Erotica Fanfiction - Storm Over Troubled Water

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

Storm Over Troubled Water


The storm threw angry white yellow bolts of lightning out over the ocean, the bright energy seeming to be absorbed by the turbulent water, maybe stirring it up. The waves were large and frothy, beating against the shore as if they wished to cause it pain. The shore itself was as turbulent as the water, grains of sand being pulled from their resting place on the ground to fly through the air with the power of a tornado. They beat against the driftwood strewn about, stark white as a clean bone against the darkness of the night and the storm, and against the tall, slight woman leaning against a classic Cadillac. The windows were up on the beautiful car, protecting its interior from the fury outside, but the lone figure had no such protection. She made no attempt to shield her face from the blowing sand, nor to cover her dark locks from the torrential rain pouring over her and soaking her blue jeans or her black wife beater. No, she welcomed the pain and wetness, especially the wetness running down her face, for the rain hid the copious tears that pricked at the back of her eyelids, and made their way down her cheeks as her body shook violently with the strength of her crying. No, she barely noticed the storm around her for the storm going on inside her own body. She shook her head violently, tossing water and tears from her face as she gritted her teeth. She couldn't believe the events of the evening. She had planned the evening perfectly. It was their one year anniversary, she had intended on surprising Amy with a beautiful candle lit dinner that she had lovingly prepared for the two of them. Not to mention the favor she'd had to call in to a chef friend of hers to actually teach her to cook the meal. She had bought the finest swordfish steaks she could find, prepared them in banana leaves, and steamed them to perfection. The fish she had laid on a bed of wild long grain rice. She'd added a small salad of romaine leaves with sliced roma tomatoes and tossed with a raspberry vinaigrette and for dessert she had chocolate dipped strawberries that she had intended to segue to the bedroom, where she had made their bed with pale rose colored silk sheets strewn with long stem cala lilies. At the top of the bed resting between their silk encased pillows was a flat red pillow in the shape of a heart with a small jewelry case tied to the pillow with a pale rose colored ribbon. Once everything was done, right on schedule and with no 'oopses', she changed into a pair of black dress slacks and a crimson silk v neck shirt with a black dress jacket over it, then moved to the living room where she sat to wait the ten minutes until Amy should walk through the door. And waited. Checking the clock she saw it was well past time for Amy to be home, so she grabbed for the phone to call her. It's not like her to be late and not ca…no sooner had the thought passed her mind than the phone in her hand rang, the caller ID announcing Amy's cellular number. Clicking the talk button to answer she moved to the floor to ceiling window and looked at the ominous dark clouds rolling in over the darkness of the ocean.

"Hello?" Lucy's voice shook slightly with worry.

"Babe, hi…I just wanted to call you and let you know that I'm going to go out for a drink with Skye for a bit. She's just broken up with her boyfriend and needs a shoulder. I shouldn't be too late ok?" Lucy's eyes darted to the plates on the table, the candles waiting to be lit and she felt tears prick the back of her eyelids. Amy seemed to have forgotten. Lucy took a long breath and opened her mouth to speak, hoping her voice wouldn't waver.

"Baby, you still there?" Amy inquired, wondering at her love's extended silence.

"Yeah, yeah I'm here."

Amy picked up on something in Lucy's voice and she wondered at it, but her thought process was interrupted by Lucy speaking.

"You and Skye have fun. I'm gonna go." Lucy spoke quickly, and as she pulled the phone from her ear to turn it off she heard Amy saying "love you". Pressing the talk button again to disconnect the phone she tossed it on the couch and made her way to their bedroom. She ignored the bed as she changed from the dress clothes she'd worn for their dinner to street clothes and made her way from the house.

The third door in their four car garage opened and Lucy backed out slowly, pausing to click the remote door opener to close it. She sat there in the driveway thinking about where to go as the first fat drops of rain fell. Making up her mind she pulled out into the road and drove a short distance before pulling her car out onto the sand of the beach, a safe distance from the waves that were already beginning to pick up with the incoming storm. Exiting the car she kicked her flip-flops off near the car door and moved around to the front end. She leaned back against the car as she started crying harder in concert with the rain coming faster and harder.

Amy clicked the garage door opener and pulled her sleek black Mazda RX8 into the spot and clicked the opener to close the door again. She noticed that Lucy's caddy was missing and furrowed her brow as she opened her door and grabbed her book bag and turned, a tiny bit unsteady from her drinks, to the entryway to the house. Upon disarming/resetting the alarm she closed the door behind her and walked into the dark house. She fumbled for the light switch and, upon finding it, the dining room was flooded with soft light. Amy's eyebrows rose as she saw the beautiful place settings for two and the candles gracing the center of the table. The food on the plates had long gone cold. She looked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door and saw the plate of obviously hand dipped chocolate strawberries. Through the slight alcohol haze her mind was reeling, trying to figure out what it was that she was missing. Then, like a brick wall, the date hit her.

"Sonuvabitch"

She moved to the bedroom, noticing the curtain pulled back from the floor to ceiling glass window behind their couch as she passed. Turning on the light in the bedroom her eyes widened as she saw the bed. Sitting on the edge of it she picked up one of the lilies, stroking the beautiful flower idly as she realized how bad she'd messed up. Lucy generally wasn't the most romantic, not that Amy minded, she always managed to let her know she was loved…but it appeared she'd pulled out all the tricks she had up her sleeve to make tonight special. Amy's eyes teared up and she rose from the bed. Walking back into the living room she stood, unknowingly, in the same spot Lucy had stood earlier when Amy had crushed all her hopes for the evening. Looking at the raging storm over the ocean, Amy suddenly knew where Lucy was. She quickly changed into jeans and a tank top and ran out the door, keys in hand. She raced out of the drive and tore the few blocks to the public access area of the beach. She parked her car in the lot, stepped out of the car and was immediately drenched. With an especially bright bolt of lightning she made out the rear end of the Cadillac about halfway out on the sand and began making her way towards the car. Rounding the front bumper she stopped, knowing Lucy sensed her, and took in her girlfriend's wet and distraught visage. At this point Lucy was sitting on the hood of the Cadillac completely drenched and still crying, though quietly. Amy moved towards Lucy and took one of the thin woman's hands in her own, softly pulling her from the hood of the car. Lucy allowed this, but stepped back from Amy as soon as her feet hit the sand. A flash of lightning showed Lucy's face as the epitome of hurt. For her part Amy's face was remorseful and pleading. She slowly moved closer to Lucy, until she was close enough to risk putting her hand on her lover's cold and wet cheek. Her other arm wrapped around Lucy's waist and pulled her closer to her, Finally close enough to whisper against Lucy's ear Amy told her dark haired love that she was sorry in as many ways as she could think of. Seeing that none of them were doing anything to ease her lover's pain, she pulled Lucy's face to hers and kissed her softly. Lucy didn't respond, her lips cold and unmoving as Amy kissed her. Amy didn't give up though, she softly and slowly kissed those ungiving lips until they had warmth in them and began responding to her own. Soon Lucy was returning Amy's kisses with passionate and angry kisses of her own. She seemed to be punishing Amy's lips for ruining their anniversary. The rain poured down over both of them as their lips and tongues dueled for dominance. Amy wasn't giving in to Lucy this time, she had something to make up to her lover. As the rain poured over their bodies Amy reached for the hem of Lucy's beater, pulling it upward until their locked lips blocked any further progress. Pulling away from Lucy long enough to remove her shirt and then her own, smirking at the distinctive lack of bras on both of their parts. Lucy moaned into Amy's mouth as she felt the cold downpour against her bare skin, her nipples immediately hardening as they brushed against Amy's rain slick chest. Amy's hands soon found their way to Lucy's sensitive breasts and bringing another gasp from her lover as she rolled the nipples between her index and thumbs. Massaging the entirety of Lucy's smallish breasts under her skilled hands she felt Lucy's back arching, pressing her breasts more fully into her strong hands. Taking one of her hands away, Amy made her way down to the button fly of her jeans and undid them, then lifted Lucy to the hood of the car where she encouraged her to lay back as she slid her jeans down and off, once again noticing a distinctive lack of undergarments. Lucy began to sit back up but Amy stopped her with a hand to her chest. She scooted Lucy's bottom to the edge of the car and knelt down in the wet sand. She moved her right hand to Lucy's smooth mound and spread her lips, allowing the downpour direct contact with her lover's clit. Lucy gasped at the new feeling, her back arching as the water rolled down and over her. Amy pressed her face against Lucy's mound, slowly licking her lover from bottom to top; her tongue pointed and hard against Lucy's slit. After flicking hard against her clit once, twice, Amy moved back down and entered Lucy. Drawing her lover's elixir out, she stroked her up and down a few times until Lucy's clit was erect and causing her to writhe and moan against the hood as the water pounded against it while Amy's tongue worked its magic inside her. Soon enough though, Amy replaced her talented tongue with her long, slender fingers and began a process of sucking and licking and nibbling Lucy's erect clit as the rainwater washed over both of them and her fingers stroked and curled inside her love, massaging her from the inside as her mouth massaged her. Lucy, never really a vocal lover, was bucking against the hood of her car moaning with abandon and calling to Amy and Jesus and screaming words that would make a sailor blush. Amy felt Lucy tightening against her fingers, felt the orgasm building under her, felt Lucy explode against her face, bucking her hips hard against Amy's face. Amy felt her lover's orgasm start to fade, but she still continued her work inside and outside her lover. Lucy was beyond words now, only able to make guttural sounds and wrap her hand in Amy's soaked golden locks. Amy suddenly bit down on Lucy's clit and made a move with her fingers she'd never used on Lucy before and grinned against her lovers wet mound as she felt her lover's immediate orgasm that seemed never to end, back to back to back to back Lucy came, her use of words completely gone. Amy began licking Lucy's clit with short, choppy moves, enjoying the reaction it had in Lucy, though Lucy was far from in control of them. Lucy, Amy noted with amusement, was passed out spread eagle on the robin's egg blue hood of her 54 Caddy. Gathering her clothes and shoes Amy pulled her lover across the rain slick hood and carried her against her chest to the Mazda, where she placed her naked girlfriend in the passenger seat and then moved around to the driver's side. She grabbed her cell phone and quickly dialed Scud, apologizing for calling so late, but asking him and Janet to drive out to retrieve Lucy's car and bring it home for them. Scud agreed and Amy drove them home, wondering if this made up for Lucy's ruined night or if she would have to do some more groveling on her knees. She grinned, contemplating all the ways she could make it up to her lover.

Suddenly she didn't think she wanted to be forgiven.


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