Allydia, Wanna Bet
“You can’t out-seduce a succubus,” Allison giggles, words spilling from her lips like the waves of fine, strawberry blonde hair splayed across her chest.
Lydia turns her head, warm and solid between Allison’s ribs, and looks up at her with warm, olive eyes and a perfect arched brow. “Wanna bet?”
Allison chuckles. She runs a hand over Lydia’s stomach, a slow, sweeping caress, fingers lingering under her navel and tracing circles. “And how, exactly, would you go about proving this?” she asks.
Lydia purses her lips. “It’s Beacon Hills,” she replies. “One shouldn’t be too hard to find.”
Allison shakes her head, ghost of a smile on her lips. “You shouldn’t go looking for trouble,” she warns.
Lydia turns over, angles her body so Allison’s hand settles on the swell of her naked hip. “Now, Ally,” Lydia teases. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were afraid you might lose.”
Allison trails her hand up Lydia’s side to run through her hair, brushing the messy tendrils back from the strong line of her jaw. “I’m just worried what it’ll do to this town to have two devastatingly beautiful women running around is all.”
Lydia smirks, sexy and slow. “Then we must already be in trouble,” she says. She glides forward, lifting her head from Allison’s chest and pivoting her legs so they’re laying side to side, toes brushing the strong muscles of Allison’s calves.
“I suppose, if I’m really going to prove my hypothesis correct,” Lydia continues. “I’ll have to conduct a few experiments.”
She presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss against the corner of Allison’s jaw, and Allison shivers.
“Does that go for when we find this hypothetical succubus, too?”
Lydia grins. “As long as you don’t mind having a lab partner.”
The image jumps, unbidden, to Allison’s mind.
A third set of limbs tangled in bedsheets and limbs Heat on either side of her body, pressing, rubbing, panting.
“If it’s for science,” Allison agrees, breathy and hitched, as Lydia trails her mouth lower, down the column of Allison’s neck, across the jut of her clavicles. Lower, to the sensitive, hardening buds of her nipples.
“Of course,” Lydia muses, suddenly serious, and Allison nearly whines as the warmth of her mouth is replaced by the painful chill of saliva cooling against heated flesh. “If we did want to conduct an experiment with actual scientific merit, we’d have to create a set of controls, figure out how to take readings that aren’t purely anecdotal. Maybe if we had electrodes–.”
“Or we could just have sex,” Allison interjects, bordering on desperate as she throbs between her thighs.
On a dime, Lydia’s focus shift. Her brain doesn’t shut off. In all the years Allison’s known her, it never has. Instead, the full weight of Lydia’s beautiful, powerful, unstoppable mind falls on her, and Allison feels the electricity thunder under her skin even before two of Lydia’s fingers dip between her legs.
“So, I’m doing an adequate job seducing you?” Lydia asks.
Allion doesn’t respond, and Lydia retaliates by withdrawing her fingers from inside Allison’s slick, wet heat.
Allison whines and Lydia chuckles. “Ally?” she prompts.
“Yes,” Allison gasps, the fire between her thighs running up her body and settling at the base of her skull, turning her brain to cotton and fuzz.
“Yes, what?” Lydia asks. She teases her fingers against Allison’s lips, and Allison whines.
“Yes, you could out-seduce a succubus.”
Lydia grins. It’s so smug and self-satisfied, a stab of arousal rocks Allison to her core, and her hips thrust down against Lydia’s fingers of their own accord.
“Good,” Lydia says, thumb flicking against Allison’s clit, pulling a gasp from her lips. She leans in and traces her mouth against the shell of Allison’s ear, breath ghosting and hot. Straddling one of Allison’s thighs, Lydia rocks her hips, and Allison feels the slick against her skin, hears it as she moves.
“You know how wet it makes me when I’m right.”