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They're walking back from the stadium, where Bertie dropped the three of them off so as not to arouse suspicion. Carson is chattering so enthusiastically about Gracie's incredible hosting skills that it takes Lupe a while to realise that Jess is another kind of quiet than she usually is. She's not just tuning Carson out; she's pensive, staring ahead of her, her eyes fixed on the halo of her flashlight.
Lupe nudges up to her, clasping Jess’ hand in hers for a second.
“You okay?” she asks.
Jess hums affirmatively but doesn't elaborate.
Okay. Lupe will give her a moment.
She falls back two steps behind Jess and spends the rest of the walk home talking with Carson, discussing the conversation about pitching she had with Max and Esther. When they arrive at the house, though, she tells Carson, “You go on ahead, yeah? I'll be right up, I just need a few minutes.”
Lupe cocks her head in Jess’ direction.
“Yes, of course,” Carson tells her with a smile. “Don't stay up too late, though, practice is at six tomorrow.”
“I'm an adult, Carson.” Lupe rolls her eyes. “And I'm the best pitcher you can get even on five hours of sleep.”
“You sure are,” Jess says from the porch, and it's Carson's turn to roll her eyes.
“Don't encourage her!” Carson protests. “She's cocky enough as it is.”
“She isn't nearly cocky enough for how good she is,” Jess says.
Lupe grins at her.
“You two.” Carson shakes her head in half-fond annoyance. “Anyway — goodnight!”
She enters the house and carefully closes the door behind her.
Lupe follows her up the porch stairs, but stops on the top step. She sits down onto it and pats the space next to her invitingly.
Jess sits down next to her. The cigarette she was smoking during the walk home is gone, so Lupe lights her own cigarette and leans towards Jess so she can light a new one off of the smouldering tip of it.
“What's going on?” she asks.
Jess is sitting stiffly at her side, when normally she'd be leaning into her, especially now that they're alone, at night, the door closed tight between them and their teammates. Lupe shifts closer to her, pressing their shoulders together.
Jess takes a drag of her cigarette.
“Bertie said he'd make me a new chest binder,” she says. “He says he can make me something that flattens my tits more but is easier to wear for a longer time.”
Jess and Bertie get along like a house on fire. Jess regularly spends entire evenings talking to him alone while Lupe and Carson catch up with Max, Esther and Gracie. It's good for Jess, having someone who gets it in a different way than Lupe does, who gives her a space where she can be exactly who she wants to be amongst the League's pants fines and skirted uniforms and mandatory Victory Red. Lupe likes Bertie a lot.
“That's good!” Lupe says, patting Jess’ thigh. “Kind of him.”
“I'm paying him!” Jess exclaims.
Lupe chuckles and squeezes Jess’ thigh. “I know you are, baby.”
Jess hums, sounding a little strained.
“What's bothering you, then?” Lupe insists. “Because a new chest binder sounds like good news.”
Jess looks over at her, then turns her gaze back to the front yard.
“Have you ever used a dildo?” she asks, all at once, her voice low and tense, like she's forcing the words out.
Huh. That's not where Lupe thought this was going.
“Yeah,” she answers, carefully leaving her hand on Jess’ thigh. “I was with a married woman for a bit, in Texas. She told her husband it was a dilator or something — flattery excuses a lot.” Lupe waggles her eyebrows, taking a drag of her cigarette. “That's not how she used it, though.”
She nudges Jess in the ribs, conspiratorially.
“You?” she asks, because that's obviously where this is going.
Jess nods. “With two women,” she says, her voice still tight. “The pharmacist's assistant showed it to me, and then a dancer in one of the new bars that popped up with the Air Force training base.”
“Why are you asking?” Lupe asks, because Jess always functions better with direct communication. She just sometimes needs a little help with it when she's tying herself into knots for some reason.
Jess’ gaze flickers to Lupe, then away again.
“Because Bertie said he could get me one too, if I wanted one. If it made me feel — y'know, like the binding,” Jess says, vaguely gesturing down at herself.
Lupe turns her head to look at Jess. Jess doesn't return her gaze.
It's really not like her to be this tense about anything related to sex.
“And what did you tell him?” Lupe asks carefully.
Jess throws her hands up. “Well, I don't know, do I? What should I have told him? If I'm gonna use one it's gonna be with you, and I have no idea whether that's something — ”
She trails off.
“Something I'd be into?” Lupe finishes for her.
Jess nods, her lips pressed tight together.
Lupe is pretty sure Jess is thinking about Lupe on the receiving end. An image of it flashes through Lupe's head — Jess underneath her, Lupe riding her the way she rides her fingers sometimes, kneeling over her lap — and heat flares in the pit of her stomach. It's not something she's ever thought of, but then again, it wouldn't be the first thing she'd never considered before being with Jess. Being fucked with a dildo seems significantly less far outside her comfort zone than, for example, hitch-hiking from Regina to Moose Jaw in twenty inches of snow.
“Jess, it's a rubber cock,” Lupe says flatly. “Not exactly so terrifying that it's going to send me running for the hills.”
Jess snorts, smoke spilling out of her nostrils, and her body relaxes slightly against Lupe's side.
“Okay, but that's different from being into it,” she says, but she sounds a little lighter already.
“You've spent the past ten months three fingers deep inside my cunt on at least a weekly basis,Ed” Lupe tells her. “At what point did I give you the impression I wasn't into it?”
Jess barks out a laugh at that.
“No,” she admits, “but — I don't know.” She shrugs. “It's — different, isn't it? Fingers, or — wouldn't it remind you of, y'know? The last time you had sex involving a cock can't bring up good memories.”
Something complicated swells in Lupe's chest — a mixture of instinctive shame at the memories Jess is referring to, of amusement at the absurdity of the comparison Jess is drawing, and of fondness at the fact that she's concerned enough about Lupe to draw it at all.
“The problem with those times,” Lupe says, “was not the shape of the thing he put inside me, Jess.”
Jess laughs again. Good.
“It was that he was not someone I actually wanted to fuck and I only did it because I didn't want to be queer,” Lupe continues. “And that he got me pregnant. The first part is obviously not an issue with you” — she squeezes Jess’ thigh — “and I'm pretty certain you can't get me pregnant with a dildo, baby.”
“They came up with Technicolor, who knows what they'll invent next,” Jess scoffs, rolling her eyes, but she's looking at Lupe again, smiling wide enough that her large teeth are showing between her plush lips.
“What did you like about it?” Lupe asks. “The dildo, I mean.”
Jess is never that cagey about simple concern for Lupe — there has to be more to her anxiety.
“I mean, it's really hot.” Jess shrugs. “And it — it made me feel more like myself, sometimes, or like myself in a different way.”
“Like Bertie?” Lupe asks.
Jess hums, like she's thinking something over. “A little, but not really. It doesn't make me feel like a man, I don't think, but — like less of a woman, yeah.”
“And you like that.” Lupe says it like a statement, not a question.
Jess doesn't really talk about it much — she just does things, that's how she handles everything — but she hasn't been hiding anything from Lupe either, and Lupe isn't stupid. She knows that Jess’ butchness is a little different from her own, for all that they have in common.
Jess nods, staring at the smoke trailing up from her cigarette. “Yeah.”
Lupe nods back. “Makes sense.”
Jess turns her head fully towards Lupe to look her in the eyes. “That's okay with you?”
Jess is soft in plenty of ways, but she's rarely this openly vulnerable. Lupe searches between them for Jess’ hand and grabs it tight, holding her gaze.
“You were butch when I fell for you, Jess,” she tells her. “I'm into you when you bind your tits, and when you wake me up at ridiculous hours listening to the radio because you want to be in the war with your brothers so badly, and — God help me — when you spit on the ground every fucking time you're up to bat, and when you don't want anything inside your cunt but beg for my fingers in your ass. Why would this be any different?”
Jess leans in, closing the gap between them, to kiss Lupe hard, her hand tight on Lupe's jaw, the smouldering tip of her cigarette precariously close to Lupe's hair. Lupe kisses back just as deeply, her thumb pressing into the knuckles of Jess’ other hand.
They break apart too soon — they're on the porch, anyone could come down and see them — but Jess’ hand lingers on Lupe's face. She doesn't say anything, just stares at Lupe in that intense way of hers, the kind that always makes Lupe feel a bit squirmy because she has no idea how to handle the plain adoration in Jess’ gaze.
“As long as you don't start thinking of me or treating me as your femme,” Lupe says, “it genuinely doesn't change anything, baby.”
“Nah, I'd never,” Jess says, shaking her head so emphatically that it sends her braid swinging behind her. “I like you way too much like this.”
Lupe grins. “Well, then I think you should tell Bertie yes. And we'll figure it out from there.”
It's almost three weeks later before they can actually put anything into practice. They have an away game against the Milwaukee Chicks, and Jess sidled up to Lupe as they were packing to let her know they'd be rooming together.
Beverly had written them, in New York, after they'd reached out to her for news of the second season. She'd deduced things from the fact that they'd written to her together, and had let them know that, no matter how much she'd have liked to, it probably wouldn't be safe to make them permanent roommates in the Peaches’ house. Lupe suspects, however, that there is a reason she put Lupe with Carson and Jess with Esti — two people who know, or know something, at least, in Esti's case — and who'll cover for them, who give them space to themselves when they can.
Beverly has also clearly started rotating the room arrangements during road trips and away games very intentionally. Everyone ends up rooming with everyone else at some point — for team cohesion, Beverly says, but it also means that no one can be too suspicious when Jess and Lupe are assigned to room together.
When that happens, Beverly always lets Jess know ahead of time, because she has a very obvious soft spot for Jess. It stings, sometimes, the way Beverly treats Lupe subtly differently from Jess and even from Carson, but it's nothing Lupe isn't used to. At least she's made it clear to Lupe she'd get her pants fines back too, this season. And giving Lupe extra time with Jess is the most important thing she can do anyway.
And so, after having soundly beaten the Chicks and gone for a celebratory fish fry along the waterfront with the rest of the Peaches, Jess and Lupe find themselves in their hotel room, blessedly alone.
They have the time to take a shower together, unhurried, knowing that none of their teammates are waiting on the other side of the door. Anticipation is building in Lupe's chest, and she can tell Jess feels the same by the way their easy kisses under the spray turn deeper and more heated, by the shiver running along Jess’ spine when Lupe washes her hair, her nails scratching lightly over Jess’ scalp. Savouring anticipation is a rare luxury for them lately, though, so they don't do anything about it until they've stepped out of the shower and dried off.
As soon as they're back in the bedroom proper, Lupe rounds on Jess.
“Show me.”
“How'd you know I've got anything to show you?” Jess asks, grinning broadly.
“Because I saw your face all the way home when we came back from Bertie and Gracie's last week,” Lupe says. “And you’d brought a bag along, Jess. It was kind of obvious.”
“I can't hide anything from you,” Jess laughs.
To be fair, Jess can't hide anything from most people. It's one of Lupe's favourite things about her.
Jess unzips her duffle bag and pulls out a rolled-up towel, which she unfolds to reveal a suspiciously thick pair of spare leg warmers. She pulls them apart, and a heavy pale cylinder falls onto the bed, bouncing lightly before laying there limply.
Lupe reaches for it. It looks more than a little ridiculous — like an absurdly pale disembodied cock, balls and all. It's stiff, with just a little give to it. From Lupe's extremely limited experience with cocks, it looks very average-sized, which she's glad for. It looks nothing like the dildo Lupe used back in Texas, which might not have been a dilator but was very much marketed as one, and just looked like a straight, black rubber rod.
“D'you like it?” Jess asks from where she's still digging through her bag.
“That depends on how well you're gonna use it,” Lupe answers, pitching her voice low and challenging.
Jess turns to face her, an equally challenging grin on her face.
“Let's see, then,” she says, holding a mess of straps aloft in one hand.
Oh. This Lupe is sure she likes. She's never used a harness with a dildo — the dilator-like one couldn't be used with one, so Lupe used to just hold it in the palm of her hand — but she's heard of them, and imagining Jess wearing it lights a spark of arousal in the pit of her stomach.
Lupe leaves the dildo abandoned on the bed and takes two steps over to Jess, holding out her hand for the harness. Jess hands it over, still grinning. Lupe fidgets with it for a moment, not really getting anywhere. Jess reaches into the tangle of straps, pulling in two spots, until it resolves into three distinct ones — one long, belt-like one, and two others attached to it, which must go between the legs. They meet at the front around a metal ring.
“How'd you want me?” Jess asks, looking intently at Lupe.
Lupe looks back down at the harness and then up at Jess again.
“If I say ‘just naked’, is that going to ruin the point of the dildo?” Lupe asks.
She hasn't seen Jess fully naked in too long, only rarely gets to feel her skin pressed against her, all over her. She doesn't want to give it up just yet, not after feeling and seeing all of her in the shower. They don't often get to fuck anywhere where getting fully undressed is safe.
“Nah.” Jess smiles. “I never mind you looking at me.”
God, she's so sweet, so earnest, so fucking handsome. Lupe's heart swells inside her chest. She holds Jess’ fingers over the straps of the harness and kisses her, soft but insistent, taking Jess’ lower lip between hers and grazing it lightly with her teeth.
Lupe pulls the harness from Jess’ hands and goes to one knee, holding it open for Jess.
“Oh, fuck, Lu,” Jess says, voice rough, looking down at Lupe with that eyes-blown expression she always gets when Lupe goes to her knees for her.
Lupe smirks up at her and nudges her shin with the back of her hand. “Come on, let me.”
Jess lifts up one foot, then the other, stepping into the harness. Lupe slides it over her legs until it rests on her hips.
“Gonna need you to grab the dildo, baby,” she says, nodding into the direction of the bed. If she lets go of the harness now, it's just going to fall straight back onto the floor, and that would ruin the mood she's going for.
Jess reaches for the dildo, leaning over slightly precariously, but she manages to get a hold of it. She weighs it with one hand, giving it a tentative squeeze, then threads it through the metal ring at the front of the harness. It's right in front of Lupe's face, and she stifles a giggle at the incongruosity of it. But then Lupe and Jess work together to tighten the harness’ buckles on Jess’ hips and the dildo settles against Jess’ crotch and she takes a step back to look down at herself and — oh.
Heat flares in Lupe's cunt, and any urge to giggle vanishes.
“Fuck, you're handsome like that,” Lupe says, staring at the tan straps tight over Jess’ hips, between her thighs, at the pallour of the dildo somehow right at home against Jess’ pale skin.
Still looking down at herself, Jess cups the dildo in one hand and gives it a considering stroke. Lupe stands all at once, her fingers finding purchase in the belt strap of the harness, and she pulls Jess down with her onto the nearest twin bed.
Jess lands half on top of her, the dildo poking Lupe in the thigh. Lupe brings one hand up to the back of Jess’ head, tugging her down into a hungry kiss.
“Oof,” Jess laughs against Lupe's lips. Lupe takes advantage by pushing her tongue into Jess’ mouth. Jess braces herself on one hand, the other on Lupe's jaw, and licks into Lupe's mouth in return. The feeling surges through Lupe's body, and the heat that's been smouldering in the pit of her stomach since they got into the shower together sparks to life, easy and bright. Lupe's teeth tug at Jess’ lower lip — fucking made for biting, that plush, large mouth of hers — and Jess lets out a short moan. God, Lupe wants to hear her again and again and again.
She strokes her hands down Jess’ back and grabs her ass, pulling her tighter against her, making Jess moan again, louder this time. The dildo is digging into Lupe's thigh so Lupe shifts beneath Jess, and then the shaft of it is somehow pressed unerringly against Lupe's clit and Lupe gasps into Jess’ mouth, rocking up into the pressure. Jess grunts and pushes down against her, and Lupe moans again and urges her along with both hands on her ass. The dildo is colder than Lupe's skin and the texture of the rubber feels slightly strange against her wet cunt but it's gloriously firm, rubbing against her with each of Jess’ movements, making pleasure swell in the pit of Lupe's stomach.
Jess breaks their kiss and readjusts herself, bracing herself on both hands and rounding her back and bending her head and then her mouth is on one of Lupe's tits and she's sucking on her nipple, sending pleasure sparking down Lupe's spine.
“Ah, fuck, Jess,” Lupe moans, and Jess grazes her teeth over Lupe's nipple and Lupe moans again, arching into Jess’ mouth, against her hips.
“Lu,” Jess half-mumbles into Lupe's tit, “I want to eat you out. Wanna get you so wet for me.”
Lupe laughs around a moan. “When do you not want to eat me out?”
Jess pulls away from Lupe's tit and grins up at her. “Never.”
Lupe laughs again, pushing down on Jess’ shoulders. “Go on, then.”
Jess slips off the side of the bed and goes to her knees between Lupe's legs. She pulls Lupe in by the hips until her ass is just at the edge of the mattress. Lupe lets her legs fall open, feet planted onto the floor, and props herself up on her elbows to look down at Jess.
Jess returns her gaze, her intensely blue eyes boring into Lupe's. Then, she presses her lips right below Lupe's navel and kisses down the trail of hair there, slow and intentional. Lupe's abs jump slightly under her touch — it always tickles a little, but Lupe loves the way Jess can't resist that line of hair leading to Lupe's cunt, the way she needs to get her fingers or mouth on it any chance she gets.
Jess kisses lower still and presses her mouth against Lupe's cunt. Lupe grunts at her touch, pleasure pulsing through her cunt and up into her stomach. Jess licks at her, broad and languid, from her taint up to her clit, and then again, dipping slightly inside her cunt this time. Lupe gasps at that, pressing herself against Jess’ mouth, and Jess does it again, and again, and pleasure swells inside Lupe, pooling into her cunt. Her breath catches in the back of her throat with each of Jess’ touches.
Jess licks up to Lupe's clit and drags her tongue over it. She uses long strokes at first, heat smouldering low in Lupe's stomach, but then she starts licking faster, flicking her tongue up and down insistently, and Lupe throws her head back, gasping abruptly at the intensity of it.
Jess licks her way back down to the entrance of Lupe's cunt, lapping motions that end in a curl of her tongue. It feels so good, and Lupe knows her well enough to know she's tasting Lupe, savouring the way she got wetter from Jess’ mouth on her clit, which only turns Lupe on more.
“God, baby,” Lupe says, voice raspy with arousal, “you're so desperate for me, so needy for my cunt.”
Jess moans into Lupe's cunt and then her thumb is on Lupe's clit, rubbing up and down at it through the hood. Lupe surges into her touch and a loud groan spills from her lips, turning into a drawn-out, shuddering moan when Jess flicks the tip of her tongue into her cunt. Jess keeps licking into Lupe, over and over again, pleasure fizzing in Lupe's veins, and then she's coaxing one of Lupe's legs over her shoulders and trailing her tongue lower, over Lupe's taint, and her free hand is on Lupe's asscheek, holding her open, and she licks lower still, broad and wet over Lupe's asshole.
Lupe gasps loudly, wordlessly, her cunt clenching around nothing. Jess is so good with her mouth and so eager to use it. She loves this so much, so unrestrainedly — it's unbearably fucking hot.
Lupe reaches out a hand to grasp at the crown of Jess’ head, panting, “Fuck, Jess, so good, so — ”
Jess starts licking tight circles around Lupe's asshole, her thumb still rubbing at Lupe's clit, and the elbow Lupe was still bracing herself on gives out. She drops back onto the mattress, her head thrown back, her fingers in Jess’ hair, tilting her hips up to give Jess better access. Jess makes a sound that's half a hum, half a moan, sounding pleased and so very turned on.
Her mouth leaves Lupe's ass for a moment and Lupe digs her calf into Jess’ back, trying to pull her back in, but then Jess says, “Turn over? I want to get my fingers inside your cunt, but I can't like this.”
She's breathless, her voice hoarse with arousal and desire.
“Yeah?” Lupe asks, lifting her head to look down at Jess. “You want to get me ready for you? To feel how much I like it when you eat my ass?”
“Yeah, Lu, come on,” Jess answers, her eyes blown with pleasure.
Lupe grins at her and rolls over onto her front. She's basically bent over the bed, like this, her feet on the ground, propping herself up on her elbows, her forehead resting on her joint hands. Jess has to take her thumb off Lupe's clit to allow her to move, but as soon as Lupe is settled again, she puts her mouth back on Lupe's ass and pushes two fingers into her cunt, curling them downwards until pleasure is sparking up behind Lupe's breastbone and down into her toes.
Jess licks over Lupe's ass, broad licks and small flicks and toe-curling circles. Lupe is moaning with every breath, rocking back against Jess’ mouth, onto her fingers. Jess drags her fingers just right inside Lupe's cunt, relentless, and Lupe feels like she's melting under her touch, heat building inside her, her cunt periodically clenching around Jess’ fingers.
Jess’ thumb strokes lightly right under Lupe's clit and Lupe jerks against her, her hips twitching.
“Jess,” she says, lifting her head so Jess can hear her, “don't make me come yet” — Jess stills her thumb but keeps licking insistently at her and Lupe gasps, losing control over her voice for a second — “ah, I want to come fast when you fuck me, want to see your face when I do.”
Jess makes a choked-off noise.
“Now?” she asks, pulling away. She sounds so eager, her voice strangled with need, and Lupe chuckles breathlessly, her nerves still singing with the curling of Jess’ fingers inside her.
“Yeah,” she answers, “yeah, fuck, if you want.”
She's already half standing up, and Jess says, “Yeah, I want,” slipping her fingers out of Lupe's cunt. Lupe turns around and pulls Jess up, her hand going straight between Jess’ legs, her wrist bumping into the dildo.
Fuck. Jess is dripping. Lupe's breath hitches with it, with the feeling of Jess’ wet cunt under her fingers, the obvious proof of how into this she is.
“You're soaking wet,” she says, stroking two fingers across Jess’ cunt and then up, smearing her wetness over the underside of the dildo before wrapping her hand around it.
“Yeah,” Jess breathes. “Fucking love eating you out.”
Lupe grins and kisses Jess hard, one hand on Jess’ jaw, the other still wrapped around the dildo.
“You got Vaseline or something for that thing?” she asks when she breaks the kiss. “You got me so fucking wet, but this” — she strokes her palm over the stiff, tacky surface of the dildo — “feels like it needs a little more.”
“No Vaseline, Bertie said,” Jess answers. “Apparently it can make the rubber of the dildo melt or something.”
Lupe wrinkles her nose. “Yeah, let's not do that.”
The mental image of something that goes inside her melting is decidedly unappealing.
Jess crouches to rifle through the duffle bag and pulls out a tube with the letters “KY” printed ridiculously large on its side.
“He said to use this instead,” she continues. “You need a prescription for this, can you imagine? But he knows a doctor who's like us, so he can get his hands on it.”
Lupe lets go of the dildo to pluck the tube from Jess’ hands. She unscrews the cap, and squeezes a dollop of the jelly into her palm. It's clearer than Vaseline, less greasy, more liquid. Lupe closes the tube and throws it onto the bed, then cups her hand under the dildo strapped to Jess’ hips, smearing the lube over the underside of it and then wrapping her hand around it to slick it up entirely. She's captivated by the look on Jess’ face, her eyes fixed on Lupe's hand around the dildo. Her arousal had subsided just slightly with the loss of Jess’ touch, but watching Jess like this, so obviously deeply turned on, drives Lupe a little crazy with desire.
“Fuck, Lu,” Jess groans, and Lupe pulls her by the hips and pushes her down onto the bed. Jess settles with her head on the pillow, her legs stretched out, staring at Lupe like she's going to die if she takes her eyes off her. She's so fucking handsome, it'd be unfair, except she's all Lupe's.
Lupe climbs onto the bed to straddle Jess’ hips, the dildo trapped between their bodies. She leans down to kiss Jess, licking into her mouth.
“I want you underneath me,” she says against Jess’ lips.
Jess nods, her nose bumping into Lupe's cheek.
“Yeah,” she says, her voice husky. “You gonna ride me?”
Lupe laughs breathlessly and nods.
The back of Jess’ hand pushes against Lupe's lower stomach as she reaches between them to try to wrap her hand around the dildo. Lupe sits back on her heels a little, shifting her weight to Jess’ thighs, and Jess takes the dildo into her hand and holds it upright, looking down at it at first, then up at Lupe, a challenge in her eyes.
Lupe fucking loves a challenge.
She lifts her hips and reaches beneath her, her fingers on the dildo's head, the side of her hand touching Jess’. The look in Jess’ eyes changes from challenge to pure, naked want — which, fucking hell — and Lupe guides the dildo to her cunt and lowers herself onto it.
She'd been right about its size — it's small enough that she can sink all the way down onto it in one go, the lube making the slide of it inside her easy and smooth. There's just the slightest, delicious stretch, like when Jess fucks her with three fingers, and the fullness of it makes pleasure swell inside her cunt, so sensitive from how close to orgasm Jess got her with her fingers, with her mouth.
Jess lets out a long, shaking breath, her eyes flitting between Lupe's face and the place where the dildo is pushing inside Lupe's cunt. She's taken her hand off of it to allow Lupe to take it to the hilt, and both of her hands are on Lupe's hips, her fingertips digging into Lupe's ass.
“Good?”Jess asks, as Lupe rocks her hips experimentally.
“Yeah,” Lupe answers, rocking again to feel the way the dildo presses just right into her cunt. “You?”
“So fucking good, Lu.”
Jess already sounds completely undone. Lupe can't wait to see how much further she can push her.
Lupe grins down at Jess, bracing herself on Jess’ shoulders, and lifts her hips until just the head of the dildo remains inside her, then grinds back down onto it. It feels different than fingers inside her, less intense because it can't hone in on the exact right spot in the same way, but fuller, deeper, more all-encompassing.
Jess is staring down at the dildo, at the way it disappears inside Lupe's cunt. Her teeth are planted in her lower lip and her breathing is heavy, edging into moaning. She's so fucking attractive, so fucking into this.
On the next thrust of Lupe's hips, Jess meets her halfway, rocking up into Lupe's cunt. The head of the dildo drags beautifully inside her, and Lupe gasps out loud, pleasure sparking deep in the pit of her stomach.
“Fuck, Jess,” she grunts, chasing the feeling reflexively. Jess thrusts into her again, pulling her down by the hips as she does, and the lightning-shock of it has Lupe moaning loudly, open-mouthed, her fingers tightening on Jess’ shoulders.
Jess fucks up into her again and again, and Lupe rocks down into it, heat stretching from her cunt up to her navel. Her thighs are starting to burn from the exertion but she doesn't care, just keeps riding Jess, chasing the feeling of Jess thrusting into her, mind-meltingly good. Jess takes her hand off Lupe's hip and brings it to her lower stomach, her palm covering Lupe's pubic hair and her thumb stroking decisively over Lupe's clit. Lupe jerks into it, and the forward tilt of her hips changes the angle and the dildo hits just fucking right, the combined sensations tearing a loud groan from her lips. She takes her hands off Jess’ shoulders and puts them behind her instead, gripping Jess’ thighs as she leans back, grinding over Jess’ lap more than she's riding her.
Jess keeps rubbing at Lupe's clit, rhythmic and sure. She can clearly tell how close Lupe is, and clearly desperately wants to push her over the edge. She's looking up at Lupe fixedly, almost reverently, her plush lips parted around the grunting gasps spilling from her mouth, her hand still on Lupe's hip following Lupe's movements, helping her along.
It's so fucking good, the deep grind of the dildo inside Lupe, the back-and-forth strokes of Jess’ thumb through the hood of her clit. Pleasure crests inside Lupe and hits her like a breaking wave, her back arching tautly, her fingers digging into Jess’ thighs, her cunt clenching hard around the dildo as Jess keeps thrusting up into her.
Lupe's cunt is still clenching when Jess whines, “Fuck, Lu,, look at you, I need — ” and then she's sitting up and her arms are wrapped around Lupe, her palms splayed on Lupe's back, and she flips them over in one smooth movement, somehow not rolling them both off the bed — fucking shortstop reflexes — and Lupe finds herself on her back, her legs wrapped around Jess’ hips. The dildo slipped out of Lupe as they rolled over, so Jess reaches between them and guides it back inside Lupe's cunt. She bottoms out just a bit too hard, but Lupe is so open and so wet that it doesn't hurt, just sends bruising pleasure thudding through Lupe's cunt, fanned by the knowledge that Jess only loses control like this when she's utterly desperate.
“Oh, God, Jess,” Lupe gasps, grasping low at Jess’ waist, urging her on. Each of Jess’ thrusts makes heat throb inside her, the aftershocks pulsing through her cunt turning sharper, brighter, into the build-up to another orgasm.
Jess is braced on her elbows on top of Lupe, thrusting into her with a motion Lupe knows entirely too well — it's the way she rides Lupe's thigh with Lupe's teeth planted in her shoulder, the way she humps the heel of her own hand with Lupe's fingers in her ass. She clearly needs to come so fucking badly, chasing her orgasm against the base of the dildo, panting moans spilling from her lips with every thrust.
“Fuck, you gonna come like this?” Lupe manages breathlessly. “Yeah, come on — want you to come while you fuck me.”
Jess makes a strangled noise and buries her face in the crook of Lupe's neck, and then there's the delicious sting of her blunt teeth planted right under Lupe's collarbone. Sharp pleasure arcs behind Lupe's breastbone and all the way down to her cunt, and she groans, rocking her hips upwards to meet Jess’ thrusts.
The rhythm of Jess’ hips gets faster, almost jerky. She sounds so gorgeous, gasping moans muffled into Lupe's skin, and then her entire body tenses as she presses deep inside Lupe. Her teeth let go of Lupe's skin as her moans rise in pitch and her elbows give in, her entire weight pressing down on top of Lupe. Lupe pulls Jess in even closer, her fingers digging into the small of Jess’ back, her legs wrapped around Jess’ thighs, desperate to feel every twitch of Jess’ body against her as she comes.
“God, Jess, the way you move when you come,” Lupe says into Jess’ ear, so turned on that her voice is gravelly with it. “I fucking love feeling you.”
Jess gasps open-mouthed into Lupe's shoulder, her hips twitching minutely against Lupe's, and then her entire body relaxes, her deep, panting exhales sending Lupe's curls fluttering against the side of her neck.
She braces herself on her elbows again to look down at Lupe, and that simple movement makes the dildo shift inside Lupe's cunt, just enough that Lupe moans low in her throat with the sweet shock of it.
Jess smiles down at her, pleased and covetous and slightly predatory.
“You wanna come again?” she asks, punctuating her question with a deliberate thrust of her hips. “Like this?”
The dildo drags deliciously inside Lupe, heat pooling deep inside her cunt. Lupe grunts brokenly. She's so sensitive and she needs to come so badly, the feeling of it like a physical pull in the pit of her stomach.
“Yeah, I do,” she pants, rocking up against Jess’ hips. “You're really good with that thing, you know.”
Jess flashes her a smug grin, and then Lupe grins back and adds, “Like you were made for it,” and Jess makes a gorgeous noise, like a hoarse, rough whimper torn from her lips.
Lupe's grin widens. It's so hot and so fun, getting Jess exactly where it grips her, making her lose all of her composure.
In one smooth, fervent motion, Jess straightens her upper body and sits back on her heels between Lupe's legs, pulling her in by the hips until her ass is resting against Jess’ thighs. The angle is a bit awkward like this, their hips not aligned the way they should be, so Lupe pulls the pillow out from under her own head and lobs it at Jess, who catches it one-handed. She gets the hint, shoving it under Lupe's lower back, and then she's moving again and the angle is perfect, each thrust sending pleasure thudding through Lupe's veins.
“God, Lu,” Jess groans, looking down at the way the dildo pushes into Lupe, “you're so wet I can see it.”
“I know,” Lupe says, deep and husky. She can feel it, the mix of lube and her own come slick on her inner thighs, down along the crack of her ass. “You feel so fucking good, Jess.”
Jess wraps one hand around Lupe's hip and brings the other to Lupe's cunt, two fingers rubbing tight circles into the root of her clit. It's incandescent, bright heat sparking up to Lupe's navel and down into her thighs. She rolls her hips into Jess’ touch, over and over again, gasping grunts tumbling from her lips each time Jess pushes into her.
“Fuck, Lu, the noises you make,” Jess says, breathless with exertion and arousal. “You're the most handsome thing I've ever seen, you have no idea — ”
God, Lupe needs to touch her. She reaches out, grabbing for Jess’ hand on her hip. Jess takes Lupe's hand in hers, squeezing it tight and interlacing their fingers, and Lupe squeezes back, her thumb caressing over the side of Jess’ hand. She uses their joint hands as leverage to rock harder into Jess’ thrusts, rolling her hips on every stroke. The pressure inside her builds, fast and inexorable, pleasure stretching between the dildo in her cunt and Jess’ fingers on her clit, and then it bursts all at once, blindingly intense. Lupe's back arches as she presses herself impossibly close against Jess, her thighs squeezing tight around Jess’ hips, her fingers digging into Jess’ hand, her cunt clenching hard around the dildo inside her. Jess fucks her through it, steady and insistent, her low moans answering Lupe's loud, drawn-out groan.
When Lupe comes down, catching her breath, her hips sinking back into the pillow beneath her, Jess is looking down at her, her eyes burning with desire and adoration so intense that Lupe can't look directly at her because she's not about to start crying during sex, thank you very much. She squeezes Jess’ hand instead, pulling it towards her mouth to press her lips against Jess’ knuckles.
“You're so good to me,” Jess tells her, heartbreakingly tender in her matter-of-factness.
Lupe kisses her hand again. She still doesn't really feel like she can ever truly be good to someone, but it's never been easier than with Jess.
“It's like I love you or something,” she says.
Jess gives her a fond, teasing smile, one eyebrow raised like she knows Lupe is more touched than she's letting on.
“Want me to be good to you some more?” Lupe adds.
Jess’ breath is still coming fast, her hips still twitching minutely, the dildo that's still inside Lupe shifting back and forth very slightly. She's clearly still so turned on and she's so sweet to Lupe and she's ribbing her wordlessly about her fake flippancy, and Lupe wants to utterly take her apart about all of it.
“Yeah,” Jess responds, her voice low and heated. “That was — fucking hell, Lu. Yeah, I really need to come again.”
Lupe shifts backwards so the dildo slips out of her and sits up, running a finger along its slick rubber surface.
“Want me to use this on you?” she asks, raising her eyebrows inquisitively.
Jess’ face crumples in confusion for just a heartbeat, and then it hits and her eyes widen, her lips parted around a stunningly needy gasp.
“You mean — ?” she asks, staring helplessly at Lupe.
A teasing, impossibly smug smirk tugs at the corners of Lupe's mouth. She knew Jess would go wild for this.
“I mean do you want me to strap this on” — she curls her fingers around the head of the dildo — “and fuck you in the ass with it?”
Jess lunges forward, pressing her mouth against Lupe's in a hungry kiss, burning with want. Her hands are on Lupe's jaw, clinging to her like she's an anchor, and Lupe is pretty sure she's forgetting to breathe. Lupe's head is spinning a little, seeing Jess this desperate.
When Jess breaks for air, Lupe runs two fingers along her jawline and cups her chin between her thumb and index finger.
“I'll take that as a yes?” she asks.
Jess nods into her hand. “If you're sure you want to — yeah, Lupe, fuck, please.”
“Of course I want to,” Lupe says. “I love how much you love my fingers in your ass — I can't fucking wait to see how you get when I fuck you with this.”
Jess leans forward, pushing against Lupe's hand, and Lupe closes the gap between them to kiss her again, pushing her tongue into Jess’ mouth, delighting in the muffled moan she pulls out of her.
Lupe lets go of Jess’ jaw and brings her hands down to the harness around Jess’ hips, fidgeting with the buckles. She manages to loosen them and pushes the harness down Jess’ thighs, and Jess shifts backwards to allow her to slide it all the way off her legs. Lupe flips the harness around and pulls it over her own legs, kneeling up to hike it over her ass.
“Let me?” Jess asks, her fingers on the straps.
Lupe nods, so Jess tightens the harness until it sits snug around Lupe's hips, around her thighs, the base of the dildo resting a little above Lupe's clit.
It looks more out of place on her than on Jess, Lupe thinks, the pallor of the rubber incongruous against her tan skin. But Jess is looking at her with her tongue planted in her lower lip, her gaze fixed hungrily on the dildo jutting out from Lupe's body.
“You want it?” Lupe asks, cupping her palm around the underside of the dildo.
“Obviously,” Jess answers with a lopsided smile.
“Ask me for it,” Lupe tells her, and Jess’ eyes flick up to her face, shining with delighted surprise.
“God, I like you bossy,” she says.
Lupe bites back a smile and just looks at Jess expectantly.
“I want it,” Jess says, low and earnest. “Please, Lu, want you to fuck me with it.”
Her words jolt through Lupe's cunt. God fucking dammit, how is her artless sincerity so much hotter than anyone who's ever played things up for Lupe.
“Show me how you want it,” Lupe tells her, because she loves bossing Jess around, but also because it's the first time they're doing this and she wants Jess to be as comfortable as possible.
Jess nods, the way she nods when Lupe makes a call on the field. She turns around, kneels up, and bends over at the waist, bracing herself on her hands.
Lupe swallows heavily. Her eyes rove over the sight of Jess in front of her — her braid falling over her shoulder, her strong shoulders pulled back slightly, the arch of her back pushing out her toned ass.
“Yeah, you want it from behind?” she asks, stroking a hand over the curve of Jess’ ass. “God, baby, you look so good on your hands and knees for me.”
Jess cranes her neck to flash Lupe a heated look over her shoulder, then looks ahead again, anticipation radiating from every line of her body.
Lupe runs her fingers over the inside of Jess’ thigh, and Jess shifts her knees further apart, so fucking eager. Her cunt is gorgeously on display like this, pink and wet and slightly swollen with arousal, framed with damp, wiry hair between her come-slick thighs. Lupe desperately wants to watch it get even wetter as she fucks Jess’ ass.
She gropes around on the bed for the lube and finds it precariously close to the edge of the mattress. She unscrews the cap and squeezes out a line of lube along two of her fingers, then twists them in the palm of her other hand to coat them fully before closing the lube back up.
“Look how bad you want it,” she tells Jess, running two unlubed fingers — the ones on her right hand, because she might still need it for other things — over Jess’ slick cunt and down to her clit, pressing her fingertips right below it.
“Lu,” Jess whines gruffly, so much needy impatience packed into that single syllable.
Lupe laughs. “Yeah, yeah, I'm getting there. Gonna open you up first, okay?”
Jess is pretty used to Lupe's fingers, but Lupe doesn't think she's ever taken anything quite as big or as firm as this dildo. The thought makes her a little dizzy with possessive lust, that she gets to do this to Jess for the first time.
Lupe starts by rubbing over Jess’ clit, small back-and-forth movements through the hood, because Jess tends to utterly melt when Lupe touches her clit while fingering her ass. Then, finally, she strokes a lube-slick fingertip over Jess’ asshole. Jess’ hips twitch under her touch, and she makes a small sound in the back of her throat, not quite a moan but close.
Lupe keeps caressing over Jess’ ass with gentle up-and-down movements until Jess softens up beneath her finger, her breathing gratifyingly heavy. Lupe pushes the tip of her finger inside, up to the first knuckle, and Jess’ breath hitches. She pushes back slightly against Lupe's finger and Lupe can't tell whether it's intentional or not, but she does know it makes heat flare brightly in the pit of her stomach. She presses her finger in deeper, slow and steady, giving Jess some time to adjust at the second knuckle and then further still, until she's all the way inside.
She waits a little more, there, still rubbing over Jess’ clit, letting her loosen up around her. She's so warm and soft inside, and her cunt is getting wetter against Lupe's hand. God, Lupe loves touching her.
And then she starts moving again, fucking Jess with her finger, still gentle but faster, and Jess is moaning low with every exhale, the almost-humming sound she makes when she's completely lost in pleasure. Lupe can feel herself getting wetter in response to it, to Jess so turned on and pliant under her touch.
She pulls her index finger almost all the way out and tucks the tip of her middle finger next to it, right against the rim of Jess’ ass.
“Yeah?” she asks, her voice soft.
“Yeah, Lu, give me more,” Jess answers, raspy with want.
Lupe pushes in, even slower than with just one finger. She's still rubbing at Jess’ clit, and Jess’ moans get louder, more ragged, so stunning that Lupe's cunt clenches with it. Jess’ body relaxes around her fingers until she's open enough that Lupe can easily thrust both fingers all the way inside of her, curling them downwards each time she pulls out. Jess rocks her hips into her touch, the muscles of her ass flexing with it.
She's moving like she wants even more, so Lupe takes her fingers away from Jess’ clit and grabs the lube again, unscrewing the cap with her teeth and squirting a generous amount of lube directly onto the dildo's rubber shaft before spitting out the cap and tossing the tube aside. She wraps her hand around the dildo to spread the lube around, and then guides it so the head of it comes to rest right against Jess’ ass just as she pulls her fingers out.
“Yeah?” she asks again, and Jess answers, “Fuck, Lu, please,” so Lupe pushes her hips forward and the head of the dildo presses inside Jess’ ass. There's a bit of resistance, at first, but Jess is open and relaxed from Lupe's fingers, so she yields easily, stretching beautifully to take the dildo inside her. Lupe can't tear her eyes away from the sight of it.
“Touch your clit for me, baby,” she tells Jess, because the angle is too awkward for Lupe to reach it properly like this. “And let me know if I'm going too deep?”
Jess hums affirmatively, clearly too focused on the dildo inside her ass to use actual words. She drops down onto her elbows and puts all her weight on one arm to reach between her thighs with the other. Lupe can just see the tips of Jess’ fingers rubbing easily over her own clit from where she's looking down at Jess’ ass stretched around the dildo. The sight of it makes Lupe a little lightheaded — God, she wants to fuck Jess until she completely comes apart.
Lupe holds on to Jess’ hips with both hands and works the dildo inside her, thrust by gentle thrust, pulling back then pushing back in again, a little further each time. Jess is making absolutely gorgeous noises, strained whines and strangled grunts, and she takes it so fucking well, letting Lupe bottom out all the way inside her.
There, Lupe stills her hips, giving Jess another moment to adjust to the full size of the dildo inside her.
“Tell me when?” she asks, and Jess doesn't even hum this time, just nods, her braid shifting with the movement.
Jess keeps stroking over her own clit, keeps making those beautiful noises, and then she manages a breathless “Move, Lu, I need you to fuck me, please,” that hits Lupe like a lightning strike.
“Fuck, baby,” she chokes out, and she starts moving, pulling out until only the head of the dildo is in and then thrusting all the way in, slow and steady but putting her hips into it.
Jess is rocking back into it, not hard but unmistakable, low grunting gasps spilling from her lips each time Lupe pushes deep inside her. Her forehead is resting on her forearm, her other arm hidden from Lupe's view, but the slight shifting of her shoulder leaves no doubt about the fact that she's still touching herself. She must be so wet. Lupe really wants to feel her.
She puts one hand high on Jess’ waist and the other on the base of her braid and pulls her up until she's kneeling upright, her back against Lupe's chest. Jess immediately cranes her neck, smearing her mouth against Lupe's cheekbone.
“You need to be kissed?” Lupe laughs breathlessly, turning her head to press her lips against Jess’, wet and open-mouthed. She trails her right hand down Jess’ stomach, between her thighs, to press her fingers against Jess’ clit. Jess is still touching herself as well, so their fingers are slotted together, Jess’ right above her clit and Lupe's right below it. Lupe presses Jess’ fingers down beneath her own each time she flexes her knuckles, making them work in tandem.
Lupe thrusts harder into her, riding the pleasure swelling inside her cunt. She knows she can't come like this, but she desperately needs to chase the arousal Jess’ incredible responsiveness lights within her. Her thrusts are shallower in this position, just short back-and-forth strokes, pushing Jess forward into the movements of their joint fingers. Jess is panting harshly against Lupe's lips, barely able to kiss Lupe back, moaning whenever Lupe licks into her mouth.
Lupe's fingers slide slickly over Jess’ clit, and when she strokes her fingers lower, over Jess’ labia, she finds her absolutely dripping wet. Lupe swipes her fingers over Jess’ entrance, careful not to push inside, and then pulls her fingers away entirely.
“Look at you,” she says, breaking their kiss and holding her fingers up in front of Jess’ face, “look how much you like this, baby, so hot, fucking hell.”
Jess knows what's coming and clearly wants it as much as Lupe does, because she parts her lips further and her tongue darts out eagerly. Lupe slides her fingers over Jess’ bottom lip, all the way into her mouth, and Jess laves her tongue over them before closing her lips around them and sucking. Her mouth is so warm, so wet. Heat flares in Lupe's cunt, up into the pit of her stomach and higher, behind her breastbone, pulling a low groan from her throat. It feels stupidly good, Jess sucking on her fingers like that, moaning around them because she always gets even more turned on, even more sensitive, when she has something in her mouth. Lupe pushes her fingers in and out, fucking Jess’ mouth shallowly, a counterpoint to the way she's thrusting into her ass. She rests her chin on Jess’ shoulder and watches Jess’ fingers move across her clit, rhythmic and fast. She's so worked up from Lupe fucking her in the ass. It makes Lupe's cunt clench hard, her own thighs slick with how wet she is.
Jess sounds utterly breathtaking, panting muffled moans around Lupe's fingers, but Lupe misses the throaty, drawn-out quality her noises get when Lupe fucks her deeper. She takes her fingers out of Jess’ mouth and pushes her down by the nape of her neck, bending her over again. Jess goes easily, her hand still on her clit. She doesn't even hold herself up, this time — just presses her shoulders into the bed, her back arched, her face half-buried into the mattress. She's so exposed like this. Lupe can't stop staring at the way Jess stretches so prettily around the dildo as Lupe pushes all the way inside her, the sight making white-hot pleasure pulse deep in the pit of Lupe's stomach.
“Oh, God, you're so deep,” Jess says, breathless and husky.
“Too deep?” Lupe asks, pulling back slightly, but Jess pushes back against her — Jesus fucking Christ — and moans, “No, no, so good, feels so good, keep going.”
“Yeah? You like it deep?” Lupe asks, pushing further into Jess again, so turned on that she feels almost a little nauseous with it. “You're taking it so well, Jess — I fucking love doing this to you.”
“Oh, fuck, Lu,” Jess honest-to-God practically whines. She sounds fucked out as all hell and so close to coming. Lupe wants so badly to watch and hear her fall apart underneath her, to know how she comes with that dildo in her ass.
She fucks Jess a little harder, rolling her hips each time she bottoms out, and Jess grunts low in her throat with every thrust, rocking back into Lupe with needy, almost jerky movements. And then Jess’ entire body tenses except for her arm still working beneath her, and her back arches even further as she pushes herself back against Lupe, groaning long and loud and uninhibited, little gasps of breath punched out of her with each of Lupe's thrusts.
Pleasure throbs through Lupe's cunt, so intense that her thighs feel almost numb with it, with how much it turns her on to fuck Jess like this, to watch her come so long and hard, to hear the sounds she makes throughout. She fucks Jess through it, drawing it out as long as possible, but as soon as Jess slumps forward into the mattress, taking deep, gasping breaths, Lupe tugs at the buckle on the side of the harness just enough to loosen it a little and pushes her hand down into it, her knuckles trapped behind the base of the dildo, her fingertips pressed against her clit. She rubs at herself, quick and efficient, pleasure careening towards its peak. God, she needs to come so fucking badly.
Her movements jostle the dildo, which is still inside Jess, and Jess breathes in sharply, craning her neck to look back at Lupe.
“Fuck, that's hot,” she says, her voice a little hoarse and shaky from how hard she's just come. “Yeah, come on, get yourself off, Lu, I want to hear you.”
Lupe exhales sharply, moving her fingers just a little faster, pressing tight through the hood of her clit. It takes only a few more passes of her fingertips before the swelling heat inside her bursts, bright and intense. Her cunt clenches tight, almost pulsing with it, her inner thighs sticky with her own come. Grunting moans spill from her lips as she throws her head back, her eyes screwed shut with the wave of pleasure washing over her.
When it subsides, she looks back down at Jess, who's still in the same position but more relaxed, now, her shoulders loose, her face turned to the side to keep looking at Lupe out of the corner of her eye. She's still breathing a little heavily, the way she does when she's come really hard, when it takes a while to come down from so high.
“Fucking hell, Jess,” Lupe breathes.
A wide grin spreads across Jess’ face. “Right?”
Lupe laughs, bright and delighted.
“Hope you're ready to do that again often,” she says.
“Which part?” Jess asks.
Lupe strokes her palm over the small of Jess’ back. “All of it.”
“Yeah,” Jess says, still grinning. “Yeah, any time, Lu. That was so fucking good.”
The dildo is still inside Jess, and Lupe doesn't think she has a lot of time left before it starts getting uncomfortable, so she wraps her fingers around its base and gives it a gentle tug.
“Out?” she asks Jess, and Jess nods, so Lupe pulls the dildo out all the way.
As soon as it's out, Jess rolls over onto her back and sits up, grabbing the back of Lupe's head to kiss her deeply. Lupe kisses her back, one hand still on the dildo, the other cupped around the side of Jess’ face.
They break apart, Lupe stroking her thumb over Jess’ cheekbone.
“We owe Bertie one hell of an edible arrangement,” she says.
Jess snorts. “We absolutely do.”
Lupe nods down at the dildo. “I'm gonna go wash my hands and clean this up, okay?”
She undoes the buckle on the other side of the harness and gets off the bed to take it off all the way.
“Can you see if you can find the cap of the lube somewhere?” she asks Jess. “God knows where the hell I threw it.”
Jess smirks. “Lost it in the throes of passion?”
Lupe bends over to pick a balled-up sock up off the floor and lobs it at Jess’ head. “You're the one who got so eager that I didn't want to make you wait!”
“You're the picture of selflessness,” Jess teases, but she's already searching through the bedsheets for the elusive cap. She finds it in a fold of the covers and holds it up triumphantly before screwing it back onto the tube.
“One second, I'll be right there,” she tells Lupe. “I need to clean up too.”
She slips off the bed as well and puts both her hands on the bedframe to push it against the other twin bed, the way she always does when they get to share a room for away games. Lupe watches her for a moment, captivated by the play of her arm muscles as she pushes the beds together. It's a rare and precious luxury lately, getting to spend an entire night in the same bed as Jess. Lupe is really looking forward to it.
When the beds are pushed together to Jess’ satisfaction, Lupe holds out her free hand. Jess takes it, and Lupe leads her into the bathroom, the harness dangling from her other hand.
