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femslashficlets: Connor Carrick/Tyler Seguin florist AU (with bonus content)
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femslashficlets and predictably, it came out way longer than 1,000 words, so I think I'm sticking with this pattern of posting the ficlet to AO3 (the "official" ficlet) and the "full sized" ficlet with bonus content here. Lucky you guys, you get an extra 1.5k of femslash (joke is also on you guys, about 300 words of it is Stars ensemble banter making fun of Klinger). Thanks to misprintify for the beta!
title: je prie pour une averse (a downpour) (on the AO3 here)
rating: explicit
pairing: Tyler Seguin/Connor Carrick
additional tags: Florist AU, Flirting, Strap Ons
prompt:"She'll have you falling harder than a Sunday in September"
Tyler loved weddings. There was free booze, she was dressed up, and, because all her friends were athletes, models, or some mix of Instagram-famous/model/athlete, there were tons of hot people. It was basically open season.
She wasn’t in the wedding party, so she’d worn her favorite suit, her shirt open to show her tattoos, visible through her mesh bra. She looked hot, and she wanted to find someone to tell her, preferably while naked.
She leaned on the bar and, standing to the side, was the softest butch Tyler had ever seen. She was wearing a grey suit, a yellow bow-tie, and some of the hair pulled into a bun had sprung free to curl over her forehead. Tyler downed her drink and turned to the bar to pick up two premade cocktails.
She walked over, casually, holding out one of the drinks to the woman. She took it in surprise.
“Oh!” she said, pushing her black-rimmed glasses up her nose. “Hi?”
“Hi,” Tyler said, grinning. “I’m Tyler. You looked like you could use a drink.”
“Thanks,” she said, shyly. “Connor. Uh, how do you know the couple?”
“Johnny and I played hockey together,” she said, angling to face her. “What about you?”
Connor blushed, fidgeting. God, she was really cute. Like really, really cute. Tyler was gonna really try at sex with her, the best compliment she knew.
“Oh, I just did the flowers,” she said, and Tyler blinked. She hadn’t expected that. She turned to look around the venue, a big tent on the lawn of a country club. She’d liked the aesthetic when she’d seen it, succulent arrangements in the centre of every table, green and pink flowers twined around the tent poles, and then in the bride’s braided hair.
“Wow,” Tyler said. “That’s cool. I love the flowers.”
Connor fumbled to reach into her trouser pocket, and handed Tyler a business card.
“I do all kinds of events, if you like them,” Connor said, and sipped at her drink quickly. Tyler flipped over the card, green with the silhouettes of flowers in white around the text.
Connor Carrick - Bespoke Floral Design it said, with a Dallas address and phone number. Tyler looked up at her, showing her appreciation in her face.
“I like them a lot,” she said throatily. Connor coughed.
“Maybe you should come by the store sometime?” she said, looking hopefully at Tyler. Man, she was a sucker for a pretty girl.
“I’ll do that,” Tyler said, tucking the card into her bra. Connor’s eyes tracked her hand as it slid into her shirt. She was about to declare victory, and ask Connor if she wanted to get out of there, when Connor looked over Tyler’s shoulder, attention clearly caught.
“Uh, sorry, that’s the bride,” she said, pushing her drink into Tyler’s hand. “It was nice to meet you.”
Damn. Tyler watched her go. What a shame. She was going to have to make Klinger go home with her again, and he was very whiny if she didn’t give him time to play with the dogs in the morning, as if he was visiting them, and not appreciating the awesome gift of sleeping with her.
“Did you strike out?” Jamie asked, annoyingly entertained, when she went back to the table where all the team were sitting.
“No,” Tyler said grumpily, pouring Connor’s unfinished drink into hers. “We’re going to meet up and talk about flowers.”
“Uh-huh,” Jamie said, which was very rich coming from Mr. still-making-break-up-playlists, Tyler thought, and then felt kinda bad about it. It wasn’t Jamie’s fault he was always all feelingsy about girls. Tyler hadn’t figured out how to train it out of him yet. Usually she would have just fucked him, and then acted aggressively like a bro at him, but that was not an option. She wrinkled her nose. Thinking about having sex with Jamie was weird, and she didn’t like it. Jamie passed her another drink someone had left unattended on the table. He was a good bro.
“Make sure you send Klinger back all in one piece,” he said, trying to keep a straight face. Tyler stuck her tongue out at him.
“Shut up, he loves it,” she said.
“Hey guys,” Klinger said, coming up to the table. “Talking about me?”
&&&
Tyler decided the best defense was a good offense, or maybe it was early birds getting the worm, and drove downtown that weekend. When she found the place, there was a glass-fronted shop, with an awning, and a sidewalk cluttered with plants for sale. She didn't know anything about flowers; it looked like some cactuses and shrubs. Shrugging, she pushed open the door, and a bell rung overhead.
“Just a minute!” Connor called. There was a fan on the floor pushing air around, but the shop felt damp and cool, musty-smelling like a forest. Every surface was covered in plants, leaves flowing over the tables, but it didn't feel crowded. It felt like everything belonged together, carefully matched. Tyler bent to look closer at some fern.
“Hey,” Connor said, and Tyler looked up. Connor was wiping her hands with a cloth, and the wedding clothes had hidden that she was stacked
, her biceps stretching the tight sleeves of her polo. Tyler licked her lips.
“Hi!” she said. “I wanted to see where the magic happens.”
Connor blushed, and pushed her hair to the side, leaving a smudge of dirt on her cheekbone.
“Oh, thanks,” she said. Tyler gestured at the overflowing foliage.
“Is this all you?” she asked, and Connor followed the sweep of Tyler's arm, smiling fondly.
“Yeah, it's all me,” she said shyly. There was a pause, and Tyler strategised about how to get close enough for a casual arm touch. Those biceps were impressive. Connor coughed. “Uh, did you have something you wanted specifically?” she asked.
Tyler shrugged.
“I don't know anything about plants,” she said, trying to look cute. “I was looking at this.”
She gestured to the fern, and Connor’s smile lost all self-consciousness.
“Oh, look at this!” She said excitedly, stepping into Tyler’s space, a few inches between them, to bend down. Tyler bent with her, staying close. Connor reached out and ran her finger down the centre, like she was petting it. For a second, nothing happened, and then, as if by magic, the fern’s leaves rolled and the stem tucked up, like a rolly-bug. “See?” Connor said, and turned her head to the side, pausing when she realised how close they were. Tyler watched her lips part softly.
Slowly, she raised her hand, her thumb brushing away the dirt on Connor’s cheek, and then didn’t move her hand, fingers resting gently on the side of Connor’s neck.
“At the wedding,” Connor said, “I wasn’t sure if you were hitting on me.”
Tyler put slight pressure into her hand, pulling Connor towards her.
“Oh, I was,” she said, and Connor turned her head and let Tyler kiss her, softly, then deeply, pulling together until Tyler had a hand on Connor’s hip and the other on her shoulder, feeling the tense, hard muscle.
When they pulled apart, Connor blinked slowly. Tyler didn’t move her hands and smiled at her. She’d been told she had a winning smile.
“Let me take you out?” she asked. Connor nodded, smiling shyly, her eyes bright.
“I’d like that.”
&&&
Connor ended up choosing their date spot, in Deep Ellum, so she could walk after work. Tyler was a professional athlete, but when she sat down and looked at the menu, printed inside an honest-to-god book, she realised she did not know enough nutritional buzzwords for this place. She flicked to the drinks section, picked a gin, and closed the book.
“What’s the best?” she said, smiling at Connor. She lit up.
“Oh, man, I love this place,” she said. “I mean, it’s so great to find somewhere that lets me eat plant-based, you know.”
Tyler did not know, but she had definitely listened to weirder stuff on dates. Jamie had insisted she not see the woman who claimed to be a witch, after she told him about that date. Connor turned her menu around, and pointed at a page.
“I’m having the mushroom, but I really like the falafel,” she said. Tyler squinted at the description, and then shrugged. Whatever "ashwagandha" was, it probably wasn’t going to kill her. When the waiter came, tattooed all over his face, she ordered the falafel, and a selection of the gins, winking at Connor, which made her blush.
The food was good, and it turned out that Connor got giggly the more gin she had, a red flush rising on her cheeks and not fading. The restaurant lit candles as the sun set, and the warm light played along the planes of Connor’s tanned skin, in the deep brown of her hair. She’d let it down to hang over her shoulder, her curls tucked around one ear.
Under the table, their ankles touched and then didn’t draw apart. Tyler put her fingers on the soft skin of Connor’s wrist, and rubbed gently, letting Connor know she was there. Eventually, late, the sun completely set, the conversation lulled.
“Do you wanna get out of here?” Tyler asked, smiling. Connor’s expression was surprised, then shyly pleased.
“My place?” she said, and Tyler tapped her wrist to agree.
She drove them in her new Maserati, Connor in the passenger seat giggling and giving directions to her condo. She fumbled her keys in the door, and then shrieked when Tyler pushed her luck and grabbed her ass, pushing up against her.
“Shhh,” Connor said, when the door opened. “My dog’s asleep.”
A woman after Tyler’s own heart. She toed her shoes off and closed the door, leaning her hand against the wall above Connor’s head, looking down at her.
“I’m not making any noise,” she whispered, in the dark of Connor’s hallway, Connor’s eyes bright as she looked up at her. She leaned in to kiss her, and they melted against each other, Connor gasping into every kiss like each one was new and exciting. Tyler wriggled her hand up Connor’s shirt, and felt the firm shape of her abs breathlessly.
“C’mon,” she said, breaking away from the kiss, regretting it the second she did it. “Where’s your bedroom?”
Connor’s bedroom had plants in every corner, and hanging from the ceiling above her bedside table, lit by the single gold bulb of her lamp. Tyler didn’t like wasting time, so she just pulled her shirt off over her head, and grinned when Connor sat abruptly down on the bed, staring at her breasts. The mesh bralet always looked good. She knew what she was about. Tyler stretched, showing off.
“Do you have a strap on?” she said, stepping within reach. Connor ran a hand up her waist and chest, until she was cupping her breast, her thumb just lightly brushing Tyler’s nipple, making Tyler breathe deeply.
Connor nodded.
“Yeah, you want that?” she said. Tyler grinned.
“You kidding me? You’re stacked. I bet you can fuck me really good.” she said, which made Connor laugh.
There was the necessary fussing around with straps, and undressing. Tyler’s highlight was Connor taking her bra off, and finally getting a full view of an amazing, perfect, everything Tyler had ever wanted, pair of tits. Eventually, Connor sat back on the bed, completely naked, her hair pulled up in a messy ponytail, a perfectly adequately sized blue dildo secured in her strap on harness. Tyler moved forward, and Connor caught her wrist, stopping her.
“You don’t need?” she asked quietly, and Tyler smiled at her. She was sweet.
“Nah, I’m easy,” she said, and put one foot up on the bed, so Connor could see her pussy. She pulled her hand down between her legs to make Connor feel how wet she was, how open she was, just from thinking about Connor, from kissing her and thinking about getting fucked by her.
“God,” Connor said, rubbing her fingers over Tyler’s clit, and Tyler rolled her head, enjoying the sensation.
“C’mon babe,” she said, “let me sit on that dick.”
Connor made a choking noise, and Tyler pushed at her shoulder until she moved back on the bed, and then Tyler sunk down slowly, until the dildo was fully inside her, and she could feel the straps of the harness against her legs, the cool metal of the O-ring.
“Mmmm,” she hummed happily, shifting back and forth, just enjoying the feeling of fullness.
“You’re so hot,” Connor said, and put her hands on Tyler’s tits, exactly where Tyler wanted them.
“You’re sweet,” Tyler said, and rolled her hips again. Connor hissed, and moved with her, using her core to thrust, just enough friction to make Tyler groan.
It was a slow, rolling kind of fucking, Tyler not wanting to move too much to fuck herself, and Connor letting her grind into her, their bodies moving tight together. Eventually, Connor got her thumb on Tyler’s clit and she ground into that until her body couldn't take it anymore and she came, groaning and clenching down around the dildo.
“Fuck,” Tyler said, and then flopped over to her side, taking Connor with her. Both of them were sweaty now, and Connor looked a little wild around the eyes.
“Tyler, please,” she said, pulling one of her legs up and tilting her hips forward.
“Yeah, babe, I’ve got you,” Tyler said, her fingers already undoing one of the harness buckles. Eventually, she got one of Connor’s legs free, and some of the more important straps, and just flipped the rest to the side, out of the way, and then pressed her whole face between Connor’s legs, breathing in. Man, she loved fucking women. There was nothing in the world like getting your whole-ass face in a girl’s cunt.
She pressed her tongue up against Connor’s clit, and went to town, licking and sucking, until Connor was nearly riding her face, her hands pulling at Tyler’s hair. It was good pain on her scalp, tingly all over, and Connor came with Tyler sucking at her clit, wet all over her face.
“Holy fuck,” Connor said, and Tyler hummed, rubbing her face on her thigh. Connor giggled, and pulled her leg away like it tickled.
“You gonna kick me out?” Tyler asked, when she crawled up the bed, and Connor looked at her weird.
“Do you want to go?” she asked slowly. Tyler yawned, and flopped down on the bed.
“I mean, I was gonna see if you wanted to sit on my face in the morning,” she said, and Connor’s eyes widened.
“Yeah, I’m not kicking you out,” she said.
femslashficlets and predictably, it came out way longer than 1,000 words, so I think I'm sticking with this pattern of posting the ficlet to AO3 (the "official" ficlet) and the "full sized" ficlet with bonus content here. Lucky you guys, you get an extra 1.5k of femslash (joke is also on you guys, about 300 words of it is Stars ensemble banter making fun of Klinger). Thanks to misprintify for the beta!title: je prie pour une averse (a downpour) (on the AO3 here)
rating: explicit
pairing: Tyler Seguin/Connor Carrick
additional tags: Florist AU, Flirting, Strap Ons
prompt:"She'll have you falling harder than a Sunday in September"
Tyler loved weddings. There was free booze, she was dressed up, and, because all her friends were athletes, models, or some mix of Instagram-famous/model/athlete, there were tons of hot people. It was basically open season.
She wasn’t in the wedding party, so she’d worn her favorite suit, her shirt open to show her tattoos, visible through her mesh bra. She looked hot, and she wanted to find someone to tell her, preferably while naked.
She leaned on the bar and, standing to the side, was the softest butch Tyler had ever seen. She was wearing a grey suit, a yellow bow-tie, and some of the hair pulled into a bun had sprung free to curl over her forehead. Tyler downed her drink and turned to the bar to pick up two premade cocktails.
She walked over, casually, holding out one of the drinks to the woman. She took it in surprise.
“Oh!” she said, pushing her black-rimmed glasses up her nose. “Hi?”
“Hi,” Tyler said, grinning. “I’m Tyler. You looked like you could use a drink.”
“Thanks,” she said, shyly. “Connor. Uh, how do you know the couple?”
“Johnny and I played hockey together,” she said, angling to face her. “What about you?”
Connor blushed, fidgeting. God, she was really cute. Like really, really cute. Tyler was gonna really try at sex with her, the best compliment she knew.
“Oh, I just did the flowers,” she said, and Tyler blinked. She hadn’t expected that. She turned to look around the venue, a big tent on the lawn of a country club. She’d liked the aesthetic when she’d seen it, succulent arrangements in the centre of every table, green and pink flowers twined around the tent poles, and then in the bride’s braided hair.
“Wow,” Tyler said. “That’s cool. I love the flowers.”
Connor fumbled to reach into her trouser pocket, and handed Tyler a business card.
“I do all kinds of events, if you like them,” Connor said, and sipped at her drink quickly. Tyler flipped over the card, green with the silhouettes of flowers in white around the text.
Connor Carrick - Bespoke Floral Design it said, with a Dallas address and phone number. Tyler looked up at her, showing her appreciation in her face.
“I like them a lot,” she said throatily. Connor coughed.
“Maybe you should come by the store sometime?” she said, looking hopefully at Tyler. Man, she was a sucker for a pretty girl.
“I’ll do that,” Tyler said, tucking the card into her bra. Connor’s eyes tracked her hand as it slid into her shirt. She was about to declare victory, and ask Connor if she wanted to get out of there, when Connor looked over Tyler’s shoulder, attention clearly caught.
“Uh, sorry, that’s the bride,” she said, pushing her drink into Tyler’s hand. “It was nice to meet you.”
Damn. Tyler watched her go. What a shame. She was going to have to make Klinger go home with her again, and he was very whiny if she didn’t give him time to play with the dogs in the morning, as if he was visiting them, and not appreciating the awesome gift of sleeping with her.
“Did you strike out?” Jamie asked, annoyingly entertained, when she went back to the table where all the team were sitting.
“No,” Tyler said grumpily, pouring Connor’s unfinished drink into hers. “We’re going to meet up and talk about flowers.”
“Uh-huh,” Jamie said, which was very rich coming from Mr. still-making-break-up-playlists, Tyler thought, and then felt kinda bad about it. It wasn’t Jamie’s fault he was always all feelingsy about girls. Tyler hadn’t figured out how to train it out of him yet. Usually she would have just fucked him, and then acted aggressively like a bro at him, but that was not an option. She wrinkled her nose. Thinking about having sex with Jamie was weird, and she didn’t like it. Jamie passed her another drink someone had left unattended on the table. He was a good bro.
“Make sure you send Klinger back all in one piece,” he said, trying to keep a straight face. Tyler stuck her tongue out at him.
“Shut up, he loves it,” she said.
“Hey guys,” Klinger said, coming up to the table. “Talking about me?”
&&&
Tyler decided the best defense was a good offense, or maybe it was early birds getting the worm, and drove downtown that weekend. When she found the place, there was a glass-fronted shop, with an awning, and a sidewalk cluttered with plants for sale. She didn't know anything about flowers; it looked like some cactuses and shrubs. Shrugging, she pushed open the door, and a bell rung overhead.
“Just a minute!” Connor called. There was a fan on the floor pushing air around, but the shop felt damp and cool, musty-smelling like a forest. Every surface was covered in plants, leaves flowing over the tables, but it didn't feel crowded. It felt like everything belonged together, carefully matched. Tyler bent to look closer at some fern.
“Hey,” Connor said, and Tyler looked up. Connor was wiping her hands with a cloth, and the wedding clothes had hidden that she was stacked
, her biceps stretching the tight sleeves of her polo. Tyler licked her lips.
“Hi!” she said. “I wanted to see where the magic happens.”
Connor blushed, and pushed her hair to the side, leaving a smudge of dirt on her cheekbone.
“Oh, thanks,” she said. Tyler gestured at the overflowing foliage.
“Is this all you?” she asked, and Connor followed the sweep of Tyler's arm, smiling fondly.
“Yeah, it's all me,” she said shyly. There was a pause, and Tyler strategised about how to get close enough for a casual arm touch. Those biceps were impressive. Connor coughed. “Uh, did you have something you wanted specifically?” she asked.
Tyler shrugged.
“I don't know anything about plants,” she said, trying to look cute. “I was looking at this.”
She gestured to the fern, and Connor’s smile lost all self-consciousness.
“Oh, look at this!” She said excitedly, stepping into Tyler’s space, a few inches between them, to bend down. Tyler bent with her, staying close. Connor reached out and ran her finger down the centre, like she was petting it. For a second, nothing happened, and then, as if by magic, the fern’s leaves rolled and the stem tucked up, like a rolly-bug. “See?” Connor said, and turned her head to the side, pausing when she realised how close they were. Tyler watched her lips part softly.
Slowly, she raised her hand, her thumb brushing away the dirt on Connor’s cheek, and then didn’t move her hand, fingers resting gently on the side of Connor’s neck.
“At the wedding,” Connor said, “I wasn’t sure if you were hitting on me.”
Tyler put slight pressure into her hand, pulling Connor towards her.
“Oh, I was,” she said, and Connor turned her head and let Tyler kiss her, softly, then deeply, pulling together until Tyler had a hand on Connor’s hip and the other on her shoulder, feeling the tense, hard muscle.
When they pulled apart, Connor blinked slowly. Tyler didn’t move her hands and smiled at her. She’d been told she had a winning smile.
“Let me take you out?” she asked. Connor nodded, smiling shyly, her eyes bright.
“I’d like that.”
&&&
Connor ended up choosing their date spot, in Deep Ellum, so she could walk after work. Tyler was a professional athlete, but when she sat down and looked at the menu, printed inside an honest-to-god book, she realised she did not know enough nutritional buzzwords for this place. She flicked to the drinks section, picked a gin, and closed the book.
“What’s the best?” she said, smiling at Connor. She lit up.
“Oh, man, I love this place,” she said. “I mean, it’s so great to find somewhere that lets me eat plant-based, you know.”
Tyler did not know, but she had definitely listened to weirder stuff on dates. Jamie had insisted she not see the woman who claimed to be a witch, after she told him about that date. Connor turned her menu around, and pointed at a page.
“I’m having the mushroom, but I really like the falafel,” she said. Tyler squinted at the description, and then shrugged. Whatever "ashwagandha" was, it probably wasn’t going to kill her. When the waiter came, tattooed all over his face, she ordered the falafel, and a selection of the gins, winking at Connor, which made her blush.
The food was good, and it turned out that Connor got giggly the more gin she had, a red flush rising on her cheeks and not fading. The restaurant lit candles as the sun set, and the warm light played along the planes of Connor’s tanned skin, in the deep brown of her hair. She’d let it down to hang over her shoulder, her curls tucked around one ear.
Under the table, their ankles touched and then didn’t draw apart. Tyler put her fingers on the soft skin of Connor’s wrist, and rubbed gently, letting Connor know she was there. Eventually, late, the sun completely set, the conversation lulled.
“Do you wanna get out of here?” Tyler asked, smiling. Connor’s expression was surprised, then shyly pleased.
“My place?” she said, and Tyler tapped her wrist to agree.
She drove them in her new Maserati, Connor in the passenger seat giggling and giving directions to her condo. She fumbled her keys in the door, and then shrieked when Tyler pushed her luck and grabbed her ass, pushing up against her.
“Shhh,” Connor said, when the door opened. “My dog’s asleep.”
A woman after Tyler’s own heart. She toed her shoes off and closed the door, leaning her hand against the wall above Connor’s head, looking down at her.
“I’m not making any noise,” she whispered, in the dark of Connor’s hallway, Connor’s eyes bright as she looked up at her. She leaned in to kiss her, and they melted against each other, Connor gasping into every kiss like each one was new and exciting. Tyler wriggled her hand up Connor’s shirt, and felt the firm shape of her abs breathlessly.
“C’mon,” she said, breaking away from the kiss, regretting it the second she did it. “Where’s your bedroom?”
Connor’s bedroom had plants in every corner, and hanging from the ceiling above her bedside table, lit by the single gold bulb of her lamp. Tyler didn’t like wasting time, so she just pulled her shirt off over her head, and grinned when Connor sat abruptly down on the bed, staring at her breasts. The mesh bralet always looked good. She knew what she was about. Tyler stretched, showing off.
“Do you have a strap on?” she said, stepping within reach. Connor ran a hand up her waist and chest, until she was cupping her breast, her thumb just lightly brushing Tyler’s nipple, making Tyler breathe deeply.
Connor nodded.
“Yeah, you want that?” she said. Tyler grinned.
“You kidding me? You’re stacked. I bet you can fuck me really good.” she said, which made Connor laugh.
There was the necessary fussing around with straps, and undressing. Tyler’s highlight was Connor taking her bra off, and finally getting a full view of an amazing, perfect, everything Tyler had ever wanted, pair of tits. Eventually, Connor sat back on the bed, completely naked, her hair pulled up in a messy ponytail, a perfectly adequately sized blue dildo secured in her strap on harness. Tyler moved forward, and Connor caught her wrist, stopping her.
“You don’t need?” she asked quietly, and Tyler smiled at her. She was sweet.
“Nah, I’m easy,” she said, and put one foot up on the bed, so Connor could see her pussy. She pulled her hand down between her legs to make Connor feel how wet she was, how open she was, just from thinking about Connor, from kissing her and thinking about getting fucked by her.
“God,” Connor said, rubbing her fingers over Tyler’s clit, and Tyler rolled her head, enjoying the sensation.
“C’mon babe,” she said, “let me sit on that dick.”
Connor made a choking noise, and Tyler pushed at her shoulder until she moved back on the bed, and then Tyler sunk down slowly, until the dildo was fully inside her, and she could feel the straps of the harness against her legs, the cool metal of the O-ring.
“Mmmm,” she hummed happily, shifting back and forth, just enjoying the feeling of fullness.
“You’re so hot,” Connor said, and put her hands on Tyler’s tits, exactly where Tyler wanted them.
“You’re sweet,” Tyler said, and rolled her hips again. Connor hissed, and moved with her, using her core to thrust, just enough friction to make Tyler groan.
It was a slow, rolling kind of fucking, Tyler not wanting to move too much to fuck herself, and Connor letting her grind into her, their bodies moving tight together. Eventually, Connor got her thumb on Tyler’s clit and she ground into that until her body couldn't take it anymore and she came, groaning and clenching down around the dildo.
“Fuck,” Tyler said, and then flopped over to her side, taking Connor with her. Both of them were sweaty now, and Connor looked a little wild around the eyes.
“Tyler, please,” she said, pulling one of her legs up and tilting her hips forward.
“Yeah, babe, I’ve got you,” Tyler said, her fingers already undoing one of the harness buckles. Eventually, she got one of Connor’s legs free, and some of the more important straps, and just flipped the rest to the side, out of the way, and then pressed her whole face between Connor’s legs, breathing in. Man, she loved fucking women. There was nothing in the world like getting your whole-ass face in a girl’s cunt.
She pressed her tongue up against Connor’s clit, and went to town, licking and sucking, until Connor was nearly riding her face, her hands pulling at Tyler’s hair. It was good pain on her scalp, tingly all over, and Connor came with Tyler sucking at her clit, wet all over her face.
“Holy fuck,” Connor said, and Tyler hummed, rubbing her face on her thigh. Connor giggled, and pulled her leg away like it tickled.
“You gonna kick me out?” Tyler asked, when she crawled up the bed, and Connor looked at her weird.
“Do you want to go?” she asked slowly. Tyler yawned, and flopped down on the bed.
“I mean, I was gonna see if you wanted to sit on my face in the morning,” she said, and Connor’s eyes widened.
“Yeah, I’m not kicking you out,” she said.
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Tyler was gonna really try at sex with her, the best compliment she knew.
TYLERRRRRRR
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The first line was originally going to be "Connor loved weddings because she loved love. Tyler loved weddings because they were full of hot people who knew that Tyler was a millionare, which usually worked really well for her." but I had to change it.