She is my Sin - A Marjumn Story

11: Fuck it

A/N - You're welcome but also I'm sorry.

Brutal attempts on Marjorie's life filled the night when Marjorie got to Dave's house that night. Her inability to flirt with him in the office in front of Autumn had proven to be dangerous. He needed Autumn to know that there was no way of saving his little pet, she was too far gone.

She was his and his alone.

Unlike the two women who had now been going back and forth with their feelings for many foolish months and still couldn't comprehend their feelings for each other, Dave had started to understand the danger Autumn posed to his “relationship” with Marjorie very early on.

Before he'd even set his sights on Marjorie and made his goal to have Marjorie as a trophy he had seen the two passing glances at each other in the office, noticing the way Marjorie tensed up when she realised Autumn was looking a little to attentively at her lips or legs. Lingering looks between the pair told Dave everything he needed to know. It was these looks that made Marjorie even more of a prize, Dave knew he wanted a woman that could be easily manipulated but adding in some extra heartbreak for a third party made his trophy even more worth the struggle.

Marjorie had always believed that her nervousness towards Autumn's staring was because she knew Autumn wasn't opposed to hurting people, especially during her villain era. She'd also learned a lot about a past title of Autumn's, “Aunt muk”, in which she used to cause problems for others and get away with it, in a conversation about Autumn's cat, Caddie.

Caddie had caused a conversation between the pair to strike up, all about how little Marjorie seemed to know about her deputy.

She wanted to know more.

In reality, that nervousness she felt when she could see Autumn's mind wandering while exploring her body and undressing her with her eyes was much deeper than the fear she had associated with the woman.

Marjorie wanted Autumn to keep undressing her.

Even if it was just with her eyes, no one had ever been so attentive with Marjorie's body. Not the way Autumn was.

Autumn viewed Marjorie as royalty, a princess that she wanted to love with every fibre of her being. Both physically and emotionally.

To her, the greatest pleasure in life would be undressing Marjorie for real and watching come completely and utterly undone at her touch. Feeling her back arch against her hand as she feasted on the older woman.

Autumn's greatest pleasure would be pleasuring Marjorie in ways that all these men could never achieve.

She would live happily never cumming herself again if it meant Marjorie got all the release.

Unbenounced to Autumn, Marjorie wasn't as simple as she seemed when it came to this topic. Autumn never in a million years would have thought that Marjorie felt the same way about her. However, in secret and away from Autumn's ever knowing eyes, Marjorie would fantasise about making Autumn feel the same way, knowing that their fight for dominance over each other would be eternally difficult. The idea of making the stern and confident Autumn fold for her turned Marjorie on in ways she never wanted to unpack.

It was sinful.

Against her mother's wishes.

Against what she'd learned her whole life.

Marjorie wanted to be the only one who knew what Autumn sounded like when she was gasping for air after she was done with her.

Tuesday.

It was now Tuesday, the next day, and the atmosphere of the office had never felt the way that it did in this moment. Lust so strong you could smell it.