| Recueil | Smut |
|---|---|
| Livre | A Rose for my Valentine |
| Type | Chapitre |
| État | Brouillon |
Fullmetal BFMV
When Jill woke up, the bedroom was plunged in the yellowish darkness of the city's night. She was alone on the bed.
She stood up and glanced at the red LEDs of her alarm clock. Six thirty-two, less than half an hour before the alarm would go off.
She grabbed her phone. Nothing.
She put on a fresh pair of panties and stepped in the living room. No one.
Well, it was fun while it lasted, Jill thought, but I guess you have better things to do than stay with me longer than you need.
With a bit of désappointement and a touch of anger in her heart, she paced to the coffee machine, clinging to the core memory she made the night before.
The machine began to roar, and a thick, black liquid started to drip down from it. Hmmm, morning coffee.
She was absently watching her mug filling when a warm hand found its way on her hip.
Her body went in full combat mode at the stranger's contact. She grabbed the hand by the wrist, turned around in flash, twisting her aggressor's arm, and launched her other hand to grab their throat.
That's when her brain fully processed the situation, quickly confirmed by her eyes: it was Rosa. Of course. Who else could it be? She was still pantless, but her skin was warm and smelled fresh. Was she wearing a pair of Jill's panties?
"Damn, princess, you're quick!"
Being call 'princess' brought Jill back to reality. She release the arm and withdrew her hand from Rosa's neck.
"Damn, I'm—" She'd been really startled, but was reluctant to admit it.
Rosa stretched her neck and rubbed her wrist. "Wasn't hard sneaking up to you, the coffee machine was screaming. I used your shower, you don't mind, right?"
This was more of an assertion than a question. Jill turned around and smiled, happy to see that the assertive cop did not leave on the sly. She was glad she stayed, but wouldn't show it. The few hours of sleep she got put her vulnerability where it belonged: deep inside her heart, where nobody could reach it.
"Coffee?" she asked.
Rosa didn't answer. Instead, she twisted herself around Jill and picked up the mug that had just been filled.
Jill checked the time on her phone while she poured herself a another coffee. I really don't want to go to work, now. Rosa stayed, that means she wants more of it? Should I ask her?
"You alright, princess?"
Jill turned around. Rosa was sitting on the kitchen island, a vicious smile on her face.
She knew what was going on in Jill's head. But Jill couldn't admit it, something inside her —a residue of pride?— prevented her to feel vulnerable again, so soon.
But she needed it. It was like a drug: after the first dose, she craved for more. Rosa knew it, and was going to make her beg for it. Again.
Did Jill care? A bit, maybe. But the craving was too strong.
"Do you have plans for today?" Jill asked.
Rosa sipped her coffee, then asked back. "Depends on you. Do you have any plans?"
Jill wanted to ask her to stay and spend the day with her. She opened her mouth, but the words didn't come. She wasn't built to be the one asking things. She was used to make demands, to order, not to beg and be ordered. Even though she liked it. Rosa broke her shell last night, but it rebuilt itself in the meantime.
"I... need to take a shower first." And she hurried to the bathroom.
The hot water on her sore skin was delectable. She tried to gather up the courage to ask Rosa to stay with her for the day. What did that mean? That she was a coward? After all that happened in the STARS, she couldn't even ask a woman out even after they spent the night together? What the fuck, Valentine.
She emerged from the steamy shower and grabbed a towel. That's when she noticed the set of clean clothed she brought in with her had disappeared. Only the panties she put on a bit earlier were still here, on the floor.
"Rosa, did you take my clothes?" she asked while stepping back in the living room, rolled up in her wet towel.
Rosa was standing there, a fierce look in her eyes.
"Drop the towel. Now."
The cold voice of her mistress made Jill obey without having time to think. The towel fell on the floor, and Rosa detailed her almost-naked body.
"Good girl."
Rosa slowly paced to Jill, who averted her eyes and looked at the floor.
"Look at me."
Jill obeyed. Rosa's face was hard. She wasn't smiling, and there was something fierce in her eyes.
"Pray tell, princess, did you dare consider not calling in sick today and not spend the day with me?"
Jill fumbled with her words. "I don— I mean, it depends on— I didn't know if you wanted to stay here with me."
Rosa grabbed Jill's jaw with her whole hand, forcing her eyes to stay locked in hers.
"What you think want doesn't matter. You're not allowed to think. Only to beg."
Jill frowned. Nor what Rosa just said, but at herself and this uncanny feeling that invited itself yet again inside her belly. The warm touch of the detective on her naked skin, her fierce eyes piercing trough her, her hard, low voice giving her orders...
She quickly submitted. After swallowing, she dropped he eyes, and begged.
"Please, ma'am, can you stay with me today? I need you and I don't want you to leave..."
Rosa's pretty face split with a wide, hungry smile.
"I don't care what you want. I'm staying because I want to use you. And I will."
Rosa let Jill's jaw go, and turned around to step into the kitchen. For a moment, Jill gaze got lost in the exaggerated swinging of Rosa's hips.
She shrugged it off, and raised her hand.
"Ma'am?"
Rosa didn't care to look at her and grabbed the two mugs that were left aside, the coffee inside slowly cooling.
"Yes? Speak."
"Shouldn't I contact the captain to let him know I won't be coming today?"
Rosa chuckled, grabbed the phone that Jill left on the counter before going to shower and simply threw it at Jill's feet.
"No need. I did it before you woke up. Now come."
Jill briefly looked at the phone on the parquet, but obeyed. She walked up to Rosa, who began to examine her like she was a horse at a showcase.
She cupped her small breast, tested her nipples, then slipped a hand down between her legs, stroking the white panties that were becoming wet at the contact of her hands.
"You have an amazing body, you know?"
Jill dropped her head so Rosa could not see her embrasement, but a soft finger picked her chin up and forced her eyes into Rosa's.
"If yo had to work today, you'd be pretty late already. Your shift began minutes ago, and look at you: barely clean, not even caffeinated..."
She paced around Jill and grabbed her but with a firm hand.
"On your knees, princess."
Without a thought, Jill dropped on the floor. She shut her brains down, let the work-related anxieties flush away, and made herself ready to obey.
Rosa stepped away for a second, fetched something from somewhere Jill couldn't see form down here, then came back in front of her, grinning.
"Show me your pretty face."
Jill looked up to her mistress. She didn't even wonder what was going to happen to her. She just enjoyed the moment and trusted her mistress, knowing that whatever she was planning, it would be wonderful.
"Open wide."
She obeyed. As soon as her mouth was gaping, Rosa began to pour some lukewarm coffee from one of the mugs.
"Don't swallow. And DON'T SPILL. If you spill it I'll have you clean it up with your tongue on the floor."
The mug now empty and the mouth filled, Rosa put the mug away and knelt next to her princess.
"If you don't spill any," she whispered to her ear, "I have a special surprise for you..."
Jill was doing her best to stand still. But the warm breath of her loving mistress on her neck, and the perspective of being rewarded made it hard to her to keep her balance.
She gargled a bit. A bubble plopped out of the black liquid. But not a drop was spilled.
Rosa stood up. "Good girl. Now comes the hard part. Don't move, because I'm gonna s—"
Three loud knock erupted from the door.
"What the..." Rosa swore. She put a hand on Jill's shoulder before going up to the door. "Stay here, I'll be right back."
Jill was puzzled. Who could knock at her door this early in the morning?
She heard Rosa open the door.
"What is it?"
Jill titled her head slightly, and exerted her eyes to be able to see who was at the door. She couldn't see anyone, Rosa keeping the door opening slim enough that the stranger could not see she was in underwear, but she instantly recognized their voice.
"Hel— Uh... Rosa? What are you doing here?"
Rosa sighed and returned the question. "What the heck are you doing here, Amy?"
Panic birthed inside Jill's stomach. She managed to remained composed, as always, but not without a few black drop of coffee escaping from the edge of her mouth and running down her cheeks, neck, and between her boobs.
"I'm visiting Jill," Amy responded. "I heard from the captain that she was sick, and since I was affected to the neighborhood, I wanted to say hi and see if she needed anything..."
Rosa grumbled.
Amy continued. "So... Is Jill here? Are you taking care of her, or..."
Jill could see the door open slightly, probably due to Amy's pressure.
"Wait, where are your pants? What are you doing here? Tell me where Jill is!"
Rosa hardened her tone and her grip on the door. "She's being taken care of! The only thing you need to know, is that you don't need to come check up on her anymore. Understood?"
Amy's voice was pleading. "Rosa, please. I just want to know if she's OK."
"She is. Bye."
And the door slammed close.
Rosa leaned back on the door. A few seconds passed, and only when a faint sigh a steps walking down the stairs could be heard from the other side that she came back to her obedient plaything.
She she knelt and ran a hand where the coffee left a brown trail. "Oh. You spilled some... Were you nervous, princess?"
Jill didn't know how to answer without spilling, so she pressed close her eyelids, trying to communicate that she was OK.
"Don't need to pretend, love," Rosa answered while stroking Jill's cheek, "I can read right through you. No need to try being hard and resilient. Just let your emotions flow. I won't judge."
Jill blinked twice as a 'thank you' gesture. A fleeting tender smile passed on Rosa's lips —quite a rare sight, Jill made sure to mark the image in her mind— then knelt further down to gently bite the side of Jill's neck.
"Drink up the coffee, princess."