A Certain Intimacy

by Blythe Stone

  “Well, now we have each other’s numbers so we can be super dorky and text each other to find these things out. You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into. I’m going to send you so many heart eyes emojis,” Iris joked. She pulled Nat into her body so she could hug her again and give her a soft kiss.

  “You are killing me,” Nat sighed. Iris was sexy and beautiful and Nat could never trust when a person was this fucking nice.

  “Good. You deserve a good death,” Iris teased.

  She ran her hand through Nat’s damp hair and kissed both of her cheeks before snuggling her face into the crook of Nat’s neck. “You’re killing me too so we’ll be ghosts together.” The words were muffled by Nat’s skin and the sound waves caused vibrations against her neck.

  All the hairs on Nat’s body stood up. She wasn’t usually this responsive to other people. She ran her hands up Iris’s back and cradled her. “Can I please keep you,” Nat whispered. She ran her hand up to the back of Iris’s neck and held her there.

  “As long as you take me out and play with me from time to time,” Iris said. She kissed Nat’s neck and then bit her skin where she had kissed. It wasn’t hard, just enough for Nat to feel her teeth pull at the skin. She could eat Nat up forever, given an opportunity.

  “Huh-” Nat huffed, insanely attracted all at once. “Babe…”

  “Yes?” Iris bit her again and then kissed where she had bit, reversing her order from last time. A wicked smile erupted on her face as she hummed into Nat’s neck.

  “Huh!” A carnal need struck Nat, to get even, to retaliate.

  Iris’s mind was somewhere else. “I’ve been thinking about tasting you all day. Even when we were in the middle of scenes and I’d see you with that serious face that’s so cute. It was the best torture.”

  “Shit,” Nat let out. She had no idea that Iris had been thinking about that. It was sexy.

  “I can’t help it,” Iris explained. “I only got a little of you last night and you’re so good at acting. I almost didn’t make it through without messing up my lines every time I had to speak. Then, I got to watch you with Michael and you were the only one in that scene to me. I kept thinking about what I’d do if you were alone with me.”

  Nat swallowed needily. “What would you do,” she asked, needing her. To say she was turned on would be a complete understatement.

  “You know that table in the interrogation room set?” Iris waited till Nat nodded and then continued. “I’d strip you down slowly and run my fingers over your whole body lightly. I want to watch your face when I touch you. They gave me handcuffs for my costume. I’d put them on you and make you lay on the table while I tease you with my tongue all around your sex. Once you cum from that I’d eat you alive and be inside of you until you cum again.”

  She put her hand on the other side of Nat’s neck and scratched her with blunt nails. She didn’t do it hard enough to even leave a trail.

  Nat’s entire body was alive. She slipped her hand inside Iris’s pants at the back, groping her naked ass. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to fuck someone this badly,” Nat confessed. Her hand groped at the asscheck she clasped. She knew if she teased it just right Iris would feel it deep down in her sex and respond.

  “Mmm,” Iris sucked in a breath. “I’m definitely fucking you first though.”

  “I'm not gonna argue,” Nat laughed.

  “How long till your car is here? Should I keep teasing you till we get there or should I take you back to the couch?”

  She leaned back and gazed love-sick into Nat’s gold-brown eyes.

  Nat used her free hand to rub Iris's neck. “If you don't stop this I'm gonna have to take care of you,” Nat flirted. Her resolve had cracked. With one flash of her eyes she'd decided to become the hunter and steal her prey. The lips and mouth was right there, she dove forward and pulled Iris in to stay.

  A rush happened inside of Nat as she began to kiss Iris desperately. Heavy breathing and wanting all took her quick.

  The force was enough, Iris backed into the counter and tangled her hands in Nat’s hair, kissing her back just as hard. She felt Nat’s hands slide under her shirt and she smiled into her lips. She couldn’t stop it, she was so turned on by Nat’s aggression.

  Nat trapped Iris, lifting her up by her thighs to get her to sit up on the countertop. She liked having Iris above her. Her lips were sexy and Nat was having fun biting and sucking on them, draining them quick, taking the blood away.

  “I like you like this,” Iris panted between kisses.

  She moved her hands down to Nat’s shoulders and picked at the pink shirt with two fingers.

  “And I like you in my clothes,” she whispered, putting her face close to Nat’s ear.

  Nat's phone buzzed as the shockwaves of attraction shot down through every inch of her. A loud huff of air escaped her, it was like they were already fucking eventhough they'd hardly even touched. Iris's words, the sexy way that she said them, they carried much power.

  “Fuck,” Nat bit out, not wanting to stop or check her phone.

  “Go on,” Iris urged. She reached around and took Nat’s phone out of the pocket she’d stored it in and handed it to her. She watched Nat while she took the phone and checked it.

  “Yeah? Be right out,” Nat panted. “Car's here,” she said, way too worked up to want to go anywhere. She dropped the phone down onto the counter and tugged Iris close by her neck. Her only option was to hungrily make out with Iris’s skin. Her free hand pushed up Iris's thigh from her knee. There was suddenly no time to spare.

  “Are you going to take me right here before we even leave?” Iris asked.

  Nat bit at her skin, lightly tugging on it as she leaned back. Her pupils were larger than normal and she was obviously panting from not being able to breathe.

  “We can go,” she said, unsure of what Iris wanted. She squeezed Iris's thighs with both of her hands and helped her down to stand again, grabbing her phone and Iris in her hands hanging low at her ass.

  “Do we have to?” Iris frowned and sighed. “I guess it’s rude to keep him waiting for us but still,” she complained.

  “Come on,” Nat said, being the grown up one.

  She slipped her hand into Iris's and tugged her outside, waiting for her to lock her trailer before taking her over to the car and helping her in.

  Nat's blood was boiling. She needed to calm down. When they got in the car she pulled some whiskey out of a side compartment and started to drink it.

  “You okay?” Iris asked. She slid in close and looked up at the driver to make sure he wasn’t looking back. Sneaky, Iris slipped her hand onto Nat’s thigh. She began rubbing circles of increasing sizes until her hand was between Nat’s legs and she was grazing her center with two fingers through the thin yoga pants.

  Nat’s body shuddered as she lowered the bottle and looked over at her. It was hot. Iris was really really hot. This was insane. How did they even get here?

  “I just wanted to check,” Iris said, leaning toward the side of Nat’s body to block what she was doing in case the driver looked at them. She moved her hand up and pulled the waistband of the yoga pants back until she could slip her hand inside. In one smooth motion she pushed Nat’s underwear aside and rubbed her sex, fingers slipping through wetness to find her clit. “Because you seemed distracted.” Iris’s evil smile and bright eyes showed her intentions.

  Nat panted, eyes widening as her eyebrows raised. The hand with the liquor bottle nearly rocketed down to the seat since she needed to brace herself. Whiskey splashed onto her hand but her eyes were locked on Iris’s. Any lower and she’d probably cum from just looking. Iris’s breasts were fucking bomb.

  Iris stopped what she was doing with her hand and pulled it out of Nat’s pants so she could take the hand with the whiskey on it and lick and suck the liquid away. She took the bottle from Nat and took a sip and then leaned in to kiss Natalie. The whiskey transferred to Nat’s mouth before she put the bottle back where
it had come from and slid her hand back inside Nat’s pants to play more.

  Nat gasped, more turned on than she’d probably ever been. “You’re so hot,” she whined.

  “For you,” Iris whispered.

  Nat wanted her tongue again.

  She watched Nat’s expressions change as she toyed with her opening and slipped two fingers inside of her. Fucking her slowly, she rubbed her clit with the pad of her thumb. “Told you I’d get you first.” Iris said, nonchallant while she was fucking her.

  Nat was instantly lost in it, her eyes rolled back and she knew she’d cum quick and hard, Iris’s pressure was just perfect, her delivery insane.

  “No baby, not yet,” Iris whispered. Her fingers stilled inside Nat and she kissed her again, pressing Nat’s head back into the seat. She moved and curled her fingers every few seconds to keep her on the hook. Not enough for her to cum, she drew out the kiss.

  Iris wanted to feel every move Nat made, more than she needed to see her eyes. The way she was responding was a wonder and Iris wanted to study her and feel it with her. Her own sex was wet and her body was responding just like she was touching herself. She knew she’d cum with Nat. The thought made her smile. She liked it when she could make someone hers. Nat was the only one she’d ever wanted like this.

  “Okay,” Iris said, she sped up her fingers and grinned, moving to kiss and suck at Nat’s neck. “I’m gonna cum with you,” she whispered.

  The words was all it took. An announcement to cum by.

  Iris heard the beginning of the sound Nat was about to make and she kissed her to muffle it. She felt the result of the stunted verbal attempt in her own mouth and she came too, shuddering right beside Nat and closing her eyes tight when she felt it too much. It was the most sexy thing, the way Nat felt. She knew as soon as they had kissed the first time that she would be special.

  She pulled back and tried to breathe, her eyes opening to see Nat looking at her, dazed and limp against the car seat. She took her hand out of Nat’s pants and slipped the fingers that had been touching the wetness into her mouth to suck the remnants off of her skin.

  Nat leaned forward and took Iris’s wrist in her hand, tugging it down, she pulled her in against her to kiss her some more, not ready to let her be.

  Iris knew the driver wasn’t an idiot. She didn’t care if he knew what they were doing back here and she didn’t want to stop. She just needed a little break to breathe. They were so intense together and she’d never found someone who could meet her on that level. It pushed her even farther.

  “The things you make me do by just existing in the same space as me,” Iris said, low and sweet, giving Nat a smile.

  “Where the hell did you come from,” Nat asked, at a loss for more words. This girl was either her death-wish or her miracle and right now her brain couldn’t function so she’d have to just let that thought go. Iris’s sweet skin, the gentle dewy smell of it, that intoxicated Natalie even more than everything else.

  “Nashville,” Iris answered, smiling. “Did you forget already?” Now she was able to tease.

  Nat laughed, still breathless. She crawled onto Iris, draping her arms around her shoulders and hugging her.

  “You’re so cute. I don’t know whether to fuck you or hug you when you look like that,” Iris said.

  She cuddled into Nat and enjoyed the heat they had produced.

  “I guess since I just did the first one I’ll hug you now,” she murmured.

  “I'm not sure you're gonna get to sleep tonight,” Nat said.

  “I don’t need sleep. I never get much anyway. I want to see what you have planned."

  “You. Naked and sweating- on top of my sheets,” Nat explained.

  “You promise?” Iris asked. “I still want to taste you again though. I’m not done.”

  “We’ll see,” Nat said. “I think I'm dehydrated. I've had a headache all day.”

  “That’s not good,” Iris said. She frowned and leaned back to reach for a bottle of water near the liquor. “Here,” she opened the water and handed it to Nat. “I’ve got ibuprofen in my bag.” She reached down and pulled her purse up next to her and rifled through it till she found the pill bottle and offered it to Nat.

  Nat just held the water and stared. She didn't want to drink. She liked the way Iris and whiskey tasted inside of her today.

  “Thanks,” she said, resting the bottle down in her hand near her thigh.

  “Sure,” Iris said, watching her. “Did I break you?” She asked, after a moment.

  “No,” Nat smiled. She might've fixed her, if anything. “You got me broken.”

  “Oh, I’ve got glue in my purse too,” she joked and kissed Nat’s cheek.

  Nat pet her and breathed, surfing through the aftermath like a large boat would out on a rough sea.

  The car stopped in front of Nat’s place and they got out. Iris made sure Nat took two of the pills before they did. She didn’t want to hover but she did want Nat to take care of herself so she made sure to grab the water bottle from the car when Nat left it on the seat.

  They took the elevator up, cuddling in the corner and speaking softly, mostly it was Iris telling her little sweet things like how good she smelled. She felt like she was overflowing and that was naturally going to come out and saturate them both in the expressions of her affection.

  When they got to the door Iris waited for Nat to open it and followed her in. It was the same as they had left it. She looked harder this time, trying to catch anything personal of Nat’s in the room. She wanted to know everything about her. To Iris, she was the mysterious one.

  Nat leaned her back up against the wall just to watch her. For a second she had a thought and it filled her inside. When did I stop trying, Nat wondered. She had this dream girl in her place and she never realized before that after Olivia she must’ve stopped.

  “Can I take you down to dinner,” Nat asked, throat tight now with the sappy emotions she was beginning to feel.

  “Of course,” Iris answered. She turned away from the hoodie she’d found laying on the couch and started to touch. “We can do whatever you want. I don’t figure you’ve eaten either.”

  “Half a sandwich around one,” Nat remembered. It was well past eight now. “Just- lemme change okay?”

  Nat wanted to date her. Not just fuck her. She wanted to date her.

  “Sure,” Iris said. She fiddled with the string on the hoodie and smiled. “You should keep those,” she told her.

  Nat blushed and held her stomach. “Just, hold that thought,” Nat said. She walked into the other room to quickly rinse her body and then change.

  Iris wandered the living room, checking out the things Nat had laying around. A few books, some make up, and lots of clothes. There were a few framed photos that she picked up and looked at.

  There was one with Nat and two girls. She wondered if this was the infamous Olivia. A pang of jealousy growled in her stomach and she sighed, putting the photo down and walking away. She didn’t need that reminder. She felt that her grip was tenuous and she wasn’t sure what Nat wanted with her but she wouldn’t dwell. They were together right now and that was worth focusing on.

  After what happened in the car she was feeling very possessive. It happened more often than she liked. She knew she couldn’t own someone. That was ridiculous and wrong but she liked to know that part of her was with Nat even when she wasn’t around. She wondered how often Nat had thought of her after her scenes were done and she returned to the trailer to wait.

  It took her deep into a fantasy of being able to do whatever they wanted all day. Nat came back soon and Iris refocused on the time they had before the sun came up.

  Nat had put on a dress and tied her hair up, fixed her makeup and put some earrings and heels on. There was still the tired way about her but she'd gotten energy from somewhere and when she walked over to Iris she was obviously happy and ready to be with her again.

  “Damn,” Iris whispered. “You look really hot.�
�� She looked down at her own clothes.“I should have thought to bring something else to wear.”

  “Oh baby, no. You look great,” Nat said, rubbing Iris's lower back beneath her shirt. “It's just the restaurant next door. They're super casual. I just didn't wanna be… You know.. Wet,” she reminded, waving her hand in front of her sex.

  Iris smiled and leaned into Nat, kissing her and then drawing back again. “I know what you mean.” She linked her hand with Nat’s and shrugged. “Guess that’s my fault,” she said, but then her smile turned into more of a smirk as she remembered the car ride.

  “Well yeah, it certainly wasn't mine,” Nat teased. Her hands were generous, feeling the smooth skin of Iris's back and her stomach and sides.

  Nat sat against the arm of the couch and pulled Iris to stand closer, between her legs.

  “You were beautiful and sad. I can’t resist that. Even if it’s just for a little while, I like to make you forget things and show you how you make me feel,” Iris said.

  “What was that book you were reading,” Natalie wondered. Sometimes Olivia got like that when she was reading something steamy. Nat thought of Avery and how dreamy she got sometimes when the two of them would be talking and occasionally watching Olivia read. It was a shared knowledge. A certain intimacy. Open smiles and holding their breath.

  “It’s called Delta of Venus by Anais Nin. It’s a comfort read. I like to keep a copy close,” Iris said.

  “What's it about?” Nat wondered. Nat read a lot but she liked scripts and poetry. Old hollywood films, published diaries, new proposals, things like that. Most of the books she read were given to her by Olivia or Avery. But the occasional biography found its way to sneak in.

  “It’s three different stories about three different women. They’re all a little different. My favorite one is about a woman who chooses people from this restaurant in Paris to have secret trysts with.”

  Nat laughed, staring up at Iris lovingly. “Of course,” she nodded. Only sweet girls like dirty things. “Is it really okay if we go eat? I know we were hot and heavy there for a second.”

  “I think that’s the rule, you’re right,” Iris shook her head and smiled. “Of course, I fell asleep before I could eat anything.”