Steal Some Covers, Share Some Skin, Z/Tennessee, R
Title: Steal Some Covers, Share Some Skin
Authors:
fallintosilence and boweryd
Rating: R
Pairing: Z/Tennessee
Word Count: 4,500+
Summary: The working title of this fic was "Fumbly Teenage Lesbians, oh my lord." That should tell you all you need to know.
Warnings: Both characters are under the age of 18 but of the legal age of consent.
Author Notes: Written for the kink bingo prompt "teasing." Thanks toalmostblue for the beta! You are a rock star. Title from the song "Sunday Morning" by Maroon 5. Yes, Maroon 5. What of it?
"You are not actually wearing that to bed," Z says, as soon as Tennessee steps out of the bathroom.
"Yes," Tennessee says. "As a matter of fact, I am. I like it, I found it in our attic."
"Shocking," Z says, because seriously, Tennessee might as well be wearing a suit of armor to bed. The nightgown is long-sleeved and high-necked and hits Tennessee's shins, even though Z's pretty sure it's supposed to be ankle length and Tennessee is just too tall for it.
"I'm not making fun of your Spice Girls shirt," Tennessee says, falling onto the bed with a huff.
"That's because my Spice Girls shirt is awesome," Z says, shimmying out of her sleep pants and pointedly ignoring the way Tennessee's eyes jump down to her bare legs. "And awesome for sleeping in. Unlike your great grandmother's funeral robe."
"That's not even a logical comparison," Tennessee says, rolling her eyes. She starts to fidget when Z doesn't reply, but Z's too busy thinking of increasingly ludicrous reasons for Tennessee to be wearing a full nightgown to bed, and ends up at Tennessee wanting to break up. It's possible she's over-thinking things and maybe starting to freak out.
Z manages to keep her mouth shut for maybe a minute before she finally blurts out, "Is this an us thing?" Tennessee glances up at her and Z sits down beside her on the bed, reaching out to toy with the crocheted edge of Tennessee's sleeve. "We said this wouldn't be weird. Last time didn't feel weird."
"Last time we were in separate sleeping bags in Charlotte's den, not alone in your room together," Tennessee says, blushing slightly. "Not that I'm complaining, and it's not weird, it's just--"
"A little weird?" Z finishes for her, laughing when Tennessee nods. "I know," she says, leaning in and kissing Tennessee softly. "But not, like, in a bad way, right?" Z says when she pulls back.
"No," Tennessee grins, "not in a bad way."
"Are you afraid that you won't be able to resist me?" Z asks, smirking at Tennessee and leaning in to kiss at her jaw.
"More like you won't be able to resist me," Tennessee says. "You'll ravage me and despoil my virtue and then I'll be a scarlet woman."
"Now you're even talking like it's the 1800s," Z says as she tugs at Tennessee's hideous nightgown. "Off. Off immediately, because I refuse to spend tomorrow churning butter instead of shopping."
"I don't have anything else to wear," Tennessee insists stubbornly, smacking at Z's hands.
"Here," Z says as she hops up and digs through her dresser drawers, tossing a worn white tank top at Tennessee's head. "Assuming you're wearing underwear, and if not, I don't think you have any room to talk about me despoiling you."
"I despise you," Tennessee says, standing up and glancing awkwardly at the bathroom door before shaking her head and turning her back to Z to change. Z swallows when Tennessee pulls the monstrosity over her head, and it's stupid, it's so stupid, because it's not like they haven't seen each other naked before. But that was before they were dating, and there's no reason Z should be blushing at the sight of Tennessee's back, but here she is. She feels even stupider when she lets her eyes travel down to Tennessee's underwear. They're just boy shorts, grey and polka-dotted and Z was there when she bought them, for fuck's sake, but she can't keep her mind from wandering, can't help but think about sliding them over Tennessee's hips, down her long legs, and Z's pretty sure her sexual frustration has driven her to insanity.
"See?" Z says once Tennessee turns around, swallowing when her voice comes out all strange and scratchy. "Much better." Maybe Tennessee's chastity armor was a good idea, though, because holy shit. Tennessee's legs are impossibly long and her breasts are straining against the worn fabric of the tank top so Z can just see the shadow of Tennessee's nipples, and she has got to make herself stop staring, like, now.
"Was this all a ploy to stare at my tits?" Tennessee asks, smirking as Z winces and tears her eyes away.
"Not originally."
Tennessee laughs, reaching out for Z's wrist and tugging until they both fall back onto the bed, landing in a pile of what Z's pretty sure are eleven elbows.
"Oww," she says, squirming until she's extricated herself and is resting comfortably on Tennessee's arm, their legs tangled together. Tennessee plays with the hair right above Z's ear, where it's soft and fine and ticklish, and Z shivers and presses a little closer, rubbing her toes against Tennessee's ankles. There's a little patch of stubble right above the bone, where Tennessee always misses when she shaves. Z runs her big toe over it, and then squeaks embarrassingly when Tennessee grabs her around the waist and rolls, tugging Z on top of her body.
"Hi," Tennessee says, looking up at Z from under her bangs. "I thought maybe you'd like to make out now?"
"We can do that," Z says, wiggling a little and trying not to gasp when Tennessee drops her legs open a bit, making room for Z to lie between them. They've been dating for a month, but Z still gets that nervous-excited feeling every time they do this, even though lately it just makes her want more.
"Well come on, then," Tennessee mumbles, grabbing at the back of Z's neck and pulling her down until their lips touch. Tennessee's lips are slippery from chapstick and she kisses softly at first, even as her fingers grab tightly at Z's hair. Z opens her mouth and kisses back hard, though, dragging Tennessee's bottom lip between her teeth until Tennessee squeezes her thighs around Z's hips, kissing back just as hard and making a noise into Z's mouth.
"You're so bitey tonight," Tennessee huffs out after Z bites at her lips again, and Z laughs, trailing her lips down Tennessee's throat to nip at the skin there before meeting her mouth again.
"I can't help that you're so fun to bite," Z says when she pulls back from the kiss to catch her breath. Tennessee grins and runs a hand down Z's spine, petting at the small of her back and smirking when Z shivers.
"Stop playing dirty," Z says, closing her eyes and dropping her head to Tennessee's shoulder as Tennessee blatantly ignores her and keeps petting at Z's back, pushing her shirt up so she can get at bare skin. Z whines embarrassingly, because holy shit. It's far from the first time they've been in this exact position, but it feels different, their bare legs tangled up and their chests pressing together. Z's skin feels electrified, the tiny hairs along her arms and at the back of her neck standing on end, and she bites down a little at Tennessee's shoulder. Tennessee laughs low in her throat and presses Z closer, shifting her a bit to the side, and then all of a sudden Z's straddling Tennessee's thigh, and oh my god.
Z pulls back, staring down at Tennessee's wide eyes and then leaning in to kiss her, deep and desperate. They're both breathing fast and hard and Z can't help it when she starts squirming impatiently against Tennessee, rocking down against Tennessee's thigh as she presses her own forward. Tennessee gasps, arching up a little, and Z can feel her, warm and maybe just a little wet. She's starting to think about getting Tennessee naked, about kissing down her stomach and licking at her until Tennessee's shaking, and. They really should go to bed now, or Z's going to do something stupid and freak Tennessee out and then her life will be over.
"We have to stop," she gasps, pulling back and forcing herself to still her hips. "Tenn, we have to stop or something terrible will happen."
"You do realize I can't actually get you preggers, right?" Tennessee asks, reaching up to kiss at Z's neck. "I know you passed biology."
"Shut up, oh my god," Z groans, wiggling out of Tennessee's arms and collapsing on the opposite side of the bed, breathing hard and staring at Tennessee, which is a mistake. Tennessee's panting, her legs still dropped open and her mouth red and swollen and she's looking at Z like she maybe wants to murder her.
"We're not rushing, remember?" Z reminds her.
"I remember," Tennessee says. "Why is that again?"
"Because of our friendship," Z says, pointedly getting under the covers. "And the band," she adds as she turns off the lamp. "Was there something about virtue?"
"That was just Charlotte making fun of us," Tennessee sighs in the dark as she crawls toward the head of the bed.
Z holds very, very still as Tennessee slides under the covers, her stomach still tight and wound up and her chest clenched up with nerves.
"I'm going to kiss you goodnight," Tennessee says, "but it's very dark, so I do apologize if I end up kissing your eye."
Z laughs, the tight feeling in her chest fading as Tennessee kisses just to the side of her mouth.
"Goodnight," Tennessee says softly as she pulls back, fumbling with the pillows.
"Night," Z whispers, still lying stiffly on her back, staring up at the ceiling. She wants to turn over, curl herself around Tennessee, but it's another stupid, weird grey area now that Tennessee's her girlfriend. Z doesn't know if there's, like, lesbian sleepover etiquette she should be following, and she's so busy thinking that it takes her a second to realize that Tennessee's turned over.
"Go to sleep," Tennessee says fondly, her hand finding Z's under the blankets and holding on as she settles her head on Z's shoulder. Tennessee's hair tickles Z's arm, and Z smiles and scoots a little closer as she closes her eyes.
-
Z wakes up from a dream about Tennessee and a swimming pool and she can still feel the sun on her shoulders, still taste the chlorine from the water she'd licked off of Tennessee's lips, and neck, and breasts, and oh man, that was a nice dream. The first thing she sees when she blinks open her eyes is Tennessee, sprawled out on her back with one leg hanging off the mattress, her hair fanning across her pillow and tangling up with Z's. Tennessee's kicked the covers off, like always, and her nipples are hard and pointed, straining up against the fabric of her tank top. The sunlight is streaming in from the window and making Tennessee's skin glow and Z feels a little overwhelmed by how badly she wants to lean over and kiss Tennessee-- her lips, her neck, her breasts. She's still lying there frozen and staring at Tennessee stupidly when Tennessee blinks her eyes open slowly.
Tennessee turns her head toward Z, yawning widely and giggling when Z wrinkles her nose. "Morning," Tennessee mumbles sleepily, rubbing her face into the pillow. "I had a dream about frozen peas."
Z snorts and tries her best not to openly stare as Tennessee stretches and arches up, but she's pretty sure she fails when Tennessee looks at her questioningly and darts in, kissing Z quickly.
"Morning," Tennessee says again, a joking leer in her voice, and Z rolls her eyes and rests her head against Tennessee's chest to hide her blush. Which turns out to be a mistake, because, hi, Tennessee's chest. Z can't quite stop herself from brushing her fingers lightly over Tennessee's breast, and Tennessee makes a little noise and arches up, looking down at Z with big eyes and brushing her fingers at Z's cheek.
"Please?" Z asks, and Tennessee nods and pets shakily at Z's head, running her fingers through Z's hair and then tugging a little when Z leans in to suck at her nipple through the fabric of her tank top. Tennessee gasps and squirms, and Z brings her hand back up to brush her palm over the curve of Tennessee's breast. Tennessee arches up and Z pulls back, reaching out with shaking fingers to brush over the wet fabric.
"Sorry," she says, "I had this dream, and I just wanted to--"
"This is not a situation you should feel bad about, I promise," Tennessee says breathlessly, arching up and pushing her breast into Z's palm. "I-- harder, you can touch harder," Tennessee says, so Z does, touching her fingers to Tennessee's nipple, pressing against the wet fabric. She squeezes gently at Tennessee's other breast and Tennessee's hips arch up automatically. Tennessee's giggling breathlessly when she says, "Z, I-- I don't even know what I want to say."
It's such a Tennessee thing to say in the first place that Z laughs, dropping her face to Tennessee's shoulder and reaching for the hem of the tank top, tugging it up slowly.
"Yes," Tennessee breathes out before Z even gets a chance to ask, and Z smiles and kisses the tip of Tennessee's nose, pulling the tank top up to her neck. Tennessee sits up so she can take the whole thing off, and Z's stomach goes tight when Tennessee settles back down. Tennessee's so pale and gorgeous and Z squirms closer so she can kiss at the smooth skin of Tennessee's chest. She lets her lips skim over the exposed curves of Tennessee's breasts and then further up, sucking at the spot on Tennessee's collarbone she'd found last week. She grins to herself when Tennessee gasps.
Z keeps a hand on Tennessee's breast, squeezing lightly as she kisses her, biting a little at her bottom lip when Tennessee reaches out and tugs her closer. Tennessee drags Z's lip between her teeth and Z groans, pulling her hand away from Tennessee's breast to slide it lower, trailing her fingers down over the soft skin of Tennessee's stomach and letting them rest on the waistband of her underwear.
"See? I told you that you'd be more comfortable in this, instead of that grandma monstrosity," Z says against Tennessee's mouth, and Tennessee huffs out a laugh.
"It's a nightgown, thank you. And-- oh, shut up. You just like me in less clothing."
"I sure don't hate it," Z says in a low voice, letting her fingers brush down over the front of Tennessee's underwear, between her legs. Tennessee's hips jerk up and she makes a startled noise, tilting her head up to get back at Z's mouth.
"Z," Tennessee whines, squirming underneath Z's hand as she strokes slowly at Tennessee through the thin cloth of her underwear. Z likes this, likes being able to touch Tennessee without actually touching her - sort of like a practice run just in case she fucks something up. It's less intimidating like this, but it still makes Tennessee's thighs twitch, her stomach jumping whenever Z adds more pressure with her fingers.
"Yeah?" Z can feel the way Tennessee tenses up at the touch of her fingers, but then she's kissing Z harder and relaxing back into the bed.
"You're maddening," Tennessee huffs, and Z laughs against Tennessee's throat, letting her fingers brush down lower, pressing in a little. She tilts her head away from Tennessee's mouth to watch where her fingers press, and she hears Tennessee's gasp, feels her hips jerk again. "Well, alright, if you must then you must, but don't keep teasing."
"But you're so fucking cute," Z replies, letting her fingers press a little harder as he keeps stroking up and down the front of Tennessee's underwear. She wants to press in, wants to hook her fingers under the material to see if Tennessee's wet, but Tennessee's breathing hard now and teasing her is pretty damn fun on its own.
Z spreads the fingers of her hand out on Tennessee's thigh and uses just her thumb to rub at Tennessee, harder now, making sure to press down in the general vicinity of Tennessee's clit. Tennessee whines again, tilting her head back and arching her hips up, and Z takes that as a good thing, increasing the pressure.
"Hey, is this okay?" Z asks, voice husky. She kisses at Tennessee's throat and Tennessee's breath hitches.
"Z, please, more. I need more, I want-- oh lord," Tennessee groans, turning her face into the pillow as Z slides the rest of her fingers back and presses them lower, pressing in, smiling when she feels how damp Tennessee's underwear is under her knuckles. She keeps her thumb on Tennessee's clit, though, squeezing her own legs together when Tennessee starts to squirm more, her breathing shallow and fast.
"Fuck, Tenn, I wish you could see how hot you look," Z says, bringing up her other hand to cup at Tennessee's breast. Tennessee's nipples are flushed hard and stand out starkly from her pale skin, and Z just wants to stare, but she's starting to feel sympathy for Tennessee, and how close she must be already. Z tilts her head down so she can fit her lips around one of Tennessee's nipples, sucking hard at it. Tennessee cries out softly, her hips straining up, trying to rub herself against Z's hand. Z tugs at Tennessee's nipple a little with her teeth and Tennessee's breath hitches again. Z can feel where it's getting more slippery under Tennessee's underwear, but the material keeps enough friction for Z to keep rubbing hard at Tennessee's clit, back and forth, moving with Tennessee's straining hips.
"Are you-- are you going to come, do you think?" Z asks, and Tennessee chokes out a short laugh, but she arches up harder with Z's hand, spreading her legs wider and planting her feet on the bed.
"C'mon, Z, please. Please," Tennessee whines, and Z moves her lips to suck at Tennessee's other nipple as she speeds up her thumb, rubbing hard right over Tennessee's clit through the underwear. Z doesn't know if she's going too far but she presses in with her fingers anyway, lower where Tennessee's most wet, and that's when Tennessee arches up and her thighs start trembling as she comes, her breath hitching loudly.
Z kisses at the flushed skin between Tennessee's breasts as she shivers through her orgasm, finally slumping back into the bed and twitching away from Z's thumb.
"Holy shit," Z says, pulling her thumb back and sitting up enough that she can stare down between Tennessee's legs. They're thrown open wide, her thighs still twitching, and Z can see where the fabric of Tennessee's underwear is dark and wet. Z strokes over it lightly, letting her fingers press in just a little and staring, wide-eyed, as Tennessee's hips twitch up again. Tennessee's underwear are twisted to the side just enough that Z can see a hint of skin, a bit of hair, and it's not like she's sorry that Tennessee came - because, seriously, holy shit - but she wanted to touch.
"Hey, can I--" Z asks, stroking her fingers just under the edge of Tennessee's underwear.
"I can't go again, oh my goodness, Z," Tennessee gasps, but Z shakes her head and ducks down to kiss her lightly.
"Not that," she says. "I just want to... touch," Z trails off, blushing.
"Oh," Tennessee says, sounding surprised. "I-- are you sure?"
"If you had any idea how much time I have spent thinking about this over the past month, you would not be asking me that," Z says, rolling her eyes fondly.
Tennessee nods, arching up to kiss Z again, and Z lets her fingers push further under the edge of Tennessee's underwear, sliding slickly across the wet skin. They both gasp into each other's mouths when Z's fingers slide inside, just her fingertips, and it was mostly an accident but now that she's there Z can't help but push in, just a little. She groans at the way Tennessee's hips twitch forward as she clenches down around Z's fingers. She's warm and soft and so wet, and Z really wishes Tennessee could go again, because oh my god.
Z doesn't realize just how intently she's pressing herself against Tennessee's hip, sort of just shamelessly grinding against her, until Tennessee laughs at her softly.
"Oh, oh it's your turn, Z, take your hand out of my underpants," Tennessee says, pressing her thigh against the front of Z's underwear, and Z groans.
"Who even says underpants, oh my god." Z doesn't want to stop touching Tennessee, but she's wet and aching and getting off sounds like a really good idea. Z grunts a little, too frustrated to care, and takes her fingers away from Tennessee, going to slip them immediately into her own underwear. Tennessee chokes out a surprised noise, and when Z looks up Tennessee is staring at her, her eyes wide and dark.
"Z," Tennessee says, sitting up, "stop that." She moves forward and pushes at Z's shoulders until Z falls over and lands with a huff, finally pulling her fingers out of her own underwear. She's about to complain because she was busy, but then Tennessee is leaning over her body, kissing Z soft and sweet. It's kind of a strange contrast with the way she slips her hand beneath the waistband of Z's underwear and just goes for it, her fingers stroking over Z where she's wet and aching, and her thumb seeking out Z's clit.
"Oh fuck," she gasps out, arching up. "Tennessee, shit, what--"
"You've got a dirty mouth once someone gets their hand down your knickers, Z," Tennessee says with a grin, and Z rolls her eyes and smacks at Tennessee's arm, her fingers curling in and holding on a second later when Tennessee slides a finger inside. "Alright, yeah?" Tennessee asks, and Z nods helplessly.
"Yeah, yes, oh my god," Z gasps. "You can-- more," she says, past the point of caring. "You can use two."
"I was hoping you'd say that," Tennessee says happily as she presses another finger in. Tennessee's fingers are long, longer than Z's, pressing deeper than she's used to and rubbing firmly inside. "I've been thinking about this too, just so you know," Tennessee says conversationally as she uses her free hand to push Z's t-shirt up, leaning down to kiss at her breast and lick teasingly over Z's nipple. "A lot. In great detail."
"Oh my god, stop talking," Z gasps. "I can't-- I don't understand words right now, just come on," Z babbles, pressing her feet into the bed and arching up against Tennessee's hand. Tennessee's fingers sink in deeper and it's so good, turning the ache between Z's legs into a steady throb.
"Oh, wow," Tennessee laughs, "I am so never letting you forget you said that."
"Tennessee," Z groans, because she's so, so close, with Tennessee's fingers pressing up just right, her thumb working circles on Z's clit. When Tennessee leans down to kiss at Z's neck, Z cries out and comes, hard and sudden, her hand digging into Tennessee's arm as her hips jerk up roughly and she clenches down around Tennessee's fingers.
"Okay," Z yelps after a few seconds when Tennessee keeps her fingers going. Her clit is oversensitive under Tennessee's thumb and her hips jerk away violently. "Enough, enough, oh my god."
Tennessee makes a disappointed noise and pulls her fingers out of Z's underwear, bringing them up to her mouth and licking hesitantly at one. "Oh, well," she says, sucking her fingers into her mouth fully. "Next time I am definitely going down on you. Been thinking about that too," Tennessee says cheerfully.
Z's about to say something - and it was probably going to be totally smooth and suave, too - but then Tennessee is pushing her fingers into Z's open mouth, and she's so surprised she closes her lips around them instinctively, tasting herself.
"Goodness, that's hot," Tennessee says a little breathlessly. "When can we go again?"
Z rolls her eyes, nipping at Tennessee's fingers until she pulls them back. "What are you?" she asks, letting Tennessee tug her close. "Did I or did I not have to convince you to take your grandma clothes off last night, and now you're like a sex addict."
"Are you complaining?" Tennessee asks, and she's grinning but Z can see her ears heating up, the way they do when she's embarrassed. Z leans down to kiss her, still tasting herself on Tennessee's lips.
"I am not complaining even a little," Z says, tucking her head in under Tennessee's chin and wiggling until her t-shirt slides back down. "And we can go again just as soon as you go make me breakfast."
"Does toast count?"
"No," Z says, sucking idly at Tennessee's collarbone.
"Cereal?" Tennessee's breath hitches slightly and Z grins.
"Crepes," Z says. "Or I'm never putting out again."
"I never should have let on that I can make those," Tennessee groans, squeezing Z closer.
"Probably not, no," Z says, tucking her toes in between Tennessee's legs.
"Are you only dating me for my crepes?"
"Well, first the crepes, now the sex."
"Wow," Tennessee says with a laugh, sitting up a little in bed.
"I feel okay about my priorities," Z says, grinning and ducking her head when Tennessee smacks her with a pillow. Z laughs and goes to roll on top of Tennessee to kiss her, but Tennessee squirms away, grabbing the blanket and pulling it up over her bare chest. Z can see the blush creeping up in Tennessee's face and she moves up to settle in next to her, brushing her fingers over Tennessee's bare shoulder. "Hey. No being weird."
"I'm being modest," Tennessee protests, shivering a little under the covers. "It's completely different from being weird."
"Well don't be modest, either," Z says, waggling her eyebrows, and Tennessee giggles at that. "But hey, seriously," Z says after a few seconds, "no hiding. I like seeing you," she adds, leaning down to kiss softy at Tennessee's collarbone, peeking out from underneath the blanket. Tennessee shivers again and Z starts to push the covers down, just enough to expose Tennessee's breasts. Z kisses the side of her breast, her lips trailing up, and Tennessee squirms under the covers and makes a small noise as she reaches up to tangle her hand in Z's hair.
"Z, if you keep that up you are never going to get crepes," Tennessee says softly.
Z pauses, pulling back slightly, and Tennessee chokes out a laugh.
"Wow, really? Really?" she asks incredulously.
Z drops her head and laughs into Tennessee's soft skin, throwing an arm over her stomach and cuddling close. "They're really good crepes, okay?"
Authors:
fallintosilence and bowerydRating: R
Pairing: Z/Tennessee
Word Count: 4,500+
Summary: The working title of this fic was "Fumbly Teenage Lesbians, oh my lord." That should tell you all you need to know.
Warnings: Both characters are under the age of 18 but of the legal age of consent.
Author Notes: Written for the kink bingo prompt "teasing." Thanks to
almostblue for the beta! You are a rock star. Title from the song "Sunday Morning" by Maroon 5. Yes, Maroon 5. What of it?"You are not actually wearing that to bed," Z says, as soon as Tennessee steps out of the bathroom.
"Yes," Tennessee says. "As a matter of fact, I am. I like it, I found it in our attic."
"Shocking," Z says, because seriously, Tennessee might as well be wearing a suit of armor to bed. The nightgown is long-sleeved and high-necked and hits Tennessee's shins, even though Z's pretty sure it's supposed to be ankle length and Tennessee is just too tall for it.
"I'm not making fun of your Spice Girls shirt," Tennessee says, falling onto the bed with a huff.
"That's because my Spice Girls shirt is awesome," Z says, shimmying out of her sleep pants and pointedly ignoring the way Tennessee's eyes jump down to her bare legs. "And awesome for sleeping in. Unlike your great grandmother's funeral robe."
"That's not even a logical comparison," Tennessee says, rolling her eyes. She starts to fidget when Z doesn't reply, but Z's too busy thinking of increasingly ludicrous reasons for Tennessee to be wearing a full nightgown to bed, and ends up at Tennessee wanting to break up. It's possible she's over-thinking things and maybe starting to freak out.
Z manages to keep her mouth shut for maybe a minute before she finally blurts out, "Is this an us thing?" Tennessee glances up at her and Z sits down beside her on the bed, reaching out to toy with the crocheted edge of Tennessee's sleeve. "We said this wouldn't be weird. Last time didn't feel weird."
"Last time we were in separate sleeping bags in Charlotte's den, not alone in your room together," Tennessee says, blushing slightly. "Not that I'm complaining, and it's not weird, it's just--"
"A little weird?" Z finishes for her, laughing when Tennessee nods. "I know," she says, leaning in and kissing Tennessee softly. "But not, like, in a bad way, right?" Z says when she pulls back.
"No," Tennessee grins, "not in a bad way."
"Are you afraid that you won't be able to resist me?" Z asks, smirking at Tennessee and leaning in to kiss at her jaw.
"More like you won't be able to resist me," Tennessee says. "You'll ravage me and despoil my virtue and then I'll be a scarlet woman."
"Now you're even talking like it's the 1800s," Z says as she tugs at Tennessee's hideous nightgown. "Off. Off immediately, because I refuse to spend tomorrow churning butter instead of shopping."
"I don't have anything else to wear," Tennessee insists stubbornly, smacking at Z's hands.
"Here," Z says as she hops up and digs through her dresser drawers, tossing a worn white tank top at Tennessee's head. "Assuming you're wearing underwear, and if not, I don't think you have any room to talk about me despoiling you."
"I despise you," Tennessee says, standing up and glancing awkwardly at the bathroom door before shaking her head and turning her back to Z to change. Z swallows when Tennessee pulls the monstrosity over her head, and it's stupid, it's so stupid, because it's not like they haven't seen each other naked before. But that was before they were dating, and there's no reason Z should be blushing at the sight of Tennessee's back, but here she is. She feels even stupider when she lets her eyes travel down to Tennessee's underwear. They're just boy shorts, grey and polka-dotted and Z was there when she bought them, for fuck's sake, but she can't keep her mind from wandering, can't help but think about sliding them over Tennessee's hips, down her long legs, and Z's pretty sure her sexual frustration has driven her to insanity.
"See?" Z says once Tennessee turns around, swallowing when her voice comes out all strange and scratchy. "Much better." Maybe Tennessee's chastity armor was a good idea, though, because holy shit. Tennessee's legs are impossibly long and her breasts are straining against the worn fabric of the tank top so Z can just see the shadow of Tennessee's nipples, and she has got to make herself stop staring, like, now.
"Was this all a ploy to stare at my tits?" Tennessee asks, smirking as Z winces and tears her eyes away.
"Not originally."
Tennessee laughs, reaching out for Z's wrist and tugging until they both fall back onto the bed, landing in a pile of what Z's pretty sure are eleven elbows.
"Oww," she says, squirming until she's extricated herself and is resting comfortably on Tennessee's arm, their legs tangled together. Tennessee plays with the hair right above Z's ear, where it's soft and fine and ticklish, and Z shivers and presses a little closer, rubbing her toes against Tennessee's ankles. There's a little patch of stubble right above the bone, where Tennessee always misses when she shaves. Z runs her big toe over it, and then squeaks embarrassingly when Tennessee grabs her around the waist and rolls, tugging Z on top of her body.
"Hi," Tennessee says, looking up at Z from under her bangs. "I thought maybe you'd like to make out now?"
"We can do that," Z says, wiggling a little and trying not to gasp when Tennessee drops her legs open a bit, making room for Z to lie between them. They've been dating for a month, but Z still gets that nervous-excited feeling every time they do this, even though lately it just makes her want more.
"Well come on, then," Tennessee mumbles, grabbing at the back of Z's neck and pulling her down until their lips touch. Tennessee's lips are slippery from chapstick and she kisses softly at first, even as her fingers grab tightly at Z's hair. Z opens her mouth and kisses back hard, though, dragging Tennessee's bottom lip between her teeth until Tennessee squeezes her thighs around Z's hips, kissing back just as hard and making a noise into Z's mouth.
"You're so bitey tonight," Tennessee huffs out after Z bites at her lips again, and Z laughs, trailing her lips down Tennessee's throat to nip at the skin there before meeting her mouth again.
"I can't help that you're so fun to bite," Z says when she pulls back from the kiss to catch her breath. Tennessee grins and runs a hand down Z's spine, petting at the small of her back and smirking when Z shivers.
"Stop playing dirty," Z says, closing her eyes and dropping her head to Tennessee's shoulder as Tennessee blatantly ignores her and keeps petting at Z's back, pushing her shirt up so she can get at bare skin. Z whines embarrassingly, because holy shit. It's far from the first time they've been in this exact position, but it feels different, their bare legs tangled up and their chests pressing together. Z's skin feels electrified, the tiny hairs along her arms and at the back of her neck standing on end, and she bites down a little at Tennessee's shoulder. Tennessee laughs low in her throat and presses Z closer, shifting her a bit to the side, and then all of a sudden Z's straddling Tennessee's thigh, and oh my god.
Z pulls back, staring down at Tennessee's wide eyes and then leaning in to kiss her, deep and desperate. They're both breathing fast and hard and Z can't help it when she starts squirming impatiently against Tennessee, rocking down against Tennessee's thigh as she presses her own forward. Tennessee gasps, arching up a little, and Z can feel her, warm and maybe just a little wet. She's starting to think about getting Tennessee naked, about kissing down her stomach and licking at her until Tennessee's shaking, and. They really should go to bed now, or Z's going to do something stupid and freak Tennessee out and then her life will be over.
"We have to stop," she gasps, pulling back and forcing herself to still her hips. "Tenn, we have to stop or something terrible will happen."
"You do realize I can't actually get you preggers, right?" Tennessee asks, reaching up to kiss at Z's neck. "I know you passed biology."
"Shut up, oh my god," Z groans, wiggling out of Tennessee's arms and collapsing on the opposite side of the bed, breathing hard and staring at Tennessee, which is a mistake. Tennessee's panting, her legs still dropped open and her mouth red and swollen and she's looking at Z like she maybe wants to murder her.
"We're not rushing, remember?" Z reminds her.
"I remember," Tennessee says. "Why is that again?"
"Because of our friendship," Z says, pointedly getting under the covers. "And the band," she adds as she turns off the lamp. "Was there something about virtue?"
"That was just Charlotte making fun of us," Tennessee sighs in the dark as she crawls toward the head of the bed.
Z holds very, very still as Tennessee slides under the covers, her stomach still tight and wound up and her chest clenched up with nerves.
"I'm going to kiss you goodnight," Tennessee says, "but it's very dark, so I do apologize if I end up kissing your eye."
Z laughs, the tight feeling in her chest fading as Tennessee kisses just to the side of her mouth.
"Goodnight," Tennessee says softly as she pulls back, fumbling with the pillows.
"Night," Z whispers, still lying stiffly on her back, staring up at the ceiling. She wants to turn over, curl herself around Tennessee, but it's another stupid, weird grey area now that Tennessee's her girlfriend. Z doesn't know if there's, like, lesbian sleepover etiquette she should be following, and she's so busy thinking that it takes her a second to realize that Tennessee's turned over.
"Go to sleep," Tennessee says fondly, her hand finding Z's under the blankets and holding on as she settles her head on Z's shoulder. Tennessee's hair tickles Z's arm, and Z smiles and scoots a little closer as she closes her eyes.
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Z wakes up from a dream about Tennessee and a swimming pool and she can still feel the sun on her shoulders, still taste the chlorine from the water she'd licked off of Tennessee's lips, and neck, and breasts, and oh man, that was a nice dream. The first thing she sees when she blinks open her eyes is Tennessee, sprawled out on her back with one leg hanging off the mattress, her hair fanning across her pillow and tangling up with Z's. Tennessee's kicked the covers off, like always, and her nipples are hard and pointed, straining up against the fabric of her tank top. The sunlight is streaming in from the window and making Tennessee's skin glow and Z feels a little overwhelmed by how badly she wants to lean over and kiss Tennessee-- her lips, her neck, her breasts. She's still lying there frozen and staring at Tennessee stupidly when Tennessee blinks her eyes open slowly.
Tennessee turns her head toward Z, yawning widely and giggling when Z wrinkles her nose. "Morning," Tennessee mumbles sleepily, rubbing her face into the pillow. "I had a dream about frozen peas."
Z snorts and tries her best not to openly stare as Tennessee stretches and arches up, but she's pretty sure she fails when Tennessee looks at her questioningly and darts in, kissing Z quickly.
"Morning," Tennessee says again, a joking leer in her voice, and Z rolls her eyes and rests her head against Tennessee's chest to hide her blush. Which turns out to be a mistake, because, hi, Tennessee's chest. Z can't quite stop herself from brushing her fingers lightly over Tennessee's breast, and Tennessee makes a little noise and arches up, looking down at Z with big eyes and brushing her fingers at Z's cheek.
"Please?" Z asks, and Tennessee nods and pets shakily at Z's head, running her fingers through Z's hair and then tugging a little when Z leans in to suck at her nipple through the fabric of her tank top. Tennessee gasps and squirms, and Z brings her hand back up to brush her palm over the curve of Tennessee's breast. Tennessee arches up and Z pulls back, reaching out with shaking fingers to brush over the wet fabric.
"Sorry," she says, "I had this dream, and I just wanted to--"
"This is not a situation you should feel bad about, I promise," Tennessee says breathlessly, arching up and pushing her breast into Z's palm. "I-- harder, you can touch harder," Tennessee says, so Z does, touching her fingers to Tennessee's nipple, pressing against the wet fabric. She squeezes gently at Tennessee's other breast and Tennessee's hips arch up automatically. Tennessee's giggling breathlessly when she says, "Z, I-- I don't even know what I want to say."
It's such a Tennessee thing to say in the first place that Z laughs, dropping her face to Tennessee's shoulder and reaching for the hem of the tank top, tugging it up slowly.
"Yes," Tennessee breathes out before Z even gets a chance to ask, and Z smiles and kisses the tip of Tennessee's nose, pulling the tank top up to her neck. Tennessee sits up so she can take the whole thing off, and Z's stomach goes tight when Tennessee settles back down. Tennessee's so pale and gorgeous and Z squirms closer so she can kiss at the smooth skin of Tennessee's chest. She lets her lips skim over the exposed curves of Tennessee's breasts and then further up, sucking at the spot on Tennessee's collarbone she'd found last week. She grins to herself when Tennessee gasps.
Z keeps a hand on Tennessee's breast, squeezing lightly as she kisses her, biting a little at her bottom lip when Tennessee reaches out and tugs her closer. Tennessee drags Z's lip between her teeth and Z groans, pulling her hand away from Tennessee's breast to slide it lower, trailing her fingers down over the soft skin of Tennessee's stomach and letting them rest on the waistband of her underwear.
"See? I told you that you'd be more comfortable in this, instead of that grandma monstrosity," Z says against Tennessee's mouth, and Tennessee huffs out a laugh.
"It's a nightgown, thank you. And-- oh, shut up. You just like me in less clothing."
"I sure don't hate it," Z says in a low voice, letting her fingers brush down over the front of Tennessee's underwear, between her legs. Tennessee's hips jerk up and she makes a startled noise, tilting her head up to get back at Z's mouth.
"Z," Tennessee whines, squirming underneath Z's hand as she strokes slowly at Tennessee through the thin cloth of her underwear. Z likes this, likes being able to touch Tennessee without actually touching her - sort of like a practice run just in case she fucks something up. It's less intimidating like this, but it still makes Tennessee's thighs twitch, her stomach jumping whenever Z adds more pressure with her fingers.
"Yeah?" Z can feel the way Tennessee tenses up at the touch of her fingers, but then she's kissing Z harder and relaxing back into the bed.
"You're maddening," Tennessee huffs, and Z laughs against Tennessee's throat, letting her fingers brush down lower, pressing in a little. She tilts her head away from Tennessee's mouth to watch where her fingers press, and she hears Tennessee's gasp, feels her hips jerk again. "Well, alright, if you must then you must, but don't keep teasing."
"But you're so fucking cute," Z replies, letting her fingers press a little harder as he keeps stroking up and down the front of Tennessee's underwear. She wants to press in, wants to hook her fingers under the material to see if Tennessee's wet, but Tennessee's breathing hard now and teasing her is pretty damn fun on its own.
Z spreads the fingers of her hand out on Tennessee's thigh and uses just her thumb to rub at Tennessee, harder now, making sure to press down in the general vicinity of Tennessee's clit. Tennessee whines again, tilting her head back and arching her hips up, and Z takes that as a good thing, increasing the pressure.
"Hey, is this okay?" Z asks, voice husky. She kisses at Tennessee's throat and Tennessee's breath hitches.
"Z, please, more. I need more, I want-- oh lord," Tennessee groans, turning her face into the pillow as Z slides the rest of her fingers back and presses them lower, pressing in, smiling when she feels how damp Tennessee's underwear is under her knuckles. She keeps her thumb on Tennessee's clit, though, squeezing her own legs together when Tennessee starts to squirm more, her breathing shallow and fast.
"Fuck, Tenn, I wish you could see how hot you look," Z says, bringing up her other hand to cup at Tennessee's breast. Tennessee's nipples are flushed hard and stand out starkly from her pale skin, and Z just wants to stare, but she's starting to feel sympathy for Tennessee, and how close she must be already. Z tilts her head down so she can fit her lips around one of Tennessee's nipples, sucking hard at it. Tennessee cries out softly, her hips straining up, trying to rub herself against Z's hand. Z tugs at Tennessee's nipple a little with her teeth and Tennessee's breath hitches again. Z can feel where it's getting more slippery under Tennessee's underwear, but the material keeps enough friction for Z to keep rubbing hard at Tennessee's clit, back and forth, moving with Tennessee's straining hips.
"Are you-- are you going to come, do you think?" Z asks, and Tennessee chokes out a short laugh, but she arches up harder with Z's hand, spreading her legs wider and planting her feet on the bed.
"C'mon, Z, please. Please," Tennessee whines, and Z moves her lips to suck at Tennessee's other nipple as she speeds up her thumb, rubbing hard right over Tennessee's clit through the underwear. Z doesn't know if she's going too far but she presses in with her fingers anyway, lower where Tennessee's most wet, and that's when Tennessee arches up and her thighs start trembling as she comes, her breath hitching loudly.
Z kisses at the flushed skin between Tennessee's breasts as she shivers through her orgasm, finally slumping back into the bed and twitching away from Z's thumb.
"Holy shit," Z says, pulling her thumb back and sitting up enough that she can stare down between Tennessee's legs. They're thrown open wide, her thighs still twitching, and Z can see where the fabric of Tennessee's underwear is dark and wet. Z strokes over it lightly, letting her fingers press in just a little and staring, wide-eyed, as Tennessee's hips twitch up again. Tennessee's underwear are twisted to the side just enough that Z can see a hint of skin, a bit of hair, and it's not like she's sorry that Tennessee came - because, seriously, holy shit - but she wanted to touch.
"Hey, can I--" Z asks, stroking her fingers just under the edge of Tennessee's underwear.
"I can't go again, oh my goodness, Z," Tennessee gasps, but Z shakes her head and ducks down to kiss her lightly.
"Not that," she says. "I just want to... touch," Z trails off, blushing.
"Oh," Tennessee says, sounding surprised. "I-- are you sure?"
"If you had any idea how much time I have spent thinking about this over the past month, you would not be asking me that," Z says, rolling her eyes fondly.
Tennessee nods, arching up to kiss Z again, and Z lets her fingers push further under the edge of Tennessee's underwear, sliding slickly across the wet skin. They both gasp into each other's mouths when Z's fingers slide inside, just her fingertips, and it was mostly an accident but now that she's there Z can't help but push in, just a little. She groans at the way Tennessee's hips twitch forward as she clenches down around Z's fingers. She's warm and soft and so wet, and Z really wishes Tennessee could go again, because oh my god.
Z doesn't realize just how intently she's pressing herself against Tennessee's hip, sort of just shamelessly grinding against her, until Tennessee laughs at her softly.
"Oh, oh it's your turn, Z, take your hand out of my underpants," Tennessee says, pressing her thigh against the front of Z's underwear, and Z groans.
"Who even says underpants, oh my god." Z doesn't want to stop touching Tennessee, but she's wet and aching and getting off sounds like a really good idea. Z grunts a little, too frustrated to care, and takes her fingers away from Tennessee, going to slip them immediately into her own underwear. Tennessee chokes out a surprised noise, and when Z looks up Tennessee is staring at her, her eyes wide and dark.
"Z," Tennessee says, sitting up, "stop that." She moves forward and pushes at Z's shoulders until Z falls over and lands with a huff, finally pulling her fingers out of her own underwear. She's about to complain because she was busy, but then Tennessee is leaning over her body, kissing Z soft and sweet. It's kind of a strange contrast with the way she slips her hand beneath the waistband of Z's underwear and just goes for it, her fingers stroking over Z where she's wet and aching, and her thumb seeking out Z's clit.
"Oh fuck," she gasps out, arching up. "Tennessee, shit, what--"
"You've got a dirty mouth once someone gets their hand down your knickers, Z," Tennessee says with a grin, and Z rolls her eyes and smacks at Tennessee's arm, her fingers curling in and holding on a second later when Tennessee slides a finger inside. "Alright, yeah?" Tennessee asks, and Z nods helplessly.
"Yeah, yes, oh my god," Z gasps. "You can-- more," she says, past the point of caring. "You can use two."
"I was hoping you'd say that," Tennessee says happily as she presses another finger in. Tennessee's fingers are long, longer than Z's, pressing deeper than she's used to and rubbing firmly inside. "I've been thinking about this too, just so you know," Tennessee says conversationally as she uses her free hand to push Z's t-shirt up, leaning down to kiss at her breast and lick teasingly over Z's nipple. "A lot. In great detail."
"Oh my god, stop talking," Z gasps. "I can't-- I don't understand words right now, just come on," Z babbles, pressing her feet into the bed and arching up against Tennessee's hand. Tennessee's fingers sink in deeper and it's so good, turning the ache between Z's legs into a steady throb.
"Oh, wow," Tennessee laughs, "I am so never letting you forget you said that."
"Tennessee," Z groans, because she's so, so close, with Tennessee's fingers pressing up just right, her thumb working circles on Z's clit. When Tennessee leans down to kiss at Z's neck, Z cries out and comes, hard and sudden, her hand digging into Tennessee's arm as her hips jerk up roughly and she clenches down around Tennessee's fingers.
"Okay," Z yelps after a few seconds when Tennessee keeps her fingers going. Her clit is oversensitive under Tennessee's thumb and her hips jerk away violently. "Enough, enough, oh my god."
Tennessee makes a disappointed noise and pulls her fingers out of Z's underwear, bringing them up to her mouth and licking hesitantly at one. "Oh, well," she says, sucking her fingers into her mouth fully. "Next time I am definitely going down on you. Been thinking about that too," Tennessee says cheerfully.
Z's about to say something - and it was probably going to be totally smooth and suave, too - but then Tennessee is pushing her fingers into Z's open mouth, and she's so surprised she closes her lips around them instinctively, tasting herself.
"Goodness, that's hot," Tennessee says a little breathlessly. "When can we go again?"
Z rolls her eyes, nipping at Tennessee's fingers until she pulls them back. "What are you?" she asks, letting Tennessee tug her close. "Did I or did I not have to convince you to take your grandma clothes off last night, and now you're like a sex addict."
"Are you complaining?" Tennessee asks, and she's grinning but Z can see her ears heating up, the way they do when she's embarrassed. Z leans down to kiss her, still tasting herself on Tennessee's lips.
"I am not complaining even a little," Z says, tucking her head in under Tennessee's chin and wiggling until her t-shirt slides back down. "And we can go again just as soon as you go make me breakfast."
"Does toast count?"
"No," Z says, sucking idly at Tennessee's collarbone.
"Cereal?" Tennessee's breath hitches slightly and Z grins.
"Crepes," Z says. "Or I'm never putting out again."
"I never should have let on that I can make those," Tennessee groans, squeezing Z closer.
"Probably not, no," Z says, tucking her toes in between Tennessee's legs.
"Are you only dating me for my crepes?"
"Well, first the crepes, now the sex."
"Wow," Tennessee says with a laugh, sitting up a little in bed.
"I feel okay about my priorities," Z says, grinning and ducking her head when Tennessee smacks her with a pillow. Z laughs and goes to roll on top of Tennessee to kiss her, but Tennessee squirms away, grabbing the blanket and pulling it up over her bare chest. Z can see the blush creeping up in Tennessee's face and she moves up to settle in next to her, brushing her fingers over Tennessee's bare shoulder. "Hey. No being weird."
"I'm being modest," Tennessee protests, shivering a little under the covers. "It's completely different from being weird."
"Well don't be modest, either," Z says, waggling her eyebrows, and Tennessee giggles at that. "But hey, seriously," Z says after a few seconds, "no hiding. I like seeing you," she adds, leaning down to kiss softy at Tennessee's collarbone, peeking out from underneath the blanket. Tennessee shivers again and Z starts to push the covers down, just enough to expose Tennessee's breasts. Z kisses the side of her breast, her lips trailing up, and Tennessee squirms under the covers and makes a small noise as she reaches up to tangle her hand in Z's hair.
"Z, if you keep that up you are never going to get crepes," Tennessee says softly.
Z pauses, pulling back slightly, and Tennessee chokes out a laugh.
"Wow, really? Really?" she asks incredulously.
Z drops her head and laughs into Tennessee's soft skin, throwing an arm over her stomach and cuddling close. "They're really good crepes, okay?"