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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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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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