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Better People- (Samily Until Dawn)

romantic tension, fluff, light angst, possible gay thoughts, over 1.2k words

The mines were wet and cold, too cold for Emily's liking. Right now she needed something warm, something comforting not these damned mines. Nor the puddles ruining her designer boots.

The mines would breathe with her the frigid air heaving as she inhaled. In and out in and out. She didn't want this, to be curled up in fear after all she went through.

She wanted to apologize. She really did. She didn't mean to slap Ashley, at least not that hard. All she could do was mouth a quiet ‘sorry’. Then she felt it, hands on her shoulders.

Samantha Giddings. Her hands were sudden, but never unwelcome. Emily couldn't bring herself to look into Sam's silver eyes. They were glaring at her pointing.

“Em? Are you okay?” Sam's voice cut through her thoughts.

“What?”

“Are you okay?”

Emily can't even respond. What even is the logical reaction for something like this? Getting a fucking gun pointed at you like you were a criminal.

Sam's hands examined the bite mark on Emily's shoulder. It didn't look that bad now that everyone had their head screwed on right.

As Emily, Sam, Chris, and Ashley conversed around this barred up safe room of the mines the wind of the caves got colder. Emily felt a hand pressing to her cheek. Sam.

“Em? Okay, your temperature is normal.” She sighed quietly, “Chris, hand me the first aid kit.” Sam ordered the boy around, and before Emily knew it she was being patched up by Samantha.

“It doesn't look half bad I'd say.” Sam says, trying to lighten the mood as she always did.

Em couldn't stop, she couldn't stop the tears as she cried and apologized, Emily rarely cried. She only cried under two circumstances, she was alone, or she was hurt and alone, and right now she was just hurt.

“I'm, I'm sorry. Ashley I didn't mean t-to…”

She felt Sam wipe away her tears with her dri-fit hoodie. Emily couldn't only look at Sam through her tear glazed eyes, and Sam would keep wiping them. As Emily sniffles she tries to wipe her distraught away.

“Hey, hey don't wipe those, I don't want your jacket getting more ruined then it already is…” Sam said.

Everything was blue, maybe it was the tears, the possible frostbite, the shock finally setting in but everything to Emily was distorted, but no one could blame her, she had a gun shoved in her face by a man who not even a few hours ago was begging for Emily to get back together with him. Michael Munroe was an asshole, a stupid asshole who thought with his dick.

As Sam mentioned to go look for Mike, Emily followed her friend close behind begrudgingly. She didn't want him to die, but maybe they could have waited a bit longer. The group struggled behind Sam who was practically meant for climbing mountains and cave diving or whatever it was called. Emily had no idea how Sam was not wheezing for her life as she helped the injured Chris down ledges and up rocky walls with ease who was obviously heavier than her.

As Emily slipped, Sam had caught her. “Jeez, Em we gotta get you more shoes with actual traction on them.” Sam joked around a bit, causing Em to laugh. She hated Sam's stupidly cute quips, with how long she's known you she should've gotten used to it.

Sam's toned arms wrapped around Emily until she regained her balance. Jeez Louise, was Sam always this pretty? Samantha the girl who draws in the margins of her notes for fun? Little miss moral high ground? No, definitely not. It's the gratitude, the reaction of someone still attempting to be so level headed in a space of a massive fatal situation that's what's attractive, not Sam. No way. Not the way she barely breaks a sweat spelunking down these damned mines, maybe that's a little sexy, but anyone would find that sexy.

But Em has more things to worry about like if she was going to make it out alive, rather than the girl who's saved your life multiple times tonight is starting to look a little too attractive. It's definitely the cave fumes getting to her. All the old miner's dust and grime making her all woozy.

Em felt the water of the cave seep into her boots. Dammit those were expensive, and real cute too. Now the idea of trench foot was on the table? These boots were a lot, she saved up for them just for this little retreat, maybe to make herself look like she was doing great. Even though she wasn't, inside she was all jumbled up, scared, guilty, angry, and who knows what else.

“Sam?” Emily whispered as she walked along behind Sam while Ashley and Chris walked behind them.

“Yeah?”

“Are you not freezing?”

“Trust me, I am… these leggings are killing me.”

They duo stayed quiet, as if to be cautious of the creatures from the mines, listening for its long and quick strides, as it could teleport from place to place.

“Borrow my jacket.”

“Emily, no.”

“Sam-”

“I am fine. Okay?”

“Are you sure?”

Sam stopped walking for a second as if she was frozen, stuck looking for an answer. She knew she wasn't okay. She came back to this mountain for one reason and one reason only, to get some fucking closure. Not this. Sam should be asleep in a bed, or relaxing in the Washington family lodge in front of the fireplace. In a perfect world, Sam would be sketching in her diary, while her friends played a drinking game.

“I don't know.”

“Listen, I'm sor-”

“I know, and so am I. We're shitty people. Makes me think this is just karma.”

“Sam,” Emily placed her hand on Samantha's shoulder, the usually neat blonde hair of Sam, getting a bit frizzy and messy. “If I could change the past. I would've.”

“So would most of us.”

“I know.” Sam shuddered due to the cold frigid air of the cave. “If we get back to the lodge safely, I'm gonna need a good sleep.” That comment caused Emily to genuinely laugh, the first one in a while.

“You know, you're funny sometimes Sam.”

“Sometimes? Ouch my ego.”

“You know what I mean. You ease the tension. You try your best to keep everything and everyone together. Makes me realize I shoulda been a better friend to you.” Em confesses quietly, as if she's been sitting on that for a hot minute, as if she held it on after this night she'd die with that in her.

“I should've been a better person to you too.”, Samantha says, holding Emily's hand in her own,“Maybe we can start to be better people?” Her voice breaking as if that's all she needed right now.

“I'd love to be a better person with you, and I guess the rest of our friends too.” Emily said, but mainly Sam. She had to make it up to her somehow. Emily was responsible for causing so much pain for Sam, Josh, the Washington family, everyone, and now it's time to get better.

“Don't say it like that, you wanna be a better person for all of us.” Sam said optimistically.

“Mhm yeah, sure.” Emily groaned lovingly as Sam hugged her.

“I can't wait to see the better person you become, Em…”, and that sentence was enough, it will always be enough.

Emily smiled, a real fucking smile. With tears running down her face, the liquid left trails as if it was burning her to cry.

“I'll be better. I swear.” Emily said as they continued walking. Even if they didn't make it out Sam could tell that Emily was going to be the best version of herself she could be.

Have a great day guys! xoxo - Wool

Weed, slumber parties, and all you can eat pussy

(Samantha Giddings× Hannah Washington× Emily Davis)

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TAGS: LESBIAN SEX, ORAL SEX, CUNNILINGUS, SMUT, THREESOME, HANNAH WASHINGTON × SAMANTHA GIDDINGS × EMILY DAVIS

THIS IS BASED ON THE UNTIL DAWN BETA GAME THAT WAS ON THE PS3! The gameplay is on YouTube!

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Summary:

All Emily ever wanted was to have a sleepover, a really one. Like the ones in movies with the goofy montages, but to her luck, two horns friends, and a a few hits of a joint, this night will get even better

a.k.a.

Sam and Hannah are horny for Emily

THIS FIC IS BASED OFF THE UNTIL DAWN BETA GAME FOR THE PS3!! THEIRE PERSONALITIES AND APPEARANCES ARE BASED OFF OF THAT GAME. (The gameplay is free on youtube.

"Blankets, check! Snacks, check! Nail polish, checkity- check check!"

One thing Emily Davis will never admit to others is that she never, ever went to a slumber party. No wonders of painting eachother's nails, pillow fights, sneakily staying up past midnight, or giggling about crushes. You cam thank strict parents for taking that away from her. So Emily was going to set up her own slumber party while her dad and mom were out for the week with the only friends her parents trusted, Samantha Giddings and Hannah Washington. Plus they are the only ones that are free so it's a win- win.

Emily remembered how she obsessively prepped for tonight, she even did all the laundry in the house, even cleaned away the cobwebs in unreachable corners due to Hannah's immense fear is sipiders. She even made sure to get two pies due to the appetite she worked up by cleaning. She checked her phone again and again for a text from Sam or even Hannah for word on their arrival. Emily could barely sit still, poking her head to the window to see Sam's car.

As the breaks screech, Em books it to the from door.

"Hey! Sam, Hannah!" Emily's voice rings, all to happy.

Sam looks up with her trademark smirk on her face, her blonde hair framing her face as she were a prize painting waiting to be noticed.

"Hey, Ems..."

"Sam! Is Hannah here?"

As the words left her mouth Hannah had peeked her head out from behind Sam.

"Hey, thanks for inviting us." Hannah said while playing with the hems of her arm warmers.

As Emily welcomed her friends into the house, they slipped off their shoes at the entrance. The front shoe rack quickly filled with their footwear. On one side, Hannah's brand-new black Converse shoes sat proudly, still gleaming and untouched by dirt. Next to them, on the other side, were Samantha's old, well-worn red New Balance trainers, showing obvious signs of frequent use. The contrast between the fresh pair and the seasoned trainers illustrated the different personalities of the two girls.

"Sam, you need new shoes." Hannah sneered.

Emily gasped at the comment, shoes? Shopping? That's like her second favorite thing in the world right after her knowledge of obscure history facts.

"We should get you new shoes Sam! It's be so fun! We can get the in the morning? I'll drive!" Emily spoke excitedly as she walked along, her mind filled with thoughts of shopping. She imagined all the outfits she could try on and the great deals she might find. Her friend listened, but she knew that they would both be tired the next morning. They had stayed up late the night before, and her friend's eyes were already heavy with sleep. Despite this, Emily kept going, completely absorbed in her shopping plans. She couldn't help it; the idea of new clothes sparked her joy. Her enthusiasm overshadowed any concern about how late they would be out. For Emily, the excitement of shopping far outweighed her friends' blatant fatigue in the morning.

Hannah giggles and plopped onto the soft couch of the Davis' family roo,, her feet kicked up on the ottoman. Hannah's mismatched My Little Pony socks in the air.

Samantha shortly followed, sitting on the right side of Hannah, man-spreading and leaning back on the couch.

"Em, what's for dinner?" Hannah asked.

Sam responded, not resisting the urge to make a sex joke, "Me duh, but I'd consider myself more of a dessert course than anything else."

"Sam, wouldn't the be cannibalism?" Emily giggled.

"What? N-no...Emily..." Hannah sighed and scratched at her grown out buzz cut.

"What?" Emily asked absently while toying with the drawstring of her pajama pants, the lace of her underwear poking out as if to day "hi" which didn't go unnoticed by Samantha.

"We should order pizza!" Hannah suggests

"And wings!" Samantha exclaimed

"Eugh no, I hate Vino's wings they're ass." Hannah barked back.

"How about just pizza, one pie is okay, right?" Emily suggested already typing in the number to Vino's Pizza.

As the pizza is getting ordered Sam raised en eyebrow at Hannah, poking her side. Hannah rolls here eyes and hands Sam a plastic bag and with that Samantha pumps her fis the the air with a sense of celebration.

As Emily hangs up she sees Sam rolling a joint.

"Really? Guys. Do that outside. My parents will freak."

"But Emmm..." Hannah whines out as she hands Samantha her lighter

"Yeah Emily? Come on, just one joint? It's not even a blunt. It's barely a joint." Sam scoffs. "Wait, what blend is this?"

"GSC I think, yeah GSC." Hannah replies as she lights the joint and puts into her mouth, snatching it from. Sam

"No way! Em with this you're gonna have to get two pies." Sam giggles and walks outside with Hannah

"Guys, I just hung up. Guys!" Emily follows after them.

Samantha and Hannah pass the joint between themselves, Samantha's liploss staining the joint with a soft red hue. Emily begrudgingly takes the joint and slowly takes a puff, coughing afterwards.

"Whatever, it's not like you guys were gonna follow my iternerary I texted you both."

"Em, babe holing it in doesn't do anything."

"It...cough cough...doesn't?" Emily gasps, passing the joint to Sam. "That's fucking stupid...."

Samantha giggles and hugs Emily's waist, pulling her in as the moonlight hits their faces.

"Take a deep breath, Em." Hannah advises, watching as Emily listens to her.

"When's the pizza getting here?" Samantha asks, licking her lips at the recent image oft Emily just obeying Hannah like that.

"In five he said."

"I'll pay," Hannah offers, "I have the money to blow."

"What? Han, no it's okay. It's my party." Emily says, as I'd breakingvout of her marijuana induced daze.

"Em, hon?" Hannah shuts Emily down. "You already planned all this, it's the least I can do."

Emily sighs as she us lead into the house by her friends. "I have doughnut holes upstairs..."

"You're the best, Em. I'll go get them, relax on the couch." Sam says to Emily, leading her to the couch. Hours passed by like seconds as pizza slices were eaten, doughnut holes scarffed down, movies watched even rewatched, and secrets shared.

"Okay okay promise you won't laugh." Hannah says trying to stop laughing. "Okay I've never been in a long term relationship, like ever."

"What? You're so pretty?! Hannah..." Emily protests while snacking on potato chips.

"It's mainly been hook-ups." Hannah reveals to the two other girls.

"Shame, Han. Anyone would be lucky to have you." Samantha says in a reassuring tone of voice. Emily nods along repeatedly trying to make Hannah feel better.

Emily holds onto Hannah, trapping the poor girl into a hug like a vice grip. "You're so cute though!"

Hannah pats Emily's cheeks and Emily gets an idea to try and lighten the room. "You know what? I wanna talk shit about Michael."

Sam rolls here eyes. "That guy? He thinks with his penis."

"Ew, Mike..." Hannah sneers.

"One, her barely had a penis to think with. It did nothing for me."

"Don't tell me you faked it with him." Hannah and Samatha gag at the idea faking an orgasm.

"All the time, he sounded like a drowning warthog."

Hannah let's out a sharp, loud laugh. A drowning warthog? HAHA!

"He called his penis 'Mr President', it was soo weird."

"And were in Mr President!" Samantha says mocking the boy.

"Eww! Stop it, it sounds just like him." Emily laughs.

Sam raises an eyebrow and smirks. "So he's never made you cum, at all?"

"No, I'm pretty sure it'll take to much work to get me to cum." Emily says absently.

"Emily, you sweet summer child." Hannah says, letting Emily rest her head in her lap. "Makes sense you'd have to fake it for Mike's ego."

Emily smiles and cleansing up the family room, with the protests of Hannah and Sam asking to leave some cleaning for the rest of them, Emily doesn't care about the help she's being offered. She's going to be a good host.

"Emm, I have an idea!" Sam calls from the couch.

Em makes her way back to her spot between Hannah and Samatha, their bodies squishing Emily in.

"What's up?"

Sam and Hannah smile, Hannah laying her head onto Emily's shoulder. Hannah plays with Emily's dark hair twirling it's around her fingers, as Sam explains her grand idea.

"So you've never had an orgasm.." Sam dodes on.

"Why are we going back to this topic it's embarrassing-"

"No it isn't, Mike just sucks." Hannah objects, then pipes down as Sam continues to talk.

"He does suck, but how about Hannah and I help you in that department? You know for being such a great host? Inviting us over, so nice of you."

"Ha ha ha. You're funny." Emily's giggles are met with silence. "Oh, oh..."

She giggles and nervously fixes her hair, "Oh, no I'm flattered. I don't wanna damage our friendship."

"A little sex nevr hurt anyone, right Hannah?" Sam eggs on.

"Yeah, I mean look at me and Sam still two peas in a pod!"

Emily nods after no convincing, bashfully smiling at being led into her bedroom. The walls littered in photos and posters, her academic decathlon jacket on display. On the back of her door as Hannah closes it before peeling her own shirt off and sitting on the bed, here eyes still reddened my the traces of weed.

"Lay down Ems," Hanna instructs, "Such a pretty sight." A sigh leaves her lips and Emily obeys. "You look comfortable, doesn't she Sam?"

"Real...real fuckin' comfy..." Samantha says with a whine. Sam makes her way up from the end of the bed. "May I take off your pants Em, and those pretty panties I saw earlier?" Sam asks with big desperate eyes, and Emily just can't resist.

"Okay, go f-for it.." Emily nods as she feel the cold air hit her core. "Oh..."

"She already wet down there?" Hannah asks as her hands rub Emily's chest with a soft, loving tone. "I bet you're just dripping Em..."

"She is..." Sam says almost in a cocky tone. "Like a damn sponge, gonna squeeze all that juice out, Em. Millking this for what it's worth, baby...."

Em sighs in a soft bliss as Sam's nimble tounge licks along her folds. Diving in as if she's an exquisite meal.

"Oh, fuck!" Emily whimpers softly, "Ahhh..hahhaha! Sam....Hannah..."

"Aww so vocal-" Hannah coos.

"Bet Michael never got you this vocal." Sam interrupts, "Got me talking with my mouth open princess. Forgetting my table manners..."

I hot trail of arousal and saliva is imprinted all along the room's scent, staining almost anything that will cling to it, skin, hair, blanket, carpet, and even the pillows.

Emily moaned lovingly and guided Sam's head upwards to have the blonde suck on her clit.

"Oh, bossy huh? I like that." Sam obliges, licking and sucking on the girl's clit. "So good.

Whine Sam dives and dines, Hannah pinches Emily's right nipple, while having Emily kiss and lick two of the fingers on her left hand simultaneously.

"Enjoying yourself, Giddings?" Hannah giggles looking that the two women infront of her, like it was a prize peice of art.

"Agh, Samm....Hannah! I'm gonna... I'm gonna...FUCK!" Emily said before immediately erupting like a geyser onto Samantha's face, getting even more turned on at how Sam just accepts it.

"Alright, Jesus...." Emily breathes as Sam cleans uo her mess with a few more licks and kisses before pulling Hannah into a sloppy wet kiss then giving Emily the Sam treatment.

"You taste great.." Sam and Hannah practically say in tandem. "So good."

"Mnhhh, I feel bad. Fell like I owe you both..." Emily says softly.

The two girls protest immediately, "No it was all about making you feel good."

Sam jokes, "I am always up for shower sex...."

Emily sits up to meet their gaze then kisses them both. "Maybe when I have the energy. You both knocked the wind outta me..."

The girls soon fell asleep in the soft plush sheets of the bed. Holding eachother close, sleeping the night away tangled in eachother and the warm not-so-friendly embrace.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

I hope you enjoyed this one shot. I'm used to writing for two characters but three? It was a wee bit of a challenge. This was one of my 5 USD commissions. Check my pinned post to see more!

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas (csi miami)

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Tags: LESBIAN SEX, CAR SEX, VAGINAL FINGERING, EDGING, ORGASM CONTROL, PINING, LIGHT SUB/DOM DYNAMICS

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for my one and only homegirl, @potionsformaya qe love a loyal customer here <333

Calleigh was lost, lost physically and mentally, but mainly lost in Nevada. Lost in the neon lights of Las Vegas, left by her old college friend after she went off with some guy, so here she was, walking her way back to her hotel in the rain of all things.

Calleigh despised the rain almost as much as she loathed the heels she was wearing. The steady downpour made everything feel gloomy and heavy. Each drop of water soaked her clothes, clinging to her skin. The smell of wet pavement mixed with the damp air irritated her senses. She wished for clear skies and warm sunshine instead.

The heels she had chosen to wear today pinched her feet painfully. Every step was a reminder of her poor decision that morning. They looked stylish and sophisticated but were far from comfortable. Her toes felt cramped inside the narrow shoe, and the arched sole strained her feet. With each step, a wave of anger surged through her. It frustrated her how beauty often came with such high costs. She had made sacrifices in the name of fashion, and now she regretted it deeply.

Calleigh walked faster, hoping to reach her destination before the rain soaked her through. Each time her foot hit the ground, she felt the sharp pressure of the heels pushing against her sensitive skin. It was all too much. The combination of the relentless rain and the torture of the shoes left her feeling irritable and unhappy. As she navigated the slick sidewalks, she just wanted to escape the discomfort and find a moment of relief.

Calleigh looked up to see a familiar car, a dark blue SUV. The window rolled down and she was a familiar face, Catherine. Catherine was her co-worker back up in Miami.

"Call, is that you? What are you in Nevada for?"

"Catherine, I'm here, one of my old college friends. It's her bachelorette party, and the rest of them went off to get food."

Catherine reached over and opened her passenger door. "Hop in, it's not safe out her, especially on the strip this late."

"Ugh, you're a lifesaver, hon."

When Calleigh called her "hon," a jolt of surprise shot straight up Catherine's spine. It was more than just a word; it was a spark that fired off sensations along her nerves. She understood that in Calleigh's southern culture, using "hon" was meant as a term of friendship, a warm gesture from her younger colleague. Still, the intensity of that simple word took Catherine by surprise. The way Calleigh said it, with a hint of warmth and familiarity, wrapped around her like a cozy blanket. It just felt intimate in a way that made her heart race. The very sound of "hon" sent her thoughts spinning. Just hearing it made her knees feel weak, as if the ground beneath her had suddenly shifted. It was friendly, yes, but there was something more in that brief exchange that stirred something deep inside her. She needed to hear that word again from Calleigh's lips.

"What, what hotel were you at?" Catherine asked trying to regain her previously flustered nerves as she noticed Calliegh buckling into the passenger seat.

"Treasure Island, yeah that's what it was called." Calleigh nodded happily.

"I could take you there, it's no big deal, it'd be a 40 mile walk from here."

"Again, you're a lifesaver!" Calleigh hugged Catherine, with booze still on her breath.

Calleigh was happy, happy at the warmth of the car, the fact she atleast was safe for the night, especially it was with someone she knew and looked up to. Calleigh was content with being wit Catherine, even for this short time.

"So what are you in Vegas for?"

"Visting family, it's my niece's high school graduation." Catherine responded.

"Good for her," Calleigh yawned, "I'm so sorry I'm just so tired.."

Catherine giggled at the younger woman's apology, "No need you were having fun. Makes me jealous, it's not that appropriate for me to be running amuck causing chaos."

"Pretty sure your shenanigans back at work were enough chaos for the office, Cat."

"Hey, it's not like you didn't enjoy the days I'd shake things up. Plus had to keep my favorite newbie of her toes."

"Favorite Hm?"

"Yeah, you and your giddy little face."

Calleigh laughs and snorts, "I'm glad I ran into you. You made work bareable." The younger blonde taps and plays with the radio dials and the car drives down to the hotel. Calleigh smiles at Catherine as she drives, the small quirks, the sight of Cat restraining herself just to not flip off the person who just cut her off. She was trying desperately to keep her cool, and Calleigh found it adorable.

"I have a jacket in the back of you need it." Catherine says, flustered under Calleigh's soft gaze, trying to the sneak a peek at her legs as she reaches for the jacket.

"Ooh, leather? This is nice."

"Keep that one, I have a lot anyway."

Calliegh's eyes sparkled with joy as she slipped her arms into the jacket. The leather felt soft against her skin and radiated a comforting warmth. It carried a familiar scent, a mix of lavender and sandalwood perfume that instantly brought back so many memories. This fragrance reminded her of the day they first met, a moment forever etched in her mind. Every detail of that day flooded back, from the laughter they shared to the spark of connection that ignited between them.

As she adjusted the collar, a smile spread across her face. This jacket was much more than just a piece of clothing. It was a symbol of trust, a sign that Catherine believed in her. Knowing this made Calliegh appreciate it even more. She loved how the jacket felt like a piece of Catherine's essence wrapped around her. It made her feel bold and cherished, ready to embrace whatever lay ahead. For Calliegh, wearing the jacket was a reminder of their bond. It filled her with warmth, both from the leather and from the friendship they shared.

"You look comfy there."

"It's a lot better than the rain that's for sure," Calleigh said while stretching, "all that dancin' tuckered me out! Whew...", her blonde hair, wet from the rain and tousled by the wind, lipstick smudged almost like a painting.

"Catherine?"

"Yes Cal?"

"I'm so hungry right now."

Catherine smiled, feeling a sense of urgency to help Calleigh, immediately. "We can get fast food? Burgers?"

"Yes, you pick."

Catherine reached over for her wallet from the jacket pocket that Calleigh was wearing, her fingers accidentally brushing the younger woman's thighs and she retracted her hand.

"Do you want me to-"

"No, no kepp the jacket on, it looks nice on you."

After they placed their order, Calleigh moved closer to Catherine, her presence warm and inviting. With a gentle touch, she reached out to wipe away the remnants of food that clung to Catherine's face. The delicate brush of Calleigh's fingers against Catherine's lips sent a surprising rush of pleasure through her, igniting something deep inside. What seemed like a small act carried a heavy weight of tenderness and care that made Catherine's heart race wildly. The warmth of Calleigh's touch felt intimate and special, creating a moment that felt almost magical. In that instant, a spark of joy lit up within Catherine, nearly overwhelming her as it danced on the edge of bliss. The noise and chaos of the restaurant around them faded into the background, leaving only the two of them and the sweet bond they shared. It was a moment suspended in time, where nothing else mattered but the connection between them, a simple yet profound expression of affection.

"Calleigh? You don't know what you do to me.." Catherine admitted as she parked in an empty parking lot in front of closed empty stores.

"Hm?"

"Cal, I've wanted you for as long as I can remember."

"Catherine.... I'm honored."

"Please, may I- mnph..."

Calleigh shuts her friend up with a loving kiss, grasping at her shoulders. Tugging at eachotger never ever wanting to tho k about letting go. "You're a good kisser, Catherine."

"Good even while being caught of guard?" The older woman says he she pulls Calleigh into her lap, as she settled in Calliegh's face is cupped lovingly.

"Oh?" Calleigh smirked and began to nip and kiss at Catherine's neck.

"Mnhf, Calliegh..."

"Be quiet for me..."

"Ah..."

Catherine let out a soft moan, a sound filled with lust and uncertainty. She grasped Calliegh's hand tightly, fingers entwined as if seeking comfort. Calliegh felt the warmth of Catherine's palm against hers. There was a silent understanding between them, a bond strengthened in this moment of vulnerability. Catherine's grip was firm, yet it trembled slightly, reflecting her anxiety. Calliegh glanced at her friend, concern etched on her face. The two women shared a connection that was deeper than words. In that simple act of holding hands, they communicated a world of emotions, support, and strength. Catherine leaned closer, resting her forehead against Calliegh's shoulder, feeling safe in her presence.

"I got you, want me to touch you, Cat?"

"I want your hands on me, Cal I want to feel that magic touch all over my body, until the only thing I can think about is you. Until the only thing I can feel is the pleasure you're giving me, baby..."

Catherine pushes the driver's seat down, pulling Calleigh down onto her. "Take off these pants, 'kay?"

As the women got even needier for each other, the car began to rock and sway to the side.

"Shirt, off."

"Say please Ms. Duquesne. You should have better manners."

Calliegh smiled as Catherine reprimanded, she relished in the attention. "I must've forgotten myself. Maybe you should remind me of how to treat you, Director Willows?"

Catherine let out a sly grin and quickly switched positions. "I'm gonna finger this pretty pussy so hard..."

Calleigh bucked her hips and kissed her friend before she cried out into Catherine's neck as her clit was greeted by a greedy thumb, pinching and rubbing at the bundle of nerves. Catherine had her hand between Calleigh's soft thighs, plundering them into the delicate folds pistoning in and out. The car's windows fogging up.

"Cat! Wh- what if someone sees us?"

"Then let them, Duquesne. Let then see you cum all on my fingers baby."

Calleigh threw her head back as she moaned and clenched onto Catherine's hair. She was in utter awe, desperately needing release.

"Please?"

"Not yet."o

With the idea of being denied this pleasure Calleigh whined, beging with her noises. "Ah, nmh...", the sounds filed the car, like an overflowing glass.

"Catherine...."

"Fuck, you're so tight around my fingers, I like that stretching you out like this? Prying you open enough to take me, fuck yeah. Like a damned vice, gonna rip my fingers off Cal.."

Calleigh let out a lust-drunken giggle. "Oh god, am I allowed to cum now?"

Catherine landed a harsh slap onto the fabric of Calleigh's underwear. "Not. Yet."

"Cath! That's so mean..."

"Cum, cum for me baby doll."

And with the verbal permission granted Calleigh buckling into the hand that pleased her, releasing a sharp gasp and she came and squirted all on her friend's hand.

"You're my girl now Duquesne. You like that?

"Mhm!" So so so fucking much.", and with that Catherine was glad.

BTW ur girl needs money college is rough

XOXO