Dreams of Liberty: a Marta & Fina (MAFIN) fanfic

El Almacén/La Tienda

Marta shut the door behind her quietly. The lights were off, and Jaime seemed to be asleep. Marta headed to the closet to quickly change out of her clothes, as if they were evidence of what she had done tonight. She slipped her nightgown on and treaded carefully to the bathroom. Behind closed doors, she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. Her heart was still beating out of her chest. Her lips felt bruised. She lifted her hands to them, and she inhaled Fina's scent on her fingers. She had to wash herself, and all signs of Fina, but instead, she inhaled once again because she couldn't get enough of her. She splashed her face with cold water, as if that would help calm her. It didn't. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she could see the bruises that Fina had left with her mouth and her teeth on her neckline. What had they done? She had to hurry and not wake Jaime up. She couldn't bear to look at him now. She walked to the side of her bed, lying down slowly. He seemed to sense her and turned the other way. Marta exhaled and closed her eyes tightly, willing her breath to normalize. Images of the events of the night overtook her. She really hadn't meant to lose control. If anything, she had gone to Fina to comfort her. She had been fretting over Fina since the news of Isidro's heart attack. When she saw Fina sniffling in the corner of the bodega, hiding from the world, and lost in her grief alone, Marta's world shattered. She wanted to take all that grief away and carry it for Fina.

She was so in love with her and had been for so long, she acknowledged. Even though Fina felt alone, felt weak- she wasn't. Fina was the friend that everyone sought out, the ideal daughter that Isidro was proud of, and the brave, sensual, witty, beautiful woman Marta loved. Marta had no doubt about that. She was also the most responsive, amazing lover. It wasn't her intention to get so carried away, but as soon as she crouched down and felt Fina's breath on her, she was paralyzed with a mix of fear, anticipation, and desire. Fina had lowered Marta's hands until they fell away, and Marta had no defenses. Looking into Fina's eyes, dark pools in the light of the moon, all Marta had wanted to do was reassure her, tell her all the things she hadn't been able to since their breakup. Fina's gaze had transmitted so much. It was a plea. It was a question. Do you love me still? Do you want me like I want you? Marta had been holding so much in, and she finally broke.

She had meant to kiss her softly, but the moment she felt Fina's lips against hers, she lost her carefully contained control. Fina had kissed her with a ferocity that Marta had never felt, and Marta had responded in turn. Her body moved on its own accord, as she took Fina by the waist, and felt Fina's delicious curves press against her. Marta didn't know what hit her- she was knocked back by the force of her lust. She didn't just desire Fina. She needed her with an intensity that scared her. Instead of cowering like she did last time though, she had spun Fina around, and slammed her against the first solid thing she found. Fina's surprised gasp made her stop briefly, but Marta saw nothing but mutual desire in Fina's eyes. She looked back at Marta with a pleading look. Marta pressed her mouth to Fina's again, sliding her lips against Fina's parted lips and slipped her tongue into her mouth, and Martha sucked it in. As much as she'd fantasized about having her like this again, Marta had forgotten how Fina felt, how she tasted. It was probably for the best, because having Fina in her arms like that felt both like the greatest gift, and the most awful of punishments. To know what Fina felt like against her and to know she couldn't have her like this all the time- that someone else might have her like this one day- had made Marta more desperate. Mata had buried her face in Fina's neck, sucking at her pulse point.

Fina hadn't said a word when Marta reached down to ungracefully unbutton Fina's cotton blouse. She had just stood there offering herself to Marta. Marta was only able to undo the first few buttons, because her hands trembled. Fina threw her head back, and Marta took the opportunity to kiss her neck, down to her collarbone, while dipping her hand inelegantly to fondle Fina's breast. Fina's moans reverberated against her chest. Feeling how perfectly Fina's delicate flesh fit in her hands had Marta lost. Fina seemed to want the same, and started to unbutton Marta's jacket, but Fina didn't get very far, because Marta had grabbed Fina's hands by the wrists, and raised them above her head with one hand, while the other continued to fondle Fina's breast. At that moment, Marta needed to touch, more than be touched- to make Fina feel a bruising pleasure- to make her forget their reality for a just a few moments. Fina strained against Marta's hand, and then whimpered, giving in. Marta would have smiled at Fina's acquiescence, but she was too hungry, too desperate, too turned on.

She had let go of Fina's wrists and used both hands to reach down and cup Fina's ass, pulling Fina into her. They had both moaned. Marta wanted so desperately to feel Fina's naked flesh against her. They were both just groping each other, both wanting the same thing. Marta's pencil skirt didn't allow too much movement, but Marta had grabbed at Fina's more loosely flowing circle skirt and pulled it up around her thighs. Fina understood what Marta needed, and helped raise the skirt, to give Marta access. In between passionate open-mouthed kisses, Marta had stroked Fina's thighs, and then cupped Fina's sex on top of her panties, which had been soaked. Marta pulled the panties down carelessly, needing to touch Fina without any barrier. It had been Marta's turn to sigh, as she touched Fina's soft, wet, satin flesh. Marta had just murmured endearments to Fina in her ear, in between licks. Some were more intelligible than others- even to her. She had been completely lost in her delirious aching for Fina.

Fina hadn't uttered a word. Unlike their first few times, Marta needed no guidance from Fina, and no words for what they were doing. Her longing for Fina gave her the utmost confidence, driving her movements which were intentional and deliberate. She dipped into Fina, and then circled her in a focused rhythm, while her other hand wrapped around Fina's neck, guiding her mouth back to hers. The feeling of Fina's tongue swirling against hers, while her fingers swirled in Fina's wetness had Marta delirious, and greedy. She wanted to be gentle, but she couldn't. She was sloppy. She was indecent. Her lips were bruised from their rough kisses. Fina's hands were in her hair, then on her breasts, and then around her waist pulling Marta more fully into her. Without much thought, Marta had grabbed Fina's thigh, lifting one leg, and wrapping it around her hips. Marta used the wall and her body to hold Fina up, while she crashed into her again, this time grinding herself against Fina's body.

Marta was so turned on. She didn't know if it had been her moans or Fina's that reverberated in the dark small room. She remembered looking up into Fina's eyes, only to see her lover looking back at her, a mix of emotions playing out on her face. She hadn't spoken but she wanted to tell her, "Come for me, baby. Come all over my hands. I'm ready for you."

Could Fina read her thoughts? Because Fina's movements became more erratic, and she was holding on to Marta's neck as if that was the only thing rooting her to the ground. Marta increased her rhythm, but then dipped lower to circle Fina's slit. She had never done that before, had never taken things so far with Fina, but she was propelled with an urgency to bring Fina to orgasm. She dipped one finger into Fina, and her walls enveloped Marta's fingers, pulsating. Their movements slowed to a sensual pace, and then Marta inserted another, and she was completely lost in Fina's eyes. Her entire world was centered on her fingers inside of Fina, on Fina's breast which Marta sucked at through her blouse, and on Fina's breath which mingled with hers. Her entire world was focused on Fina's orgasm, which shook her entire body, transforming her grief into something so alive. Marta had just watched her, as she curled into Marta, her thigh trembling around Marta's waist, and her sex contracting around Marta's fingers. Her entire world was in the whimpers that softly left Fina's lips, and in the solemn tear that dripped down Fina's cheeks as Marta kissed it away. Her entire world was at her fingertips which had brushed the tendrils of hair that had stuck to Fina's forehead- her lust turning into something sweet and gentle. That's what Fina did to her- provoke her desire to care-take, to protect, to provide, to give- even in lovemaking. Her entire world was that woman, who had slumped in her arms, too exhausted to move, and too afraid to let go, not knowing when or how they would be together again.

I hope she understands, Marta thought now. I hope she understands that while she may move on one day, Marta would never. She would never move past these stolen moments, when Marta felt more alive, and more powerful than ever in her life. She never felt more herself, then when she was making Fina hers. She wouldn't sleep tonight. Her body was still too tense, too alive, too full of lust, and exhilaration. She squeezed her thighs together, touched her lips again, and fell asleep dreaming of her.