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Most of Gerard’s costumes from the return tour have been stored away in a closet since she got back.
Sometimes she takes them out, just to look and remember, and then put them away again right after. But she’s been feeling a pull to a certain outfit lately. She remembers how she felt when she wore it, in all its variations. The tights. The skirt. The heels. Those pleather gloves. She’d never felt more powerful.
It feels a little silly now that she’s pulling it out again, finding all the pieces and laying them out on the bed to change. It’s so far from anything she’d normally wear at home that it feels a little unnatural. But it’s not like she’s just wearing it for herself, or for an audience. She’s wearing it for Lindsey, who’s just in the other room, changing into whatever it is she picked out for herself.
The tights — she had to buy new ones, since her (many) original pairs were nearly torn to shreds by the time tour was done — slide smoothly up her legs and land on her waist. Her shirt follows, and then she pulls her skirt up so she can zip it up over everything. And then the suit jacket, and finally, her heels.
She’s almost too scared to look at herself in the mirror, but she does it anyway.
The second she sees herself, she lets out a breath that she didn’t even realize she had been holding in. It’s so familiar, seeing herself like this, and the twisting feeling in her stomach isn’t much different from how she felt before stepping out on stage, but it’s charged with something so much heavier. Something that makes her cock stir already under her tights, makes her slide her hands down her sides and toss her hair over to the side so it hangs over one shoulder.
She feels so fucking sexy. Of course, she felt sexy the first time, and the times after that, but it’s so different now.
She watches herself pull the gloves on in the mirror, flex her fingers, grip her own waist and hips. She deserves this, whatever it is Lindsey has planned for her tonight. She deserves to be touched and kissed and fucked.
She and Lindsey discussed the scene very briefly before they both parted to change. Only enough that Gerard knows the next step is to take the stack of papers that was left on the bedside table, and sit on the bed with them in her lap. It’s hard to really imagine an office setting when there’s no desk, or even a chair, but none of that will matter once Lindsey is there.
It’s perfect timing that Lindsey comes out of the bathroom right then, the sound of the door creaking open making Gerard turn to face her, and she’s, oh god, she’s–
Her outfit is nothing Gerard could have predicted herself. She must have bought it for herself at some point, and kept it hidden from Gerard until now, because she doesn’t recognize any of it. She’s wearing a suit, in black and white pinstripes, but there’s nothing but a bra under her suit jacket.
Gerard wants to rush to her side right away, drop to her knees and tug those pants down. But she stays put, and takes a deep breath to steady herself and get in character. She turns her head to face the wall, keeping her eyes trained there even when she hears Lindsey moving over to the bed.
“Gerard,” she says, her voice deadpan and already a little sharp. “Those papers were meant to be on my desk twenty minutes ago. I can’t afford to be late to this meeting.”
There’s no script, not even a ‘plot’ to follow. Gerard isn’t sure if she’s meant to start apologizing profusely or try to come up with an excuse. Lindsey’s tone, though, is enough to tell her that she isn’t really in the mood for backtalk.
“Oh, yes, ma’am,” Gerard says, gripping the stack of papers, “they’re almost finished, just… ten more minutes?”
“I don’t have ten minutes,” Lindsey snaps back right away, coming to stand in front of Gerard with her hands on her hips. Her eyes narrow, but when Gerard meets them, she can see the delight behind them, can tell that she’s excited about how well Gerard is catching on and playing along.
“Right. I’ll give them to you now,” she says, giving Lindsey a sort of nervous look. Part of it is her character, and the other part is her genuine anxiety, because she doesn’t know what will happen if Lindsey doesn’t get her papers.
Gerard stands up from the bed, papers clutched to her chest. As she starts to walk towards Lindsey, she sees her shift, putting her leg out. Her foot catches behind Gerard’s knee, and it’s not a kick, just a nudge, but it’s enough to make Gerard lose her balance and fall to her knees. She drops the papers to catch herself, sending them falling and scattering on the floor.
There’s a very, very long silence. Gerard stares at the floor, on her hands and knees at Lindsey’s feet. The papers ended up everywhere, some across the room, carried by the draft from the AC, and some even under the bed. She has to gather the courage, but she eventually makes herself look up at her wife (or in this case, her boss).
Lindsey’s hands are at her sides, balled up into fists. She looks horribly pissed off, her lips pursed and her eyes twitching. The expression is forced, sure, but it still makes Gerard’s gut twist and her spine tingle.
“Great,” Lindsey finally says, putting on a strained smile. “There goes the papers. All over your office floor, out of order. Looks like I won’t be making it to that meeting.”
Gerard frowns, pushing herself up onto her knees. “I’m sor–” she starts to apologize, but then Lindsey is right in front of her, a hand in her hair forcing her to tilt her head back. She can already feel the strain on her neck.
“Do you want me to lose my job?” She asks, her voice cutting right through the last of Gerard’s restraint and sending her hurdling right down into her role, already prepared to cry and beg.
“No, ma’am,” she says right away, giving Lindsey her biggest, most pathetic eyes. “I didn’t mean to slip. I… I can print them again?”
Lindsey lets go of her hair suddenly to cross her arms again, looking down at Gerard like she’s trying to figure out what to do with her. “No,” she says finally, “you’re going to sort them all again.”
Gerard’s jaw drops so quickly, she’s surprised it didn’t fall off and hit the floor. The papers… there’s easily a hundred of them. None of them have any writing on them besides tiny numbers in each of the corners, meaning she will have to sort through them all individually and put them back in number order.
“That’s… But there are so many, I couldn’t…” she trails off, knowing that arguing will only dig her deeper into the hole.
“You can,” Lindsey says, moving to sit down on the bed, legs crossed as she looks down at Gerard. “And you will. And the longer you talk back, the later I’ll be at my meeting.”
Gerard gapes at her, but she knows that there’s no getting out of this. This is what Lindsey had planned for her, and she might as well just follow her instructions… though she is maybe a little tempted to fight back and earn herself a spanking.
Anyway, she just nods and starts gathering the papers, staying on her hands and knees without needing to be told so. To make it a little more fun for herself (and Lindsey), she arches her back just a little, bites her lip like she’s concentrating really hard on her task of picking papers off the ground. When she has to grab a stray paper from under the bed, she makes sure to push her ass up high, wiggling her hips. Lindsey says nothing, but Gerard can hear her shifting on the mattress above her.
The outfit isn’t making her feel powerful anymore. She feels dirty already, crawling all over the floor to collect the papers like some type of dog. It excites her, but it also makes her cheeks burn with humiliation.
Once she has all the papers in a stack, she starts to flip through them, finding the first ten, and then sorting them into numerical order.
“Can you take any longer?” Lindsey asks above her, uncrossing her legs so she can nudge Gerard’s thigh with the toe of her shoe.
Gerard doesn’t even look up at her, she just murmurs, “no, ma’am, I'm sorry,” and then gets back to work. In all honesty, a hundred pieces of paper is not as much as it seems. When they’re not all over the floor, it really is just ten sets of ten, but Gerard forces herself to struggle even though it’s not necessary.
Because what fun would it be if she really did get the papers sorted? What then, she’d hand them to Lindsey, and she’d give Gerard a pat on the back and go to her ‘meeting’? No, she knows Lindsey wants her to fail.
When she gets through the first fifty, she glances up at Lindsey, and makes a show of losing her grip on them and dropping them to the floor again. She watches Lindsey’s mouth twitch up into a tiny smirk, just for a second, before dropping back into an angry frown. She gets up quickly and is standing in front of Gerard again in seconds, hand back in her hair.
She tugs so hard that it forces Gerard to straighten her back, her hands falling to her sides. Gerard bites her tongue, holding in the moan that threatens to spill out. The new position causes her to meet Lindsey's eyes, but she instinctively lets her gaze drop lower and, fuck, how did she not notice that before?
There’s an obscene bulge in Lindsey’s pants, and based on the size of it, Gerard can tell it’s one of her favorites. She, with great struggle, resists the urge to break character completely and start nuzzling into Lindsey’s crotch. Her mouth is already watering.
And sometimes, or a lot of the time, it’s like Lindsey can read her mind. Her free hand moves down to her crotch, wrapping around her cock so that Gerard can really see the outline of it in her pants. She can’t help the moan this time.
“What,” Lindsey asks, twisting her hand in Gerard’s hair, “you want to get your mouth on it that bad? Huh? You gonna make it up to me?”
Gerard tries to nod, but the hand in her hair makes her scalp sting, so instead she says, “yes, please. I’m sorry for making you late, please, let me…”
Lindsey smiles then, her lashes fluttering like she’s trying not to laugh. Gerard is too focused on her cock to feel embarrassed, and speaking of that, she can feel her own starting to strain uncomfortably in her tights. Lindsey unzips her pants with one hand and reaches into the gap to fish out her cock, and it is one of Gerard’s favorites, her purple one, long and just thick enough to make her feel the stretch.
“Alright, come on,” Lindsey says, pulling Gerard forward so that she loses balance and has to grip onto her calves for support, her face landing pressed up against her hip, the toy resting on her cheek. She turns her head, mouthing at the side and working her way up to the tip.
It’s easy to let herself get messy with it whenever Lindsey lets her do this, because she knows she can’t really feel it, but her desire to play into the fantasy outweighs her desperation, and she makes sure to not let her teeth get too involved. Eyes locked onto Lindsey’s, she lets her tongue loll out to swirl around the tip, and then takes it into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she starts to suck.
Lindsey’s hand moves out of her hair and instead grips her jaw, holding her head firmly in place so she can thrust shallowly into her mouth. Gerard just looks up at her with huge eyes, letting spit pool in her mouth so Lindsey’s cock gets all slick and shiny.
She moves her hands up from Lindsey’s calves to the backs of her thighs, just above her knees, and lets her fingers dig into the fabric of her pants. Lindsey’s breathing heavily like she really is getting her dick sucked, starting to rock her hips with more intent, pushing the toy deeper into Gerard’s mouth. She lets her jaw go slack, allowing Lindsey to push in until it starts to brush against the back of her tongue.
It makes her drool even more, so she lets it happen, spit dribbling out of the corners of her mouth and on Lindsey’s cock. They never break eye contact, and Lindsey’s mouth falls open just a bit, her head tilting so that all of her hair falls to one side.
Gerard’s tongue moves on the underside of her cock, tracing the silicone vein and the ridge at the tip just like she would a real one. For the first time, Lindsey’s character falters a bit, but it’s only to still her hips and give Gerard a questioning look. She knows what it means, and moans in response, relaxing her throat and breathing through her nose when Lindsey starts to push deeper.
“Fuck, what a talented little mouth,” Lindsey says, her grip tightening on Gerard’s jaw. Her thrusts into her mouth start to pick up in speed, and all Gerard can do is sit there and moan.
Lindsey holds her still, and pushes in as far as she can, until Gerard’s nose is pressed against the button of her pants, her throat constricting around the toy as she tries not to gag. Her fingernails dig into the backs of Lindsey’s thighs, and if they weren’t bitten down she would be risking ripping the fabric. She squeezes her eyes shut and feels her drool start to drip down her chin, but Lindsey doesn’t let up. She just moves her hips shallowly, the tip of her cock pushing into Gerard’s throat on each thrust.
Gerard’s making embarrassing noises, she’s sure, choking on her moans and trying to breathe, but she wants to be good, she wants to make up for her mistake with the papers.
Eventually, Lindsey pushes her off and pulls her hips back to let her catch her breath. Her eyes flutter open, wide and glazed over, her mouth hanging open dumbly and her chin coated in saliva. Lindsey runs her thumb through it and then pushes it into her mouth, making Gerard suck it clean.
“Look at you,” she says, voice smooth and just a little breathy. Gerard can see her chest heaving, but she keeps her composure otherwise, and she’s always beautiful, but especially when she’s towering over Gerard and looking down at her like this. “You’re already so messy. Do you feel like you’ve apologized enough?”
“I hope so, ma’am,” Gerard manages to say once Lindsey pulls her thumb back, blinking rapidly in an attempt to get herself out of her daze. Really, all she wants to do is sink her head back down into Lindsey’s lap, but she’s sure that she has more planned for them.
Lindsey absently taps her fingers against Gerard’s temple, humming lowly like she’s really considering it. “Okay,” she says, and then lifts her other hand to look at her watch, squinting at it. “But I’ve already missed my meeting. I think you should bend over your desk and give me something better to do with my time, hm?”
There’s no desk, of course, but Gerard knows what she means. As soon as Lindsey lets go of her jaw, she’s pushing herself up onto her feet and practically falling forward onto the bed, bent at the hips, and stepping her thighs apart. She pushes her ass out a little, rests her head on her arm so she can look back at Lindsey over her shoulder.
“Like this?” She asks, her voice coming out strained and shaky.
Lindsey’s behind her then, pushing against her and letting her cock rest on her ass, getting the fabric of Gerard’s skirt wet with her own drool. She plants her hands on the mattress on either side of Gerard’s waist, and then leans forward to press herself against her back.
“Just like that,” she says, and reaches around with one hand to wrap it around Gerard’s neck. It immediately makes her freeze and draw in a sharp breath, her eyes fluttering closed again when Lindsey’s grip tightens and she pulls her back, making her back arch. “You’re fucking gorgeous, you’d make such a good whore, if you wanted to.”
Gerard is only a little bit embarrassed about the moan she lets out, and how loud it is. She rocks her hips back and forth, grinding back onto Lindsey’s cock, and then forward against the mattress. The friction makes her shiver, and she gasps out a, “please.”
“Please? What do you want?” Lindsey asks, pressing herself against Gerard’s back. “You want to be fucked? Want me to fill up your needy little pussy, make you cum on my cock?”
Gerard can only whine and squirm, the words making her tingle all over. She grips the comforter under her, using it for support, like she’ll float away if she lets go. “Yeah. I want– I want you inside me, please, need you to fuck me.”
As much as she tries to stay angry, Gerard knows that Lindsey usually can’t keep up her act for too long, and she definitely wants it just as bad by now.
“Alright,” she says, “but only because you beg so pretty. And I suppose you owe it to me, since you can’t seem to manage a simple stack of papers.”
Gerard lets out a grateful exhale, and lays there silently as Lindsey lets go of her neck and leans back, then pushes her skirt up over the curve of her ass. When Lindsey’s fingers grip her tights and rip them open, she lets out a loud, choked moan, her hips pushing forward harshly into the bed. She knows she’s trembling, and that Lindsey can surely see the way her thigh muscles are fluttering.
“No fucking panties,” Lindsey says, and then her hand comes down hard on the outside of Gerard’s thigh, which does nothing but make her moan louder. “You really are a whore, having your pussy out in the open all day. It’s like you’re waiting for someone to take advantage of you.”
Something about her words, or maybe the way she says them, makes Gerard feel like she’s already seconds away from cumming without even a touch. It’s not that Lindsey is really forcing her — she’s given enthusiastic consent — but the idea of being taken advantage of, being forced to take it, makes her shake. It’s something they’ve explored briefly once or twice, but nothing either of them have said out loud before.
Before she gets the chance to say anything, Lindsey’s thumb is pressing against her hole, circling around it twice before pushing in. She lets out a tiny moan of her own at how easily she’s able to sink it in, which makes Gerard swell with pride. She worked herself open on three fingers before she got dressed, wanting to be ready for whatever Lindsey wanted to do to her.
When her thumb slides out, it’s quickly replaced with her fingers, two of them at once, just barely grazing her prostate when she curls them down slightly. “Oh, fuck,” Gerard whines, and then spreads her thighs wider. Her cock is still trapped in the front of her tights, and the pressure it creates is enough for her to get a little friction. “Please, please… I can take it, just–”
“Shut up,” Lindsey says, and slides her fingers out. She spits on her hand and strokes her cock, just to make it a little wetter, and then leans down to spit on Gerard’s hole, watching it drip down her crack and over her balls. “I know you can take it, and you’re going to.”
Gerard can feel the silicone head of her cock pressing against her hole, catching on the rim and resting there for a moment. She takes a long, deep breath, and when she exhales, Lindsey pushes forward and sinks in. They both moan together, and Gerard reaches behind herself to grip Lindsey’s hip once she bottoms out inside her.
“Ah, oh my god,” she says, panting while Lindsey grinds against her ass, stirring her cock inside of her. “Fuck me.”
“Yeah?” Lindsey breathes out, drawing back and then pushing back in quickly, her hands resting warm and firm on Gerard’s hips. She starts up a rhythm, slow, but hard enough to make Gerard’s cock jerk and her mouth hang open in a silent scream.
“Yeah,” Gerard says, her voice high and tight. She doesn’t move, or can’t, just lays there and lets Lindsey set the pace. She’s already almost embarrassingly close, but she does her best to hold off for just a little bit longer. “You’re so deep, so… I can’t…”
Lindsey shushes her, and leans over her back again so that she can press her face into the side of her neck, hot breath fanning over Gerard’s skin. For a long while, the only sounds are the wet squelching noises of Lindsey’s cock inside of her, and her own loud moans that she can barely hear over the sound of her heart pounding in her own ears. She’s sweaty, and probably drooling again, but she can’t do anything about it.
“I’m gonna cu–um,” she finally gasps out, voice cracking, when Lindsey speeds up, angling her hips to grind against her prostate on every thrust in and pull out. “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m–”
Lindsey doesn’t falter in her thrusts, she just lets out a shaky breath against her neck and starts murmuring low and dirty right into her ear, “yeah, baby, it’s okay. Cum for me, squirt on my fucking cock. Do it.”
It’s like her words went straight into her ear and down her back, washing over her warm and heavy and then pooling between her hips, and then she’s cumming, spilling into her tights. It seeps through the thin nylon and down onto the mattress under her, leaving a small wet patch on the fabric.
Lindsey fucks her through it while all she can do is collapse forward and moan and drool into the mattress, her whole body twitching with each graze of the toy against her prostate. Eventually, she comes to a stop, sinking all the way one last time and letting her cock rest inside Gerard while she catches her breath and starts to come back down to earth.
“You did so fucking perfect,” she whispers, kissing Gerard’s shoulder and petting her side with one hand, her other arm fitting between Gerard’s stomach and the mattress to hold her close. Gerard hums in response, and then hisses when Lindsey slides out, her hole clenching at the emptiness. “I know, I’m sorry. Do you need help moving?”
“Mmhm,” Gerard hums, and Lindsey helps her stand and then lay on the bed on her back, her head propped up against the pillows. She’s a little dizzy, so she keeps her eyes closed as Lindsey gets her out of her clothes and forms a pile on the floor. She opens them again, though, when Lindsey undresses herself, because she always wants to watch.
She smiles when she sees Lindsey’s bare skin, her tattoos, only barely faded even after years of having them, standing out against her pale skin. Once her suit jacket and pants are gone, she unclips the harness and shimmies it down her hips, then steps out of it. She leaves it on the edge of the bed, and then moves over to Gerard, just in her bra.
Gerard reaches out when Lindsey straddles her thigh, her hands resting on the curves of her waist. They both lean in at the same time, lips slotting together in a slow kiss. Lindsey’s hands are in her hair, and her hips are circling against her thigh. She’s warm and wet on Gerard’s bare skin, and she tenses her thigh, pushes it up to give her a little more pressure.
“Fuck,” Lindsey breathes against her mouth, gives her one last kiss, and then pulls back so she can drop her head against her shoulder. “You’re perfect. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Gerard says, arms winding around Lindsey’s waist to hold her close. She turns her head and buries her nose in her hair, breathing in the scent of shampoo and sweat.
She knows Lindsey is close when her breaths turn heavy, her hips losing their rhythm and instead just jerking against Gerard’s thigh, grinding her clit on her. Her own thighs tense, locking around Gerard’s, and then she lets out a high moan, riding out her orgasm with long, slow rolls of her hips. She shakes and pants through it, and then comes to a stop, her body melting against Gerard’s.
They lay there like that for a while, just needing to be close, skin to skin. Gerard’s hands run up and down her back, helping to settle her when she finally gets her breath back.
When she lifts her head again, it’s to give Gerard a kiss, and then smile when she pulls back. “I’ll buy you new tights. Again.”