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“I do want to…” CC felt her heart beating a thousand miles an hour in her ears and chest and maybe she was sick. She did mean it but that didn’t make it any easier. Not at all. If anything, it was making this a billion times harder. CC wasn’t one to go head-to-head with her feelings. But if she kept running like she did she’d probably end up spraining her ankle.
Besides, she had been the one who asked Fran out. She hadn’t planned to but when Fran had come down those stairs, looking the way she did, barely awake and hair a mess, yawning in the cutest possible way, CC hadn’t been able to stop herself. She didn’t know what had taken over her or what she had been drinking that day but it was too late. She had had the guts to ask Fran Fine out on a date and on top of it all, she had left the room before Fran had the chance to answer (again), claiming to have left a cup of coffee in the kitchen before storming out.
Fran hadn’t followed her, which was in itself quite unexpected seeing as Fran had to be one of the nosiest people she knew of after the butler. Be that as it may, it was for the best.
Still, Fran had come by when Maxwell had gone to the theater and had told CC shyly that she would love to go out on a date with her and the rest had been a blur. This was their second official date. And it had gone well. Fran was gorgeous, as always, which hadn’t helped CC to try and stay calm. But after a few glasses of wine, she had somewhat loosened up. That was until they were waiting for a cab that Fran had insisted on paying for, (“because it was only fair since CC had paid for dinner”,) and she was there, looking at CC with so much softness and hesitantly asking if she might consider showing her her apartment “only if she wanted to”.
The knot in her stomach came back to life in a furious manner. She had just agreed. But more importantly, she needed a cigarette.
She drew one out of her pocket, trembling a little in the cold night air of New York, (yeah, that had to be why,) and tried lighting it once, twice, and again, starting to curse under her breath because she needed something to calm her fucking nerves.
She stopped, breath caught in her throat when she noticed Fran cautiously holding her hands out to help.
“Here, try again hon.”
It took a few seconds for CC to look back down and concentrate when Fran was looking so caring and gentle even just for a cigarette and she wondered if she had always been this beautifully kind.
Fran stopped the wind from putting out the small flame and after a few tries, CC managed to light it, taking a long drag to let the nicotine hit. When she finally looked back at her date, she realised she was staring deep in her eyes, smiling wide. And CC couldn’t help but do the same, (though more demurely. She did have an icy effigy to keep up after all.)
“Ya sure ‘bout tonight? I don't wanna make ya do anything you’re not comfortable with. We can just watch a movie or somethin’. We don’t have to,”
“I know.” She really did. “I’m a pretty nervous person,” Fran snorted, CC chose to ignore that. “But if we take our time… I think I’d be okay with that.”
She wondered if she had ever seen Fran’s face light up with such conviction before and it made her giggle. Thank god Niles wasn’t there.
They were calm for a moment, sitting comfortably. CC was smoking her cigarette, listening to Fran babble about something idiotic that happened at some store when the taxi finally got there. They got up and were about to get in the cab when Fran stopped and looked at her.
“Taking this slowly?” She offered CC her hand.
She smiled softly, shaking it and nodding. “Taking this slowly.”
*
Fran slammed CC against the door. She soon closed the distance and started kissing her senseless again, pulling CC’s waist with firm hands towards her own because waiting from the elevator to here was torture enough. She wanted to feel her. And okay, if this was what taking it slowly looked like for Fran, CC would have to sit her down and talk to her. But she very honestly couldn’t be bothered opening the conversation right away again. However .
She slowly moved back to face a very annoyed Fran and smirked. “This what you call slowly dear?”
However, CC had always been a sucker for teasing.
Fran breathed, not tearing her eyes away from CC’s lips, and started tugging on CC’s vest. “Shut up and take this off.” And at a moment’s notice, she was kissing her again. Kissing her over and over and over again with open-mouthed kisses dragging moans out of CC that were dangerously gaining power over Fran's consciousness. So she started moving south of her long, pale neck as CC struggled to take off her vest. If she was freezing then, she now had an unbearable amount of clothing on, her whole body flushed.
Then Fran started to bite down. Gaining confidence and going on more frankly, leaving small love bites anywhere she could, dragging groans from CC, (that were embarrassingly way sexier than they should have been,) which sent shivers down her spine.
CC started to feel lightheaded as Fran went on. She took her head with gentle hands, dragging her back to her face. For a second, fear crossed Fran’s face and CC wanted to do nothing more than to kiss that feeling away. But Fran spoke before she could do anything about it.
“I- I’m sorry. Sorry, if you want us to stop we can! I just got caught up in the moment an’ you looked so goddamn good in that suit an’ then you were-”
CC cut her off, kissing her ever so gently. Just enough to shut her up because sometimes, that was the only way to do so.
When they parted, CC kept her forehead on Fran’s and her hands on the curve of her hips, and Jesus fucking Christ if she wasn’t the most drop-dead gorgeous person she had ever seen, slightly debauched with her lipstick smeared and her breathing trying to get even. In CC’s arms, in her apartment. She could dangerously get used to seeing her here.
“What was that for?”
“To reassure you. And to shut you up.” She smiled at the sight of Fran’s pout. “Honey, I want to. I really really want to.”
Just like that, they were back. At first, it was languid but it very quickly escalated into greedy, voracious kisses. CC’s hands found their way into Fran's hair as she felt her hand shadowing the curve of her breasts, down to her waist and suddenly, she grabbed her ass firmly, bringing her closer and CC yelped at the sudden boldness of the brunette. She felt Fran smirk in the kiss and that was when she decided she’d had the upper hand for quite enough time. She grabbed Fran's wrists and spun her around until she hit the door, holding her into position. Fran moaned and CC just lost it. It was too much. She was too much. Too sexy and her eyes too pleading. CC bit down on Fran’s lips, taking in the noise she made, and started moving towards the crest of her neck, sucking and biting down on soft flesh. Imitating what she had done mere minutes ago, only going further down. Making sure to leave traces of where she had been.
CC’s hand roamed down her curves and drew Nanny Fine closer, settling an almost hesitant hand on her backside. The other went to Fran’s throat and although she hadn’t said anything, CC had her suspicions that Fran didn’t mind her getting rough. So, she started tightening her grip, not too tight, waiting for any kind of resilience.
Fran gripped her back tight and roughly pulled on the blond’s hair with her free fist as she let her head fall back and hit the door.
“Fuck, CC…”
Shit. CC felt herself go weak. She didn’t know if it was the way her name sounded on Fran’s lips as she called out for her or the fact that Fran cursing while aroused was the most mesmerizingly hot thing she had ever heard, but she practically growled and went on to press her leg between Fran’s thighs. Both moaning, feeling just how soaked she was, even through the fabric.
“You’re so wet for me already.” Fran whimpered as CC started to rock her hips, holding her down, leaving traces of her arousal on CC’s well-cut and expensive suit. “Baby, I haven’t even done anything yet.”
CC was now full-on grinning. Fran tried kissing the smirk away but ended up opting for an alternative. She got closer to her ear, bit down, and whispered. “Use me.”
She drew back just enough to wink at CC and oh. The way she looked back at Fran, her eyes completely consumed by her arousal, almost shivering by how she wanted her the exact same amount. She had to admit she was quite pleased with herself. And she would have let herself be more supercilious had CC not kissed her. Hard. Tongue crashing onto hers.
Abruptly, she lifted Fran into her arms and started heading towards the bedroom. She hadn’t expected CC to be this strong, to be leading her thoughts to what else that upper body could do, how it would look like under her. She felt her cheeks flush. Was it getting hot in here or was it just her?
When they finally got there, CC absentmindedly closed the door, still kissing Fran until it was absolutely necessary for her to breathe again.
She put Fran down on her bed roughly yet somehow fastidiously, before standing up, taking a moment to look at her, perched on the edge of her bed. Not Fran’s, and especially not Maxwell’s. They weren’t on the patio of that way too crowded house for her liking either . They were here. At her place. Not rushed by anything or anyone. They could take as long as they wanted and it was so fucking nice .
“Hey, ya okay hon?”
Fran startled CC out of her thoughts. She was looking at her so fondly that she could have just died. So she smiled back, hoping her intentions would come across just as well, leaned in and kissed her with all the love tenderness and adoration she could.
“Never better.”
“Good. Now. As sexy as ya three-piece suit is, ya still have way too much clothes on. This needs to go Miss Babcock.”
They both smiled. Well, grinned is more like it. And although she normally hated when Fran called her that, taking her back to when things had gone wrong, she couldn’t say she wasn’t incredibly turned on right now.
“Is that an order I hear Miss Fine?”
“Always.”
Fran’s smug smile grew wider and her eyes darkened, just waiting for CC to do as she was told. So she did.
She started unbuttoning her jacket, letting it fall carelessly, to begin ever so slowly unbuttoning her shirt. She let herself linger on every button, ravishing how wound up Fran was getting from impatience. (If she was to do as she was told, she sure as hell wouldn’t let Fran have all the fun.) When she finally reached for the last one (which there were way too many of, in Fran's opinion), Fran got up and walked to CC, stopping her. She let her hands brush from her collarbones to her shoulders, sliding the shirt down and CC sighed as the blouse dropped, pooling at her feet.
They kept looking at each other in the eyes when Fran started guiding her hand towards the opening of her pants. She opened them carefully, not to ruin furthermore the stained material, but once they were, she drew them down desperately, neglecting them as they weren’t her priority right now.
She stepped back a little to take the sight in and just… stared. Unable to take her eyes off CC’s matching lace underwear, her body in it, her skin that she just wanted to cover with her tongue, the slightly visible traits of her muscles. Everything. Entirely everything. And fuck. She hadn’t noticed it, too busy taking her time on every curve. But when her gaze stopped on CC’s breasts, her mouth started to water, she clenched her first, unable not to pay attention to the blush creeping up her face.
CC had nipple piercings. Which, in itself wasn’t entirely surprising but seeing them peeking through her bra, already hardened by arousal, shot heat waves straight to Fran’s core. She moaned aloud before she could restrain herself. And stared back at CC's eyes, a little dazzled, seeing her compensating for her blush, similar to Fran's, by smiling slyly.
“You’re breathtaking…” She blushed further.
CC couldn’t deal with so many emotions right now. So she kissed her until Fran was moaning on her tongue again. As she grabbed her waist needily, deepening the kiss, she found the hem of the short dress. Suddenly desperate to feel Fran’s flesh against hers, she resolved into riding it up, suddenly desperate to feel Fran’s flesh against hers. CC didn’t have to wait long as Fran helped her, getting rid of the tedious piece of clothing as quickly as humanly possible.
The second the dress had been removed, CC dropped down on her knees, not wasting time to leave a trail of kisses, inching closer and closer to Fran’s core until she was ghosting it by breath. It was almost too much. She licked Fran through the lace, clasping her fingers around the waistband, tugging slightly as Fran’s found their way to her hair, tugging. CC sighed with pleasure, simultaneously feeling the other woman through her ruined underwear.
Fran whined deep at the touch again. And CC thought she could easily die like this, never getting tired of hearing and wanting to be the cause of her moans. So she pulled down the rest of the garments, leaving Fran utterly naked and somehow even more beautiful.
She leaned forward and licked Fran the whole length of her and sighed because she tasted so good and it was so much better than CC could have ever imagined, it almost hurt. She stopped at her clit after a while, circling it with increasing pressure and her hand previously resting on Franny’s sides started to move to where she needed her most. She started teasing her entrance, still licking her with an incomparable intent when Fran spoke.
“Honey, please…” CC smacked her ass and Fran had to bite her lips to make sure she wouldn’t scream.
CC completely stopped. She pulled her hands and her tongue away though still on her knees and Fran almost cried.
“Miss Fine, is that any way to ask?”
“Please, I want to feel you.” She looked at CC who still wasn’t moving and then it hit her. “Please Miss Babcock, I want to feel your fingers inside of me.”
Fran was ready to protest at the lack of reaction when she felt firm hands pushing her onto the bed. CC stayed on the floor, hooking Fran’s leg, pulling it around one shoulder to have better access. Letting her free arm crawl up to rest on her breast. Then CC went back to drawing lazy circles around her clit with her tongue and slid two fingers back in and lavished the way Fran was pushing down greedily, in desperate need for more friction, walls clenching around them as she kept thrusting inside of her, curling at just the right spot, making Fran go crazy. And the sounds that came out of her mouth must’ve been the sound of angels.
“You’re taking it in so well for me baby. You’re being so good for me. Such a good girl.”
“Sweetie please… Please dont stop… I need…”
“Tell me what you need Francine .”
Oh .
She had never heard anyone from the household call her that. Let alone CC. But the things it did to her, hearing it while CC had just called her a good girl and asked her what she needed. She gasped at the sudden thrust of CC’s hand and the mix of lust and butterflies that came from hearing CC call her by her full name and tangled her hands in silk-soft hair, tugging it hard and making the woman moan. It hurt so perfectly.
Fran pushed herself up, bracing herself on her elbows watching as CC fucked her which CC didn’t expect but maintained eye contact nonetheless. “I need you deeper.”
So what if CC moaned like a bitch? What if she was turned on to the point that she was dripping down her thighs? That was no one's business but her own. And for her defense, Fran was naked and begging and riding her mouth soaking up her fingers. Anyone would have done the same.
“I have a strap on, would that-”
“Yes!” Now, to be honest, she had no idea if Fran was actually replying to CC or if she was moaning at the stretch of her third finger but CC still slowed her pace and went up to kiss Fran voraciously before heading to her drawer.
CC took the rest of the underwear off and slid on what looked like a very expensive leather strap. How she managed to stay so graceful even while putting on a dildo Fran had no idea but she was a vision.
Her staring didn’t go unnoticed as CC put a hand on her waist and tilted her head. She raised a meticulously thin eyebrow. “Hey, miss ‘taking things slow’, my eyes are up here.”
“Eh? Oh, sorry.”
“You’re not.”
“Definitely not.”
What happened next CC had not been prepared for. As she got into bed on top of Fran, putting the lube down next to her, Fran quickly pulled her down and kissed her with a fever which was incredibly sexy though not alarming considering what they had been doing but then she grabbed CC’s legs and spun her underneath, straddling her waist. Her eyes widened as she realized what Fran was up to. She had to admit she was quite amazing, being able to keep her cockiness and her confidence, even while she was being fucked senseless. And she loved how they both kept fighting wordlessly for control. But as Fran looked at her with a mischievous smile and went downwards, and downwards and kneeled between CC’s legs she knew who was in charge. And fuck. Jesus fucking Christ have fucking mercy because Fran Fine was kneeling in front of her, grabbing her strap-on with a firm grip and her head was starting to lower and shit. CC didn’t know how to calm her nerves. Fran didn’t break eye contact making matters worse as she licked the tip slowly, grinning even from where she was. Then she leaned her head forward, taking most of it in her mouth, and started bobbing her head and CC growled so loud it made Fran moan around her cock.
The way she could still manage to smile at her with her mouthful made CC’s breath itch. She started to feel dizzy just at the sight of Fran’s continued ministrations that pushed ever so lightly on CC’s clit every time she moved down, making her go crazy. She looked down and Fran was still looking at her through half-lidded eyes and she bobbed her head again. CC’s head was spinning and falling back as she moaned. She took Fran’s hair and pulled her further down making her gag. She got scared that maybe it was too much but Fran seemed to know because she squeezed her thigh in reassurance and kept on going.
Fran finally stopped after a long time, but that was somehow worse. She straddled CC once more, using her free hand to guide the dildo through her slick heat and teasing her entrance. She was making a show of herself but if she ever minded, CC thought they might as well pull the plugs.
“Babs honey, can I?”
“Fucking please.”
She didn’t need to be told twice, Fran didn’t put any lubricant, and CC quivered because she put it all the way in in one go too, moaning loudly as she did.
“Fuck Fran...”
Her hands found Fran's hips. She lifted her up before slamming her back on her cock so far Fran cried out. And she kept going. Lifting her hips to go even deeper inside of her and somehow still controlling Fran while she was on top. “Do you have any idea,” a thrust, “how much,” another thrust, "I've dreamt about tearing those outfits of yours off?” a moan, “Feeling you stretch around my fingers,” and another, CC took her time, careful to articulate, “begging.” her voice now a mere growl. “Calling out my name while you ride out your high, quivering and coming undone?”
Fran still managed to grin between gasps.
“I want you to be so wet and ready for me that I -God right there- barely have to touch ya to get ya off.”
“God you're such a brat.”
“Ya love it.”
CC went faster, thrusting harder and leaving marks as she dug her nails into Fran’s smooth hips and back, too blinded by her arousal to make Fran wait any longer because she simply couldn’t.
“Right- right there… Fuck it’s so deep. Please, baby, don’t stop. Don’t stop. I’m so close…” CC had to bite down a sob. “I just- I just need…”
“Tell what you need baby.”
Fran took one of CC’s hands with her own, which had been resting on her abdomen for balance, and led it to her cunt. She needed more. And even if their positions were driving Fran mad and panting, CC was too far.
So CC started rubbing her swollen clit and the sight was just… breathtaking. (Fran was right, that must be the more appropriate term seeing as CC couldn’t breathe.)
“So fucking good for me baby.”
Fran cracked. She screamed, incoherent noises and pleadings flowing out of her mouth and all of her muscles started to tense. Although she had originally wanted to last longer, she needed to get off on Miss Babcock and well, she’d be disappointed later because right now she didn’t give a shit. Not when CC was looking at her like that and slamming her down on her strap so hard she was seeing stars.
She came, destroying her lungs and CC’s life expectancy and she was in such a high and fuck the neighbours. She kept going until she almost fell, trembling from aftershocks. CC caught her, progressively stopping all movements and holding her tight as if she was bound to walk out that door.
They stayed like that for a while. Fran catching her breath, snuggling into CC's side, unbothered by the strap-on pressing against her leg. And CC holding her tight in her arms. Gently stroking Fran’s hips where she had left marks. It was so nice and overwhelming, that she felt a tear roll down her cheeks, then another. Somewhere in her thoughts, she must have started crying but she had no idea when. Fran managed to understand somehow. She gently swept them away and kissed any attainable skin with delicate lips, not saying a thing.
She’d never seen this side of CC. And she couldn't say she minded it. These couple of weeks CC had been sweet and caring and. Well, it didn't sound like her. She was only ever like this for Fran. That was in some way better. Not to get her wrong, she liked mean and bitchy CC but something about her being the only one to know her like this made something in her grow warm.
Their fingers were intertwined, the silence was restful, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, CC felt like she could breathe.
CC looked at the ceiling so intently it was almost concerning. Her brain processed the improbable feelings she had been doomed to face and before she could start to overthink every little thing, she managed to speak (even if it was barely a whisper,) breaking the silence, and startling Fran out of her thoughts.
“I- I want to get to know you better. You know, all those small or important things about oneself.” Fran’s eyes were now on her and she felt herself blush. “Important things that take as much space in your life as your hair does. Smaller things like how you take your coffee in the morning or what Loehmann's maniacs you had to encounter at the year and clearance sale.”
Fran interrupted her abruptly. Shocked and probably a little in love “You know Loehmann's?!”
CC chuckled. “I also… I’d like to wake up with you next to me sometimes.” She was smiling too now, although still not looking at Fran, pretty sure that if she did, she might just run out of her apartment faster than she did during what Fran called the “sushi incident”. And it seemed that for the first time, she didn’t want to let herself. So she forced her stare on the ceiling. “I’m not great at the whole dating thing but… I want to try… If you would, that is.”
Fran was now beaming next to her. She almost hadn’t interrupted CC which was, from Fran, probably the most romantic gesture she had ever known her to do.
“My middle name is Joy.” CC finally looked at her a little confused as to what that had to do with anything. (She honestly couldn’t remember half of what she had said, too nervous to have thought it out this far.) “What? You wanted to get to know me. Gotta start somewhere right?”
And Fran had that stupid, generous, wholehearted smile that CC’s chest couldn’t cope with but god. If she didn’t just want to make her smile like that for as long as she could. So she let her barriers down a small but consequent amount and took a deep breath, blurting out, “My full name is Chastity Claire.” And Fran spun her head so quickly she could swear she’d heard her pull a muscle.
“What?”
Three seconds. That’s how long she managed to last before laughing so hard that CC had to catch her before she fell on the floor. Even then, she couldn’t stop herself. This was lasting so long, CC probably should’ve felt herself flush with embarrassment, (which she did,) but instead she was laughing alongside her softly and awkwardly. She was radiant even with her fucked out face. It was ridiculous. And infuriating.
Fran calmed herself down, turned to CC and held her face.
“That’s beautiful hon.”