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It had started out as a distraction. A simple way to get over whatever feelings had been stirred up by the end of her... whatever it was she'd had with Trinity. What better way to clear your head than to swap orgasms with the hot new ER attending? She wasn't on a rebound (whatever Emery said), since there was nothing real she was rebounding from.
Yolanda usually preferred to be the more dominant partner in bed, but for some reason when she thought about taking up that position right now she found herself making excuses. When she'd started sleeping with Baran it had taken her a little while to give up that control. Whilst she enjoyed switching there was something in her core that wasn't as willing to cede that power to someone else. It's probably what made her a fantastic surgeon.
There'd been a few times when she bit back, when she pushed instead of giving in. It hadn't taken long for her to fall under the hands of Dr Al-Hashimi. Maybe because the moment she had her racing mind finally slowed.
Baran was good at taking her out of own head, at least for a little while.
She stared up at the woman now, both of them naked and lying on Baran's bed. Yolanda's lipstick was smeared across Baran's lips, her neck, her collarbone. She'd been a bit frantic tonight, and Baran had quickly soothed that with her tongue.
Baran asked her now, "Are you sure you want to do this tonight? We can wait."
Yolanda resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "You're not the first woman to strap me, Baran."
Baran's eyes darkened. "I don't doubt it. But you seem a bit distracted tonight."
"I assure you I can keep up with whatever you throw at me."
Baran hummed, but didn't reply. She stood up and pulled a box from under the bed. She pulled out the harness; simple straps with a steel ring at the crotch. A moment later she pulled out a toy, long and purple. Yolanda eyed it and nodded.
"Hands and knees for me."
Complying quickly Yolanda repositioned herself as Baran pulled on the harness.
"Good girl."
Yolanda tensed. "Not tonight."
Baran kneeled behind her, reaching between Yolanda's legs, feeling the slick heat there. With her first orgasm only a few minutes ago Yolanda knew she didn't need much preparation but as Baran's fingers retreated she heard the cap of the lube bottle open anyway.
Yolanda groaned. "Any time this century would be great."
"Don't be a brat."
Yolanda felt the head of the toy press against her, but not move any further. She forced herself not to sigh in frustration. She needed this tonight, she needed to get fucked into a mattress and not have to think. Was that too much to ask for?
At her continued silence Baran ran her fingers up and down Yolanda's waist and across the curve of her back, then slipped her fingers into the hair at the back of her head. Her fingers scratched softly at Yolanda's scalp. Yolanda felt some of the tension start to dissipate.
Yolanda released a slow breath just as the fingers in her hair tightened and Baran pulled her head back. Yolanda felt heat pool in her core and the remaining tension in her body vanished.
Baran's hand let go of her hair. "That's better."
Yolanda gripped the headboard, fingers curling against the dark wood, as Baran finally pushed into her. She moaned, letting her head fall back, pushing her hips back against Baran.
She felt hands clutching on to her hips, pushing and pulling as the rhythm built quickly, hard and fast. The slide, the fullness, made her head spin but it wasn't enough. It wasn't where she needed it most.
She thought of the last time she was in this position. She released her grip on the bedframe and let herself fall forwards, shoulders sinking into the mattress, face pressed against a pillow.
The change was immediate, the toy now angled at the core of her. She moaned loudly as it pressed in, tried not to whimper each time the pressure released. It was intoxicating, she felt drunk on this, pleasure seeping through in a familiar way.
"Fuck, right there."
It felt so good. So filled with her. The words tumbled from her mouth without thought, desperate and molten. Her eyes closed.
"Don't stop."
The heat was building, she was burning up, pressing harder into the pillow with each thrust.
"Fuck, Trinity."
Yolanda's eyes snapped open. Baran stopped moving.
Yolanda's body was frozen, that name hovering in the air around them for a long moment. How had that even happened? She wasn't even thinking about Trinity, she wasn't. It had been three months since she'd last slept with her, and she'd slept with Baran a few times already since then. She knew who was in bed with her right now.
Yolanda's muscles tensed and she started to push herself up when she felt a firm hand settle between her shoulder blades, keeping her pressed down.
Baran's voice was lower than she'd ever heard it. "Well... Isn't that interesting?"
Before Yolanda could react Baran began moving again. But now the fast thrusts were gone, replaced by a slow steady slide, as inescapable as the tide. The hand on her back slid upwards, a hard pressure at the junction of her neck and shoulder. She could feel Baran leaning further in, her body heat searing against her spine.
The full length of Baran pushed into her, stretching and filling until she felt the cool metal ring of the harness against her skin.
"Tell me Yolanda," Baran whispered against her neck before moving her lips to Yolanda's ear, "is this a fantasy, or a memory?"
Yolanda refused to answer. She couldn't form a coherent thought. Her brilliant mind had fractured at the realisation of what she'd just done. She bit her lip to prevent any further sounds from betraying her.
Baran's hand circled her neck, and suddenly Yolanda was being pulled up, to find herself upright on her knees. Baran's chest pressed against her back, one hand still gripping her hip whilst the other held her throat, fingertips grazing her pulse point.
Baran murmured in her ear. "You know I've thought about her as well... Such a pretty mouth on that girl."
"I don't-" Yolanda started, not knowing where she was going. She wanted to defend herself, defend Trinity (why? It wasn't like she was even here). It didn't matter because Baran interrupted her.
"Oh I think you do. I think you know exactly." Yolanda felt the ghost of a smirk as Baran moved to kiss her neck. She peppered wet kisses along the underside of her jaw, nipped at the delicate skin of her throat. Baran tilted her hips back, the toy pulling out and Yolanda bit back a pathetic noise at the loss of it, before it pushed back in again. "Tell me, when you did this with her, did you take it as well then as you're taking it for me now?"
Against her will the memory hit Yolanda, of being on her hands and knees, feeling the same stretch but with a faster pace, nails scraping down her back as a different woman moaned, an awed voice swearing quietly as Yolanda came.
Yolanda felt herself tighten, a soft sound falling from her lips.
Baran chuckled, feeling the change. "Oh, she must have been good. She's not even here and you're whimpering for her."
Something snapped in Yolanda. A different kind of heat flared, this one angry, protective. She pushed easily out of Baran's grip, releasing herself from the toy and span around to face her.
Her venomous words died on seeing Baran's face. The other woman's eyes had darkened to black pools, hair wild around her face. She wore an expression of unbridled hunger.
Yolanda's breath caught at the sight. Baran took advantage of her hesitation to gently push Yolanda back on to the bed. She pushed Yolanda's legs apart with her knees before positioning herself between them, hovering above Yolanda. The look she gave her had Yolanda's cunt clenching around nothing.
Baran said, "You can keep picturing her. But if you want me to keep fucking you I have one condition."
Yolanda knew what was coming. She was going to be told to shut up, to only moan Baran's name. Baran lined herself back up with the wet slit that was now dripping onto the bedsheets between them.
Baran's heavy lidded eyes held Yolanda's gaze. "Tell me how she fucked you."
Yolanda started up at her in shock. "I won't... I'm not going to do that, Baran, what the fuck-"
Baran pulled back, body lifting away and with it the toy that had been resting at Yolanda's entrance. Instinctively she grabbed Baran's arm, halting her retreat. Baran raised an eyebrow, eyes boring into Yolanda's.
Yolanda felt her mouth go dry. Was she really about to do this? It felt wrong somehow, the idea of using Trinity, the time they spent together, to have orgasms pulled out of her by someone else.
You've used those same memories to get yourself off every time since you ended things, her mind so helpfully reminded her.
Yolanda closed her eyes. She released an unsteady breath and let her head fall backwards.
"She would start with her hands."
The toy repositioned, and she felt the mattress dip as Baran held her weight above her again.
"Go on."
"Her hands would be on my chest first, she would play with my tits even above my shirt."
The toy pushed in and Yolanda's hips bucked. A hand was back on her hip, pulling her up into it.
"Fingers, slipping under my top, scratching down my sides as she bit my neck."
Baran hummed appreciatively above her, slowly speeding up.
"I'd mark her back, she's so responsive with my teeth at her throat. She makes the prettiest sounds."
The next thrust was harder. "Keep going."
Yolanda's head was swimming with the memories. She could picture Trinity right there, lips kiss-swollen and tongue tracing the lines of her collarbone. Hands moving lower along her stomach. Yolanda's own hand began tracing the same path.
"Her fingers sliding down me. She's always so amazed to find me so wet for her. But I'm dripping, and she swipes her fingers through it before bringing her hand back out to taste me."
Above her Baran swore lowly, grip tightening almost painfully at Yolanda's hip, but she kept moving.
Yolanda kept her eyes firmly shut as she reached between them to start circling her clit. "Then she's going faster, fingers pressing into me, so urgent, blushing so pretty when I moan for her."
Baran sounded breathless. "I can picture that blush."
Yolanda moaned as she pressed hard on her clit, bucking deeper as she felt the pleasure reverberate through her body. "This would be easier if you shut up. It's hard to remember when you keep talking."
Sharp nails dug into her skin in response but Baran complied, breathing heavy above her.
Yolanda could see Trinity, see the way her breath hitches whenever a word of praise slips out as Yolanda's moans around her fingers. "I come on her hand, I can't help it, I'm spilling into her palm. Before I can even breathe she's dropping to her knees."
Trinity's staring up at her, eyelashes fluttering in bliss as she lowers her mouth between Yolanda's legs. She's so beautiful like this.
"My hand's in her hair, her tongue is licking into me." She was so wet now she could almost imagine that it was because of Trinity's smart mouth as she eats her out. She moaned, "Fuck."
She was getting close, she could feel it, the tingling of her skin as her back started to arch off the bed. Baran's movements became faster, thrusting long and deep, pushing her towards the edge.
"She's sucking me now, her lips wrapped around me. Her fingers are back, three now, stretching me." Yolanda's breath stuttered, she clutched onto Baran's arm, trying to pull her impossibly deeper. "Fuck, she's doing so good for me, that mouth... I can't hold on."
Trinity's eyes meet hers, expression fucked out and awed and blissful, and Yolanda came with a gasp of "Trinity." Her head snapped back, spine bowing upwards, as it crashed through her. Her whole body shook with it, more intense than she'd felt in a long time.
She sagged back on to the bed, as Baran slowed above her before stopping. Yolanda finally opened her eyes, seeing the other woman looking wrecked. The smug smirk was gone and the moment she realised Yolanda was looking at her she lowered her head to kiss her, sloppy and distracting.
Yolanda kissed back, head fucked and body spent. She reached down and helped Baran shimmy out of the harness, before rolling them over so she could settle between Baran's legs.
She didn't speak, just lowered her mouth to Baran's cunt and licked a long stripe through her. She was soaked. Yolanda had barely started rolling her tongue across Baran's clit before the other woman's legs started to tremble.
Baran let out soft sounds, hands coming to rest almost gently against the back of Yolanda's head. It took less than thirty seconds for her to come, moaning as she spilled against Yolanda's chin.
After Yolanda worked her through the aftershocks she raised her head to send a questioning eyebrow Baran's way.
Baran threw an arm over her face as she lay back. She admitted, "You're not the only one who enjoyed your reminiscing."
Yolanda moved up the bed to lie next to her, breathing ragged. She flopped onto her back, taking stock of what they just did.
Yolanda breathed out. "Fuck."
She could hear Baran's smirk this time, even if she couldn't see it. "You certainly are."