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Morning after...(lock please)

((ooc this follows up The New Neighbor))

Meegan hailed a cab just outside her building and gave the driver a twenty to take her the six blocks to the studio. Dill curled up on the seat next to her, flatly ignoring his mistress. When the cab stopped moments later she crawled from the back seat, Dill getting out before she could open her mouth to speak to him. She gathered her bags and made it to the elevator, ignoring the receptionist. Once inside the carriage she slumped against the side.


When the doors dinged open she was filled with simple joy at the sight of Rachyl standing there with a cup of coffee in her favorite mug.


"Oh, God. I think I love you." She gave Rachyl a week smile and took the cup taking a greatful sip. Meegan gave dills leash to Rachyl and glanced at the dog, shaking with need to relieve himself. "Will you take him to the dog park? It's four blocks back toward my place, on the other side of the street."

Meegan handed his bag to Rachyl, then dug in her purse, she pulled out several bills and gave them to Rachyl. "Down the block from the park is a smoothie bar. Go in and ask for Dante. Tell him Meegan needs the Hangover Special. He'll know exactly what that means. Then get something for yourself." She gave Rachyl a quick peck on the cheek, before trudgeing toward her office.

Rachyl 19 years ago
Rachyl's hips writhed, thrusting against Meegan's hand inside her core. She felt her thumb circle her clit and the soft command the woman - her boss - gave her rang in her mind.

She leaned her head back, just enough to turn her face towards Meegan's, and kissed her.

The shock of her heated, soft lips against Rachyl's own was enough to catapult her into the throes of orgasm, and her arm came up, hand burying itself in Meegan's pinky-orange tresses, holding her firm. Her hips pushed pulsing pussy practically painfully against insistent fingers. She gasped into Meegan's mouth, a low squeal coming from her throat as climax's waves broke over her.
Meegan 19 years ago
Meegan grinned, and continued to move her fingers until, Rachyl's body relaxed back into the couch. She softened the kiss and sucked Rachyl's soft lower lip into her mouth. Letiing go, she pressed several kisses to the woman's lips, before curling up around her.

The two shifted, until they were both comfortably laying on the couch. Rachyl on her back and Meegan curled around her. Her knee resting just below Reachl's navel and her heel nestled in the hallow of her knee.


"Thank you, Rach. Thank you so very much."

She snuggled close, closed her eyes, and was almost immedietly asleep.
Rachyl 19 years ago
Meegan's scent grabbed cloyingly at her nose as the woman nearly snored on against her, breathing as deeply and sleeping as soundly as she was.

Rachyl rested her eyes, pulse still thready from her orgasm, sparkles still in her vision when she slipped into her own slumber, lulled by the warmth of the body next to her.

It had been so long since she'd shared a nap with someone...

She woke to the sound of scratching, and partially opened her eyes then squeezed them shut quickly, a beam of light stabbing through the windows, shades now partially raised. She felt warm again, but upon twisting her hands around to feel, realized it was just a blanket.

She moved her face out of the sunlight, opened her eyes, and scanned the room for Meegan. Sitting up, she began to fold the blanket, then saw her sitting at a drafting table against the windows. Meegan was highlighted by the sun streaming in over the table, her face vivid and glowing in creation and flush.

Rachyl stood and quietly placed the blanket on the edge of the couch, then ran her mostly-untacky right hand along the surface of the leather, making sure it was clean. She straightened her skirt, and tried to make sure everything was in order before pausing. She watched Meegan for a few moments, her hands darting with purpose across the angled table, picking up a ruler every now and again, or a protractor or triangle. Rachyl smiled, opened her mouth to thank Meegan, silently shut it, then softly turned towards the door.
Meegan 19 years ago
"Don't go." Meegan straightened and turned towards Rachyl. She looked stunning, mussed from sex and sleep. Her cheeks still pink with warmth from hre nap. Meegan was suddenly very happy, she had let her stomache decide on her cuisine last Friday...dear lord it had only been a week. She felt like she'd known Rachyl for a very very long time, not just a week.

"Come take a look. This is part of the process you need to learn about as well, since you'll be the one taking the sketches to be mounted, and you need to learn how to construct a pattern from a design sketch, but that will come later. Mostly I just want you to say."

Meegan bit her lip, and wondered not for the first time if this was such a good idea to be so intimate with her assistant. And again she decided she just didn't care.
Rachyl 19 years ago
Rachyl nodded silently, smiling, but also biting a corner of her lip.

Rachyl turned immediately from her path towards the door, and redirected herself to the drafting table. She glanced around quickly looking for another stool, but didn't see one, so she walked up and stood behind Meegan. As she leaned over the designer, the woman pointed out different items on the sketch. Rachyl had a brief impulse to give Meegan a massage, but realized her left hand was still covered with the other's dried fluids. She raised her right and softly stroked her fingers through Meegan's hair, listening intently.