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“She’s maddening! St. Olaf stories, sock puppets, and she's so cheerful in the morning, that you just wanna take your grapefruit and shove it in her face. Hard. As hard as she can stand it.”
Those words reappeared in Dorothy's head the next morning. Even after the weird events of the previous night, and despite the fact that they had led to Rose and Miles' common decision to break up, Rose was babbling on and on about some ridiculous story, very cheerful for someone who had just gotten out of a relationship. In fact, Dorothy had been taken aback by how unaffected Rose had seemed the previous night. Just as unaffected as Miles. As though, both were relieved to finally see the end of their relationship.
Dorothy had felt some relief herself when the couple broke up, but she didn't dwell on it. All she could focus on right now, was not the newspaper that she desperately wanted to read, but Rose's maddening cheerfulness.
Her pretty blue eyes were almost shining and that mouth of hers was moving non-stop, as she kept talking.
Blanche and Sophia had already left. Dorothy and Rose had work, too, but since they still had time before they left, Dorothy was the one who was stuck with Rose. They were dressed up and ready, but Rose kept on talking like she had to share everything she wanted to say in ten minutes.
Dorothy saw red. If she kept staring at that blabbering mouth for one more second, she would go crazy.
She got up and started looking around the kitchen.
“What are you looking for, Dorothy?”
“Isn't there one fucking grapefruit in here?!” Dorothy was standing between the sink and the kitchen island.
She had to find one and just-
“We don't have any grapefruits.”
Rose stood up and approached Dorothy.
“Why not?!”
“I don't know. We just don't… Why do we call them grapefruits, if they don't look like grapes?”
“I don't know,” Dorothy answered, her irritation palpable.
Rose was next to Dorothy now.
“They look more like oranges, so why don't we call them orangefruits?”
Dorothy was glaring at Rose. But instead of being scared, Rose just stared innocently back at her, taking in Dorothy's reaction.
“Oh, well, we'll never know,” Rose stated as she took her eyes away from Dorothy and started turning away.
Rose had to look away, so that Dorothy wouldn't see the smirk that was impossible to be contained.
But a hand grabbed her arm. Dorothy had seen the small smirk.
Rose looked back up at her as innocently as she could.
“What's wrong, Dorothy?”
Dorothy narrowed her eyes, as her brain connected the dots.
“You're annoying me on purpose!”
The shock of realization was so intense, that she let go of Rose's arm.
“No, I'm not!”
“Yes, you are. I saw that smirk. You- You want to get me riled up!”
“I don't want to get you riled up! It was… just a thought I wanted to share.”
Dorothy closed the curtains of the kitchen window and trapped Rose against the kitchen island by placing her hands next to her sides.
“Do you annoy me on purpose?” Dorothy's voice dropped an octave. “And don’t you dare lie to me.”
“…Not always. Most of the time it's not like that! But…”
“But?”
“But sometimes it's fun seeing your reaction. I think of something silly and I wonder how irritated it would make you.”
“It's fun seeing my reaction?”
Dorothy was looking at Rose from a completely new perspective. How hadn't she noticed this?
“Well, you always have an immediate reaction. So sometimes, I come up with ridiculous things to say because your reactions are funny. You always take them so seriously,” she said, trying not to laugh.
Dorothy stared at her for a few seconds, baffled at what she was hearing.
Then, her expression became determined.
“That's it. I've had it with you.”
Rose had a split second to register Dorothy's words, before Dorothy pressed her lips against Rose's in a bruising kiss, while her hands cupped her face.
Dorothy pulled back, the intensity still in her gaze.
She was going to say something sarcastic, but Rose was staring at her lips like she needed them, but was too shy to go after them.
She had never seen want written so clearly on Rose's face.
Dorothy leaned forward, minimizing the distance between them, but not covering it all.
She scrutinized Rose's reaction.
Rose was staring at her lips, as though she was magnetized.
“If I would have known that a kiss would shut you up so easily, I would have done it earlier.”
Rose broke out of her trance and snapped her eyes upwards to meet Dorothy's. She frowned and opened her mouth to say something.
Dorothy never got to hear it, because she took the opportunity to give Rose an open-mouthed kiss. Dorothy's hands took hold of Rose's face once more, as her tongue started moving inside Rose's mouth, with the intention of exploring every inch of it.
Rose responded almost immediately, her hands supporting herself against the kitchen island.
Dorothy couldn’t stop thinking how irritating that mouth was as she dominated Rose's tongue.
She kissed her passionately and was surprised to feel Rose return the kiss with equal fervour. She had never dared to imagine that Rose would be invested in this.
Rose's hands reached up to the sides of Dorothy's face, allowing the tall woman to move her hands down the blonde's body.
Rose was holding her as though she couldn't believe she got the chance to have her like that.
Dorothy groaned into Rose's mouth. She wrapped one arm around her waist, where her skirt met her suit, and the other underneath her ass, pulling her to sit up on the kitchen island.
Rose let out a surprised sound that was muffled by Dorothy's mouth.
Rose pulled her close, but her own legs were in the way. She pulled back and raised her skirt up to a point that allowed her to open her legs enough to be closer to Dorothy.
Dorothy watched Rose pull her skirt up in surprise. She felt robbed for never having seen this part of Rose before. She also wished the skirt would be further raised, to reveal what Dorothy craved to touch.
Rose wrapped her arms around Dorothy's neck and pulled herself closer to her. She initiated the kiss this time and Dorothy thought she was going mad.
She was trying very hard to control the passion that was pouring from her and that was intensifying, as it fed off of Rose's.
She pulled back a little and stared at Rose.
“You're maddening. Do you know that?”
“Maddening?”
Dorothy began leaving wet kisses on Rose's neck.
“Yes, maddening… You're so irritating, with your ridiculous stories and your cheerful energy in the morning.”
Dorothy raised her head and stared into Rose's pretty blue eyes. “So cheerful that I want to…”
“What do you want to do, Dorothy?”
Dorothy noticed the breathlessness in Rose's voice.
“I want…”
Dorothy couldn't finish her sentence. She surged in for another kiss. This one, however, was less hard, more tender, more insecure.
She opened the buttons of Rose's suit. She got it off of her and let it fall on the kitchen island.
She broke the kiss, but didn't go far, since Rose's arms were wrapped around her neck.
“You can be annoying, too,” Rose stated. “Do you know that?”
“What? You can't possibly-”
“You think sarcasm is always enjoyable? I mean, it's funny most of the times, but not always!”
Dorothy listened and let Rose unbutton the first couple of buttons of her shirt.
“Do you think I enjoy it when my morning cheerfulness is damped by your sarcasm? Do you think it's easy to be so cheerful, when I have Ms. Sarcasm commenting on everything I say?”
Rose undid more buttons, until Dorothy's bra was visible.
Rose looked up at Dorothy. Dorothy saw the insecurity in her eye reflect her own.
“Well, Ms. Sarcasm has to put up with Ms. Sunshine every morning, so she can be allowed to make sarcastic comments.”
“And Ms. Sunshine has to put up with Ms. Sarcasm every morning, so she should be allowed to be positive.”
“Ms. Sunshine should know when she's being too positive.”
Dorothy had splayed her hands next to the raised hem of Rose's skirt, leaning threateningly towards Rose.
“And Ms. Sarcasm should know when her sarcastic comments are not wanted.”
“When Ms. Sunshine understands that not everyone can deal with her yapping and her buzzing with cheerfulness so early in the morning.”
“Well, if Ms. Sarcasm considered others, then she might realize that Ms. Sunshine is so cheerful, because she gets to talk to her best friends every morning. Because she enjoys the company of Ms. Sarcasm, even if she knows that she's not as happy to see her.”
A pout appeared on Dorothy's face.
“Ms. Sunshine is an idiot if she thinks that Ms. Sarcasm isn't happy to hang out with her. She's more than happy. Which is why she's hanging out with her, despite her maddening traits… Ms. Sarcasm is very fond of Ms. Sunshine.”
“…Really?”
“Do you even have to ask?”
Dorothy captured Rose's lips in an unbearably soft kiss. Rose melted into it, while their hands were desperately grasping and roaming.
Dorothy broke the kiss. She brought her hand on Rose's right leg, where the stockings met fabric.
“I want you, Rose. I want all of you.”
Rose put her own hand on top of Dorothy's. Her other hand was cupping Dorothy's face.
“I want you, too, Dorothy. I need you...”
Dorothy felt something hot and possessive run through her veins. Now that she had heard Rose’s need for her, expressed so verbally, all she wanted was to make her hers.
She gave Rose her suit to hold.
“Hold this and wrap your legs and arms tightly around me.”
Despite the order, Dorothy took hold of Rose's legs herself and brought them around her lower back.
Rose seemed lost in lust for a couple of seconds, before remembering Dorothy's words and doing as told.
Dorothy lifted her off the kitchen island and led her to her bedroom, while Rose's legs were wrapped securely behind her back.
Rose felt herself throb with anticipation and nervousness, while Dorothy carried her to her bedroom. The fact that one of Dorothy's arms was underneath her ass to support her, did not help.
When they entered Dorothy’s bedroom, Rose closed the door, since Dorothy's hands were occupied.
Dorothy dropped her onto the bed and climbed over her.
They kicked off their shoes quickly. Dorothy pulled Rose's shirt out of her skirt, hastily. She got it off of her.
She ironed down Rose's skirt, to be able to open the zipper. But before she opened it, she took in the sight in front of her.
Rose was laying underneath her, her skirt making her waist and torso look even more delectable. Her eyes lingered on the lace bra. She noticed that Rose’s breathing was louder and her eyes fixated on the rise and fall of her breasts.
When she met Rose's eyes, she was magnetized by the need she saw in them.
Dorothy lunged forward, leaving wet kisses on Rose's neck in the time it took her to lower Rose's bra straps to her arms.
She was too impatient, so she took one of her breasts out of its cup, teasing Rose's nipple with her tongue.
Rose gasped.
Dorothy covered it with her mouth and Rose threw her head back in response. One of her hands went into Dorothy's hair.
“Oh, Dorothy,” she sighed.
Dorothy froze. She raised her head.
Rose almost moaned at the sensation of the air hitting her wet nipple.
“Why did you stop?”
“We have to go to work.”
Both had completely forgotten about work.
“Dorothy, if you don't finish what you started, I will be telling you St. Olaf stories from morning to night.”
“Rose… I didn't think you'd be the kind of person to skip work for…”
Dorothy trailed off, because Rose was unbuttoning her shirt all the way down.
“I told you that I need you, Dorothy. I can't go to work like this.”
Dorothy helped Rose get the shirt off of her.
“Rose, if you keep talking like this, I'll lose my control.”
“And what's wrong with that?”
Dorothy could only stare at the confusion on Rose's face.
Rose really wanted this just as badly as she did, and Dorothy felt foolish for holding herself back.
She took off Rose's bra and saw the goosebumps rise on her skin.
She captured Rose's breast in her mouth, while she fondled with the other.
She was quite rough with both, but Rose seemed to enjoy it, if her moans were any indication. Or the way her hand moved through Dorothy's gray hair.
Dorothy was very impatient, so she unzipped Rose's skirt and took it off her legs, her stockings following pretty quickly. Her panties were soon off and Rose had barely the time to gasp, before Dorothy started eating her out.
At first, she was a little clumsy, but she quickly got the hang of it.
Dorothy licked and sucked on her clit, making Rose moan out loud.
Rose wondered if Dorothy was trying to make her moan louder and louder, because she was eating her out roughly, and every moan seemed to invigorate her.
Rose lost count of how many times she had arched her back. All she could think of was the feeling of Dorothy's hair against her hand, and the pleasure her mouth stirred.
Dorothy was staring up at her, her eyes full of power and control. Rose recognized the satisfaction and possessiveness in them, as control slipped from her movements, her hips snapping desperately.
The roughness got her to the edge much faster than she anticipated.
“Dorothy, I will- I'm about to-”
She warned her, in case Dorothy wanted to pull back. Dorothy's reaction was to moan and become even rougher, her fingers rubbing Rose's clit, giving Rose a hard push over the edge.
Rose moaned out Dorothy's name, while her body trembled violently.
Dorothy kept staring up at Rose, as she was getting her through her orgasm, and she had never felt such a possessive feeling grasp at her.
Rose was hers. She was moaning and trembling and all hers. She could never get tired of this sight.
She swallowed every drop of her, while Rose was dealing with the aftershocks.
She licked her lips when she pulled away. She started leaving kisses on Rose's belly, lazily moving upwards, while the blonde tried to catch her breath.
When she got over her mouth, Rose was the one who initiated a kiss.
Meanwhile, she unhooked Dorothy's bra and took it off. She slowly guided Dorothy into a sitting position.
Rose gave a weak moan, as she sat up, her clit being too sensitive.
She licked one of Dorothy's nipples and Dorothy thought she might faint from the sight in front of her.
Rose, sweet, naive Rose, was licking her nipple, while stealing glances up at her.
Rose continued on her breasts, bringing Dorothy closer and closer to a heart attack with the way she behaved.
But Dorothy's need grew stronger and the words were out of her mouth, before she even had the chance to swallow them.
“Rose, please. I need you.”
Rose understood perfectly what it was she needed. She helped her take off her pants and panties and she positioned herself, the same way Dorothy had. Her mouth was inches from Dorothy, making anticipation coil in Dorothy's belly.
“Before I do this, I want you to know that I want to bring you all the pleasure you need. I want to make you feel good, Dorothy. I love you.”
Dorothy's lips parted, but she had no chance to say anything, because Rose's tongue was on her clit.
Rose took her time learning what Dorothy liked, trying to copy what she had done to her.
Each moan she elicited from Dorothy, made her repeat a move and increase the intensity.
She got the grasp of it faster than Dorothy expected.
When Dorothy's thighs started trembling, foretelling her orgasm, Rose became rougher, just like Dorothy had done. She wanted to bring her the same kind of pleasure. To show her how much she loved her.
She had never dared to imagine that Ms. Sarcasm would open herself like that to Ms. Sunshine.
She stole glances up at her and she fell in love with the sight.
And Rose worked her jaw like a champion to bring Dorothy all the pleasure she deserved.
She couldn't stop herself from moaning at the feel of Dorothy's hand in her hair, or the way Dorothy cried out and spasmed through her orgasm.
Just like Dorothy had done, she swallowed all of Dorothy's juices, giving Dorothy a couple of strong aftershocks.
Rose didn’t stop as Dorothy fell from her highs, only became more tender. Dorothy guided her up, with her hand in her hair, and Rose let herself be swept in a wet, filthy kiss. It was deeply intimate for both of them.
Rose's heart was pounding. Sensing Dorothy's breasts underneath her own, her soft skin underneath her fingertips, was enough to keep her senses on fire.
Suddenly, Dorothy's hands squeezed her butt cheeks. Rose moaned helplessly in her mouth and sensed Dorothy smirk into the kiss.
As they kissed, Dorothy brought her to lie next to her. They continued making out like this, as Dorothy placed a hand between Rose’s face and the mattress, and the other on her side. Eventually, she guided her on her back.
Dorothy broke the kiss and looked into Rose’s eyes. She glanced at her lips, that were now angry red from all the kissing.
“We can’t go back to how things were, Rose. I can’t go back to that… I need you to be mine, Rose.”
Rose wanted to rejoice, to hug Dorothy and tell her that she felt the same. That she couldn’t think of a life without having Dorothy like this, not now. Dorothy had voiced the last sentence seductively, but at the same time, she managed to make it sound pleading. And having Dorothy on top of her, begging Rose to become hers, was like a dream come true. But she had to get something out of the way.
“Even if I’m maddening?”
Dorothy recognized the insecurity in Rose’s voice and in her eyes.
“When. When, Rose. Even when you’re maddening. Especially then.”
She stared into Rose’s eyes to get the message across. Then, she left two kisses on her left cheek.
When she pulled back, Rose was gazing up at her with heart eyes.
“Oh, Dorothy, I would love to be yours. But I need you to be mine, too.”
Dorothy smirked. “That can be arranged.”
Dorothy went in for a kiss, but Rose placed her hands on her chest. She had to get something out of her own.
“I must say that you’re even more breathtaking than I imagined you’d be. I mean, your hands, your body, the way you moaned-”
“Rose!”
“No, I mean it! Everything about you was beautiful! I can’t understand why your ex-boyfriends let you go. I would be heartbroken if I ever lost you!”
Dorothy was staring at her in shock, which slowly gave way for vulnerability and love.
“Fuck, Rose.”
She captured Rose’s lips in a passionate and loving kiss.
Rose sensed Dorothy’s love and hoped that she understood how special she was to her.
Any coherent thought escaped Rose’s mind, when she felt fingers enter her. All she could do was moan, as she was at Dorothy’s mercy.
Dorothy broke the kiss and locked their gazes, making it impossible for Rose to look away.
Rose felt incredibly stimulated, as Dorothy hovered above, pumping her fingers in and out of her and looking into the depths of her soul through hooded eyes.
Rose had never seen her look so breathtaking.
At some point, she looked away. However, Dorothy called her name in a split second and Rose looked back up at her. She couldn't understand how Dorothy managed to be so needy, while being in a position of power. But Rose loved it. She saw Dorothy's love written clearly in her eyes.
She hadn't said those three words back at Rose, but they were behind her eyes. Rose could see them bright as day. And that love was what gave her the final push.
They didn't break eye contact throughout her orgasm.
In the midst of it, Rose decided to confess something.
“I’ve loved you for a long time, Dorothy… I had never thought that you would… ever feel the same…”
“I love you very much, Rose. I love you so much. I never thought I could have you.” Dorothy was massaging her walls, drawing out Rose's orgasm.
Rose's eyes filled with love and warmth. She didn't break eye contact as her moans weakened.
Dorothy pulled her fingers out and licked them clean. Rose could only watch, before she pulled her down for a long kiss. She was holding Dorothy's face in place with both hands.
When she pulled back, it was with a large grin.
“Ms. Sarcasm just made Ms. Sunshine the happiest woman in the world.”
“That can't be right. Ms. Sunshine just made Ms. Sarcasm the happiest woman in the world. There can only be one happiest woman.”
“Maybe it's a tie?”
Dorothy pretended to consider it.
“All right. Let's say it's a tie.”
She smirked and went in for another kiss. A sweet agreement.