Before long, the comfort of the chair and the exhaustion of the day become too much for Mal. Her head becomes heavy and her eyelids fall closed. It feels as though no time at all has passed when she begins to register pressure on her thighs and neck. The former is heavy and constant while the latter is soft and fleeting. It is so relaxing that she nearly falls back asleep. That is, until light scraping and nips become interspersed with the feather light touches.
Green eyes slowly blink open, and although her vision is bleary, the instant she sees a familiar shade of blue she knows exactly who is with her. With that new information, Mal suddenly feels much more awake. It does not take her long to discover that Evie is on her lap, and the feeling she felt before was the model's mouth on her neck. A soft moan escapes her lips at the realization.
"Welcome back," Evie husks into her ear before nipping it for good measure.
Mal honestly cannot even believe this is happening, but she is sure as hell not going to question it. Her hands quickly find tan thighs on either side of her own as Evie continues working on her neck.
It appears as though Evie is still donning her robe.
"I like your outfit," Mal comments, hands roaming under it and up Evie's taut stomach.
A puff of air hits Mal's neck as Evie laughs. "It's convenient," she starts. "But you know what?" red-brown eyes lock into green. "I think it would look better on the floor," she husks, swiftly shimmying out of the unwanted garment. It drops unceremoniously to the floor.
It is nothing Mal has not already seen, but the sight still takes her breath away. Her heart quickens in arousal and alarm. "Evie, if anyone catches us in here I could get suspended!" she squeaks.
Evie's eyes roll in boredom. "I locked the door a long time ago, Mal, relax," she insists.
The next second, there is a vice grip on Mal's wrists and breasts in her hands. Her mouth falls open at the feeling, and if she had been looking, she would have noticed Evie doing the same.
Evie lets out a breathy gasp while Mal kneads her breasts.
The purple-haired girl decides to add her mouth to the equation, and she kisses along Evie's collarbones while her hands continue their work. Deft fingers tweak rosy nipples, and the model's chest rises and falls with her increasingly labored breathing.
"Do you know how long I had to be in that class, just standing there, trying not to think about what I want you to do to me so I don't embarrass myself in front of everyone?" Evie husks, basking in the affection.
"Two hours?" Mal replies cooly. A sharp pain momentarily halts her, and she looks down to find blue-painted nails digging into her hips. Okay, perhaps now is not the time for to be a smart Alec. She softly bites a collarbone in response, and Evie's hands fly to her shoulders for support. Deciding to be a little nicer, Mal moves her mouth down to nipples instead. The longer she works at them, the more irresistible little noises escape Evie's red lips.
Evie grows impatient and weaves her fingers into purple hair, bringing Mal's face to hers.
The flavor of apple cinnamon is a welcome surprise as Mal's question from earlier is answered. The kiss is sloppy and desperate, but Mal cannot complain, given the situation. Her hands take the opportunity to explore more of the model's soft body. She wants to memorize all of her curves for, you know, artistic reasons.
Mal's teeth sink into a crimson lip as she grips the ass cheeks that stopped her in her tracks earlier today.
Evie lets out a whine and her hips jerk forward in response. She locks her gaze with wide, green eyes as she pleads "Please touch me!".
Mal does not have to be told twice, and her hands travel back around to the front of the girl's body. As her fingers meet wet heat, an expletive leaves her mouth. It is really a wonder that the girl is not dripping into her lap at this point. Hips buck into her hand, desperately searching for more friction, and Mal relents by forming tight circles around the girl's clit. Mal swallows Evie's gasp as she recaptures her lips.
The distraction of deft fingers on her clit is not doing much for Evie's concentration, and her attempts at kissing back get more and more difficult with every swipe.
Her breathing is becoming too ragged, anyway, so Mal instead admires Evie's expression.
The girl's body is slightly slumped forward, but her height gives Mal a decent view. Blue eyelashes are smashed together, and eyebrows draw closer to one another. Evie's mouth is open slightly in concentration and Mal wonders if the reason the girl's lips are less red is because her own stole the pigment. A hard grip to her shoulder snaps her out of her thoughts, and Evie's body convulses for a few moments.
Still breathless, the girl asks "Is that all you got?"
Mal's lips quirk upwards in challenge and she easily slips two fingers into the model.
Evie's body falls against the artist at the welcome intrusion, and her hips eagerly meet every thrust of Mal's fingers. Words of encouragement are brokenly tumbling out of Evie's mouth against Mal's ear, the artist can feel herself getting wetter at the feeling.
She revels in the way slick walls desperately clench onto her fingers, pulling them deeper. Those fingers curl just so, and a cry escapes the model "Mal!". Her thrusts become more forceful, hoping to increase the pressure where she needs it. "Mal!" Mal's fingers feel like they are going to break off, but she can tell Evie is close by the way her walls begin to flutter around them. "Mal, wake up!"
Suddenly, the lights are too bright, the room is too quiet, and Mal feels an uncomfortable throbbing that begs to be addressed. Red-brown eyes are gazing into hers with a tint of amusement.
"Hey, sleeping beauty," she greets with a smile. Mal sits there, cheeks flushed and mouth agape.
She takes in Evie's appearance, composed and fully clothed.
"Thank you for watching my stuff for me, although I don't know how efficient a guard is while they're sleeping," she says with a smirk.
"People generally stay away from me," Mal answers, voice still gravelly from sleep. Evie looks unconvinced. "They're scared," the artist elaborates.
"Mm," Evie hums with a nod. "You know what scares me?" she asks quietly, features expressionless.
"What?" Mal asks, genuinely wondering.
"That" Evie whispers, eyes flicking to Mal's doodle on the chalkboard from earlier.
The artist follows her gaze.
Evie's façade cracks as soon as Mal barks out a laugh. Even as the laughter in the room dies out, smiles remain. "So, I'll see you on Wednesday then?" Evie asks, biting her lip despite herself.
Mal's smile grows even wider at the prospect of the model being even a little nervous around her. "Of course," she replies easily.
* * *
As soon as the door is unlocked, Mal stumbles through it and collapses onto the floor. It is strikingly cold in comparison to the air, but that is just what she needs. Her eyes close and her chest rises and falls, attempting to gather as much cool air as possible. If her muscles were not so exhausted, she would peel off her now-soaked clothes and lay there naked, not caring if Carlos was home. But as Mal lays on the floor, in desperate need of a shower and a nap, she cannot help but think back on her day. It ended up being pretty great.
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Fanfiction"The bathroom door creaks a little as Mal leans her hips into it. As soon as she rounds the corner, her jaw and fingers go slack. The sound of her sketchbook smacking against the tile is painfully loud in the otherwise silent room. In hindsight, she...
