This is unedited. I hope y'all enjoy.
Jesy's POV:
"Babe, I'm home!" I call out as I shut the front door behind then kick off my shoes.
"In the living room!"
I walk into the living room and find Daphne on the couch.
"What are you doing?"
"Binge watching Criminal Minds." Her eyes never leave the telly.
"Why?"
"Because I finished the Jack The Ripper documentary."
I chuckle and sit beside her on the couch.
"I meant why are you binge watching Criminal Minds instead of writing?"
When she doesn't respond, I take the remote off her thigh and pause the show.
"Jesy!" She leans towards me and tries to grab the remote which I keep out of her reach.
"You can have it back after we talk about why you're not writing."
Daphne huffs and leans back against the couch. "Whatever, Jessica." She mutters.
I put the remote on the coffee table beside her notebook and smirk as I straddle her lap. My smirk grows when her hands immediately go to my thighs.
"Tell me why you're not writing, baby." I say, gazing into her eyes.
Daphne rolls her eyes with an annoyed sigh and looks away from me.
"If you tell me why you're not writing, I'll tell you what I have planned for later." Placing my hands on her shoulders, I lean forward to whisper in her ear. "I'll give you a hint, it involves whipped cream." I tug on her earlobe with my teeth and earn a moan from Daphne.
"You're not playing fair."
She moans again and her breathing accelerates as I lay open-mouthed kisses on her neck. Her grip on my thighs tightens as she thrusts her hips up towards me. I pull back and look into her eyes, darkened with lust.
"I'm not playing, love. Are you ready to talk?"
"The only thing to talk about is how fast I can get you up those stairs and to the bedroom." Daphne tugs on the bottom of my shirt with one hand. "Take this off."
I grip the hem of my shirt and strip it off, throwing it somewhere behind me. Immediately her eyes drop to my breasts, clad in a red lace bra. Her hands glide up my sides and as they near my breasts, she traps her bottom lip between her teeth. Right before her hands touch my breasts, I grab them and place them back on my thighs, keeping my hands on hers.
"Jesy!"
"Trust me Daph, I want you to touch me."
"Then let my hands go so I can make you feel good."
I smile and place a finger under her chin, lifting her head until her eyes meet mine.
"While I appreciate your attention, my eyes are up here. No touchy until you tell me why you're not writing."
"The publisher loves the storyline and stuff but she said it needs to be more mature." Daphne mumbles.
"What does she want you to do to make it more mature?" I question though I think I already know.
"Add at least one sex scene." She leans forward and kisses my neck, her hands cupping my breasts and gently squeezing.
I release a low moan and drape my arms over her shoulders, my lower body rocking against hers. She nips at my pulse point causing me to whimper. Instead of going lower like I expect, she brings her lips to mine, drawing me into a heated kiss where our tongues battle for dominance. Daphne wins the battle and I'm okay with that. Her hands move from my breasts to my ass which she smacks. When air becomes an issue, we break the kiss, both of us breathing heavily.
"So add a sex scene." I pant.
"What if it's not good enough and it throws off the whole flow of the book?" She huffs out and buries her face in my cleavage.
"I want you to listen to me very carefully, okay?"
All I get in reply is a grunt. I place a hand on the bakc of her head and caress her hair.
"You are an exceptional writer, Daph! I know you don't believe that, but you are. And I'm not the only person that thinks so. I firmly believe that you can write a sex scene that's not only good enough but that also flows with the rest of the story. I hate that you don't believe in yourself when it comes to something you're so passionate about. Your dream of being a best-selling author is within reach. I believe you can achieve your dream! Now you just need to believe it too. Okay?"
She places a kiss to my chest, right above my heart then pulls back and looks at me.
"Okay. Can we go upstairs now?" Daphne asks with a cheeky smile as she tweaks my nipple causing me to gasp.
I get up off her lap and she starts to get up as well but I push her back down.
"I love it when you get rough with me." She smirks.
I chuckle. "I know you do, babes." I pick up her pen and notebook off the coffee table and put them in her lap, earning a pout from her. "Write that sex scene then meet me upstairs." I start to move away from her but she grabs my wrist to stop me.
"You can't leave!"
"Why?"
"Cause I need inspiration." She says with a smile.
I lean down and peck her lips before grabbing the remote and sitting down beside her. I press play on the remote as Daphne turns and sits criss-cross applesauce facing me. My eyes drift from the telly to my shirt in the floor and I start to get up to get it.
"Where are you going?" Whines Daphne before I even fully get up from the couch.
"To get my shirt."
"No! Leave it off. Please?" She bats her eyelashes.
"Okay." I relax against the cushions. "Pen to paper, love. We're not having sex until you write that scene."
Her eyes widen comically before dropping to the notebook and she starts to write.
Roughly half an hour later the sound of the pen hitting the coffee table draws my attention and I look at Daphne.
"I finished it."
I hold my hand out for the notebook that she's clutching to her chest.
"What? You don't believe me?"
"I believe you, baby. I want to read it. Can I?"
She raises up on her knees beside me and as she hands me the notebook, she leans against me. Her left arm behind my neck, I can feel her heartbeat against my arm as I start to read. I'm halfway through the first page when Daphne starts to lay open-mouthed kisses on my neck and I bite my lip to keep from moaning.
"Don't hold back your moans, pretty girl." She murmurs against my neck and her hand inches closer to my core.
Daphne pops the button on my shorts and pulls down the zipper then slips her hand in my panties. I drop the notebook to my side and throw my head back with a moan as her finger circles my clit.
"Wake up." Daphne whispers in my ear and I tense up in confusion.
"Jesy, wake up!"
Jade?
I lift my head, quickly realizing I fell asleep in the studio wrapped in Daphne's arms.
"It's time to record your part of the song, Jes." Jade states.
Groaning, I return my head to Daphne's chest. She threads her fingers through my hair and starts massaging my scalp.
"Have a nice dream, pretty girl?"
"The best." I sigh softly with a smile.
All mistakes are mine. Vote, comment, and tell a friend. Hope y'all enjoyed this! I only got interrupted about thirty times while writing this. If y'all have any requests, drop them in the comments or message me. You can also pick the title cause let's face it, I suck at picking titles. Also, my closet door keeps opening and there was a spider on my blanket, not cool. If you haven't already, please go check out In The Mix. I've been told it's a pretty good story.
Until next time.
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