so much for discipline
Dani’s never exactly prided herself on her self-control, but she at least used to think she was capable of it. She limits her sugar intake, watches how much coffee she drinks. Three or so times a week, she gets up early and goes for a jog around their neighborhood even though she hates running more than anything in the world.
And it certainly isn’t like she’s never seen Jamie wear a dress before—she’s been known to do so on occasion—and she’s lovely in anything, of course—Dani’s not blind —but there’s something to the way the green fabric drifts around her knees, the sunlight coming in through the windows of the shop and highlighting her brown curls, making her look almost angelic.
Dani’s having a little trouble breathing, if she’s being honest. And it’s silly because it’s in the middle of their business hours, on a boring Tuesday, and her mind is in a decidedly dirty place given the circumstances. And, sure, she’s been given to a wayward thought here or there when she’s just minding her own business and her mind begins to wander, but this is something else entirely.
Because all she can think about right now is all the surfaces she wants to pin Jamie against—the counter, the shelves, the wall, the floor—so she can ruck that dress up and—
Last night, Jamie kissed her, open-mouthed and lazy, against the counter in their kitchen and started pulling Dani’s clothes off before they even made it to the bedroom. Dani had become too enthralled with the lines around Jamie’s lips and she’d pressed her to the floor, pulled her jeans down, and had her right there.
Self-control. That’s the key. Discipline.
They have an apartment together. There’s only four more hours left until the shop closes and then they can go back to it and Dani can have her way with her girlfriend to her heart’s content, just like she has for the last eleven months they’ve been together.
That’s the proper thing to do. Obviously. Neither of them has necessarily been against trying new things, but they’ve always kept their activities to their home, or hotel rooms, or the car that one time. It’s not as if they can just—
“I was gonna run to the cafe down the street and grab some tea,” Jamie says, pulling Dani from her thoughts. “Do you want anything, baby?”
There’s something about the timbre of her voice that hits Dani in the chest, warming its way down her stomach and making her shiver. The dress sways around her knees, black stockings covering up the pale, soft skin of Jamie’s legs. It’s a cute thing, tapered at the waist and the slight roundness of Jamie’s hips makes Dani feel starving. The rich tone of the words is achingly comfortable. A million memories of the things it’s said play over in Dani’s mind. All those quiet you’re-so-beautiful ’s. Those breathy gasps, groans, words husked filthily into her ear as those clever fingers work between her legs.
She has to catch the counter with her hand to keep her trembling self upright.
“Dani?” Jamie prods kindly.
Dani looks up at her, green dress and curly, brown hair and gorgeous . She bites her lip to keep from making an embarrassing noise at the sight of her.
“Yeah, I do,” she says, and Jamie tilts her head curiously. “Come here.”
Jamie’s eyes widen. “What are you—” she begins, but then Dani turns on her heel and starts towards the back office before she can finish, calling back a, “Lock the doors and hurry, or I’ll start without you.”
The next thing she hears is the clatter of footsteps and the heavy lock being put into place.
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“Poppins, what are you... Fuck .”
“What do you think I’m doing?”
A gasp.
“I...I think...Holy shit, are you—”
“Yes, Jamie. Now hush.”
“Yes, Ma’am. Fuck .”
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Dani hadn’t exactly pictured herself spending her afternoon on her knees in front of her girlfriend when she woke up that morning. No, it had seemed like a perfectly ordinary day until she caught sight of Jamie’s chosen wardrobe. But it’s a welcome surprise.
“ Fuck ,” Jamie whispers, back arching as she lifts her torso away from the back of the office door. Her hands are resting on the top of Dani’s head, hips trying their hardest not to buck forward, as she mewls and pants. “You’re so fucking...That’s perfect...y-yes.”
Dani’s mouth is little too preoccupied to do anything but hum, but that seems more than good enough anyway because it makes Jamie squirm again.
This is completely unprofessional. They shouldn’t be having sex in their shop of all places. Dani knows this. But she also knows that the taboo aspect of it is probably why it’s so hot. And it isn’t as if she’s never thought about it. She’s certainly imagined bending Jamie over the counter and fucking her silly before.
It certainly isn’t the kind of thing the old, pre-Jamie her might have done, but she’s different now. More adventurous. Hungrier . Now she can hardly keep her hands off Jamie on a normal day, let alone on a day when she insists on wearing a skirt.
A skirt which is currently draped around Dani’s head, hiding her from view. But she doesn’t need to see Jamie to know how she looks.
Dani parts Jamie with her fingers and dips her tongue lowering, in and out and in again, sucking a little and then moving back up. She brings her hand up and slips two fingers in, making Jamie gasp and groan out her name again.
Her jaw is starting to ache a little, but it’s so worth it to feel Jamie shake against her like this. There’s nothing she loves more than making Jamie beg for it.
Jamie’s fingers fist into both the material of her own dress and Dani’s hair, which lies beneath it, so hard it almost hurts. Dani moans at the sensation and then Jamie comes, gasping out an,” Oh, God, Dani...Jesus.”
Dani waits a moment and then pulls away, lifting the dress up so she can see again. Jamie is trembling like a leaf when she helps Dani to her feet and she licks and kisses Dani’s chin and lips clean, which only makes the heat between Dani’s own legs all the worse.
“Good?” she asks once she pulls away, brushing some of Jamie’s hair out of her face.
Jamie hums, ducks her head down to kiss Dani’s neck. “Better than,” she says, pressing another kiss. “You’re fantastic at that, you know.”
“Stroke my ego, why don’t you?” Dani asks, laughing.
“Amongst other things.”
Jamie’s hand slips down and undoes the button of Dani’s trousers before slipping in and between her legs, fingers playing idly there.
Dani sighs, pressing her forehead into her girlfriend’s. “We’re going to have to open again soon,” she laments, and Jamie nods, slipping her fingers lower and lower.
“Yeah,” she agrees. “But not quite yet.”
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