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FIRST 5 VOTING SUPPORTERS
COMMENTING SUPPORTERS
THANK YOU TO EVERYONE FOR VOTING AND STAYING WITH ME OVER MY SHORT HIATUS
Here's to our favorite lesbians!
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Ophelia rolls over in bed, tossing the covers as she goes. Sweat sticks to her body causing her sweatshirt to feel wet against her heated skin. She stands from the bed, wobbling half-asleep into the hallway. She makes it all the way to the kitchen where Ophelia finds a glass and fills it with water from the sink. Ophelia downs the entire glass in one go, feeling parched. "Fuck, it's hot." She swipes at her face and it comes back damp with sweat.
Ophelia pinches the fabric of the sweatshirt in between her fingers and flaps it to get air circulating underneath the clothing. She reaches over to the sink and fills her glass again then shuts off the water. The clock on the microwave reads 02:30 A.M. "Great," She walks over to the couch and sits down. "I won't be going back to sleep anytime soon." Her hand reaches out into the darkness for the remote that she left on the coffee table. Finding it, Ophelia flicks the TV on and flicks through the channels. She finds reruns of Criminal Minds and immediately is absorbed in the episode.
Ophelia sits with a plate of homemade nachos in her lap, chips with slices of cheese microwaved. She added hot sauce and salsa to it and happily chows down on her food. She takes a sip from her water, placing it on the coaster on the coffee table.
It's around 4 A.M. now and Ophelia isn't tired. She also doesn't feel wide awake. More in the middle where if she actually tried to lie down, she could fall asleep but it wouldn't be restful. So Ophelia eats her nachos and watches a woman gets brutally murdered on the screen before Hotch and the team hop on a plane.
"What are you doing?" A voice directly behind Ophelia asks.
Ophelia is proud to say she doesn't scream but she does jump up from the couch protectively holding her food to her chest. "You scared me." She blinks at Samantha who stands in an oversized T-shirt and shorts.
The older woman is frowning at her while rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Ophelia, why are you up?" She looks at the plate in the sub's hands and rolls her eyes. "And you're snacking around."
"I woke up hot so I decided to come in here to cool off." Ophelia shrugs, "I also might have gotten hungry." She picks up a chip and eats it. It was perfectly covered in melted cheese and salsa. She sits back down on the couch. "Want some?"
Samantha shakes her head. She walks to the kitchen and rummages around for a bit. Ophelia stares at her, wondering what she's doing. The woman is pulling out ingredients and mixing bowls. Instead of asking what she's up to, Opehlia turns back to the TV. If Samantha wanted her to know then she would tell her.
So consumed with Criminal Minds, Ophelia doesn't notice the smell until the end of the episode. Her nose twitches, sniffing the air. She turns her head toward the kitchen, seeing Samantha at the island with her phone while the oven bakes whatever food she made. "Are you making brownies?"
Ophelia stands from the couch. She grabs her dirty plate from the coffee table and heads to the kitchen. Samantha grins up from her phone. "Cholate is the best medicine." She nods toward Ophelia as she washes the dishes. "I know you're going through a lot right now. Whenever life got tough, my grandma would always bake. She said baking was good for the soul."
"Your grandma baked you brownies when you came out?" Ophelia puts the now clean plate in the drying rake with the rest of the dishes. She leans against the kitchen island across from Samantha.
"Yeah. She knew I was gay from a young age. I didn't know until I was in middle school." Samantha sets her phone down, still gently smiling at Ophelia. "I thought there was something wrong with me, but I had a great support system. My grandma is a real tough woman, she was born during the Great Depression, but she has a heart of gold. When I came out to her she didn't get mad. She showed me this brownie recipe." Samantha stands, placing some oven mitts on. She reaches into the oven and takes out the 8x8 pan of chocolate brownies. She pokes a knife into it. "Told me that when life gets tough, do the easy things in life that make you smile." The domme walks around Ophelia to the refrigerator. She pulls out a tub of vanilla ice cream. "Baking makes me smile."
Ophelia grabs two bowls from the cabinet along with spoons. She sets them next to the cooling brownie pan. "Your grandma sounds like a wonderful woman."
"She is." Samantha cuts out 2 brownies and then scoops out some ice cream. She slides a bowl to Ophelia. "Eat it while it's hot."
Hiding a smile, Ophelia digs her spoon into the ice cream and scoops up some brownie with it. She pops it into her mouth, moaning at the hot chocolatey goodness and then the refreshing sweet vanilla coldness of the ice cream. "This is so good." Ophelia wiggles her hips in a happy dance as she spoons some more into her mouth. "Oh gosh."
Beside her, Samantha laughs. "Thank you, I know they're orgasm worthy."
The younger woman chokes, slapping her hand on the counter as her eyes watered. Samantha continues to laugh as she rushes to the fridge for the milk. She pours Ophelia some and hands it to the gasping woman.
Once she regains her breath, Ophelia glares at the older. She lightly punches Samantha's arm who smiles widely in response. She chuckles, "I'll admit, these brownies could probably make me orgasm." They both fall into a fit of laughter again, leaning against the other as their legs almost give out from the force of the giggles.
Samantha gasps, wiping tears from her eyes. "I haven't laughed so hard in ages."
Ophelia licks her spoon, bowl empty. "Aren't you glad you met me?" She sends a sly playful wink toward Samantha still smiling.
The redhead stills, "I am." She leans forward, hand going to Ophelia's cheek and swiping at the corner of the younger's mouth. "Can I kiss you, Ophelia?"
Eyes wide, Ophelia stammers. "W-what?" She blinks not understanding. "Why are you asking?"
"Because I didn't want to scare you when I eventually did this." The hand on her cheek slides purposefully to the back of her neck. Another hand settles on her waist and pulls Ophelia closer into Samantha's space until both women are chest to chest. Every tense breath Ophelia takes causes her heart to pound in her ears. She's solely focused on the domme. "Okay?"
Ophelia nods forgetting herself. She inhales at the sharp threat of nails that dig into her neck. A warning to use her words. "Yes ma'am, it's okay."
Licking her bottom lip, Samantha leans forward an inch. Her leg brushes against Ophelia's. "Still okay?" She slips her hand underneath Ophelia's sweatshirt, just a thumb brushing against soft skin.
Her breath hitches at the barest touch from the domme. Ophelia tenses, feeling like she should be doing something other than standing and looking lost. "Yes," She looks away to the brownies behind the redhead. "Am I allowed to touch you?"
Samantha chuckles, closing the gap between them. "Always." Her lips caress Ophelia's cheek as she slowly leans away from the younger woman to catch her worried gaze. "I always want you to touch me, Ophelia."
Finally, Ophelia raises her hands tentatively to Samantha's waist. She plants them there and freezes again. She can't help wondering why she was so awkward. The other woman moved so freely and confidently. While Ophelia couldn't even glance at the redhead without blushing like a fool. She sucks in a breath to steel herself.
That thumb on her waist turns into an entire hand that stays in place. It burns Ophelia's skin making her stomach roll and the ground feel like it will disappear if she takes a step. Ophelia shakes her head, suddenly feeling way too hot again. "Sa-Samantha." The redhead hums as she plants a kiss on the younger's cheek and jaw.
"Can we go to bed?" Ophelia looks down, dropping her hands from the woman. "I can't...I don't think-"
"You're tired?" Samantha gives her an out. Her eyes are warm and full of understanding. "Go wait for me, sweetheart." She slowly steps back from the submissive, "I'll clean all this up."
She races back into the bedroom. Her hands shake as Ophelia rips off the sweatshirt and fans herself. Her entire body felt overheated like she would combust into flames and be a pile of ash by the time Samantha was done. Her heart beats wildly and Ophelia presses a hand to her chest to try and stop it from jumping out.
She can hear the clang of dishes being put away and knows that Samantha will be in the bedroom shortly. Ophelia quickly grabs a t-shirt from her duffle bag and runs to the bathroom. Still shaking with a million different emotions, Ophelia grabs her toothbrush and puts her toothpaste on it. She begins to aggressively brush her teeth, watching as white foam gathers at the corners of her mouth and plops into the sink.
Done with her toothbrush, Ophelia stares at her reflection. Green eyes with too wide pupils, a freckle here and there. Black hair, red lips. She narrows her eyes at the small acne scars dotted in different places from when she used to pick at her acne before patches were a thing.
"How could she want me?" She raises a hand and touches the cheek that Samantha had kissed. "I'm ugly." Her eyes sting. "She's so beautiful and I'm so plain. So ordinary."
Her hands fall to her sides, cupping her belly. Ophelia knew she wasn't the skinniest nor was she the fluffiest. Still, her bodily appearance withered her small self-esteem. Her arms jiggled slightly and her belly was a bit too big that she wore XL so it didn't show when she sat down. Her size 12-14 jeans were always had runs in the thighs. Her height and weight ratio wasn't proportional at all but still, she couldn't complain. Others had it worse, some people had worse body dysmorphia than Ophelia did. "But she chose me." Ophelia swipes at her face, splashing water to perk herself up. "Samantha chose me. Samantha told me I'm beautiful." Suddenly renewed, Ophelia glares at her reflection. "Stop being a whiny bitch and go kiss that woman." She points at the mirror. "Ophelia North you are a motherfucking badass and Samantha likes you, so go be a badass." She nods once at the reflection glaring right back at her before flicking the bathroom light off and marching into the bedroom.
Samantha sits in the bed, staring at her hands clasped in her lap. She looks up when Ophelia pushes open the door, "Sweetheart?" Her smile wanes when she notices the angry look on Ophelia's face. "What's wro-"
Ophelia stares, one thought in her mind. Kiss Samantha. It blares in her head as she storms up to the woman. She watches the smile fall off the domme's face as she nears and then blue eyes widen as Ophelia leans down, grasping Samantha's face with her hands and smashes their lips together. It's a brief kiss that wasn't much to go on but Ophelia is proud when she pulls away and isn't afraid of the dumbfounded look on the redhead.
"I like you, Samantha. Like a lot. It scares me how much I like you." She's talking fast, almost rapid firing the words to the other woman. "But stop asking me if I'm okay because it makes me feel not okay. I start thinking and then when I think, I get upset and then I'll disappear again on you for another weekend and we both don't want that." She holds up a hand when Samantha tries to speak.
"Just fucking kiss me, stop babying me. I want you to take me, throw me on the bed, and just smother me. I don't care how just fucking be dominant and stop being whatever the fuck you're being right now." Ophelia jabs a finger at the older woman who is blank-faced. "Because I don't have the balls to walk up to you and kiss you because I'm not ready for that but I'm ready for you to do it." Her lungs wheeze as Ophelia finishes and breathes. "Did that make sense?"
Samantha stands up slowly, smoothing the covers over the spot she just in. Ophelia takes a step back feeling like she said all the wrong things and now the domme is gonna punish her for it. "You know what?" Ophelia points behind her, "I'm not tired so I'm gonna go and..." She freezes when Samantha clears her throat. Voice dying in her throat, Ophelia squeaks at the cold look in the redhead's eyes.
Samantha closes the foot of space between them and sighs, hands at her sides. "Sweetheart?"
"Yes?" Ophelia feels dread pool in her stomach at the unchanging blankness of the older woman.
"Thank you for letting me know." Samantha pats Ophelia's head. Ophelia blinks, she opens her mouth to speak but lets out a shrill shriek when Samantha suddenly picks her up and bodyslams her onto the mattress. "I'll take everything you said into consideration." A hand closes around her mouth and Ophelia's eyes widen as Samantha leans forward, "Okay?" She says it sarcastically and Ophelia rolls her eyes. Suddenly a hand smacks her thigh making Ophelia wince but her sweatpants took the brunt of it. "I'm going to kiss you, sweetheart."
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I had the biggest evil laugh writing this chapter and the next. But it totaled to around 5K in google doc, so I decided to split it in half. LOLZ
In Google, it's an entire chapter but you readers agreed on short bursts below 5K earlier! So no take backs now. MUHAHAHA
ahem, my preferred method of payment is votes and comments...so like drop 20 votes and 10 comments by Wednesday and I'll do a double update.
If that's not enough incentive...I said 2 chapters ago that something was coming. Who remembers what I said?
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