forum Heels Clicking on Tile Floors and a Blood-Covered Coat Over a Designer Dress (o/o Closed)

Started February 01, 2022 by @emilyevewrites group

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Finn looked up, a blush blooming across her features as her mind reeled. O'Hara was inviting, beautifully perched in her elegant room. Finn stood, striding over to her with a sheeping smile. "Really?"

O'Hara didn't move as Finn came over to her. Only her eyes followed the girl's path. "Mhmm," she hummed, gently resting a hand on Finn's hip as she came close.

Finn grinned, a shiver echoing through her as she bit her lip. Her hands went behind O'Hara's head and through her hair, slowly pulling them closer

O'Hara smirked and leaned in. Instantly, her lips melted against Finn's in a kiss that started out gentle and quickly became heated and needy. She groped Finn's hips, pulling the girl tightly against her tall figure and subtly grinding against her. Her tongue slid into Finn's mouth – O'Hara was desperately hungry for her.

(thank you!!)

Finn felt her breath hitch, letting herself be O'Hara's. They moved as one, together, an inseperable force fuleded by drunken love and midnight passion. And Finn loved every second- indulging in every sense heightened by O'Hara, feeling comfort, ease as she was bare in her arms.

O'Hara moaned loudly into Finn's mouth, her grinding becoming more prominent. She broke away eventually, gasping for air. "I know somewhere this might be more comfortable," she hinted, licking her lips and studying Finn's eyes.

Finn leaned her head back, panting heavily as she pushed her hips against O'Hara's. "I'll go wherever you go…." She whispered, clutching the bed tightly

O'Hara leaned in and kissed Finn again. She positioned them so Finn's calves were pressed against the bedframe, then she slid her hands up Finn's body to her shoulders – grazing the sides of her breasts in the process – and squeezing her shoulders. Then, she shoved Finn back on her bed, kicked off her Manolos, and crawled on top of her in an instant to continue kissing her.

Finn groaned, pulling her hands to entangle in O'Hara's hair as she willed her to come closer. she sank into the bed, wherever O'Hara's touch left a mark, a tingling sensation that made her cry out.
(should we time skip?)

(Sure! :))

O'Hara woke drowsily the next morning, a familiar girl in her arms. She blinked her eyes open, noting that she was wearing a bra and underwear, and her head was pounding slightly. A soft moan fell from her lips as she shifted to get out of the sheets, hoping she didn't wake Finn in the process.

Finn's eyes gently opened as sunlight filtered through the curtains. She yawned gently, rolling into the warm body next to her… until realizing who it was. She jumped, face turning red and her thighs aching greatly. So, she simply turned over back into the sheets, hoping the weariness would subside. But, despite this, she couldn't keep a lingering smile off her face

O'Hara perched herself on the edge of the bed. She looked over her shoulder, smiling at the girl behind her, and she reached out to delicately run her fingers down Finn's shoulder and arm. "Hey," she cooed. "You awake, my darling?" she asked softly.

Finn let out a soft sigh in response, her skin tingling at the feel of O'Hara's touch as she rolled over slightly, blushing once she noticed most of her clothes strewn about the foot of the bed.

O'Hara noted the girl's gaze and laughed. "Something the matter, darling?" she asked with a subtle smirk on her features. "How about a spot of breakfast. What would you like? Anything in the world." Her fingers continued their work, gently stroking Finn's exposed skin.

Finn covered her face for a brief moment, then rolled over to look at O'Hara, a sheepish smile pulled at the corners of her lips as she snuggled closer to the woman. ''Well, breakfast sounds lovely…''

O'Hara grinned and slipped back under the sheets to press their barely-clothed bodies together. Even after just one night, the feel of Finn in her arms was so lovely, so familiar to her now. "And what would you like to have?" she asked, lifting a hand to brush a piece of Finn's hair aside and behind her ear.

Finn gasped, leaning her head back to further indulge in the other's warmth. Her heart flitted for a moment, her ever-growing smile brightening even more. "I'll have.. anything" She murmured, wrapping her gentle arms around O'Hara's waist

O'Hara smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to Finn's forehead. "Well if you won't decide that means I'll have to," she cooed, trailing her fingers gently down Finn's exposed back. "And I will not be taking criticism if you don't like it." A playful smirk fell on her lips as she looked into Finn's eyes.

Finn laughed, her gentle song still as melodious as the night before, but traced with more passion. He snuggled closer to O'Hara, hands making circular motions and exploring the woman she had gotten so intimately close to. "Oh, I don't think I can criticize."

"Mmm, you'd better not," O'Hara hummed, sighing with deep appreciation at Finn's touch. She smiled at the girl's contagious laughter and leaned in to kiss her slowly while sliding her legs over and tangling them with Finn's to further emphasize their closeness. "God, I've really fallen for you, haven't I?" she murmured, brushing more of Finn's hair to the side. "You're addicting."

Fnn bit her lip to suppress a moan, leaning her head back more as she let herself be O'Hara's.
"As are you… damn, i've never been this invested in someone, and I've known you for a day!" She laughed, sliding her hands down to rub the other's thighs

"What can I say?" O'Hara smirked. "I'm– Oh~" Her eyes widened and she moaned as Finn rubbed at her thighs. "You really know what you're doing, don't you?" She shifted close and kissed her again before breaking off and training sweet, light kisses down Finn's jawline.

FInn chuckled lightly, giving O'Hara more room while she rocked her hips against the other's. The feeling, O'Hara's voice, it was all so addicting. Finn never wanted to leave

Suddenly, a beeping sound emitted from O'Hara's purse. The woman moaned and buried her face in Finn's neck. "Fuck!" she cried out, untangling herself from Finn and sliding out from under the sheets. Striding across the room very confidently for a woman who was only wearing a lacy bra and slip, she dug a hand into her bag and pulled out her pager. "Fuck!" she repeated. "I'm not supposed to go in until noon."