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Slightly awkward first time sex 1/1
Date: 2015-10-21 07:10 pm (UTC)*
Jolyne slumped on the bench outside, staring up at the blue sky as her breathing settled. She was sweaty from a game of basketball that had just finished, and the light breeze over the prison courtyard felt good on her skin, cooling it down just enough to be comfortable.
The exercise was almost enough to get rid of the edgy tension she'd been feeling lately. Soon, they'd be ushered in again, though, and the knowledge made her feel... itchy. She huffed irritably, frowning at the open sky.
Beside her, she could feel the wooden rails of the bench shift as a weight settled on them, and then Hermes' lightly amused, drawling tones:
”Stressed? Not that I can blame you,” she said, not without sympathy.
”Yeah,” Jolyne replied with a gusty sigh, sitting up properly and pulling her legs under her. Her bangs, sweaty as they were, flopped into her eyes and she pulled them back with a small growl. ”Ugh. Everything is just so frustrating!” she exclaimed.
”Uhuh,” Hermes replied distractedly.
She was leaning back on the bench, one arm thrown over the backrest. Her profile was regal against the backdrop of the sky and the distant prison wall, bare shoulders and arms muscled and angular. Jolyne shivered, a twist of heat in her lower stomach, and then felt vaguely guilty for oggling her friend.
She realized Hermes was meeting her gaze with an inquisite rise of her eyebrows. She smiled, a quick, slightly sharp grin.
”Feeling the lack of privacy?” Hermes asked, teasingly, though her eyes were too warm for it to be mocking. Jolyne smacked her lightly on the arm anyway.
”Of course I am,” she huffed. ”We're watched almost all the time... and when it's not the damn guards it's Guess and she's almost worse!” she complained, warming to the subject. It would have been embarrassing, only some months ago, but that was before the prison. Jolyne wasn't sure she could be embarrassed by much, at this point.
Hermes chuckled. They sat in silence for a bit, and then she said, almost off-handedly:
”You know, those rules about everyone needing to be in their cell by lock up? As long as they have the right number of people in each, they can ignore who it is... if you ask the right person and hand them enough money.”
”Oh?” Jolyne said, with a small frisson of excitement.
”I mean, I could swap with Guess and listen to some music if you like... if that's what you'd prefer.”
Hermes still sounded casual, but when Jolyne glanced over she could see a certain light tension in her posture now, and a fixedness of her gaze. Like she was very intentionally trying to look relaxed.
Jolyne took a sudden breath. Oh. So this was happening? She hadn't really considered... well, maybe she had. But not seriously. Not as something that might really happen. She hadn't really ever liked another girl like that either, at least not enough to act on. But it wasn't just that there weren't any guys here she was interested in... probably.
Maybe she was feeling a bit desperate, but she also liked Hermes. She had been willing to try to help Jolyne even when they barely knew each other, and they had fought together and would no doubt do again in the future. Besides, she was... attractive, both in personality and looks, Jolyne thought, with a glance at Hermes. Who was still studiously trying to look not-nervous.
Jolyne was glad she wasn't the only one with some jitters, here.
”Is that what you want?” she asked frankly, hoping the invitation was conveyed. Eh, to hell with subtlety. ”Or, you know, we could help each other out.” Ok, that was still kind of embarrassing to say outright.
Hermes looked at her with wide eyes for a moment, and then she threw her head back and laughed until she had tears in her eyes.
”Oh, yeah, I could do that,” she said eventually, with a crooked grin, and right then Foo returned with a filled water bottle and wanted to know what was so funny. Hermes sputtered and they ended up telling lame jokes and explaining them to Foo until the bell rang.
*
It took a couple of days to wait for the right guard to be on lock-up duty, but then they were shooing a leering Guess to Hermes' usual cell and settling in for the night.
It was actually nice to just share the space with someone who'd never tried to kill her, Jolyne thought as they sat beside one another on the bed, chatting idly while they waited for lights out. Even after, they kept talking for a while, in low voices. It seemed intimate, in itself, talking in the darkness with the quiet (and not so quiet) noises of the nighttime prison surrounding them.
”It's like a sleep-over, isn't it,” Jolyne said at one point, and Hermes gave her a wry smile.
”Dunno, only ever saw those on tv,” she replied, and Jolyne shrugged.
”I got invited once, in fourth grade. Got into a fight with this girl called Laura and gave her a nose-bleed. That was my first and last sleep-over.”
”Uhuh. What'd she do, anyway?”
”Don't really remember,” Jolyne replied nonchalantly. ”Never really liked her though, she was always being snide with me. Like she thought she was better than me or something.”
Hermes nodded thoughfully, and they lapsed into silence.
Jolyne became aware of where they were touching, just her leg pressed against Hermes', nothing much. The tension which had been temporarily banished returned, but this time it was expectant, rather than the caged itch of before.
She had a feeling Hermes was waiting for her to take the first step, maybe because she was a few years older or something.
”How do you want to do this?” Jolyne asked, slightly breathlessly, even as she turned towards Hermes, shifting until she was kneeling over her, their knees interlaced on the bed. Jolyne could feel the texture of the slightly rough blanket pressing into her knees as she shifted closer, and Hermes skin against hers, since neither of them was wearing pants.
Jolyne lay a tentative hand on Hermes' shoulder and let it brush down her arm. They were still only touching each other on a few points, but the sense of potential was giving her a frisson of excitement.
There was just enough light from a lamp in the hallway coming in through the bars that Jolyne could see Hermes' face, slightly below hers in this position. She was looking at Jolyne in a serious, searching way. She raised a hand to her waist, calloused fingertips drawing under the top Jolyne was wearing and across the small of her back.
”Whatever you like,” she replied, voice low and eyes glittering in the near darkness, with a small, sharky grin. Jolyne almost protested she'd never done this before with a woman but... how hard could it be to figure out, really?
Jolyne considered, and then nodded.
”Tell me if you don't like something,” she said, and then bent down to kiss Hermes, because that seemed a good place to start.
It was good, with Hermes leaning on the wall behind the bed and their legs entangled, hands holding on tight or caressing in turn. It was relaxing, at first, and then a turn-on, all that warmth and closeness after so long without.
”Clothes...” she muttered in between kisses, leaning back to properly pull off her top, and then Hermes', before pulling her close again for more kissing, almost aggressive this time.
Jolyne had discarded her pants before they'd even gotten into bed, and back then Hermes had given her a look and followed her example. Jolyne was glad for it now, because it would have been awkward to figure that out in the middle of things. As it was, she was still kind of unsure how to proceed.
And then, before the awkwardness could creep any further, Hermes whispered her name, low and intoxicating, and pushed away from the wall, pushing at Jolyne until she was lying on the bed and Hermes was leaning over her, smiling down at her. Jolyne wasn't sure she'd ever seen this exact smile before, somehow more openly fond than any she could recall.
”Correct me if I'm wrong, Jolyne,” she said, drawing out the words slightly as she leaned back, ”but I think I'm the one with more experience with women here?”
Without waiting for reply, Hermes bent her head down to mouth at Jolyne's neck, her hands drawing firmly down her sides, the places there she'd already noticed she was sensitive. Jolyne's back arched, now, feeling the pleasant haze of arousal rising in her again. It was good, for now, not needing to think.
”Yeah,” she muttered, half in reply to the question and half to what Hermes was doing, which right then was taking off Jolyne's panties. She wriggled impatiently as Hermes drew her hands up her legs, thumbs brushing over Jolyne's inner thighs.
”Stop teasing,” Jolyne complained, and Hermes laughed lowly.
”No hurry, is there?” she replied, and then her thumb was pressing gently over Jolyne's clit and she was moving her hips helplessly upwards, making a small keening noise.
Hermes kissed her to silence it, and Jolyne gasped into her mouth. She could feel Hermes pressing into her leg, her hips rocking slowly and wetness seeping through the panties she was still wearing. It was heady, knowing she wanted her, wanted this. Hermes fingers were petting her clit, occasionally slipping down inside the folds, finding her opening and teasing it.
”More,” Jolyne commanded, and was rewarded by the long fingers pushing in, the tips drawing along her inner walls. ”Yes, good,” she gasped, whimpering as Hermes pulled them out and then pushed in again.
Hermes leaned back to angle her hand better, and Jolyne missed the warmth of the kisses momentarily. But with those fingers filling her up, and another caressing her clit in time with the thrusts, she was already about to come. And Hermes was whispering to her, her voice as hot as a touch.
”Look so good like this, so hot. Been wanting this for so long...”
Jolyne opened her mouth, barely remembering where they were and that she was supposed to stay quiet, and just barely managed not to shout as she came, a long, pulsing orgasm that left her feeling drained, like all the tension and stress had melted out of her.
She made a soft mewling sound as Hermes drew her close and gently mouthed at her breasts and stroked her back. The ends of her dreads fell over Jolyne's chest, tickling and making her shift slightly. Then Hermes moved up enough to kiss Jolyne on the mouth, long and thoroughly.
Jolyne breathed into the kiss, feeling a soft, fluttery fondness for Hermes in her chest.
”Let me make you feel good too,” she told her, in between kisses, and Hermes shivered as Jolyne slipped a hand inside her panties, grinning as she felt the wetness there.
”So close, please just...” and then Hermes gave up on words and showed her, directing Jolyne's fingers with her own hand, pressing them hard on her clit in small circles.
She'd have to keep that in mind, Jolyne thought as Hermes' face crumbled, her brows drawing together and her mouth falling lax. And then she just slumped against her, breathing fast.
Jolyne wiped her fingers on the bedding, idly thinking she should probably change it before Guess returned tomorrow, and then just wrapped herself around Hermes.
”Good?” Hermes asked her, and Jolyne found she was giving her a searching look. Hermes looked different from usual in the half-light, somehow younger and softer. Jolyne grinned at her.
”Very good. But next time I want to do more,” Jolyne told her.
Hermes raised an eyebrow, a smile lurking in her eyes.
”Do you now?” she replied with a sharp grin. ”It's not like it's a competition.”
”Could be,” Jolyne said, knowing a challenge when she heard one, and then Hermes laughed and kissed her, and it was the end of that conversation for the time being.