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Sable’s tiny snores woke Mikaela from her restful sleep. The girls were tangled together in their bed, the sun peeking through the blinds as the clock flashed in a way that signaled a short power outage.
I’m glad we didn’t have to work today.
Mikaela smiled softly at the sleeping woman whose arms were around her. She admired the peaceful expression on her features. The slight smudge of yesterday’s eye makeup that they were too busy to take off. The little heart on Sable’s cheek had a slight smear around its edges, evidence of where the redhead’s lips had been the night before. Mikaela pulled their blankets up over her shoulders again, snuggling closer into the warmth that radiated from Sable. She leaned her forehead into the crook of Sable’s neck, enjoying the way their heartbeats sounded together in the quiet morning air.
Just as Mikaela had embraced the idea of actually falling back to sleep, Sable stirred and took a deeper breath, the type that meant she was awake for the day. Her eyes opened to the sight of red curls splayed out on her chest. Smirking, Sable moved one of the hands she was holding Mikaela with to trace lines up and down her girlfriend’s spine, the soft fleece of her purple hoodie making her touch feel even lighter on the other woman’s skin.
“Good morning, my love.”
A noise of contentment escaped Mikaela’s lips as she snuggled closer into her, no longer afraid of waking the other girl as she tried desperately to force their bodies to occupy the same space. Sable kissed the top of her head, Mikaela following suit by looking up at her and putting a peck on her jaw.
“Did you sleep well, sleepyhead?”
“You’re the one who slept late.” Mikaela quipped back indignantly, already hammering in the little brattiness that she knew turned on something primal in her girlfriend. “But yes. No nightmares. No spider gods. Just us from beginning to end of the night.”
“Good. And don’t be too annoyed I slept in. I put in some major work for you last night.”
Mikaela knew she was talking about how they had stayed up late to organize her creams and candles for their Etsy shop… but her mind couldn’t help but to replay all the things that happened after they were done with the inventory.
“You’ve always been a very… dedicated worker.”
Sable let her hands drift down to the white, star-covered shorts Mikaela was wearing, cupping her ass through the thin silk and digging her short nails into her flesh.
“I know how to get a job done.”
There was a gravelliness lining Sable’s tone, and Mikaela knew it wasn’t from just waking up. She choked out a small moan, letting Sable put her knee between her legs as a small kindness and promise of friction.
Mikaela sighed, the breathy sound thick with both happiness and lust. She would always be given anything that Sable could offer, she just had to ask. The only problem with that? She often couldn’t bring herself to. Sable has always tried to make her comfortable with her needs, confident in the fact that her girlfriend wanted - needed - to help her fulfill them… but sometimes the brat would take over, making sure anything but the questions Sable wanted to be asked came out.
As frustrating as it was for Sable, she wouldn’t take her any other way. She loved the girl for everything that made her *her*, and that included the way she sometimes refused to ask for what she wanted most until she had finally been reduced to a dripping, begging mess. That was Sable’s favorite version of her. The Mikaela who was so strung out on the pleasure that only Sable could provide that tears would roll down her cheeks as she finally gave in and begged for her to do more than tease her.
“Do you need something?”
Mikaela couldn’t see her smirk, her eyes were closed and her face pressed into Sable, but she knew it was there. Mikaela ground into her knee some more, trying her best to focus on something other than the need growing in her.
“Nope… I’m just… getting comfy.”
Sable shifted her knee slightly, the pressure of moving it grinding up into Mikaela’s clit. She whined and bit down on Sable’s collar bone, her teeth claiming their place in the soft flesh over the bone.
“Fuck, babe,” Sable grunted, goosebumps trailing down her exposed arms as the pleasure of being her girlfriend’s favorite chew toy washed over her. “Are you sure you don’t want my help with anything?”
There was silence for a few seconds, Mikaela trying to decide how to proceed.
“Maybe.”
That was enough for Sable. She threaded her fingers in the curls at the nape of her neck and brought her girlfriend up into a kiss - one that was needy, breathy, ending in her teeth tugging on Mikaela’s lower lip.
“Uhuh.”
Sable flipped them, Mikaela landing softly on her pillow with Sable straddling her. A blush was slowly spreading over her cheeks and down her neck, but the damn purple hoodie was keeping Sable from being able to see the way it joined her freckles to paint the skin of her shoulders and chest. Mikaela on the other hand, was fully enjoying the view offered by the cutoff Mothman shirt she had given Sable for her birthday last year. It had turned into Sable’s favorite house shirt, making it a present for both of them in the end.
“Sable,” Mikaela moaned into the next kiss that was pressed against her lips, her body arching upward into the woman on top of her.
“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” Sable whispered into her ear, her breath hot against her neck whenever she nibbled on her earlobe.
Mikaela nodded quickly, not wanting to open her mouth and say anything would stop the pleasure. Sable put kisses across her jaw until their lips found each other again, the kiss deepening and Sable shifting to lay next to Mikaela, still holding her close.
“Good. Now open.”
Mikaela immediately opened her mouth, letting Sable stick her ring and middle finger in. Mikaela sucked greedily, making sure both were covered in her spit.
“That’s my good girl.” Sable grinned, the pride dripping off of her voice filling Mikaela with warmth. “Get me ready. I don’t want you getting hurt.”
Sable knew the squirming woman underneath her would be plenty wet without the oral preparation, but she enjoyed the desperate sucking. Mikaela gripped Sable’s arms, leaving red marks in her ghastly pale skin as she tried to get a firm grasp.
“You’re so hot, babe.”
Mikaela’s eyes watered. The praise, the fingers in her mouth, the constant grinding - all of it was coming together in a chorus of almost overwhelming pleasure before Sable had really even started with her.
Sable withdrew her fingers from Mikaela’s mouth and gave her another kiss, letting her soaked hand find a comfortable spot between her girlfriend’s legs. She slipped under the waistband of her pajama shorts, going just far enough that her fingers rested on Mikaela’s clit, making the other woman see stars and moan into their kiss as she rubbed lightly. Mikaela didn’t know what to do with her hands, she was grabbing the sheets in order to ground herself, gripping onto Sable’s arms to find something to steady herself.
Sable noticed Mikaela’s desperate plight and had an idea. With a devious grin plastered on her face, she used her teeth to take off the thin headband that she had double wrapped on her left wrist. Mikaela’s eyes widened, she assumed it was just extra hair ties left over from when they had gotten ready for bed the night before.
“Arms up, babe.” Sable commanded, sweetly - but firm.
While Mikaela would normally be ready to snap back at her with some sort of snark, Sable’s hand had reduced her headstrong girl into a puddle. She quickly lifted her arms above her head and allowed Sable to wrap the cloth headband around one wrist, the headboard, and then her other wrist.
“Look at that. My girl - all tied up and ready to be ruined.”
“Saaaaaable,” Mikaela whined, hips bucking up into nothing as she tried to get her girlfriend to get back to work.
“Yes, my love?”
“Please. Please just fuck me.”
Sable looked surprised, Mikaela usually didn’t beg so easily.
“Please,” Mikaela started, her voice cracking halfway through the word. “I need you so bad.”
Any resolve that Sable had to make Mikaela wait was melted on the spot. Her need to give Mikaela anything she asked for was greater than wanting to make her suffer a little longer in anticipation. She quickly moved to straddle the tied woman again, pulling down the silk shorts in a single, well-practiced movement. The sight of her girlfriend, the woman she loved more than anyone else, naked from the waist down and with her hands tied to their headboard made Sable’s pulse race. She had a quick thought about needing to thank every deity she had knowledge of, but she decided that it could wait until after she finished worshipping the goddess already underneath her.
Sable wasted no time in slipping two of her fingers into Mikaela, making the girl erupt into a babble of whines and “thank you”s and “faster”s. She instead kept a steady pace, not wanting to overwhelm the woman completely just yet. She pumped rhythmically into her girlfriend, using the thumb on the same hand to rub small circles on her clit.
Mikaela gritted her teeth and arched her back, her body humping into Sable’s hand in an effort to chase the orgasm she could tell was coming faster than she thought it would. Sable noticed the way Mikaela fluttered and clenched around her fingers, the way her hips started faltering in their pace. Mikaela’s breath started to falter and catch, a sign to Sable that she was on the verge of finishing.
Right before letting her crash over that wonderful peak, Sable pulled out, instead choosing to stop everything she was doing. Mikaela gasped, annoyed that Sable was edging her instead of just giving her what her body needed so badly.
“Babe,” Mikaela sighed, exasperated and needy. “Whyyy??”
Sable placed little kisses along the insides of Mikaela’s thighs, being sure to put a little pressure on the hickies she had left there the night before.
“You’re just too hot like this, baby.” Sable smirked up at the redhead from between her legs. “I didn’t want to stop just yet.”
“I hate you.” The bound witch groaned, her partner looking far too pleased with herself for her liking.
In a single movement, Sable slipped her fingers back into her girlfriend and wrapped her lips around her clit, giving it a tiny suck as her fingers started to lightly caress the most pleasurable spot deep inside her.
“Fuck,” Mikaela threw her head back into the pillow, too overwhelmed to see what was going on between her legs. “Keep going just like that, please. Please.”
Sable smiled, happy to hear Mikaela’s sounds of pleasure. They were her favorite music, and she enjoyed the art of making Mikaela her instrument. She switched positions quickly, moving up to hold Mikaela close as her hand continued to do its work.
“Cum for me, baby.” Sable asked her in the sweetest whisper she could, planting small kisses everywhere she could reach. “I got you. Just let go for me.”
Mikaela nodded desperately, tilting her head over to bring their lips together one more time before she came undone on Sable’s fingers. The whimpers and whines against her lips, the way Mikaela’s body absolutely melted into her, Sable loved every single part of working her partner through her orgasm. Mikaela gasped, resting their damp foreheads together as she focused on just trying to breathe and not passing out.
“I love you,” The redhead sighed into her girlfriend, snuggling as closely as she could with her arms still tied above her head.
Sable kissed her forehead before undoing her restraints and settling back down next to her.
“I love you too.” Sable licked her fingers clean as her girlfriend pulled her in tight. “You’re my favorite breakfast.”
“Oh my god, Sable.” Mikaela burst into a fit of afterglow giggles at the stupid joke. “Come on, let’s go shower, and then we can make an actual breakfast.”
Sable watched as Mikaela crawled off their bed, holding her hand and pulling her upwards into a seated position. Once she had her on the edge, Mikaela let go and lifted her hoodie over her head, tossing it over onto the floor with little care as to where it went. Sable wrapped her arms around her and pulled her closer, taking her right nipple between her teeth. Mikaela straddled her, her knees on the bed and ass against the plaid cotton pajama pants Sable was still wearing.
“I feel like we could wait on that shower?” Sable asked, suddenly needy.
Mikaela slid off Sable’s legs and onto the floor.
“You’re right,” She nodded, putting her hair up into an effortless ponytail before starting to pull down the top of Sable’s pajama pants. “I need a snack before we go get food.”