[ THIS CHAPTER HAS SCENES OF SEX THROUGHOUT IT. IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ ANY SORT OF SEX SCENE, PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER. YOU WILL NOT MISS ANY SORT OF PLOT. THANK YOU! ]
"How can you be so sure just based on my appearance?" Amelia breathes out, eyelashes fluttering over her emerald hues. Sparkling under the dim lights hanging over the two of them.
Melody pulls her hand away, shrugging. "It's a hunch, you learn to listen to your instincts whenever they speak to you."
Agents had to always keep their guards up, yet Melody seemed to be nothing but a simple woman. No intentions that were cruel or unkind, like most people she had come to interact with. Kindness in her heart, sweetness laced in her tone, hope glimmering in her eyes. If she had not known of her marriage to Leo, Amelia would have guessed she was married to someone far greater.
It was too bad she ended up with such a scumbag and didn't even know it.
Amelia slightly chuckles, "You're a beam of light, its.. Refreshing." Watching Melody turn around, leaning forward over the counter to turn on her coffee machine. The machinery begins to make a whirring noise, the young woman putting a cup under the opening.
"Refreshing? Your line of work must really be filled with assholes."
She moves to Melody's side, placing her hand down to hold herself up. "You have no idea. Nothing but always being uptight, never being able to let go."
Melody looks towards Amelia, eyes widening. "Never?"
There was something different in her stare now, like she was allured by Amelia's words.
Amelia shakes her head, not breaking eye contact. "Never."
Her words leave her lips slowly only to be met by silence. A lingering silence, silence that was filled with tension. Something she had felt countless times before, a stare she knew far too well. Their proximity was almost too close, being able to reach out to one another and touch the bare skin. Close enough to see the inching of Melody's body, the feeling of her hot breath on her bare lips.
Leaning forward, their lips meet. Here she was, kissing a married woman. Locking lips in a soft, tender kiss. Slow against one another, foreign in taste. Melody smelled of roses, yet tasted of cigarettes and fruits. The orange was in her saliva, on the tip of her tongue. It didn't detour her, it had her keeping the kiss longer. The taste was different, even if there was no feeling attached. A spur of the moment by the other person with her.
A few seconds feels like hours until Melody quickly pulls away. Eyes widened up at Amelia, biting down on her bottom lip. Amelia didn't feel any shame from the moment, but it seemed she had to put that act on to gain some sort of trust.
"I..I'm sorry." She clears her throat, avoiding eye contact with Melody.
She can hear the other woman stuttering for any words to say, feeling the movement of air in front of her. "No, no. I'm sorry.. I got a bit carried away with this. Just a bit of a fuzzy head on me." There's a pause, before a long sigh. " I just,.. Have been deprived lately of any sort of affection."
Amelia's eyes widen, quickly looking back to Melody. Completely disappointed in herself just from the look on her face, yet her eyes told a different story. Her husband was not giving her the satisfaction she desired— A flaw in an almost too perfect marriage.
This was it, this was her way in.
"Leo.. He just has no time for me."
Whatever it took to save her father, she would do. Even if it meant ruining an entire marriage, even if it meant pleasing an unhappy woman. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
"Deprived..?" Amelia pauses for a moment, before an unfamiliar smirk pulls across her lips. Stepping towards the smaller woman, she puts her hand carefully under her chin. A firm yet tight grip. Melody's eyes widened up at her.
Inhaling, Amelia hovering her lips over Melody's. She could feel her back arching to try to connect with her once more. She was in the palm of her hands. "Fuck it, who cares.. Kiss me again."
An effect takes hold of the smaller woman, gripping tightly onto Amelia's cheeks. Meeting lips in a harsh, and lustful kiss. Both women have their hands on each other's cheeks, fastly moving their lips against one another. Moans falling through Melody's lips, Amelia's hands falling down onto the small of her waist.
Sex was nothing, it wasn't filled with any sort of emotion. Amelia had slept with plenty of women for information, for intel: It wasn't a new thing for her to be doing this. Hands gripping onto clothing, lips wrapping around others to hear their pleased moans. The fluttering of eyelids and long eyelashes, the sounds of pleasure. Amelia got nothing of what they thought, nothing but information.
Being taller than her partner, she flips her to be pressed against the fridge. Hands wandering up her sides, slowly despite the fast pace of their lips. Pushed up against the fridge, she can feel Melody's body trying to press up against her. As if she needed to feel Amelia, that the craving was becoming stronger with every passing minute.
Hands grab onto Melody's thighs, pulling them around her waist to hoist her up. This has the two pulling away from one another. Melody out of breath, while Amelia stayed intact in her composure. Emerald eyes blazing up at the seas of ocean waves. Two elements that did horrible things together. Amelia could feel the woman's nails digging into the back of her neck, they would no doubt leave marks.
"I've.. I've never done anything like this with a woman." Melody says, panting trying to compose herself.
The words falling from her lips have Amelia's lips curling into a light smile. A laugh followed quickly after, leaning closer to Melody's face. Keeping her tightly in her arms, pressed against her own home decor. Just so she couldn't get away, unable to fall out of the trap she had set for herself.
A woman so vulnerable had just fallen into her hands, she was truly lucky.
"If you don't tell I won't. This can be our little secret." Amelia purrs, whispering against already bruised lips.
The reaction is met with a display of attraction. Biting down on her bottom lip, cheeks flushing over shades of red. Avoiding her eyes, flickering away from her sharp gaze. Melody was nervous, it was plain as day. Something Amelia could take advantage of, as long as Melody felt good in the situation– Nothing would come of it. No emotions, no connection, just a way to get into her life.
Squirm in like a little parasite, feed off of any of the information she would tell her of. It didn't seem too hard, even before this encounter had begun. A woman who was like an open door, details of her life entailed perfectly on each page.
"Why don't we take this somewhere your husband won't hear." Amelia whispers, the smirk curling on her lips. "Because I want to know exactly how you feel inside and out."
A gentle press of Melody's thumb pulls on her bottom lip, eyes staring as her thumb trails against the soft feeling. There's a pause between them, a silence that could be cut through with a knife. Tension, the lustful kind of silence of anticipation.
Melody giggles, now eyes peering back at Amelia. "You're a dirty woman, I like it."
Temptation was one hell of a drug, Melody seemed more than ever tempted by Amelia. She had hardly done anything to allure her, if she had known the true depths of her intentions. That stare held no sign of longing to her, no sign of wishing to be touched or held at their first glance. It had to go deeper, much deeper.
Cheating was something Amelia did not like about the human race. Losing feelings for someone to then have affairs with another, it was shameful. Melody was a married woman, someone who had devoted her life to what she thought was the man of her dreams.
Even Leo didn't deserve to have an unfaithful wife, no matter how much of a scumbag he was.
Many had said Amelia had ruined countless marriages, sleeping with married men and women for information. It was her job to give the people who were placed under her justice, no matter what it took. Sleeping with a man or woman who was already prepared to be unfaithful was not her fault, not in the slightest. Amelia always got what she needed, even more than that.
Justice always got served, thanks to her effort always being put into her cause.
Another unfaithful woman, including in another woman's taste. How her skin felt, how her tongue trailed across new areas. Amelia would keep the charade up for as long as she needed to, until she could take out her target.
For her father, for his life.
Amelia chuckles, locking lips with Melody once more. She can feel the hunger from the way her lips were face paced, how her hands gripped onto her hair in light tugs. Pushing against her, heart racing against the middle of her chest. There was no time to waste, pulling Melody off of the fridge and making her way to her guest bedroom.
Kissing all the way there, tongues fighting with one another. Amelia knew she would win the end of the tug for dominance, as Melody showed her submissiveness through her movements. How whimpery her moans were, how high the pitch of her breathing became in between kisses.
Tugging at her clothing, begging to feel something other than loneliness, despair. Could being married cause this much ache for those involved? Amelia had vowed off marriage many years ago, after everything had gone astray. She vowed to never slip a ring on her finger, to be chained down for a lifetime. Things could go terribly wrong, just like Melody's marriage seemed to be.
Reaching her bedroom, Melody is tossed down onto the bed with ease. Hitting down on the soft mattress, Amelia quickly climbed on top of her. Hovering over the woman, watching as her eyes flickered between her own and her lips.
"Do you really want this?" Amelia coos, running her index finger down the side of Melody's jawline. Slowly to her neck, her collar bones, the start of her shirt. "A stranger walks into your house and suddenly you're under them, is this truly what you want Melody?"
Her movement stops, keeping her stare constant on her. Watching as the woman under her moved, fidgeting. Feeling the movement of her own fingers against the skin of her neck. Clearly she was nervous, but for all the wrong reasons.
Nervous about having a woman on top of her, how it may feel. Not the fact she was cheating on her husband with an old friend of his. Meloody's eyes spoke it all.
"I want this. I want to enjoy this, even if it doesn't last long." She breathes out, her hands wrapping tightly on the back of Amelia's neck. Tugging her down, "You said you wanted to feel me inside and out, don't back out now."
Her way in was sealed, there was no turning back for Melody now. As if making a deal with Lucifer himself, giving her no chance to run away. Pleasure, for whatever information Amelia could get. Sex was nothing but an act, a performance. She could play the part, she could play it well. It was perfected by this point, mastered.
A serpent, giving the taste of forbidden fruit to the innocence of mankind.
"Oh Melody, how cute of you." Amelia pulls her hand under Melody's shirt, feeling the warmth against the palm of her hand. Leaning closer, just hovering over her lips. "Now, you're mine."
She could feel her heart racing under her hand, thumping as hard as it could against her chest.
Amelia wastes no time in locking lips with Melody once more, feeling her hands traveling down her neck to trailing her nails on her back. Pulling back Amelia locks her lips onto Melody's neck. Sucking hard onto her skin while her hand makes its way into Melody's shorts.
Slipping her hand under the fabric with ease, Melody's hips buck up to her hand. Amelia can't help but smirk into the kisses, seeing how much of an effect she already had on her. Melody had not been wearing underwear under the shorts, which gives Amelia easy access to begin rubbing against her clit. Feeling the squirming of her legs around her waist, how tightly they wrap around her.
Her fingers were already soaking in wetness, just by the simple rubbing of her light fingertips. Gently she slides two fingers in, feeling Melody's legs tense around her. Feeling the inside of her takes her fingers in whole, as if they were one.
Amelia pulls back from the kiss, watching as Melody tries to catch her breath. Fingering at a normal pace, watching Melody's head buck back. Moaning in pleasure, digging her nails into her back.
"Does your husband not please you like this?" Amelia whispers, a dark chuckle pulling onto her lips. Leaning forward to lay delicate kisses across her jawline. "A man's fingers could never do what I can."
Arousal was evident through the entire room. Listening to the moans and groans of the woman under her, she was going to milk this for all it was worth. Amelia trails her tongue up her jawline, before reaching her ear. Hier tongue pulls up to the top of her ear, before biting down softly into it.
"How long has it been?" Amelia whispers into Melody's ear, picking up the pace of her fingers. "How long has it been since your husband had your cum all over his fingers?"
Melody moans, pulling her gaze back to Amelia. "Nine months." She breathes out, "It's been nine months, he hasn't touched me in so long."
"Oh honey," Amelia coos, pressing a kiss to her lips. "You don't need him, not right now. Let me please you better than any man." Curling her fingers, Melody grips tighter onto Amelia's back.
Squeezing her eyes shut, heavily breathing. Her chest rising and falling, the sight was pleasing. More than she had ever thought it would have been. Melody was beautiful, the sight was magnificent. Yet, it showed that her touch had never gone. Melody had only felt the feeling of her fingers, and she was putty in her hands.
"Amelia.." Melody moans out her name, leaning closer to try to kiss her. Amelia pulling back has Melody groaning. "Let me kiss you, please."
Amelia tilts her head to the side, a devilish grin pulling over her lips. "Then cum all over my fingers." She sighs, quickening the pace. "I can use my mouth in more ways than one for you, Melody. Far more than just a kiss."
"L-Like..?" Melody moans, Amelia could feel her walls tightening around her fingers. She was already so close to letting go, and they had hardly gotten started.
"Cum and find out."
Her lips lock back onto Melody's neck, attacking her skin as her teeth vicariously sink in. She could tell that having marks all over her was something Melody wanted. Something that had her heart racing, her insides twitching in anticipation. Whatever was on the woman's mind, Amelia would provide for her. Even if it was something she had never done before, she could act like she had.
No matter how far things had to go, she would take it. Listening intently to the rising of pitch in her moans, the frequency of them. The feeling of her thighs wrapped so tightly around her torso that she could explode. Melody was close to her climax, Amelia pushing her fingers as deep as she could. This has Melody yelping in pleasure, and cumming finally onto her fingers.
A panting mess below her, Amelia pulls back her assault on her skin. Retreating her fingers back out of her shorts, pulling them out into the open. Covered in slick, wetness dripping down the sides of her fingers. With no hesitation, her fingers go into her mouth. Licking the once slick covered fingers clean, swallowing audibly.
Melody's cheeks were bright red, but Amelia doesn't let her have any time to recollect herself. Grabbing onto the hem of her shorts, she slides them off of her legs. Pulling her thighs higher up, positioning herself in between them.
The view from her eyes was precious to say the least. A flustered woman, blushing madly at the sight of another person in between her legs. The heavy breathing, the hazy eyes. Consumed by the pleasure she was feeling, the lustful hormones swirling around the room. Even Amelia herself could feel the hormones herself, but she would keep them at bay.
Anything to make sure everyone she loved was safe, even if it meant pleasing a complete stranger.
"I'll make sure you're never deprived again."
For the great good, even if it meant spewing foul lies of endearment. Amelia couldn't decide if the devil himself would be enamored by her, or disgusted.
Whenever she met him, he could tell her. An eternity in Hell, only to know the devil's view of her manipulation. If anything, she was exactly like him. Amelia, the serpent offering the naive woman Melody a taste of something new.
A taste of a woman, a taste of unfaithfulness. A taste that would overflow the senses, take over the mind. All she could do truly was pretend, pretend that this was something enjoyable to her.
"I'll always make sure you're satisfied."
Even a little white lie, would bite her ass in the end.