Still Waters Run Deep

Chapter 35: Surviving the Storm

A/N: The inner critic, as always when I'm wrapping a story up, went wild with this one. It took so much longer because I become a neurotic beast who hates my writing and everything about it when I am trying to make sure everything ties up okay while simultaneously trying not to think of everything I could have done wrong or should have done differently.

I appreciate each and every reader I have. This story (dark as it is) and your participation in it gave me something to focus on during the hellacious weeks this summer I spent in the hospital with my parents and the subsequent and unexpected death of my mother. You all provided a safe place. More than you know. Because it was in knowing I had this story that kept the darkest part of my mind from winning out.

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Chapter 35:

Surviving the Storm

Emily squirmed around in the bed, panting uncontrollably. She couldn't see anything, but she could feel her body dripping with sweat. She clenched her fists until her fingernails were digging into her palm. Her stomach tensed. She felt Alison's soft hand against her cheek.

"You okay, Em?"

"Yeah," she replied hastily through broken breaths.

"What do you need?"

Emily moved her wrists around, which were bound by soft tight restraints. She had always had trouble letting Alison take complete control. The two of them often fought for dominance. They were fairly equally matched, but sometimes Alison did things to her that rendered her completely powerless. To keep her still, Alison had bound her hands to the bedpost. She had no intention of letting Emily do any of the heavy lifting, not while she was still on the mend.

"Take these things off of me so I can touch you." The blindfold was bad enough, but not being able to reciprocate Alison's touch was killing her.

She heard Alison laugh. A sensual lilting laugh that only made Emily long for her more. She was still coming down from her high. She could still feel Alison's fingers inside of her helping her ride it out. She felt another spasm rock her body.

"Oh, God." She moaned, clamping down on her wife's fingers again.

Emily's body started vibrating again. Her jaw went slack and she cried in pleasure. Alison watched the pleasure unfold on her face with a satisfied smile. Emily started panting. The fists she'd made with her hands in the restraints suddenly loosened, her fingers splaying out wide as her entire body tightened and then let go like a powerful force flowing out of a pressure release valve. But just as she was at her height she felt Alison slow down, stilling her fingers and moving herself, her wetness, against Emily's thigh.

"Tell me what you need, Emily." Alison repeated, leaning forward, her breath tickling Emily's ear as she subtly twitched her fingers inside of her.

It nearly drove Emily wild.

"Y-you." She huffed, moving her head around to try and shake the blindfold off so she could at least see her wife. "Alison, I'm serious. Please." She craned her neck back as her pleasure overtook her. She felt an urge to touch her wife that she couldn't fight, but she couldn't fulfill that desire because she was fucking tied down. She panted and then groaned in frustration. "I can't believe I agreed to this." She tugged against the restraints. "Let me go so I can touch you." She was practically begging.

"Not quite yet, honey," Alison said, placing a kiss on the scar on her abdomen where she'd been shot. She saw Emily's muscles twitch underneath her lips. "Do you trust me?"