One Shots 'The nursery nurse'

Theory proven wrong

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She thought a little more about Sorscha's theory "But I do have one more question. I have a good sleep pattern, I'm a good driver and I can do maths. What does that make me, then?"

"A bottom," Sorscha said dryly. But she immediately regretted her words when her wife gave her a serious look. "I'll let you play the top. Don't forget that. If I want, I can swap roles."

Sorscha sipped her tea and tried to avoid Clodagh's penetrating gaze.
"I know..." she murmured.

Clodagh smirks to herself and leans back, sipping her tea. She enjoys seeing her wife being so nervous because of herself.

Sorscha, on the other hand, tried to put her tea back down on the table with shaking hands. Her normally cool and collected facade broke completely just by the thought of her wife switching the roles again.

Clodagh always has the upper hand, and Sorscha knows that. She loves it, actually. Yes, she is on top, and she has her freedom, but if it's too fast for Clodagh, she will stop it. She either gently pulls on Sorschas hair or sometimes reaches directly for her throat.

During her memory reliving, Sorscha didn't notice what happened around her. She didn't notice that Clodagh slipped out of her dress. It reveals her white lacy underwear.

Clodagh knows her wife too well. She knows that she currently daydreams about the things they do behind closed doors. Clodagh knows it's a 'now or never' moment, and she will use it.

With a huge smirk, she moves over to Sorschas lap and sits down on her legs, looking down at her wife. Her hips now moving around in a steady rhythm, which causes Sorscha to finally snap back to reality.

"Clo..." she bites her lip and looks at her. The perfect body. Her curves are at the right places. And the lacy underwear instantly catches her attention.

"What did you say again... A bottom. Mhh.. doesn't really look like it right now, does it?"

She shakes her now completely flustered face and swallows hard.
"N..no... Actually, not." She knows that Clodagh has her wrapped around her little finger.

Clodagh chuckles and gets up from Sorscha's lap. Her hips swinging from side to side. She is teasing and knows exactly what she is doing. She wants to drive Sorscha crazy and it works. She is completely under her spell.

The blonde haired woman lays spread out on their bed, and soft little noises come from her mouth. They echo through the halls of their home and dance around in Sorschas head. She walks into the bedroom only to see her wife spread out on the bed. Her hands moved in a slow and steady rhythm. "Oh, Sorscha..." she whispers as her hands slide over her chest and in her bra.

Sorscha stands in the doorway and just stares at her wife's hands. Their movements. She listens to the delicate sounds that are drawn from her body. She can't help but blush madly, taking her own shirt off as well, then walks over to the bed.

"Come on... take control of me... if you want it so bad... If you want to prove your theory right...", Clodagh smirks while letting out another soft moan. She has Sorscha exactly where she wants her to be. One word has such a huge effect on her and makes her heart jump.
She now walks to the bed, her hands still only focusing on her wifes wandering hands.

She weakly pins up her arms, and her whole body shakes slightly, in a nervous way. "Oh darling... you've done that better once... I could easily break free from this. Try again." Sorscha presses down a little harder, but Clodagh just laughs softly at her and grins.