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I want to see those hips move under the lace I put them in x

Brienne blushed, slamming her phone down on the bed. Nobody had ever wanted to see her like that before, not fully dressed and especially not in expensive, lacy lingerie. 

It was nice lingerie, Brienne had to admit. The cups of the teddy pushed her small breasts together and up, giving her the illusion of cleavage. The sheer baby blue fabric covered her stomach nicely, and the matching lace thong fit around her hips like a glove. She shuddered to think of how much Larissa had spent on it. 

Her pillow squeezed between her knees, Brienne angled her phone to capture her body, keeping her face mostly out of frame. She steadied it against a book, checked the lighting was acceptable, and hit record. 

She started slowly, hesitating through the awkwardness of knowing she was being recorded, knowing Larissa would see this. Brienne rocked her hips against the pillow, squeezing it tight between her thighs. She tried to move her body in a way that would look the best on camera, but Larissa was specific in her instructions—under no circumstances was Brienne to stop until she finished. 

Eventually as the friction against her pussy started feeling good—really good—Brienne found herself forgetting about the camera at all. She pictured Larissa at her desk, phone in hand, fingers down the front of her skirt as Brienne’s stifled moans came from the speakers. She pictured Larissa’s strong hands guiding her hips back and forth, forcing her down harder onto the pillow, then onto her own thigh. Imagining the pillow as Larissa, Brienne picked up speed, now desperately chasing release. Her hips bucked wildly, then stilted as she came, rubbing herself against the aftershocks. 

Her bed in disarray, her chest flushed, she reached up to end the video recording and hit send. 

The message was marked as read immediately, almost at the same instant a notification of deposit came through Brienne’s banking app. She stared, shocked at the number of zeroes now in her account. Next semester’s tuition was nearly already paid for, not to mention her rent and groceries Larissa covered last month. 

Good girl x 

Larissa swirled the wine in her glass, opening Brienne’s video message. As instructed, she wore the lingerie set Larissa had sent her. She marveled at the baby blue fabric hugging Brienne’s curves, the light color making her look downright virginal. Larissa could feel her discomfort through the camera though, obviously uncomfortable in the frilly underwear. 

Larissa watched as Brienne began to obediently rut against her pillow, her pelvis rocking deliciously as she dragged her cunt along the seam. The sound of soft moans and rustling fabric filled Larissa’s bedroom, emanating from her phone speakers. Larissa could tell Brienne was getting lost in it, no longer caring to keep her sweaty flushed face out of frame or keep her breasts perfectly on display.

Finally, her hips became more frantic, her moans harder to stifle, before Larissa watched her orgasm take over her. Larissa dragged her thumb across the scroll bar, listening to Brienne’s final orgasmic cry as many times as it took for her to reach her own climax in tandem. 

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“I don’t mean to be rude, but is this the nicest outfit you own, dear?” Larissa sipped her wine glass, eyeing Brienne from across the table. 

Brienne looked down at the slacks she bought for her high school graduation and wrinkled white button up. She flushed, then nodded. The restaurant was the nicest one Larissa had taken her to so far. 

“Well, I guess we’ll have to go shopping before next week,” Larissa said with a smile. 

“Next week?”

Larissa nodded, sticking her fork delicately into the pasta dish in front of her. “I have a gala of sorts coming up. Some dinner, professional mingling, you know.” Larissa ate a bit of her pasta, the slightest bit of red sauce blending into her lipstick. 

“Yeah, of course,” Brienne said, though she had never been to a professional event—or gala—in her life. 

“I’d like to take you as my plus one, if I was unclear.” Was there a faint pink to her cheeks, or was it a trick of the low lighting? Larissa dabbed at her lips with her napkin, her blue eyes looking at Brienne expectantly. 

It hadn’t occurred to Brienne she may have a choice, not that she would refuse anyway. “Of course I’ll go with you,” Brienne took a sip of her own wine. “Do they…know? About us I mean?” 

Larissa chuckled. “Do they need to? It’s the twenty-first century, I can bring a woman as my date, I believe.”

“I meant that I’m much…younger than you.” Brienne felt an immediate pang of guilt. 

Larissa straightened her back, wrapping her manicured fingers around the stem of her wine glass. “I suppose I didn’t see a need for them to,” Larissa cleared her throat. “Do you? Have an issue with that, I mean?” 

“No! No, god no,” Brienne reached across the table, pausing before her hand reached Larissa’s. “I don’t mind at all.” 

“Good.” Larissa smiled and waved at their waitress for the check, severing the proximity their hands nearly had. 

The night of the gala, Brienne pulled the protective plastic from the suit hanging in her closet, untouched since she received it from the tailor. It was a stunning deep blue, with intricate stitching and hemmed to fit her tall slender frame perfectly. Larissa had been insistent on getting it custom fit, grazing her fingertips ever so lightly across Brienne’s shoulders in front of the mirror, explaining to the tailor exactly what to take in. Brienne shivered at the memory of Larissa’s fingers grazing her through the fabric. It was the most physical intimacy Larissa had shown her so far. Larissa did not let Brienne see the bill at the end.

On my way! x

Brienne adjusted her bow tie in the mirror, following a YouTube tutorial from her cracked phone screen. She flattened a stray piece of hair against her temple with her palm and tried to keep her hands from shaking. 

“Did you find it okay?” Brienne asked, lowering herself into the passenger seat of Larissa’s car. “This complex is sometimes confusing for people.” 

Larissa smiled, admiring Brienne in her new suit, hair in a messy attempt at slicked back, still nervous as ever. “I had no problems,” Larissa smiled, “Though I wish it were a closer drive.”

Brienne blushed, turning her face toward the passenger window as Larissa pulled the car away. 

Larissa held onto Brienne’s elbow, Brienne’s skin burning under the suit at her touch. Larissa wore an emerald green gown, her matching heels giving her just a bit more height than Brienne, but she didn’t mind. 

“Drinks, ladies?” A waiter in a waistcoat with a white cloth draped over his arm appeared next to them. 

“I’ll have the Sauvignon, please,” Larissa answered. Both of them looked at Brienne expectantly. 

Brienne froze, running through the drinks she defaulted to at the few college parties she had attended. Certainly this place wouldn’t have Tito’s and Gatorade, though. 

“She’ll have an old fashioned,” Larissa finally broke the silence. Brienne mouthed a thank you.

Brienne trailed along behind Larissa, introduced to a blur of names, titles, professions, and introducing herself as Larissa’s ‘friend.’

“I wouldn’t have thought Principal Weems had time for friends,” one attendee laughed. 

“Principal?” Brienne blurted. “Of a school?”

Larissa’s cheeks flushed pink. “I told you that, didn’t I?” She looked to her colleague and back to Brienne.

“Yeah, I guess you must have,” Brienne finally nodded. Larissa squeezed her shoulder hard and led her away to their dinner table. 

“Are you sisters?” The man sitting across from them at the table had surpassed a bit buzzed and was bordering on wasted. His tie was loosened at the neck and the woman next to him looked like she was willing herself to disappear. 

Larissa scowled. “No. We are not.”

The man nodded. “See, it’s just that you two look so much alike, it’s crazy!” He laughed, waving his hands to gesture between them.

Brienne finished the rest of her old fashioned and signaled to the waiter for another, desperate to escape the situation. 

“Fine, I’m sorry ladies, you have to admit it’s a crazy resemblance though,” he nodded once at Brienne and stumbled toward the restrooms. 

Larissa closed her eyes, teeth clenched. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered toward Brienne. 

Brienne squeezed Larissa’s hand without thinking. “It’s okay, Larissa. That happens to, like, every lesbian couple ever.” 

Larissa stiffened, but her hand stayed in place, warm under Brienne’s. 

“Or, not couple, but every pair…of women,” Brienne fumbled. She pulled her hand away and her warmth with it and took a big sip of her drink, draining half of it in one swallow. 

“Right.” Larissa pulled away and finished her own glass of wine.

“I’ll walk you up,” Larissa’s blurry figure leaned over Brienne, fingers searching for the seat belt release. Brienne looked at her, glassy eyed and drunk. She was beautifully illuminated by the street lights, with pink cheeks and red lips. 

“You’re so pretty,” Brienne slurred. The apples of Larissa’s cheeks turned red; she hoped it was dark enough and that Brienne was drunk enough she wouldn’t see it. 

Brienne stumbled next to Larissa, leading her up to the apartment door. “Come inside?”

Larissa blinked. “I don’t think I should do that, Brienne.” 

“Why not?” Brienne’s keys fell from her hands with a clatter, her fingers unable to pick out the right one from the ring. 

Larissa bent to get the keys, unlocking and opening the door herself. “Just go inside and lie down. You’re very drunk.” 

Brienne practically pulled Larissa in through the door anyway, shutting it behind her. She was too drunk to be embarrassed of her dingy apartment with thrifted furniture and renaissance fair swords hung on the wall. 

She stripped her jacket off, then the bow tie and tossed them both on the dining table haphazardly. 

Larissa stood planted by the entrance.

“Isn’t this what you pay me for?” Brienne was smiling, but she could feel the lump in her throat and the familiar creeping of rejection. 

Larissa frowned but stayed silent. 

“You don’t want to touch me?”

“I’m sorry Brienne, I just don’t want to complicate things.” Her voice was quiet and level. 

“Listen, I don’t do this often, but I don’t think this is normal,” Brienne gestured to the space between them, “aren’t you supposed to want to fuck me?” 

Now it was Larissa’s turn to blush. “I didn’t say I don’t want to.”

Brienne sat down on her couch, ungracefully, and steadied herself against the spinning room. “Well. I’m right here.”

Larissa gulped, unwilling to step forward. “You had a lot to drink, Brienne.” 

“So did you.” 

Larissa smiled, still in her shoes and coat, feeling herself beginning to slip. “Not as much as you, dear.” 

Brienne unbuttoned the top three buttons of her shirt and eased further into the couch. Her eyes closed, face toward the ceiling, and sighing lightly. Larissa licked her lips, Brienne’s pale collarbones visible and somehow accentuated by the collar of her shirt. 

She kicked her heels off. 

Brienne’s eyes fluttered open, only for Larissa’s mouth to be on hers already. Brienne groaned, feeling Larissa’s tongue plead for entry and her polished fingertips tugging at her hair at the scalp. She tasted like the red wine from earlier and lipstick, smelled like perfume and laundry detergent, and was above all warm. 

Brienne leaned in eagerly, placing her own hands on Larissa’s waist, still in her coat. With each swipe of Larissa’s tongue Brienne felt herself growing wetter. She drew her hands back to finish unbuttoning her shirt, but Larissa’s clamped down over them before she could undo one button. 

“Stop trying to take your clothes off,” Larissa grumbled into Brienne’s mouth. 

“Sorry,” Brienne said. “Did you want to do that part?” 

Larissa sat up straight, drawing Brienne back with the grip she had on her hands. The look in her eyes made Brienne’s heart sink. 

“I already told you, I can’t do that. Not tonight.” Larissa stood, straightening her coat. “This was already an error on my end, and for that I am sorry.” She turned back toward the door. 

“What?” Brienne wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, bringing away a smudge of Larissa’s lipstick. “I’m not that drunk. It’s fine, Larissa, really.” When she stood to follow, Brienne wobbled like a baby deer.

“See?” Larissa stepped back into her high heels. “Just, not tonight.” She pulled the door open, a cold breeze blowing into the apartment. “I’ll pay for your time tonight, of course, and I will see you for dinner in a few days.” Brienne opened her mouth to speak, but Larissa had already shut the door and the sound of her heels clicking on the concrete breezeway were growing quieter. 

Brienne’s phone vibrated in her pocket, but she did not need to look to know it would be a notification of deposit. 

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Crisis at the school, I’ll need to cancel tonight. So sorry, dear! x

Brienne stared back at the message. She scrolled back through their thread, past two weeks of Larissa cancelling plans at the last minute and Brienne replying, No worries!, as if it meant nothing to her. Larissa still made her promised deposits on time, but since their drunken kiss she had not seen Brienne in person.

Brienne set her phone face down on the countertop and reached for the vodka above the fridge. She mixed a haphazard measurement in with juice from her fridge and drank. After two glasses her head was beginning to swim, the warmth radiating to her chest and cheeks, turning them red. Her thoughts turned to the lingerie Larissa bought for her months ago, the fine lace tucked away in her underwear drawer amongst boxers and sports bras. 

Larissa leaned back in her chair, pushing herself from the heavy wooden desk. She sighed and checked her phone again. Read at 5:38 PM. She hadn’t entirely told a lie—there was a crisis at Nevermore, but then when wasn’t there a crisis? It was well handled at this point, thanks to herself, but Larissa stayed at her desk because ending the day meant she had cancelled on Brienne with no excuse. 

Larissa scrolled through their messages, frowning at how many of them were from herself making and then cancelling plans, and always Brienne happily going along with it. She thought of the last night they saw each other, and how Brienne’s tongue in her mouth felt, the warm exposed skin of her collarbone, the heat of her proximity. 

Her cheeks reddened at just the memory, how could she face Brienne in person? Larissa placed her head in her hands, wishing for a big glass of red wine to appear before her, when her phone buzzed. 

Thinking of you ;)

Attached was a picture of Brienne’s waist, her hand stuck down the front of the lacy blue underwear Larissa bought for her. It looked as good as ever against her pale skin, a tuft of blonde curls peeking out from the waistband behind Brienne’s wrist. Larissa blushed and adjusted herself in her seat, already uncomfortably turned on. 

She tapped the call symbol by Brienne’s name and stood to check that her office door was locked. 

Brienne jumped at the sound of her ringtone. She was hardly expecting a text back, much less a call. 

“Hello?”

“Are you still thinking of me?” Larissa’s voice was soft but heavy through the phone. 

Brienne readjusted the phone so that her right hand was free and slipped it back into her underwear. “Yes.”

“Good,” Larissa said. Brienne thought she detected hesitation in Larissa’s voice, but chose to ignore it. “What are you thinking about me doing?”

“Just you. Your hands, your lips, your waist—mmmh—your tongue in my mouth…” Brienne felt herself grow wetter. 

Fabric rustled on the other line and Brienne heard the faintest gasp before Larissa said, “I’ve also been thinking of your tongue, darling.”

Brienne began circling her clit faster. “Yeah? Where do you want it, Larissa?” 

“In-in my mouth again,” Larissa tried to hold her moan back through her teeth, “and on my neck.” 

Brienne sighed, inserting a finger into herself and feeling how drenched she had become. “Fuck, I want that too. I want you in me, Larissa.” Her cheeks flushed, even knowing she was alone in her room, she had never said anything like that to someone else. 

Larissa groaned with abandon this time. “You look so sexy in that lingerie I bought. It made your tits look divine.” 

Brienne’s back arched, her fingers now pumping in and out of herself steadily. “I want you to tear it off of me,” she groaned, “with your teeth.”

Larissa inhaled sharply and mumbled a curse. “I would absolutely devour you, darling.”

“I’m-I’m close, Larissa,” Brienne whined. 

“You can come,” Larissa’s voice was stern, “but you have to say my name when you do.” 

Brienne’s breathing grew frantic, her voice straining. “Larissa!” Brienne gasped. She whined and moaned loud enough for Larissa to worry briefly that the sound from her phone may be able to travel to the hallway outside of her office. 

Larissa felt herself come undone at the sounds Brienne was making. She writhed in her office chair, groaning into the phone and struggling to keep quiet. Her grip thighs pressed together, knuckles turning white around the cell phone. 

They panted on either end of the line, Brienne letting out a chuckle between gasps for air. “So I will see you again then, right?” 

Larissa took a few deep breaths before responding. “Of course you will.” Brienne could practically hear her red-lipped smile on the other end. 

“Good. I’ve missed you.”

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The opening score blasted through the car speakers in a triumphant clash. On the projector, the black-and-white credits flashed the title card: The Bride of Frankenstein. Brienne settled in her seat a bit, leaving her palm facing upward on the center console, just in case. It was late dusk, the projector behind them being one of their only sources of light. 

Brienne would not have enjoyed the movie nearly as much if Larissa were not there to gush over it and look at her with her shining blue eyes and smile with her red lips. 

“Look at the costuming! Isn’t it beautiful?” She mused, pointing through the windshield. 

Brienne met her eyes. “Yes, it is beautiful,” she smiled. 

They watched in mostly silence, Larissa cutting in every few minutes to point out a costume or a line she liked. 

They watched as the monster on screen grunted helplessly at the townsfolk, who continued to regard him a horror, unworthy of their attention and humanity. Brienne shifted uncomfortably, the scenes a bit too reminiscent of her time in public schooling. Larissa quietly and without turning her gaze placed her soft warm hand into Brienne’s palm, lacing their fingers together loosely. 

Brienne could feel her face burning, grateful that Larissa hadn’t looked over. Her hand was warm and pleasantly heavy, at least. 

On screen, the monster stumbles upon a blind man, whose violin music led the creature to his hovel like a siren’s song. The man is the first to show kindness to the monster, offering friendship, food, and shelter. They bond over their ailments; the man’s lack of sight and the monster’s inability to speak. 

“Before you came, I was alone. It is bad to be alone,” he tells the creature. Both man and monster cry together over the hearth-lit dinner table. 

Brienne smiled and turned to Larissa. Her gaze was fixed on the movie, silently wiping tears from the corners of her own eyes. 

“Larissa?” Brienne whispered. 

“I’m alright,” Larissa sniffed, “this part always gets me.” 

Brienne squeezed her hand, leaning over the center console and planting a soft kiss on Larissa’s cheek. She blushed, barely visible in the dim lighting. 

Larissa paused, eyes darting around Brienne’s face, grip tight on her hand. She leaned in, touching their foreheads together and leaving their noses only centimeters apart. Her heart hammered in her chest.

“Will you kiss me?” Larissa whispered. 

Brienne did not think of hesitating, bringing their lips together. She breathed into the kiss, leaning forward to place her hand on Larissa’s thigh. She made a soft noise at the touch, somewhere between a gasp and a moan. Brienne gently swiped her tongue along Larissa’s bottom lip, tasting her creamy lipstick. Larissa parted her lips, inviting Brienne’s tongue in. 

They kissed gently, tongues dancing and steady breathing. Brienne slowly began to slide her hand up Larissa’s thigh, stopping just short of the hem of her skirt. 

Larissa’s hand clamped down on top of Brienne’s. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.” Brienne ran her thumb under the fabric, squeezing the soft flesh of Larissa’s thigh. 

Larissa pulled away a bit, breaking the kiss. “Not here.” Her eyes darted to the windows. It was dark and still outside of the car. 

“Lean back,” Brienne instructed. She also readjusted so she was mostly sitting forward, keeping a hand on Larissa’s lap. “Try to stay quiet.” 

Larissa blushed and parted her legs, allowing Brienne to trail her hand up to the lacy underwear beneath. She smirked at the wet spot spreading through the fabric, then gently pressed her fingers against Larissa and slowly ran them up and down. 

Larissa squirmed in her seat, unconsciously spreading her legs further apart with each of Brienne’s movements. Her eyes stayed trained forward, mouth clamped shut. 

Brienne glanced outside, seeing only orange leaves blowing in the wind and the outline of every other car parked around them. It was too dark to see into any of their cars, so she figured probably no one could see into theirs. 

So, she leaned closer, her lips against the spot under Larissa’s ear, and nipped at the skin with her teeth. Larissa’s eyes flew shut and her hips bucked into Brienne’s hand. 

“Shhhh,” Brienne whispered, “I’ll take care of you.” 

Larissa’s hand clamped around Brienne’s forearm, silently pleading for more. 

Brienne continued leaving bruises and soothing them over with her tongue on Larissa’s neck, remembering the fantasies she disclosed over the phone. She slipped a finger into the side of Larissa’s underwear and found her wetter than she’d expected. Brienne groaned and slipped one finger into Larissa easily. Larissa tensed, but at the same moment her eyes fluttered shut and a sigh escaped her lips. 

“Another?” Brienne whispered. 

Larissa nodded eagerly, pushing her hips forward in the car seat. She felt Brienne’s lips curl into a smile, then another finger entered her with a pleasant stretch. Slowly, Brienne pumped her fingers in and out, curling upwards at just the right moment. Larissa felt nearly dizzy, panting into the warm heavy air of the car. 

Brienne brought her thumb to circle Larissa’s clit, eliciting an animalistic whine from deep in Larissa’s throat. 

“That was so hot,” Brienne couldn’t hold herself back from saying. “Do it again for me?” 

She upped the speed of her movements, drawing out delicious whines and groans from Larissa with each thrust of her fingers. Her walls clenched around Brienne’s fingers as she drew closer to release, becoming more wanton with the volume of her moans. 

Just as Brienne worried she may need to clamp her hand over Larissa’s mouth, a loud crack of thunder erupted from the car speakers. In the film—which both of them had long forgotten about—the bride of Frankenstein was being brought to life beneath the lightning of a thunderstorm. 

Larissa’s body tensed, just on the precipice. “Yes,” Brienne urged, “cum for me.”

She felt Larissa’s walls clenching rhythmically around her knuckles, her whole body going into minor convulsions, and a loud moan escaping from her. 

“She’s alive!” Dr. Frankenstein shouted to the heavens at his creation on screen. 

Brienne gingerly slipped her hand away, using the other to rub Larissa’s heaving shoulder. Her cheeks were flushed, pupils dilated, and a contented smile crept across her lips as she looked to Brienne. 

“You’re quite good at that,” Larissa blushed. 

Brienne couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. “Thank you.” 

“I suppose I will need to keep you around.” Larissa straightened her skirt and used the visor mirror to adjust the lipstick that had been smeared and smudged across her chin. 

Now it was Brienne’s turn to blush. “I suppose you will.”