(I read this prompt as femslash, is that okay? Explicit sex with some bdsm-ish elements.)
She pressed Sara against the wall, pulling at Sara's blouse so hard it ripped.
"Sorry, accident," Alex mumbled as she went in for a kiss.
Sara pushed back, a hand on Alex's breastbone. She smirked, "It might have been an accident, but I don't believe you're sorry."
"You're right, I hated that shirt," Alex said and stepped backward toward the bed, pulling Sara along with her until they toppled onto the mattress, Sara almost falling atop her.
They slowed, Sara leaning down to lay kisses across her collarbone.
She tensed suddenly. It reminded her of something.
"You're not thinking of him right now, are you?" she asked.
"Neal?" Sara said, "Please, did you really think I'd prefer him over you?" She lifted Alex's leg, sending her skirt around her waist, and kissed the inner-thigh side of Alex's knee.
"You were smitten for a while," Alex teased, only half joking.
"We had fun for a while," Sara corrected before sucking a bruise into Alex's thigh. Alex bit her lip but couldn't stop the moan. Soon, Sara mouth moved closer, and closer, until her tongue and finges were inside of her, moving deftly as Alex grabbed the sheets for purchase.
Alex's nerves started sparking, and she grew closer and closer, but at the last minute, Sara stopped and said, breathlessly, "Do you know why I wanted to go out with Neal?"
"What? Wh-why?" Alex wondered why she was stopping, what kind of awful game this was.
Sara smirked, "I was impressed. Even when I was furious, and obsessed with taking him down, I was impressed. He was the only one who ever outsmarted me on an item as precious as the Raphael." She smiled as her fingers continued to press in exquisite rhythms on Alex's clit.
"Oh," Alex said, building up, only marginally aware of what Sara was saying.
"Of course, then I figured out that Neal was just covering for the friend who actually stole the Raphael," Sara said, and brought her mouth back down to Alex, bringing her off quickly.
Shit, Alex thought, right before she rode a wave of trembling ecstasy that left her spent.
She wanted nothing more than to lie there, motionless and happy and resting then, but Sara lay next to her, smug looking, and whispered in her ear, "I like you, Alex. I like you so much that next time we do this, I'm going to get you close, again and again and again, until you beg me to let you come, until you want my mouth so desperately that you're desperate to give me my painting for it."
Alex looked over at her. It was appealing, this side of Sara, she had to admit. But Alex was no Neal Caffrey. Being turned on by it didn't mean that she would let Sara get away with thinking it.
"No," Alex said, willing her breath and voice to sound steady, "You couldn't wait to do that, and we both know it. So here's how it's going to go. You are going to do that every time I tell you I want it. You are going to do other things for me, too, things you never thought you'd do for anyone. And maybe we'll fall in love and maybe we'll just have fun, but either way, when I'm done with you, you'll think of me every time you come for the rest of your life. I'm going to corrupt you in ever possible sense of the word, and you're going to love it, but even when I've made you something else entirely, even when you've given me everything and then some, I'm STILL not going to give you the Raphael."
Sara stared at her, outrage just barely outdone by lust, and her eyes darkened as Alex grabbed her hair and pushed her head once more between Alex's legs.
"Now be a good girl and maybe you'll get to come tonight too," Alex said, smiling like she knew something Sara didn't.
Sara gripped Alex's legs hard enough to bruise and looked at Alex defiantly. But she did as she was told.
FILL
She pressed Sara against the wall, pulling at Sara's blouse so hard it ripped.
"Sorry, accident," Alex mumbled as she went in for a kiss.
Sara pushed back, a hand on Alex's breastbone. She smirked, "It might have been an accident, but I don't believe you're sorry."
"You're right, I hated that shirt," Alex said and stepped backward toward the bed, pulling Sara along with her until they toppled onto the mattress, Sara almost falling atop her.
They slowed, Sara leaning down to lay kisses across her collarbone.
She tensed suddenly. It reminded her of something.
"You're not thinking of him right now, are you?" she asked.
"Neal?" Sara said, "Please, did you really think I'd prefer him over you?" She lifted Alex's leg, sending her skirt around her waist, and kissed the inner-thigh side of Alex's knee.
"You were smitten for a while," Alex teased, only half joking.
"We had fun for a while," Sara corrected before sucking a bruise into Alex's thigh. Alex bit her lip but couldn't stop the moan. Soon, Sara mouth moved closer, and closer, until her tongue and finges were inside of her, moving deftly as Alex grabbed the sheets for purchase.
Alex's nerves started sparking, and she grew closer and closer, but at the last minute, Sara stopped and said, breathlessly, "Do you know why I wanted to go out with Neal?"
"What? Wh-why?" Alex wondered why she was stopping, what kind of awful game this was.
Sara smirked, "I was impressed. Even when I was furious, and obsessed with taking him down, I was impressed. He was the only one who ever outsmarted me on an item as precious as the Raphael." She smiled as her fingers continued to press in exquisite rhythms on Alex's clit.
"Oh," Alex said, building up, only marginally aware of what Sara was saying.
"Of course, then I figured out that Neal was just covering for the friend who actually stole the Raphael," Sara said, and brought her mouth back down to Alex, bringing her off quickly.
Shit, Alex thought, right before she rode a wave of trembling ecstasy that left her spent.
She wanted nothing more than to lie there, motionless and happy and resting then, but Sara lay next to her, smug looking, and whispered in her ear, "I like you, Alex. I like you so much that next time we do this, I'm going to get you close, again and again and again, until you beg me to let you come, until you want my mouth so desperately that you're desperate to give me my painting for it."
Alex looked over at her. It was appealing, this side of Sara, she had to admit. But Alex was no Neal Caffrey. Being turned on by it didn't mean that she would let Sara get away with thinking it.
"No," Alex said, willing her breath and voice to sound steady, "You couldn't wait to do that, and we both know it. So here's how it's going to go. You are going to do that every time I tell you I want it. You are going to do other things for me, too, things you never thought you'd do for anyone. And maybe we'll fall in love and maybe we'll just have fun, but either way, when I'm done with you, you'll think of me every time you come for the rest of your life. I'm going to corrupt you in ever possible sense of the word, and you're going to love it, but even when I've made you something else entirely, even when you've given me everything and then some, I'm STILL not going to give you the Raphael."
Sara stared at her, outrage just barely outdone by lust, and her eyes darkened as Alex grabbed her hair and pushed her head once more between Alex's legs.
"Now be a good girl and maybe you'll get to come tonight too," Alex said, smiling like she knew something Sara didn't.
Sara gripped Alex's legs hard enough to bruise and looked at Alex defiantly. But she did as she was told.