Chaelisa One-Shots Smuts

Coachella After Party

Cr: chaelisainyourarea ao3 (the next 3 chapters are by this same author apart of a mini series)

"Lisa..." The blonde whimpers. Her hand goes straight to her mouth in an unsuccessful attempt to hide the moan building in her throat.

There is something dangerous about the whole thing. While Roseanne knows for a fact that they will not get caught because everyone is at the after-party, the situation is ten times hotter when she thinks that she cannot scream with pleasure due to the forbidden status of their relationship. No one knows. No one should ever know that they are best friends with benefits, best friends with benefits who are scared to commit to a real relationship, but like to have sex every once in a while.

"Are you close?" Lisa's hot breath hits her ear when she whispers the words.

"Why are you whispering?" Roseanne laughs but the sound is rudely interrupted by another breathless moan.

"What? You don't like it?" The Thai smirks increasing the rhythm of her long fingers pumping inside the blonde.

"Shut up, Lis," she manages to say without sounding like she just finished a marathon.

"Or what?" Lisa raises one of her perfect eyebrows and slows her moves. Instead, she decides to use her thumb to play nonchalantly with her clit.

Roseanne wants to kiss her to shut her up. But she knows what that means. It means that she will be breaking the unspoken rule they have about kisses on the mouth.

When they started this affair, the only thing clear enough for both of them was that mouth kisses equaled a relationship. And if Roseanne has to be honest about it, neither of them is actually ready for what that implies. In their line of business, there is something easy about a no-strings-attached relationship. They both know that. And they both have to be fine with that.

So, while she is dying for a kiss, she would rather lose her orgasm entirely than kiss Lisa's plump and deliriously delicious lips. The things she knows that mouth can do. It makes her shiver.

Downside of having an affair with your best friend, though?

She knows you absurdly well... Which is why she asks next:

"Are you okay?" Her voice is soft, a huge contrast to her teasing voice, which is always more sultry and deep. When Roseanne lifts her gaze to look into Lisa's eyes, she knows she made a mistake because how can someone be so beautiful? Lisa's eyes are shining with... The only thing that Roseanne is scared the most in the world. Although her fingers are still buried deep inside her, her gaze is full of concern for her best friend.

Roseanne feels a lump in her throat for a completely different reason this time. She wants to scream at Lisa to stop being pathetically kind when they have sex. She wants to tell her that she needs her rough and hard so she can't have time to think about her feelings and what they mean. But she just stays silent and nods.

"Ke...e..ep going," she stutters when she finds the will to talk again. Her voice is hoarse due to her moans and the intensity of her feelings.

Lisa, on the other hand, remains motionless. Not talking, not obeying. Just looking at her, analyzing the change in the atmosphere to make sure it is really okay to keep going.
Whatever she finds in Roseanne's pleading face makes her resume her movements. This time, though, they are slow and loving.

Without a single word, Roseanne knows Lisa knows what she's thinking. To prove her point, she kisses her temple and tightens her grip on the blonde's waist.

When Lisa picks up the pace of her fingers, Roseanne loses restraint of her voice and moans louder forgetting that she needs to keep it quiet so they don't get caught. It doesn't take long for her to reach the peak of her orgasm. Her vision goes white when Lisa presses that soft spot inside of her that makes her knees buckle. The Thai notices the change in her posture instantly and hugs her tighter to keep her from falling; although metaphorically, she does feel like she is falling.

Before Roseanne can recover completely from her high, she feels Lisa start spreading kisses on her jaw all the way down to her collarbone. Finally, the auburn-haired girl hides her face right between her breasts and clutches to her as if Roseanne were her only lifeline in the middle of the sea. She can hear Lisa's breathing getting agitated like she is crying quietly and concern spreads through her chest as she wraps her arms around her neck. Trying desperately to figure out what went down in just a few seconds. Should she comfort her or stay silent? Does Lisa want comfort?

Sex shouldn't be this sad. But for them, it normally is. One of them always ends up crying due to untold feelings. There are just many things untold between them.

She feels Lisa's voice vibrate on her skin when she mumbles something but she can't decipher what she said because her voice is faint.

"Lisa..." She whispers attempting to catch her attention. She decides that she will ask so she can help the other girl. The Thai ignores her and presses her face deeper into Roseanne's chest inhaling her sweet and fruity scent. The blonde knows Lisa has a thing with her breasts, she has been abundantly obvious each time they'd slept together when she'd worshipped that part of her body a little more than the rest of her.

She can't recall if she felt when Lisa pulled her fingers out of her and instead wrapped her arms around her waist, but she doesn't have it in her to complain about it. These are the only times they actually have for themselves. No rumors, no press, no world tour stress. Just two girls showing their love for each other the only way they know.

She doesn't know how much time has passed. Maybe five minutes, maybe five hours. But she knows that her phone will start blowing off with notifications from their chat group any minute now when their members notice their absence at the after-party.

"Lis..." She murmurs softly in her ear. The girl, who seems to be more recovered than before, keeps her face pressed into Roseanne's chest. "Let's go."

"Can we go to bed?" Her voice sounds awfully cute now that she isn't pushing her against a hotel room door whispering dirty nothings to make her come.

Roseanne wants to tell her that she would love nothing more than to fall asleep in the protectiveness and warmth of her arms, but she knows better than that. So, she only sighs loudly.

"We have to go back to the party, Lis," Roseanne explains with care. Lisa's eyes shining from their little adventure dim. "They'll get suspicious if we are MIA for more time."

"I know," Lisa straightens to full height. Due to her shoes, she is an inch taller than the blonde, which makes her feel more intimidated by the girl. The Thai lays her forehead against hers for a few seconds before she finally releases Roseanne from her embrace leaving her pathetically cold.

"See you at the party?" She wonders. A hopeful look in her eyes. She knows what Lisa means. She wants to ensure that Roseanne will not run off to meet with one of her many 'absurdly gorgeous friends'. The blonde kind of loves the hidden jealousy behind her innocent words.

Unconsciously, she reaches Lisa's cheek and smiles warmly.

"Yes, I'll see you there. I just have to..." She looks down at her own body with a sharpened awareness of the fluids going down between her thighs like a damned river. She cringes internally at her lack of control. Lisa notices and smirks, approaching her slowly and dangerously with that darkened look in her eyes. Reminding her what happened just moments ago.

"Lisa, we don't have time," she says weakly putting her hands in her chest to prevent her advances. Their lust is sometimes really inconvenient.

"Or, we could skip the party altogether and stay right here in this bedroom where I can give you a hand or a mouth with that."

"To the party," she enunciates each word with a sharp tone.

But again Lisa knows her too well and just smiles at her failed attempt at sounding harsh. She shrugs and fixes her hair and her clothes to assemble that powerful and intimidating composure that she's known for.

Without another word, she leaves the room by opening the other door of Roseanne's hotel room and closes it behind her.

Just then, the blonde releases a long breath she wasn't aware she was retaining and she lays her head numbly against the door.

Fuck.