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Sweet Dreams Are Made of This… (NSFW)

This story takes place during the course of Threshold of the Year and is a Control the Smutwriter story, picked by El over at JustLoveRomance.com for Promptapalooza, 2016. If you’d like to play our reindeer game, go ahead and join the list.

El wanted to see Lucy and Beccs together. You know. Together. Ahem.

For the record, this is not my fault. You can send all of your hate mail to El, who might be more of a sadist than I am. (Okay, obviously not, but this was so her idea. I just happened to find it irresistibly delightful…) Enjoy!


Beccs knew—had always known—that Lucy would be a magnificent lover. She’d known since the day they met, since the first time their hands had touched, since every voice in the room dimmed to the edges of her hearing except one.

“Hello, Rebecca. So good to meet you.”

She’d ruthlessly corrected every person who’d called her “Rebecca” since moving to California, but from Lucy’s lips her name didn’t feel limiting.

With Lucy all things were possible.

It felt like it had been forever since the day they met, and it felt like she’d known Lucy her entire life, that Lucy had been the devil, the angel, her fairy godmother, all in one. She’d invented frankly ridiculous reasons to call Lucy over the years, just to keep in touch. The thought of losing that steadfast, teasing, electric tension was out of the question, and if she occasionally allowed her excuses to be transparent, Lucy had never complained. Never even called her out.

This moment, the moment when Lucy’s lips touched hers, when Lucy’s palms burned over her skin, was pre-destined and inevitable. They’d been on their way here since that first spark between them in a crowded room.

Alone, now, in Lucy’s bedroom, deep red on the wall, plush linens on the bed.

Kissing. Beccs lost herself in the kisses, in the heat of Lucy’s hands, always moving, never trespassing.

Beccs arched, trying to force herself into those hands, trying to demand, or beg, or cry out, but unable to make a sound.

“Now, now, pet.” No one’s voice should be as silky sexy as Lucy’s. It was cruel.

Impossible to reply. Beccs whimpered and hands tightened on her hips.

“Will you take everything I give you? Look at me, sweet Rebecca. Can you take everything?”

She looked up and gathered voice, courage. “Yes. Yes, please.”

Lucy’s laughter washed over her, warm, gratifying, a currency earned and cherished. “How do you know I won’t go too far?”

“You will. I know you will.” Beccs sucked in another breath, and another. “I know you will. I need you to. Please, Lucy.”

“Tsk. Call me by my name.”

Beccs floundered. “Please…Mistress?”

“No.” Lucy pressed closer, breasts touching, breath hot on Beccs’s skin. Her tone, when it came, was low, yearning, almost needy. “Call me by my name, Rebecca.”

Oh. Oh, god. “Please, Lucia. Please take me too far. Please.”

Lucy shuddered against her. “Yes. My clever girl.”

There was nothing dignified about trembling merely because Lucy had allowed her a simple liberty, but Beccs couldn’t seem to be still.

“Shh, pet.” Lucy’s hands ran under her shirt, lifting it off. “I have waited so long for you.”

“Why? Why didn’t we do this before?”

“Because it wasn’t time yet.”

And somehow Beccs was now naked, and on the bed, without noticing. Lucy loomed over her, fully clothed.

“Why—won’t you—shouldn’t you be—”

That laugh again. “Should I? Will I? And why?” Fingers pressed to her lips. “There are so many things I’ve imagined doing to you. So many ways I’ve imagined taking you.”

Beccs didn’t think of herself as the type of woman who wanted to be taken. Maybe for play, sure, with a partner who knew it was a game. But Lucy, for all her laughter, wasn’t playing now.

She was looking down at Beccs, fingers still pressed to lips, clothes still on. Waiting.

“I could have had you that first day. I could have taken you in front of all those people, in your butch button-down, and you would have let me.”

Beccs nodded. No point in denying it.

“The night you broke it off with your boy, the first time, because of his apathy, because you told yourself you deserved more than he could give. You wanted me to seduce you, but I didn’t.”

Horrible night, all tear-stained and sepia now. Even knowing that somewhere outside this room Adam waited for her didn’t make that residual feeling of loss, of grief, completely go away. Beccs swallowed.

“Do you want me, Rebecca? Do you want me inside you, on top of you, beneath you? Do you want to feel me everywhere?”

God, was that embarrassing moan her? Judging by Lucy’s grin, edging toward predatory, it was.

When Lucy climbed over her, spectacularly naked, Beccs moaned again. She tried to move her arms, but Lucy pointed to the headboard.

And yes, this was better, this was perfect. Stretched out, vulnerable, open, with Lucy settling her weight right where Beccs most needed it, grinding down, clit on clit, while Beccs writhed.

“I’m going to take you all the way to the edge a dozen times tonight, sweet Rebecca. I’m going to fuck you until you cry, and when I finally let you release—” She thrust, and it was an illusion, but it felt like penetration, like Lucy was deep inside her.

“Ohhhh…”

“When I finally let you release, you’ll be so blown apart that you won’t be able to move. You won’t even be able to thank me.”

Beccs tried to answer Lucy’s smirk with an unimpressed glare, but it wasn’t practical to glare at the woman effortlessly hitting all of her highest notes, all of the places she most needed hit, as if Lucy could see right into her mind, as if Lucy held the reins of her imagination.

“Oh, please—Lucia—please let me—”

Lucy laughed. “But we’re just getting started.” Then she shifted up, away, leaving Beccs humping at air. “Later, pet. If I’m feeling merciful. But we have so much to do before then.” She descended on Beccs’s nipples, all teeth and tongue and pinching fingers, and Beccs squeezed her legs together, desperate for stimulation, desperate to not disappoint Lucy.

Hours passed. Weeks. Years of Lucy tantalizing, torturing, giving her more pain than she’d ever wanted, but leaving her wanting more. Giving her more sensation, more brightness, more ache. Every contortion two bodies could manage, they did. Lucy drew out every sound Beccs could make in the throes of passion, sex, joy, desire, suffering.

It was endless, and it passed far too quickly. When Beccs’s voice was ragged with begging and her body was rigid with the strain of not being allowed to come, Lucy climbed on top of her again. Beccs was a wreck of twitching muscles and bruises and lips kissed raw, but Lucy was a goddess above her, skin flushed, teeth white, light brown eyes somehow guileless even though Lucy was never guileless.

“Are you ready, pet?” She sounded like honey, the timbre of her voice gone deep and viscous.

Beccs lifted her chin, the only movement she had energy for. “What if I can’t do it?”

Lucy leaned down, kissed her gently, mindful of bruised lips. “You will discover that you can. Trust me.”

Yes. Yes. I trust you. Please. She didn’t know how much she managed to say aloud, but a heartbeat later Lucy had rolled her until Beccs was on top. It was as if she’d been freed from a cage she’d been locked in for years. She was wild, ferocious, taking everything out of Lucy’s body that she could, hands everywhere, dealing out every sensation she could, watching Lucy’s face to see the flashes of pain and pleasure there.

So gratifying, to finally be free. So intense, so transcendent. She made Lucy come once, twice, three times, with her hands, her lips, the rasp of her fingernails on sensitive skin. Only when she could barely keep herself up did she lower her body until they lined up.

“Do it, clever Rebecca.” Lucy’s voice, sounding unfairly at ease. “Do it.”

Yes. Beccs knew it wouldn’t take long now. She’d been on a wire all night (or was it all week?). This was what she’d been waiting for, and now it was here. Now she could fuck Lucy until she had nothing left in her.

Now she could feel what she’d been waiting for all these years, all these wasted years of holding back.

She spread her legs, pressed her lips to Lucy’s, and—

* * *

Woke up.

Beccs was covered in sweat and her clit was throbbing, her vagina flooded with fluids, her nipples aching with phantom soreness.

Beside her the blankets shifted. Adam’s head picked up. “You okay? You were kind of…thrashing.”

Oh my god. No. I did not just— No.

Except she could still feel Lucy’s weight on top of her. She was blushing, though the light was probably too low for him to tell.

“I’m—okay. Oh my god. Ads. I just—”

He sat up. “You just what?”

She shook her head, then buried it in his thigh. “Oh my god, I can’t believe this. I just had a sex dream. About Lucy.”

His laughter eerily echoed her dream-Lucy’s, all encompassing and delighted. “You did not. Tell me everything! Right now! I want to have your you-and-Lucy sex dream!”

“You really do. Sorry you weren’t in it, you really would have, um, enjoyed yourself.”

He slid down, pulling her face to his. “Everything, Beccs. Tell me everything. Is it wrong if I want to jack off while you’re talking? Because for real, you and Lucy is hot, especially when she spends all her time trying to get into your pants and you keep denying her.”

“In my dream I didn’t deny her.”

“Well, yeah. Dream-Lucy’s probably not as terrifying as real-Lucy.” He adopted the closest he could get to a leer. “I mean, unless she is.”

“She was—” Beccs closed her eyes. “Oh god, how can I look at her tomorrow? Why did this have to happen at the beach house? Normally I don’t have to, like, eat all my meals with her.”

“And she’s gonna be all over you. This is so hot right now. Wait, did you come? In your dream, I mean.”

She pulled his hand to herself so he could fell how wet she was. How ready. Ads groaned and shifted closer.

“Please let me get you off while you tell me about your dream. Pregnancy’s supposed to be weird for dreaming, right? Maybe this was a pregnancy sex dream! I mean, unless Lucy always shows up in your sex dreams.”

“No. Never. I mean, not that I haven’t thought about it, but I’ve never…dreamed about her.”

“So hot.” His fingers slipped inside her and she hooked him in closer with one of her legs.

“I can’t believe this.” She hid her face again, this time against his neck. “Oh god. It was so fucking hot, Ads. Like mind blowing hot.”

“I bet.” He crooked his fingers. “Tell me, Beccs. Please tell me.”

She reached for him, skimming fingers over the head of his dick, listening to his breath catch. “Don’t come until the end.”

“Ohhh, fuck. Unfair. So unfair. Start talking.”

Beccs started talking, working both of them up to a crescendo, and they knew each other’s bodies well enough to time it just right, kissing as they came, both of them shaking and shattered after.

“Your sex dream makes my sex dreams look boring,” he finally said, still a little breathless.

“It’s not like it’s common my brain gives me Lucy porn in my sleep.”

“God, but that’d be super cool if it did.” He curled into her. “That was hot. I hope everyone’s asleep or we just gave Jase an auditory show.”

“Not hot, Ads.”

He laughed.

They cuddled and eventually fell asleep.

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