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Lorna Dane awoke to the unfortunately frequent sensation of being unfamiliar with her surroundings. Luckily she had learned to prevent her powers from reacting for at least a few minutes as she opened her eyes and she gained her bearings. Then as had been frequently the case over this past year or so she found herself awaking in bed with a lover. Only now she wasn't in the arms of her baby Daddy. No, instead there was a pretty blonde girl in her arms, and Lorna found herself smiling fondly before she even lifted herself up to look at the face of Esme Frost. God, she was so beautiful, and she looked deceptively innocent while sleeping, despite... well, everything. And...
The smile on Lorna's face fell as she had a rather disturbing thought of... well, extreme fondness for this crazy girl which had her wanting to run screaming. Instead she carefully pulled her arm from underneath Esme and then got out of bed, desperately trying to ignore the feeling of missing the other girl in her arms already as she found her discarded pyjamas and put back them on. And for good measure she picked out a robe from Esme's closet and silently left the room. She should probably go back to her room and get dressed properly, but Lorna was too hungry for that, so she headed in search of the kitchen. It didn't take her long to find one and start working on some breakfast.
Not long after that a familiar blonde appeared in the doorway and purred, "Hello lover."
Lorna turned and stared at her for a few long seconds, before growling, "You're not Esme."
"Lorna, you wound me. How can you not recognise me after our night of passion?" Sophie briefly tried to keep up the ruse, but her heart expression quickly dissolved into a pout as she whined, "Spoilsport."
Seemingly only a few seconds later an identical blonde appeared, striking and over exaggerated pose and totally giving herself away before she even said, "Hello lover."
"Nope, not buying it." Lorna shrugged her off as she turned her full attention back to the food.
"Well you're no fun." Phoebe pouted, before pointing out, "You do realise that if you have sex with one of us..."
"You have sex with us all." Sophie grinned, "So we all basically had a foursome last night, and you didn't invite us."
"So rude." Phoebe mocked, before all eyes turned to the door she just walked in through to find an embarrassed teenage boy.
"Erm, maybe I'll have breakfast somewhere else." Andy stammered.
"Nonsense, please come in. I'm making enough for everyone." Lorna insisted, glad for the company which wasn't a Frost sister, "And pay no attention to them. They're just trying to freak me out."
"Actually thanks to our powers we can always sense what the others are doing." Phoebe gleefully admitted, before reluctantly amending when the green headed girl gave her a warning look, "But we can totally turn it off if we want too."
"It's kind of like wearing earmuffs, which we definitely needed last night." Sophie chimed in, looking directly at Lorna as she told her with a smirk, "We definitely didn't need to hear you making Esme your bitch last night."
"More like finishing the job she started." Phoebe grumbled, before honing in on something which amused her, "Awww, what's wrong Andy? Is the thought of your friend here fucking Esme turning you on?"
"Seriously you two, cut it out!" Lorna snapped, and then after a few long seconds of silence she smiled and asked, "Andy, would you like some toast?"
"Yes." Andy said awkwardly, grabbing a plate and then bringing it over to his friend while asking hopefully, "Do you have any bacon?"
"I don't do bacon." Lorna said apologetically, and then before she could explain one of the annoying blondes beat her to the punch.
"She's Jewish, like her Daddy." Phoebe explained, and then when Lorna glared at her she glared back, "What, don't get mad at me just because you're stress cooking to try and deal with the fact you're getting cold feet again about sleeping with a crazy bitch."
"We just love it when you think of us that way." Sophie said mockingly, "Especially Esme."
"We've been called worse." Esme said, announcing her presence as she entered the kitchen and then offering a small smile to Lorna, "Hello lover."
"Because you heard all that. Why wouldn't you?" Lorna grumbled.
There was a brief pause, then Esme took a deep breath and stepped forward, "It's okay Lorna, you know? To still have cold feet about everything that happened yesterday. It was... a lot. And I pushed you. Which wasn't fair, I just... I just want you to know it's okay. You can yell at me if you like. Or, I could just give you some space. Whatever you want..."
Lorna hated herself so much in that moment. Last night it really felt like she had a breakthrough. Like she knew what she wanted, and she wasn't afraid anymore. Actually she felt that way twice, once while bringing down that plane and then when she got into bed with Esme. She had been so strong, confident and powerful, doing exactly what she wanted regardless of the consequences. And it felt great. But then the cold hard reality of having murdered people in cold blood had crippled her so bad she'd needed to be rescued from her own self-pity by the Frost sisters, and then she woke up feeling so much overwhelming fondness for someone who wasn't Marcos, who she was sure she was still in love with, that it had scared her, and now she was making it so much worse.
Sophie and Phoebe were staring at her expectantly with mistrust and annoyance in their eyes, no doubt upset with her for messing around with Esme's feelings when Esme had been so upfront with her. Unless it was all a game to them, Lorna fearing that Esme would laugh and reveal that she had been lying about any feelings for her the whole time and it was just a big joke, or a way to literally seduce her into the Hellfire Club. Then there was Andy, who was caught in the middle of this thanks to Lorna. But most of all there was Esme, who, if her feelings were real, Lorna was raking over the coals because she couldn't make up her damn mind. For God sakes, why couldn't Lorna just make up her mind and stick to it?
"I... I..." Lorna began, only for a gust of wind to suddenly appear out of nowhere, and in a flash the green haired girl was gone.
"What the hell was that?" Andy blinked in confusion.
Ignoring him the Frost sisters turned to the door, glared and in unison grumbled as their eyes glowed blue, "Stupid Speedster!"
*
"Hello?" Lorna called out at the top of her lungs, beginning to get really annoyed as that was the third time she called that word out with no reply.
As she did that she slowly began to get her bearings, looking around the seemingly abandoned building for any signs of life. All she could see was a table with two chairs in the centre of the room which she cautiously walked up to and suspiciously eyed what was on top of it, namely a phone and a piece of paper. On closer inspection the piece of paper was a DNA test, testing her DNA against a familiar name which at least somewhat caused her to relax. It was proof that she probably wasn't about to be killed, and the fact it was positive more or less satisfied her curiosity about something, and most importantly revealed who was behind this. It also annoyed her, a lot. And then suddenly her food appeared before her, which annoyed her even more.
Then a middle-aged man with silver hair appeared seemingly from nowhere and began rambling really fast, "Okay, so that's one black coffee, one egg, and two pieces of toast. That's what you like, right? It should be, you made it. Oh God, you should'da the look on their faces when I came back for it. Yeah, I was seeing their reaction to taking you in the first place, but it was totally worth it. Oh, manners! Right, I was always bad at that part. I'm-"
"Quicksilver." Lorna finished for him, "Yeah, I know who you are."
"Then you know why I'm here, sister." He grinned, "And it's just Peter now. No ones called me Quicksilver in a very long time, and it certainly shouldn't be you. After all, we, are, family! I've got all my brothers and sisters with me."
"Hey." Lorna said, clicking to get his attention away from his bad singing, "We're not family."
"Yeah, but... DNA doesn't lie, so..." Peter argued, grabbing the DNA test with his superspeed and then instantly bringing it up to Lorna's face.
Pushing it away Lorna spat, "Oh yeah? Then where were you when I was locked up in mental institutions and prisons being experimented on like a fucking lab rat?"
"Trust me, compared to where you are now, those places are nothing." Peter argued softly, "Trust me sister, the Hellfire Club is more dangerous than you can possibly imagine. They don't attack you like everyone else, they seduce you, make you think they're right, then they use you before stabbing you in the back. It happened to me, it happened to Dad, and it will happen to you."
There was a brief pause, then Lorna sarcastically said, "Wow, nice mansplaining, ass hole. But if you're done, I'd like you to take me back now."
"Lorna, I'm trying to help you here." Peter sighed.
"Well I didn't ask you too." Lorna pointed out.
There was another brief pause, then Peter tried again, "I was young too once, you know? And I remember vividly what it was like. Living in his shadow. Constantly feeling like you have something to prove, both because of him, and because we had the incredible powers which made us the best of the best. And it sounds very appealing, doesn't it? We're going to change the world for the better? Well guess what? I couldn't do it, Magneto couldn't do it, and not even the X-Men could do it. You'll fail just like everyone else. Why try?"
Yet another pause, then Lorna said firmly, "I'm not you. And I'm not... Magneto. I'm me, and I won't fail."
"Oh God, you really are my sister." Peter quipped, before sighing and handing her the phone, "Fine, you gotta be young and make your own mistakes, I get it. But when you realise it's a mistake, send me a text on this and I'll run you out there in a flash. Take you somewhere not even the Hellfire Club will find you."
"I'm pretty sure Esme would find me no matter what." Lorna said smirked.
"You'd be surprised." Peter said, "But speaking of that bitch, let me give you one last piece of advice, out of everyone in the Hellfire Club she and her sisters are the last people you should trust. They were literally born to lie, cheat and seduce their way to victory. Hell, I wouldn't put it past one of them to make a move on you."
Lorna smirked at him, "Yeah, about that."
"Oh God, really? Already?" He groaned, before checking, "Wait, which one? It wasn't Esme, was it? Oh what am I saying, of course it was Esme. She's got a thing for our family. Did she tell you that? That we dated for a while, and it only ended when I found out she screwed our father."
"Wait, what?" Lorna frowned.
Peter quickly confirmed, "Yeah, she's a total power whore, sis, and now-"
"Don't call her that!" Lorna snapped.
"She is though." Peter insisted, "If you don't believe me, ask her. Or better yet ask anyone who knows her. If you can find any of them alive, because she is a user, and now she's had her fun with you you're just another used toy to her."
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Lorna screeched, her eyes and hands glowing green as the building suddenly began to shake.
Clearly her brother had tried not to leave any metal in the room in case their meeting went poorly, but he had underestimated her, and she was able to pull metal from other rooms, the houses and even the street. Some which didn't do her much good, but the rest she held above his head threateningly. He could probably kill her before she made a move, but he clearly didn't want her dead, and as angry as she was in that moment the truth was she didn't want to kill him, which meant they were in a standstill for a few long seconds. Which unfortunately allowed self-doubt to slowly crept back into her head, making her wonder how she had gone from sneaking out of Esme's bed because she was afraid of her feelings for her, to defending her honour, especially as the things Peter were saying were most likely true.
"Oh God, you actually have feelings for her, don't you?" Peter murmured sadly, "You poor girl."
"Take me back please." Lorna growled, "I won't ask again."
There was a brief pause, then Peter grumbled, "If I take you back, you're as good as dead."
Another brief pause, then Lorna said, "She won't hurt me."
"You don't know that." Peter argued.
"I do." Lorna said.
Yet another pause, and then Peter grumbled, "And what about her sisters?"
Lorna shrugged, "I can take care of myself."
Peter sighed, "Please, don't make me do this."
Which made Lorna sigh, "Peter-"
"I know I haven't been a good brother to you." He blurted out, speaking really fast again, "In my defence I was off the grid, like way off the grid, and I only really found out about you when you were starting the Mutant Underground, and I figured you were young and would want to stand on your own two feet, and-"
"Peter-" Lorna repeated.
"I just figured we'd have more time, you know?" Peter continued, "And it's not too late, we could grab a beer and talk, and... oh, right, no beer for you because, pregnant, but-"
"PETER! Now!" Lorna insisted, before sighing, "But I'll call you if I need too. I promise."
There was a brief pause and then he smiled softly, and finally did what his sister wanted him to do. Time then seemed to slow down and Lorna became a lot more aware of flashing images around her now she knew what they were, until she found herself back in the kitchen. Back where she belonged, both with the Hellfire Club, and with Esme. Only now not only was she terrified by her feelings, but she had this new information echoing in her head, meaning no matter how confident she might have seen talking to her brother the truth was she felt anything but that. Especially when she found herself face to face with a worried looking Esme Frost.
"See, nothing to worry about." Phoebe said nonchalantly.
"Quicksilver is so predictable." Sophie shook her head sadly.
"Oh please, like you two weren't just as twitchy as me." Esme grumbled, failing to hide her nervousness as she and Lorna just stared each other for a few long seconds.
Ironically it was Andy who broke that silence, "They barely said a word while you were gone. Just did that, tilt head, glowing eyes thing they do when they're arguing. Or, you know..."
"We weren't arguing." Esme said softly, "We were just seeing where Peter took Lorna, and-"
"And listening in to our conversation?" Lorna grumbled.
"We didn't get that far." Phoebe grumbled.
"Esme wouldn't let us." Sophie glared at her sister.
"Hey, it was taking all three of us combined just to find her, and you know what that means. So excuse me if I wanted to save us all from that headache." Esme glared back at her sisters, before quickly adding, "Besides, it clearly wasn't going well, and like I told you, we can trust Lorna."
"We'll see." Sophie glared at Lorna this time.
"Isn't anyone going to tell me what's going on?" Andy asked loudly, partly out of genuine frustration, but mostly because he wanted to try and diffuse the tension before it got any worse.
"Lorna just met her big brother." Esme said bitterly, quickly pointing out, "You know, the one that couldn't be bothered to help her until now, so maybe she should take his words with a pinch of salt."
"Oh..." Andy murmured, briefly considering congratulating Lorna, before deciding against it given the mood.
Then after a few long seconds of silence Lorna took a deep breath and told Esme, "We need to talk. Just you and me, alone."
*
"Did you date my brother?" Lorna asked the second Esme closed her bedroom door behind them.
"Is that what he told you?" Esme laughed, "Wow, that's so sad."
"So, it's not true?" Lorna pushed with a frown.
"If you call having sex a few times dating." Esme scoffed, before rolling her eyes, "Which Peter totally would, I guess. Which even for him, that's sad."
"And you slept with my father?" Lorna said knowingly, and then when there was a telling silence she murmured, "Oh God."
"Please don't..." Esme pleaded, briefly hesitating before following through, "Don't let him get in your head."
"Oh that's hilarious coming from you." Lorna half snapped, half laughed.
"Quicksilver!" Esme snapped angrily, quickly softening her tone, "Peter is a good man. He's an underachieving whiner with a massive inferiority complex who can barely concentrate on anything for more than a minute, but deep, deep down past all his flaws, he is a good man. Or at least, he wants to be, and he loves his family. That's why, whatever he said, I have no doubt he believed he was trying to help you. But whether he is aware of it or not he's terrified by the thought that you might succeed where he and so many others, including his Daddy, failed. But you can't do that alone, and if you push the people away that are trying to help you'll never succeed."
Lorna laughed bitterly, "That's all you care about here... the mission?"
"No." Esme said softly, "But it comes first. Always, no matter what. It.. it has too."
There was a long pause and then Lorna asked, "How am I supposed to get over this?"
"Get over what?" Esme questioned bitterly, quickly pointing out, "I slept with a man you've just met, and one you've never met. They're strangers to you."
"They're my family." Lorna said bitterly.
"And where were they when you needed them?" Esme pointed out.
"Apparently fucking you." Lorna snapped, heading to the door, "And now you've got the whole fucking set."
"Not quite." Esme actually laughed, causing Lorna to turn back, "There's still Wanda, but she hates me even more than you do right now."
"I find that hard to believe." Lorna said bitterly, opening the door.
"They never meant anything to me." Esme quickly called out, causing the other girl to stop in her tracks as she pleaded for her to understand, "Magneto was like a God to me. He was a lot older than that one picture I used to keep of him, but it was still literally living out a childhood fantasy. And Peter? Well, maybe that could have been the start of something, but then I told him the truth about the first night I met his Daddy, and he freaked out, even though it was over a year before we met. And like with him, I can't take it back. But I would if I could. And everyone has a past Lorna, but you're the one who still in love with her ex, not me. I've never... I've never felt this way about anyone until I met you."
There was another long pause and then Lorna slowly turned around and asked with tears in her eyes, "How am I supposed to believe that?"
"I don't know..." Esme said truthfully, lowering her head, "I was actually made to infiltrate, seduce, kill. And I'm good at it. Too good, apparently. Because the one time I actually fall for somebody, no one can tell the difference. But my pretty little tricks won't work on you, because you've seen who I really am, so all I can do is tell you the truth, and hope you believe me."
Yet another pause, this one brief and then Lorna softly asked, "Would you have told me about this?"
"I don't know." Esme admitted, "Honesty didn't exactly work out with Peter. Which wasn't why he left us, BTW, it's just why he hates me."
"Well, now we have that in common." Lorna grumbled, moving back and grabbing the door to slam it.
"Lorna, wait! I, I... I love you!" Esme insisted, making one last attempt to get through to the other girl, "I, I had made peace with the fact I simply wasn't capable of love. That I wasn't capable of loving someone who didn't look like me. But then I saw you... and before that sensed you, and wow! And... you didn't give me a second look. But that's okay, because you only saw what I wanted you to see. I wasn't the real me then, I didn't want you to see me back then. Not yet. But while you thought you were safe behind all those walls you put up I could see right through you, and everything I saw was beautiful. Someone who has been hunted, caged and beaten, but is not only still fighting, but can still tell the difference between the guilty and the innocent. Someone who knows she is strong, confident, and bad ass, but yet has no idea of her true potential. Of what she could be. And I just... I loved you. I did in that first moment, and I have loved you more with every second, because for me, each one of them has told me more about who you truly are then you'd ever be comfortable admitting."
Yet another long pause, this the longest yet, and then Lorna growled, "Listen, I'm here because I want to be. I'll work with you, and your sisters, and I will do whatever needs to be done. But other than that, stay away from me."
Then Lorna literally and figuratively slammed the door closed on Esme. At which point Lorna should have marched away, her head held high, knowing that she had dodged a bullet, and perhaps even smiling in satisfaction at hearing Esme cry, even if those tears were probably fake. But instead she was leaning her head against the door, struggling not to make a sound as tears of her own streamed down her face. Which was ridiculous, as she had known Esme for less than a week, and one night of experimentation shouldn't be a big deal. But when Lorna fell in love it was hard and fast, and it was already too late to put the brakes on her feelings for Esme. Which meant she now had to get over two people instead of one, without someone to distract her.
*
About a week later there was a knock on her bedroom door, and as it was the middle of the day Lorna reluctantly grumbled, "Come in."
The door opened and Andy poked his head in, "Hey."
"Hey." Lorna said, sitting up and truly feeling worried, "What's up?"
"Nothing, I just..." Andy trailed off, before shutting the door behind him and looking around, "Wow, so this is your new room, huh? Nice. I mean, this place is way nicer than the last place. And a lot better than, you know-"
"Andy-" Lorna began.
"Does it feel weird to you? To be moving again? I mean, it feels like running, does it feel like we're running to you?" Andy continued to ramble.
"Andy!" Lorna firmly pushed, only to get interrupted again.
"Do you think it's from the Mutant Underground, or someone else? Something else? Like, Sentinel Services, or the Purifiers? Or-" Andy continued.
"ANDY!" Lorna snapped, finally getting his attention, "Don't worry about it. Moving around makes sense for us. For... for a lot of reasons. You know that. So, why are you really here?"
For a few long seconds Andy hesitated, then he asked, "Have, have you talked to Esme recently?"
"No, why?" Lorna said coldly.
Which caused more hesitation, before Andy pushed forwards, "I just... I don't get it. She's miserable, you're miserable, so why can't you-"
"What? Forgive her?" Lorna scoffed.
"Why not?" Andy asked innocently.
"It's not that simple." Lorna said.
"Why?" Andy pushed.
There was a brief pause then Lorna protested, "She slept with my Dad, AND my brother. How is that not an instant deal breaker?"
"You know why." Andy said softly.
"How would you feel if it was you?" Lorna pointed out.
"That's different." Andy pointed out, quickly adding, "I know it's weird, and fucked up, but so is this whole situation. And she didn't cheat on you, or sleep with anyone you truly care about, so what's the problem?"
Another brief pause and then Lorna protested, "She lied to me."
"What was she supposed to say? Hi I'm Esme, I slept with two people you've never met. Wanna make out?" Andy mocked, and then when Lorna's eyes glowed green he quickly added, "I'm not trying to piss you off... I just... I wanna help..."
Yet another long pause, then Lorna asked, "Why?"
Andy shrugged bashfully, before pointing out, "Because you helped me out when no one else could. When I felt alone, and afraid. You were a friend to me then, and I want to be a friend to you now. And I'm not stupid, I know what this place is, and you do too. You need someone to watch your back, and so do I, and we're probably the best options the other has. But that doesn't mean we shouldn't give anyone else a chance. Especially if they tried to help us. And we... And we care about them."
There was longest pause yet and then Lorna softly asked, "How can I ever trust her?"
"If not trusting her makes you miserable, how can you not?" Andy questioned, before frowning, "I mean, not, not. I mean-"
"I get it." Lorna said, before grumbling, "Thanks Andy."
*
"I'm bored." Lorna announced as she walked up to the trio of blondes, "We've done nothing but train, and move, for the past two weeks, you must have something I can help with?"
"You wanna be thrown in the deep end?" Phoebe asked.
"Because that can be arranged." Sophie said coldly, before the trio's eyes glowed blue.
There was a brief pause as the trio clearly had a silent conversation with each other, and then as they came out of it Esme gave a little smile, "We, we might have something for you... but..."
"It may get a little messy." Sophie chimed in.
"We'll try to make sure it doesn't come to that." Esme quickly added.
"But we can't guarantee it." Phoebe smirked, "Think you can handle that?"
"If it means I don't have another day of being stuck here, sure." Lorna said, and then when the trio gave her a look she reminded them, "What? I brought down that plane, remember? So if I have too, I'll do what I have too."
"Killing face to face is different." Sophie said softly, "Harder."
"Not that it will necessarily come to that." Esme quickly added.
"But if it does, and you can't handle it, don't push yourself." Phoebe said, surprisingly soft for her.
The trio then echoed, "We need you."
"Noted." Lorna nodded, "Now, will anyone not named Esme, please leave."
There was a brief pause, then Sophie scoffed, "Why? So you can yell at our sister for something that's not her fault?"
"Or maybe you'd like to call her a slut again?" Phoebe suggested bitterly.
"It's okay, please leave." Esme said softly.
"Are you sure?" Sophie pushed softly, only beginning to leave when Esme gave her a soft smile.
Unable to resist Lorna called after them, "My Dad? Really?"
"What? Even at his age, he's still hot." Phoebe scoffed, before horror quickly took over her face, "And God no, it wasn't all at ones. I was the one who actually had the guts to follow through on what we wanted. Then he mistook Esme for me, and she just went with it. And then Sophie didn't want to be left out."
"And Peter was hitting on all of us, right from the start. Esme was just the one who made the mistake of giving him the time of day." Sophie grumbled, "But you didn't bother to let her explain that, did you?"
"It doesn't matter, please leave before this devolves into a fight." Esme warned her sisters, who reluctantly disappeared from view, although they didn't go as far as they should. Despite that Esme took a deep calming breath and softly murmured, "For what it's worth, I'm sorry."
"For what?" Lorna asked bitterly, "As Andy and your sisters were only too happy to point out, you didn't actually do anything wrong."
"It's still weird." Esme said softly, "And I knew that, but I pursued you anyway, because I couldn't help it."
"I know." Lorna said softly, "But I still freaked out more than I should have. And I pushed you away, again. But... I wasn't really mad you slept with them. I was mad at them for sleeping with you. And I know that's lousy, and possessive, and you said they didn't mean anything to you, but I couldn't help it. I just got so mad thinking about it. And you're right, I'm still in love with Marcos, and I probably wasn't ready to start something else, but I did it anyway."
"Wasn't? As in, past tense?" Esme questioned hopefully.
Lorna sighed, stepped into Esme's personal space and admitted, "I still probably shouldn't, but... I spent a week trying to get over you, and another week trying to figure out how to ask you out."
"Really?" Esme beamed, and then unable to resist pushed her luck, "Is this the part where you ask me to go steady?"
"Don't be an ass hole." Lorna chuckled, taking half a step forward.
"But you make it so easy." Esme quipped as Lorna gently press their foreheads together, making both their eyelids droop.
"Are, are you sure about this?" Lorna gulped, "I'm off my meds, and even with them... well, I had sudden mood swings, crippling depression and violent outbursts before I became pregnant."
"I think you're perfect, just the way you are." Esme said softly, and then when the green haired girl pulled back and lowered her head the blonde insisted, "You might not always see it, but I do. And... and if you really worried about your meds, I can get them for you."
"You can?" Lorna questioned softly, immediately feeling foolish for sounding surprised, as the Hellfire Club had proven they could get anything.
"Easy peasy." Esme admitted, "We actually purchased some, legally I might add, shortly after you arrived. It's just that the people in charge couldn't make up their minds whether to give them to you. I... I've been meaning to give them to you. But, well, you told me to stay away."
"Maybe that's a good idea." Lorna murmured after a brief pause, quickly adding when she saw the hurt on Esme's face, "I mean, we rushed into things last time, and I kept freaking out. So, maybe we'd be better off taking things slowly?"
"Slow is good. I can do slow." Esme nodded in understanding, "I... I can do whatever you want."
Lorna smiled softly, and then unable to resist quipped, "Well, going slow probably should mean that we take sex off the table, just for now, but I promise you'll get another chance to do whatever I want soon."
"Now who's being the ass hole?" Esme laughed.
"You love it." Lorna quipped, only half joking.
"I do." Esme said softly, then after a brief pause in which the two girls stared into each other's eyes she asked, "Soooooo, is kissing off the table too, or..."
"Come here, ass hole." Lorna grinned, pulling Esme into a long yet gentle kiss.
*
"Come in." Lorna called out after hearing a knock on her door, a smile crossing over her face as she saw who it was, "Hey."
"Hey." Esme smiled, closing the door behind her and announcing, "I have a little gift for you."
Lorna raised an eyebrow, then smiled as Esme revealed what she had been holding behind her back, namely a bottle of pills which she shook and then gave to the green haired girl, who softly murmured, "My medication."
"As promised." Esme smiled, "Why, did you doubt me?"
"No." Lorna replied unconvincingly, and then when Esme gave a look quickly followed up with, "Well, I didn't doubt you'd try."
Esme smiled softly, and then confessed, "I will always do my best to help you Lorna. I promise."
There was a brief and awkward pause in which Lorna blushed a little, before asking, "So, any progress on actually taking me on a mission?"
"Oh, we've got something planned. Just wait a little longer, okay?" Esme pleaded, before offering, "But maybe we could do something in the meantime."
Lorna raised an eyebrow, "Like what?"
"Well, I know you said sex was off the table, but how about dinner and a movie?" Esme suggested, "And by that I mean Netflix, and ordering in, because as much as I'd love to take you to a five-star restaurant we're supposed to be laying low. And yeah, maybe we could sneak into a movie, but all those people around, with all their thoughts... no thank you."
There was a brief pause, then Lorna smirked, "Are you asking me out on a date?"
"I know, it's lame, isn't it?" Esme pouted, "Sophie warned me that I'd be making a fool of myself, but I just..."
"Hey, hey ,hey... it's okay." Lorna quickly reassured, "Sure, we're totally doing things ass backwards, but I'd love to have a date with you."
"Really?" Esme beamed.
"Really." Lorna confirmed, patting the patting next to her, "Is right now good?"
"Right now is perfect." Esme beamed, joining the other girl on the bed.
"So, did you have anything in mind?" Lorna asked.
"You choose." Esme said nonchalantly.
"Really?" Lorna frowned.
"Really." Esme confirmed, before explaining herself, "This is supposed to be casual, right? What better way than to not over think something?"
"Okay..." Lorna hesitated, thinking about it for a few long seconds, before suggesting, "How about Orange Is The New Black?"
Esme frowned, "That's not a movie."
"No, but it's full of lesbians." Lorna cheeked, "And it features a well-meaning straight woman discovering her bisexuality through a manipulative criminal who leaves her to some very questionable, unethical and illegal actions."
Which had meant to be mostly a joke, but Esme clearly took them very seriously, as she softly asked in a hurt voice "Is that how you see us?"
Immediately feeling bad Lorna struggled to recover, "Well, I never really thought about girls until I met you... I don't think. And I believe in our cause, I really do, but... well... the plane."
There was a brief pause and then Esme asked, "Do you feel like you're imprisoned?"
"In the Hellfire Club? Or by you?" Lorna asked, before truthfully answering, "No. By some people? Society in general? My powers? Yes, all the time. But I'm here because I want to be here. I'm with you, because I choose to be with you. God Esme, if anything it feels like you set me free."
Beaming happily Esme settled down on the bed and told the other girl, "Then by all means, even if you're way more of an Alex than me. And by that, I mean effortlessly sexy and bad ass. But if you really want to role-play later, I wouldn't say no."
Which caused a blush to cross both girls faces, before they turned their attention to the screen, doing their best to only occasionally look over to the other, as they were meant to be taking things slow. That's what Lorna reminded herself over and over again, and she suspected Esme was doing the exact same thing. Although it didn't help that in the middle of episode one they exchanged a soft smile, and began holding hands, just that tiny little display of affection enough to make Lorna's body feel like it was on fire. She just couldn't stop thinking about the things Esme had made her feel with her skilled hands, and that mouth, and tongue, oh God. But she had to focus on being good, which was somewhat easier with her pills, Lorna letting out a sigh of relief after she swallowed a handful of them, before then giving Esme a grateful smile.
*
A few days later...
"A drugged up Polaris? What a great idea." Phoebe mocked, "What could possibly go wrong?"
"You're just mad because you can taste my lips on yours, but we've never kissed." Lorna shot back teasingly, blowing the other girl a kiss.
"I'm mad because you're turning our sister into a soft, gooey little marshmallow." Phoebe huffed.
"Marshmallow? Awww, that's cute." Lorna beamed.
"Hey, I told you not to call me soft!" Esme warned her sister, before turning her attention to her lover, "And you, don't get any ideas."
"You realise that by medicating your girlfriend, we're all going to be yelled at for you daring to make a decision, right?" Sophie grumbled, eager to refocus the discussion.
"Firstly, we're not girlfriends." Esme quickly argued, "We're not up to labels yet."
"Meaning Magneto's daughter and our would be leader is scared of labels." Phoebe mocked.
"No, I just don't want to mess things up by rushing this again." Lorna insisted, "Besides, what's wrong with keeping things casual?"
"Oh, like how you have our sister casually sitting on your lap?" Sophie questioned in disbelief.
"Well, it is super comfy." Esme quipped, prompting a disbelieving look from her sisters.
"And it felt weird when she wasn't." Lorna grumbled, and then when she received a similar look she added, "Oh don't look at me like that, you should just be grateful we're not making out."
"Yet." Sophie pointed out, "And think of poor Andy."
"Yeah, you're both giving him the most awkward boner." Phoebe quipped.
"Will you please leave me out of this?" Andy blushed.
"Is what he probably should have said when we asked him to join us." Esme whispered jokingly into Lorna's ear, loud enough for everyone else to hear.
It was a joke which perhaps hit too close to home, because shortly after it left Esme's lips an awkward silence fell over the car, which remained for the rest of the drive. Which gave Lorna way too much time in her own head, imagining all the things that could go wrong with this plan. Or perhaps more to the point, what if everything went right. Which Lorna had adamantly told Esme she would be okay with, but... well, it was probably good that she was hesitant about murder, even though it was the very worst of the worst, people who worked in the kind of black site which imprisoned and experimented on mutants. Like a place she had once been in, and always fantasised about going back and killing everybody. But finally having a chance to follow through was another thing entirely.
At first it was easy. Esme had insisted that she and her sisters would do the heavy lifting, and all that Lorna had to do was watch their backs and protect them from any stray bullets. Not that there even was any, at least during that initial stage, as the Frost sisters simply got out of the car, held hands and allowed their eyes to glow blue. There was all it took for the guards out front to open the gates for them to let them in, and then shoot themselves in the head. Then it was Lorna's turned to be useful, and with glowing green hands outstretched she began deflecting bullets while the Frosts got in range to take out the rest of the guards on their way to the reinforced doors. They didn't have a key of course, but Andy could take care of that.
"So far, so good." Lorna quipped.
"Hey, don't jinx us!" Sophie hissed.
"Relax." Lorna shrugged it off, "What's the worst that can happen?"
As soon as those words came out of her mouth Lorna immediately regretted them, as it felt so much like tempting fate she half expected the building to blow up there and then, or for them to be showered by more bullets than she could catch. Of course in reality these things didn't quite sync up, and can be worse than ever imagined. That was the case here, as the next few corridors Lorna kept deflecting bullets while the Frosts took out those who were shooting at them. More importantly, anyone who isn't shooting at them and was instead either hiding or running was spared, just as Esme had promised. But then it happened. Then there was a bullet which Lorna couldn't stop. A plastic bullet! And it was heading straight for Esme.
Time seemed to slow down and the next few seconds felt like hours as Lorna became aware of the plastic bullet far too late to warn anybody and all she could do was watch it hit Esme's chest and for Esme to start to fall. Then time jarringly went the other way, speeding up as Lorna was overwhelmed with rage which resulted in a deafening scream which echoed through the building. During that scream her eyes and hands glowed bright green and every single bullet she had deflected went hurtling towards the shooter. All of them hit their mark, but it wasn't enough, so Lorna scattered the bullets through every corridor, Polaris becoming one with the metal as she felt it tear through skin and bone, taking life after life in a matter of seconds.
It no longer mattered to Lorna who was guilty or who was innocent. Or more accurately, everyone was guilty, and everybody had to die. Every human at least. Because Sophie and Phoebe were right, Esme was being soft, or just placating Lorna, by showing mercy. Everyone who worked here was guilty of condoning the vile experimentations performed on her people, and more importantly for that moment they were guilty for... Esme. Esme, who Lorna had only known for a short period of time, but it felt like that bullet had torn through her own heart and she was just barely keeping it together. But as soon as the bullets had travelled through every corridor the glow faded from her eyes and hands and she just completely lost it.
"ESME!" Lorna screamed hysterically, dropping down to her knees in front of the fallen blonde, "No, no, no, no, no! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please don't die! You can't die! You can't!"
Esme clearly wasn't dead yet, which seemed like a miracle in itself, especially as she weakly croaked, "Lorna-"
"I love you!" Lorna interrupted, desperately wanting to tell Esme how she felt while she still had the chance, even if it was through ugly tears, "I was just scared, and selfish, and please... please don't go!"
"Lorna..." Esme said a little more clearly, trying to move.
"Don't move!" Lorna insisted, beginning to become a little confused, especially when she looked up at the other Frost sisters who seemed nonchalant about this, "Help her!"
"Why?" Phoebe questioned, sounding bored.
"She'll be fine." Sophie said, like it was obvious.
"What?" Andy questioned, feeling very confused, and hating it even if it was an improvement over what came before.
"Our clothes are bullet-proof." Phoebe smirked.
"Didn't Esme tell you that?" Sophie questioned, even though from her tone it was clear she knew the answer.
There was a brief pause and then Esme said hesitantly, "Lorna, I..."
Then Lorna ordered in a cold, angry voice, "Stay here, all of you!"
"Where are you going?" Andy asked nervously.
Lorna slowly got up and explained, "There might be some humans left."
"So... what are you going to do?" Andy asked hesitantly, already knowing the answer. Then when his friend didn't answer him but instead just walked further down the corridor he called after her, "You were the one who said we couldn't kill everyone? Remember? That we had to be better than them? Lorna? Please? This isn't going to help our cause."
"I don't care!" Lorna said coldly and mostly to herself as she disappeared around the corner, partly hoping they didn't hear the next part, but knowing at least the triplets would, "They hurt my girlfriend."
*
"We have another job for you."
Lorna turned and looked at the familiar looking blonde, and then growled, "What the hell are you doing here? Why aren't you protecting Esme?"
"From what? You killed everyone?" Phoebe said cheerily, "Well, everyone who's not one of us."
"Really? Are you honestly telling me the police aren't on their way?" Lorna folded her arms and grumbled.
"No, they are, but we have time to complete our mission." Phoebe grinned, "Come on, time to make yourself useful, Polaris."
Lorna grumbled, but followed the blonde down a flight of stairs, before asking, "So, just how dangerous is this mutant?"
"What makes you think she's dangerous?" Phoebe smirked.
"Oh please, everybody knows they keep the most dangerous mutants underground." Lorna scoffed.
"Well, that's one thing I like about humans. Always so predictable." Phoebe said as she walked through a corridor filled with doors, before stopping at one, "Now let's see... ah, here we are! Open sesame..."
Lorna glared at the smiling blonde, but obediently used her powers to tear the giant metal door off it's hinges, allowing them to walk inside, at which point Lorna frowned, "This is it? This is what we came for? She's just a kid?"
"You of all people should know, appearances can be deceiving." Phoebe said, placing a phone and a letter down next to the unconscious girl and then walking up to the control panel, and then just staring at it for a few long seconds.
"Hurry up, let's go." Lorna pushed.
"If I press this button, a lot of people are going to die." Phoebe said softly, "Probably bad people. People which get in the way of what I want... but..."
"Hey, if she really is that dangerous, and you think we shouldn't..." Lorna said softly, then when Phoebe gave her a look, "What? I'm clearly fond of at least one of you, so I'll totally back you against your bosses."
Phoebe tilted her head, "Promise?"
"Yeah." Lorna confirmed, before quickly adding, "Unless you give me a reason not too."
"That's fair." Phoebe nodded, before pushing her luck, "But would you protect us from her, I wonder?"
Lorna frowned, "Why are you so afraid of her?"
"Because like you, she takes after her Daddy." Phoebe explained, "Which means you might be the only person left alive who could stop her."
"Oh." Lorna murmured, nodded in understanding, before telling the blonde, "Press the damn button. I'll release the others."
"No, Andy is releasing the others." Phoebe said firmly, "The rest of the ones down here you don't want to be here if, and probably when, sleeping beauty here let's them free. I mean, best case scenario she proves she is smarter than her Daddy by reading the letter, taking the phone and leaving the rest of them to sleep. But trust me, chances are she's going to overreact when she wakes up, so we need to get out of here. Now!"
"Okay." Lorna grumbled, as Phoebe press the button and then they left, the green headed girl pushing the giant door further back and out of their way, revealing the words X23 on the front of it.
*
"So... all of this, and we're not recruiting anyone?" Andy frowned.
"Well, we made an investment." Phoebe explained.
"We're not convinced exactly it's going to work out, but here's hoping." Sophie crossed her fingers.
"As for the rest?" Phoebe offered, before Sophie joined her, "We're not running a charity."
"I get that, but some of those mutants had to have useful powers." Andy argued.
"Not useful enough." Sophie grumbled.
"And what about the bullet-proof clothes?" Andy asked, "Where the hell did they come from?"
"Spiderman." Phoebe shrugged, before explaining, "So, this guy got bitten by a radioactive spider, and turned into this giant man spider who can make these really strong but thin webs. He was being used by the government, until we... liberated him."
"Although his conditions could be better." Sophie grumbled, "I mean, the guy is hideous, but a real sweetheart. He doesn't deserve to spend his entire life in a basement."
"Yeah, but you know what happened last time they let him out? He was almost killed." Phoebe pointed out.
"So, all our clothes are bullet-proof?" Andy said hopefully.
"No, sweetie, just the ones we think you're going to wear into battle." Sophie explained.
"But how..." Andy began, only to get a look from the two telepaths, which quickly shut him up as he realised the answer to his question. Then he frowned, "Wait, then why aren't we all wearing helmets?"
"And mess up this hair?" Phoebe scoffed.
"We'd rather die." Sophie said.
This entire conversation was had during the ride home, and for every second of it Lorna was staring angrily at Esme, who looked like she desperately wanted to defend herself, but didn't dare. There was only one reason the Frosts, and particularly Esme, could have had for neglecting to inform Lorna about the bullet-proof clothing, and that was because they were hoping something like this was happening. It was beyond manipulative, and all Lorna wanted to do was scream and lash out, which she had done, but it hadn't been enough. She needed more of a release of what she was feeling, and she knew exactly how to use Esme to get it.
*
That ride home had seemed to last an eternity, as did dragging Esme up to her room, but once they were there Lorna could finally get what she wanted. Which was an incredible relief, because for weeks she had been conflicted about what she really wanted, but once again her mind was clear and she was free to get what she wanted. To take it. And oh, did she take what she wanted. Namely Esme. As in she pushed her up against a wall and kissed her as soon as the door to her bedroom was closed. Well, actually the kissing began before that, Lorna pulling Esme into her arms and attacking her lips with her own as she kicked that door closed, but once it was closed the real fun began, the green headed girl smirking as she made her lover whimper and gasp just from the passionate kiss.
It didn't take long for Lorna to push her tongue into Esme's mouth and bully hers into submission with her own, but it just wasn't enough. Not after what this bitch had put her through today. So she bit down onto Esme's lips, gently at first, but inevitably hard enough to draw blood. Which made Esme break the kiss momentarily and look shocked, before predictably a smug smirk crossed her face, which Lorna wanted to slap off that face, but not as bad as she wanted to kiss it away, which was exactly what she did. She also pushed Esme more firmly against the door, and bit her again, but this time the twisted little blonde just whimpered and moaned in delight.
After who knows how many minutes of that Lorna broke the kiss and breathlessly grumbled, "Were you trying to give me a heart attack?"
"What?" Esme mumbled in a daze, which Lorna quickly made sure she knew was the wrong answer.
"Don't do that, you know exactly what I mean." Lorna warned with an angry growl, "You wanted to get shot!"
"Well, I didn't want to get shot, exactly." Esme protested, and then when Lorna gave her a look she quickly added, "But... I... I wasn't expecting it to happen so soon. No one warned us about the plastic bullets, I swear. We were just given bad Intel. This, this isn't exactly how I wanted it to go down... but..."
"But you're a, by any means necessary, kind of girl?" Lorna finished for her.
"Well, yeah." Esme revealed, before cautiously asking, "So, on a scale of 1 to 10, how mad are you?"
"Over 9000." Lorna grumbled, and then when it was clear Esme didn't get her playful reference she quickly added, "Mostly because it worked."
"It did?" Esme grinned brightly.
"Yeah." Lorna forced herself to reveal, hating every second of it, but knowing it needed to be said, "I hate you so much right now I could kill you myself. Or beat the shit out of you. Or most likely just avoid you for another week and sulk. But for a second there, I lost you. Suddenly I was facing life without you in it... without ever getting the chance to tell you how I actually feel about you... and it was agony."
There was a brief pause and then Esme cautiously pushed, "So?"
"So, that whole taking it slow, no sex, no labels bull shit? That's done now. You want me so bad? Fine, now you get to suffer the consequences." Lorna said firmly, abruptly throwing Esme onto her bed, getting on top of her and grabbing her face so she had her full attention, "Look at me! Look! At! Me! You want to be my girlfriend? You want to be neglected, mistreated and treated like crap? Even after everything I've done to you? Fine, have it your way. Congratulations, your my girlfriend now, and I'm yours... but more importantly, you're mine! And from this moment, you're forbidden to get yourself killed, or even heard. I won't allow it, you hear? No, I sentence you to life as my girlfriend, so you'll be punished for what you've done."
"Lorna-" Esme began cautiously.
"Shut your God damn mouth!" Lorna snapped, before realising she was being a little too aggressive, so she stumbled off of Esme and the bed and then told the other girl, "You wanna leave? Go right ahead, but if you stay, you do what I say."
There was another brief pause and then Esme softly asked, "Why would I ever leave you?"
Which of course made Lorna smirk, and then as firmly as she could she ordered, "Take off your clothes."
Unsurprisingly Esme scrambled to obey, causing Lorna to smirk again, although that expression faded away quickly as she was exposed to the pretty little body which had been haunting her dreams even before their first time together, and especially after it. Then Lorna slowly took off her own clothes, teasing Esme as much as possible which was a wonderful role reversal for them. Oh yes, Lorna could tell that Esme was regretting not doing the same, but she was going to make sure the other girl got the opportunity. But for now she got to be the one doing the teasing, before she crawled back on top of Esme, this time their naked bodies pressing against each other in such a delightful way which caused both girls to pause for a few long seconds.
Then Lorna informed her new girlfriend, "Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to fuck you, and fuck you, and fuck you, and the only thing you're going to do is lie there and take it. Take it, and moan, and whimper and cry. And most of all, you're going to cum. You're going to cum, and cum, and cum, until you beg me to stop."
Yet another brief pause, and then Esme smirked, "We're going to be here all night."
Lorna smirked back and lowered her lips to Esme's, "That's the idea."
Their next kiss was surprisingly sweet given Lorna's promise, or perhaps threat, which clearly took them both off-guard and was something they became lost in for a few long minutes. Then Lorna moved her lips down to Esme's neck, which like the kissing was familiar and easy territory she found herself lingering on for longer than she actually wanted before 'manning up' and moving lower. Which to be fair wasn't that scary, but it was definitely new for her, as while she had groped Esme's tits plenty of times now this was different. This was Lorna kissing her way up one of them and taking a nipple into her mouth to gently start sucking on it, causing the most wonderful gasp followed by a moan to escape Esme's lips.
They were the kind of sounds which Lorna had promised to force out of Esme, and the green haired girl was never more confident that she could succeed, those sounds causing her to grin around Esme's nipple and suck it more eagerly. Which didn't even feel like that big a deal compared to what they had done previously, but honestly it was a prelude to actually going down on another girl for the first time in her life, and despite her bravado Lorna was really nervous. Fortunately it was currently being overridden by her excitement, and while there was a real chance that could change Lorna desperately tried to shut off her brain and just concentrate on giving Esme pleasure. Which at least for a while was easy, as Lorna quickly grew to like sucking on Esme's boobs.
It certainly wasn't as fun as some of the other things they had already done together, but it had it's charms, and she might even prefer it to when the roles were reversed, because Esme had teased her for a frustratingly long time. Now it was Lorna doing the teasing, and she got great satisfaction from every sound she squeezed out of the other girl. Besides, having received foreplay plenty of times she knew what to do, and more importantly what not to do. Although while she normally didn't like biting it seemed to really work for Esme, and it definitely worked for Lorna as it felt like she was marking what was hers. Which caused them both to smile wickedly, telling Lorna the bitch was in her head again.
As 'punishment' Lorna bit down extra hard, almost enough to draw blood again, and then started going back and forth between those perky little titties, teasing Esme as much as possible in the process. However somewhere along the way her lips started to linger just over Esme's heart, the bruising on the flesh hiding it from view suggesting that just because something was bullet-proof didn't mean it was a perfect defence. No, unlike the truly bullet-proof mutants Esme hadn't been able to just shake off a bullet, and she might even get a nasty scar on her perfect skin to remind her just how close she came to death. Which of course upset Lorna all over again, albeit not as bad, and she found herself kissing the ugly bruise over and over again, which was an even more effective form of teasing as it didn't result in the same reactions from Esme.
It did however prompted Esme to whimper, "Lower! Please Lorna, mmmmm, lower. Or just... just give me more! Ohhhhh yeahhhhh, I don't care what you do, oh fuck, just... more."
Their eyes locked and they exchanged a gentle smile before Lorna started kissing her way down Esme's stomach until she reached her destination. Lorna then just stared nervously at it for a few long seconds, at another girl's wet pussy, and then like a coward Lorna started kissing her way slowly down Esme's right leg and then eventually up her left, making her lover squirm and beg even more. Which was very satisfying, and if asked Lorna would swear that was her intention, but that wasn't the case, and the annoying fact was that she couldn't hide it from Esme. Which of course led to Esme giving her an out, which Lorna found sweet, but unacceptable. No, she had to follow through with her original plan, and that was exactly what she was going to do.
"You, you don't have too, you know?" Esme stammered, not wanting too but feeling like she had too, "You can just finger me again, or you can let me eat your pussy. We can do whatever you want. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I... I... ooooooooh yeeeeeeeessssssssss, oh Lorna! Lorna? Ohhhhhhh yesssssss, yessssssss fuck me! Fuck me! Oh God!"
Mostly ignoring those reassuring words Lorna returned to her original destination, took a calming breath, stuck out her tongue and slid it over Esme's pussy, starting at the bottom and slowly making her way to the top. Which beyond a shadow of a doubt sealed the deal, Lorna Dane wasn't straight. She might not be 100% gay, but she at least liked one girl. This girl, and she was 100% gay for her, because she instantly loved the taste of Esme's pussy, Lorna moaning softly and happily, which truth be told made Esme even more happier than the initial lick. Which of course was really saying something considering just how loudly Esme cried out and then moaned in pleasure.
Lorna could practically taste the smug smile on Esme's face at having gotten exactly what she wanted, which again gave her the overwhelming urge to wipe that look off her face. Only this time Lorna had a new and different way of doing it, which was much more mutually pleasurable than violence, not that she really thought about any other option than repeating that initial lick over and over again. This not only got Esme to stop smirking, it fulfilled part of Lorna's promise/threat and turned the blonde into a moaning, whimpering and crying wreck as the green headed girl continued licking her pussy. But especially whenever she lingered on Esme's cute little clit.
Part of Lorna just wanted to concentrate on that cute little clit and make Esme cum as fast and as hard as possible, and then concentrate on making her cum as much as possible, however they both knew it would be more satisfying if she draw this out, hence why her girlfriend didn't beg for more. Wow, girlfriend. Lorna had a girlfriend. She had a beautiful girlfriend, who clearly adored her, and was as tasty as fuck. Wow! Lorna was overwhelmed by her newly minted lesbian relationship for a few long minutes, and probably for the days and maybe even the weeks to follow. Almost as much as she was overwhelmed, and would probably continue to be overwhelmed, by just how much she loved the taste of pussy.
She had tasted herself before on... former boyfriends' lips, and one in particular who she desperately didn't want to think about right now, but this was totally different. She was tasting Esme Frost directly from the source, and it was so hot and sweet, and Lorna just couldn't get enough of it. Which made her wonder what girl cum would be like. She'd liked guy cum, but she really wanted to taste girl cum. More importantly she wanted to taste Esme's cum, but not before her girlfriend was truly ready to give it to her. Besides, Lorna was happy to indulge in her newly discovered queer side and gently lick her new girlfriend's twat for what felt like an eternity until Esme finally begged for more.
At first Esme could only cry out Lorna's name, but eventually she got her voice back enough to whimper, "More! Please more! Make me cum! Ohhhhhh yesssssss, make me cum, mmmmm, just like you promised. I wanna cum, oooooooh Gooooodddddd, I need to cum! Please Lorna, my Queen, spoil me even more by making me cum in your wonderful mouth, mmmmm, and all over your beautiful face. Oh God, fuck me! Fuck me please, oooooooh, I need to be fucked! Please Lorna, I... oooooooh yesssssss, mmmmm fuck, right there, oh God, fuck me Lorna, oh please fuck me! Fuck me! ooooooooohhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeessssssssss! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkk!"
Initially Lorna just left Esme to squirm, whimper and beg for her, because she had never loved anything more, but eventually she obliged by sliding her tongue against the entrance to the other girl's pussy, lingering there for a few long seconds before slamming it inside. Oh yes, Lorna literally shoved her tongue into Esme's cunt, making the other girl completely incoherent for a few wonderful minutes. During that time Lorna fulfilled another part of her promise/threat by making another girl cum in her mouth, then automatically removing her tongue from Esme and sealing her lips around her entrance so she could swallow as much girl cum as she possibly could. Which wasn't nearly enough for her liking, but it was still a respectable amount.
Predictably she instantly loved the taste, perhaps even more than Esme's regular pussy cream, if that was possible. Which pushed Lorna to go back to the tongue fucking once that initial orgasm was over so she could push Esme to another, and another, and another, just like she had promised/threatened to do. As that was her priority more than swallowing this tasty treat Lorna reluctantly ended up swapping her inexperienced tongue for her slightly more experienced fingers, pushing one and then two into Esme's twat while wrapping her mouth around her girlfriend's clit. This really made Esme go off like a rocket, so much so that the final part of Lorna's threat/promise was achieved sooner than she wanted it too.
"Stop!" Esme cried out, struggling to get that one coherent word out under her current conditions.
Lorna didn't stop instantly, but she did start slowing down the thrusting of her fingers and take her mouth off of Esme's clit. She did that automatically, and initially planned to slow the thrusting down to a stop and then pulled those fingers out, but then she carefully studied Esme and something just didn't add up to her. So instead she increased the speed of the fingering to a snails pace before slowly and carefully crawling up Esme's body until they were face to face, Lorna expecting to see her girlfriend smiling again, but to her delight instead she looked bashful. But more importantly, she didn't look exhausted, something which Lorna quickly pointed out in annoyance.
"You can take more." Lorna pointed out.
"Not if I'm going to return the favour." Esme explained.
"You're not going too." Lorna said firmly, "Not tonight."
"But-" Esme began.
"No buts!" Lorna growled, "You don't get to touch me. Not tonight. Because tonight, it's all about your pleasure, and just how much of it I can force out of you."
As she spoke Lorna gradually built up the speed of her finger fucking and began to rub Esme's clit with her thumb. These things were far from unwelcomed, but Esme did open her mouth to complain again, prompting Lorna to silence her with another kiss. Esme even tried objecting to that, but inevitably she melted into the kiss and relaxed, allowing Lorna to finger her to a few more orgasms. Given the other girl's current state Lorna tried to keep her thrusting as gentle as possible, while making sure Esme stayed nice and wound up so it was easy to keep her cumming. Which was wonderful for a while, until Esme broke the kiss and protested again.
"Please, it's too much." Esme whimpered.
"You can take it. I believe in you." Lorna reassured.
"I can't." Esme whined.
"Just one more?" Lorna pushed, and then when her girlfriend nodded she gently added, "Here, maybe this will help."
With those words Lorna gently rolled Esme onto her side and pressed her naked body to hers from behind. Which was pretty difficult given their current positions, and the fact that Lorna was left with one hand to do it as the other was busy fingering Esme, but luckily she was empowered with adrenaline and lust. Of course at first glance this might seem a strange move which didn't benefit anyone, as it was much more easier kissing the other way and getting to stare into each other's eyes was as much of a turn on as anything else. But this way Lorna could rub herself against Esme's cute little ass, and that feeling, along with the idea that she might make the other girl cum just from something like rubbing herself against her, clearly pushed the blonde over the edge of another orgasm.
"Lorna..." Esme began with a pathetic whimper, but struggled to be able to continue.
"Just one more? I mean it this time." Lorna promised, "Please baby, I'm so close. Please? Let's cum together. It will be romantic."
There was a brief pause and then Esme groaned, "Just, one."
Which in turn caused Lorna to grin, "That's my girl."
Lorna felt selfish for what she was doing, especially right now, but it was hard for her to say what she was mostly feeling, and while she had done a pretty good job by her standards earlier it just didn't like enough. Nothing did, so far her only option was to bombard Esme with as much pleasure as she could possibly take. Hell, she kind of wanted Esme to pass out in her arms, but it seemed her lover was too cautious for that. Which Lorna could certainly respect and understand, but it was a little annoying in the moment. Oh well, she had squeezed what had to be a record number of climaxes out of her girlfriend so far, and she was determined to get at least one more out of her.
Just as she was on the brink Esme whispered, "Choke me."
"No." Lorna said firmly, "Not this time."
"Please? Please hurt me." Esme pleaded, tears sliding down her cheeks, "I deserve it. I'm bad."
"You're not. You're wonderful and I... I..." Lorna briefly hesitated before whispering, "I love you."
For anyone else those words could have been discarded as something said while lost in sex, but Esme knew just how much Lorna meant them, a.k.a. way more than was healthy during this stage of their relationship, which was ironically not quite as much as Esme seemed to adore her. Which made Esme cry and cum one more time, Lorna barely being able to resist breaking her word and not continuing, but the moment had pushed her over the edge to and she was feeling as emotionally exhausted as Esme was physically. So instead she slowly bought Esme down from her high, then pulled her fingers out of Esme's cunt and brought them up to her mouth. Esme then whimpered softly, which initially Lorna took as disappointment that the other girl was getting to clean those fingers, but then it turned into crying, which made Lorna worried.
"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" Lorna asked softly.
"No, it's just..." Esme breathlessly replied, "No one's ever done that for me before."
Lorna frowned in disbelief, "What, gone down on you?"
"No..." Esme hesitantly admitted, then looked back at her lover, "No one's made sex all about me."
The two girls exchanged a soft smile, and then Lorna promised, "It won't be the last time."
Esme preened happily at the thought of having sex with Lorna again, but quickly protested, "I'd prefer it to be all about you, or at least 50-50."
Lorna smirked, "Oh don't worry, you'll get your chance."
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