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It's a long day at the new office.
Since the move they've started shooting different shows at the same time, separating the cast and giving them a bit less free time together.
With this, Angela and Amanda have less time together during the day.
Which should be fine, they live together after all, they can hang out at home. But after the first few days, Amanda can see the difference.
Angela is fidgeting more, less focused, generally just a bit off.
Amanda files the information away, spending the weekend with her girlfriend and hoping she'll adjust by the next week.
She doesn't.
The end of the week comes and Angela is clearly not coping with the lack of time together.
They arrive home after a long day of work on Friday and Angela collapses into Amanda's lap, burying her face in her neck, “This sucks,” she groans, pressing a kiss against her neck, “I miss you.”
Amanda hums reassuringly, running a hand down her back and starting their new daily routine after work, “What can mommy do to fix it?” she asks gently, smiling when the other woman relaxes in her arms.
“Mommy,” she whines, tugging at Amanda's shirt.
“It's ok,” she murmurs, shooing away Angela's hands, “Mommy's got it.” Amanda carefully removes her shirt and bra, “It's that better, baby?”
Angela shakes her head, rolling her hips against Amanda with another whine as she pulls at her own shirt.
“I know,” she murmurs, helping Angela with her shirt and bra, “You want it all off.”
Her girlfriend whines, trailing lazy open mouth kisses down her neck as Amanda pulls Angela's pants and underwear down her legs.
“We're almost there.” Amanda mumbles as Angela wraps her legs around her. She stands, carrying the younger woman to their bed and placing her down in the center.
She quickly kicks off the rest of her own clothes before reaching into the drawer to grab Angela's favorite strap. Putting it on with practiced ease, Amanda quickly adjusts the straps and returns to the bed, smiling hungrily at her girlfriend.
Angela whines and reaches for her, eyes pleading, “Mommy,” she pushes out, tears welling in her eyes, “Fuck me, please.”
Amanda’s pupils dilate to full black as she surges forward, connecting her lips with Angela's.
“Mommy's got you.” she whispers against her lips, repeating the phrase as she presses open-mouthed kisses down Angela's neck. Her hand moves straight to her girlfriend's core, collecting the already accumulated wetness before rubbing tight circles against her clit.
Angela keens, quiet moans escaping her lips as she melts into the bed.
Knowing her girlfriend is ready, Amanda pushes in two fingers, curling them to push into one of her favorite spots.
Tears are streaming down Angela's face, but not from anything her girlfriend is doing. She can feel the stress leaving her body and with the decompression brings tears. She looks up at Amanda, attempting to blink away her tears, “More,” she whines, getting louder when her fingers leave her body, “Please.”
At her please, Amanda presses the tip of the dildo against her. Angela whines again and she pushes in, her girlfriend rolling her hips up in an attempt to take it faster.
“Mommy's coming,” she tells her, rocking forward to press her hips against her girlfriend's, “There we go.”
Angela relaxes further as Amanda fucks into her, moving at a quick pace she knows her girlfriend loves, “My needy baby,” she pants when Angela moans loudly, “Come when you're ready, you can do it.”
Amanda continues to praise her, reaching down to rub circles against her girlfriend. Angela starts to tense up and she sees the moment her orgasm overtakes her.
“What a good girl,” Amanda murmurs, repeating it over and over as Angela rides the waves of pleasure, not stopping her words or her movement until her girlfriend is limp on the bed.
She pulls off the strap, laying beside Angela and pulling her into her arms, “Feeling better?” Amanda asks with a smirk, knowing sex usually takes all of her stress and anxiety away.
But Angela whimpers into her neck as she shakes her head, “Mommy,” she whines pitifully, “I still feel gross.”
Amanda sighs, lifting her chin to pull her into a kiss, “How can mommy fix it?” she tries, but Angela shakes her head again, “Well, if you have any ideas, we can try them out ok?”
Her girlfriend whines and buries her face in Amanda's chest.
With a sad sigh, she begins to rub Angela's back, trying to comfort the woman as best she can.
It's been over ten minutes of silence, so quiet that Amanda thinks Angela may have fallen asleep, when she feels something.
She feels Angela’s open mouth against the side of her left boob. Amanda hums at the feeling, switching her hand to run her nails down her girlfriend's back instead.
Angela shifts in her arms, wiggling down slightly to nuzzle her face against her breasts. She looks up at Amanda, eyes red from tears and a nervous expression on her face.
“You're ok, baby,” Amanda whispers, switching her hand to now rub small circles on her lower back, “Mommy's got you, you're safe.”
Angela keeps eye contact with her girlfriend as she opens her mouth and moves it towards Amanda's chest.
Amanda doesn't understand what the other woman is trying to do until she feels lips latch onto her nipple.
She stares up at Amanda with wide eyes, relaxing when a gentle kiss is placed on the crown of her head.
“Are you hungry?” she asks quietly, deciding to play into their usual dynamic. Angela whines around her nipple as she experimentally sucks, both women relaxing further into the bed.
Angela continues slowly, suckling at a steady rhythm, falling into harmony with Amanda's light pats on her back.
“Good baby,” Amanda whispers, smiling at the light blush dusting her girlfriend's cheeks, “Eating so good for mommy.”
She whines, her hips thrusting into Amanda's thigh. Angela freezes for a second, but when Amanda doesn't stop, she starts moving again, hips rolling against her girlfriend.
Amanda stays quiet, letting Angela do whatever she needs while she just holds her and rubs her back.
Angela continues sucking at her slow pace as her hips speed up, quickly reaching her climax. When she comes back down she doesn't stop, continuing to contently suckle Amanda's breast.
“Feeling better?” she asks quietly, smiling when Angela hums. Her girlfriend detaches herself with a quiet pop, looking up at Amanda bashfully.
“Sorry,” she murmurs, moving back up to lay beside her properly, “I don't know where that came from.”
“I don't mind,” Amanda assures, kissing her gently, “Always knew you were a boob guy.”
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It's midway through the next week and when the two women return to their apartment Angela drags her girlfriend to their room.
“Skipping the couch?” Amanda asks curiously as Angela pushes her on the bed, “Are you ok, baby?”
She looks up at her girlfriend, she's fidgeting nervously, biting down on her lower lip and picking at her nails.
“Angela,” she whispers, taking the woman's hands into hers, “It's me, you don't have to be afraid to ask for anything.”
The woman whines quietly and Amanda presses a kiss to the backs of both of her hands, “Can you show mommy what you want?” she asks, “Be mommy's good girl.”
That seems to crack Angela's resolve. She reaches down for Amanda's shirt, the woman immediately pulling off both it and her bra.
Amanda reaches for her pants but Angela pushes her over and climbs on top of her, “Woah,” she murmurs, steadying herself and her girlfriend, “Slow down, mommy's not going anywhere.”
Angela whines, but allows Amanda to shift them both to lay properly in bed, adjusting Angela back on top of her.
Except Angela rolls off of her, wiggling down and taking Amanda's nipple in her mouth.
“Oh,” Amanda whispers, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend, “Are you just hungry, baby?”
She whines again as she slowly suckles, her eyes closing as she relaxes into the bed.
Amanda rubs her back, pushing her knee up when her girlfriend starts lightly brushing her core against her leg.
Angela whimpers around her breast and begins moving her hips with purpose, each drag bringing her closer and closer to the edge until she finally falls.
“Mommy,” she pants against her breast when her muscles have relaxed again, “I love you, thank you so much.”
“You don't have to thank me, baby,” Amanda murmurs, studying Angela's face carefully, “Are you still hungry?”
She blushes, burying her face in her hands to hide her embarrassment.
Just as she's about to lift her head again, she feels Amanda’s hand gently cup her jaw, guiding her to look up again.
Angela follows without hesitation, looking up at her girlfriend with a curious expression, “Mommy?” she starts to ask, but she's interrupted by something rubbing against her lips.
“Open,” Amanda whispers, smiling when her girlfriend obediently takes her other nipple in her mouth, “You’ve gotta eat until you're full, baby.”
She suckles without thought, melting into her girlfriend further.
Amanda slowly rolls her hips into Angela's stomach, her breath hitching when her girlfriend accidentally sucks harder.
Testing the waters, she does it again, moaning quietly when Angela bites down instead.
“Fuck,” she mumbles, he hips bucking, “That feels so good, baby.”
Angela hums, her sucking pattern switching from a steady rhythm to sharp pulls and bites as her girlfriend continues to drag her core against her stomach.
Her orgasm builds quickly and falls just as fast, a burst of pleasure that leaves as quick as it came. By the time Amanda’s fully aware again, Angela has returned to her slow and steady suckling.
“Such a hungry baby,” she murmurs, pulling her girlfriend closer, “My good girl.”
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The activities that night replace their old after work routine. They still have their nights with the strap, but most nights revolve around Angela’s mouth and Amanda's breasts.
And Amanda notices a difference at work.
Her girlfriend is back to her old self; happy, focused, and excited to film.
Which is why one afternoon a few weeks later, she's surprised when her girlfriend comes to her unhappy.
Angela sits beside her in the cast’s main dressing room, picking at her fingers and visibly upset.
“What's wrong, Ang?” she asks, running her fingers through her hair. Angela shrugs, resting her head on her shoulder.
“Frustrated,” she grumbles, “Overwhelmed. Back to back losses, a painful joke. Wish I could turn my brain off.”
Amanda hums, looking down at her girlfriend thoughtfully, “I have an idea,” she admits, tilting her girlfriend's head up to kiss her, “Do you trust me?”
Angela rolls her eyes, “I trust you with my life.”
With that, Amanda stands and takes her girlfriend's hand, walking with her to one of the green rooms. It's a dark room with a couch, meant mainly for regulation, several sensory toys and tools scattered throughout.
Amanda locks the door and sits on the couch, patting the spot beside her.
Her girlfriend sits without question, eyes widening when Amanda reaches for the hem of her shirt.
“We can't have sex in here!” Angela whisper-yells, grasping Amanda's hands, “You know that.”
She rolls her eyes fondly, “First of all, other people totally do. Second, that's not what we're doing.”
Angela relaxes and releases Amanda's hands, eyebrows furrowing when she pulls off her shirt.
“Then what are we-” Angela starts to ask but stops mid sentence when her girlfriend shrugs off her bra.
“Amanda-” she whispers, but the other woman gently shushes her.
“Baby,” she murmurs, smiling slightly when she sees the wheels start turning in Angela's head, “Lie down.”
She lays down with her head in Amanda's lap, eyes wide as she stares up at her girlfriend's bare chest. All her protests and concerns disappear, her only thought narrowing to one thing,
“Mommy,” she whimpers, tears welling in her eyes as she wiggles to sit up enough to reach Amanda's chest.
Amanda shushes her, propping her girlfriend up before guiding her nipple to Angela's lips, “I know,” she whispers, “I know.”
Angela opens her mouth, wrapping her lips around the nipple, and sucking. Amanda can feel her body begin to relax into her arms, shifting Angela again to make sure she stays at a comfortable angle.
“That feels better, doesn't it?” She murmurs, brushing her thumb against her cheeks to wipe her tears, "You're ok, just a fussy baby that needs a snack.”
She whimpers, her pupils blown out as she stares up at Amanda, tears streaming down her face.
Amanda hums quietly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.
“This isn't about sex right now,” she whispers quietly, hoping an explanation may help, “Think of how safe you feel when you're in that mindset, when you're just my baby. Hone in on that, let yourself feel that warmth.”
“I know you're already down there,” she continues, “Let yourself feel it. You're so safe and loved, baby.”
She can see when the switch flips in Angela's brain. The woman blinks up at her, pupils slowly shrinking as she starts suckling at a sedate pace, much slower than she usually would.
“There you go,” Amanda murmurs, wiping her tears for the final time, “Suck your worries away.”
Angela hums, continuing to slowly relax until she eventually pulls away, making a small popping sound.
“Mommy,” she whispers, pushing herself up to kiss her girlfriend, “Thank you.”
Amanda smiles at her, resting their foreheads together, “Anything for my baby,” she promises, pulling her in for a deeper kiss, “Anything for you.”