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seriousficTitle: I Spent Valentine’s Day In Bed With Rachel Nichols
Fandom: GI Joe RPF
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,035
Characters/Pairings: Sienna Miller/Rachel Nichols
Summary: Sienna is alone on Valentine’s Day. But not for long.
Sienna felt like bursting into tears. After a sleepless night (thank you, jet lag) she’d spent all day running and jumping and getting slapped around by Snake Eyes until she was one big bruise. And she’d been too tired to have her costume taken off, so now she was lying in bed, sweltering, completely uncomfortable but too tired to move, and it was Valentine’s Day. Maybe she’d get a card. Roses are red, violets are blue, I fucked the nanny, as well as you.
“Knock knock,” Rachel said, pushing the door open to find a black leather catsuit, and the actress inside, sprawled across the hotel room’s bed.
Sienna raised her head, then opened up her curtain of hair. “Did I miss training?” To make boot camp more tolerable, they had resolved to do all their exercising together. It was a great way to catch up on gossip.
“No, I just thought I’d take shelter here from the testosterone storm.” Rachel walked in on her invisible catwalk. She’d found time to change, putting on jean cut-offs and a white top that looked so comfy Sienna could die. And those miles of legs! It made Sienna wonder why she had quit modeling. With those stems, she wasn’t believable as anything else. “The boys are playing a drinking game. First one to pass out loses. Or wins. The emphasis was really on passing out.”
“I’m good at that game.” Sienna moaned, rolling over. She stared up at Rachel as the redhead sat down on the bed and petted her hair.
“Ready to take off that itchy black leather?”
“I’ll be your slave for life, just get me out of these clothes.”
“How many times have I heard that…”
Sienna groaned as Rachel sat her up and tugged off her boots. If it were anyone else, she’d be cursing up a storm, but it was like Rachel had a map between her bruises. She unlatched the stirrups that kept Sienna’s pants so tight, then undid the belt.
“You know, a lot of guys would pay me to do this,” Rachel quipped as she zipped Sienna’s belt out of its loops.
“I’ve dated some of them.” Sienna giggled as Rachel’s fingers danced over the laced eyelets that held her pants and top together. It tickled.
For a moment, there was only the squeak of leather as Rachel wiggled it down Sienna’s hips.
“Don’t you have your own underwear?” Rachel asked.
“Why? Is this someone else’s?” Unbelievably, Sienna found that amusing. It was like Rachel was this happy button she could press when she wanted to feel good. Only not as dirty as that sounded.
“Yes. Donna Karan’s.” Rachel tugged Sienna’s pants all the way off with a flourish. “You don’t wear your own line of underwear?”
“Not when I have to wear skintight leather. Why, do you?”
With her eyes as narrow as a gunslinger’s, Rachel opened her shirt to show off her bra.
Sienna got as close a look as she dared. Rachel had spectacular breasts. They were big and full and… round. Sienna could stare at them all day, just thinking up better adjectives. Pendulous. That was one.
“Don’t you recognize your own line of undies?” Rachel asked, oblivious in her sweet American way.
“It’s not like I knit them by hand,” Sienna said, embarrassed. This wasn’t secondary school, it wasn’t like she could ask her to practice some snogging. “Now could you undo my top? I think I’m losing circulation in my tits.”
“Then would you like a bedtime story?” Rachel teased as she swept behind Sienna to play with her corset and zipper.
Sienna could’ve moaned for every inch of flesh that was released. “And a backrub. And a warm glass of milk.”
“Sweetie!” Rachel muttered, mock-shocked. “I’m not that kind of girl.” She finally undid the zipper, stripping it off Sienna who collapsed on the bed in nearly post-coital bliss. Rachel joined her, eyes drawn to Sienna’s bra.
“Then what kind of girl are you?” Sienna mused archly.
Rachel blushed as red as her hair. “How’s the burn doing?”
“Oh, that.” Sienna looked down at the bandage poking out of her bra-cup. “It’s feeling a lot better.”
“I’ll bet!” Rachel made a teasing grope at Sienna, who squealed and defended herself, one arm across her chest and the other slapping at Rachel. It was a far cry from the fight scene they’d rehearsed endlessly, but Sienna thought audiences might prefer a bra-fight.
Rachel straddled her and tried to pin her wrists down, but Sienna was a biter and it didn’t take long for Rachel to roll off her, warmly flushed and happily loosing her full-bellied laugh. Sienna rolled into her and buried herself in Rachel’s open shirt.
“Mmm,” Rachel growled, pulling on Sienna’s hair a little. “Not such a bad way to spend Valentine’s Day, huh?”
“Your feet are a lot warmer than some of the people I’ve been in bed with.”
Rachel broke away, pelting Sienna with feet before she slipped out of bed and did up her shirt.
“Hey, where’re you off to?” Sienna asked as Rachel put on her sandals. “We can watch,” she turned on the TV, “Duck Tales. In French.”
“I need to pee,” Rachel announced, fixing her hair. “Just stay there and keep looking adorable.”
“Scrumptious, I’ll look scrumptious.” Sienna threw the covers over herself. “So no bedtime story?”
”I’ll sing you a lullaby later, promise!” And with one last grin, Rachel was out the door.
Sienna hugged a pillow to her chest. Despite the Amazon-shaped pick-me-up, she was still exhausted. In no time at all she was fast asleep, dreaming of rehearsing their fight, pinning Rachel down and then stripping her away until all that was left was soft and smooth and sweet.
Sienna woke up, flushed and over-warm, to find Rachel staring at her. Her lips were dark with melted chocolate. “Were you watching me sleep?” Sienna asked, feeling a tingle down her spine from the words.
“It’s cute. You make these faces like a dog chasing squirrels.” Rachel dropped the half-empty box of chocolates on the bed between them, as she set herself down beside Sienna and ate another piece before handing her a Valentine. “I got you a card. And a box of chocolate for you to give to me for me to share with you.”
“I’m so thoughtful,” Sienna laughed as she opened the card. “’Do you like me, check yes or no?’”
“Well?”
“Let me think about it.”
Rachel held up a piece of dark chocolate.
“Yes!” Sienna said smartly.
Rachel popped it into the Brit’s mouth. It was half-melted, so a trickle of chocolate escaped Sienna’s mouth and rolled down her chin. Sienna caught it with her finger and licked it off.
“Sorry, I had to leave them in the car while I got in a fight with a traffic cop. They kinda melted,” Rachel explained.
“You got in a fight with a traffic warden?”
“He was an asshole.”
Sienna laughed so hard her breasts jiggled, making her wince. “Ow! This ruddy bra is rubbing up against my burn. You mind?”
“Not at all,” Rachel deadpanned. “In fact, here.”
She reached over and stripped away Sienna’s bra like a cat burglar or something. Sienna made a noise she really couldn’t quantify and crossed her arms over her chest.
“You don’t have to do that, they look fine,” Rachel said, again with that odd sarcasm. Sienna blew her a kiss, then reached one arm over to grab a chocolate-covered cherry. Rachel watched her eat it, the tart liquid inside soaking her lips as they parted and closed. Wetly.
Decisively, Rachel threw a leg over Sienna, straddling her. Sienna could only look up as Rachel offered her another chocolate. This one she rubbed over Sienna’s lips like lipstick, drawing that first taste out and out and out, making Sienna feel warm and liquid between her legs. Goddamn, Rachel Nichols is turning me on. I have to… have to excuse myself, have to have a good wank, have to… The chocolate slid between her lips, hitting her tongue, so damn delicious that Sienna moaned. Rachel’s fingers lingered there and Sienna licked them clean. I’m such a fucking todger dodger, it’s not even funny. Then again, it wasn’t not like she’d had that much luck with todgers.
Rachel pulled her fingers away, gliding them out of Sienna’s mouth and over her skin, hunched over Sienna like a vampire about to strike. “That looks painful,” she said, those saliva-warm fingers now tracing over Sienna’s breast, the bandage there. It pained her, but in a very… interesting way. “Want me to kiss it better?”
Sienna didn’t say anything, only felt hot and sticky and unaccountably delicious, but Rachel leaned down and kissed her breast anyway. First on the bandage, making it hurt like a dominatrix, then a little to the side, then her teeth settled around Sienna’s nipple and sunk into it like it was a piece of chocolate. Savoring it.
“Fuck!” Sienna cursed, eyes rolling back in her head. “That’s so… that’s so nice!”
“Isn’t it?” Rachel kissed the valley between her breasts, then rubbed her lips over the wet spot her tongue had made. “I think the other one’s feeling left out.”
Sienna looked down. Rachel was right. One of her nipples was very hard and the other was slacking off. It irritated the hell out of that little bit of OCD she had that made her wash her hands all the time.
Rachel lifted herself over Sienna again, smiling in a very self-satisfied sort of way that Sienna would take issue with if Rachel hadn’t made one of her nipples so hard it almost hurt, then she flicked her tongue out at Sienna. Sienna felt her heart flutter. Suddenly, it seemed like there were entire continents of things that Rachel could do with that tongue. She lowered herself slowly to Sienna’s other breast, to the nipple that was hardening a little without being touched, and carefully lavished her tongue around the areola. Slowly at first, like she was tasting each pore, but then faster, and faster, until she was lapping at Sienna’s entire breast.
Sienna put her hands on Rachel’s hips, getting her attention. Rachel felt smooth and warm as the daylight in summer and Sienna had to catch herself before she became obsessed with finding the perfect adjective. “Can I see yours?”
Rachel’s bra slipped away like inhibitions after the last drop of wine. She pulled Sienna up, almost by the hair, and forced her into her cleavage. Sienna couldn’t be happier. She kissed and licked and bit until she found a nipple, then she sucked it like a piece of toffee. Rachel moaned throatily, a fucking wonderful sound, and Sienna grabbed her ass. Groped it, more like. Rachel returned the favor, nearly pulling Sienna off the bed as she cupped Sienna’s backside with both hands. They fell over, Sienna landing on top, and she remembered how you fucked a bird. Her knee settled between Rachel’s legs and went to work.
“Sienna, I… goddamn, Sienna!” Rachel was shocked, surprised, impressed. Sienna put on a little more pressure and watched Rachel’s head shove back into the mattress. Her lips looked so damn kissable that Sienna just had to claim them. Rachel tasted of chocolate, dark and rich.
Sienna felt so slender and thin against Rachel, like she could break apart if Rachel moved the wrong way, or the right way. Even with all her exercise, she was only whipcord-thin, while Rachel was this big strong Amazon. It pinged Sienna in an almost Gerald Butler sort of way. Big strong manly man, only it was more of a big strong yet girly girl.
“I’m gonna come all over your panties!” Rachel moaned.
“Fucking brilliant.”
“No, I mean…” Rachel pulled away, growling at herself. “I’m gonna come all over your panties.” She motioned to her panties, the Sienna Miller signature on the waistband, the damp spot under it.
“Oh.” Sienna leered. “Ready to take off that itchy cotton?”
“I’ll be your slave for life, just get me out of these clothes.”
Sienna ripped Rachel’s panties down her legs. Rachel wiggled away, her taut physique rippling with muscle, and snagged another chocolate before she moved the box onto the bedstand. Smart thinking. Sienna kissed her ankle.
“Up here,” Rachel said. Demonstrating, she rolled the melting chocolate over her lips. Off her chin and down her graceful throat, between those pendulous breasts, over her lean stomach and down, there, between her legs. Circling her clit, dipping into her sex. Then she brought the chocolate up, dripping, to Sienna’s lips.
“Oh Jesus God,” Sienna muttered. She took the chocolate in her mouth. It tasted exquisite, dangerous and rich and delicious, so, so delicious. She kissed Rachel, sharing the taste, hearing Rachel’s faint moan when she tasted herself. Delicious. She licked at the faint residue that trailed away from Rachel’s lips, her tongue laving down Rachel’s throat, giving it a little love bite that made Rachel quake with need.
Rachel’s hands dropped under her breasts, offering them to Sienna. Sienna saw one was still shiny with saliva, so she kissed the second, not stopping her oral caress until she heard Rachel moan. That sound was addictive.
Then she was kissing Rachel’s belly, not letting herself stop, smearing the chocolate almost as much as she tasted it, feeling Rachel’s grunts rattle against her jawbone. “Yes, yes, almost there, yes!”
Then she was between Rachel’s legs and something much richer than chocolate was there for the taking. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Rachel groaned, such a lovely, dirty word. Sienna savored it like she was savoring Rachel. She felt like a carnivore, a hunter. Nothing Rachel had would be left untasted. “Sienna, I’m gonna come, I need you, please!”
Sienna swirled her tongue one last time before pulling herself away. Even without Rachel touching her, the redhead’s pleasure was infectious. Her heart was pounding, her skin was flushed and her panties felt so moist she had to strip them off. Cool air touched her core and she moaned softly.
“Sienna,” Rachel growled impatiently.
Sienna ate another chocolate, feeling the air conditioning on her cunt and Rachel’s need on her ears, before lancing Rachel’s clit with one finger. One long, slender finger.
Rachel sagged back down against the bed, her breasts heaving, her red hair sticking to her face in dark strands. “Give it to me?” she asked.
Sienna’s fingertip described the limits of Rachel’s pussy, the boundaries and territory of it, before slipping inside. Rachel whimpered, her eyes screwed close and her body trembling. “Yes,” she breathed, when she could breathe.
Sienna stared at Rachel. That magnificent body, twisted up in pleasure and sweat and desire, seemed a sight she needed to hold for as long as possible. All those muscles, bending to what she could do with a one finger… It made Sienna want to see what she could do with two.
“Oh God!” Rachel cried as she was invaded, pleasure forcing all other thoughts out of her head. “God yes! Sienna, I need--” The rest was lost in a deep-throated sound of ecstasy. Rachel’s fingers, hard at work.
“Yes, sweetheart?” Sienna asked, bending over Rachel and her whole-hearted bliss like an iron filing drawn to a magnet. Rachel’s sheer enjoyment was so impossible to deny that Sienna needed to feel every aspect of it, feel it break against her skin like the tide or the sun. It was so erotic that Sienna would masturbate to it, if only that didn’t releasing Rachel.
“I need you,” Rachel whispered, her eyes opening with such love and devotion that when Sienna took her hand, her strong and callused hand, and led it down between her own legs, it felt almost religious.
Then Rachel showed how much she needed Sienna and it felt sinful and worldly and perfect.
Sienna wasn’t sure how long they laid there, frigging each other, transfixed by the pleasure flushing their faces and all the countless emotions that shone in their eyes, but it was after they kissed that she orgasmed, they orgasmed, a long and plentiful climax that released them both from the ecstasy that had bound them. They collapsed to the bed, panting and exhausted but still kissing, unable to release each other for long minutes. Sienna felt heat stirring in her loins and that wonderfully painful hardness coiling in her nipples, so she let go of Rachel, rolled off her.
“Sorry, babe. But if we do anymore of that, I’m gonna need to fuck you again.”
“That’d be terrible,” Rachel deadpanned, smirking and clearing the hair out of her eyes.
“What kind of girl do you think I am?” Sienna demanded, reaching across Rachel for another chocolate. Thank God Rachel had gotten one of the diet-defying larger boxes. “Don’t you know it’s a sin to let good chocolate go to waste?”
“I think they mentioned that in Sunday school,” Rachel said as she rolled a hand over Sienna in a way very much not mentioned in Sunday school.
“Besides, it’s Valentine’s Day, and I always watch From Here To Eternity on Valentine’s Day.”
“I think I could download that on my iPhone,” Rachel said brightly.
“Then we don’t have to get out of bed?”
“No. Except for more chocolates.”
“We have a lot of chocolate.”
“That we do.”
Sienna made a contented noise and, dialing up the movie, propped her iPhone up on the bedstand. It didn’t take more than the credits for Rachel to get bored with only being able to paw at Sienna and slip under the covers for a more direct interaction.
“Oh!” Sienna squealed. “You’re going to miss the movie!”
“I know how it ends,” Rachel said before putting her tongue to an altogether quieter use.
“Oh! OH!” Sienna cast one last, longing look at the iPhone. “I suppose we could always start over if we miss anything.”
“Yes,” Rachel said. “Start over if we miss anything…”
“OH!”
Unable to resist a second longer, Sienna pulled the covers up and threw herself under them. After a moment, they opened again for Sienna to grab the box of chocolates and pull them in after her.
Fandom: GI Joe RPF
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,035
Characters/Pairings: Sienna Miller/Rachel Nichols
Summary: Sienna is alone on Valentine’s Day. But not for long.
Sienna felt like bursting into tears. After a sleepless night (thank you, jet lag) she’d spent all day running and jumping and getting slapped around by Snake Eyes until she was one big bruise. And she’d been too tired to have her costume taken off, so now she was lying in bed, sweltering, completely uncomfortable but too tired to move, and it was Valentine’s Day. Maybe she’d get a card. Roses are red, violets are blue, I fucked the nanny, as well as you.
“Knock knock,” Rachel said, pushing the door open to find a black leather catsuit, and the actress inside, sprawled across the hotel room’s bed.
Sienna raised her head, then opened up her curtain of hair. “Did I miss training?” To make boot camp more tolerable, they had resolved to do all their exercising together. It was a great way to catch up on gossip.
“No, I just thought I’d take shelter here from the testosterone storm.” Rachel walked in on her invisible catwalk. She’d found time to change, putting on jean cut-offs and a white top that looked so comfy Sienna could die. And those miles of legs! It made Sienna wonder why she had quit modeling. With those stems, she wasn’t believable as anything else. “The boys are playing a drinking game. First one to pass out loses. Or wins. The emphasis was really on passing out.”
“I’m good at that game.” Sienna moaned, rolling over. She stared up at Rachel as the redhead sat down on the bed and petted her hair.
“Ready to take off that itchy black leather?”
“I’ll be your slave for life, just get me out of these clothes.”
“How many times have I heard that…”
Sienna groaned as Rachel sat her up and tugged off her boots. If it were anyone else, she’d be cursing up a storm, but it was like Rachel had a map between her bruises. She unlatched the stirrups that kept Sienna’s pants so tight, then undid the belt.
“You know, a lot of guys would pay me to do this,” Rachel quipped as she zipped Sienna’s belt out of its loops.
“I’ve dated some of them.” Sienna giggled as Rachel’s fingers danced over the laced eyelets that held her pants and top together. It tickled.
For a moment, there was only the squeak of leather as Rachel wiggled it down Sienna’s hips.
“Don’t you have your own underwear?” Rachel asked.
“Why? Is this someone else’s?” Unbelievably, Sienna found that amusing. It was like Rachel was this happy button she could press when she wanted to feel good. Only not as dirty as that sounded.
“Yes. Donna Karan’s.” Rachel tugged Sienna’s pants all the way off with a flourish. “You don’t wear your own line of underwear?”
“Not when I have to wear skintight leather. Why, do you?”
With her eyes as narrow as a gunslinger’s, Rachel opened her shirt to show off her bra.
Sienna got as close a look as she dared. Rachel had spectacular breasts. They were big and full and… round. Sienna could stare at them all day, just thinking up better adjectives. Pendulous. That was one.
“Don’t you recognize your own line of undies?” Rachel asked, oblivious in her sweet American way.
“It’s not like I knit them by hand,” Sienna said, embarrassed. This wasn’t secondary school, it wasn’t like she could ask her to practice some snogging. “Now could you undo my top? I think I’m losing circulation in my tits.”
“Then would you like a bedtime story?” Rachel teased as she swept behind Sienna to play with her corset and zipper.
Sienna could’ve moaned for every inch of flesh that was released. “And a backrub. And a warm glass of milk.”
“Sweetie!” Rachel muttered, mock-shocked. “I’m not that kind of girl.” She finally undid the zipper, stripping it off Sienna who collapsed on the bed in nearly post-coital bliss. Rachel joined her, eyes drawn to Sienna’s bra.
“Then what kind of girl are you?” Sienna mused archly.
Rachel blushed as red as her hair. “How’s the burn doing?”
“Oh, that.” Sienna looked down at the bandage poking out of her bra-cup. “It’s feeling a lot better.”
“I’ll bet!” Rachel made a teasing grope at Sienna, who squealed and defended herself, one arm across her chest and the other slapping at Rachel. It was a far cry from the fight scene they’d rehearsed endlessly, but Sienna thought audiences might prefer a bra-fight.
Rachel straddled her and tried to pin her wrists down, but Sienna was a biter and it didn’t take long for Rachel to roll off her, warmly flushed and happily loosing her full-bellied laugh. Sienna rolled into her and buried herself in Rachel’s open shirt.
“Mmm,” Rachel growled, pulling on Sienna’s hair a little. “Not such a bad way to spend Valentine’s Day, huh?”
“Your feet are a lot warmer than some of the people I’ve been in bed with.”
Rachel broke away, pelting Sienna with feet before she slipped out of bed and did up her shirt.
“Hey, where’re you off to?” Sienna asked as Rachel put on her sandals. “We can watch,” she turned on the TV, “Duck Tales. In French.”
“I need to pee,” Rachel announced, fixing her hair. “Just stay there and keep looking adorable.”
“Scrumptious, I’ll look scrumptious.” Sienna threw the covers over herself. “So no bedtime story?”
”I’ll sing you a lullaby later, promise!” And with one last grin, Rachel was out the door.
Sienna hugged a pillow to her chest. Despite the Amazon-shaped pick-me-up, she was still exhausted. In no time at all she was fast asleep, dreaming of rehearsing their fight, pinning Rachel down and then stripping her away until all that was left was soft and smooth and sweet.
Sienna woke up, flushed and over-warm, to find Rachel staring at her. Her lips were dark with melted chocolate. “Were you watching me sleep?” Sienna asked, feeling a tingle down her spine from the words.
“It’s cute. You make these faces like a dog chasing squirrels.” Rachel dropped the half-empty box of chocolates on the bed between them, as she set herself down beside Sienna and ate another piece before handing her a Valentine. “I got you a card. And a box of chocolate for you to give to me for me to share with you.”
“I’m so thoughtful,” Sienna laughed as she opened the card. “’Do you like me, check yes or no?’”
“Well?”
“Let me think about it.”
Rachel held up a piece of dark chocolate.
“Yes!” Sienna said smartly.
Rachel popped it into the Brit’s mouth. It was half-melted, so a trickle of chocolate escaped Sienna’s mouth and rolled down her chin. Sienna caught it with her finger and licked it off.
“Sorry, I had to leave them in the car while I got in a fight with a traffic cop. They kinda melted,” Rachel explained.
“You got in a fight with a traffic warden?”
“He was an asshole.”
Sienna laughed so hard her breasts jiggled, making her wince. “Ow! This ruddy bra is rubbing up against my burn. You mind?”
“Not at all,” Rachel deadpanned. “In fact, here.”
She reached over and stripped away Sienna’s bra like a cat burglar or something. Sienna made a noise she really couldn’t quantify and crossed her arms over her chest.
“You don’t have to do that, they look fine,” Rachel said, again with that odd sarcasm. Sienna blew her a kiss, then reached one arm over to grab a chocolate-covered cherry. Rachel watched her eat it, the tart liquid inside soaking her lips as they parted and closed. Wetly.
Decisively, Rachel threw a leg over Sienna, straddling her. Sienna could only look up as Rachel offered her another chocolate. This one she rubbed over Sienna’s lips like lipstick, drawing that first taste out and out and out, making Sienna feel warm and liquid between her legs. Goddamn, Rachel Nichols is turning me on. I have to… have to excuse myself, have to have a good wank, have to… The chocolate slid between her lips, hitting her tongue, so damn delicious that Sienna moaned. Rachel’s fingers lingered there and Sienna licked them clean. I’m such a fucking todger dodger, it’s not even funny. Then again, it wasn’t not like she’d had that much luck with todgers.
Rachel pulled her fingers away, gliding them out of Sienna’s mouth and over her skin, hunched over Sienna like a vampire about to strike. “That looks painful,” she said, those saliva-warm fingers now tracing over Sienna’s breast, the bandage there. It pained her, but in a very… interesting way. “Want me to kiss it better?”
Sienna didn’t say anything, only felt hot and sticky and unaccountably delicious, but Rachel leaned down and kissed her breast anyway. First on the bandage, making it hurt like a dominatrix, then a little to the side, then her teeth settled around Sienna’s nipple and sunk into it like it was a piece of chocolate. Savoring it.
“Fuck!” Sienna cursed, eyes rolling back in her head. “That’s so… that’s so nice!”
“Isn’t it?” Rachel kissed the valley between her breasts, then rubbed her lips over the wet spot her tongue had made. “I think the other one’s feeling left out.”
Sienna looked down. Rachel was right. One of her nipples was very hard and the other was slacking off. It irritated the hell out of that little bit of OCD she had that made her wash her hands all the time.
Rachel lifted herself over Sienna again, smiling in a very self-satisfied sort of way that Sienna would take issue with if Rachel hadn’t made one of her nipples so hard it almost hurt, then she flicked her tongue out at Sienna. Sienna felt her heart flutter. Suddenly, it seemed like there were entire continents of things that Rachel could do with that tongue. She lowered herself slowly to Sienna’s other breast, to the nipple that was hardening a little without being touched, and carefully lavished her tongue around the areola. Slowly at first, like she was tasting each pore, but then faster, and faster, until she was lapping at Sienna’s entire breast.
Sienna put her hands on Rachel’s hips, getting her attention. Rachel felt smooth and warm as the daylight in summer and Sienna had to catch herself before she became obsessed with finding the perfect adjective. “Can I see yours?”
Rachel’s bra slipped away like inhibitions after the last drop of wine. She pulled Sienna up, almost by the hair, and forced her into her cleavage. Sienna couldn’t be happier. She kissed and licked and bit until she found a nipple, then she sucked it like a piece of toffee. Rachel moaned throatily, a fucking wonderful sound, and Sienna grabbed her ass. Groped it, more like. Rachel returned the favor, nearly pulling Sienna off the bed as she cupped Sienna’s backside with both hands. They fell over, Sienna landing on top, and she remembered how you fucked a bird. Her knee settled between Rachel’s legs and went to work.
“Sienna, I… goddamn, Sienna!” Rachel was shocked, surprised, impressed. Sienna put on a little more pressure and watched Rachel’s head shove back into the mattress. Her lips looked so damn kissable that Sienna just had to claim them. Rachel tasted of chocolate, dark and rich.
Sienna felt so slender and thin against Rachel, like she could break apart if Rachel moved the wrong way, or the right way. Even with all her exercise, she was only whipcord-thin, while Rachel was this big strong Amazon. It pinged Sienna in an almost Gerald Butler sort of way. Big strong manly man, only it was more of a big strong yet girly girl.
“I’m gonna come all over your panties!” Rachel moaned.
“Fucking brilliant.”
“No, I mean…” Rachel pulled away, growling at herself. “I’m gonna come all over your panties.” She motioned to her panties, the Sienna Miller signature on the waistband, the damp spot under it.
“Oh.” Sienna leered. “Ready to take off that itchy cotton?”
“I’ll be your slave for life, just get me out of these clothes.”
Sienna ripped Rachel’s panties down her legs. Rachel wiggled away, her taut physique rippling with muscle, and snagged another chocolate before she moved the box onto the bedstand. Smart thinking. Sienna kissed her ankle.
“Up here,” Rachel said. Demonstrating, she rolled the melting chocolate over her lips. Off her chin and down her graceful throat, between those pendulous breasts, over her lean stomach and down, there, between her legs. Circling her clit, dipping into her sex. Then she brought the chocolate up, dripping, to Sienna’s lips.
“Oh Jesus God,” Sienna muttered. She took the chocolate in her mouth. It tasted exquisite, dangerous and rich and delicious, so, so delicious. She kissed Rachel, sharing the taste, hearing Rachel’s faint moan when she tasted herself. Delicious. She licked at the faint residue that trailed away from Rachel’s lips, her tongue laving down Rachel’s throat, giving it a little love bite that made Rachel quake with need.
Rachel’s hands dropped under her breasts, offering them to Sienna. Sienna saw one was still shiny with saliva, so she kissed the second, not stopping her oral caress until she heard Rachel moan. That sound was addictive.
Then she was kissing Rachel’s belly, not letting herself stop, smearing the chocolate almost as much as she tasted it, feeling Rachel’s grunts rattle against her jawbone. “Yes, yes, almost there, yes!”
Then she was between Rachel’s legs and something much richer than chocolate was there for the taking. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Rachel groaned, such a lovely, dirty word. Sienna savored it like she was savoring Rachel. She felt like a carnivore, a hunter. Nothing Rachel had would be left untasted. “Sienna, I’m gonna come, I need you, please!”
Sienna swirled her tongue one last time before pulling herself away. Even without Rachel touching her, the redhead’s pleasure was infectious. Her heart was pounding, her skin was flushed and her panties felt so moist she had to strip them off. Cool air touched her core and she moaned softly.
“Sienna,” Rachel growled impatiently.
Sienna ate another chocolate, feeling the air conditioning on her cunt and Rachel’s need on her ears, before lancing Rachel’s clit with one finger. One long, slender finger.
Rachel sagged back down against the bed, her breasts heaving, her red hair sticking to her face in dark strands. “Give it to me?” she asked.
Sienna’s fingertip described the limits of Rachel’s pussy, the boundaries and territory of it, before slipping inside. Rachel whimpered, her eyes screwed close and her body trembling. “Yes,” she breathed, when she could breathe.
Sienna stared at Rachel. That magnificent body, twisted up in pleasure and sweat and desire, seemed a sight she needed to hold for as long as possible. All those muscles, bending to what she could do with a one finger… It made Sienna want to see what she could do with two.
“Oh God!” Rachel cried as she was invaded, pleasure forcing all other thoughts out of her head. “God yes! Sienna, I need--” The rest was lost in a deep-throated sound of ecstasy. Rachel’s fingers, hard at work.
“Yes, sweetheart?” Sienna asked, bending over Rachel and her whole-hearted bliss like an iron filing drawn to a magnet. Rachel’s sheer enjoyment was so impossible to deny that Sienna needed to feel every aspect of it, feel it break against her skin like the tide or the sun. It was so erotic that Sienna would masturbate to it, if only that didn’t releasing Rachel.
“I need you,” Rachel whispered, her eyes opening with such love and devotion that when Sienna took her hand, her strong and callused hand, and led it down between her own legs, it felt almost religious.
Then Rachel showed how much she needed Sienna and it felt sinful and worldly and perfect.
Sienna wasn’t sure how long they laid there, frigging each other, transfixed by the pleasure flushing their faces and all the countless emotions that shone in their eyes, but it was after they kissed that she orgasmed, they orgasmed, a long and plentiful climax that released them both from the ecstasy that had bound them. They collapsed to the bed, panting and exhausted but still kissing, unable to release each other for long minutes. Sienna felt heat stirring in her loins and that wonderfully painful hardness coiling in her nipples, so she let go of Rachel, rolled off her.
“Sorry, babe. But if we do anymore of that, I’m gonna need to fuck you again.”
“That’d be terrible,” Rachel deadpanned, smirking and clearing the hair out of her eyes.
“What kind of girl do you think I am?” Sienna demanded, reaching across Rachel for another chocolate. Thank God Rachel had gotten one of the diet-defying larger boxes. “Don’t you know it’s a sin to let good chocolate go to waste?”
“I think they mentioned that in Sunday school,” Rachel said as she rolled a hand over Sienna in a way very much not mentioned in Sunday school.
“Besides, it’s Valentine’s Day, and I always watch From Here To Eternity on Valentine’s Day.”
“I think I could download that on my iPhone,” Rachel said brightly.
“Then we don’t have to get out of bed?”
“No. Except for more chocolates.”
“We have a lot of chocolate.”
“That we do.”
Sienna made a contented noise and, dialing up the movie, propped her iPhone up on the bedstand. It didn’t take more than the credits for Rachel to get bored with only being able to paw at Sienna and slip under the covers for a more direct interaction.
“Oh!” Sienna squealed. “You’re going to miss the movie!”
“I know how it ends,” Rachel said before putting her tongue to an altogether quieter use.
“Oh! OH!” Sienna cast one last, longing look at the iPhone. “I suppose we could always start over if we miss anything.”
“Yes,” Rachel said. “Start over if we miss anything…”
“OH!”
Unable to resist a second longer, Sienna pulled the covers up and threw herself under them. After a moment, they opened again for Sienna to grab the box of chocolates and pull them in after her.
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Date: 2009-09-10 10:27 pm (UTC)Hmm, Sienna+Rachel+chocolate=perfect Valentine's y/y?
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Date: 2009-09-11 02:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-10 11:57 pm (UTC)And now I'm off to read. Yay!
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Date: 2009-09-11 12:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-11 02:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-11 02:17 am (UTC)Your icon is WIN, btw. :)
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Date: 2009-09-11 02:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-11 02:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-11 12:59 am (UTC)The fact that I totes believe that something like this probably happened on Valentine's day just makes it that much better!
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Date: 2009-09-11 02:09 am (UTC)How could it not? I don't care how straight you are! Spending the day in bed with Rachel Nichols will make you gay, or at least bisexual.
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Date: 2009-09-11 07:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-11 05:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-13 05:06 am (UTC)Spending the day in bed with Rachel Nichols will make you gay, or at least bisexual.
lol WORD
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Date: 2009-09-13 02:19 pm (UTC)*cold shower time*
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Date: 2010-02-13 03:28 am (UTC)So freaking hot! :) Loved it.