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the night had gone on far longer than either of them planned. the rest of the house was asleep — or at least, that’s what they assumed, because it was well past midnight and only the faint hum of the fridge and the soft murmur of the street filled the air.
the living room was dim, lit by the low golden glow of a lamp. empty bottles glimmered on the coffee table, surrounded by crumpled napkins and snack crumbs.
tamara and tori had somehow ended up sharing the same chair.
tori was slouched deep into the cushion, legs spread, hoodie unzipped and half off one shoulder, eyes half-lidded with a lazy grin that hadn’t left her face in hours. tamara sat sideways across her lap, knees drawn up and her cheek resting against tori's bare shoulder.
they were drunk, in the soft kind of way where laughter came easy and logic didn’t matter.
they stared at each other for a moment, before tori leaned in and kissed tamara. it wasn’t deep, planned or anything close to serious — just a clumsy, lazy press of lips that tasted like cheap beer.
tamara smiled into it, her hand slipping up to cup tori’s jaw before pulling back just enough to giggle.
“you missed,” she whispered — and before tori could reply, she leaned forward again to peck her cheek. then her nose and forehead.
tori huffed out a laugh and caught her chin, guiding her back to her lips for another kiss. “there. now i didn’t.”
tamara snorted and leaned back slightly, stretching her arms above her head until her joints cracked. she blinked at the coffee table, suddenly squinting at the mess of bottles like she’d just remembered something.
“wait, wait—” she said suddenly, untangling herself from tori’s lap with minimal grace. “we still have… these.”
“these?” tori repeated, watching as tamara reached for the two half-empty bottles on the table. one nearly tipped over but she caught it just in time.
tori smirked. “you're ridiculous.”
“shut up,” tamara said, grinning lazily, “you’ll join me.”
“toast to—” she paused, wobbling slightly, “—surviving another day without murdering each other.”
“...barely,” tori clinked the bottles together gently.
“yeah, but we're improving. cheers to that.”
they both took a long sip — or more like a slow, lazy gulp — and melted back into the seat.
“you know,” tori said after a moment, voice low and a little slurred, “we are actually good at this whole ‘not hating each other’ thing.”
tamara snorted, “don’t push your luck.”
that made tori grin. she leaned her head against the back of the chair, and for a while neither of them said anything. the silence was pleasant, filled with the faint buz of alcohol. the clock ticked quietly from the hallway, the fridge hummed again, and the street outside was dead quiet.
then, suddenly, tamara sat up, eyes wide.
“shit.”
tori blinked. “what?”
tamara groaned, dragging her hand down her face. “ell asked me to— fuck, to get the laundry ready for tomorrow morning.”
tori squinted at her, “...the what now?”
“the laundry, tori.” tamara hissed under her breath, “she said she’ll wash it before work and i said i’d— ugh.”
tori let out a low laugh, slumping deeper into the cushion. “well, guess you’re screwed. too late for chores now.”
tamara shot her an annoyed look — that specific, narrow-eyed glare she saved just for tori.
“i’ll take the blame,” tori added playfully. “tell her i distracted you. which… technically, is true.”
“no way,” tamara muttered, pushing herself up. “and you’re absolutely not sitting here while i do this.”
tamara reached over, quickly taking the bottle from tori’s hand and setting it carefully next to her own back on the table.
tori raised an eyebrow, unbothered. “uh, yeah i am.”
“nope,” tamara said, already grabbing her by the wrist.
“tam—”
“get your ass up.”
before tori could even finish her protest, tamara yanked her to her feet — surprisingly strong for someone so drunk — and started dragging her toward the hallway. tori stumbled, trying not to trip.
tori groaned the whole way down the hall, heels dragging against the floor. “you’re such a tyrant when you drink,” she muttered, nearly bumping into a wall.
tamara didn’t even look back. “you’ll thank me in the morning when ell doesn’t bite our heads off.”
tori huffed, stumbling after her. “mind you, she asked you to do it. my head is safe.”
tamara turned to her as she reached the end of the hall. “yeah, well, if she kills me, i’m haunting you first.”
“amazing,” tori said dryly.
tamara smiled, turning the light on with the back of her head. she shoved the bathroom door open with her hip.
the sudden bright light made both of them squint.
she crouched next to the laundry basket, grumbling under her breath as she started pulling things out. “okay, so… darks. ell’ll murder me if i mix clothes again.”
tori leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her with amusement. “you take this way too seriously.”
tamara scoffed, tossing a crumpled shirt toward her. “that’s yours. put it in.”
tori caught it against her chest, pretending to think. “what if i just… don’t?”
tamara turned, deadpan. “i will throw detergent at you.”
tori smirked, dropping the hoodie into the washer. “so terrifying.”
eventually, mildly invested, she started helping, crouching next to tamara and pulling random dark clothes from the basket. they brushed hands a few times and each time tamara pretended not to notice, focusing way too hard on finding socks that matched.
it didn’t take them long. a few minutes of tossing and quiet grumbles later, the darks were sorted and stuffed into the washer’s drum.
tori straightened up, stretching.
“okay,” tamara sighed, brushing her hair out of her face. “i think that’s all the dark stuff.”
tori yawned. “great, now can we go make out on the couch again?”
tamara looked down at herself, completely ignoring tori's question. suddenly, she grabbed the hem of her black band tee and quickly pulled it off in one smooth, tossing it into the hamper.
tori's gaze dropped immediately, lingering on tamara’s breasts beneath the lace, “oh, hello.”
“stop,” tamara murmured, smiling at her reaction, “my eyes are up here.”
tori stepped closer, placing her hands on tamara's hips. “but your boobs are down here,” she said, brushing the skin above her low-rise jeans.
“i almost forgot how perfect these are,” she added, finally looking up.
tamara sighed dramatically, but didn't pull away. instead, she leaned in and softly kissed tori.
“you're ridiculous,” she murmured against her lips, “and yes, we can go—”
tori didn’t let her finish, silencing her with another kiss, deeper this time. her tongue lazily slid against tamara's.
she moved her hands up tamara’s sides until her thumbs brushed the underside of her boobs. she slowly traced the edge of the lace, sliding her hands to tamara's back, deftly unhooking the bra.
the straps slid down tamara's shoulders and pooled around her elbows. she quickly shrugged the bra off, letting it fall to the floor.
“so much better,” tori smiled, pulling back slightly. she ran her thumbs over tamara's stiffening nipples, watching them harden beneath the touch.
tori leaned forward, pressing her lips against tamara's jawline. she slowly kissed her way down her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses along her collarbone.
she paused for a second just above tamara's right breast, glancing up to see her reaction.
“tori—” tamara's protest died as tori's mouth closed over her nipple. her knees buckled and she arched her back, pressing her chest closer.
the sudden suction made her cry out weakly. she desperately tangled her fingers in tori's hair.
tori swirled her tongue around it, scraping lightly with her teeth, relentless. she bit down — not hard, but enough to make tamara yelp quietly.
“too much?” tori pulled back, grinning.
“no,” tamara panted, closing her eyes, “you can… continue.”
tori moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention. she sucked and licked, alternating between gentle nips and soft kisses.
tamara's breathing grew heavier. she tugged gently on tori's hair, trying to pull her head up. “bed,” she whispered with desperation.
tori grinned, trailing her hands down tamara's stomach. “in a minute,” she murmured, slowly sinking to her knees in front of tamara.
she kept pressing soft, teasing kisses to her stomach. her hands reached the waistband of her jeans, popping the button open with practiced ease.
“no— no, no,” tamara squirmed, placing her hand on tori's forehead, pushing her away. “i want you to fuck me. can we— can we do that instead? please?” she whined, breathing heavily.
tori stopped immediately, looking up.
for a second they just looked at each other with flushed cheeks. tori blinked and smiled happily “yeah… of course.”
she pushed herself up from her knees, still a little breathless.
her hand quickly found tamara's. she laced their fingers together without a word. tamara gave her a small, impatient tug and led her out of the bathroom.
they moved together in a kind of clumsy rhythm, bumping into the doorframe, stifling soft giggles.
they slipped into tori’s room without turning on the light.
tamara reached back to close the door, but before she could, tori caught her by the waist and pushed her gently against it, kissing her. the door clicked shut behind the motion.
“slow and gentle. we have to be quiet,” tori murmured against tamara's lips, gently biting and pulling her bottom lip.
“okay,” tamara mumbled.
tori pressed a light kiss to tamara's cheek with a smile. “go and lay down,” she instructed.
she walked over to the dresser, pulling open the top drawer.
tamara watched her with soft eyes. she pushed herself away from the door and wobbled toward the bed, climbing on it and rolling onto her back.
tori rummaged through the mess of socks and underwear until she found what she was looking for.
the harness.
she pulled it out, along with the dildo already attached to it — a deep blue silicone with prominent veins.
tamara watched her quietly, hooking her fingers into the waistband. her jeans slid down her hips, catching briefly on the curve of her ass before pooling at her ankles. she quickly pulled her panties down, shifting her hips to spread her legs wider.
tori quickly stripped off her own clothes, tossing them aside.
she stepped into the harness, pulling the straps tight around her hips. she buckled it securely and grabbed the bottle of lube from the top drawer.
tamara's hand drifted down. her middle finger dragged through her folds until it nudged the entrance, slick and welcoming. she let out a soft sigh, pushing her finger in. the muscles yielded easily.
tori squeezed a generous amount of lube onto her palm. she rubbed it over the length of the dildo, coating it, as she approached the bed.
she smiled at the view, climbing onto the bed.
“you’re so impatient,” she murmured, watching tamara slowly press a second finger inside.
“i don't want to waste time,” tamara sighed, slowly moving her fingers in and out while tori settled between her spread legs.
she slowly pulled out her fingers, slick and glistening. she reached out, wrapping her arm around tori's neck.
tori pressed the tip of the dildo against her entrance.
she pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until her pelvis pressed against tamara's ass. it slid inside with a squelch from the amount of lube and tamara's wetness.
she paused for a moment, letting tamara adjust to the fullness. “good?” she whispered with a smile, seeing the other girl gripping the sheets.
tamara nodded frantically, unable to form words.
tori slowly pulled back, almost all the way out, before thrusting back in. tamara whimpered quietly, wrapping her legs around tori's waist.
tori set a slow, steady rhythm. each thrust was deliberate, deep and unhurried. tamara moaned quietly with each stroke, lifting her hips to meet tori's movement.
tori pressed a light kiss to tamara's collarbone and murmured softly, “you need to be more quiet.”
“sorry,” tamara whispered, closing her eyes and trying to relax. her cunt clenched desperately around the dildo.
tori continued, keeping the pace. she shifted slightly, changing the angle just a bit.
tamara gasped sharply as the toy hit a different spot inside her. “fuck,” she breathed out, arching her back off the bed.
tori smiled against her skin, “there?” she asked softly, repeating the motion. she kept hitting that spot with each thrust now, watching tamara's reactions with amusement.
tamara's breathing became more ragged. she bit her bottom lip, trying her best to stifle a moan.
the room was quiet except for their breathing and the slick sounds of the dildo moving inside tamara. her inner walls tensed tightly around it as waves of pleasure washed over her.
tamara's eyes squeezed shut. her hands moved to tori's hips, pulling her deeper with each thrust. “faster,” she whispered urgently.
tori leaned down and pressed her forehead against tamara's shoulder. she complied, slightly increasing the speed.
the bed frame creaked softly with each motion.
tamara lifted her hips higher, trying to take the toy deeper.
tori kissed her shoulder softly. “you're so cute,” she whispered against her skin. tamara whimpered, digging her nails into tori's hips.
she cried out after a few seconds, unable to hold back any longer.
her body shuddered as her orgasm hit her. her legs trembled uncontrollably and her cunt clenched rhythmically around the toy.
tori kept thrusting slowly, prolonging the sensations, watching tamara's face contort in pleasure. she pressed her lips against tamara's, giving her a few quick kisses.
tamara slowly relaxed, completely spent.
they laid together in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying each other's presence.
“satisfied?” tori asked playfully, brushing a strand of hair from tamara's sweaty forehead.
tanara tilted her head to look at tori and smiled weakly, “very.”
she started tracing patterns on tori's skin with her short nails “...want me to take care of you now?’
“tomorrow,” tori murmured, pressing a kiss to tamara's cheek before carefully pulling out.
tamara winced softly at the action. she stretched lazily, feeling pleasantly sore. “good. i'm tired.”
tori scoffed with a grin and slowly stood up to remove the strap-on. she set it aside on the bed, looking down at tamara.
she made a face, noticing the sticky mess underneath tamara's ass.
tamara blinked slowly, following tori’s gaze downward. for a second, her expression was blank — then it hit her.
“you—” she hissed, pointing at the wet spot, “look what you did!”
“me?”
“yes, you,” tamara groaned, throwing her head back against the pillow, “this is the second time this week. and it's thursday.”
“hey, that just means we're… consistent,” tori smiled, “like a healthy couple.”
“healthy couple my ass,” tamara muttered, pretending to roll her eyes. “i swear, if i have to wash the sheets one more time, matilda's gonna start asking questions.”
tori sat down, grinning. “what kind of questions? ‘why are you two banging like rabbits?’”
tamara shot her a look. “yes, exactly.”
tori shrugged, completely unfazed. “they already know we’re fucking.”
“okay, but there’s a difference between knowing and seeing the evidence,” tamara said, pointing at the damp spot again, “this is evidence. physical and gross.”
“you're so dramatic. i love that about you,” tori teased.
tamara blinked at her, deadpan. “you're unbearable.”
“but worth doing the extra laundry,” tori added with a wink.
tamara bit her tongue before she could say something stupid. instead, she just grabbed a pillow and threw it weakly at her. “shut up and hand me a towel, girlfriend.”
tori laughed quietly, reaching for the shirt she'd abandoned earlier and pulled it over her head. “you don’t need one, go clean yourself up in the bathroom.”
she looked at her, grinning. “also— …girlfriend?”
“that was sarcasm,” tamara mumbled, refusing to look at her.
still smiling, tori stepped into her underwear. “come on,” she said, “we’re sleeping in your room tonight. i’ll deal with this mess tomorrow.”
tamara sighed, finally standing up, running a hand through her messy hair.
she grabbed the first shirt she could find on the floor — probably tori’s — and tugged it on. she didn’t bother with her underwear. she figured she'd grab a fresh pair from her room.
she glanced at tori, then toward the door.
without a word, tori nodded. they stepped out together, careful not to wake anyone.
the door closed behind them with a quiet click.