Fifth Harmony Smut

Normally

Ally was discovering that patience was a virtue.

When she and Normani had first begun sleeping together, Ally had been intense, eager, wanting to try everything she thought of, everything she’d seen in any movie or read in any erotica.  While she was eager to receive too, it was the giving that most excited her; pursuing every avenue to Normani's pleasure, enthusiastically and repeatedly.  She would instantly go ablaze when they touched, charging into sex that was so desperately hot, she barely had words for it.  Watching Normani come was like heroin; she'd never enjoyed anything so much as that, with Normani’s fingers tangled in her hair and her voice rasping, “Fuck, yes,” and the way her bottom lip trembled.  Oh god, did she love that trembling lip.  That was when she really knew she'd gotten her falling to pieces.

But it had come time for another step on her journey.  And that step was “slow down.”

On this particular morning, Ally woke before Normani, as was often the case, kissed the bare brown skin of her shoulder blade, and slipped an arm around her waist.  Normani shifted, turned onto her back, and smiled, eyes still closed.  “Hey babe,” she muttered.

Ally smiled too.  She'd never liked being called that before.  But this was different.  When Normani said it, it made her heart do giddy little leaps in her chest.  “Hey.”  She leaned down, kissed Normani's chin, shifted to get closer to her.  She slid a hand down Normani’s taut belly until she settled with the lightest of touches between her legs, outside the flannel pajama pants she was wearing.

Normani yawned.  “What are you up to, Alz?”

Ally scrunched up her nose and pretended to think.  “Hmmm, oh…. Nothing.”

“It doesn't feel like nothing.”   Normani paused, her eyes still closed.  “Well, it almost does.”

Ally leaned down and nipped her shoulder.  

“Hey!”  She finally opened an eye enough to side-eye Ally.

“You deserve it.”

Normani pouted a little and closed her eye again.  “I'm still sleepy,” she whined.

Ally sank lower in the bed and nuzzled the curve of  Normani’s neck.  “I know,” she assured her softly.  “I told you, I'm not doing anything.”

“Okay.”  Normani yawned.  “You keep doing nothing.”

“Last night was nice,” she murmured against Normani’s skin. “You seemed to like that one thing…”

“Mm,”  Normani sighed in confirmation.  “It was really good.”  She wriggled a little against Ally.

Ally kept her hand where it was, gently increasing the pressure ever so slightly.  “You’re so, so gorgeous when you come,” she whispered, dropping her voice a little, and nuzzling Normani’s jaw.  “Do you know that?”

Normani bit her lip.  “I thought you weren’t doing anything,” she protested weakly.

“I’m not.”  Ally could feel, though, a warmth growing underneath her hand.  She continued gently cupping Normani’s sex through her pajama pants, not pushing, not pressing.  Just enjoying the intimacy of touching her there, patiently waiting for her desire to wake up and bloom.