Marjorie Van Gould was always making deals with the devil, always into taking those chances. Every time she'd find someone to dance with, her eyes lingered on one woman in particular. She knew it was wrong. It would be crossing the line, but she still imagined what it might be like to be with her.
Something about the dim, warm lighting in the club only made her feel more attracted to her. The way her skin glistened as if it were kissed by the sun itself, she found herself wondering what she might taste like.
"Marjorie, it's rude to stare."
She freezes, she had been so focused on drowning her thoughts out by dancing with others that she hadn't noticed Autumn coming closer. She sheepishly smiles, shrugging her shoulders and stepping away from the latest fill in. No one would ever compare to Autumn. She'd do anything to be in her arms by the end of the night but she knows better.
Without ever touching her skin, she'd be guilty as sin.
"It's also rude not to respond when someone speaks to you"
Fuck, if only she knew what her words did to Marjorie. The things she was saying only fueled her desire.
"I wasn't staring."
"So what were you doing, hm?"
Many thoughts cross Marjorie's mind.
'Undressing you with my eyes.'
'Thinking about the way you'd feel towering over me.'
'Wondering how your hands would feel around my neck, choking the life out of me. I dare you. Kill me.'
She clears her throat, standing up a bit straighter as if to size Autumn up. She stands no chance. Autumn will knock her back down when given the opportunity and oh god, she wants it so badly.
"Oh if only you knew, Aut."
"I'm going to find out. One way or another, darling, you might as well spit it out."
Marjorie feels a bit warm at the mention of spit, her fingers moving to undo a few buttons on her blouse. Gently fanning herself, playing it off like it had nothing to do with Autumn. She tries her best to ignore the desire building as she finds another person to fill the void.
Her head is laid on the shoulder of a woman who she hadn't caught the name of. She was similar in build to Autumn but she couldn't compare. The smell of cinnamon overwhelmed Marjorie when she would breathe in, pressing soft kisses to the stranger's collar bone. She can feel someone watching and part of her flutters, knowing it could be Autumn.
As she looks up at the woman for approval, she finds herself getting distracted by the blonde highlights right around her face.
"Oh sweet baby, what's that look for, hm?"
If she strained her ears enough, she could imagine it was Autumn talking to her like that. The woman's breath was warm against her ear and sent chills down her spine, her back arching into her.
"Are you going to tell me your name, baby? I need to know who I'm going to make mine tonight.."
"M-Marjorie."
Her voice cracks as her desperation grows, but it's not the stranger she's aching for. It's Autumn.
"Marjorie... I like how it feels on my tongue, but I think I'd like how you'd feel on my tongue more. Let's get out of here, babygirl."
"W-wait, I never caught your name."
"Janice, but you'll call me Miss."
Marjorie's eyes flutter open as she's about to respond, the heat in her stomach pooling.
"She won't be calling you anything." Autumn's voice causes her to tense up, their eyes meet in a heated gaze. "She's coming home with me because she's had too much to drink."
"Oh, I struck a nerve, didn't I?" Janice smirked, pulling Marjorie closer and placing a soft kiss on her temple. "Is that what you want, baby? You want to go home with her?"
Yes. A million times, yes.
She subtly nods, almost afraid to disappoint Janice but Autumn steps in and offers her a hand. As their fingers intertwined, her mind began to race. She had kept her longings locked away in a box, trying to ignore them but when she felt Autumn's touch she couldn't help herself. The same fingers she wanted to feel deep inside were lazily wrapped around her own.
"Tell your new friend goodbye, darling."
Is that jealousy?
Marjorie half heartedly waves to Janice as she's led out to Autumn's car, her hand firmly pressed to her lower back. She was always a clumsy drunk and Aut had her fair share of picking Marj off the floor. When she inevitably stumbled, she wastes no time in hoisting her up over her shoulder with her hand resting on her inner thigh.
As much as Autumn wanted to be upset with Marjorie for flirting with someone else, when she wanted her so badly, she just couldn't be. Not with those soft giggles filling the crisp cool air of the night. She could feel her shivering as they made their way out to the car. She gently sat her on the car hood and buttoned up the ones on Marjorie's shirt she had undone earlier.
"It's cute."
Marjorie tilts her head, confused on what Autumn means by that.
"What is?"
"The way you undid these earlier so everyone could see those pretty freckles that travel down your chest, darling." Before she continues to speak, she kisses her teeth. "I'm sure Janice just loved that, hm?"
There it is again.
Marjorie watches Autumn intently, trying to gauge what must be going through her mind at the moment. She wants to see how far she can push her before she snaps, taking her as her own. She had always wanted to be claimed, but only by Aut.
"She did. Said something about wanting to play connect the dots with her tongue with them..."
It was a fib but god it was worth the way Autumn's eyes darkened.
"And you said...?"
"I didn't really get the chance to reply because someone cut in."
"Oh Marjorie, if you really thought I'd let you go home drunk with a stranger for some kinky sex, you're mistaken."
"Hey! Who said it was going to be-"
"Darling, I can see it in your eyes. You're just a sweet princess in the bedroom, hm? Looking for someone to take care of you and make you their own."
Marjorie's cheek flush as Autumn calls her out.
"I am NOT a princess."
"You're right, love, you're not A princess." She leans in closer to Marjorie, her hands gathering her hair and gently tying it up into a messy bun. She didn't want it to be in Marjorie's face, she knew she tends to get sick after drinking so much. "You're my princess."
Marjorie nearly coughs at the small claim, a shy smile creeping up on her face.
"Your princess?"
"Mine. All mine."
Marjorie tries to lean forward and capture Autumn's lips in a passionate, bruising kiss. She's frustrated when Autumn gently places her hands on her shoulders and pushes her back, kissing her on the nose instead.
"You're still too drunk, Princess. I've waited years to touch you, one more night will be okay."
But in Marjorie's mind, they had already made love time and time again. She had never experienced such intimacy than in the way Autumn wanted her full, right minded consent. When she threw herself at men and women alike, it usually was an attempt at gaining some confidence but she was always too drunk. It only made her feel worse by the end.
She'd be lying if she said she hadn't thought about Autumn holding her legs open in front of a mirror, her hand tangled in her hair. Forcing Marjorie to watch herself come apart at her touch, showing her how beautiful she is in all moments. It was a fatal fantasy. One that visits her mind at all hours of the night. She'd do anything for it to be real.
She can only hope one day it will be.
