Sweet Girl

Through The Night

"Happy new year," Stevie whispers over Ella's head as Vivian turns her face to look at her. They were going to allow Ella to stay awake until midnight, but she's been passed out cold between them in bed since ten o'clock. Stevie insisted they keep her in bed with them so they could ring in the new year as a family.

"Happy new year, sweetheart," Vivian smiles as she pecks the corner of Stevie's mouth. They were going to throw a party, but Stevie argued that she wanted the night alone with her girls, and they could throw a party on New Year's Day. Not one to argue, Vivian gave in easily. "Can I please get this girl out of our bed now?"

Stevie laughs as she nods, pulling the covers back off of Ella so Vivian can stand and lift her. It's more of an effort than it used to be, but Vivian insists on doing it herself as much as she can. As Vivian puts their daughter to bed, Stevie wanders downstairs for a bottle of champagne and two flutes. Vivian has another thing coming if she thinks they're going to sleep. She sneaks back up the stairs and changes as quickly as she can from her pajamas to a black, silk negligee with lace along the neckline. Simple, but effective. It's tight enough that it hugs her curves and amplifies her cleavage.

When Vivian steps back into the room she's sitting on the edge of the bed, the two full flutes in her hands. "Oh," Vivian mutters as she raises an eyebrow, moving toward her automatically, "Miss Nicks..."

Stevie smiles that smile that makes her nose scrunch into her eyes as Vivian steps into her and takes a champagne flute, then clinks them together. "I like the outfit change, ma'am," Vivian smirks as she runs a dark red nail down the length of Stevie's chest.

"I thought you might," Stevie smirks as she tilts her head to the side and lets her hair fall back, granting Vivian access to her neck. She knows exactly what Stevie wants; when she's in this mood she needs her - she needs Vivian to make her come.

Vivian takes a swig of her champagne as she steps back and walks around the bed, waiting for Stevie to join her. Just because she's going to give her exactly what she wants doesn't mean she has to make it easy on her. "Are you going to lie down?" She asks bluntly as Stevie looks back at her, unmoving.

"No," Stevie counters as she watches her. Vivian strips out of her yoga pants and t shirt so she's only in her bra and panties - a burgundy lace number Stevie bought her for Christmas and gave her alone in their room only after everyone had left for the night and Ella was tucked away in her own room.

Vivian stares back, debating whether she should rise to the challenge. The bed is too high for her to kneel in front of Stevie - if she's going to do that she's got to get her on the chaise in front of the windows. "Fine," she finally laughs as she circles back to Stevie, taking her by the hand. Stevie grins to herself as she hops off the bed and trails behind Vivian, allowing her to guide her to the chaise. When Stevie sits Vivian does kneel in front of her, mouth automatically finding the most sensitive spots on her inner thighs.

"Is this what you wanted," Vivian asks as she nips at the delicate flesh, catching it between her teeth before sucking it in, then letting her go. There are small, angry red marks up the length of Stevie's thighs by the time her legs are fully spread and she can feel Vivian's breath against her aching center.

She nods silently, breath hitching in her throat as Vivian nuzzles her nose against her center, then pulls the black lace thong she's wearing to the side. She never thought she'd revisit the days of skimpy lingerie, and skimpier underwear, but it drives Vivian half crazy in ways that benefit her a great deal, so she does it anyway.

Stevie moans and braces herself with both her hands pressed into the chaise as Vivian's mouth makes contact with her body, tongue trailing from her entrance to her clit. She finds a steady rhythm quickly, making Stevie writhe against her mouth.