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She stood at the sink, her back to Miller. She’d been dreading this moment, when the hospital, and her behavior there, would come up. She knew what she was like, and she really knew what she was like when drugs were involved. The memory of waking from the haze practically naked and lying atop Miller still made her cringe. Finding out that she kept trying to get out of the hospital bed to cuddle Miller, until Miller climbed in with her, was almost worse.
“I’m sorry,” she said lowly. “It was inappropriate, and I know that. There’s no excuse for how I behaved.”
“The drugs were a pretty good excuse, Hardy,” Miller said sardonically.
Hardy heard the chair move across the floor and then Miller moving around.
“What your behavior was,” Miller continued, and Hardy jolted a little when she felt Miller’s warm hand slide up her back, “was torture.”
Well that was confusing. “Torture?” she asked, still not turning around, but also unwilling to move lest Miller take her hand away.
“Mmhmm,” Miller said, resting her cheek on the back of Hardy’s shoulder. “Absolute torture.”
Miller slid her hand across Hardy’s ribs, to the front of her body. Hardy was pretty sure she stopped breathing.
She definitely stopped breathing when Miller tugged her top out of her trousers and touched the bare skin of her belly.
“Breathe, Hardy,” Miller said. Hardy did. “Good girl.
But yes, utter torture. All that skin on display for me, and I wasn’t allowed to touch.”
Embarrassingly, Hardy whimpered. Miller’s other hand joined the first, roaming around under her top and pulling her back to Miller’s front.
“Of course, I could touch some of it, and believe me, I did.”
Hardy vaguely remembered that, how nice it had felt to have someone, especially Miller, touch her. It had been a long time.
“But not how I really wanted. Do you want to know what I really wanted to do?” She crooned into Hardy’s ear.
She pulled in a shaky breath and nodded.
“You have to say it out loud, Hardy, use your words,” Miller chided gently. “Do you want to know?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good girl.” Miller murmured again. It was hotter than it should’ve been. “What I really wanted to do,” she dipped her fingers briefly into Hardy’s trousers, “was taste you. All over. I wanted to bite your hips, they looked so delicious in those ridiculously comfortable hospital knickers.”
Hardy arched into Miller’s touch, and choked back the sounds that wanted to come out.
“Oh no,” Miller chided again, “I want to hear you, Hardy, those noises are mine.”
Hardy curled into herself a little. She hated the way she sounded during sex, especially after one of her exes wouldn’t shut up about it.
“No, darling, don’t,” Miller’s hold instantly turned comforting, wrapping around her securely and petting her stomach and sides gently. “I’m not taking the piss, I like them, they’re lovely.” Miller kissed what she could reach, which was pretty much the back of her neck. “You made such lovely noises when I touched you before, and the ones you’ve made today are even lovelier.”
Great, she made noise when someone rubbed her back when she was high. But she knew Miller, and Miller wasn’t cruel like that ex, so she took a deep breath and chose to try.
“There we go, love,” Miller said as she felt Hardy try to relax. “You don’t have to be loud if you don’t want to, just audible.” Then she dragged her fingernails across Hardy’s stomach, not scratching, just for the sensation.
Hardy arched, hard, into it and groaned quietly.
“Oh yes, darling, just like that,” Miller praised lowly as she did it again. “Good girl, that was perfect.”
Christ, if Miller was going to keep calling her a good girl she’d never be able to hear the phrase any other way again.
Then Miller turned them around, leaning against the worktop herself and pulling Hardy tighter to her front. Hardy let her head drop back to Miller’s shoulder. She was rewarded with a kiss to the side of her face.
“Hmm,” Miller said idly, still dragging her nails gently across Hardy’s stomach, “where was I? Oh yes, your hips.” She punctuated this by dipping her fingers into Hardy’s trousers again to touch her hip bones. “You were beautifully stretched out on the bed, like one of those renaissance paintings.”
Hardy moaned softly.
“Lovely,” Miller said, kissing the side of her face again. She slid her hands higher up Hardy’s chest, but disappointingly skirted around her tits. “I hated to cover you up whenever someone came by, all that lovely skin.
“But as soon as you realized you’d throw the cover off again anyway and grumble at me,” Miller laughed, and Hardy felt like she was allowed to laugh too, so she did. Miller pinched her side lightly before sliding her arms in for a hug. Then suddenly her fingers were stroking the undersides of her breasts, and Hardy gasped and shifted into it, wanting more.
“And we can’t forget your tits, darling. Arms above your head, putting them on display. Practically begging me to touch them.”
Hardy whimpered, wanting Miller to slide her hands higher, completely on said tits, but she didn’t.
“It was chilly in there,” Miller murmured throatily into her ear, “so your nipples were tight, just like they are now, taunting me. I just wanted to suck them into my mouth, drive you crazy.” Ever so gently, and much too quickly, Miller brushed her hands over Hardy’s nipples. It wasn’t nearly enough.
“Do you like having your nipples sucked?”, she asked while refusing to touch them again, no matter how Hardy moved.
Hardy groaned in frustration.
“That’s not an answer, darling. Would you like it if I sucked on your nipples?”
“Yes,” she whimpered as Miller, still too quickly, ran her hands over them again.
“Mmm, good girl,” Miller sighed. “I don’t think you know just how much I like your noises. My cunt is dripping, hearing you. Knickers are soaked through.”
There was no way Hardy could choke back the sound she made hearing that, even if she’d tried to.
“Yes,” Miller hissed in her ear, one hand sliding across a nipple and the other drifting tantalizingly close to Hardy’s knickers. It was torturously unfair that Miller wasn’t touching her where she wanted.
“Miller,” she whined, “please.”
“Please what, darling?”
“Touch me.”
“I am touching you, lovely,” that terrible tease replied, doing nothing of the sort.
“Put your fucking fingers in my cunt,” she demanded. She refused to acknowledge that it sounded more like begging than ordering.
“Oh, is that what you wanted?” Miller asked while she slid her hand frustratingly slowly into Hardy’s trousers.
“Yes, Miller!” She ground out, ending on a moan as Miller suddenly shoved her fingers all the way into the folds of her cunt, sliding through the almost embarrassing wetness there.
“Oh, my good girl,” Miller moaned in her ear, “for me?”
“Ye-es,” Hardy gasped, voice hitching when Miller's finger found her clit. “Fuck!”
“You are soaking wet, Hardy, all for me.” Miller reached further and tried to slide a finger inside her, but didn’t get very far. “Sorry, darling, angle’s not quite right to put my fucking fingers in your cunt, so I think you’ll have to settle for this instead,” she slid her hand deliberately over Hardy’s clit.
Hardy shuddered and moaned. She didn’t think she’d ever been this turned on in her life.
Miller began experimenting on her clit with pressure and angle to find what Hardy liked, and she lost all coherent thought. She was fairly certain that she was just moaning continuously. She’d be embarrassed, but Miller wanted her to make noise and right now she’d do anything Miller asked as long as she didn’t stop working her clit. Miller was definitely speaking, too, but Hardy could only hear the tone of voice, throaty and encouraging.
After what felt simultaneously like hours and no time at all, her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her whole body jerked in Miller’s arms, and she could feel Miller crooning in her ear. Miller didn’t stop, though, she kept rubbing and pressing and sliding her fingers over Hardy’s clit, her other hand tweaking one of Hardy’s nipples. Her second orgasm came out of nowhere, and harder than the first if that was even possible.
Miller slowed down, but clearly intended to keep going, until Hardy managed to grab her arm. She played with Hardy’s cunt a bit longer before sliding her hand out of Hardy’s knickers as Hardy rested against her, panting.
Hardy cracked open her eyes when she felt Miller's arm move again and watched as Miller brought her fingers to her mouth to lick Hardy off of them. She couldn’t help it and moaned. Miller took those same fingers out of her own mouth and shoved them into Hardy’s, making her moan even louder. All she could do was suck them clean of herself while Miller kept up a constant stream of encouraging nonsense in her ear.
Finally, Hardy peeled herself off of Miller and turned around on embarrassingly wobbly legs to bury her face in Miller’s neck. She was feeling strangely vulnerable.
Miller wrapped her arms around her, sliding them under her top again to rub her back. “Hello, darling. Alright?”
Hardy shrugged and tried to get closer.
Miller just squeezed her tighter, and that helped. She pulled one hand out from Hardy’s top and started petting her hair. “In case you weren’t sure, I quite enjoyed myself. And you.”
Oddly, hearing that out loud settled something in her chest and she felt more steady, less off-kilter. She hugged Miller tighter, and risked a kiss to her neck before pulling back enough to look at her.
Miller smiled at her before tugging her into a gentle kiss. Any other time Hardy would bristle at the gentleness, but right then she was willing to admit it felt good to be treated with care. Besides, it was Miller, and while she ragged on Hardy for lots of things, she’d never made her feel stupid the very few times she actually asked for reassurance. And a couple of times she hadn’t but secretly wanted to.
Hardy deepened the kiss, cradling Miller’s head in one hand and sliding her other down Miller’s side to her hip. “Can I have my turn now?” she asked.
“Oh darling, I’d love to,” Miller sighed, and Hardy pulled back, apologizing.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t—,” she started, but Miller covered her mouth with her hand.
“None of that,” she said firmly, pulling Hardy in for another gentle kiss. “Daisy will be home in about 5 minutes, and there is no way I’m letting you spend only 5 minutes on me.”
“I’m not sure I could finish thinking about what I want to do to you in 5 minutes,” Hardy said, and kissed just under Miller’s jaw. When she looked up she saw Miller’s cheeks had pinked up and she smirked. She slid her hand towards Miller’s cunt. “Can I at least get a taste before you go?”
“Yes,” Miller replied breathlessly, holding onto Hardy’s upper arms.
Hardy watched Miller’s face closely as she slid her hand into her knickers. “Fuck,” she breathed. “You weren’t kidding.” Miller really was dripping wet, even after the pause post-Hardy’s orgasms. She canted her wrist to slide two fingers easily into Miller’s cunt, searching for her clit with her thumb. She knew she’d found it when Miller’s moan turned into a high pitched whimper. Hardy fingerfucked her briefly before pulling her hand out and sucking her fingers clean. She moaned around them at the taste.
“You absolute bastard,” Miller breathed, watching her raptly.
Hardy chuckled lowly and leaned in for another kiss. Before she got there something occurred to her and she laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Miller asked, pouting slightly at being denied a kiss.
“You made me come before we’d even kissed. Twice!”
Miller grinned slyly. “Suppose I did.”
“Oh shut up,” Hardy said, actually kissing her this time.