Erotica Fanfiction - Predatory

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: Lucy/Amy

Predatory



The dark haired beauty walked into the busy club, a predatory gleam to her nearly black eyes. She scanned the crowd with a self confident smile. There was an overabundance of beauty out there, a sea of women out there just waiting for her to choose the cream of the crop. She glanced down at herself, the black jeans with the waistline that sat just above her pubic bone, the halter top that lifted and pressed her breasts into perfection. Yep, everything's straight. At that thought she chuckled. Well, except for what's inside the clothes.


She fought her way through the crowd to the bar, well aware of the burning stares as everyone's eyes moved to her. The bartender moved to her as she arrived, her eyes traveling up and down Lucy's body.


"What can I get you," she asked, her eyes conveying just what she'd like to get her.


"Two shots of Patron silver and a top shelf long island." The bartender's eyebrows shot up at the order, then prepared and handed it to her gorgeous customer. "On the house honey, and here's my number in case you feel like having something a little more intoxicating later"


Lucy favored the woman with her smile and then took her shots back to back. The smooth tequila burned its way down to her stomach and she smiled again. Grabbing her Long Islandshe turned from the bar, tucking the bartender's number in her back pocket as she walked away.


Moving through the floors packed with people with the ease of water she prowled, much as a lean and wild panther would search out her next meal. Her dark eyes were akin to a panther's too. Predatory, searching, always alert, always ready to pounce. Women were making themselves visible to her left and right, but Lucy gave them little more than a passing glance. She was in search of quality, not quantity and most of these women were a dime a dozen. She moved her way up the stairs to the upper seating area overlooking the dance floor and settled herself into a seat near the railing. A tall, waifish redhead with intense green eyes made as if to sit down, but at Lucy's glance she backed away slowly.


As she sat sipping her drink and scanning the crush of dancers below her she settled on one figure that suddenly seemed to her to be the only one on the dance floor. Long slim legs sheathed in tight blue denim rose to a brief glance of well defined pale skin at her abdomen. A spaghetti strapped tank top hung loosely over her obviously free breasts. A defined collarbone, a graceful swan like neck and a face that was a mask of ecstasy as she danced by herself. Gorgeous, in a word. Perfect. Everything Lucy had come to the club weekend after weekend in search of suddenly there in front of her. She watched for a moment as the songs changed and the sway of the blonde goddess's hips changed to suit.


Her feet moving as if of their own accord Lucy abandoned her drink and made her way to the dance floor. Her gaze fixed on the blonde, she walked with determination. Her nostrils flared delicately with her excited breathing, her pupils dilated with the thrill of the hunt. Narrowing in she moved up in front of the taller woman, and as she did the blonde's eyes opened and looked into Lucy's. Moving closer still Lucy's body matched rhythm with the other woman's and holding her gaze she took the blonde's hands in her own and moved them to her own neck. The blonde complied, allowing one hand to slide at the back of Lucy's neck and moving the other to the shorter girl's hip. Lucy's own hands moved to the blonde's waist and she allowed herself the privilege of grazing her fingertips down the woman's bare midriff before settling them there. Pulling the blonde closer still she put their bodies in the closest proximity possible as they ground against one another, their eyes never blinking, never breaking their heated stare. The two figures moved against and with one another as if they'd been born to dance this dance together. As if every day of their life had been spent training for this one moment when their bodys met on this dance floor. The crowd around them moved to give them berth and then stood watching. Their hips swayed and gyrated against one another, their hands traveled against skin and fabric and tangled in hair as if they were old lovers and not two strangers in a club.


The last notes of the song faded and the two slowly stopped moving, still looking into one another's eyes. Lucy grinned at the blonde, and motioned her head towards the exit. The blonde's eyebrows quirked for a moment, then she nodded her head in consent, her eyes smoldering. Lucy grabbed her hand and led her out of the club.


Lucy hailed a cab and opened the door for her leggy blonde prey. Climbing in next to her she gave the cabbie her address and then focused back on the task at hand. The blonde woman was looking her up and down, and Lucy was enjoying every minute of the scrutiny. She moved closer to the blonde, relishing the scent of her shampoo and perfume as she neared her.


"So, beautiful, what's your name?" Lucy's lips were so close to her ear that she could feel the skin as she spoke. "I'm Lucy Diamond."


"A-amy," the blonde returned. "Amy Bradshaw."


"Amy, are you aware that out of all the women in the club tonight, you were by far the most beautiful?" Lucy poured on the charm. This much talk with one of her conquests was very unlike her, but she paid no mind to the fleeting thought. All semblance of thought was given up in the next moment anyway, when the blonde's lips ceased their attempt to talk and instead moved to her throat, where they were doing the most amazing things to her skin.


Slowly Amy's lips trace a trail of fire up the side of Lucy's sensitive neck. She bit down at Lucy's pulse point, then soothed the pain away with her tongue. Down Lucy's jaw line, moving to her lips, hovering so close that Lucy could feel the heat radiating from her. Amy moved closer, her bottom lip barely grazing Lucy's, and then suddenly they screeched to a halt.


"Six dollars and thirty seven cents please," the cabby's loud voice broke their enchantment. "Miss, we are here, that will be six dollars and thirty seven cents please!"



Rolling her dark eyes skyward, she thrust a ten through the window and was out of the cab and on her way up the walkway before the driver could blink.

Unlocking the front door of the townhouse she held the door open so Amy could step inside, checking the woman's ass out as she walked past. She walked in the door behind Amy and barely taking the time to shut the door she had the taller blonde pressed against the wall and took her lips with such fire that she rendered both of them breathless. Their tongues dueled for dominance as their hands traveled new terrain. Dragging her nails up Amy's stomach Lucy broke the kiss.

"Had to finish what we started back there," she said with a cocky grin, then took Amy's hand in hers and led her up the stairs to her bedroom. They made short work of removing one another's clothes and soon were naked and entangled on the bedspread, their lips yet again dueling, their hands searching and teasing. Lucy pulled back and moved fully onto the bed, grabbing Amy's hands and urging her to follow, and when she did she straddled her hips and pinned her hands above her head with one hand.


"If you fuck like you dance then this could turn out to be an interesting night Miss Bradshaw." Lucy's lips twisted into a smile. She released Amy's hands and moved them to her breasts as her mouth moved to tease Amy's earlobe.


Lucy leaned in and gave Amy a hard but quick kiss, kissing her deep enough to entice, but cut it short and pulled away from the kiss, her lips hovering over Amy's briefly as she stared into her eyes. She hovered there, letting Amy feel her breath hot against her lips, but as Amy reached up to claim her lips she pulled away teasingly. She moved her fingertips to Amy's palms, tracing little patterns in the sensitive skin there, enjoying as Amy squirmed slightly under her touch. Done with her palms, she slowly let her fingers trace their fiery designs down Amy's forearms, biceps, over her breasts and down over her torso, relishing in every gasp, moan and whimper she drew from the blonde beneath her. Down her teasing fingertips went, stopping suddenly just south of Amy's bellybutton. Her thigh slid between Amy's just short of Amy's center. Her eyes burnt into Amy's deep blue pools, her lips still hovering hotly over Amy's she suddenly, simultaneously pulled Amy hard against her and took her lips in a kiss that seared.


The kiss was deep and passionate and Amy felt as if her head was going to explode as Lucy rocked against her hot center, causing the friction she had been yearning for since the club so long ago. Then, as suddenly as she had given the friction, she pulled back and moved her lips to Amy's jaw line. Her kisses rained softly from her jaw line to Amy's ear, where she flicked her tongue against the blonde's earlobe. Moving slightly Lucy positioned herself between Amy's legs and began licking and sucking her way down the side of Amy's graceful neck, down her collarbone, across her breasts and down her taught stomach until she was hovering over the most intoxicating of scents.


Meeting Amy's eyes once more to arch her eyebrow at her, she set upon the task ahead of her. As Lucy's tongue stroked Amy top to bottom the blonde moaned deeply, spurring Lucy on. Lucy entered the blonde and stroked her internally with her tongue before pulling out to lightly tease the little bundle of nerves that was almost throbbing it was so swollen. Amy gasped Lucy's name, making Lucy grin against her, then she heard something she didn't expect from the blonde.



"Lucy, wait," Amy gasped out. "I want to taste you too."



Lucy raised her head from her little slice of heaven to look at the blonde, and then nodded slightly. She moved to the head of the bed and kissed Amy one more time before straddling her head and kissing her way back down the toned body underneath her. She gasped as she felt Amy's tongue part her, reveling for a moment in the feeling before reciprocating the action. Amy's expert tongue soon had Lucy moaning against her heated, slick flesh and Lucy could tell that Amy was about to fall over the edge as well. The dark haired girl slid her fingers inside Amy and was rewarded with an audible moan from the blonde. Then she gasped herself as she felt Amy bite down gently before sucking hard on her clit. Lucy mimicked the action and felt Amy's walls tighten around her fingers as she felt herself lose control and fall over the edge.


The room was filled with moans and oddly religious exclamations as both girls climaxed against the other.

Panting heavily Lucy rolled off Amy to her side and moved up to lay next to the blonde, wrapping her tanned arms around her. Amy turned to her and kissed her deeply, allowing their tastes to mingle on their tongues. Lucy pulled the blonde tight to her chest and felt her body start to relax into sleep. This was the point where she normally made a point to tell her one night stands that it was time for them to go to sleep…in separate beds, but oddly Lucy didn't want to send Amy packing. She couldn't help but think as the last vestiges of consciousness left her that she was pretty sure she wanted to know what waking up next to this one felt like in the morning.


Fin