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Getting handsy in the kitchen

It probably shouldn't have taken her as long to get the cake she wanted for dessert as it took her, but she'd decided to take the long way back to her apartment. She wasn't avoiding her apartment, far from it, she just enjoyed New York city in the fall.All the leaves were different colors and it was just chilly enough to need a jacket, but not so bad it made going outside difficult and early in the evening like this, people's days were winding down and they were in generally better spirits which made her people-watching more enjoyable.

But she didn't want to make the woman staying with her worry, so the teen didn't waste any more time once she'd gotten to her street. As soon as she stepped into the small apartment, the smells of dinner cooking assaulted her nose and she took a deep, appreciative, breath of it. She'd be the first to claim she was 'too wild to be tamed,' but this domestic stuff had its perks. And not just coming home to delicious smells.

Jett dropped the cake off on the table and dropped her jacket over the back of the couch as she looked into the kitchen. There, standing in front of the stove doing her thing was the older woman who managed to set Jett's blood on fire just by standing there.

She had on her usual concealing and modest clothing, but Jett could still see the shape of her hips and the curve of her shoulders that led to that sensitive neck of hers. It was a good thing Jett was hungry and didn't want dinner ruined, otherwise she might have jumped her partner right there. A part of her was still considering it.

She strode forward, boots clacking on the kitchen's tile as she crossed to the slightly shorter woman and wrapped long, bare arms around her waist, Jett's chin resting comfortably on Alberta's shoulder. "Mmm...looks good. Oh, the food does too."

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Despite her submissive posture, Alberta's lips part with an eagerness and she tangles her tongue with her girlfriend's, shivering as Jett's hands trace up her sides, sensitive even through her sweater. When the other woman withdraws, Alberta's left panting with her hand over her heart, leaning against the oven as if it's her only support and flush with all the attention.

"I..." She swallows, and tries again, turning all the more red. "I have to, um... I have to put on the timer."

Jett smirked and stepped away, snagging a sip from Alberta's bottle while the German set the alarm. As soon as she could, though, her arms were wrapped around slightly broader shoulders as Jett leaned into her again.

"So exactly how much time is on that timer?"

She nearly drops the damn thing as flustered as she is but soon after the timer is ticking away and she's again caught between Jett and the counter with the other woman's nose in her hair.

Jett's unpredictable when it comes to her appetites and Alberta finds that she enjoys the adventure. There's a thrill in not knowing if Jett will lift her off her feet and deposit her on the bed or if she can't even wait that long, and either way Alberta gets a passionate shiver up her spine. It had been different with Hilde, no less passionate in its own way but he'd been coddling and safe whereas Jett encourages Alberta to try new things and broaden her horizons.

In return for such an awakening, Jett has Alberta's every attention. The German wouldn't give up her redhead for all the world. Even when she seems to have the sexual appetite of an animal in heat.

"Half an hour," she manages to breathe out, a soft anticipation curling under her shy tone.

"Well, that's plenty of time then, isn't it?"

Her smirk turned more lecherous and her hands slid down sides and hips to curl under the seductive curve of the other woman's rear and lifted her up to rest against Jett's hips as she carried her 'prize' over to the soft and well-worn couch. She deposited the German on the cushions and knelt over her, a knee between her legs and her hands pinning slender wrists as her lips found Alberta's again.

Alberta lets out an undignified squeak at being lifted and carried, her arms flying around Jett's neck and face still burning, but it's with a happy shyness. She bounces on the cushions a bit where she's dropped and barely has the time to make eye contact before Jett's upon her again, holding her still so she can't escape the kisses, completely willing captive though she is.

Jett's knee and its small movements make her squirm in that hold, mewling and panting into the kiss even as she refuses to leave it, leaning her head up and bending herself towards Jett, tongue tangling with the flyer's eagerly.

Alberta's response spurs her on and the kiss becomes firm and heated and deep as their tongues tangle and trade between interlocked lips. Her girl's lips were intoxicating and having her this wanting made Jett wish she could make it last longer-deny her long enough to have her squirming and begging--but they did only have half an hour. She'd have to save that for dessert.

Her right hand curled over metal and skin-toned hands of the older woman's, freeing her left hand to delve back down that beloved body. She teasingly slid her hand up one thigh and in, almost touching where Alberta would feel it most, but grazing by just shy as her hand slipped under the turtle neck.

Long fingers played across the skin and plating of the German's stomach and up to cup one breast before slipping under the bra to get a more direct handful. She wasn't as well-endowed as Jett was, but the red-head found the fact there was just enough for each hand to be perfect.

Breath coming in little puffs, Alberta grows still as Jett's hand skates between her thighs, replacing that knee with the promise of something better...

But she's denied and all she can do about it is let out a small and plaintive sound as she shifts her legs, still on either side of Jett's kneeling in the cushions, and shrink into the couch just a bit in barely concealed disappointment.

Luckily, it's short lived. Jet's fingers roaming along the unnatural planes of her torso make Alberta look away, face turning to the back of the couch and the German squeezing her eyes shut and desperately imagining her body to be soft and warm, something pleasant to touch, and thanking whatever powers that be that Jett doesn't seem to mind, merrily tracing long fingers over creases where the plates meet and finally sneaking under her bra to cup and lightly squeeze, causing Alberta to bite her lip and squirm once again, this time towards that kneading hand.

Her stomach may be hard, metal plating barely cushioned by the synthetic flesh around it, but her chest at least is as real as they could make it. Fit to her frame, soft to the touch, and sensitive too, if her quiet but wanton utterances are any indication. "Jett..."

Jett's hand continued working at Alberta's chest while the other one moved the turtleneck aside to kiss and nibble at her lover's neck. She always liked it when the older woman moaned and squirmed, which was why most of their times together consisted of Jet teasing until Alberta was putty in her hands and then she'd have her way with her.

Unfortunately, this was the abbreviated version. Her hand moved to the other side of the German's chest and Jett sucked hard on pale skin to leave a deep purple mark on the side of Alberta's neck--her consolation for not being able to take as long as she'd like.

The teen moved her lips back to Alberta's in a fierce kiss that intended to bruise soft lips, one hand moving to curl under white hair while the other trailed down to the hem of her pants, fingers already working to unfasten them.

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"Ah!" Alberta arches her back again as Jett sucks a mark into her, finding it scandalous and therefore a complete turn on. Her hands free, she winds them around Jett's neck and into her hair shivering and pulling her even deeper into the already bruising kiss with a ferocity one wouldn't think they'd find in such a delicate woman.

But she wants this so badly. Every time Jett even looks at her sidelong through long red lashes, Alberta is ready for anything and they start this little game of cat and mouse and inevitably ends here, with Jett's long fingers deftly undoing her slacks and revealing the white lace and completely soaked panties underneath.

Alberta pants into her lover's mouth, squirming again in anticipation and breath coming in little audible gasps. "Please.."

Jett smirks against soft lips but once those pants are undone, she traces her fingertips against the soft skin just above where those lovely lace panties start. Finally, her lips attach to Alberta's jaw as her hand delves under the lace hem and lower into satisfyingly slick warmth.

Her touches are light and arbitrary, merely touching for the fun of it, but then her fingers dip lower and she slides the very tips into the older woman's body.

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With her pants still on, just open to allow Jett access, the other woman's palm is flush and warm against Alberta's skin, her fingertips gliding over everything with those deft fingers and setting sparks across the backs of the German's eyelids. There's something especially naughty about doing it this way, not even getting remotely undressed but instead allowing Jett to grope and play as she will with the sweater and pants still on. It's nearly as intoxicating as the action itself.

Desperate for something else to focus on than her burning self-conscious desire, Alberta moves her own hands to explore the hem of the American's shirt barely touching her girl's bellybutton, let alone her waist. It makes it easy for the older woman to find access and run her fingers underneath, warping the tight screen print as she traces over skin and bra, groping with eager hands as if miming what she wants Jett to do to her.

Jett gave a pleased hum at the hands running along her skin, goosebumps trailing in the wake of those fingers. She knew what Alberta wanted and she was happy to oblige--at her own pace.

The teen slid her fingers all the way in, curling and spreading them as she shifted her weight so her other hand could slip under the German's shirt again. She pulled too far away to kiss only so that she could watch her sweet and demur lover melt into a pile of moans and desire under the groping of one hand and the slow slide in and out of the other.

Alberta gives a desperate and disappointed moan as Jett pulls their lips apart, but the fingers inside her turn it back to simply pleasured quickly. The older woman's hands tighten just a little, involuntarily grabbing at her partner as the sparks continue to explode behind her eyelids and she loses herself for a moment. Quickly she regains what modicum of control she has, afraid that she'll hurt Jett if she grabs too tightly. She pants with the effort and her fingers still, but even so her face remains flushed and her body pliant to every whim of Jett's.

"P-please... Jett... Gott, more, please m-more.." She shouldn't; supper's going to burn and this goes against her usually reserved nature, but all she wants right now is for this feeling to never end.

That was her favorite part: her quiet, sweet, gentle German losing herself in pleasure and just letting go for once. Hearing those pleas and seeing the older woman squirm and blush at Jett's hands was exciting in it's own right.

She smiled, the hand on Alberta's chest switching to her other breast so as not to leave one unattended while the hand between the older woman's legs shifted so slick fingers could stroke along her clit instead, not too softly but not too hard either.

"Tell me what you want, Bertie?"

While her breasts are sensitive, she can still think around Jett's fondling of them, long fingers pressing into soft flesh and eliciting soft breaths as Alberta struggles to keep her wits. It's a losing battle and she's not certain she cares to even try and win it, but she licks her lips and nearly gets another word out.

A word that turns into a sharp cry and an arch of her back as those fingers touch her clit, rubbing lightly but it's enough to make every thought and use of language flee right out of Alberta's mind, leaving her unable to answer Jett's question in anything other than a strangled gasp and a wanton moan, eyes rolling back as her eyelids close and her hands move to clutch and grope ineffectually at Jett's forearm and wrist, egging her on rather than seeking to stop her.

Jett's hand slips out from under Alberta's shirt and grabbed the hands on her arm, pinning them both back over her lover's head by pressing her arm against them. Maybe it was mean, but she liked leaving the older woman helpless to Jett's attentions.

Her fingers pressed harder and moved faster as though she suddenly remembered there was a time limit to their activities. The teen leaned over, red hair falling to mix with white as she put her lips next to the German's ear. Her tongue darted out to run along the shell soon followed by her whisper. "My Bertie...I want to hear your voice."

What little freedom she'd had is taken away but Alberta makes no mention of it, likely because the sudden overwhelming movement of her partner's fingers on her clit makes her cry out so loudly it's a wonder the neighbors don't hear. A heavy shudder rocks the German's body and she squirms desperately as Jett licks her ear, gasping and shuddering a second time even before the first had passed.

"O-Oh, Jett p-please, let me..." She flushes, her voice dying in her throat as she tries to swallow around the whirlwind of pleasure. "So close, please...!"

If their dinner weren't on the line, Jett would consider prolonging her lover's torture, for the teen's own amusement if nothing else. Instead, she relented, pressing her lips hard against Alberta's, tongue delving into the other's mouth to take what it wants. Her hand slipped down again, long fingers entering the older woman's body and curling up to rub and touch while her thumb continued the attention she'd been giving to Alberta's clit, the pressure she applied making up for the slower pace.

She's so utterly overwhelmed that the world disappears in Alberta's consciousness. There's nothing but Jett's fingers on and in her, Jett's tongue and lips and teeth thoroughly ravishing every corner. The sparks streaking behind her eyelids explode into fireworks as the German can take no more torment and her body clamps down hard on those fingers, spine bowing and a muffled cry swirling into Jett's mouth as she cums, shuddering and straining with tense pleasure.

And then as quickly as she'd tensed she goes boneless, a panting puddle on the couch under her partner, cheeks stained red and chest heaving as she tries desperately to regain her breath. She twitches minutely under Jett's still clasping hands, everything making her shiver and quake in small ripples. The brush of her own shirt against her skin, any continued movement of Jett's lips or fingers, even her own hair tickling her cheek makes her breath catch and goosebumps rise.

And of course that's when the timer goes off with a shrill ring, pulling a severe look of annoyance over Alberta's face. She had the beginnings of plans to retaliate, damnit!

There are few things in the world that Jett would call as beautiful as when her German finished. Alberta's sounds, her movements, the way her back would arch and her body would tighten under the waves of pleasure Jett brought on her, it was art.

She watched with a smile as Alberta quaked and panted in her afterglow, her lips landing lightly over her lover's clothed body as her fingers continued to slide in and out for a moment or two longer. Eventually she stopped and pulled them out not only of the older woman's body but of her pants too--just in time for the timer to go off. She felt bad for the timing, really, but her smile turned into a smirk and she stood and left Alberta free on the couch.

"You might want to take care of that while I go clean up."

The look Alberta gives Jett could curdle milk but it's made somewhat less potent by just how hard she's still breathing and her nipples staining at the fabric of her sweater, bra still displaced from Jett's traveling hands. Wordlessly, before Jett could get far, Alberta grabs her partner and presses her lips against the taller woman's hard and forcefully, ravishing every inch and stealing the redhead's breath. She wants to make Jett knock-kneed and light headed and with how rarely the German cyborg seizes any sort of control, she's hoping that helps.

Alberta's panting herself when she pulls away but she pays it no mind, licking slowly across Jett's lower lip and pulling away with a wicked smirk as she strides to the kitchen, leaving Jett to wash up and attempt to recover from Alberta's retaliatory assault. "Five minutes."

Jett moaned into the kiss a little, kissing back as best she could in her surprise until she found her lips suddenly tingling and sensitive after their assault. It was almost enough to have her hopping the older woman all over again. But then Alberta was gone and Jett had to wrench herself from were her feet had been planted.

The teen washed her hand and quickly made her way back to the small kitchen so she could wrap her arms around Alberta's shoulders--despite whatever the German happened to be doing at the time. She kissed along her girlfriend's shoulders and the back of her neck, then turned the shorter woman around so she could affectionately rub her nose against Alberta's before following up with light, playful, kisses to her lover's face. "I think, after dinner, I'd like to have another taste of Bavarian Cream before we turn in. What'dya say?"

"Berlin isn't in Bavaria." She knows that's not the point, evidenced by how hot her face has gotten again so quickly with the continued attention, but she says it anyway for lack of any other forthcoming words. "And you're terrible." Oh wait, she found some.

With affected primness, Alberta untangles herself deftly despite both hands holding food-laden plates and manages to set them down on the coffee table without fumbling a thing. She looks up at Jett then, cocking an eyebrow by way of invitation to sit and eat, cheeks still pink and eyes sparkling. She does wish, just a little, that Jett hadn't opened her mouth and just continued nuzzling and kissing her.

Though, if she were honest, she wouldn't mind Jett spoiling her dinner with German desserts.

Luckily or unluckily for Alberta, Jett's hunger was demanding her attention. The red-head obediently sat and went silent as her mouth became occupied with inhaling her food.

As soon as her plate was practically licked clean, she shifted so her long legs hung over the arm of the couch and her head made a pillow of the German's lap--despite the fact her girlfriend wasn't done with her food yet.

She was a nuisance like that.

A nuisance indeed, but Alberta likes when Jett gets cuddly and that happy little smile her American has on is enough that the German doesn't try to move or shove her off, instead picking bits of vegetables from her plate and dropping them in Jett's mouth, like a slave girl feeding her lord grapes in one of those old movies. Of course, they're not like that at all, it's so much more equal and still new even if they've been together for several months.

She leaves off feeding her lover and instead runs a metal hand through soft red hair. A moment later, she's bending over and pressing her lips to Jett's face, planting sweet kisses on her cheeks and nose and forehead. She looks down shyly, eyes half closed and the hint of a smile gracing her usually demure face. "I think I'm ready for dessert."

Jett hummed and the previously peaceful smile that touched her lips before morphed into something more devilish with Alberta's words.

"Yeah? Me too. Guess we should get on that."

Jett sat up a little more to capture Alberta's lips against her own, then pulled away completely to stand.

A high pitched ringing filled the air as the teen vanished and the dishes went with her, a light clatter in the sink ringing out before she reappeared in front of the older woman, hand sneaking out to snag that metal one.

"Come on, gorgeous."

"You shouldn't use your accelerator like that," Alberta scolds but there's laughter in her voice just as there's blush on her cheeks. Jett may be just as brazen and forward as she acts, but there are glimpses of purity under her incorrigible nature. The happy little smile before Alberta had spoken, the eagerness with which the redhead jumps to follow the older woman's gentle admission of desire, the way their fingers twine together so tightly as Jett leads her to the bedroom, they all betray the sensitive part of Jett that only Alberta sees, the part she cherishes and wants to protect more than anything.

The moment the door shuts behind them, Alberta's arms slip around Jett's waist from behind, fingers roaming along her hips in a mirror of what had been done to Alberta when Jett had first come home but much slower, more sensual and in no hurry. It's not something she'll admit out loud, but one thing Alberta really loves is to undress her partner, letting her hands and eyes roam and rediscover all the places Jett's provocative wardrobe hints at but still keeps hidden.

She kisses the back of Jett's neck, nuzzling her hair out of the way with a gentle turn of her head as her fingers slip into Jett's front pockets, holding the taller woman against her.

Jett gives a pleased sigh in response to the fingers tracing her hips and delving their way into her pockets, her only displeasure coming from a desire to touch and stroke and rile the older woman up, but knowing she'd have to break their current contact to do so.

It was always harder for her when she wasn't just burning down Alberta's restraints with her desires, if the German had her way, they'd go slow and be sensual and gentle and Jett honestly enjoyed that, she just didn't know how to do it very well herself. She could be slow and gentle and loving up to a point, but then her lack of patience would win out and she'd devolve into need and desire and a want to claim the older woman as her own. Maybe someday, she'd figure out that nice balance.

For now, she let the hold remain a little while, her hands drifting up to stroke along Alberta's arms and back to her waist and further back to grip lightly at that nice curve of her rear that Jett enjoyed so much. Then she took Alberta's wrists and freed the hands in her pockets so she could turn and begin kissing her lover's cheeks, forehead, chin and lips, anything she could find as Jett placed the captive hands back on her hips.

Damn Jett's long arms, able to reach around her and grasp even when Alberta has the other woman entangled. No, that's not right.

Bless. Bless Jett's long arms.

But while Jett seems set on taking control again, Alberta has other things in mind. She returns each kiss with restrained abandon, no less eager for her pace, and slips her hands from Jett's grip to slide up under the American's shirt, lifting it carefully to reveal the redhead's ample chest and allow the German to trace the pads of her fingers around curves and over nipples. Carefully extracting herself from Jett's lips, Alberta instead leans down and takes one sensitive nub between her teeth, pressing her tongue against it and licking across the surface.

Jett may be a master of overwhelming Alberta with sexual guerrilla tactics, but Alberta's slow and steady assault has only just begun and she looks forward to having her American being the one in a mewling pile of desire this time.

Alberta's insistence of control is a bit of a twist that sends a shiver through the teen and she relents for the moment. Her shirt ends up across the room and she barely has time to react beyond looking down before Alberta's mouth is on her and small shocks of pleasure zip up and down her spine and a gasp escapes her.

Her chest was incredibly sensitive and that feeling of teeth and tongue had her wet and desperate for her lover's touch in seconds. Long fingers desperately threaded through long silver hair and pulled gently. "More, Bertie...touch me."

"So demanding," the older woman huffs with amused indignance but she follows said demand regardless, stepping her lover backwards towards the bed even as she moves her lips from one nipple to the other and allows her cold hand to roam and knead where she'd left the first hard and straining. She keeps pressing in until Jett's legs hit the edge of the bed and send them into a controlled tumble, Alberta atop her lover and in no hurry to move.

Especially not when she can lean over and kiss Jett while still teasing at blushing flesh with log fingers.

Jet followed the silent command and stepped back, laying down on the bed even as her breathing became more and more uneven.

Tongue and cool metal fingers were torturous and her spine bowed under the assault, her brandy eyes clenched tight as pleasure snaked through her. Still it wasn't enough.

As soon as she felt those lips on hers, she pressed in and turned the kiss hungry and needing, making it very clear she wanted more from her lover than the teasing touches she was currently receiving. As though and added indication, she gently pushed her hips upward toward Alberta in an attempt to get her attention moved towards them instead.

The insistent push of hips against hers has Alberta laughing lightly against Jett's cheek, not at her eagerness but more out of sheer joy that someone could want her this much and yet still let her lead the way there. It's a heady sort of power, being able to control their pace, but she finds herself giving in because she wants to, sliding her hand obligingly between Jett's legs and slipping her fingers up and down to pet at her lover placatingly, though not entering her just yet.

She wants to kiss her more thoroughly first, to feel that hitch of breath against her lips and Jett's arms fly around her neck, knowing she's sturdy enough to support her.

Alberta loves this frustratingly exuberant woman in her arms so very deeply. She wants the chance to show it.

She so very nearly gets what she wants, but still it's only teasing as Alberta's fingers barely graze between Jett's legs, making her breath catch in her throat and making her squirm and groan in lust-filled frustration.

"Stop teasing me, Bertie. I want you to touch me for real. Please."

Her hips moved up again, this time to try and get more friction she knew she wouldn't get. Still, the kiss she's suddenly locked in nearly makes up for it for how passionate and loving it is. Only her Bertie could give her kisses like that. No one else could turn Jet into a pile of too much putty the way her German could and it was intoxicating.

She has a better idea.

The kiss turns sloppy and Alberta moves her mouth from kiss-bruised lips down to Jett's chin and neck, leaving lazy, imprecise signs of affection down her lover's body, pausing to press a loving peck and pass of her tongue over each nipple in detour on her journey down Jett's body.

She gets to those all too tight jeans - the jeans that leave very little in the way of curves to the imagination - and pauses for just a moment to undo the button and slide them down supple thighs. Jett's panties come next, black lace that looks almost more like a tattoo at the hips than fabric, but Alberta curls her fingers around the hem and pulls them away so she can continue her trail of kisses exactly where she wants it to go.

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