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Clinging to Ashes (Translucentfeathers & Erebus)

Immersed in a book about the psychological effects of nature versus nurture within a controlled environment, Marisa barely noted the time that flew by. With stacks of these leather bound texts resting at her elbow, she consumed the small print with a great hunger for the knowledge and more importantly, the distraction it offered. Every so often the realization that her ear and neck was still stinging from Cara's defilement, her ears would burn at the thought before distracting herself once more from Cara's unnecessarily seductive wiles.

What she wouldn't give for a hot shower...

About three to four hours of studying later, the distant toll of a library bell broke her away from her studying, signalling the closure of the university. Still feeling all the more frustrated, she followed her second option; bar hopping.

Marisa found her favorite place to crawl, having been best friends with the bartender at one point. She asked for a flagon of beer and drained it quick as can be. The bartender looked at her, the feat impressive and shocking; rarely had she seen the petite girl down alcohol so vigorously, much less ask for another then another until the brunette-blonde was staggering around the club. With her tongue loosened, she was apparently a goddess at propositions, a sleazy looking guy with a beard offering to buy her a drink to which the drunk blonde insinuated at something a little less playful and a little more physical.

Marisa stumbled back to her apartment latched on this stranger’s arm as he attempted to press kisses into her flesh. Particular enough as she was, Marisa was too light a drinker and incredibly easy to influence. She fumbled with the door keys, missing the twist a couple of times before finding success and almost fell through the door. Thoughts of her roommate returned as she called out “I’m home,” her voice was slurred, the exact opposite of what might have been expected of her.

Her companion for the evening looked too satisfied, believing he had landed the right woman for the night even as Marisa stalked towards the sofa where Cara lay and nudged her with her foot. “So just what was it you implying before?” She asked aggressively, breath reeking of alcohol, gesturing at her smirking companion.
 
The nudge to conciousness had Cara's eyes fluttering open as she noticed Marisa standing over her. With a casual long, lithe stretch she eyed the woman with a slightly sleepy smirk. "When do you mean, Marisa?" She asked as she arched an eyebrow. "If you are talking about the moment in the kitchen where I said I wanted to bend you over the table, well..." Cara let out a low sleepy laugh. "I don't know how else you could have taken it other than an offer for a quick fuck to relieve some tension."

It took Cara a moment or several to fully awaken, and when she did she noticed the slightly haggard and flushed appearance that Marisa had, the slurred words and aggressiveness of her tone and gesturing having her break out into a slight fit of laughter. "Oh, hell, you're shit faced aren't you? Damn, I have had a lot of reactions to my propositioning people before but never seen someone flee in terror only to get smashed and bring home-" Wait, she brought someone home, Cara realized when she noticed the large dark shape of a man looming nearby.

Her gaze flickered over to the bearded fellow who was standing in the room and positively leering at Marisa. She recognized the debasing dark looks he gave Cara's new roommate and while she wasn't against drunken nights of debauchery she wasn't going to let herself be the cause of Marisa being rough handled because she pushed the poor woman into making a fool hearty and inebriated decision. Plus the guy just looked like a general creep and sent off so many red flags just in his mannerisms and appearance that even she wouldn't be willing to fuck him, and that was saying something.

Cara sat up and rose to her feet, walking past Marisa to motion the guy to the door, "Look, no offense, the beard is very cute and all but my friend clearly isn't in her right head at the moment and you gotta take a hike. I got cash for a cab if you need it but you aren't getting anything else," she said firmly. She knew she wasn't all that intimidating, her hair unkempt and like she had taken a tumble in the dryer, the panties and large thin shirt likely not helping, but she kept her voice hard and her expression firm as she focused on kicking this brutish fellow out.
 
Marisa truly was, as Cara had put it so delicately, completely shit-faced. She could barely see straight and it was a wonder she had managed to stagger her way back home, though she had her companion to thank for that. After slurring out her address, he had been pleasant enough to walk her back. Her pale skin was flushed cherry red as she glared vehemently at the yawning, grinning blonde who had nothing better to do but sleep on her couch like some wretch. "I don't need you to relieve tension," she proclaimed loudly, stepping back uncertainly, her wide eyes darting for her white knight.

It was almost an impossibility, the way the blonde-brunette acted under the influence of alcohol. Inhibitions had truly been tossed into the wind and scattered by the roadside as she twisted her shirt beneath her slender fingers, having lost her jacket somewhere in the rowdy club. The bearded male muttered something about her idea and simply helping beneath his breath, sulking as Cara stalked up to him. Marisa was busying herself with studying her fingers multiplying beneath her intoxicated gaze.

"You sure?" He replied gruffly, rolling his eyes and jabbing a thumb toward Marisa with a roll of his eyes. "From what I heard, she doesn't seem to like you very much." He grinned, his body reeking of weed and a copious amount of booze consumed on his own. Besides, the girl in front of him didn't seem all too dangerous in the slightest. He reached out and pulled Marisa toward his lanky form with a quick jerk, the girl grunting as she stumbled and fell against him. "Unless you wanna join?"

Marisa, though completely smashed, still had the wherewithal to pull herself away from his sweaty shirt and pointed accusingly. "She hates me," the smaller girl declared, shaking her head vigorously. "Absolutely detests me. It's obvious, right?" It was also obvious that she had been ranting to her latest 'flame' about said roommate, Marisa being the kind of girl to glue herself onto a problem until she solved it and so far, she planned on finding a more permanent solution for dealing with the blonde, excluding illegal methods, of course... though they had certainly been brought up much to the male's amusement.
 
Cara's eyes narrowed on Marisa when the other woman continued to talk, rolling her eyes. "I never said you needed me to relieve tension, hence why it was simply an offer. And it didn't warrant you rushing off to find the first schmuck who was willing to split your legs to prove it to me."

Cara returned her gaze to the tall gentleman and her eyes narrowed when he made the offer to let her join them. "All right, jackass, offer for taxi money has been rescinded. Out. Now." She turned her green gaze to Marisa and her continued rantings to this overgrown lumberjack. She knew she was the shortest of the three by far, but it didn't keep stop her from grabbing the blonde-brunettes wrist when Marisa pointed at her, using her grip to yank the other woman away from the man before dropping it to tug open the door and incline her head with a angry look. "Get, out now, before I call the landlord and have you removed."

She watched him shrug and mutter something akin to it not being worth the trouble before casting them both a look and stalking out. Cara slammed the door shut behind him and flipped the lock, a hand coming up rub her eyes quietly before glancing over at Marisa. "You realize a simple no would have been enough right? You didn't need to go get drunk and stumble back here with that ape to put on a show."
 
It took a surprising amount of time for Marisa to fully understand what was going on when she was hauled back into her roommate's vicinity, her ability to comprehend even the most basic of situations sorely lacking. She did note Cara's hand around her flushed skin briefly before being removed, the door clicking open; the rush of cold air was inviting in the stifling heat but before long it was gone, and with it, her chance to prove her insufferable roommate wrong.

The blonde-brunette felt a strange anger course through her, the same feeling that sat festering like a sore at the very back of her brain as she drank her wits away. Being in the same room as the shorter blonde, sighing as if in disappointment, acting as if she wasn't to blame for this whole ordeal... well, the last straw had been plucked long ago and Marisa found herself moving before she could think about it.

She surged forward, a lithe package of tense, bundled nerves and repressed irritation as she pulled Cara's hand from her eyes, capturing the other wrist with surprising strength and slamming her against the nearest solid surface. Fragile as she looked, the mere fact that she had taken her roommate by surprise would be enough to trap Cara's body firmly against her own and the poor door.

"You want a show?" Marisa growled, her eyes gleaming in the dim light, her face mere inches away from the blonde's own and a single second of clarity and hesitation passed before she closed the distance and crushed her lips against Cara's in a rough, searing kiss.
 
Cara found herself being slammed against the front door, her eyes widening in shock, almost unable to believe Marisa's actions despite her being drunk. She heard the other girls growled words and the questioning thread behind them before the other woman seemed to think on it for a moment before rushing in to seal their mouths together in a rough, heated kiss.

Cara's eyes widened before she sank into the kiss with a soft moan, her free hand coming up to tangle in the Marisa's two toned hair to keep her from breaking it as Cara traced her tongue over the others lips, teeth tugging on the soft swell of her bottom lip, begging for entrance. She felt herself melt a little into the firm body pressing along her own, caging her and pinning her against the firm surface. It was an absolute favorite of hers to get manhandled and now that she knew she could provoke that sort of reaction from the other woman by pushing her? She intended to use it.

After a few moments she broke the kiss to breathe, eyes sliding shut as she felt her chest rise and fall in heavy motions against the tight curve and swell of Marisa's breasts where their torso's were pressed into one another. Her eyes opened a moment later and she smirked a bit, "C'mon now, a little sweet kiss is what you call a show? C'mon, I want more." Cara's hand slipped from the woman's hair to tug her in closer to steal another kiss, a single leg slipping up to curl around Marisa's hips and drag them closer together.
 
If Marisa felt any shred of embarrassment, it was currently shriveled and consumed by the sheer amount of emotion pumping through her blood. A definite arousal brought by the copious amount of alcohol mingled with her desire to both throttle and make out with her coworker was an incredibly potent martini and one she never thought she'd touch in her rigorously planned life-time.

She gripped the blonde's wrist tightly, carefully trimmed nails digging into the pliant skin as she almost looked to break the door down judging by the force in which she pushed her roommate against it. Her attention was drawn to the firm grip weaving through her unbound hair. It was beyond her to consciously give Cara the upper hand in this encounter, forgoing that almost innocent lip-lock in comparison to the lusty way in which deepened the kiss.

It burned her to know that not only was Cara enjoying this, having recovered from the initial shock easily, but the idea that her roommate was deliberately egging her on with that mocking tone riddled in her voice... she decided not to entertain the vexing blonde's incessant blathering. She allowed the kiss to pass, swallowing their breaths in another display of pure aggravation fueled hour after hour.

Her free hand came to clutch roughly at the girl's hips, the thin fabric of Cara's underwear leaving little to the imagination at the slim curve of the slender girl's form. When the need for air grew too powerful to ignore, Marisa pulled away, chest heaving; amber eyes dilated and dark before she broached the meager distance once again and ran her tongue over the blonde's lips before biting down on the plump flesh mercilessly.
 
"Damn," she breathed with a slight gasp. Talk about your quiet ones, Cara thought to herself. The firm, thick front door felt cold against the backs of her thighs and the smooth painted surface was harsh and ungiving as she felt her entire body getting shoved into the wooden surface roughly as Marisa seemed intent on breaking the thing down with Cara's body.

The tight grip on her wrist, the sharp bite of nails had her arching slightly in the hold, the hand she had tangled in the other girls hair tightened marginally, long fingers knotting in the soft locks before loosening as she slipped the hand down, seeking out the hem of the shirt Marisa wore. In a few moments, long fingers were smoothing over the flat of Marisa's abdomen, smoothing up in a firm drag to find her breasts, searching out those heaving swells of flesh, intent on molding the supple mounds in the palm of her hand despite whatever bra may or may not be in her way.

Cara let out a soft cry at the sharp bite to her bottom lip, her hips rocking up against Marisa's as she used the leg hitched around the other woman's waist to rut against the other woman's hips, rolling into her, seeking out a little friction. She sealed her mouth to Marisa's, lips locking around the other woman's firmly as Cara ran her tongue over the soft supple lips beneath hers, begging for entrance.
 
Marisa groaned thickly into the heavy, impassioned kiss; her thoughts were hazy, saturated with an odd sort of lust. The smell of shampoo and heat cloyed her senses, the distinct of scent of smoke and nicotine pushed to the wayside as she finally opened her mouth, eager to deepen the lip-lock. This time she held back another moan as a hot hand pressed itself against her belly, curious hands darting up to her bra and kneading her supple breasts over the simple lace. She mirrored the girl's movements, forgoing subtlety and dragging the girl's over-sized sweater up just below her roommate's bosom, trapping the fabric between their bodies, fingertips dancing over a well-defined rib-cage to the small of the blonde's back.

"You're noisy," she hissed, offering another sharp bite against that lush bottom lip as if it might quieten her roommate though really, the sound of Cara's lust-riddled voice stoked the flames to even higher heights. Her hand finally released its death grip on the girl's wrist in favor of trailing her fingers over the blonde's upraised leg, raking over the pale flesh lightly before hiking it further up her torso.

She felt the smaller girl grind against the thigh pressed between her roommate's own and with nothing but the thin fabric of the blonde's underwear getting in the way, Marisa had to swallow a growl of approval at just how wet Cara was. She rocked her hips in turn, settling for a consistent pace as she broke away from the kiss, though never breaking contact with the other's flushed skin as she reattached her lips against the curve of the blonde's jawline, taking her time to nip and nibble her way down the slender column of Cara's neck and throat.
 
"You like it," she countered easily, her eyes slipping shut when she felt her shirt getting dragged up to rest just under her breasts. Cara let out a soft pleased noise at the nails dragging over her thigh, her other leg shaking slightly as she felt Marisa hitch the one wrapped around the other woman's slender waist a bit higher, spreading her and forcing her to offer a greater surface area to grind against.

Cara's head fell back against the door with a thud when she felt the steady, rough rocking motions of the other woman's thigh and hips grinding against her own, the damp cloth of her panties becoming more wet with each passing sweep and push of friction. She felt like her blood was boiling, those hands searing her skin. With a groan she jerked away, pulling her neck from Marisa's ministrations to wrench the cursed shirt she wore off before she leaned her now nearly naked, save for the delicate black cotton panties she wore, form agsinst the cold wooden door at her back, chest heaving as she licked her lips a bit.

"You are wearing too much," she breathed, fingers latching quickly around the other womans shirt, tugging it roughly to try and coax the other woman into removing it. "C'mon," she purred with a hungry half lidded gaze.
 
All things considering, Cara wasn't wrong but Marisa would never allow the fact be known, not while she drew breath even if said lungfuls tasted of alcohol. Her fingertips pushed against those pliant mounds, kneading against them inconsistently even as the blonde pulled away - a feat she would have been amazed by, considering the lack of distance on both fronts - and all but ripped her loose shirt from her figure. A smirk danced on her preoccupied lips as she brushed her digits over those firm peaks, exposed to both open air and the taller girl's unbridled ministrations.

At the mention of her own clothing, Marisa was almost offended. She might have considered it but her plan would too easily backfire. Though at the rate of things, she could hardly remember. She made her choice, unwrapping the other's leg from her hips as she pulled away though she allowed little room for Cara to protest by tugging her forward into another kiss. Hopefully distracting her roommate from her own clothing, she dragged both their bodies to the table, the very one the blonde had invaded her personal space with her provocative statements. She only hoped the irony wasn't lost on the lusty girl.

She bit Cara's lower lip in a parting gift before spinning her around, one hand grasping at the girl's bosom whilst the other landed against her hip. She'd long since thrown caution to the wind, falling completely to her perverse imagination after stealing away the first taste. Marisa pressed her clothed front against the blonde slender back, her lips against the girl's ear in a hot nip and hiss. "Why don't you bend over for me instead?"
 
The cold air hit her exposed breasts and her back arched slightly at the feeling of those fingers slipping over her breasts, the palming and kneading had a soft sigh escaping her lips. Cara frowned when she felt Marisa remove her leg and start to slip away, breaking off the heated kisses and tight embrace between them. It had her hungry for more and her hands reached out to try and snare in the girls shirt to drag Marisa back in, sealing her mouth over those plump tempting lips of the other woman, taking the kiss she wanted.

Marisa was moving them, shifting them across the room and pulling Cara away from the door. It was a bit of a shock for her, though when she realized where they were. Cara pulled away for air, gasping slightly as she glanced around. Marisa had pulled Cara over to the table her roommate had been working at before when rhe blonde had teased the other woman the first time at just hours before.

Cara glanced up at Marisa, arching an eyebrow when suddenly teeth were closing over her bottom lip again and she felt her body start melt against Marisa's. The moment was gone as soon as it had started and she found herself facing the table, Marisa's words echoing in her ear. The irony wasn't lost on her and she hummed softly in appreciation.

The firm grip on her hip, the other hand closing around her breasts that was all wonderful. Cara shivered at the feeling Marisa's clothed form pressing up against her from behind and she rolled her hips back playfully against the other woman. The table looked inviting, she had to admit. Cara normally was not the one who was doing the bending of her partners, taking charge and demanding, the flip? Finding herself on the other side of things was more enjoyable than she thought it would have been to begin with.

With a slight smirk, she braced her hands on the table not truly folowing the direction while arching her body back against Marisa. "All right," she said in a teasing voice, glancing back at the other woman over her shoulder, egging the other girl on, pushing at Marisa's need to be in control and have others listen and do as she said.
 
Marisa, as per usual, ignored the other's purring tone. She busied herself with peppering the side of the girl's neck with bruising kisses, sure to leave raw pink marks come the morning. Marisa tended to each bite with softer kisses though never lingered in favor for further ventures. She pressed against the junction between neck and shoulder, appreciating the scent of fresh shampoo and the lack of faint smoke the blonde's kisses tasted of. Not that she could truthfully say she disliked drawing out lusty moans from her roommate, but feeling the girl squirm beneath her touch was a whole different experience.

Her hand flattened against the burning surface of the blonde's taut stomach, thumb stroking against the light evidence of muscle before slipping her digits against the skimpy blank panties. She brushed along her roommate's pubic bone, roaming up to lightly claw at Cara's hip bone before pulling the other's undergarment down just a little. It didn't bother her that her roommate refused to bend herself fully over the table, finding this position more than agreeable.

"For someone so insistent to take the lead," she whispered, her lips ghosting over marked flesh as she kissed the girl's shoulders roughly, "you certainly like giving it up." Her waist pressed against the other's body, pushing her against the cold edge insistently as Marisa continued to massage the blonde's bosom with surprisingly expert precision. Despite her almost virginal demeanor, she had experience enough to draw on, though she'd never been so rough in the past. Marisa found she liked it.

Her nails scraped against the girl's skin before slipping her hand in the space between fabric and dripping flesh, fingers dipping against her roommate's embarrassingly desperate folds though not yet giving Cara the satisfaction of actual contact. She teased at moments to come, tweaking a turgid peak between her fingers before resuming her constant kneading, kissing her way back to just behind the girl's sensitive ear.
 
The way Marisa was kissing the side of Cara's neck and her shoulders left the blonde swallowing back a groan, knowing she would be littered with light marks come morning. The hand smoothing down the flat of her stomach had her back bowing slightly, pressing back against the waist of the girl behind her, Cara's body trembing slightly as Marisa's other hand worked the swells of her breasts, teasing them.

Her underwear was getting tugged down slightly and she felt heat flare under her skin from the kisses and the contrast of the cool edge of the table she was being pressed against. It had her slumping slightly, her head falling between her braced hands to rest her forehead against to solid wood as her body arched again, trying to find the words to respond to Marisa's taunting.

The scratch of nails across skin had her body tensing before that hand delved lower, dipping between Cara's legs, beneath the loose cloth of her underwear that had been dragged down low. Cara's breathing hitched, catching in her throat when Marisa denied her contact, instead teasing her breasts beneath a firm hand. She wanted more, needed more; Cara's hips arched and rolled slightly, grinding back against Marisa's while trying to find some friction against the hand hovering, teasing, over her sex.

Cara squirmed, writhing underneath Marisa's ministrations as soft noises tripped out of her mouth. "What...what can I say," she finally managed to get out in a breathless voice, "I don't normally."
 
With the creamy expanse of Cara's bared back as her oyster, the brunette-blonde wasted little time, pressing timely kisses around the girl's shoulder blades. Her lips followed the natural curve of muscle and bone alike, deviating only to growl at her roommate's salacious response to her touch. She continued to paw roughly at the other's bosom; a lack of sobriety also came with empty subtlety, foregoing gentleness for raw, if clumsy, passion.

It didn't surprise her that the girl had little experience in way of being shoved down, but it did surprise Marisa to know just how receptive she was to it. Despite having shoved Cara against the table, she endeavored to press further forward; her hips fit snugly against the blonde's, the texture of her pants likely rough against the other's skin.

"Nothing," Marisa replied to the rhetorical askance, slim digits gliding between the blonde's velvet smooth folds as she licked at another reddening bite. "Like I said..." the aftercare was quickly undone by another firm bite applied alongside, repeating the motion without much thought. She licked her lips before returning to ravish her demure roommate's earlobe.

"... you talk too much." She finalized her statement with a quick thrust of her fingers, finally pressing into that slick depth with a husky purr. She could have said more, could have told the blonde just how wet and wanting she was but truthfully, Marisa no longer had the ability to formulate proper words when she felt the girl's passion hot against her skin. She waited only for the briefest of moments before setting up an agonizingly slow pace, pressing herself against the other girl's body without a moment's pause.
 
Cara felt her body jerk forward when those clothed hips pressed firmly to hers, the fabric felt rough and ragged against the sensitive heated skin. With a moan she pushed back, grinding back against the woman behind her and the snug fit of their curved forms slotting together so deliciously. The blonde's breath was coming quicker now and she tipped her head to offer the other woman better access to her ear and neck. The rough grabbing and handling of her breast had her whimpering between grit teeth, loving the way that Marisa was taking what she wanted, molding and squeezing the firm swell of flesh beneath her palm and fingers.

Cara was about to bite out a smart retort to her roommate but the slide of those fingers along her sex had her mind blanking, momentarily throwing the blonde. Suddenly the sharp upward bend and thrust of those lithe fingers yanked a gasp out of her, Cara's body trembling when Marisa breached her. She felt herself clench around the slim intrusions, body responding to the pace the woman above her, behind her, set. As her eyes slid shut her body fell, laying on the cool surface of the table, abdomen tightly in response to the slow even pace.

Cara shifted, choked noises of pleasure tripping out of her mouth as she struggled to continue grinding her hips back againsr Marisa's before then pushing forward into those deep, searching fingers. She wanted more, needed more and began begging for release. "Shit, please Marisa...just a bit rougher...a bit faster..." Anything, she thought, to get some release.
 
Marisa's knack for micromanagement was obvious in the way she attempted to control every bit of Cara's body; to the way the blonde writhed beneath her touch, to the way she was all but forced down against the table, she might have very well been in her element. It was Cara's fault, she told herself, for initiating the contact which had all but evaporated her patience. Yet she found herself reacting to the other's heavy breaths, her own coming fast and powerful as the euphoria of control took over her most basest of needs.

She flicked at a turgid peak before rolling it beneath her fingers, tugging lightly and reaffirming her roommate's place as she sunk neatly clipped nails into those supple mounds. She felt the girl's walls constrict around her and the way Cara's hips gyrated against her brought a light grin to her lips. The back of her wrist bumped against the table constantly but it wasn't enough to deter her. The blonde was enjoying herself, that much Marisa could tell, but she continued that languid pace with satisfaction. Every groan that reverberated from the other's throat was music to her ears.

A satisfaction that only grew as Cara's desperation became more prominent, both by the frantic friction against her pelvis and at the constant flow of honey dripping down her digits. She purred against hot skin, her lips never relenting against the girl's shoulder blades, alternating between kisses and bites. "You're in no position to ask that..." She muttered though even so, she lost herself in the movement. Beads of sweat rolled down her clothed back as she shifted against the other, searching for another heady moan when she finally relented.

The heel of her palm ground roughly against the blonde as she quickened her pace, the onslaught of urgency hitting her suddenly as she bit down roughly, adding a third finger to that slick depth. Her other hand ghosting up to clutch the girl's chin tightly. Lifting her head up from the metallic surface if only to cement the authority she had, she curled her digits, brushing along those sensitive walls as she thrusted, hitting that sweet spot time and time again.
 
Cara gasped, moans beginning to slip out of her lips with abandon when she felt that hand gripping her breast tightly, manipulating the flesh beneath her palm, tugging and sinking those nails into her skin. The groan cut out, hands scrambling across the smooth flat table top as she searched for some type of purchase. She squirmed under Marisa, in the hold she had found herself manipulated into. The grip on her breast, those fingers slowly thrusting into her sex, those lips at her upper back and Marisa's own body pressing her down, pinning almost pinning her.

For a moment Cara thought Marisa was truly just going to torture, tease and torment her forever, the way Marisa told her she was in no position to ask for anything had thkse fears grow. The idea that she was just going to keep up this slow, even pace and she whimpered at the idea of being edged endlessly. Marisa's hand picked up the pace though, those fingers beginning to thrust into faster, pushing her to teeter along in her arousal blindly as she let out a few choked noises.

The way she was being controlled, manipulated, from the body pressing tightly down against hers, the series of bites, licks and kisses pressed into and over her shoulder blades had her eyes shutting tightly as she trembled beneath the onslaught. A sharp cry cut out of her when she felt the heel of Marisa's palm begin to grind into her along with the rough, quickened pace. Suddenly she felt Marisa's other hand close around the angle of her jaw, yanking Cara's head back and the movement paired with the grinding and curling of those delicious fingers threw her over the edge, a wordless cry just short of a scream ushering in an orgasm that had her body practically vibrating, clenching tightly around those fingers, hips bucking against Marisa's palm as she panted, trying to steady herself and come down from the high. "Shit, Marisa..."
 

There was no feeling comparable to the satisfaction she felt when the blonde convulsed around her fingers, her wet walls almost suctioning against her slowing thrusts. She could feel the other's juices slip down her wrist and coating her fingers in bittersweet nectar. She didn't relent even as Cara twisted and gyrated her hips against the blonde-brunette, continuing that consistent pace even as that spine-shivering admission of pleasure came from her insufferable partner.

"Hmm?" Marisa replied with a hidden smirk; her roommate's breathlessness said it all. She retracted her sticky fingers, digits coated in the girl's lust as she dragged a moist trail over Cara's hips, thrumming over a heaving rib cage before circling the blonde's lips, encouraging the roommate have taste of just how perverse she truly was. But she quickly grew impatient with that idea, and hauled the other up with surprising strength, turning her around so that Cara's backside pressed against the table instead. "Maybe this will make you think twice next time." She growled, offering another biting kiss to her roommate's lips.

But it had been too long and the alcohol decided to make itself known again. "You're coming with me." She purred, grabbing and pulling the girl forcefully away from the table. Marisa dragged her over to the coach, all but throwing the other onto it; not so much a cuddling person as she was attempting to further cement her point by literally hugging Cara against herself in her roomate's state of undress and pass out promptly after.
 
As she came down, body shuddering in pleasure, Cara let out a few soft breaths at the slick wet trail being traced up her hips, her ribs, until the fingers doing so were pressing at her lips. The blonde sucked Marisa's fingers into her mouth, tongue swirling around those long, slender digits with a hum as she lapped up any trace of her release from the other woman. Before she could finish those fingers were removed and she found herself spun around, facing Marisa as her body was pushed back against the table with a startled, breathless noise.

The growled threat followed with the sharp kiss had Cara melting before she found herself being manhandled yet again, body getting wrenched away from the table and dragged along wit Marisa and her commanding tone, leaving no room for debate. The shove sent her sprawling onto the couch, her breasts bouncing softly as she fell onto the cushions, an eyebrow arching when Marisa promptly joined her, dragging Cara into a tight embrace.

The morning would be awkward, she was certain of this what with her naked, save the thin pair of dark underwear hugging her hips with Marisa latched to her, having promptle passed out. The girl was going to have a hangover which made Cara even more certain that the morning would be ugly. But that was going to be the morning, for now she simply wound her arms around Cara and leaned her head back as she focused on trying to fall asleep as well.
 
Morning was not kind to her.

Marisa groaned against a pillow, her face was pressed against the soft cushion of the couch and every time she tried to move, she found her limbs obstructed. The light that seeped through the cracks of her eyelids encouraged the sore headache hammering away at her thoughts as memories of last night filtered through piece by fragmented piece. The flashback took her all the way back to the library, where she'd sorted out volumes of an encyclopedia in numerical order. It whisked her to the bar, ordering her first drink, the smell of cheap cologne pressed against her... then to the familiar sight of home, the blonde...

Cara. Cara. Suddenly the memories came back in the form of a pink flood flushed onto her cheeks. She struggled up, wriggling her arms and legs. She turned her head, her limbs entangled between her sleeping roommate's own, naked save for her undergarments. It was far too early to have a panic attack but she could feel one coming fast and quick. She wrenched away and promptly rolled to the ground, groaning as her head protested painfully at the impact. She could hardly imagine the conversation that would follow and desperately hoped that the blonde would forget it ever happened.

With that, she crawled away, staggering up to drown herself in hot water. She turned on the shower prematurely, stripping her clothes off as she waited for it to heat up. Looking at her reflection, the image that greeted her wasn't pretty. Her dark hair was in a mess, her eyes bloodshot and her lips chapped. She smelled of sweat, booze and, well, sex. Intimidating marks littered her stomach, light enough that it wasn't an issue but the fact that they existed... Marisa all but jumped into the shower and intended to stay there for the next hour or ten.
 
It was a slow crawl to conciousness, Cara feeling Marissa stiffen and then struggle away from her only to stagger off to rhe bathroom had been expected, and as soon as the other was out of the room Cara opened her eyes. She chuckled slightly at her roommates obvious displeasure over last nights activities and the blonde leaned up, eyes scanning down the hall to the bathroom door. Perhaps she should return the favor, just barge into the bathroom and take her own turn, her own enjoyment. Cara climbed to her feet, fingers snatching up only her shirt as she approached the bathroom door, tugging the fabric on over her head.

When she got to the door she knocked loudly, loud enough it was sure to be at least slightly painful of an exprience for the hungover woman on the other side. "Oh, Roooomie," Cara hummed, opening the door and slipping inside with that cheerful sing song voice and a wicked grin. "How we holding up this morning, Marisa?" She asked, pretending to busy herself at the sink, focusing on brushing her teeth, washing her face and runnig her long fingers through the mess of hair while her roommate showered.

Cara noticed the towel hanging on the peg nearby the shower, a hand reaching out to snatch it up and toss easily into the hallway on the floor while Marisa focused on bathing. A brief kick to the door sent it shutting with a dull thud. "Figure we could talk about last night."
 
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