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hi!! i’ve never done this before but id like to request a sydney adamu x femreader :) like maybe with the reader being a new sous chef at the bear or old culinary school crush or smth along those lines haha or literally any other ideas u might have!! there’s an unfortunate lack of sydney fics in general so i’ll rly take anything lol. also LOVED the one you wrote recently (im losing it lately) i have been re-reading it over and over again omfg

Already better for knowing you

Sydney Adamu x female reader

Warnings/Contains: swearing, syd is so fucking awkward, carmy is a meddling shithead, mature themes (involving fruit), beginnings of a praise kink, no actual smut (can you believe it?!)

Thank you so much for requesting this, I thoroughly enjoy writing for Syd! Also sorry that I always write her the same way (awkward-lesbian-munch) but I genuinely think that’s how she’d be. Also cannot believe you’ve read my work multiple times! I didn’t know if you wanted this to be smut so I only hinted, but lemme know if you want more. Anyways, hope you like this!

Sydney and Carmy had to have the difficult talk.

With the success of The Bear, how much it had taken off with their hard work, it was time to bite the bullet.

They needed more hands in the kitchen.

Experienced hands, they needed someone that Syd could rely on. She could give an order and that person would follow.

She needed a sous chef.

They put up the ad and, sure enough, they had a number of chefs in for the interview. They were keen, mostly young, hungry for the chance to break out into their first kitchen.

Both Syd and Carm knew you had to start somewhere but they both really needed the experience, the trust, the reliability.

Their last day of interviews rolled through and Sydney couldn’t help the feeling of helplessness creeping in her chest. Last day of interviews and still no closer to a new sous.

Were they being too picky?

As she shuffled her papers of interview questions and old CVs, she watched Carmy scratch the back of his neck as he read over the last applicant’s details.

“Well, she sounds good on paper.”

Syd couldn’t help the snort she let out, elbows on the table and head resting in her hands. “They’ve all sounded good on paper.”

Carmy shrugged his shoulders at that, but nevertheless sat down beside his chef de cuisine still reading over the paper.

“Says she’s worked in a couple restaurants, out of state- she’s only recently moved to Chicago.”

Syd listened to him speak, trying to find herself a little bit more excited at the prospects.

“Graduated from the CIA, experienced with-“

That perked her up a bit, knowing it was a long shot with the number of campus locations and students that came and went from the institute.

But there was still a small chance.

“What’s her name?” She turned to read the paper over Carmy’s shoulder as the sound of the door opening filled the space.

It all happened so quickly.

The door opened.

Carmy said your name.

You appeared before her.

Still as beautiful as the last time she saw you.

As if she could forget that day, for a few reasons. One, it was graduation, obviously she was going to remember it. Two, well, you were there.

If anyone cared enough to ask, she could tell them what you wore. The way your smile shone under the stage lights. The way you smelt as you hugged her and wished her the best.

Sometimes, when things got quiet, she’d play that moment over in her head.

Sydney thought she might’ve been dreaming when she saw you striding across the auditorium right towards her. You smiled, bright smile, hand coming up to give her a quick wave.

She’d even looked over her shoulder, trying to find out who you were even waving at. By the time she looked back towards you, you were smiling harder and giggling a little.

“Yes, that was for you.” You’d teased, making a heat grow on Syd’s cheeks.

“Yeah- yeah, I knew that.”

Your smile turned into a smirk as you nodded knowingly. “Course you did.”

Then you both stood there quietly, Sydney couldn’t really focus when you were dressed like this. Granted, it was just your chefs whites, but she couldn’t deny you wore the hell out of them.

You’d been wearing them nearly every day, and it still took her breath away every time she saw you. She didn’t even notice you were speaking until you shifted to get into her eye line.

“Sorry- what was that?”

“I said I’ll miss seeing you in the kitchen.”

Syd nodded, earnestly, face softening as she spoke. “I don’t think I’ll enjoy cooking as much without you there.”

She’d surprised herself with her confidence, actually being able to say it. She was pleased to see your smile growing. There was also a glint in your eye that she couldn’t place.

Her chest tightened up as you stepped forward, hands reaching out to pull her into a hug. She melted into you, taking a deep breath to remind herself of your sweet scent.

“Soon as you make it big,” You spoke knowingly, like it was inevitable. “I’ll come find you.”

And here you were now, standing before her in her own restaurant.

You’d found her.

Her mouth fell open as she tried to find the words she’d wanted to say to you all this time. How are you? I’ve missed you? I’ve thought about you every day since the last time I saw you?

Instead, she just stayed silent. She closed her mouth, blinking up at you with those beautiful eyes of hers.

“Syd,” Her name sounded at home in your mouth. “How long has it been?”

“Three years, eight m-months.” She’d only realised how quickly she’d answered when she saw your eyebrows raise.

Carmy shifted beside her, too. It snapped her back into reality, the reality where you were standing right before her and she was acting like a fucking dickhead.

“Well, here’s hoping I’m right on time.” You didn’t look put off, you assumed that same smirk you’d given her all those three years, eight months ago.

You were, you were always right on time. Always in the right place. Always just right.

Syd managed to pull herself together enough to stand up (for whatever reason) and gesture to the seat before her and Carmy. You graciously accepted, sitting down and placing your hands on the table.

Her eyes were immediately drawn to them, the way your fingers intertwined together, the lines coming off your palms. Sydney remembered back to the institute, the distractions she’d face watching you handle a knife or split a citrus fruit.

She couldn’t think of the latter right now.

The way your fingers would pierce the skin, pulling it apart with juices spraying up your wrists. You’d scoop out the flesh with your bare hands, not caring for the way it’d leave you sticky and dripping.

You’d look up at her, finding her watching you and not minding the way she stared. The fateful day you threw the rest of the grapefruit into the scraps, bringing two fingers to your lips to lick the excess off before you washed your hands.

Sydney was completely and utterly-

“Obsessed,” Your voice brought her back into the room, only for the second or third time in the short span of time. “Obsessed with what you’ve done with this place.”

She saw Carmy smile out the corner of her eye, his cheeks blushed a little at your words. You had that effect on most people. Sydney knew better than anyone what you could do to a person with just a few words.

“Well, we’re quite impressed with your CV,” He responded, laying it out on the table. “Aren’t we, Syd?”

By the time she looked away from him, she found you were already staring at her expectantly. She nodded, mumbling an affirmative sound to the both of them.

“Really impressed, seems like you’ve done a great job since graduation.”

You lit up, that’s the only way Sydney could describe it. It was as if your heart was swelling in your chest as your cheeks rose.

“Thank you, that means a lot,” She had assumed you were referring to the both of them until you finished. “Coming from you, Syd.”

If this was how she was at the interview, lord help her in the kitchen. There was no doubt you were getting the job, that was an absolute given. But Sydney would have to think hard about how it’d work practically.

Her sous chef. Following her every move. Responding to her every word. Reliable, obedient, willing, responsive.

Syd had seen you in action at the institute, but never following her own orders. She didn’t know if she’d be able to cope with hearing your “yes, chef” and knowing it was directed at her.

Even the way you were looking at her now, so expectant, hanging on to everything she was saying. She knew that look in your eye, on your face, you’d given yourself away just a little earlier.

“Coming from you, Syd.”

Praise. You were looking for her praise.

The thought sent Sydney into overdrive, forcing her to stand up abruptly and knock her knees into the table as she did.

Both you and Carmy looked up at her in confusion, your mouth opening to ask if everything was alright.

Syd cut you off, babbling as she walked away from the table. “I just remembered- remembered that the stove is on and- that’s the number one cause of kitchen fires- and I will be right back!”

She kept talking as she eventually made her way into the kitchen, hiding in the space right next to the oven (that hadn’t been on all morning).

Sydney knew she was fucked. Royally, totally, well and truly fucked. The crush she’d had on you at the institute had been debilitating and, whilst she’d missed you, these three years and eight months had meant she was finally able to focus.

Now here you were, in her kitchen and looking like everything she’d ever wanted.

Syd had no idea how long she stayed hiding in the kitchen but sooner or later Carmy came through with a stupid smile on his face, leaning against the bench.

“Think you handled that really well.”

“Shut the fuck up, I’m begging you.”

He laughed, laying the brown folder he’d been carrying down beside him as he crossed his arms. She looked up at him, wincing a little as she already knew what was coming.

“You gave her the job, didn’t you?”

Carmy laughed louder, looking down at the heap of Sydney on the floor. She could kick his shins right now.

“Of course I did,” He responded, pushing up from the bench as he turned to leave. “Have fun training your new sous chef.”

Fucked. Completely fucked.

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g0tmilkx3 · 25 days

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I'm losing it lately

Sydney Adamu x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: reader is AFAB with fem pronouns, swearing, pining and yearning, syd's general disdain towards reader at first, alcohol, carmy and richie are also (cluelessly) into reader, mentions of knives, mention of alcohol (syd drinks but reader doesn't), stripping, face sitting, fingering, finger sucking, body worship, syd's breaking into her dirty talk game (she also calls reader a slut (endearing) once in her head).

Word Count: 4.9k

Working title was "Notes on being Sydney's Lacy." This is loosely based off of Olivia Rodrigo's song 'Lacy' and the concept of thinking you hate a girl but you actually just want her to [REDACTED].

You.

It was as if everywhere Sydney looked, all she could find was you.

The glow in your eyes, the curl of your smile, the rise and fall of your shoulders every time you so much as laughed or ran a knife through a fresh vegetable.

From the moment Sydney rose in the morning, her slow routine to get her even halfway ready for the day ahead of her, to the train ride to the restaurant, to the cool walk up to the front doors. All she could think of was…

You.

Your voice was the first thing to catch Sydney’s ear when she walked into the locker room. Hanging up bags and fixing on an apron, the only sound she could even register was you.

Captivating Richie with just the way you sounded your words, you could’ve been reading him the phone book and it would’ve garnered the same reaction.

That was just the way you were. Richie hung on your every word, Carmy’s eyes followed you as you swept through the kitchen, even Fak found himself more distracted than usual when you breezed past.

Sydney, on the other hand, was less mystified by your “charms.”

She tried to sneak into the kitchen unnoticed, get to her station and get her prep done quickly and painlessly. As usual, Sydney had little say in what would actually occur.

The hand that holds the cards was always you.

“Sydney,” The way you said it was almost like a sigh, a sigh of relief, a breath that was held.

Your smile, wide eyed and pretty. You looked utterly sweet, like spun sugar, like something to break your teeth on, like stuck to your fingers and not going anywhere.

“How are you this morning?”

Sydney had to fight not to roll her eyes, undoing her knife bag as she shrugged her shoulders. “You know, same shit, different day.”

It didn’t deter you, if anything you nodded with a knowing smile. Your shoulder worked over time, spatula in hand as you folded in whatever was in your bowl. You dipped your eyes for only a moment before you fixed back on Syd.

“Are you coming tonight?”

It had almost escaped her, Sydney had almost forgot the drinks that the rest of the team had organised for tonight. Team building, strengthening the relationship of the kitchen.

Sugar was actually the first to suggest it, Carmy wasn’t too sure until he’d heard your excitement. You’d clapped your hands together, exclamations of how fun it’d be. You even tried to get Syd in agreement but it wasn’t that easy. Suddenly, Carmy was a lot more onboard with the idea.

Go figure.

Sydney had tried to feign other responsibilities, that she wouldn’t be able to make it. Now it was down to the day and there was nowhere for her to hide. She also knew that if she didn’t show up, Carmy would make her life hell about it.

Snapping back into focus, Sydney realised that there were expectant eyes on her. Your expectant eyes, never wavering, still the kindness and sticky sweetness behind them.

Sydney had also realised that, when she walked in, Richie had been in the middle of chewing your ear off. She also realised that you’d completely stalled his conversation for the chance to have this meaningless back and forth with her.

She felt her shoulders tense at the idea of it. Just what were you getting at?

“Uh, yeah- sure, I’ll be there.”

Your eyes lit up like you were staring into the sun. Your cheeks rose high and your eyes squinted just a little as you nodded your head.

“Good, looks like I will be too then.”

Sydney couldn’t take it, she took a knife from the fold and dropped her head to focus on her prep. Thankfully, she could hear Richie’s voice pick back up and do his best to get the discarded conversation back on track.

That made it easier, she found herself running right through her prep without having to deal with the thought of you. It made things a breeze, her technique was better, things were more aligned.

Of course, the moment she lifted her gaze across the bench, you were already looking at her as Richie’s words went in one ear and out the other.

Lord give her strength.

Sydney did not want to be in a bar, that was one thing for sure.

A second thing, she did not want to be here with the team.

Sure, she loved these people, but after a long day on her feet she actually wanted to be in bed watching another aimless show about luxury real estate.

She’d fall asleep to the dulcet tones of a turn key cliffside mansion with marble counter tops and she’d dream of rolling dough against them. She’d imagine the flour falling from her fingertips and stopping the mixture from sticking.

Sydney would feel the cool breeze of her dream drifting through the sliding doors from the infinity pool area, and she’d hear the creak of the glass as someone pushed it open. Like always, her dreams would betray her and there you would be.

You’d walk towards her like you owned the place, the towel would be draped around you and slowly starting to fall when Sydney would wake up with a start, quickly turning off the television.

Thankfully, she’d be saved from that nightmare.

Anyway, that’s where she wants to be. Not here, not in this dimly lit bar where the music is a bit too loud and definitely not her taste.

Not here where Carmy is buying you a drink and trying to ask you questions with his lips just mere moments from your ear.

She imagined his breath was sweaty, that it’d tickle the side of your neck and you’d shiver a bit and wish that he’d stop and just let you thank him for the drink.

Her thoughts were confirmed, in a way, when she saw you nod politely and give him a half hearted cheers with your glasses. She watched the way your head rolled around the bar, eyes scanning until they fell on what you were looking for.

You found her. She watched you watch her and immediately you were walking her way.

For fucks sake.

Sydney tried to pretend she couldn’t see you coming. She tried to focus on the way Richie was angrily gesturing from you to Carmy. She thought she could hear something about “I told you I was buying her drinks!”

It was hard to ignore you when you came up right beside her, giving her a quick wave along with your smile. “You having fun?”

What a question. Sydney had been standing on the wall since you all arrived, nursing just one drink that was now melted ice cubes. Her stupid little paper straw was disintegrating and her hand was wet with the condensation of the glass.

Was she having fun?

“Yeah, course I am.”

She watched the way your eyebrows raised, nodding like you almost believed her. You leaned in just a little bit as you spoke.

“Then act like it.”

Sydney was about to argue when she felt your hand close around the glass she’d been protecting. You slid it out her grasp and spoke up again.

“Can’t be having much fun with an empty glass, I’ll get you another.”

Sydney tried to stop you.

“You don’t have to-“

“I want to.”

“You don’t know what I’m drinking-“

You stopped, your head turning over your shoulder and she thought you might’ve even looked a little bit happy that she was following you to the bar.

“Yes I do.”

You placed her glass down and signaled to the bartender. Unsurprisingly, he dropped everything and made his way straight towards you. His eyes almost sparkled as he listened to exactly what you had to say.

“Tom Collins, please.” As you spoke, you tapped two fingers on the rim of Sydney’s glass.

Within an instant he was turning around to prepare the cocktail and Syd took her chance to speak up.

“That’s not what I was drinking, I had a vodka soda.”

You leaned against the bar as you smiled at her. “I know, but it’s what you wished you were drinking.”

Sydney’s face scrunched in confusion. You weren’t exactly wrong, if anything, you were absolutely correct. But how did you know that-

“Family dinner, can’t remember which one, you said it was your favourite cocktail and the first one you learnt to make.”

She didn’t get it, her face shook a little as she struggled with the words. “How could you remember that?”

“How could I forget?”

Thankfully the bartender reappeared with a tall Tom Collins and eyes that were only for you. “Anything else, sweetheart?”

Your face never changed a shade until you turned towards Sydney, looking to her expectantly. “Anything else?”

She felt herself shooting a gaze of disapproval towards the bartender, for reasons she couldn't place. She shook her head with a quick “no thanks.”

“No thanks.” You echoed, picking up your own drink and leaving the bar.

You didn’t even need to turn and check to know that Sydney was following you. She may not have wanted to, but she wasn’t really sure she could go anywhere else.

Finding the least sticky booth in the place, you let her slide in first before you followed her in. She took a quiet sip of the cocktail, enjoying the taste of lemon and pushing down the taste of being remembered.

You ran your finger around the rim of your glass, you didn’t say anything, didn’t look her way. Instead, you watched the rest of the room. You watched everyone milling about and chatting with each other.

Sydney wondered if you wished you were out there. If you wanted Carmy to keep trying to charm your pants off? If you wished Richie would get a little handsy by the pool table? Her eyes watched you as you tilted your head back towards her.

She thinks she saw contentment.

Very suddenly, you happened to turn your head the rest of the way and catch her staring. She felt caught, but she couldn’t find it in herself to look away.

You had been the thorn in her side since she’d met you, grating on her at your every move. The way you couldn’t leave her alone, always needing to know if she’s having a good day, always needing to know if she’d read any good books lately, always needing to work in the space next to her.

She thought about you endlessly. Everything you did, she found herself building it up just to tear it right down in her mind. Every word you said to her, every compliment that you threw her way was a coded message that only you both shared the solution to.

“God, Sydney, your plating is beautiful.”

Why were you scrutinising her work so intently?

“Can you show me how you do that one time? You’re so good at it.”

Why do you need to know? So you can do it better?

“Your hands, I can’t stop staring, they’re so steady.”

Why are you even looking at her hands? So you can be the first to tell when they shake?

“Syd, your bandana is so sweet. Where do you get those?”

That one, the way you’d listened intently with that look of endearment across your face. Only a week later for you to show up with a small parcel, delicately wrapped and in your outstretched hands. She’d peeled back the paper to see an ornate silk scarf, with the tiniest intricate detail around the borders.

You’d been the only person in the kitchen to remember her birthday. When the others had asked why you’d brought her a gift you’d answered like it was obvious. Sydney couldn’t even remember telling you when her birthday was. She sure as hell couldn’t understand why you’d care enough to bring her a gift.

Every waking (and even sleeping) moment of Sydney’s life, she found you there. At the very centre, burrowing your way in and refusing to give up your space. She couldn’t win. When you were around, she could barely breathe.

And when you weren’t there?

Total loss. Sydney knew from the moment she walked through the doors that something was off, the kitchen almost felt cold. It was quieter, it didn’t have that usual buzz that drew her in. She gave it at least an hour before she had to ask.

“Oh, she wasn’t feeling well so she’s taken the day.”

Carmy had said it so flippantly, like he couldn’t care less. He didn’t care that you were alone in your apartment. He didn’t care that you were having to look after yourself, when you really should’ve been resting.

You’d called him, your voice probably a little bit off and he hadn’t dropped everything to make sure you were alright. He hadn’t fired up the burner to make you an easy soup, one that would surely make you feel loved.

Sydney’s head felt like it was swelling that day. She’d managed to work through it but her last hour, she kept an ear out as the stock pot simmered behind her and the bread crusted nicely in the oven.

When you’d returned to work with the Tupperware, she’d silently watched you thank Carmy with a broad smile. His look of confusion irritated Sydney to no end as he stared back blankly.

“Oh, the note said it was from the whole team.”

Carmy was no help but it wasn’t like you’d needed it. Your eyes found Sydney’s for just a moment before she lowered her head back to the chopping board she was stationed at.

“Thank you, it was exactly what I needed.” You’d told her later, when you had the chance.

Sydney was going to play at not knowing what you were talking about, brush it off as someone else’s doing. That was until you placed your hand on her upper arm and squeezed once as you refused to break eye contact.

Instead, Sydney didn’t say anything at all.

So here you were, doing the exact same thing in this dark little corner of this dark little bar. Refusing to break eye contact as you shuffled a little closer to her in the booth.

You were everything that pissed Sydney off.

Finger swirling the rim of the glass again, like you knew she couldn’t take her eyes off it.

You were everything that kept her up at night.

Lips pursing around your straw, you took your last long sip.

You were everything that she wanted and needed.

Pushing both your glasses away, you turned until only your back was visible to the rest of the bar. Caging her in, locking her down. Keeping this between you two.

You were everything.

“Sydney?”

All the air had been sucked out of the room as your left arm rested on the booth behind her and your right hand lay against her knee.

“Mhmm?”

Your thumb ran back and forth across her knee, even through her jeans you could feel the way her skin was burning under your touch.

“Is this okay?”

Sydney felt like she might fucking die. Everything that she’d ever thought about you, every idea, every dream, it was all turning from a murky wash into full screaming colour.

“Well-“

All this time, every furious little fight she’d internalised against you, all those fits of frustration she’d found herself in. It was never actually anger.

“What’s up, Syd?”

Your fingers moved a little higher on her thigh as her heart fought to break out of her chest. It had all come down to this, her chance to stop living in her head and finally acknowledge what it really was.

Complete and utter worship.

Sydney sucked in a breath and shook it out, letting the little confidence she had take over. Her hand moved to rest against your waist, using it to pull you just a little bit closer so she could whisper her question.

“Can I take you home?”

She didn’t miss the way the corners of your lips quirked up at her question. You lent in just a little bit till she could feel your breath just beneath her ear.

“You can do whatever you want.”

Sydney couldn't believe she was crossing the threshold of your apartment, the concept was nearly overwhelming. She took in your furniture, your decorating, and for a small place it was so unequivocally you.

As she moved closer into your home her eyes flickered to your kitchen. She could imagine you there, against the kitchen bench, drinking the soup she'd made you and smiling as it warmed your chest.

She'd thought about what it might've looked like. Did you have a blanket draped around your shoulders? Were you just wearing a t-shirt that fell mid-thigh? When you took that first spoonful, did her creation make you moan?

Thankfully, you snapped her out of her own thoughts by placing her hand in your own and nearly dragging her through the place. She felt like your living room was whipping past her head at a great rate of knots and nothing could prepare her for what came next.

Stepping into your bedroom, all the blood rushed around her head and thumped in her ears. There was so much going on tonight.

Sydney thought back to the bar, the way your hand had squeezed her knee as you slid back out the booth. The way she'd held your hand as you led her away from the night. The disgruntled protests from Richie and Carmy as they watched her steal you away.

None of that mattered. Everything had come down to the fact that you had her at the end of your bed and your hands were sliding over her shoulders to push her jacket off.

You gently placed your hands on her hips to nudge her back until she was sat on the bed, looking up at you like you'd hung the moon. Stepping back, you couldn't miss the way Sydney's hands twitched against her thighs, like she was saying "don't go too far."

Smiling for her, you stayed put, hands reaching for the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. Her eyes moved from your face, down your chest (staying for a beat), and across to the waistband of your jeans. But you did notice the way they trailed right back to your face and her own smile grew.

Sydney spent every day looking at your face and even with her world at her fingertips, she'd look a little longer.

You were able to draw her attention back to your figure when you began to unbutton your jeans. Her breath caught in her throat and her wide eyes widened just that bit more as you began to shimmy them over your thighs and let them pool at your feet.

She watched you step out of them, kicking the discarded clothes aside and taking a couple of deliberate steps until you were stood between her thighs. Sydney's hands ran up the sides of your legs until they rested on your hips, touching you like you might break.

Moving them to your belly, she coasted them up and over the delicate lace of your bra. Steady hands curved around your breasts, just gently enough to map the lines of your body.

"This set is nice." She remarked, eyes quickly flickering to your matching panties before they moved back up to your eyes.

You giggled quietly as you nodded. "Thank you, I was hoping you'd like them."

Sydney had to take the moment to come to terms with this fact. That you'd woken up that morning and made the decision of which underwear to put on, with her in mind.

As she moved her hands again, you gently picked up one of them and brought them up to your face. Ever so carefully, you pressed the smallest of kisses to each pad of her finger.

Quickly as her heart fluttered, a determined heat settled in the pit of her stomach as your tongue ran up the length of her first and second finger. Sydney's mouth dropped open as she watched you wrap your lips around the tips of them before dragging her hand back to your chest.

"Your hands," You spoke, continuing to move it down until it her grasp rested on the band of your panties. "I've always been obsessed with your hands."

Her mind flashed back to the comment you'd made all those months earlier, how you couldn't stop staring. She thought about maybe how much sooner she could've been doing this if she had gotten out of her own way.

She couldn't dwell on that for long, not with the way you were moving in and perching yourself in her lap. Your thighs sat either side of hers and Sydney let her hands instinctively fall onto your waist.

Nose to nose, you could smell the lemon off the drink you'd brought her. She could feel your breath across her face and it was everything she'd imagined it would be.

You, like this, in her lap. That was quite honestly something she'd thought of many times.

Placing a hand on either side of her neck, you felt the weight of her braids resting atop your fingers. You'd only been trying to do this since you met the girl but you knew Sydney would be a tough one to crack.

But she was an uphill battle that would always be worth it for the view.

The view of her eyes shutting gently as her lips parted and she surged forward to capture your own lips. Her tongue immediately found its spot in your mouth, moving perfectly with yours and tickling the soft skin.

The tiny moan that left your throat and flooded into Sydney's mouth was swallowed right up by her. Hands holding you tight as she pulled your hips into her own, you let your own hands move up to her jaw.

You held onto her face, tilting it up so you could consume her whole. You'd finally got everything you wanted, there was no way you could let her go. Her hands lifted off your hip for a moment and you heard yourself whine at the loss of contact.

Syd snorted a laugh, only disconnecting your lips for a moment as she worked her own shirt off. Suddenly you could move your hands, running them down the smooth fabric of her cropped bra. Your hands cupped at her chest, feeling the swell of her breasts under your fingers.

Soon, you felt her arm slide under your behind as she began to shuffle back up the bed. She lay down beneath you, letting you perch above her as her hands went back to your waist.

Reaching behind you, you unclasped your bra, sliding the straps down your arms slowly before you tossed it behind you. Sydney did let her eyes fall on your bare breasts, taking in the sight before her.

Moving her hands, she cupped one breast in each hand with her fingers gently tweaking at your nipples. Your eyes began to roll, the tiny shocks of electricity ran through your body as she played with your most sensitive areas.

Your hands lay against her stomach, bringing them to her jeans were you began to unfasten them, slipping your hands underneath them to feel for the waistband of her underwear.

Hearing your name drift off her lips brought you back, your hazy eyes dropping back down to where she lay beneath you.

"Get up here and let me taste you." Sydney ordered in the same voice you'd heard every working day in the kitchen.

Like a switch turning on inside of you, you obediently shuffled up her body until you were hovering over her face. Your heart was pounding behind your ribcage, feeling her hands curve over your ass until they slipped beneath you.

Sydney hooked her fingers into the fabric of your panties, slipping them to the side as her other arm came over your thigh. She pulled you down until you were seated on her face, your cunt laying on the flat of her tongue.

She licked one long line from your entrance to your clit, circling it a couple times before she pursed her lips around it to suck. One of your hands went to your breast, pulling and tweaking at your nipple as the other hand shot out behind you to splay on Sydney's stomach.

You felt your hips roll into her mouth, riding the curve of her tongue as she moved it skilfully against you. Your mouth fell open, the sweet moans flooding past your lips and filling the room.

"Jesus Christ, Syd," You huffed out your words as you kept bucking your hips. "Just like that."

She hummed into you, affirming that she wouldn't change a fucking thing. Not if it meant you kept humping her tongue like that, sounding so pretty when you called out her name.

Her tongue moved around you just like it had in your mouth. It made its way in and commandeered the space. She knew exactly what she was doing, knew exactly how to move to to elicit just what she wanted from you.

Sydney's eyes opened, watching you above her as you rolled your hips with your head tipped back. The way your eyes shut and your mouth fell open as you whimpered. In honesty, she thought you looked a bit like a debauched slut. Just how she wanted you.

There was pride sitting on her chest, sitting just behind you actually. That pride knew that there were a handful of people back at that bar right now that wanted you exactly like this, and Syd was the one that had you. That pride also knew that there was no way they could have you moaning the way you were now.

None of those men would know exactly what you wanted like she could. Not that you were a prize, an object, or anything of the sort.

But Sydney had one first fucking place.

Your hand drifted just a little bit lower, back under her open jeans and beneath the band of her underwear. The curls of her pubic area ran under your fingers until you dipped them into her slit.

"Sydney, you're fucking soaking."

She gave you a moan in response, the feeling reverberating through your body and her hips raised up under your touch. You dipped a finger towards her entrance, collecting slick until you brought it back to circle her clit.

Moving your hand behind you, she lifted her hips to help you get better reach. Your fingers dipped down, tips gently breaching her entrance and making her release another groan into your core.

Your pussy clenched around her tongue, spasms moving up your body as you kept up your movements. Both of Sydney's arms came to hook over your thighs, holding you tight as you fucked her face.

Cries of her name kept rolling off your tongue, the more that she sucked her lips around your clit. You'd no doubt that your neighbours might be impressed by Sydney's skill but all the more wishing she'd go home right now.

You slipped both your middle fingers inside her core, hooking them up against her and rubbing the heel of your hand against her clit. Her hips bucked up again, chasing the feeling as your fingers moved quickly inside of her.

Feeling the white hot tension building to its breaking point inside of you, your teeth clenched around your lower lip as you looked down at her. Her eyes caught on with yours as you rolled your hand against her clit again.

The way her eyes rolled back and the blissed out expression crossed her face was enough for you. Your whole body tensed up as you felt the coil snap, fighting to keep your hand moving in her trousers as your orgasm plummeted through you.

Sydney held onto you, gently pressing kisses to your pussy as she felt your muscles tensing beneath her hands. Her own eyes screwed up as you crooked your fingers up, pressing against the soft, spongey area behind her pubic bone and feeling her tense around your hand.

You shifted your hips back so you could hear the way she whimpered, the sound going down in history for you as it twisted into a moan of your name. Her fingertips dug into your thighs as you brought her to her orgasm.

Her hips stuttered, quietly calling out for you as you let her ride it out on your hand. Gently, you swung your leg off of her and slowly ran your fingers against her slit, feeling the aftershocks slowly dissipating through her.

Shifting to lay beside her on the bed, you brought your fingers up to her mouth, watching her wrap her lips around them and taste herself as you kissed at the wetness you'd left on her chin.

Sydney snuck her left arm beneath you, her right wrapping round your back to pull you in closer as she pressed her lips back against yours. Her tongue pushed it's way through and made total ground as her thigh slotted between your legs.

Rolling it against your centre once, she smiled as you moaned into her mouth. Sydney nodded, humming in delight as she felt your hands working under the band of her bra.

"That's a good girl," She cooed, well and truly finding the rest of her confidence. "Lay back and let me worship you."

#this is so good it’s crazy #why am I (a grown woman) giggling and kicking my feet rn #sydney adamu x reader

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g0tmilkx3 · 27 days

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There are no Lou fics and I’m going to change that

#I did it 🫢#love lies bleeding

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g0tmilkx3 · 27 days

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i saw a post on twitter by a european saying americans are fake for their random compliments to strangers and their general cheery demeanor and like no. no no no you don’t understand. if you get a random compliment from an american on the street about your outfit or whatever, that is 100% genuine. we mean it. we aren’t lying we are making a small but fleeting connection with you because our lives are shitty but the human condition is enduring. oh god i’m clutching my chest

#every non American I meet is immediately like why are yall so nice #we just like smiling idk why not be nice?

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g0tmilkx3 · 28 days

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Gal Pals

Welcome and thank you for reading in advance. This is a story about two besties!

Authors Note: This story is written in third person with an original female character. No use of Y/N.

WARNINGS: 18+, drinking, gun violence, jealousy, possessiveness, pining, sorta friends to enemies to lovers, lesbians fucking, orgasm denial, toxic relationship, mentions of murder, codependency, lesbians acting like lesbians

Her touch was warm. Brazen in its candor, righteous in its nature. She left a fiery trail to sizzle behind her fingers as she mapped out all of the places she wanted to kiss, to lick, to suck. How she loved to bruise her lover. To leave behind a mark of trust that was begged to be placed there. Her eyes were always bright and present. Beautiful like the light that filtered through the trees and gazed upon the lilies in springtime. She whispered to her lover even when it was just the two. Afraid to lose the gentleness of their union, she didn’t want the divinity to crack. All of the pieces to tumble away, the art to be ruined forever. She'd often sit and let her mind wander. Sometimes she'd reach the darkest depths of her soul. What would happen if they took her lover away? She’d go mad. The thread that kept her together would snap. She didn’t like thinking about that. But, it was hard not to. And her sweet Honey, her sweet, sweet dollop of heaven had no idea of these affections. She never will. All of these carnal fantasies were all thought up in her dreams. Though, one day she wished they would become reality.

Lou rubbed her eyes as she roused from an unplanned nap. She laid back on the couch cushion, feet kicked up, television on, remote still in hand. On the rare days she had off she spent her time wasting away on her beat up couch. The once vibrant colored fabric was now sun bleached and covered in lint. There was a beer stain that never quite came out and a tear on one of the cushions that revealed the foam hiding inside. She drifted in and out of sleep as reruns of a 70s sitcom droned on in the background. Most people wouldn't consider this entertaining but Lou revered this time of relaxation. Once upon a time her idea of relaxation was firing off a .22.

The doorbell chimed bringing her out of her moment of bliss.

“Honey?” She was shocked to find her coworker and close friend standing outside of her door. Although they'd been friends for a little over a year now she never invited Honey to her place. They opted to spend time at a bar or at Honey's place. She never trusted herself to have her so close to her home let alone inside. Lou knew how obsessive she could become and she didn’t want to subject someone so sweet to her latent wrath. Then she heard her sniffle. At the sound Lou threw all caution to the wind and invited the shivering woman in. “Here sit down I’ll grab some water.”

“Grab wine!” Honey called after her as she walked away. Lou lifted her head and glanced behind her, nervous yet eager to hear just what happened to her friend. Lou wasn't much of a fighter, but she'd fight for the right person.

Once inside the kitchen she searched her fridge for wine but only found brown liquor that she'd sip on those lonely nights. She winced grabbing the nearly empty bottle of whiskey. The thick glass clinked against the rings she never took off.

“All I have is whiskey.” She held the bottle up with a grimace. “I can go out and grab some wine-“

“No,” Honey finally looked at Lou fully, letting the soft light of the lamp illuminate her entire face. “That’s perfect.”

Lou gasped before she could stop herself, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth. An ugly deep purple bruise had blossomed over her friends cheek. Even with a bruise on her face she still stole her breath away. But, those feelings of affection had transformed into something, something that made her burn hot. She rushed over, slamming the whiskey on her coffee table as she passed it.

“What happened?” She gently lifted her hand to examine the wound a little closer. Honey flinched as Lou moved her hair out of the way. Lou tsked with the shake of her head, careful not to brush her wound again. “Who did this to you?”

She felt her heart shatter as a hot tear streamed down her lovers face. Her finger twitched. He thought about the gun she had strapped under the coffee table for emergencies. This felt like an emergency. Much to her dismay, Honey shook her head, pulling back out of her grasp.

“He apologized for it,” she wiped her tear away “it was just some guy at the gym…" she wiped another tear that threatened to fall. "I'm more shaken up than anything. Nobody has ever hit me before."

Lucky her.

“At the gym?” Lou questioned. “Some rando fuckwad at the gym laid his hands on you?”

“He was on some stimulant and lifting.” She hesitated but decided to continue once she saw Lou’s expression. “I told him we were closed and tapped his shoulder, he swung around thinking I was some man.”

“So the douchebag hit you because you tapped him?” It was decided. She crouched down searching for the hidden weapon.

“He apologized a lot.” She reassured, curiously watching as Lou searched under the coffee table. “What are you doing?”

Lou didn’t answer, continuing her actions.

“Lou please it’s okay.” She grasped her arm gently pulling, but she didn’t budge. “He offered to pay for my medical bills, he honestly didn’t mean it.”

She finally stopped moving. Honey’s eyes widened as she saw her sit back up on the couch, a pistol in hand.

“Woah, Lou what the hell?” She watched the gun, apprehension in her eyes. Lou glanced at her with a chuckle before looking back down at the gun. She loaded it with bullet after bullet.

“Relax doll I’m not gonna hurt you.” She closed it with a finite CLICK. “I’m gonna hurt that douche.”

“Lou please.” She rested her hand on her knee. This caught Lou’s attention. She looked down at the manicured hand of her friend then back up at her bruised face. She deflated after a few seconds of heavy eye contact.

“You know those eyes are dangerous.” She placed her gun on the coffee table before clasping her hands together, letting them dangle between her widespread legs. “They can get me to do just about anything.” The sincerity in her voice made Honey's body heat up. She couldn’t take another second of the swollen silence.

“I um I…” she broke eye contact and chuckled, she felt her face melting off from the intensity of Lou’s stare. She didn’t falter, not once. She never did. Honey silently wondered if she ever second guessed herself or her actions.

“Here.” Lou used her finger to lift Honey's chin. “Let’s get you a drink then we can see about treating that.”

By the end of the night Honey was tipsy and smiling despite the pain it caused. Lou was happy to be of service. Whenever Honey would get tipsy she’d hang off of Lou, draping her body across her lap like she were a chair. Lou didn’t mind though. Always respectful, she only touched her where she had permission. But whenever she’d lose her place or slip Lou was sure to catch her. Tonight, Lou didn’t know if it was the whiskey or that bruise but she was feeling like a big softie. She couldn’t help but kiss Honey’s forehead. Honey was too drunk to care and Lou was just drunk enough to not feel shame or embarrassment.

“Why did you do that?” The slur of her words only made Lou grin. She kissed the spot again.

“Because you’re so sweet.” She muttered, lips still pressed against Honey’s warmth. “I can’t help myself.”

Honey sat up, Lou missed the weight of her body almost instantly. She fully faced Lou, leaning forward just enough to search her eyes.

“Why do you say things like that to me?” She hiccuped. "When we’re just friends. What about Daisy?”

The question hit her across the face, sending her mind into a spiral of excuses and explanations. Usually, she’d tell anybody who threatened to invade her private life to fuck off, but instantaneously she wanted to soothe the wound. Get them back to where they were. Not a secret between them, open and honest.

“Daisy and I, we…” she took a deep swig of her whiskey. “It’s easy with Dais.” She decided to leave it at that. Honey settled down on her lap, her head against Lou’s thighs gazing up at her confidant. Lou brushed the hair on Honey’s forehead back. “Maybe, I’m afraid to be with anybody else. To make a connection.”

“You shouldn’t be LouLou.” She replied gently, the affectionate nickname rolling off of her tongue. Butterflies erupted in Lou’s belly. Her affections towards the woman flamed within her, scorching her from the inside out – burning her cheeks.

“I think it’s time for you to get to bed.” She raised her eyebrows, tapping Honey on the shoulder.

“Are you kicking me out?” She pouted, her wet plump lips called to Lou. But she didn’t answer. She knew deep down that if she crossed that line and kissed her she’d be hooked. Like a drug, she knew just one taste would send her down a road chasing a high that was continually out of reach.

“Of course not Honey,” She gently sat her friend up before standing up. “You can sleep in my bed.”

They were close. As close as Lou let them get. She was guarded, naturally inclined to be a loner. But, there was something about Honey. She couldn't put her finger on it. Whenever she was around she felt like she were walking on clouds. Suspended in the air never caring to come down. Frankly, it scared Lou. She hadn't felt this way about a girl since, well since she could remember. Honey was a temple she prayed to day in and day out. She was possessed by a deity that Lou was cursed to worship for all her days.

Lou’s gaze was sweltering, scorching Honey's skin when she arrived at work a few days later. Thankfully her bruise was mostly gone. Faint discoloration took its place. The wind blew as she walked through the door sending fly-away hairs awry, the glow of the setting sun surrounded her head like a crown. Honey always felt Lou's stare when their shifts overlapped. It made her falter in her steps, even after all this time. Lou made her stutter, she made her daydream and drift into a far off land that included the two hand in hand dancing the night away. But, as fate would have it they were destined to be just friends. Much to Honey's disappointment.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?" A tall man stepped in front of Honey. One she recognized from a few days earlier.

"Hello!" Incessant snapping broke Lou from her favorite activity. She tore her gaze from Honey engaged in conversation with some man and faced the himbo that'd been trying to get her attention. "I need a protein bar. How much?"

"50 bucks." She glanced back over to find Honey still engaged in conversation with that man. A pretty good looking man who was sculpted to all high heaven. Absently, Lou heard the hunk complain about being robbed blind before he threw a $50 bill down on the counter.

"You still owe me for that bud." She didn't spare him a glance. Her hands moved on their own, grabbing a vile filled with fuel and sliding it across the counter. The man dropped a $10 bill on top of the wrinkled 50, discreetly grabbed the vile, and left.

Honey laughed, her hand connected with her new friends shoulder. Lou could tell by the grin of the meathead that he wanted her Honey. He wanted her bad. Lou knew that look because everyone gave Honey that look. A look saying they wanted to devour her, they they wanted to ruin her. But, Lou wanted to be the first to ruin her. The only one who got the satisfaction.

So, Lou debated. She could stay here and be a normal person who isn't insanely in love with her best friend. Or she could forget about Honey and her new friend and actually get some work done. She stared at the mop bucket with great disdain. She decided that she’d watch Honey simply to make sure she's safe. But when she looked back, Honey was gone. Her stomach twisted.

She felt sick. Worse than sick. She felt empty, disgusted, envious. She couldn't pin down her ugly feelings with one word. They were too complex. Fleshed out and etched on her face. Honey returned moments later instantaneously noticing her friends sour expression.

"Woah, did pops drop by again?" She teased as she rounded the corner and sat her backpack down at her feet.

"You're late." Lou simply replied refusing to look her in the eye.

"No I'm not..." she replied, unsure of what brought on the coolness of Lou's words. "I was here, just had to help someone with something."

"Right and just what was that?" She busied herself with organizing the papers strewn around the counter. Anything to keep her moving and busy. She could feel this ugly feeling boiling in her body, threatening to spill out. "Because I saw you chopping it up with some guy." She hoped her words came off as nonchalant, but she couldn't bring herself to care how they sounded at this point.

Honey scoffed through a surprised laugh.

"So, you saw me speaking with a customer and still thought I was late?" She crossed her arms and stared Lou down. She dipped her head attempting to catch her eye but Lou was stubborn. Constantly darting them away, constantly finding something else to do. "Dude stop moving around so much." She grabbed her wrist effectively stopping her movements. "If you must know it was the guy that hit me the other day, he brought me some medicine for my bruise." She waited beat before dropping the bomb. “And he asked me on a date.”

Lou hesitated, letting her eyes climb from the counter, to her wrist, to Honey's hand on her wrist. Her gaze trailed up her arm until she found her face. More importantly her eyes. So open and honest, the only eyes she could ever trust. She was different. She wasn't entangled in her family B.S. If Lou had anything to do with it, she never would be. Despite her need to protect Honey, in this very moment Lou wanted nothing more than to eliminate the person who was threatening to take her away. Honey must’ve noticed the darkness clouding Lou’s eyes because she drew her hand back. Lou cursed herself, all of her cards were on the table now. There was nothing she could hide behind anymore.

“It’s fine Lou. Promise.”

Lou didn’t hear her. She went to a place whenever she felt threatened, whenever something or someone threatened her areas of comfort. She'd blacked out going tunnel vision. Retracting to that place her father once forced her to go. She was shifting into autopilot now, she had a mission and she was sure to complete it.

"Hiya!" A third party entered the scene, bursting their bubble. "Either of you ladies know where I can buy a gun?"

Lou raised an eyebrow as Honey grinned instantly turning on her customer service voice. But Lou chose to investigate the stranger. He stood tall, his hair was cut above his ears and buzzed in the back. He was blond. Stoic. She couldn't see his shoes but she was sure they were steel toed. He had a gun hidden in his waistband. A glock.

"...but I'm not sure. What do you say Lou?" Honey turned her attention to Lou, pulling her into the conversation.

"What?" She looked between the two. "I don't know shit about guns, and neither do you." She shared a pointed stare with Honey.

"Well, if you girls have any tips," he handed Honey a card. "Let me know." He was gone in seconds.

Lou grabbed the card from Honey's hand before she could read it.

"Fucking pigs." She muttered.

"Uh, Lou." She tapped her shoulder garnering her attention. "Why did a cop just question me about a gun?”

"Don't worry about it, babe." She easily replied, eyes moving back to the door.

"Babe?" She chuckled feeling her face warm up. "That's a new one."

Lou cursed herself realizing she'd let the one pet name she'd called Honey is secret pass her lips. They were stuck in a silent staring competition. Lou's mind scrambled reaching to the deepest depths to find an excuse or the right words.

"You're uh" she chuckled nervously "I just see you as so innocent that I sometimes call you...baby."

Honey slowly nodded taking in Lou's shoddy explanation. Lou wished the ground would swallow her up but alas she was left in this universe cursed to bask in the uneasiness her unauthorized pet name brought.

It was going to be a long day.

'Hey you've reached my voicemail which means I'm out shopping or I'm out shopping. You know what to do!'

Beep.

Lou sighed hanging her phone up. It'd been days since she last seen or spoken to Honey and it was driving her to the brink of madness. They never went more than a day without speaking with each other. Things felt wrong in the universe. All of Honey’s shifts had been changed to early mornings and she was never home to get the phone these days. Lou tapped her foot, chewed on her bottom lip, and tugged at her hair. She knew letting Honey past the walls she'd put up would bite her in the ass. She shouldn't have let her in her house. She shouldn't have told her how weak she made her. Before she knew it her keys were in the ignition and she was speeding across town.

"Mind telling me what the fuck is going on?" She walked into the house forcing Honey to step back with each angry stride. "You look like you’re home, but you haven't been answering my calls?"

"I don't have to answer every time you call Lou." She shot back, arms crossed. "I'm not a child."

"You had me worried sick, Honey!" She ran a hand through her messy hair. "Terribly. What the fuck is going on with you?"

"Lou I just..."

"Just what?" She questioned invading her personal space. "What?"

"I think we need to spend time a part."

Lou stepped back like she'd been slapped. She was speechless, staring at Honey in disbelief. The words registered after a few moments of silence.

"No, we're not doing that." She heard herself say.

Honey didn't falter, her expression remained stern.

"Where is this coming from, Hon? Are you trying to hurt me? B-because I called you baby? I'm sorry I just-"

"It's not that Lou." She cut her off. Lou panted trying to figure out what brought all this on. “They found a body."

Lou's heart dropped.

"Of the man who hit me. The man who I was going to go on a date with…” She let the words linger, emphasizing how serious this all was.

Lou settled down stepping back, calming her nerves. But she was still on edge. Did Honey know that she lost control? What would Honey think if she knew how far Lou would go to have her to herself?

"Yeah, so?" She balked.

"Lou, they questioned me-"

"You didn't tell them anything did you?" Lou grabbed her by the shoulders.

Honey tried to shrug her hands off of her, but Lou wasn't budging.

"Honey, I know you're stubborn, but I need you to be a good girl and listen to me."

Honey didn't like being told what to do, Lou knew that. But how she loved being called a good girl. She pushed that obstinate feeling down and did as she was told. She'd do anything to be called a good girl again.

"We don't talk to cops. No matter how nice they are. No matter how safe we think they are. Ignore them, they aren't your friend." She let her hands slide down Honey's arms until she grasped her hands. "Okay?"

"Okay."

"That's my girl." She smiled but it quickly fell when Honey's expression morphed into something unreadable.

"I can keep that promise if you tell me the truth." She inhaled and exhaled through her nose before meeting her eyes again. "Just, tell me the truth...did you do it?"

She opened her mouth to speak but the words never came. She tried again but nothing that came to mind made sense.

“Fucking hell Lou what the fuck were you thinking?” Terror was streaked in her eyes, stamped across her face. “Did you kill that man because he hit me?”

No, I killed that man because he hit you AND he asked you on a date after.

“Look Hon, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her eyes darted between Honey’s in silent battle. She loved Honey but in this moment she didn’t trust her. “I think I should leave.” Her father always taught her to expect a wire and unfortunately she could sniff out a set up from a mile away. She left Honey without another word.

'You give motherfuckers an inch they'll take a mile'.

Her fathers words echoed in the back of her head all the way home.

Once she made it back she couldn't stop replaying the moment she left Honey. That look on her face was seared in her mind. It was a look of confusion, hurt, betrayal. She stared at the phone debating with herself. There was no way that was a setup. She didn't plan her visit and Honey would never do that to her. Without thinking she dialed Honey's number and held her breath as the dialing bell tolled.

'Hey you've reached my voicemail-'

She feared that the damage was done.

They avoided each other for days. Until their days turned into weeks and weeks into months. 2 months later they still hadn’t spoken. Barely looked at each other. Lou felt like a knife was forever protruding from her back nestled there by Honey.

“Hey Honey I need you to drop this at Lou’s.” Their manger informed her as he sat a stack of files in front of her.

“Can’t she just pick this up tomorrow?”

“No, she’s off for the next couple days and these need to be organized before the audit on Friday.”

“Why don’t I just do it?” She grappled.

“You don’t know the system.” He shot back, not even sparing a glance in her direction.

“I can learn!”

“Look Honey," he sighed as he massaged the bridge of his nose. "I just need this one thing. Please.”

Nobody argued with the boss.

Honey rushed to Lou’s house after work not bothering to call before heading over. There was a huge storm headed there way and she wanted to get this done and over with so she could get home.

Lou answered the door, her sweats hung low on her hips, a black sports bra stood out against her skin leaving her abdomen out for Honey to stare at.

Honey ignored how Lou made her feel and thrust the stack of folders toward her.

She curiously eyed the files with a raised eyebrow as she took a sip of beer. She flicked her eyes back up to Honey and licked the drop of liquid that landed on her bottom lip.

Honey ignored how Lou made her feel and cleared her throat.

“Boss wants you to organize these before Friday…”

Lou nodded sitting her beer on something near the door. She took a step forward letting the folders press against her stomach. Her hands came up covering Honey's underneath the stack. Honey slowly pulled her hands away, unable to look away from Lou's intense stare.

Lou breathed in deeply, her heart racing, her valley pulsated. She instantly regretted it. Once she smelled Honey all of those ugly feelings of resentment melted away and her heart ached. She missed her friend. But Lou wasn’t going to let her know that. She backed away and slammed the door in her face.

Honey ignored how Lou made her feel.

She blinked a few times willing her tears away. She felt stuck, frozen, left to stare at the dirty wood of Lou’s door.

Lou, inside, remained. Eyes stuck on the door wishing she were braver.

Thunder broke Honey from her daze. The peach sky was quickly being taken over by raging dark clouds moving over where she stood. She took one more look at her old friend’s door and left. Her mind was in a far off place when she cranked her car up and began her drive back home. The rain began before she could make it out the parking lot. By the time she reached the corner she couldn’t see a thing.

“Fuck.” She pulled over and placed her car in park. Ahead of her was nothing but a static curtain of rain, drenching her windshield with water and debris. Another loud rumble of thunder made her jump from her seat. “Fuck fuck fuck.” She couldn’t see much out of her rear view either. “No.” She muttered to herself. “I’m not going back and asking her for help.” Another particularly close strike of lightening shook her car. “Okay, fine.” She moved to put her car in drive but all she could hear was gurgling. She tried again but her engine refused to turn over.

That was how she found herself soaking wet on Lou’s porch again.

Lou was still in another place, fighting with herself. Should she try calling again? No. That’d be pathetic. Thunder broke her out of her stupor. She rubbed her eyes, realizing she hadn’t blinked since Honey left. Nothing was going to change. She felt stupid standing here still holding these stupid folders and staring at her stupid door. She plopped them on her coffee table and moved to go to bed when a knock at the door pulled her back into reality.

“Honey?” She took in her appearance, noting briefly the translucency of her thin top. She picked a great day not to wear a bra. She snapped her eyes up when she realized Honey had been speaking this entire time.

“…my engine is flooded and I can’t see shit. Could I just wait the storm out here?”

Lou glanced behind her then back at Honey before she stepped aside and let her come in.

“I’ll throw your clothes in the dryer.” She muttered as she walked to her room. She lent Honey something to change into after her shower before changing the sheets. She sung in the shower accompanying Lou in her chores. It all felt too domestic but she was used to this. Lou was used to friends staying over and singing in the shower. Honey felt different though. She imagined how she'd soak her sheets with her scent. How she'd leave behind her essence in the bathroom. It made her throb with want. Honey's singing morphed into humming. Lou's stomach twisted. It was as if Honey knew her effect on her. But Lou didn’t believe her to be so cruel.

Lou was smoothing out her comforter when Honey appeared towel-clad in the doorway. She watched as droplets of water slid down her neck and over her collarbone, down her chest before disappearing underneath the towel. She absentmindedly licked her lips wanting to follow the water with her tongue.

"I left my change of clothes in here..." she shifted uncomfortable under Lou’s gaze. Not having felt it in so long she’d forgotten how intense it could be. She maintained her stare as she sauntered closer and closer. Honey didn’t falter this time. Soon they were face to face, exchanging breath. Lou’s chest pressed against Honey’s shoulder, she could feel her heart beating at a dizzying rhythm.

Lou breathed in deeply, closing her eyes on the exhale. “You’re getting water on my floor.” She snapped her eyes back open and left.

Later...

Lou left her bathroom after getting ready for bed and clicked the light off in her room as she passed it.

“Uh thanks?” She heard Honey call behind her.

“Shit.” She turned around and made her way back to her room. “Sorry force of habit.” She clicked the light back on.

“Gotcha…” Honey cleared her throat as she moved under the comforter. “You can uh, turn it off now.” Lou clicked the light off as Honey settled back into her bed. Seconds later a strike of lightening briefly lit the space illuminating Honey’s frightened expression. Thunder quickly followed. Lou had forgotten about Honey’s childish fear of lightening and thunder. It was endearing and she wished she could stay to ward away those bad thoughts but Lou was beginning to feel like a creep.

“Well, uh, goodnight Hon.” She turned around dragging the door with her.

“Wait, Lou.” She called. Lou stopped in her tracks, back still facing her. “Could you…stay?”

Lou thought she heard wrong. Her request pierced her ears, Honey’s words created a symphony of want to rush through her body. Lou hesitated though. As much as she yearned for Honey, things were still too hot. The police were still following her. She wanted to keep Honey away from this world she lived in, this life.

“You want me to?” She questioned despite herself.

“Please.” Her mousy voice replied. “I don’t know if you remember but I’m not a big fan of lightening.”

Lou didn’t remember getting in the bed but she wasn’t one second and the next she was sinking next to the pinnacle of her desire.

She smelled divine this close. Her hair was tied up but a fruity aroma emanated from her, filling the space. She was careful not to touch her, out of fear she'd feel the softness of her skin.

“Hey LouLou.”

“Yeah?” Her voice cracked as relief flooded her. Hearing the nickname Honey bestowed upon her calmed her nerves.

“I want to apologize.” Her voice grew quieter by the second. She was afraid to speak. Lou set out to make her feel safe.

“What are you apologizing for?”

“I shouldn't have accused you of killing that guy.” She turned to her side so she could face Lou. A steep confession that left Lou dizzy. But, she kept her composure. She wish she didn’t feel so enraged though. She was furious at herself. The anger she'd directed towards her father all these years felt in vain. She was shaping up to be just like him. Here she was subjecting a loved one to this unrighteous turmoil drudged up by her nonsensical feelings. She didn’t speak. She couldn’t speak. She just ground her teeth, waiting for more words to spill out of her mouth.

“I didn't speak to the police. They tried to get me to wear a wire.“

“A wire?” Lou couldn’t hold her tongue.

"Yeah, they backed me into a corner one morning when I opened. I was alone." Her bottom lip trembled. "I was afraid."

Lou could handle police but she knew Honey had no experience with them. She was used to being roughed up, being questioned, she just never thought she'd have to shield Honey from that. For her lover to have been touched by grimy hands it shifted something in her. It lit a raging fire in her. An ugly dark feeling entered her stomach and the feeling of bile climb her throat but she swallowed it down. She had to keep herself in check. She could do that.

“I'm so sorry.“ Her words choked her. "I'm sorry I got you into this, Hon."

Honey's soft hand cupped her cheek, wiping the tear away.

'When did I start crying?'

Lou humorlessly chuckled at herself. Weakness was in her tears, she couldn't even lift her eyes to see Honey's reaction. She couldn't bare to see the reflection of her ailing emotion on Honey's face.

"Hey, stop that Lou." She pouted wiping more tears away. "I'm okay, I'd do it again."

That made Lou look up, lashes wet and clumped together. "Really?"

"I'd do anything to protect you."

Those words hit her like lightening. Protected. She wasn't familiar with feeling that way. She was usually the one protecting, cleaning up the mess. But she trusted Honey in this moment. She trusted her with her life.

Honey stole a kiss and Lou's breath right along with it. She remained close, sharing her breath with Lou. Their noses brushed. Lou stared at Honey’s closed lids. Her heart was pounding, blood sloshed in her ears. They laid there, unmoving for so long that she’d began to think she imagined the kiss.

“Was that okay?” Honey sliced through the tension causing an unexpected laugh to bubble up Lou’s throat.

“Shut up.” She pushed a stray curl behind Honey’s ear before leaning forward and hungrily kissed her back. With that the universe ceased to exist. They were suspended in time, the sounds of thunder and rain absconded leaving behind space for their sounds of pleasure. Lou could feel her pupils dilate underneath her eyelids. Her blood reached a boiling point. Her body moved on its own accord. She pushed Honey on her back, swinging her leg over her body to hover above. She pulled away briefly to catch her breath. She loved the sweet sounds of the woman beneath her trying to catch her breath. She dived back in without warning. She nipped at Honey’s bottom lip, enjoying the quiet whimpers that left her. Her tongue invaded her lover’s mouth. She slotted her knee between her legs, moaning at the warmth of her clothed pussy against her. She gripped her waist and pulled her closer. She could feel her beneath her squirming, trying to make sense of what she was feeling. She wanted to take her time with her, to tease her, make her beg for it. Lou knew that after this she’d be addicted to this feeling. Even still, she couldn’t see herself regretting this. She pulled away to kiss Honey’s neck, to nip at her ear.

“You like it when I touch you here?” She whispered hotly against the shell of her ear. Her hand played with the waistband of her shorts.

“Yes.” She replied breathlessly. It sounded as sweet as sin. What would come of their friendship if they crossed the line and went all the way? Lou was ready to taste her, to bring her to the brink of completion just to back away and do it all over again. Anything it took to hear her sweet voice cry and beg. To feel her writhe and pulsate against her tongue. She captured her mouth again swallowing the moan released Honey let out. She hungrily begged for more and that she did receive. Lou pressed herself against Honey’s thigh, rutting against her pulled vibrating moans out of her. She tried her hardest not to sound like a little bitch but she could hear her whiny whimpers slipping out right along with Honey’s. She found her ear again, leaving her hips to keep the string of pleasure going.

“You have no idea,” another bitchy whimper left her. Lou couldn’t believe the sounds she was making. She never made these sounds before. Honey was dangerous. “You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

“Show me how bad you want me.” She tangled her hand in Lou’s hair, tugging at the roots. Lou’s eyes rolled as she increased her pace grinding faster and harder, chasing release.

“I’ll show you.” Lou promised, already backing up and pulling Honey’s shorts off. She smelled her nectar once she was bare. Lou undressed herself. “Wanna feel me?” Honey thrust her head back and moaned as Lou kissed from her foot up to her knee. “Wanna feel how bad I want you?” She slotted her hips between her lovers, shuttering as their most intimate parts connected. She slid over her, catching a rhythm that felt nice for the both of them. Over and over, her pussy kissed Honey’s. “Fuck, do you hear us?” She cursed under her breath, listening to their sopping cores create a filthy array of sounds. Rotating her hips she found an angle that made Honey’s eyes roll back. She puffed air out of her mouth, her moan growing higher and higher until she began vibrating in ecstasy. Lou didn’t stop her movements wanting hear how she sounded when she was about to cum. Once she saw Honey’s mouth fall open, releasing a silent sound, she stopped moving and backed her hips away.

“Please.” She breathed hips thrusting up searching for Lou’s.

“Please what?” She teased moving further away. Her lover only moaned, weakly moving forward, trying to feel her again. “Uh, uh, uh. use your words. Tell me how bad you want it.” She chuckled, teasing her lover.

“Feel so good.” She slurred, frustration overcoming the pleasure she was feeling . “Please just-“ she mewled weakly pulling on Lou’s arms.

“Please just what, Honey?” She glided her fingertips across her stomach inching closer and closer to her nipples with each caress. She watched in reverence as Honey squirmed beneath her. Her face moved in and out of the light giving full glimpses of frustration to Lou.

“Please, I wanna feel you.” She gritted out through clenched teeth “I need you.”

Lou’s mind blanked when she heard those last few words. Honey needed her.

“Since you asked so nicely.” She mused slotting them together again. With each brush, an electric wave rushed up and down their body's. Traveling down Honey’s and up Lou’s. Every inch of Honey’s skin was on high alert, too sensitive to touch. Lou watched her searching for what made her writhe, what made her moan, she found that rhythm again. The one that pulled the filthiest sounds out of her mouth.

"Close." Honey warned rocking along with Lou. "So close." Lou, mesmerized, slid her hand up Honey's body and pinched her pert nipple.

Honey's mouth fell open in a silent moan as she fell over the edge. Between them, a stream of pleasure squirted from Honey covering them both. Lou felt it pool beneath them, but she couldn’t bring herself to give a fuck about her sheets. She groaned speeding up, feeling her orgasm starting at the tips of her toes. Climbing and climbing until it catapulted her into the sun. Lou followed Honey as currents of pleasure washed over her over and over again. She pressed herself against Honey wanting to feel the rhythm of their pulsating pussy’s against each other. Honey kept her eyes closed as they both came down. Lou couldn’t help but stare down at her as she rode it out. Lou smiled, feeling her cheeks warm. How pretty did her girl look lying there. Blissed out without a care. Lou liked her better when she was moaning though.

She wanted to taste her sweet angel. She need to understand what she held between her legs more intimately. She slowed her movements before slinking down her body kissing a hot trial on her way down. She kissed her thighs softly before biting them just hard enough to draw gasps from Honey. Honey jolted when Lou’s lips latched onto her clit sucking her in until her sense dulled. She threw her head back clutching for purchase on anything. Her finger slipped as the blankets slipped from her fingers. With each suction she was drawn nearer and nearer to nirvana. Just when she saw the light begin to descend from heaven, Lou pulled back. Honey sat up on her elbows wondering why the sensation stopped. Lou mischievously stared up at her from between her legs.

“You think I’m gonna give you another orgasm after you’ve been so mean to me?” She walked her fingers across Honey’s belly before lifting a finger and moving it side to side. "Not so fast, doll."

“I’m sorry.” She begged thighs trembling. "I'll do anything." She nodded "I'll be a good girl."

Lou bit her lip at the admission. "

“Just for me?" She wanted to hear it. She needed to hear Honey say it.

Honey hastily nodded bucking her hips forward. “Yes, yes just for you. Only you.” Lou's iron grip on her hips kept her from making any significant movement, but that didn't mean she stopped trying. She maintained eye contact as she slipped two fingers inside of Honey. They went in easily leaving a wet sound to fly into the air.

"You really wanna be my good girl?"

Lou bit her bottom lip watching her ringed fingers disappear into the velvet cove she coveted. Honeys sounds of pleasure were disorienting. With each breathy moan she cast a spell specifically for Lou.

“How about, you don’t cum unless I say so."

Honey nodded hastily, still up on her elbows.

“Yes, yes, yes.” She moved her hips along with Lou's fingers. "Promise."

Lou wasn’t sure if Honey took the order seriously, but that didn’t stop her from hooking her fingers and hitting the spot that made her lovers brain go offline. Her fingers were soon soaked with Honey's sweetness that she was sure tasted even better.

“Lou- ah- ooo” she gasped “I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop don’t stop dontstopdontstopdontstop “

“Did I say you could cum baby?” She didn’t stop her movement feeling Honey's walls closing in. She couldn’t stop if she wanted to, pulling another orgasm out of Honey so quickly made her ache so deliciously.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease”

Lou watched in astonishment as honey cracked and crumbled, orgasm pulling sounds out of her that were to be etched on Lou’s brain forever. Lou grinned sneaking back down between her legs, fingers still working. She took Honeys clit into her mouth sucking the cream off of it.

Honey lazily pushed her away. But Lou didn’t move. In fact she increased her intensity. She rapped against the spot inside honey faster than before. She alternated between powerful sucks and long sloppy licks from her hole over her hard clit and back again. With each movement Honey shuttered and groaned her sounds bordering on pained.

“Ah Lou” she writhed “please just- s-st” she bit her lip. She didn’t want her to stop. Nothing has ever hurt so good. “Lou I can’t, I can’t baby.”

Lou pulled back long enough to laugh. Honey didn’t find anything funny.

“I c-can’t again.” She trembled as Lou began slurping her like a melting Popsicle again.

She pulled back much to Honeys relief but only for a moment. Her fingers still drumming inside of her.

“You can and you will.” She went back to her previous actions.

“I-I can’t it’s t-too much!” She groaned squeezing her legs against Lou’s head in an attempt to push her away. Lou effortlessly pushed them back apart. She slipped her fingers back inside her, instantly finding her button.

"I thought you said you wanted to be my good girl?"

"I-" another filthy moan. "I d-do."

"Then be a good girl and cum." She kissed Honey's shining clit before continuing to lick and suck, alternating between pressures and speeds. Honey felt hot all over. A prickling sensation developed within her forcing sounds of pained pleasure to rip through her. She wanted this to go on forever while simultaneously wanting it to stop. She’d never felt so overwhelmed with need before. Seconds later Honey’s back arched off the bed as an unexpected orgasm lifted her soul out of her body.

Honey watched herself thrusting against Lou’s face riding out her earth shattering orgasm. Lou stared up at her, smug satisfaction evident as she swallowed everything Honey offered. She returned back to her body when the feelings subsided. Even still her body vibrated. Ebbing and flowing with each breath.

Lou was on her back with the blink of an eye. The bed dipped as Honey got up and left the room. She was far to dazed to care. She was on cloud nine and ready to go again if she was up for it. But, she had a feeling she wasn’t. Upon Honey’s reentry she held a damp towel.

“Hey, I’m supposed to be the one taking care of you.” Lou teased as she took the towel to wipe herself.

“Yeah right, you can barely take care of yourself.”

Lou grinned watching as Honey moved around her room. She looked like she belonged there. She grinned as Honey helped her stand up so she could change the sheets. She snuck a kiss once she was on her feet. She grinned when Honey left the room and came back with a glass of water for her. She grinned as she got back in bed and tugged Lou along with her.

Through the night Lou held Honey close, now that she had her she was never going to let her go.

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