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OZ - Femslash - Claire/Diane - Rendezvous
This is one of my rare entirely PWP fics. I started to write this for HardTime100's femslash February prompt "bars" but it got out of hand and so here it is.
“Last week didn’t work as well as it should have,” Claire said as she and Diane stepped into a cell in an abandoned unit of the prison. “I don’t think you were able to properly lose yourself.”
“I only moved my hands once.”
“That’s not the point. The point was for you to keep them on the bars at all times.”
“I like touching you.”
“I think you’ll like this more. Shirt off. Hands over your head, against the bars.”
Diane followed Claire’s instructions.
“Do you trust me?” Claire asked.
“Silly question. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
“Good.” Claire took the handcuffs from Diane’s weapons belt and attached one end to the bar and the other to Diane’s wrist. She took the pair of handcuffs from her belt and did the same to the other side.
“They’ll slide,” said Diane.
“They’ll keep you from going too far.”
“How long will you keep me like this?”
“As long as it takes for you to let go. It’ll be easier if you keep your hands on the bars this time.”
Claire stepped forward and pressed her lips against Diane’s. Neither one of them was big into foreplay so this caught Diane off-guard. She felt the front clasp of her bra open and the fabric of Claire’s uniform rough against her skin. Claire continued to nibble on Diane’s lower lip, licking along the seam of her lips until Diane finally opened up to her. She tangled her fingers in Diane’s hair as they continued to kiss.
Claire pulled away from Diane’s mouth and delighted that the other woman moved slightly forward to chase her. “Shh, let me,” she whispered before tracing the shell of Diane’s ear with her tongue. She dropped a kiss on Diane’s earlobe then began to plant kisses down Diane’s neck to her collarbone. Her hands had moved to the front of Diane’s uniform pants and unfastened the weapons belt, letting it drop to the floor with a clatter that they both ignored. She then freed the button and zipper on the pants and started to ease them along with Diane’s black bikini panties down until they were at her ankles.
Claire took the baton from her belt and held it in front of Diane. “This could be interesting. But I’d rather be the one inside you. I wish you could see how you looked right now. All trussed up, just waiting for me to take you. You want that, don’t you?”
“God, yes.”
“Good girl.” Claire rewarded her with another kiss as she snaked her fingers between Diane’s legs. She began to trace tiny circles over Diane’s clit, feeling the wetness that pooled there. Diane’s hips surged forward to meet her and Claire maneuvered her gently back until she was against the bars. Claire pushed two fingers into Diane’s pussy, crooking them against her g-spot. The smell of sex seemed to fill the space. Claire kissed Diane once more than moved into a kneeling position. Diane’s pussy was wet and glistening in front of her and she felt the need to taste it. She removed her fingers and replaced them with her tongue. From somewhere above her, she could hear Diane saying something but the words were indistinct. She pulled Diane’s hips closer to her as she continued to lick and suck the juices that flowed from Diane. She knew she could pull away at any time but the point was to make Diane lose control. Once more her fingers delved inside as her mouth worked on Diane’s clit. Two fingers, than three in a steady in and out rhythm all the while that her lips caressed and sucked. Diane screamed, shuddered against her, and then started to come down.
Claire licked a little more, then moved into a standing position. Diane stared at her wide-eyed, breathing heavily as Claire unfastened the handcuffs. Diane’s hands looped around her neck and she kissed Claire gently. “You didn’t…” she began.
“I got what I came for,” Claire said. “That was enough.”
Diane pulled up her pants and refastened her bra. Claire handed her the shirt and the weapons belt that were discarded.
“Next time…”
“We’ll see,” said Claire. One of these times was going to be the last time and she wasn’t going to hold Diane to any promises for another clandestine meeting. They’d go back to work in their separate units, play like being enemies around the other, and only think about these times when they were alone. She hoped that she’d given Diane a memory she could hold onto just in case this was the last time.
“Last week didn’t work as well as it should have,” Claire said as she and Diane stepped into a cell in an abandoned unit of the prison. “I don’t think you were able to properly lose yourself.”
“I only moved my hands once.”
“That’s not the point. The point was for you to keep them on the bars at all times.”
“I like touching you.”
“I think you’ll like this more. Shirt off. Hands over your head, against the bars.”
Diane followed Claire’s instructions.
“Do you trust me?” Claire asked.
“Silly question. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
“Good.” Claire took the handcuffs from Diane’s weapons belt and attached one end to the bar and the other to Diane’s wrist. She took the pair of handcuffs from her belt and did the same to the other side.
“They’ll slide,” said Diane.
“They’ll keep you from going too far.”
“How long will you keep me like this?”
“As long as it takes for you to let go. It’ll be easier if you keep your hands on the bars this time.”
Claire stepped forward and pressed her lips against Diane’s. Neither one of them was big into foreplay so this caught Diane off-guard. She felt the front clasp of her bra open and the fabric of Claire’s uniform rough against her skin. Claire continued to nibble on Diane’s lower lip, licking along the seam of her lips until Diane finally opened up to her. She tangled her fingers in Diane’s hair as they continued to kiss.
Claire pulled away from Diane’s mouth and delighted that the other woman moved slightly forward to chase her. “Shh, let me,” she whispered before tracing the shell of Diane’s ear with her tongue. She dropped a kiss on Diane’s earlobe then began to plant kisses down Diane’s neck to her collarbone. Her hands had moved to the front of Diane’s uniform pants and unfastened the weapons belt, letting it drop to the floor with a clatter that they both ignored. She then freed the button and zipper on the pants and started to ease them along with Diane’s black bikini panties down until they were at her ankles.
Claire took the baton from her belt and held it in front of Diane. “This could be interesting. But I’d rather be the one inside you. I wish you could see how you looked right now. All trussed up, just waiting for me to take you. You want that, don’t you?”
“God, yes.”
“Good girl.” Claire rewarded her with another kiss as she snaked her fingers between Diane’s legs. She began to trace tiny circles over Diane’s clit, feeling the wetness that pooled there. Diane’s hips surged forward to meet her and Claire maneuvered her gently back until she was against the bars. Claire pushed two fingers into Diane’s pussy, crooking them against her g-spot. The smell of sex seemed to fill the space. Claire kissed Diane once more than moved into a kneeling position. Diane’s pussy was wet and glistening in front of her and she felt the need to taste it. She removed her fingers and replaced them with her tongue. From somewhere above her, she could hear Diane saying something but the words were indistinct. She pulled Diane’s hips closer to her as she continued to lick and suck the juices that flowed from Diane. She knew she could pull away at any time but the point was to make Diane lose control. Once more her fingers delved inside as her mouth worked on Diane’s clit. Two fingers, than three in a steady in and out rhythm all the while that her lips caressed and sucked. Diane screamed, shuddered against her, and then started to come down.
Claire licked a little more, then moved into a standing position. Diane stared at her wide-eyed, breathing heavily as Claire unfastened the handcuffs. Diane’s hands looped around her neck and she kissed Claire gently. “You didn’t…” she began.
“I got what I came for,” Claire said. “That was enough.”
Diane pulled up her pants and refastened her bra. Claire handed her the shirt and the weapons belt that were discarded.
“Next time…”
“We’ll see,” said Claire. One of these times was going to be the last time and she wasn’t going to hold Diane to any promises for another clandestine meeting. They’d go back to work in their separate units, play like being enemies around the other, and only think about these times when they were alone. She hoped that she’d given Diane a memory she could hold onto just in case this was the last time.