Erotica Fanfiction - Anger Management

WARNING! This story is a depiction of sex between two consenting females. If that kind of thing bothers you, isn't your cup of tea, makes you want to tie someone to a fencepost, then by all means do not read. If you are under age, do not read. If your state has laws in place against this sort of thing, then you should probably move...just sayin'. Otherwise, please read on and enjoy. Constructive criticism is welcome as always, but please, don't be rude.

Fandom: D.E.B.S.
Pairing: Amy/Lucy

Anger Management

"Jesus fucking Christ Amy, will you get the fuck off my BACK already?!?" Lucy snapped at Amy, spinning around abruptly to face the blonde in question.


Amy stood her ground, her jaw set and her dark blue eyes flashing as she stared unwaveringly into the hard, dark, mocha orbs in front of her.


"What, you expect me to go to school, buy the groceries, cook your dinner, wash the dishes AND pick up after you Lucy? I'm not one of your fucking henchmen..I'm not here simply for your convenience…and I'm certainly not your motherfucking MAID." Amy spat the last word out with disdain.


"Oh, that's fucking RICH Amy. Fucking rich. What the HELL do you think I do all goddamn day? I run 3 fucking businesses. THREE. The only goddamn reason you get stuck buying groceries and cooking dinner is because I'm at work busting my goddamn balls until seven or eight at night. Working Amy, because you want me to keep on the up and up and don't want to use the inheritance money to live on. We could be living easy, but instead I have to work my ass off to keep you in this lifestyle. You think your art supplies are cheap? Do you think your tuition to the most prestigious art school in Spain is free?!?" Lucy stepped closer to Amy as she spoke, backing her until she was nearly against a wall, her temper flaring more and more with each word and accusation she threw at the blonde. "I work my fucking ass off for you Amy, and I'm goddamn well TIRED when I get home, so if I want to leave a dirty cup on the coffee table or my shoes in the living room I'm damn well going to do it!"


Amy stepped closer to Lucy, their noses now nearly touching in their anger.


"You fucking encouraged ME to leave all I knew Lucy. YOU fucking convinced me to leave my job and come here with you to live our fairytale life." At the word fairytale she rolled her eyes skyward. "And now you presume to blame ME for fucking insisting we stay on the straight and narrow? Which, if you remember correctly dear, was on the list of agreements we signed to ensure our life here wasn't spent on the run. I had to fucking beg and plead with Petrie to get that contract, would you rather I say fuck it and let you go back to theft so they have reason to come after us? Maybe you're used to living your life on the run Lucy, but I'm not. I refuse to fucking live that way if there's a goddamn way around it. Jesus fucking Christ Lucy, if you're so goddamn sick of making an honest living then maybe you should go back to your old lifestyle…without me."


Lucy's eyes went wide for a moment, then hardened as she registered what Amy had said. She drew back her fist and slammed it as hard as she could into the wall next to Amy's head, forcing the blonde against the wall in the process. Amy's eyes registered shock at Lucy's action, then she shoved Lucy away from her.


"WHAT THE FUCK LUCY?!?" Amy screamed at her lover, still shocked that she'd come so close to punching her. Sure, they went full contact when they sparred, but they'd never raised a hand to one another in anger.


Lucy shoved Amy back hard, slamming the taller woman into the wall hard enough to knock the breath out of her. She moved closer still and set her jaw, gritting out her next words through clenched teeth.


"If you fucking want to hurt me Amy," she spoke her lover's name as if it were a bitter taste in her mouth, "then fucking hurt me. But don't you fucking EVER threaten to leave me again. Say what you mean and goddamn well mean what you fucking say."


"Fuck you Lucy. You don't get to order me around." Amy felt something shift inside her and grabbed Lucy by the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her in for a bruising, violent kiss. Amy felt the surge of anger fuse with something more primitive

as she kissed Lucy hard and deep, pulling Lucy's tongue into her own mouth with more fierceness than she thought she possessed. Gripping hard to the back of Lucy's neck as she willed her lover closer to her, she bit down on Lucy's bottom lip. Lucy started to protest Amy's actions, the fresh anger still coursing through her veins, but Amy quickly ducked under Lucy's arm and shoved the thief against the wall face first. She pressed her body full length against the darker woman's and moved her mouth next to Lucy's ear. "So stop…" Amy's hand roughly reached around Lucy and snaked under her shirt to pinch a nipple hard. "Being…" Her foot moved between Lucy's to kick her legs apart further. "A fucking bitch." She removed her hand from Lucy's shirt and took both of the thief's hands in her own, extending their arms above their heads. Her mouth still next to Lucy's ear, she growled to the thief, "keep them there." That said she moved her own hands down to her pocket.


"This is going to have to go," Amy said, as she brought her pocket knife up to slice easily through the white spaghetti straps of Lucy's tank top, then slit it down the center. Lucy gasped as she felt first the cool dull back of the knife blade against her skin, then the cool air against her naked breasts.


"Shut up." Amy reached behind her to pull her own shirt off, then pressed again against Lucy's body as her arms wrapped around Lucy's waist, nimbly unbuckled her belt and undid the fly of her jeans. Crouching down she slid Lucy's low slung, baggy cargo pants to the floor, then lifted first one of the thief's feet up to remove the pants, then the other. She righted herself, shimmying out of her own jeans and moving to press herself against her naked lover.

Lucy's body shivered as she felt the smooth skin of her lover against her back. She edged herself backwards as far as she could in search of more contact. Amy pulled backwards as she felt Lucy move closer to her.


"No. You don't move." Amy emphasized her point by biting down hard on the crook of Lucy's neck. "You move again I'm walking away from you and going to bed, understand me?" Lucy nodded her head slightly. "Good." Amy grinned to herself as she snaked her arm around Lucy's hip and cupped her hand over Lucy's smooth shaven mound. She pressed her palm upwards and rubbed in slow circles, relishing in the flood of wetness she found there. "Someone's all hot and bothered," she teased as she continued to rotate her palm against Lucy's center. Her free hand found its way to Lucy's pert breasts and began a slow torture of pinches and rubs and pulls there. She pulled her hand away from Lucy's center and felt her lover's body jerk at the sudden absence. Chuckling to herself she moved two fingers to Lucy's dripping wet center and pushed them hard and fast into her. Lucy's body clenched hard around her fingers at the shock of their entrance, then her muscles eased some as Amy continued to pump her. Amy extended her index finger so that every upstroke she was coming into contact with her clit. She smiled into the nape of Lucy's neck as she felt the jolt of the new stimulation rip through her lover's body. Amy rocked her hand into Lucy faster, her hard fast thrusts taking Lucy to the line between pleasure and pain and straddling it. Lucy threw her head back, exposing her throat and Amy took full advantage, sucking hard on the skin just off center of Lucy's throat. She knew there'd be a big mark tomorrow, but she couldn't be bothered to care. Lucy sure wasn't complaining. More to the point, she could feel Lucy's muscles starting to grasp at her fingers as she pumped her. Amy pulled out of her for a moment to run her fingers from the front to the back and back again. Re-entering Lucy she used her index again to stroke her clit, and as she felt Lucy building again against her hand she used her thumb to completely fill her lover. Lucy's hips bucked against her and Lucy let go a low moan that sent Amy to the edge of abandon along with her love. She pumped into Lucy again and felt herself slip over the edge as her lover did the same. The air around them was filled with a chorus of their moans and screams and groans. Amy collapsed against Lucy, who was pressed against the wall and they remained that way as the sweat on their bodies cooled and they caught their breath. Amy was the first to recover, and stood upright slowly. She glanced at the mess of clothes around them and glanced pointedly at her lover, who had turned around but was still leaning against the wall. Smirking, Amy turned and walked away from the mess of plaster and clothes and laid down in their bed. Lucy, now fully recovered, shook her head incredulously and began gathering their clothes, grumbling under her breath as she cleaned up their mess.


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