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Sophie O'Neil made a bad call. One bad call, one time. But standing here on a beach, while her brother got married, she had a bad feeling. Because as she watched from the bridal party, she could see her husband on the other side of the groom. He smiled at her, just for a second, and she hated it. Viscerally. Because it didn't make her feel a thing.
She had made one bad call, one time, and now she was standing right next to it while said bad call held onto the bride's bouquet. And her smile, god help her, was the only one she cared about anymore.
So, in short — she was screwed. Royally fucking screwed.
March 2nd, 2023
"You know, when I see a woman lookin' as bored as you do right now, I usually find a husband nearby."
Sophie looks up from her drink as a woman takes the stool next to her. The bar's quiet, some old school country song playing over the speakers in a dull drone while a bartender tries hard to make himself busy. She looks around. There's maybe half a dozen people here, and there's seats all over. Not that that seems to matter to her new drinking buddy.
The blonde's eyes fall back on this strange woman, in her navy dress and black boots. Cowboy boots, actually. Sophie's not sure why she's surprised, she's in Texas after all. She's tall, with tanned skin and bright blue eyes. Her hair is brown, but fades into blonde towards the ends. She's beautiful. Gorgeous in a way that's distracting. Which is why it takes a minute before Sophie remembers that she actually needs to answer her.
"Oh! Uh, no. No husband here. Sorry to disappoint." The words tumble out with a smile.
The woman doesn't seem put off by her staring. Or by her awkward grin. In fact, she props up her arm to lean her chin into her palm, clearly settling in for a conversation.
"Well that's good." She smiles. Distracting. "What's your name, honey?"
"Sophie," she answers before her brain can give her a reason not to. Before she can second guess herself. She looks back down, stirring her straw in her drink to create a little whirlpool. Watching the liquid spin is oddly comforting. Funny, she's not sure why she's looking for comfort.
The woman next to her smiles wider, her white teeth on display. "Hi, Sophie." She pauses, her other hand coming to rest on the bar, her acrylic nails tracing patterns into the wood. "What brings you to Texas?"
Sophie laughs. She turns her body towards the woman. "How do you know I wasn't born right here in Dallas?"
"Sweetheart, that accent is a dead giveaway. Cute, but you may as well be sounding a foghorn," she says. Her eyes are bright. "Can I take a guess where you're from?"
She isn't sure if it's the alcohol finally kicking in, or if it's the smiley cowgirl to her right, but Sophie feels her muscles start to relax. "You've already asked me a question. Don't you want an answer first?"
"Oh, okay!" The brunette laughs, surprise colouring her features. She leans in. "Yeah, I want an answer."
Sophie grins and runs her hands through her hair. "Work. I'm a PR consultant, I'm just here to help out on a campaign for a week or two, then I'll be headed home."
"Which is…?"
"You wanted to guess!"
"Sorry, Boston. You're right."
Sophie opens her mouth to respond, then pauses. Wait. "How did you do that? My accent is not that strong!"
The woman smiles, and as she does, her nose scrunches up. "Honey, I'm just that good."
While Sophie laughs, the brunette orders herself a drink, and on seeing Sophie's running low, asks for another for her too.
"Oh, no, you don't need to do that. I'll be heading to my room soon." She checks her phone. "And it's late, I mean, I should probably head up now, actually. I need to call—"
"Hey, now, don't go leavin' me here all by myself. We're having a good time! Whoever you need to call, they can wait. Can't they?"
Sophie picks up her phone, seeing three texts on the screen. Then four.
"Come on, if you're gonna be workin' like a dog all week, you might as well have some fun to even the scales." The woman reaches over, red nails and gold rings coming to rest on Sophie's hand. Her smile drops. "And, really, I'm not done with you yet."
She's can feel her cheek's burning. Sophie knows she needs to get up. Get up and walk upstairs, call Graham. Have the argument they've been having for the past month. Or if she's lucky, he'll leave it today and they'll share a stilted goodnight. She knows what to do. Or rather, what she's supposed to do. She really should get up.
She looks at her phone, sitting on the bar. It buzzes and lights up.
She thinks about the woman across from her. Her hands, her smile.
She turns it over.
Sophie looks over at icy blue eyes. "What's your name?"
The woman's gaze darts to the phone, then back. For a moment, she doesn't answer. She watches Sophie, as if looking for a chip, a crack, a hesitation. If there is one, she doesn't seem to find it.
"Margo."
"Shut up!"
Margo laughs, tipping her head back. "I'm deadly serious, darlin'! She said exactly that!"
It was the next evening, and Sophie was giggling, leaning in to grab her glass of wine. Going to dinner had felt silly, almost juvenile. Like a pair of teenagers going on a first date. This wasn't a date, though. At least, Sophie had told herself it wasn't. She'd worn her favourite dress, the baby blue one she found any and every excuse to wear. Graham hated it, always had. Said the cowl neck looked funny. But Graham wasn't here. Margo was. And they were friends.
Right?
When Margo had found her in the hotel lobby, she'd looked her up and down and told her she was gorgeous.
Sophie had turned red as a poppy.
When they'd gotten to their table, Margo had pulled out her chair. As Sophie had sat down, the brunette had brushed her fingers across her shoulder.
But they're just friends.
The fact that Margo's foot was hooked around Sophie's ankle didn't mean anything. The fact that it had been there for about twenty minutes meant even less.
Their meal was long over, and the waiter had been hovering while they chatted. It was nearing ten o'clock, and while the restaurant wasn't empty, it was clear that they should probably think about leaving.
"Do you think we should grab the bill? It's getting kind of late." Margo raised an eyebrow as she spoke. Sophie panicked. "Not that I want to leave, I mean, I'm not trying to get this over with! I just, I'm working in the morning, and," Sophie lowered her voice. "That waiter has been circling for a little while."
Margo listened intently, here eyes widening a little as the rambling continued. At the mention of the waiter, she turned in her seat, motioning for the bill with a quick hand gesture. The young man nodded before scurrying off. Sophie watched, waiting for Margo to speak, trying to figure out how to dig herself out of this hole. She twisted her wedding ring around her finger.
"Soph," Margo said, Sophie's eyes shooting up at the new nickname. "He wasn't waiting around like a vulture, the people here just like to keep me happy, that's all. Don't worry that pretty little head of yours." She smiled, watching the tension ease out of the blonde's shoulders.
"Okay. Okay, great. That's good." Sophie breathed out. "Why do they want to keep you happy?"
The brunette shrugged. "I'm a regular. And I tip well." She winked, leaning back to hand over her card as the young waiter appeared.
"Oh wait, Margo, let's split it—"
"I've got it, honey. It's on me."
The restaurant was warmly lit, dim, with candles sitting on every table. As she spoke, Sophie watched Margo's eyes light up, the small flame flickering in her gaze.
"Okay." Sophie found herself very agreeable that evening. She wasn't complaining, though.
When Margo got her card back, she grabbed her things quickly and rounded the table. She reached out to help Sophie out of her seat, grasping her hand firmly. Sophie felt her thumb brush over her knuckles, and a shiver went down her spine. Even as they left the restaurant, Margo didn't let go.
What was she doing? Was all this physical contact normal to her? As they walked, Sophie's head spun. She had so many things to do. She had a report she'd only halfway written that needed to be finished by noon the next day. She needed to text Graham. She needed to say goodnight to her son. Instead, she was wandering around a hotel with a ridiculously beautiful woman and playing pretend date night with her, like… She wasn't sure what she could compare this to. But it was crazy. And her head was starting to hurt.
"Sophie? Earth to Sophie?"
Her head shot up. They'd found their way back to the hotel lobby. Looking around, she found that they were by a set of couches near the front doors, a large leafy plant to their left. Apparently, Sophie's eyes hadn't left their intertwined fingers until now.
"Sorry, did you say something?"
"Well, I was askin' whether you wanted to go get a drink before we head up for the night, but you're a million miles away, babe."
"No! I'm…" Margo narrowed her eyes, tilting her head with a smile. "Okay, maybe I am. This work stuff is playing on my mind. I can already see how much I'll need to get done this week, and today was so busy. I know I'm good at my job, so I'll manage it, but I only have so much time here, you know?"
Margo smiled, as if holding back laughter. Sophie scrambled.
"Not to be egotistical, I mean, I'm okay at my job. I'm fine. And I'll—"
"What is that?"
Sophie stopped in her tracks. "What's what?"
"That thing you do. You'll say something perfectly reasonable, or confident, which is hot as hell, by the way," Margo said with a grin. But it fell quickly. "Then you walk it right on back before I can even get a word in."
Sophie blushed. "I don't do that."
"Girl, yes you do! And you know what? You don't need to. Don't second guess yourself with me."
The blonde opened her mouth, trying to find a response, a defence, but nothing came. Margo softened.
"Sophie. I like you. I like what you have to say. So whoever made you think someone's gonna judge if you say something wrong, fuck 'em. I'm not gonna judge ya." She reached out, her hand brushing along Sophie's cheek bone. "Just… speak. If you want to say something, say it. And stand by it."
For a moment, Sophie just stood. The hotel lobby was still and quiet. The front desk was manned by two people, but they were pretty far away. And no one was sitting around them. She turned, and caught sight of a suited older man over by the far wall, reading a book.
When she looked back at Margo, her breathing shallowed. She hadn't really let herself look that night, afraid to be caught staring, or of having her mind read. But now, she let herself look. The brunette was in a long black dress, a slit coming up to her thigh. It dipped down low in the front, and a gold necklace hung perfectly on her chest. Her eye makeup was dark, and her lips were red, bold. She was stunning. Sophie was sure she woke up every morning looking like the most beautiful woman to walk the planet, but clearly, she'd made herself look especially good tonight. She wanted to be looked at, to be seen. And Sophie has spent the whole night averting her eyes.
Stupid.
"You want me to say something? Something honest?"
"Yes, Soph. I really do."
She inhaled deeply, filling her lungs, and let her eyes roam for a second. Let them linger. When she looked back at Margo's face, her eyes had gone dark.
"I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
Margo smiled. Really smiled. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Did you want to do somethin' about that?"
Sophie nodded. "Yeah."
Margo reached forward, her hand wrapping around the blonde's waist. "Did you want to do that somethin' here, or up in my room?"
Sophie leaned in to her touch. A sharp waft of perfume filled her senses, dizzying and heady.
"Cause I'm happy right here, honey. But given that I can barely see the blues of your eyes right now, I don't think you—"
"God, shut up and take me upstairs."
The grin that tore across Margo's face was all teeth, almost feral. "Yes, ma'am."
Making it up to Margo's hotel room was interesting, to say the least. The elevator ride was quiet. Too quiet. Sophie's heart pounded in her chest as the doors closed, every beat feeling like a clanging hit against a cage door. The little room was bright and when she looked down, she caught sight of her hands wringing in front of her stomach. Her engagement ring caught the light. Oh, god. She should stop. Really, she should go straight back down to the lobby, or back to her own room or maybe she should leave the hotel entirely. Maybe—
"Hey." Margo's voice cut through her thoughts. The blonde looked up. It wouldn't have surprised her to see some judgement or some concern on the other woman's face, but instead, Margo looked perfectly calm. If anything, her eyes sparkled with a little curiosity. No, it might've been mischief. Sophie felt her stomach swoop.
"What?"
"Do you think we have enough time before this elevator gets to my floor?"
Sophie frowned. "Enough time? For what?"
A cheshire cat grin spread across Margo's face. She leaned in, circling a hand around Sophie's back and around to her waist, tugging slightly until they were face to face. She held them there for a second, then another. Sophie scrambled to figure out what to do when she realised.
"Oh, you're messing with me." Still, her eyes darted to Margo's lips.
The brunette pulled back with a laugh. "Yeah, sorry baby. You're just too easy."
The elevator dinged.
Sophie jumped, but Margo didn't flinch. As the doors opened, her grip on the blonde's waist loosened, but only so she could drag her fingers back and slip them into Sophie's hand.
"Come on." The brunette smirked, dragging Sophie out into the empty hallway. They walked quickly and quietly, footsteps muffled by the plush carpet, the only sound their breathing as they rounded the corner and came to a stop in front of Margo's room.
Sophie opened her mouth, ready to back out of this, but paused. The brunette had pulled her keycard out of her pocket, and as she unlocked the door, she turned to look at her. Her icy blue eyes were warm. Startlingly so, with a smile on her face that made her red lips look so inviting. The woman in front of her was practically glowing in the soft yellow light, and Sophie's mind went blank at the sight.
It seemed like that moment was all Margo needed.
She pulled Sophie into the room, firm and sure. The sudden movement caught the blonde off guard and she stumbled, her heels twisting around each other as she fell right into the other woman's arms. It was clumsy and silly and god, Sophie's hands were locked on Margo's forearms, her face burning, and they were suddenly so close.
"You're so cute when you blush." Margo's words came out with a small laugh, a smile on her face.
Sophie righted herself quickly as Margo brushed her hair out of her face. She went to take a step backward, but the brunette's hands tightened on her waist. She hadn't even realised they were there but, now, she couldn't focus on anything else.
"Stop," Sophie said, her voice almost a whisper.
"Stop what? Callin' you cute?"
"Margo…"
But Margo was already stepping forward, just slightly, even closer into Sophie's space. The hand by Sophie's head reached over her shoulder and pushed the door shut, and as she did, she pressed in further. The movement forced the blonde back until her spine was pressed into the smooth wood behind her. Margo crowded in close, her fingers coming up to curl into Sophie's neck and up into her hair. On instinct, Sophie's head tipped back. Margo grinned.
"You're cute. I've thought it every second since I saw you in that bar, all by yourself. I've thought about your hair, and your smile," she whispered. "Your eyes. All big and sweet."
Sophie breathed in sharply, staring up as the other woman spoke. In the dark, she could barely make her out. It didn't really matter. She could focus on other things, like how her acrylics were scratching into her scalp. Just slightly. Enough to send a shiver down to her toes.
"I've thought about kissin' you. I wondered what you'd taste like. I bet you taste sweet," Margo continued. She leaned in, her nose brushing against Sophie's. "Have you thought about me?"
"Yes."
Margo chuckled. "Yeah?"
Whether it was the proximity or the dark or the intoxicating smell of the brunette's perfume, Sophie wasn't sure, but she felt brave. She nodded.
"Do you want to kiss me, Sophie?"
She nodded again. "Please."
Margo sighed, the sound heavy. Like release.
When their lips finally touched, it was with a sense of relief she had never felt before. Margo's lips were warm and soft and instantly Sophie felt herself go dizzy. The sensation was like a drug, and as Margo started to pull back, Sophie reached up to wrap her hands around her ribs, pulling her right back in.
Margo gasped, surprised, then gave in. The kiss grew hotter, heavier, Margo pressing the blonde harder against the door. Hands trailed down from her neck, over her shoulders and down to grab at her waist, pulling her in as Sophie arched into the touch. Her hands ran up into Margo's hair, tugging slightly as their lips parted. As their tongues touched, Sophie whimpered.
Margo's fingers pressed hard into her hips at the sound. In retaliation, Sophie jerked forward, pressing her body against the brunette's like a challenge. Margo broke the kiss with a smile.
"Fuck, I should've dragged you up here sooner."
Sophie inhaled, sharp and quick.
With that her hands pushed Sophie back into the door, her lips pressing to her lips, her cheek, down her jaw. They trailed down her neck, pressing hard into her pulse point just to hear Sophie's breath shudder. The blonde's hands grabbed at her hair, trembling.
Margo's hands gripped Sophie's hips and tugged. She went willingly, head hazy. A thigh slipped between the blonde's legs and pressed up.
Sophie moaned. Her hips pressed down, and again, then—
"Wait, wait," she said, breathless. "Wait."
Margo stopped. She pulled her face out of Sophie's throat, dropping her thigh, but tilted her head. Almost like a lost puppy.
"What is it?" Margo's voice was quiet and, for once, uncertain.
This couldn't be happening. Sophie wasn't sure how she'd found herself here, in this position with this woman. Tears formed in her eyes. She really hoped Margo couldn't see them in the dark.
It was too much.
"I… I'm sorry. I can't."
Margo stepped back. "You can't?"
"I have an early morning. I just…" Sophie looked away. "I have to go. I'm sorry."
Margo reached forward, but Sophie jumped, as if the touch would burn. She pulled her hand back and breathed out, slowly.
"Okay. That's okay." The woman sounded calm. Oddly so, as if she hadn't just been rejected while she was between a woman's thighs.
"It is?"
"Sophie… yes. It's okay. If you want to stop, that's fine."
'I don't want—" She cut herself off. Margo's head tilted the other way. Sophie continued. "I just have to go."
Margo's lips twitched upwards. Sophie could just make it out in the dark. "Alright."
The blonde turned, grabbing the handle and pulling open the door and stepping out. Light flooded into the hotel room, and when she turned back, Margo was very visible. As was her tousled hair, rumpled dress, and shining, swollen lips. She didn't move.
"See you around, Boston."
Sophie shut the door.
Men. It was always men. It would be great, wonderful even, if just one of these work trips didn't involve being surrounded by irritating older men who took every opportunity to either belittle her role and abilities, or hit on her. This wasn't that work trip, though. This work trip was the one where she smiled graciously and laughed it all off, all the while thinking about a woman with soft hair and warm hands and how she had cheated on her husband. She'd cheated. Had she? Was a kiss cheating? Was she really calling that just a kiss?
She needed to blow off some steam. Or her head was going to explode.
It wasn't too late, eight-ish, maybe. But the day had dragged. It probably didn't help that she'd had about five hours of sleep the night before. Maximum. She's spent the whole night in a half awake daze as her mind reeled off every reason that she was an evil, no good person. Still, she had energy that needed to be burned off before she had a chance at getting some actual rest.
She headed up to her room, toed off her shoes at the door and quickly rifled through her suitcase.
A swim is just what she needed right now, and the swimsuit she'd brought on a whim was just conservative enough for her to get away with if she ran into a colleague. It dipped low on her chest, but it'd be fine.
On her way back down to the lobby a loud ringing interrupted the quiet hall. Her phone. She quickly rifled through her bag, searching for it for a minute before finally grabbing it. She'd missed the call. Shit.
It was a deliberate choice to bury her phone in the very bottom of her belongings today. Every time she picked it up that morning, she's looked at the picture of her son staring back at her and cringed. Her boy, small and sweet and entirely in the crossfire of the stupid decisions she was making. It made her skin crawl. She loved him, and she wanted to be around him. Always. But being a mother, and only a mother, when her husband couldn't give less of a damn about her well being, had made her want to scream at the walls of her beige house. Then, after… it was too hard. So she'd gone back to work, put her son in daycare, passed on some responsibility to her husband. And he was a good dad, but he resented her for it. He resented her for a lot of things. It was exhausting.
So yes, she wanted to be with her son. She wanted to talk to him, tell him she loved him and that she'd be back soon. That she'd always come back, like she did whenever she went away. But the thought of going through her husband to do it always made her itch. And doing that today, after last night? It kind of made her want to die. She wanted to stay in her bubble, with her red and purple skin hidden under a turtleneck and no consequences. Just for a little while.
Still, she called back. She had to, for her kid. She owed him that much.
"Sophie. Hey." Graham's voice cut through the anxious rattling of her brain.
She grimaced into the phone. "Hey. Where's Jack?"
Indoor pools were always a little strange. The chlorine in the air was thick and stifling, always paired with a weird humidity and a strong echo. But right now, it was exactly what she needed.
The room was deserted. Sophie pushed through the water, pulling her arms back again and again. Her energy was burning up with every breath she took. Her chest ached. When her mother had insisted on putting her in swimming lessons as a kid, she'd hated it. Really and truly hated it. But as time went on, she'd grown to love the water. She'd even taken part in a few competitions when she was older. Won a few medals.
While she didn't compete anymore, and hadn't for years, stress always led her back to the water.
Sophie did a few more lengths before coming to rest against the side of the pool. With one hand, she brushed her hand over her face, blowing air out of her nose to clear it.
"You swim."
Sophie jumped, sending a wave of water splashing against the pool wall as she spun to her right. Margo stood at the shallow end of the pool in a loose white dress that hit her legs about mid thigh.
"Oh my god you…" the blonde exhaled, her hand on her chest. "You scared the hell out of me."
As she spoke, Margo was already rounding the edge of the pool, a small smile playing on her lips. It looked like she was going to walk down to the blonde, but instead, she stopped. Instead, she sat where she was, right at the edge of the water. "I'm sorry, babe. I thought you'd heard me come in."
"No, no I definitely didn't." The words came out half as laughter; that shaky, buzzing feeling from earlier was building back up in her chest.
Margo looked around. The room was dim, but the lights in the pool made the rippling water reflect across the walls. "You know, I didn't take you for a rule breaker."
Sophie frowned. "I'm…" She paused. Before this week, she definitely would not have considered herself a rule breaker. She did as she was told. She worked hard in school, she got her degree. She chose the well paying job. When Graham asked her out she said yes, and when he'd asked her to marry him, she said yes. When it came down to the serious stuff, she did the right thing. Every time. And if she could go back, she wouldn't change a thing, not when those choices had given her a beautiful life. Really, truly wonderful in that shiny, shimmery way people loved to look at. From the outside, it was beautifully by the book.
So why was she here?
In a pool, looking at a woman that she had cheated on her husband with. Or, almost cheated with?
Her chest ached and she bit down on her cheek.
Margo seemed to take her silence as an invitation to continue, instead of an indication of an unsteady storm brewing.
"I mean, I wouldn't think twice about walkin' right by that 'Pool Closed' sign, but you… well, I'm guessing you follow instructions."
The innuendo was smooth, but it didn't stop a blush rising to her cheeks. It took her a second to process the rest of the sentence. When she did, Sophie's eyes went wide. "You're kidding."
"No sweetheart,' the brunette said through a smile. "I am not."
The blonde started to swim down to the shallow end, treading water as fast as she could. If she was also trying hard to do that without making a fool of herself, that was nobody else's business. Today just got better and better.
"Woah now, I get that I look good, but I'm not goin' anywhere anytime soon."
Sophie scoffed. "I'm trying to get out of the pool, Margo," she said, reaching the other woman just as she said her name. She looked up to meet blue eyes. By this point, Sophie's upper body was mostly out of the water, and she reached for the ledge of the pool just next to the brunette, who had started to pout.
"Hey, no. I wanted to swim."
"Then swim. You're the rule breaker, aren't you?" The words came out with a snap. Margo didn't blink.
"I thought we were both breaking the rules now."
Sophie narrowed her eyes, ignoring the statement. "I'm leaving."
"No, you're not."
"Excuse me?"
"You don't wanna leave, Soph."
Sophie flinched, just slightly. "You don't get to tell me what I want."
"I'm not tellin' you." Margo's voice softened slightly, but her gaze was still warm, a spark sitting behind them. "Or dictatin'. You want what you want, I'm just… makin' an observation."
When Sophie looked away, Margo continued, ignoring the way Sophie's jaw shifted.
"I can see those cogs turnin' in your head. I saw 'em last night, and I see 'em now. And when they start up, you start holding yourself back. Cagin' yourself like a bird. Now I'm not tellin' you what to do, but I just so happen to really like the you that demanded we go back to my room. So, Sophie," Margo said, reaching for the bottom of her dress. "If you don't want me tellin' you, you tell me."
She grabbed the hem and pulled white fabric up and over her head. Sophie's eyes darted up, watching a red bikini come into view, bright against tanned skin. Margo reached down and slid a finger under Sophie's chin. She tilted the blonde's head up, forcing their eyes to meet.
"What do you want?"
Sophie hesitated. When it came down to it, Sophie did the right thing. She always had. But last night, she hadn't.
She'd chosen wrong.
Last night, she'd forgotten about what she was supposed to do. Just for a little while, she hadn't thought about what anyone else wanted. And, fuck. It had felt so, so good. Her beautiful, shiny life had never made her feel that good.
Didn't she deserve to feel good?
And really, what people don't know won't hurt them.
Before she could think even one more word, Sophie pulled Margo into the water, pressing her back against the pool wall.
Still, the stubborn part of her brain fired, refusing to let her say it, refusing to give the other woman the satisfaction of hearing her say it out loud. So instead of telling Margo what she wants, she shows her instead, pulling her in for a desperate kiss.
Margo gasped sharply, at the cool water, at the touch, maybe even from the shock. Sophie didn't care, she just took her opportunity to slide her tongue between the other woman's lips. She pressed her body into Margo's, suddenly craving the heat that the brunette radiated.
Margo's hands woke up, her body catching up to what was happening. She grabbed at Sophie's waist and, god, it felt nothing like any time anyone had ever touched her before. It wasn't groping or pawing. Instead, it felt like a claim. It lit Sophie up and she moaned into the kiss. Margo just gripped onto her tighter, pulling at her like she would never, ever get enough.
In fact, Sophie felt exactly the same. It wasn't enough, none of it was. And she wasn't sure if it ever would be, but she was done being scared. Tonight, she was going to chase what she wanted.
She broke the kiss, panting, hot. If the water wasn't so cold, she was sure she'd be sweating already. "Margo…" She trailed off, unsure of how to finish the sentence.
Margo seemed to understand. Through her own heavy breaths, she tried to help. "I know, I know,' she said, nodding. Their noses brushed against each other at the movement. "Just say what you want, baby, and I'll give it to you."
Sophie's head spun not just at the words, but the tone. Low, soft, but almost devoted. Like she was speaking over an altar. She shook her head slightly to clear the irrational thought.
The brunette misread the moment, and slid her hands up to Sophie's cheeks, pulling away just slightly. She brushed her thumbs over the other woman's cheekbones. "I will. Whatever you want."
In the dim light, Sophie could see just how big Margo's pupils were. She wondered if her own were the same. Or worse. She decided she didn't care.
"More. Just give me more," she whispered. "Please, Margo."
Margo leaned in and smiled against Sophie's lips. "Good girl." In one quick movement, her hands dropped to Sophie's hips, lifting her up in the water and settling her back on her outstretched thigh. The sudden contact between her legs made Sophie hiss. Margo kissed her, pressing their lips together to swallow the sound. As she did, her hands pressed Sophie down.
The swimsuit was thin, and despite the water dulling the friction the pressure was good. So good. She rolled her hips forward as the muscle beneath her tensed. Margo helped, using her hands to guide her as the water ripped around them. After a minute they found a steady rhythm, one that made her body twitch as she groaned. Why would she ever have thought to stop this?
Still, it wasn't enough. Sophie sped up, rutting her hips down into Margo as her breathing shallowed. She broke the kiss with a gasp. She could feel heat rushing downwards, a steady pulsing warmth that wouldn't climb any higher. She whined, frustrated.
"Oh, baby. Is it not enough?" Margo purred, lips coming to rest beside Sophie's ear as the blonde's head tipped forward. "You're doing so good. So good." The words rushed down her spine, making her hips move faster, harder.
"Margo," Sophie breathed out. "I need—" She cut herself off with a huff.
"What to you need, hm? Use your words." Margo's hands left their spot on her hips and worked their way up, one pulling Sophie in by the ribs, the other landing higher to tweak a hard nipple through wet fabric.
"Oh, god." Sophie buried her face into Margo's neck.
"What do you need?"
Sophie snapped. "I need you to fuck me. Make me," she whimpered as her grinding hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Make me come."
It seemed like Margo wasn't actually expecting her candor. "Jesus…" The word came out like it had clambered up her throat, raw and shaky. "Good girl. Now come here."
Margo lifted Sophie again, using the water to push her up with one hand. Sophie started to protest at the loss of contact, but quickly shut up at the sensation of two fingers moving her swimsuit to the side. She pulled her head back to see Margo looking down into the water, almost dazed. As her fingers finally pressed right where the blonde needed them, she looked back up. Sophie's eyes slammed shut as she inhaled, relief rushing through her bones.
Clearly, the brunette was done playing games. She slid her fingers through Sophie's folds, upwards to where she was so desperately wanted. Her movements were slow, gentle at first, but as Sophie's hips bucked into her hand she pressed harder, faster. She was testing, moving in circles then side to side until Sophie moaned, loud. Margo grinned.
She sped up. As she did, Sophie's hands moved, grabbing at Margo's arm, her waist, then up over her bikini top. Margo's movements stuttered slightly, and Sophie noticed. Her brain sparked, an idea forming. Why was she the only one getting something here?
So, she reached around, trying to maintain some semblance of control as she grabbed the strings holding Margo's top on and tugged. Margo's fingers were still moving, slower now, but so good it took her longer than it should have to get the bow undone. Eventually it came loose, and she pulled the item over the brunette's head. Margo paused entirely.
"Sophie…"
"Keep going."
Margo cocked her head to the side. They were at eye level, and she could see a glint of something in Sophie's gaze. She pressed her fingers back, dipping them in and pressing upwards.
The blonde gasped, and as she did, she leaned down, taking one of Margo's nipples into her mouth.
Immediately a hand came up to her hair, holding her there. Sophie swirled her tongue, sucking lightly. In response, Margo pressed her two fingers further into Sophie, her thumb coming up to circle her clit. She suckled harder, and when her teeth grazed over the tight skin, Margo arched her back with a groan.
She tried, Sophie really tried to focus, but as the pressure between her thighs built, she just found herself panting into Margo's skin. The other woman didn't seem to mind, though. The hand in Sophie's hair tugged, and she pulled her up and into a rough kiss. It was all tongue and teeth until Sophie was forced to pull back entirely.
"Oh my god."
Margo's smile was wide, feral. "Are you gonna come, babe?"
"Uh huh," she panted.
"Let me feel it, then. Come for me, sweetheart."
With one last hard swipe over her clit, Sophie came. Hard. Her thighs tensed, holding Margo's hand in place as she kept curling her fingers, pressing in to that one spot, helping her ride it out. The blonde whined, high and too loud. She buried her face in Margo's throat and trembled as the orgasm tore through her. It kept going, spurred on by the gentle pressure the brunette kept up until it was too much and she flinched slightly. Margo stopped.
As she came down, her body turned to jelly. Her legs slumped, and Margo gently pulled her hand out to wrap around her waist. Sophie panted, spent. After a minute of quiet, the only sound their mingled breathing and the water lapping at the pool walls, she looked up.
Margo was already watching her, eyes soft. Warm.
Sophie grimaced and pulled her wet hands out of the water to bury her face in them.
"No, no. Absolutely not," Margo said, immediately grabbing her hands. "Don't hide."
"That was embarrassing."
Margo furrowed her brows as the blonde blushed. "Embarrassing?"
"I mean—"
"Sophie. Jesus, that was..." She raked her eyes over the younger woman. "Hot. And god, if it's good with you," she smiled. "I plan on doin' it again."