Her Good Girl

Top Faye? : Part I

Yoko woke up to Faye pressed against her back, holding her tightly. She could feel that Faye's shirt had ridden up just beneath her breasts, leaving her abdomen exposed, their skin stuck together with sweat. It hadn't been a great idea for Yoko to wear a sweatshirt to bed, and it was no surprise that they were overheating and sticking together from their shirts riding up in that way. When Yoko's eyes finally fluttered open, she felt her heart begin to race. Faye's hand had slowly travelled up her torso and was just below her breast, her fingertips slipped just below the hem of the sweatshirt.

Wanting to remove the shirt but feeling oddly too self-conscious to do so–suddenly, being naked around Faye was intimidating–and not wanting to move Faye at all, Yoko resigned herself to laying in their sweat. Her heart rate didn't calm, though, because the longer she was awake, the more her mind wandered to the way Faye's fingertips were pressed against her skin.

Taking a particularly deep breath, Yoko tried to steady herself. Go back to sleep, she thought. Just breathe.

But just then, Faye shifted impossibly closer, her legs pressed up against the backs of Yoko's thighs from behind. Their bodies were molded together, almost as one, and the last thing Yoko wanted–despite knowing how sticky they both were–was to disrupt this perfect moment.

When Faye nuzzled her forehead against Yoko's shoulder blade, the brunette shivered, despite the heat pulsing between them. It felt good to have Faye so close. Impossibly good. Unbelievably good. This must be a dream, Yoko thought in passing.

But it had to be real, because she was suddenly feeling Faye's hand slowly slide south, rubbing her toned abdomen and trailing her fingers along the waistband of her shorts. Yoko's heart stopped. She's asleep, Yoko told herself. In light of this belief, Yoko reluctantly pressed her hand on top of Faye's to hold it still, but felt the sudden, unexpected jolt of Faye's teeth gently biting her shoulder.

She's awake.

Yoko shivered as Faye gently pushed her hand away, then snaked hers south, into Yoko's panties, the lace tickling the backs of her fingers.

"I wanna see you in these before I tear them off," Faye husked in Yoko's ear, kissing the shell of it and dragging her tongue along the edge.

"Maybe we should just leave the lights off?"

"Yo," Faye whispered. "Please, let me see how sexy you look."

"But I—"

"Yoo," Faye purred. "Please."

Thinking she might die right then and there, she shut her eyes, allowing the sensation of Faye's lips on her neck to take over and shift her into another dimension. She'd never heard Faye plead with her before. Hearing her beg now was irresistible. There was nothing Yoko would be able to deny her.

As soon as Faye felt her nod, Faye flicked on the light and pushed on Yoko's shoulder to get her to lie flat on her back instead of on her side. After kneeling beside Yoko on the bed, Faye slowly slid the woman's shorts down past her ankles, savouring the reveal of the lace panties waiting for her beneath the fabric she was removing.

Letting out a soft moan of approval, the older girl leaned in and pressed a kiss just below Yoko's navel, making the younger's back arch slightly.

"P'Faye," she breathed.

"You're so fucking hot," Faye told her, her mouth watering.

"I look silly. And it's riding up my ass."

"I'm gonna be riding up your ass in a minute, if you don't quit whining," Faye warned.

The demanding tone was back, if only for a brief moment, broken quickly by Faye's bright, playful laughter. Yoko breathed a sigh of relief at the sound, savouring every note. There was no sound Yoko loved more in the world than Faye's laugh. "It doesn't look silly," Faye promised, seeing Yoko's blush. "They were made for you."