Getting handsy in the kitchen

[badassbird]

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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[badassbird]

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.

[pfiffig_frau]

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.

[badassbird]

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.

[pfiffig_frau]

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.