her earlobe into her mouth, pulling away slowly seconds before. Ellie shivered, closing her eyes and biting her lips so she wouldn´t moan out loud, and her hands grasped at Freya's t-shirt, pulling and tugging, not sure if she wanted to take it off, or just push the other girl closer. Freya's laugh reverberate against her skin, and her hand slapped softly but sharply against her ass, teasing and making her jump, “No biting your lips, babe. Don´t be afraid to be loud,” She stated, moving enough so she was looking at the redhead's pretty blushed face.
“Sorry,” Ellie accepted coyly, looking up at her through her eyelashes, and biting down her lips.
“Step away from your dress,” Freya demanded, pressing her fingers against the girl's hips, arching an eyebrow at her.
“Why?”
“Do it and you'll see.”
“Hum... Alright.” The redhead accepted her help to step out of the dress, and Freya quickly kicked it away.
“I didn´t want you to trip.”
Ellie opened her mouth to ask what she meant, but before she could voice her thoughts, the blonde leaned down and kissed her, hard, pushing the redhead against herself, fingers sliding under the lace panties, sinking her nails on the tender skin of her butt, pressing her boobs against hers, turning her on like Ellie wouldn´t have expected from that. Freya nibbled on her lower lip, making her moan out loud and the blonde darted her tongue inside her mouth, dancing against hers in a wild, fast dance that took her breath away, but neither cared. Ellie kissed back just as hard, pushing herself to the taller girl, her hands moving quickly, feverishly to the blonde's belt, opening, and unzipping her jeans. Laughing into her mouth, Frey scratch her way through Ellie's ass up to the edge of the panties, and she pinched the skin before moving to her own jeans,and pulling away enough so she could look at the shorter girl.
Freya smirked at the sight in front of her. Redhead beauty standing on her living room in lingerie and high heels of a deep red that made the pale skin look shining white, big tits that seemed almost too big for the petite form, marked waist that opened to narrow, bony hips, endless legs, red marks around the waist where she had scratched her; Ellie was breathing hard, her eyes closed, lips swollen and bright red, cheeks flushed.
The first time she had seen the redhead, it had been on a Broadway stage, naked, walking from one point to the other with a damn fine body and perfect tits that were natural because they moved with every little step; and if there was a thing Freya loved, that was real tits and real big tits. But then she had seen the girl after the show, talking to some people, and the redhead never seemed to really smile, she didn´t look so happy. Freya have had bad experience with divas before, both dating,fucking and working with, and that never ended up okay, so any fantasy that had started building up during the show about eating the other girl out until she came screaming her name till next Sunday quickly evaporated.
Then, however, Ellie walked into her work, and she was proven damn wrong. The redhead was cute, and quiet and almost shy, and Freya being Freya had needed to push the girl a little, ask all sort of uncomfortable question. And Ellie had answered them openly, if only a little hesitantly, and she had shown her geek flag without feeling ashamed. So Freya had felt silly, like a complete jerk for assuming so many wrong things in so little time. They had a lot in common, and Ellie was nice and sweet and clearly nursing a broken heart, and Freya had always loved the broken ones. Maybe something to do with her own history. In Ellie, she saw someone she could be friends with, someone she could talk to openly and easily, which didn´t happen often, and she really didn´t have that many closed friends to begin with.
Asking her out had been almost a joke, half honest, half only mocking, wanting to see if the shorter girl blushed. Freya was used to pick up girls and boys alike, and she was pretty damn good at it, and Ellie seemed..sad, and antsy and she couldn´t really stop herself when she hit on her, even when she wasn´t exactly sure how the redhead felt about being with a girl. Really, she could have been much more blunt and mouthy about it, it was a point in her favour that she hadn´t just told her she wanted to eat her pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner and if she was up to it. It was a huge improvement that she had managed not to sound like a complete sex freak, and Ellie had agreed, anyway so... win-win, right?
And now there they were, at her apartment, getting naked, and she really, really, really just wanted to fuck the redhead, but she knew she couldn´t be too forward and make Ellie feel like she was pressuring her. Ellie seemed fragile, and almost vulnerable, worried about pleasing her, and as much as Freya wanted to insist all she was worried for the night was on making her feel good... she knew saying it would not get across fast enough.
“I got a Broadway star naked on my living room,” She announced, laughing, lacing her fingers with the other girl's over the front of her own jeans, and sliding them under the rough fabric of her trousers, palms flat against her skin.
“I'm not naked,” Ellie frowned slowly, looking up at her with an expression that seemed too innocent and out of place for someone in dark red lingerie, garters and her hands down some other girl's pants.
“You will be, when I tell the story later,” The blonde smirked, pushing their entwined hands deeper into her jeans,moving them behind her, past the small of her back, down to the curve of her ass. Freya saw the realization hit Ellie's eyes first, and then the blush on her cheeks, and she took advantage of that to pull her closer, putting her leg between hers, making the redhead shiver at the touch of jeans against naked skin. “I'm not wearing any panties.”
Ellie cleared her throat, licking her lips; they were so close Freya could feel the other girl's hard nipples pushing through the fabric, and rubbing against her. The redhead was too short, at least half a head shorter, and her tits reached just below her owns. “Is it a turn on?” She asked softly, scratching Freya's ass with her nails, gently, and just the thought the redhead was getting more confident was exciting, arousing and goosebumps-inducing.
Ellie hadn´t really needed to do much to change the seemingly power play, and Freya doubt she even knew she had done that just then. Instead of replying out loud, the blonde nodded, pushing her leg slightly up between Ellie's, rubbing the other girl's pussy with her upper thigh, and enjoying the full-body shiver it elicited, and the hitched breath, and the parted lips with a silent moan.
“What about this?” The blonde asked, rubbing her leg backwards and forward, slowly, and Ellie's breathing deepen, as if she was having a hard time with it. Freya let go of the other girl's hands in favour of holding her narrow waist with one hand, the other tugging at the edge of the lace panties, trying to see how long she resisted before getting to the burgundy-clad tits in front of her. “Does it turn you on? Makes you wet?”
“... Yes,” Ellie admitted, gasping when Freya moved her hand into her panties, sliding between her lips, and pressing at her clitoris without moving. Freya had to contain the pleased smirk, because the redhead was fucking wet, and so so sensitive to the minor touch, and so, so, so soft and warm, nothing but skin and soaked underwear. No plate of food had ever seemed as tempting and delicious as Ellie's pussy right then.
“Tell me,” Freya managed to breath out, pinching softly. “What makes you this fucking wet?”
The redhead squirmed, her nails going deeper in Frey's ass cheeks, and her eye closed, and Freya saw her trying to keep track of her thoughts, which, really, was a pretty empowering view, mind you. A beautiful, sexy girl having troubles to think because of you was like one of Frey's favourite things in the world. “This...” Ellie mumbled, licking her lips.
“Tell me, babe. Your hands on my ass, my hand in your pussy?” “All of it..”
“All of what?”
“You,” The redhead finally stated, opening her eyes to look at her right in the eyes, and surprising as that was, Freya blushed, her fingers stopping their slow movement. She wasn´t the type to do that, much less for such a small comment, but she felt her cheeks burning and her ears itchy and hot like she did when she flushed. She was confident and she knew how good she was and that sort of compliment was something she had come to expect. Yet when it came from Ellie, cute, quiet redhead that had never before being with a girl... it seemed like a bigger deal. Like a special treat.
“Shucks, Ivy. You're making me blush,” She stated, leaning to kiss Ellie's neck, nibbling and sucking to leave a mark on the pale skin that would last for days. Among Freya's talents, leaving perfect hickeys was one of the ones that made her feel the proudest, and for some twisted reason, she wanted to leave marks all over the other girl's body so she wouldn´t be able to forget it. Or maybe she was just trying to play off the moment, not let Ellie know how much she had really blushed.
As she licked the length of the redhead's neck, Freya started moving her hand again, her middle finger caressing the folds gently, almost brushing, as her thumb opened her up, pressing softly the mound over the clitoris, teasing, loving the feeling of the girl squirming and wiggling on her fingers. Frey moved the other hand across Ellie's back, taking a hold of the panties, and as she bit down below the other girl's jaw, she pulled fast and hard from the undergarment, riding it up her ass, making Ellie jumped surprised, and scratched her, and try to regain her composure as the leaned against the taller girl, tits against her, gasping and moaning.
“What more do you like?” Freya demanded, with a wicked grin as her thumb moved in circles around Ellie's clit but never really touching there. She moved her lips to the other girl's jaw, kissing the edge, biting playfully at her chin; Ellie threw her head back to giver her more space or because maybe it was hard to think properly, but either way, the blonde took advantage to nibble at her throat, kissing and biting and licking.
“Stop...” The redhead's voice vibrated against Freya's lips, almost making her chuckle, “... teasing..”
Grinning, she pulled apart enough to look at the shorter girl from a distance. “Stop teasing?” Ellie nodded, nails scratching a way up her back, sliding under the shirt and stopping by the bra. For someone complaining about teasing, she was even worst at that. Freya felt all tingly and shivering and so fucking horny and the redhead hadn´t even made a real pass. “You have to ask nicely, babe.”
“Why?” Ellie wondered, with an almost daring tone. For a shy girl, Ellie was showing some wicked tendencies, and Frey wanted to know them all.
“Because if you don´t, sweetheart,” She started, at the same time she thrust a finger inside the other girl's pussy, fast, feeling her gasp and the soft moan on her throat, and then pulled away just as quickly, “no one gets off.”
It took the redhead a couple of seconds to get herself together, to calm her breathing, and be able to speak; she looked lovely, with her wet lips parted, and her cheeks bright and red, and the hair is mess. Freya kissed her throat, and her jaw, her chin, her cheek, before kissing her lips, softly, not trying to bruise or unravel.
“Please,” Ellie mumbled, her hands sliding under Freya's bra, but not unhooking it.
“Please, what, pet?”
“Please, stop teasing. Please, just... fuck... Just please..”
“Very articulated,” Freya chuckled. She stepped away from Ellie, taking the delicate pale hands of the other girl from her bra. “Let's go to my bedroom.”
“But the mousse...”
To that, the blonde had to laugh, tugging from her wrist as she started walking. “The dessert is your pussy, pet. I'm sure it's just as sweet.”
Ellie blushed a deep scarlet, and followed her in silence. She was a curious mix of tease and temptress and virgin that only work to entice the blonde; she was curious about her, and way more interested than she should have, and she wanted to know her, know every little thing about her, know every spot that drove her crazy, know the things she hated or disliked.
The room was warm and softly lighted with the Christmas lights over the bedposts and the bookshelves, and cleaner than in any regular day. There were no clothes on the floor or the chairs, and no dirty plates or glasses anywhere to be seen. And only then Freya realized she had put an effort on that, because she generally didn´t care at all.
“Come here, Ivy,” She called, pulling Ellie to her as the redhead walked closer and placed her hands on her hips, a small gesture that drove the blonde crazy for some reason. Freya grabbed her face with both hands, kissing her half open mouth, sucking the lower lip, and biting softly; even with heels, the other girl was still shorter than her. “You're so pretty.”
“Not as beautiful as you,” Ellie replied, not sounding as uncomfortable as before.
“Just as much. Keep your hands there,” Freya asked, as she let go of her to take the shirt off over her head and letting it fall on the floor before unhooking her bra and throwing it towards the vanity's chair. She could feel Ellie's almost timid glance on her, appreciating her bouncing tits, the marked waist, the flat stomach. “You can touch,” The blonde grinned playfully opening her arms in an inviting gesture.
The redhead flushed, but smiled at her, a small smirk. Her fingers moved up through her sides, the nails scratching softly the skin, making goosebumps appear with every inch she touched. Her hands
went over Freya's hips, and waist, through her spine, and stopped on the side of her boobs, hesitant but grabbing her firmly from both sides. “I'm not sure....” Ellie mumbled, ashamed. Not that Freya cared, really; it was her first time and she was fucking adorable and, really, with those tits she could pretty much sat there and demanded Frey licked her toes and she would have probably done it with a smile.
“Touch me like you like to be touch, babe,” Freya encouraged, pushing her jeans over her ass and letting them fall to the floor, but she was quite sure the redhead didn´t realized she was standing in front of her completely naked.
Ellie nodded, thinking too much, looking at her through her eyelashes as if she was looking for approval, as she moved her hands to her tits, her fingers brushing the soft skin, barely touching as she reached her nipples, and pinched them with middle finger and thumb, soft and gentle, but oh so fucking sexy; if Freya wasn´t horny before, now she fucking was, and she could feel the top of her thighs wet with her excitement. The redhead smiled when she groaned, pleased, and let go of her nipples, moving her open palms to cup her tits from beneath, pushing them up and together, letting her hands slide across them softly. Ellie licked her lips, before leaning down and kissing the spot on her chest between her tits, and before she could pull away or Freya start thinking if that was how she liked it -sweet, slow, gentle-, the redhead closed her hands tight on her breasts, fondling hard, pinching her nipples and her skin, and making her moan out loud.
“Tell me,” Freya managed to breath out, pinching softly. “What makes you this fucking wet?”
The redhead squirmed, her nails going deeper in Frey's ass cheeks, and her eye closed, and Freya saw her trying to keep track of her thoughts, which, really, was a pretty empowering view, mind you. A beautiful, sexy girl having troubles to think because of you was like one of Frey's favourite things in the world. “This...” Ellie mumbled, licking her lips.
“Tell me, babe. Your hands on my ass, my hand in your pussy?” “All of it..”
“All of what?”
“You,” The redhead finally stated, opening her eyes to look at her right in the eyes, and surprising as that was, Freya blushed, her fingers stopping their slow movement. She wasn´t the type to do that, much less for such a small comment, but she felt her cheeks burning and her ears itchy and hot like she did when she flushed. She was confident and she knew how good she was and that sort of compliment was something she had come to expect. Yet when it came from Ellie, cute, quiet redhead that had never before being with a girl... it seemed like a bigger deal. Like a special treat.
“Shucks, Ivy. You're making me blush,” She stated, leaning to kiss Ellie's neck, nibbling and sucking to leave a mark on the pale skin that would last for days. Among Freya's talents, leaving perfect hickeys was one of the ones that made her feel the proudest, and for some twisted reason, she wanted to leave marks all over the other girl's body so she wouldn´t be able to forget it. Or maybe she was just trying to play off the moment, not let Ellie know how much she had really blushed.
As she licked the length of the redhead's neck, Freya started moving her hand again, her middle finger caressing the folds gently, almost brushing, as her thumb opened her up, pressing softly the mound over the clitoris, teasing, loving the feeling of the girl squirming and wiggling on her fingers. Frey moved the other hand across Ellie's back, taking a hold of the panties, and as she bit down below the other girl's jaw, she pulled fast and hard from the undergarment, riding it up her ass, making Ellie jumped surprised, and scratched her, and try to regain her composure as the leaned against the taller girl, tits against her, gasping and moaning.
“What more do you like?” Freya demanded, with a wicked grin as her thumb moved in circles around Ellie's clit but never really touching there. She moved her lips to the other girl's jaw, kissing the edge, biting playfully at her chin; Ellie throw her head back to giver her more space or because maybe it was hard to think properly, but either way, the blonde took advantage to nibble at her throat, kissing and biting and licking.
“Stop...” The redhead's voice vibrated against Freya's lips, almost making her chuckle, “... teasing..”
Grinning, she pulled apart enough to look at the shorter girl from a distance. “Stop teasing?”
Freya smirked at the sight in front of her. Redhead beauty standing on her living room in lingerie and high heels of a deep red that made the pale skin look shining white, big tits that seemed almost too big for the petite form, marked waist that opened to narrow, bony hips, endless legs, red marks around the waist where she had scratched her; Ellie was breathing hard, her eyes closed, lips swollen and bright red, cheeks flushed.
The first time she had seen the redhead, it had been on a Broadway stage, naked, walking from one point to the other with a damn fine body and perfect tits that were natural because they moved with every little step; and if there was a thing Freya loved, that was real tits and real big tits. But then she had seen the girl after the show, talking to some people, and the redhead never seemed to really smile, she didn´t look so happy. Freya have had bad experience with divas before, both dating,fucking and working with, and that never ended up okay, so any fantasy that had started building up during the show about eating the other girl out until she came screaming her name till next Sunday quickly evaporated.
Then, however, Ellie walked into her work, and she was proven damn wrong. The redhead was cute, and quiet and almost shy, and Freya being Freya had needed to push the girl a little, ask all sort of uncomfortable question. And Ellie had answered them openly, if only a little hesitantly, and she had shown her geek flag without feeling ashamed. So Freya had felt silly, like a complete jerk for assuming so many wrong things in so little time. They had a lot in common, and Ellie was nice and sweet and clearly nursing a broken heart, and Freya had always loved the broken ones. Maybe something to do with her own history. In Ellie, she saw someone she could be friends with, someone she could talk to openly and easily, which didn´t happen often, and she really didn´t have that many closed friends to begin with.
Asking her out had been almost a joke, half honest, half only mocking, wanting to see if the shorter girl blushed. Freya was used to pick up girls and boys alike, and she was pretty damn good at it, and Ellie seemed..sad, and antsy and she couldn´t really stop herself when she hit on her, even when she wasn´t exactly sure how the redhead felt about being with a girl. Really, she could have been much more blunt and mouthy about it, it was a point in her favour that she hadn´t just told her she wanted to eat her pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner and if she was up to it. It was a huge improvement that she had managed not to sound like a complete sex freak, and Ellie had agreed, anyway so... win-win, right?
And now there they were, at her apartment, getting naked, and she really, really, really just wanted to fuck the redhead, but she knew she couldn´t be too forward and make Ellie feel like she was pressuring her. Ellie seemed fragile, and almost vulnerable, worried about pleasing her, and as much as Freya wanted to insist all she was worried for the night was on making her feel good... she knew saying it would not get across fast enough.
“I got a Broadway star naked on my living room,” She announced, laughing, lacing her fingers with the other girl's over the front of her own jeans, and sliding them under the rough fabric of her trousers, palms flat against her skin.
“I'm not naked,” Ellie frowned slowly, looking up at her with an expression that seemed too innocent and out of place for someone in dark red lingerie, garters and her hands down some other girl's pants.
“You will be, when I tell the story later,” The blonde smirked, pushing their entwined hands deeper into her jeans,moving them behind her, past the small of her back, down to the curve of her ass. Freya saw the realization hit Ellie's eyes first, and then the blush on her cheeks, and she took advantage of that to pull her closer, putting her leg between hers, making the redhead shiver at the touch of jeans against naked skin. “I'm not wearing any panties.”
Ellie cleared her throat, licking her lips; they were so close Freya could feel the other girl's hard nipples pushing through the fabric, and rubbing against her. The redhead was too short, at least half a head shorter, and her tits reached just below her owns. “Is it a turn on?” She asked softly, scratching Freya's ass with her nails, gently, and just the thought the redhead was getting more confident was exciting, arousing and goosebumps-inducing.
Ellie hadn´t really needed to do much to change the seemingly power play, and Freya doubt she even knew she had done that just then. Instead of replying out loud, the blonde nodded, pushing her leg slightly up between Ellie's, rubbing the other girl's pussy with her upper thigh, and enjoying the full-body shiver it elicited, and the hitched breath, and the parted lips with a silent moan.
“What about this?” The blonde asked, rubbing her leg backwards and forward, slowly, and Ellie's breathing deepen, as if she was having a hard time with it. Freya let go of the other girl's hands in favour of holding her narrow waist with one hand, the other tugging at the edge of the lace panties, trying to see how long she resisted before getting to the burgundy-clad tits in front of her. “Does it turn you on? Makes you wet?”
“... Yes,” Ellie admitted, gasping when Freya moved her hand into her panties, sliding between her lips, and pressing at her clitoris without moving. Freya had to contain the pleased smirk, because the redhead was fucking wet, and so so sensitive to the minor touch, and so, so, so soft and warm, nothing but skin and soaked underwear. No plate of food had ever seemed as tempting and delicious as Ellie's pussy right then.
“Tell me,” Freya managed to breath out, pinching softly. “What makes you this fucking wet?”
The redhead squirmed, her nails going deeper in Frey's ass cheeks, and her eye closed, and Freya saw her trying to keep track of her thoughts, which, really, was a pretty empowering view, mind you. A beautiful, sexy girl having troubles to think because of you was like one of Frey's favourite things in the world. “This...” Ellie mumbled, licking her lips.
“Tell me, babe. Your hands on my ass, my hand in your pussy?” “All of it..”
“All of what?”
“You,” The redhead finally stated, opening her eyes to look at her right in the eyes, and surprising as that was, Freya blushed.