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It was another one of those nights where the stupid, tall and curvy, snobby-accented cop was stuck in her head. Round and round she went in there. Jinx would be trying to focus on this or that and the image of her was always behind her eyelids. There would always be something specific. One scene, one reaction, one expression or position or noise and it would play over and over and over and over .
It drove Jinx mad. She was already mad. It drove her extra crazy. It drove her to the bounds of foaming-mouth rabid animal crazy. It made her feel like she was being buried under sand if she didn’t do something about it. It made her fingers twitch and her muscles ache to run there, to the Kiramman estate. Jinx choked on the overwhelming magnetic force of Caitlyn whenever she was away. And, after a day, after a week, after a month, at some point she would have to go back.
And it was one of those nights. One of the nights where Jinx had been wet for hours and she’d walked into her walls and she’d stared at her hands until they didn't look real and she’d forgotten everything because her entire existence was taken up by her .
She had to wait. It was nighttime, dark, Jinx didn’t carry a watch because time was a social construct but it was late, she was sure. All of the lights in the mansion were off. She went over to her designated climbing spot and scrambled over the ornamented gate. She ignored how, after so many nights, the black paint was starting to wear on the metal in the places she put her hands and feet.
She climbed up one of those terraces that plants are supposed to grow on. She swore that it was put there specifically as a make-shift ladder for people to sneak into Caitlyn’s room. It was just too convenient. Then she just needed to make a few calculated life-or-death leaps, a little shimmying, and she was standing on a 6-something-inch ledge looking into her room.
Jinx tested the window. Cranked the handle and pulled just a little and it popped right open, unlocked for her. She climbed in and left it cracked, letting a little fresh air into the room that would soon be humid, and took off her boots. Caitlyn slept soundly in her giant princess bed. As much as Jinx wanted to pretend she hated it, the bedframe was actually quite useful. Having a giant headframe, and four large wooden pillars that climb up on each corner to adorn a big line of fancy swirly ribbons actually managed to be great when Jinx wanted Caitlyn restrained. Or…
She left her boots by the window and padded over to her. Jinx shrugged off her jacket, plopped her bag onto the floor, and crawled onto the bed. She straddled Caitlyn’s hips, staring down at her sleeping face. She was cute. Sharp cheekbones and broad shoulders. Somehow, she still looked tense in her sleep. Maybe her brain was going over all her stupid cop cases while she wasn’t conscious. Maybe that was why Caitlyn liked Jinx so much, because she made her brain short circuit.
Jinx wasn’t satisfied with staring. She bounced up and down a little, shaking the bed, her hands resting in the center of Caitlyn’s firm stomach.
“ Mmm, ” Caitlyn made a small, sleepy noise. She blinked her eyes open. “Jinx…”
Her voice was deep with sleep and groggy and, for some fucking reason, Jinx loved it.
She blinked a few more times and rubbed her eyes. “What’re you? Hm?”
Jinx leaned down and took Caitlyn’s jaw in her hand. Gripped it. Dug her nails in just a little. That made Caitlyn wake up. “What do you think I’m here for?”
Caitlyn audibly gulped.
“Let’s see,” Jinx started. She gently started pulling down the sheets that were wrapped over Caitlyn’s shoulders, “What were you expecting?” Caitlyn blushed hard below her and refused to make eye contact. As Jinx pulled the sheets, she quickly learned that Caitlyn was naked underneath. She moved to standing, leaving Caitlyn uncovered and cold, and laughed at her.
“You really are pathetic, huh?” Jinx asked, running a finger along Caitlyn’s bare arm. She shivered beneath her touch. “Waiting for someone? Hm?”
“No,” Caitlyn tried. It was cute. Jinx liked that game. “I was just… warm.”
“You were warm?”
“Yes, actually. This has nothing to do with you.”
Jinx sighed dramatically. She slumped her shoulder and spun around on her heels, looking out the window in which she came. “Well, I guess I’d better be going, then. What a shame.”
Caitlyn stayed silent until Jinx took a comically large step forward. She groaned. “Fine.”
“Fine, what?” Jinx turned around, rolling on her heels.
“Maybe it had something to do with you.”
“Maybe?” Jinx hopped back to the bed. She forced herself sitting between Caitlyn’s legs, pushing them wide. She ran her hands up and down Caitlyn’s soft thighs.
Caitlyn let out a soft whimper. Jinx could feel her muscles tense under her touch.
“Maybe, maybe, maybe,” Jinx hummed. She slid one hand down, lower, and let her finger gently wander over Caitlyn’s inviting folds. She was wet. Extremely so. “Is this a coincidence, too, then?” She lifted up her newly-soaked finger. Caitlyn’s breaths were turning ragged.
“Mhm,” Caitlyn smiled, “Definitely.”
Jinx hummed and looked around the room. She licked a long, slow stripe up her own finger, tasting Caitlyn’s arousal. She took her finger into her mouth, then, and sucked on it for a second before she let it out of her mouth, making a pop sound.
“What a night of coincidences, huh?” Jinx smiled her too-big, lip splitting grin. She let her hands dance across Caitlyn’s torso, stopping only to play with her nipples. “And here I was thinking you were sitting in bed, waiting for me. Naked under your sheets and trying not to touch yourself to the thought of me.” Jinx sighed dreamily. “Thinking about when I’d come through your window next, not being able to sleep because of the wetness between your legs, ‘ya know?”
She looked back up and Caitlyn. Her eyes were full of desperation and desire. Her chest rising and falling rapidly, her gaze shooting from Jinx’s eyes, to her lips, to her hands, and down her fully-clothed body. “ Jinx, ” She breathed.
“Hmmm?” Jinx continued to play with her nipples lazily. She scooted her hips up, hard, making the seam of her jeans rub against Caitlyn’s slit. She flinched hard at it, whining.
“Please,” Was all she said, her eyes begging for more, her mouth unwilling to say it.
“What do you mean? I dunno, Cait, I’m just tryin’ to hangout. I think maybe I mistook your nakedness and you mistook my sneaking-in-ness. Right?” Jinx tilted her head at the other woman, grinning hard.
“Don’t-”
“Don’t what? Make you beg? Make you admit that you were waiting for me? Hoping?” She pinched Caitlyn’s nipples roughly as she spoke. Caitlyn’s yelp turned into a moan, her chest rising off the bed, her hips trying to grind into Jinx’s clothes. “I would never!”
Jinx, all at once, removed herself from Caitlyn. Hands off, no skin, no touching, all sensation lost. For a moment, it seemed that Caitlyn was completely confused and rabid. She gasped at the cold air and squirmed around before realizing what had happened. She lifted herself up on her elbows, her legs still spread wide, putting her pussy on display. She looked almost angry.
Jinx tsk ’d, “A shame, I tell you. A real big, sad,” Jinx let a single stray finger gently touch Caitlyn’s clit, just for a moment, “wet shame.”
Caitlyn groaned loudly. “For fuck’s sake!” She moved quickly, getting off her back and approaching Jinx rapidly. She couldn’t react. One moment Jinx was in control and the next she was being almost pushed off the bed with the sheer force of Caitlyn’s lips on hers.
Jinx tried to gasp but she was silenced by Caitlyn’s hand on her throat. Instead, Jinx let out a deep, guttural moan. Their positions switched, Caitlyn used her size-advantage and flipped Jinx below her. Their kisses were hot, needy, only separating to catch their breaths for a moment before returning with teeth hitting against each other and swirling tongues.
Caitlyn’s long fingers expertly undid all the buttons on Jinx’s shirt without her even noticing. It fell open, and Caitlyn left her lips and moved down. She kissed and bit down Jinx’s jaw, neck, leaving thick welts on her collarbones that made Jinx whine and shut her eyes.
While Caitlyn’s mouth was busy licking and sucking and biting, now moving to Jinx’s breasts, her hands unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. They broke off for a moment so Jinx could pull everything off as quickly and easily as possible, all her clothes thrown somewhere into the dark room. When Caitlyn returned, pressing their bodies together, it felt amazing. Hot slick skin pressed against another’s.
Jinx had planned to give Caitlyn something good tonight, but it seemed her partner had other plans. She didn’t give Jinx a second to give back, she only took and took and wandered lower and lower. By the time Caitlyn was breathing hot air on Jinx’s cunt, she felt insane. She felt like she could cum from nothing. She felt like she was balancing on a wire and about to fall somewhere forever.
But Caitlyn was still, breathing hard, her hands clenching and unclenching the soft skin on Jinx’s thighs.
Jinx whined, bucking her hips to try and get Caitlyn closer. “Please, Cait,” She breathed out.
Caitlyn let out a low, soft laugh. It made Jinx cry out in want. Her voice was beautiful. Caitlyn ghosted her lips over Jinx’s cunt, and Jinx felt like she was going to die. She was breathing heavily, one hand gripping the sheets and the other trying to pull Caitlyn’s mouth closer.
“Please, fuck,” Jinx begged.
Caitlyn took, and took. She licked a long stripe from Jinx’s entrance to her clit, and Jinx could’ve sworn she started crying. She had been turned on for way too long and as Caitlyn’s tongue left, and her lips replaced it, sucking on her sensitive bud, she felt her orgasm barrelling towards her.
“Caitlyn, I’m- Oh my god- ”
Caitlyn’s lips left her, pulled away, the only sensation on her was her hands and her breath. Jinx came unwillingly. Strings of phrases and begs left her mouth and she didn’t even know if Caitlyn realized what was happening. She tried to squeeze her thighs together but Caitlyn held them open. It was a horrible, sick and twisted, yet still pleasurable feeling. Like dulled static washing through her and taunting her, telling her it could be better, mocking her for her desperation and her excitable body. She let out a sob mixed between her meaningless sounds that were beyond her, at this point.
She was gasping, unsatisfied, partly angry. She opened her eyes and looked down at Caitlyn. She was grinning ear-to-ear.
“Did you just cum from almost nothing?”
“Fuck you,” Jinx gasped out. She was buzzing, electrified by her ruined orgasm. Everything felt too much and too little and when Caitlyn laughed, her hot breath falling over her folds, Jinx felt like she was floating and like she was melting. She let her head fall back to the pillows. “You fucking ruined it. Teased me,” She spat out.
“Awww, did I?” Caitlyn kissed Jinx’s cunt. It shocked her with a feeling of scolding overstimulation and need . She wasn’t done. She needed more but it ached. “What a coincidence, it’s almost like you were teasing me just a few minutes ago.”
“God,” Jinx rested her hand on her forehead, “Has it really been just a few minutes?”
“Yes,” Caitlyn said, her voice returning to something deep and soft. Jinx looked down to find Caitlyn looking at her, licking her lips, still hungry. “Can you take more for me?”
Jinx whined and nodded. She could take everything. She would give everything. Every noise and every gasp and every orgasm, it didn’t matter. There was something so intoxicating about Caitlyn. Jinx seemed to mirror her without consent. They were always at each other’s throats until they were in each other’s arms until they were in each other’s mouths and each other’s cunts.
Caitlyn didn’t wait. Caitlyn didn’t build up. She devoured Jinx whole, then and there, and her nerves fired all over her body. Caitlyn gripped Jinx’s wrists and wrapped them up in her hair, letting Jinx pull and move her head where she pleased. Jinx moaned loudly, her hips bucking to try and get more and, simultaneously, her feet kicking into the bed to try and get away. It was a fight for her sanity. She felt like she was being murdered and she felt like she was being bathed in warm sunlight. She couldn’t tell if she was pulling Caitlyn’s head deeper or desperately pushing it away, but she heard Caitlyn moan into her cunt and it lit Jinx on fire. It radiated up her core and through her spine into her brain.
Caitlyn’s hands were viced on Jinx’s small waist, grounding her to the bed and keeping her from escaping Caitlyn’s tormenting mouth. Pleasure licked down Jinx’s sternum into her hips and made her muscles twitch and spasm uncontrollably. It felt like she was going to cum a thousand times over and it felt like it wasn’t enough.
Words started spilling out of her mouth, once more. She faintly heard it. Whispered please ’s and whined Caitlyn’ s. The overstimulation began to subside and, in its place, was a ticking clock.
“ Cait, Cait ,” Jinx let herself go mad. She stopped pushing away and she pulled Caitlyn’s head and she squeezed her thighs around her ears. “Please, don’t stop, please,” Jinx sobbed out. She kept begging, quiet words constantly affirming. She was so close. She needed more. She needed everything.
“I-inside,” Jinx said. It was soft, she wasn’t even sure if Caitlyn could hear it from between her thighs and from drowning in Jinx’s wetness. But, a hand moved away from her waist. Jinx felt lithe fingers scoot their way down and, slowly, ever so slowly, push its way inside of her.
Jinx couldn’t tell if it was enough. In fact, Jinx couldn’t tell anything. Her brain stopped working and all she could feel was Caitlyn’s tongue and her long fingers filling her up. She lost sense of her moans and cries. Her orgasm came torturously slow. It tempted her, tethered on the edge. And, when she fell, she fell slowly. It was a building feeling, ever growing, and she didn’t know if it would ever stop. When she felt like it was going to go down, and she was going to sink into the aftershock bliss, it only grew. By the time it peaked, she could’ve sworn she screamed.
She didn’t know when Caitlyn’s mouth left her, or when her fingers were pulled out. She did know, however, that Caitlyn was holding her and caressing her back gently. She was saying soothing things, Jinx couldn’t figure out why. Until she felt the wetness on her cheeks and realized that she had been crying for who knows how long.
“Jinx?” Caitlyn asked when Jinx’s breathing started to level out.
“Mmmm.”
“You did so well. Are you okay? Do you need anything?”
That was the thing about Caitlyn. Jinx liked to think she was the one in control. She liked to think about demanding Caitlyn to do things, demanding to get her off, demanding to get undressed. But, in reality, Jinx was deeply weak to Caitlyn’s whims. Luckily, Caitlyn didn’t seem very aware of it.
“‘M okay.”
The thing she hated about Caitlyn the most was how she cared. It was how she held her so gently. It was how she asked her if she was okay. It was how she tried to play hard to get but always failed and ended up playing a caring, sweet partner. Jinx hated how much she loved it. Jinx hated how much she thought about her. Jinx hated how much she needed her. Jinx hated how much she loved her.