Wet Wishes

Under The Table

[3624 words, Dinah G!P]

warnings: degradation, rough, somewhat public? idk. do not read if you're not comfortable.

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"Dinah! Come on, babe, we'll be late!" Y/N yells out, putting on her black heels. "You know Milika won't like us late, baby."

Dinah descends the stairs, still fastening a white earring. She wears a sky blue blouse with a white plaited skirt. Her hair is tied up in a bun at the back of her head. Y/N thinks she's never met anyone who looks so beautiful in such simple clothes.

"Y/N, calm down, we aren't late," Dinah chuckles, walking towards Y/N and picking up her own white canvases. When she bends, Y/N catches a flash of her wife's round ass and her breath hitches.

"You look pretty but we need to hurry up," she says, quickly averting her eyes, taking her bag and heading out with Dinah behind her.

They are going to Dinah's parents' place. Occasional family dinners. They'd stay the night and return the next morning. Y/N looks forward to them because her family wasn't as welcoming as Dinah's. Milika and Gordon were genuinely nice to Y/N and she thoroughly enjoyed their cheerful company.

Milika is an excellent cook. Every time they visited her, she'd cook up some new recipe that she'd learnt from YouTube or Australian MasterChef. Today it was skirt steak with chimichurri sauce, parmesan-crusted tilapia and spring vegetable risotto along with some delectable desserts for later. Everything was topped with a flourish of Bacardi.

"Mmmm, Ma, you make the most wonderful food!" Dinah cries, not bothering to kick off her shoes before heading into the cozy little house, towards the waft of food.

"Dinah, sometimes I wonder whether you visit us because you love us or you love the food," Milika chuckles.

Y/N shakes her head, smiling fondly. She takes off her heels and follows Dinah in.

Gordon's setting up the table and when Y/N offers to help him, he just shoos her toward the living room. It's as beautiful as ever. The walls a soothing pastel shade and quaint little objects like fairy lights, family photos and accolades adorning them. On the fireplace mantel is arranged every single one of Dinah's songs in CDs. Y/N always felt like everything about this house was beautiful, down to the ancient creaking stairs leading up to Dinah and her siblings' rooms. Maybe because Dinah had grown up in it.

Dinah was helping Gordon with the dishes instead and that made Y/N indignant. Dinah's parents treated her like family but never gave her any chores. But watching Dinah flouncing from this room to that turns her on somehow. But when Dinah winks at her because she caught Y/N staring, Y/N looks meekly away.

Dinah's been her wife for three years now and she never fails to fluster Y/N.

After a while, all of them are seated around the table. Dishes were steaming on it and Y/N's mouth waters at the sight of them. Dinah sits beside her, her arm lightly brushing Y/N's. Opposite the couple sit Milika and Gordon. Gordon looks at Milika with furtive heart eyes. They are literally heart eyes, Y/N thinks.

Would she and Dinah look like that in the future, eating dinner with their kids and their beloveds? Y/N liked to think that, yes, they would.

Milika serves them all and prayers were said. For a while, no one says anything. They quietly enjoy the food, occasionally chuckling at Dinah moaning in relish at the delicious steak almost melting on her tongue.

"So when are you guys planning on having kids?" Milika asks, looking at the couple with innocently curious eyes.

Y/N coughs and let her eyes drop. They had barely talked about the whole kids topic. Y/N and Dinah were rather busy women, what with Dinah always having to record a song, film a video, go on tour and Y/N working overtime at her news reporting agency. But Y/N knew. She knew somehow that she was ready.