#venable femslash

Ms. Meade was an unbelievably difficult person to get alone.

You had questions; questions only she could answer. She was proving irritatingly difficult to pin down. She seemed to always be surrounded by others. If it was not Venable herself, it was a member of Meade’s personal crew that hung around within a few feet of her, almost constantly.

You had been trying for at least two days now. Every time you thought that you had her, someone else would show up. Your frustration must have been becoming evident. With each passing interaction, you would see a bit more awareness appear in the older woman’s eye.

After the most recent failed attempt, you clenched your fists at your sides as she headed down a hallway with her second in command. You called out after her retreating form in frustration.

“Ms. Meade!”

She stopped and turned, slowly, towards you.

“Yes, Ms. Y/N. What is it?”

You took a deep breath. “I need to speak with you, later, alone, at your earliest convenience.”

After a long, scrutinizing moment she nodded in your direction.

“Come to my office in one hour. Acceptable?”

You nodded. She nodded. You went your separate ways.

The sardonic smile you thought you saw flash across her face was certainly all in your head.

----

In one hours time, you reported to Meade’s office as requested.

It was half the size of Venable’s, and there was definitely less empty space. Shelves and filing cabinets lined the walls. Files laid spread out on her desk, in neat and orderly piles.

Of course she was already seated at her desk; there was never a moment where Meade conceded the upper hand and this was no different. She folded her hands on her the tabletop and looked at you expectantly.

“What is so urgent that you must speak to me alone? I see you at least ten times a day; you have a habit of showing up wherever I am.”

You tilt your head at this, trying your hardest not to smile.

The tone of her voice is teasing, and you know she is alluding to running into you when Venable is with her. Meade has taken to stepping ahead of the two of you; you could swear she’s acting as a buffer between you and whoever may be looking. Each time you pass in a hallway or another not so public area, Venable will touch you somehow. It is fleeting and chaste: fingers across your hip, at the small of your back, grazing across the back of your hand. Her expression does not change, and you never exchange words or even glances. Most of the time she doesn’t even break her stride. She simply touches you, and you smile ear to ear. A monumental development from a woman who recoils from anyone that makes an attempt to touch her. But then again, you seem to be the exception to all of her rules.

“Do I? Funny coincidence, that. One might think that you’re following me.”

She snorts, laughs as she leans back in her chair.

“One might be half correct. What can I help you with?”

You think about playing coy, and speaking in allusions and insinuations. You then remember she has all but caught Venable on top of you. There is no point in beating around the bush.

“Do you know when her birthday is?”

You see Meade’s eyebrows rise, and she leans forward.

“I’m assuming, that by her, you’re meaning your girlfriend?”

You can feel your cheeks turning pink but you hold your ground.

“We have never explicitly discussed that exact term but, yes. My girlfriend.”

Referring to Venable out loud as your girlfriend made the resident butterflies in your stomach flutter incessantly around.

Meade has opened a drawer in her desk and appears to be digging around for something. The offhand comment she makes next causes those same butterflies to speed up tenfold.

“You haven’t? That is odd, she refers to you as such. Often.”

You see her glance up at you and you can’t help smiling. You rub your chin in a bid to hide your grin.

“She calls me that or you call me that?”

She shrugs, and does not answer.

She has drawn out a file and laid it on her desk. She places her hand on it before looking to you.

“You do know, this is certainly a breach of some sort of rule of hers? Celebrating birthdays? Unwise use of resources, and so on? However, I do remember her needing wine and chocolate for ‘personal use’, so perhaps someone has changed her mind.”

You shrug, mirroring her. “Perhaps.”

She rolls her eyes and opens the file, scanning the page. You can’t see it from where you are, but it appears to be some sort of dossier. She runs a finger down the paper, then grabs a binder from another drawer, flipping through it with her opposite hand. You feel a small spark of affection for her; she could have easily turned you away as soon as you came in. She seems to approve of your relationship with her boss and friend; you are positive she would tell you if she was not.

“According to this, I would say--,” she picks up a pen and crosses a line of text out, writes something else in the margin, “it would be next week, give or take. Does that help?”

You cross the room to stand in front of her.

“I have a favor to ask, then.”

She tilts her head to the side, laying the pen down. She crosses her arms across her chest. “I won’t make any promises, but what do you need?”

You pull a piece of paper from your pocket, holding it up between your fingers and out to her. She takes it and peruses the list.

“This is...acceptable. I could have them tonight. What am I doing with these items?”

You rock back and forth on your heels, thinking.

“Well, I can’t really be seen carrying that stuff down the hallway. No one would question you. Can you get it into her room?”

She scoffs, as if you shouldn’t have even had the audacity to question her.

“Of course I can. Your little midnight rendezvous are usually after dinner, yes? I’m assuming you’ll be spending the night.”

You feel color rising to your cheeks once again. You tip your chin up, smirking.

“I may be. She usually decides that.”

Meade laughs sharply, shaking her head as she tucks the paper into the pocket of her shirt.

“Of course she does. I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

She makes a dismissive motion with her hand, and you turn to leave. She adds an afterthought as you reach for the door.

“I hope you realize you owe me. Both of you little lovebirds.”

You turn back and see a mischievous glint in her eye.

You can only imagine how you will have to pay her back for this one.

------

That night, Meade is suspiciously late for dinner. She arrives well into your reading, taking a seat next to Venable, who gives the older woman a sidelong glance. You see her lean over to Meade, speaking low, no doubt inquiring as to her whereabouts. Meade meets your eye and nods surreptitiously.

You smile as you turn a page, raising your gaze to see Venable looking straight at you. She looks from you, to Meade, and back to you. Her expression is unreadable. With practiced ease, you focus at a point just over her shoulder to keep your face straight. It works and the rest of the hour proceeds without incident.

With the chime of the clock the assembled group begins to disperse. You tuck your book under your arm and approach Venable, who is still seated. She looks up at you. You notice she curls her fingers around the head of her cane. The movement is almost desirous and for a moment you wonder if she was about to reach out and touch you.

“Yes?”

You lean down, close enough for your words to be heard only by her, but far enough away that this action is normal to a casual observer.

“Meet me in your room in half an hour. Put on something more...,” you lower your eyes from her face to the high collar of her blouse, “...comfortable.”

Her brows raise, and you lick your lips. You see the corner of her mouth twitch as her eyes slip to your lips. No one else would have even noticed; no one else did. The rest of the room is oblivious and you are loving it. You stand straight up and dip your chin towards her.

“Have a lovely evening, Ms. Venable.”

You hear her clear her throat as you walk away from her.

No response follows.

--

As you requested, in one half hour an extremely comfortable looking Venable answered the door.

Her hair is down, spilling over her shoulders. She is wearing yet another long shift, this one is the color of a deep wine. You’d never seen it before, but it suited her.

“Is that new?” You reached out to draw your fingers down the soft fabric at neck, she tilted her head back to allow this movement.

“New to you, yes. Do you like it?”

You hum in response, stepping closer to her. “I do, you look stunning in purple.”

She smiles widely and steps towards you. You meet her halfway and tangle your fingers into her hair as your lips meet. She slips her arm around your waist, and you could swear she sighed contently as you softly, so softly, ran the tips of your fingers down her back. They came to rest on her hips as she pulled away.

“Did you think I would not notice that,” she nods towards a box sitting on the table in front of the fire, “or that Ms. Meade was quite late for dinner? What have you two been up to?”

You feign innocence; she doesn’t buy it for a second. “Whyever would you just assume that she and I had something to do with this?”

“It seems that lately, you two derive some sort of pleasure from finding new and inventive ways to push my sanity to its very limit.”

“Oh darling, I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

She rolls her eyes and you follow her to the table. You both sit and she pulls the box towards her. There is a note on the top that you crane your neck to read.

-Do not open this unless the librarian is present, or else.-

You cover your mouth to stifle your laugh. “I wonder what the or else is?”

“I am sure that I do not want to find out; that is the only reason I abided by your little rule.”

You press a hand to your chest. “My rule? That rule is the box’s rule, dear.”

She elbows you, then lifts the lid from the box. She reaches inside to pull out a small container wrapped in paper. She looks at your questioningly as you stop her from opening it. You cup her cheek and lift her chin to meet your eyes.

“I want you to know, that while I may not have anything extravagant to offer you, I will give you anything within my power. Anything you desire, if I can get it or make it happen, I will do. That is your gift. This,” you pat the parcel in her hands, “is just, something nice. From me.”

She smiles at you, reaching out to press her fingers to your neck, just under your ear.

“Thank you, love. I will have to think about that, though. Is that alright? I do not want to waste such a valuable honor.”

You lace your fingers together, moving towards her and pressing your lips against hers. You whisper against her mouth, “Don’t take too long deciding, you know I’m not very patient.”

She kisses you deeply and nips your bottom lip lightly before pulling away enough to look you in the eye. “What is all this for, not that I am complaining.” You lean in to press kisses to her neck, her hands come up to stroke your shoulders and she sighs happily. You move your lips to her ear.

“Happy early birthday, darling.”

She pushes you away slowly, squinting at you.

“How do you know--...I knew it; I knew the two of you were working together.”

You can’t stop yourself from laughing at her expression.

“I am sorry, I can neither confirm nor deny that allegation.”

She looks simultaneously impressed and irritated, and she is so cute it makes your heart jump in your chest.

She places the unopened package back on the table, pulling you towards her by your shirt.

“Well, we will see about that.”

She kisses you again, tilting your head up as she trails her lips down your chin, across your neck, stopping to very lightly bite your pulse point. You shiver in her arms. You can feel her smile against your neck as she slips her hand beneath your shirt. Her hand roams higher to cup your breast; she squeezes it gently. Though you are still wearing your bra, you feel your body respond to her touch immediately.

You bury your hands in her hair, tugging lightly on it, taking pride in the way her breath catches when you perform such an action. You do it again, harder this time, and she groans. You laugh as she returns to your lips; she kisses you over and over, murmuring against your lips.

“Do you think you are funny, you little tease?”

You shift your hips beneath her and watch her eyes darken.

“Maybe.”

You pay for that insolent comment as she captures your mouth with her own, moving to press her thigh firmly between your legs. You arch your back at the unexpected contact, grinding against her instinctively. She looks down on you; her breathing is ragged.

“Is it still funny now?”

You open your mouth to speak but all you can manage is a low moan when she presses her leg harder to your center. She has that wild look in her eyes again, and you begin to worry that you will ruin your clothes and hers with how absolutely turned on you are getting. She leans down to trace her tongue around the curve of your ear, hitting a spot you didn’t know you had, one that makes you buck against her and whine.

She is muttering a litany against your skin, anywhere she can press her lips. “You are exquisite, divine, so fucking sexy.”

You press the palms of your hands against her shoulders, hooking one of your legs around hers. You tilt your hips again and she rears up to face you, breathless.

“I know what I want.”

You open your eyes to look at her, and she is biting on her lip, hard. Your voice is thick with want.

“And that is?”

She hesitates, worrying her lip as she does any time she is nervous. You cover her hands with yours, squeezing them softly. She finally speaks.

“I want to watch you...touch yourself. Show me.”

“How do you want me?"

There is a moment where you think she may backpedal; change her mind and shy away as she has before. You wait with bated breath for her to make a decision.

She sits back to allow you to sit up. She is staring at you; she licks her lips and moves back against the arm of the couch.

“Sit between my legs. With your back to me.”

You stand slowly, your head is spinning. You unbutton your shirt and turn from her, suddenly shy as your remove your bra. You toss it on the arm of the couch. You leave the shirt on and when you turn to face her, you can see her eyes drop to the faint outline of your breasts beneath your top. You feel your nipples harden under her scrutiny. You lick your lips and she mirrors your action almost immediately.

“Do you want me to take my pants off?”

She nods, and you do so. You can feel her watching you. Your body feels as if it is on fire, her covetous stare is sending sparks across your skin. She holds her hand up when you make a move to remove your panties, and motions for you to come to her. You feel like you’re in a trance, and you go to her wordlessly, kissing her deeply before sitting down between her spread legs. Her hands come to rest on your naked outer thighs as her arms encircle you from behind. She places her chin on your shoulder and you can hear her attempting to keep her breathing under control.

She turns to brush her nose against your cheek. Her voice is slow and sweet, and your heart clenches in your chest at her quiet question. “Are you alright with this? Are you ready?”

You nod and turn your head just enough to kiss her quickly. As her tongue slips into your mouth, you slide your hand inside your shirt, running your fingernails lightly down the curve of your breast; you press the flat of your palm against your nipple, sighing against her mouth.

She pulls away from your lips, her eyes drop to your hand moving under your shirt. The thought of her watching you do this sends a bolt of pleasure to your core and you feel another rush come over you.

Her hands do not move from your thighs, but her fingers brush the edges of your shirt. “Let me see.”

You sit up quickly, shrugging your shirt off. You hear her suck in a breath at the sudden exposure of skin, and you lean back against her again. You reach up with your other hand to graze your knuckles across your other breast. You feel her press against your back, moving her body flush against your back. You can feel her breathing is labored; she is watching you shamelessly grope yourself.

You lean your head back against her, sliding your hand down, across your abdomen. The closer you get to your waistband the shorter her breathing becomes.

You smile to yourself, letting your hands roam over every inch of your skin. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly. She is pressing her lips to your shoulder, across your neck and up to your ear.

You move your hips, spreading your legs a bit more to give yourself easier access. Her ministrations to your neck cease and you know she is watching your hand dip under the fabric of your underwear.

As the tips of your fingers brush against your own incredible wetness, you moan low in your throat. There has never been a time in your life where you can remember being this turned on. You press the length of your first two fingers against yourself and hiss though your teeth at the sensation.

She practically purrs in your ear. “I bet you are soaked, aren’t you, darling?”

You whimper, dipping just the tip of a finger between your folds. You are unbelievably wet, and your hips roll of their own accord, seeking more pressure in vain .

She squeezes your thigh, pressing her teeth to your shoulder.

“I asked you a question. I expect an answer. Are you wet, my little tease?”

Your press the heel of your hand against your clit and groan, your hips begin moving in time with your fingers.

“Yes, V, I am. I’m so fucking wet.”

She bites your ear lobe as you swirl your fingers around your clit.

“Who makes you wet like this? Who can do this to you?”

This is absolute bliss; you are sure you are going to combust. Every part of you is on fire; she isn’t even touching you and you feel as if you’re ready to go over the edge.

“You baby, for you. No one but you, you’re the only--ah!”

She has placed her mouth firmly on your shoulder and is sucking hard enough to leave a mark. All the while her hips are moving against your back in time with yours. She is just as turned on as you are.

You turn your head so your lips are close to her ear. “Are you enjoying your present?”

Her hand comes up to cup your left breast; she moves her palm against your nipple gently. You cry out and grind the heel of your hand against yourself. She is trying to kill you, you are sure of it.

“Fuck, V, you know I’m getting close.”

She nuzzles your hair line. “I know. Now stop, I want you to move to the bed so I can see you.”

You stop the movement of your hand, she stands and offers you her hand. You take it, thankful for her assistance as your legs are unsteady. She leads you to her bed and settles you on one side. She leans down to kiss you passionately, and you return her kiss with equal fervor. She holds your chin gently.

“You are unbelievable. The most wonderful, beautiful creature. Are you still alright?”

You nod, swallowing hard at her words. She always seems to know exactly how to speak to you in a way that makes your chest ache. She moves to the other side of the bed, settling in next to you. You lock eyes with her and reach down, slipping your bottoms off and tossing them to the side. It is only slightly embarrassing to you that you have to peel them off.

For the first time seeing you totally naked, Venable is surprisingly composed. You can see her chest rising and falling quickly under her shift, and her face is fully flushed. Other than that and her lust drunk eyes, she shows no outward signs of being flustered. Her eyes rake down your body, taking in every inch. She reaches out to trail her fingers from your chest down to your hipbone, pressing her fingertips into the dip at your waist.

Goose bumps rise in the trail of her fingers, and she smirks at you.

“Are you cold, darling?”

You shake your head, writhing under her light touch.

She removes her hand from your body, moving closer to you.

“Are you going to finish?”

You nod, feeling a sudden flash of shyness overcome you. She seems to sense this, and she kisses you lovingly, deeply; she whispers against your lips. “I want to watch you cum, my love.”

You whimper at this, skimming your hand down your body. You clutch one, both of your breasts, touching your body the way you wish she would. You finally sink two fingers deep inside yourself, crying out at the sensation. You cover your mouth with your other hand, a gasp escapes your lips as Venable watches you hungrily. You don’t want to break her gaze.

Your move your fingers in and out; the sound of you pleasuring yourself is obscene. You can feel your wetness coating your thighs. She seems to be unable to decide if she wants to watch your hand or your face, as her attention shifts between the two often. She is panting, and you are short of breath yourself.

You moan out loud as you slide your fingers in swift circles around your clit. Your hips are bucking in tandem with your fingers. You catch her eyes.

“I’m...very close, V.”

She wets her lips,coming closer to you..

“Are you going to orgasm?”

You whimper, nodding, reaching up in vain to bring your lips together. She doesn’t allow you to kiss her. You make a frustrated sound.

She grasps your wrist, tugging your hand away from your center.

“Not yet. I am not done enjoying this view. You may continue, but do not cum until I tell you that you may. Do you understand?”

You clench your thighs together; you adore when she is dominant like this. It drives you mad in the best way.

“Yes, V.”

She releases her hold on you, and you lazily draw irregular patterns on your clit. This is delicious torture, and you are loving every second. You are moaning as quietly as you can, and she has not looked away from your eyes once. You hit a sensitive spot and gasp, pressing your lips together.

“I...don’t think I’m going to be able to be quiet.”

She smooths her hand across your hair. “Don’t worry about that, darling. I will take care of you.”

You smile at her, and even through the haze of your arousal you feel such intense love for her that it consumes you. The words spill from your mouth the closer you get to the edge. You close your eyes and arch your back; you cannot hold this off much longer.

“I love you, oh, I love you so....please.”

She hovers her lips, just at the edge of your mouth.

“Please what, love?”

You almost sob, grabbing a fistful of her hair, pulling her closer.

“Please, may I cum?”

She hmms against the curve of your cheek. Your hand is shaking, you can feel yourself throbbing. Desperate for release.

She presses her lips to the edge of your mouth, purring against them.

“Yes. Cum for me, my love. My beautiful girl.”

That is all it takes.

Your fingers finally find the spot you need, and your hips arch off the bed. You begin to call out her name, loudly, and her mouth covers yours to swallow your noises of pleasure. She continues kissing you as you see white hot behind your eyelids and your body shakes.

You think you feel her grind her hips once, twice against your leg. She gasps against your lips and she trembles softly against you, and you fleetingly thing she has had one herself. You try to remember to ask, but your mind is all jumbled up.

As you come down from your high, she is reaching behind your head to retrieve a blanket. Aftershocks course through your body, and you are suddenly very cold, laying nude so far from the fire. You are thankful for her presence of mind in planning for this. After she covers you both with the thick quilt, she wraps her arms around you.

You press your face into her neck, inhaling deeply as she caresses your back. She presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Are you alright? How are you feeling?”

You kiss her neck, murmuring against her shoulder. “Wonderful...and tired.”

You feel the rumble of her laugh more than you hear it.

“Then go to sleep, my love.”

You entwine your legs with hers.

“You don’t want me to leave?”

She is pressing kisses across your forehead, her hands have gone to your hair to thread her fingers through it. You feel more satisfied and happy than you can remember being.

“I want you to stay.”

You grin and move back so that you can kiss her. She cradles you close to her and you think your heart could not possible be more full. You have almost dozed off when you hear her murmur against your temple.

“Thank you for the present; it was by far the best gift I have ever received.”

You place a sleepy kiss to the skin of her chest, snuggling into her again.

You always did know how to throw a party.

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