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Lydia wins, Erica's short black dress pooling around her ankles. The fabric makes her stumble when she tries pushing Lydia backwards towards the hotel bed, clean and sanitized and just waiting to be defiled tonight. Lydia catches her though, her hands sliding down Erica's neck down to her curvaceous hips. The clumsy act makes Lydia laugh, and Erica bites at her lower lip until Lydia is moaning in appreciation.

There are no words shared between them as they stumble onto the bed together, Lydia's smaller, now completely naked frame, under Erica's taller one. They exchange heated words daily in the courtrooms; this moment, right here like the many moments before, is only for pleasure. For their bodies and nothing else.

It doesn't mean anything more than a quick fuck—something which Lydia tries desperately to remind herself as she watches Erica smiling down at her, lips swollen ruby-red and shiny with their shared saliva, the curve of her lips making her look like an angel with shiny gold hair as her halo.

"Mmmh," Lydia moans when Erica's hands rub around her clit, circling her channel with quick, dirty strokes. Erica smirks and gives two quick strokes before leaning down to kiss her again. Lydia unpins her hands from the bedsheets and winds them around Erica's neck, her silky soft hair slipping through her fingers.

"You like this, princess?" Erica's voice is sinfully low, the word princess not nearly as condescending as when they're sneering at each other outside the privacy of these moments.

Lydia doesn't say anything, can't, instead she widens her legs further, a silent encouragement for her to continue. Erica doesn't disappoint; her fingers work quicker, three of them now dipping inside her wetness. The squelching sound this action makes is obscene, and Lydia cries out when Erica decides to suckle at her left nipple at the same time.

Lydia isn't even embarrassed at having cum so eagerly, so quickly. And looking at Erica's smug face, she knows Erica isn't disappointed either.

The noises of pleasure Erica makes as she eats her out definitely proves it.

In a minute, Lydia will return the favor. She'll lap at Erica's wet cunt until Erica is a gasping mess, always so sensitive when she's on the receiving end. And then they'll both smile at each other, content at having pleasured each other, and part ways. Lydia will remain in her room while Erica will organize herself enough to go to hers, and she'll remain in this bed, defiled and filthy and smelling like them, her and Erica, and she'll pretend she doesn't hate the fact that Erica isn't in her arms all night long.

And then the moon will set and the sun will come out, Lydia's nonsensical fantasies setting with the moon, and it will be a new day where Erica and her are old rivals.

Lydia will pretend then that everything is okay, but for now she enjoys this breather—Erica is lazily stroking her stomach, her other hand resting on her hip like it had been while she kept Lydia's thrusts in check as she ate her out. Lydia's hands are on either side of Erica's face, and she's gentle now as she strokes her cheeks, the way she can only be in these moments.

Lydia doesn't smile when Erica looks up at her through her eyelashes, her deep brown eyes blown wide with pleasure, but she lets her lips curl upwards in a parody of a smile.