Guardian
a Worm/Destiny Crossover
Chapter 45: First, Last, Only
They were curled together on a very comfortable couch of fine suede. After the weight of their conversation, it was an unspoken agreement between the two to let the quiet drape over them like a quilt – warm and comforting. Well. Comforting, anyway. The heat was coming from somewhere else entirely. Them. Banked and rising with each moment spent in the arms of the other. Gestures of comfort and affection, like Taylor's hand on the back of Lisa's neck or how Lisa had her hand flattened on Taylor's chest above her heart, slowly changed into something else.
Something more.
Likewise, the small kisses they'd been trading, passing back and forth with little smiles or hushed laughs, went and changed on them. With each one, they grew deeper, lasted longer. Grew hotter. With each kiss their positions changed until Lisa was straddling Taylor, arms wrapped around her neck and crushing the pair of them together. Taylor could feel her girlfriend's breasts pressed against hers, found that she liked the sensation, and liked even more the crackling it sent down her spine.
She curled her hand around Lisa's neck and tangled her fingers in long, white-blonde hair. Her other she placed, with neither shame or regret, on her girlfriend's ass and tugged. Rocking her hips forward into Taylor's own and causing something like fire to bloom in her belly. Lisa smiled into their kiss and set to a slow, ceaseless roll. Pressing, grinding, sliding forward, then back. Forward, then back. Each movement, each motion, fueled the fire. It curled around her body, loosening her limbs and emboldening her to the point she had no insecurities about pushing Lisa back far enough to pull her shirt over her head.
Lisa's eyes darkened and she hissed inwards. Her hands traveled from now bare shoulders down, sliding between Taylor's breasts to the smooth, muscled skin of her stomach. Oddly, it was then that Taylor noticed something about herself. She had abs. Like, a six-pack. And Lisa was running the tips of her fingers over them, tracing them and staring at Taylor's shirtless form like it was...she didn't know.
Then Lisa shuddered, from the tip of her skull down. Her eyes closed for a moment and, when they opened again, held within a mirror to the flame purling in Taylor's stomach. Then she lifted Taylor's hand to her shirt and grinned.
Taylor grinned back, and damn near tore her girlfriend's shirt off.
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The hearthfire warmth that had brought them this far turned to hellfire under their kisses. She'd kissed Lisa many times, and in many ways. Never like this. Something in the tangle and slide of their tongues, the occasional clack of their colliding teeth, the press and press again of swollen lips against each other. Through it all their hips rolled. Rose and lowered and pushed. Each motion, each moment impelling them onward.
Taylor pulled her hand away from the curve of Lisa's ass and slid it up the heated flesh of her side, brushing against and over the band of her bra to curl into and pull down the cup, revealing the pale, perfect breast beneath. Lisa's free hand curled around her wrist, guiding her hand up to cup that softness in her palm. She felt the gradual rise of a nipple beneath her hand and took it between her fingers, rolling it and gently pinching it, encouraged by the sounds Lisa was making. The whimpers into Taylor's mouth, the sharp inhales through her nose. It was pure sin and sex, decadence and she wanted more.
"More." She said between kisses. Lisa took her hand from Taylor's wrist and rested it above her own, still covered, breasts. She also broke their kiss, which was very sad.
"More?" Lisa's voice was throaty, teasing. Full of heat. Taylor continued to roll her nipple between her fingers. Their hips continued their rocking, slow roll. But that was changing, growing faster, more urgent and needful. Like they were seeking something together.
Taylor nodded. "More." She had the sudden desire to pull Lisa's nipple between her lips. Maybe the whole breast. See what happened. That desire was...postponed...by her girlfriend's hand diving beneath her bra and proceeding to mimic with her fingers what Taylor had been, and was still, doing.
It felt...at first, it felt strange. To be touched in such an intimate place by someone besides her. That faded fast, to be replaced by what felt like lightning. Shocks and tingles danced down her nerves. It wasn't the heat growing in her belly, or even the burning in her blood. But it was as good as. It made her brain crooked and hard to think anything beyond more.
Lisa reached behind her back, flicking the hooks of her bra free and baring herself to Taylor, who reached for this newly exposed flesh with an eager grin. More.
Taylor's own bra was pushed down after Lisa failed to worm her hand between Taylor's body and the couch. She covered Taylor's breasts with her hands and began to pluck, roll, and pull gently at Taylor's nipples. More.
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Taylor felt a rush, heady and powerful, at the sight of Lisa beneath – between – her legs. At the sounds Lisa made as she explored the peaks and valleys of her girlfriend's body with her mouth, dragging open-mouted kisses across long stretches of heated, sweat-dappled skin. She reached the curve of a hip and sucked hard, earning a flicked ear in retaliation for what was sure to be a bruise. She grinned up to see Lisa's halfhearted glare. "What?"
Lisa rolled her eyes and fisted a hand in Taylor's hair, tugging her up for a long, deep kiss. Against her lips, Lisa murmured, "Don't 'what?' me. Not when you're doing – doing that." What was Taylor doing? Indulging an earlier desire and rolling peaked, swollen nipples between her teeth with her tongue. It had involved moving away from very kissable lips, but her sacrifice was worth it. Lisa's back arched, shameless, artless, pushing her breast deeper into Taylor's mouth. In vengeance, or retaliation, she dove her hands down the back of Taylor's pants to palm the smooth, muscled curve of the naked ass that hid within.
Taylor gasped as her body was kneaded beneath strong, sure fingers. Her hips jerked forward, driving one of Lisa's legs between her own. The motion touched off fireworks. No, explosions. Pleasure so intense it stole the breath from her lungs and the sight from her eyes. She wanted – no, needed – to feel that again. She panted, harsh and quick, into the graceful curve of Lisa's neck as she rolled her hips forward, grinding the very core of herself on Lisa's smooth, firm leg. Lisa held a hand behind her neck, another at the base of her spine, encouraging her, whispering into her ear such filthy things that sent jolts of lightning down her spine. "this is the hottest fucking thing in the entire world, god you are pure sex baby I swear I want to rip your clothes off and make you scream and then let you do it to me."
On it went. Lisa dug her heel into the arm of the couch and lifted her knee, giving Taylor something harder to push herself into. Hands, clever, clever hands, traveled her heated, sweating skin, pausing to roll unbelievably sensitive nipples between nimble fingers. All the while a stream of quiet vulgarity entered her ears and set her nerves alight. It turned out that Taylor liked dirty talk. Quite a bit.
It was as if there was a length of wire inside her. Each motion, each word, each rock of her lamentably clothed hips stretched that wire tighter. Tighter and tighter until she could feel it, actually feel the tightening in her spine, the heat pooling between her legs.
And then.
And then.
Taylor lay, gasping and swearing, atop Lisa. "Holy fucking shit." She managed to say. "I bet that's even better naked."
Lisa's hands lifted her head up gaze into her eyes and kiss her. Softly. Gently. Lisa smiled. "Let's find out."
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The bed had silk sheets. Silk, she decided, was her second favorite thing to feel against her naked, sensitive skin. The first was Lisa's mouth as it kissed its way down her spine. Or it was Lisa's fingers, exploring every piece of her they could reach. Or it was the warm wash of Lisa's breath. Maybe it was just Lisa. Either way, she was horny as all hell and couldn't wait to share what she'd experienced. She endured the delicious agony of being naked and explored by her girlfriend for as long as she could. But her patience ran out.
"Taylor, what...?" Lisa managed before their positions were flipped. She went with a surprised squeak that turned to laughter that turned to pleased sighs as Taylor kissed her way down her body. "I'll give you a billion dollars to keep going."
Taylor rested her chin on Lisa's hip for a moment, grinning wickedly. "That's the plan." She kissed Lisa's bony hip, the outside of her thigh, and the inside of her knee before...well. Before. She breathed deep, drawing the scent of what could only be Lisa's arousal deep into her. She wanted to etch it into her soul. Then she trailed her eyes up Lisa's body. From the cleft of her legs to the rise of her breasts to the dark, sparkling depths of her green eyes.
Lisa raised an eyebrow. "Are you waiting for an invitation?"
Taylor laughed and stepped off the bed to kneel on the carpet. She reached and hooked her arms around Lisa's hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Lisa's legs fell open and draped over her shoulders. She breathed in again, and then licked a wide stripe up Lisa's vagina. The taste shocked her, tart and sweet and utterly unlike anything else in the world. Above her, Lisa made a sound like a wounded animal and tangled her finger's in Taylor's hair, pulling her in.
She went. Kissing and licking and exploring. She found that the further in she pressed with her tongue, the less extreme of a reaction she provoked. So she stuck to the outer edges, wrapping the folds of slippery flesh between her lips and rubbing her nose on the little nub at the top that seemed both eager to be paid attention to and reluctant to leave from beneath its little hood. It needed to be encouraged. That was fine. She would provide.
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The little nub was key. The little nub brought Lisa's hips surging up, her fingers tightening in Taylor's hair, the muscles in her legs fluttering. Taylor devoted her attention to the nub. She had to flatten an arm over Lisa's belly to hold her still enough. The curses and endearments that fell from Lisa's lips were constant. " Holy shit you this is amazing fuck yes there there there don't stop don't you fucking stop I swear to god Taylor if you stop I'm not doing this to you more I need I need more. "
More? Inspiration, or the product of her filthy mind, struck. She slid a finger inside. Wet heat, such heat, wrapped around her finger. Above her, Lisa made a sound like a wounded animal. She moved the digit, slowly pushing it in and then pulling it out with equal slowness. The pleas for more didn't stop. " God that's so good I love you baby but I need more."
Ah. There was something. A knot of flesh, just inside. She curled her finger, stroking that spot as she fucked Lisa with her hand. The entire time, she made damn certain that the little nub was not neglected. Then she tried a second finger, pushing and scissoring and pulling until...
Until.
Lisa fell apart beneath her. Beneath her lips and her fingers and her tongue her girlfriend came apart at the seams with a scream. Her hips bucked against Taylor's mouth. Her legs locked tight around Taylor's head and her heels bounced on Taylor's back. Her own back bowed as her arms scrabbled on the sheets, reaching for something, anything to ground her. The scream became a low, guttural moan as the aftershocks of orgasm shook Lisa's body.
Taylor drank the whole thing in. She felt...satisfied. Pleased. Proud. Nowhere near sated. She waited until Lisa came back to herself enough to release her head and crawled up her girlfriend's sweaty, sexy body. She fell onto the bed next to Lisa and watched her chest rise and fall in great, heaving gasps. "Fuck me." Lisa eventually said.
"Didn't I just?"
Lisa rolled onto her side, facing Taylor. "Seriously. Where did you learn that ?"
Taylor palmed Lisa's hip and pulled her closer. "I have spent months thinking of all the things I wanted to do with you. To you." She kissed Lisa, stroking her tongue deep into her girlfriend's mouth. Then she pulled back to look into Lisa's eyes. "And I am not even close to running out of ideas."
There was a brief moment of silence. The entire room stank like sex and sweat. Lisa was sweaty and panting and her hair looked terrible and Taylor had no doubt she was just as bad. In the darkness of the room, with love and sex riding high between them, it was as close as Heaven on Earth as Taylor could imagine.
Then Lisa grinned. "I guess we better keep going. We've only got all night." She reached for Taylor, and pulled her into her arms.
It was close to sunrise when Taylor finally ran out of ideas. It was close to sunrise when she found out that her ideas had given Lisa some of her own. They were good ideas.
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