Closed Post: The Three-Date Rule

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Maybe it's some kind of character growth, or something, that Janet can admit to herself she's a little bit nervous. It's embarrassing, but it would be stupid to pretend otherwise. It's also bizarre, because she hasn't been nervous about a date since she was a first year at Brakebills and Sebastien from the five-zillion-generations-of-magic family asked her out. (He turned out to be a dick. Quelle surprise.)

Anyway. The point is, she's kind of nervous, because Susan is meeting her here in T-minus not that many minutes, and this is undeniably date number three, and Janet's not supposed to give a shit about how it goes, but she can also admit to herself that she really wants it to go well. She blow-dried her hair, for Christ's sake. That was the first blow-dryer she'd seen in years, but apparently the mansion could tell she needed one. She's still in jeans, but they're nice ones, dark wash and everything. Her blouse is wine-red and off the shoulder. Basically, she's taken the whole date night thing to heart.

She's in one of the nicer lounges, one with some atmospheric exposed brick and expensive-looking furniture. There's a bottle of what she's about ninety-seven percent sure is real Fillorian wine on the table in front of her, along with two clean and empty wineglasses. There are no words on the label of the bottle, but there is a sigil of two rams' heads, which makes her irritable and nostalgic at the exact same time. Her legs are crossed, ladylike as hell, and her boots are freshly polished.

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Janet shivers, her breath catching again, and for that moment she's quiet, hanging onto Susan by her shoulders and remembering to let herself actually enjoy this. A second later, she's rising up, hopping back to her feet to stand on the bedroom floor in front of Susan and pin her with an intent look, hands on her hips. "Okay, show me how the rest of this pinup girl lingerie comes off."

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"Would you like me to tell you, or would you like to try and master it yourself?" Susan asks, taking advantage of Janet's distance to shrug off the rest of her dress and cast it in the direction of all their other clothes - she thinks both approaches could be rather fun.

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Janet narrows her eyes and turns the question over in her mind exactly once. She smirks. "This time, you tell me. Next time, you make sure I was paying attention."

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"There's several things you can do." Susan rises up, pulling Janet into a fierce kiss, during which she takes hold of Janet's hand and guides it to the small of her back. "The latch here undoes the entire belt," she says, punctuating her words with kisses along Janet's jaw again - this time, the other side of it. "That undoes the whole affair, except for my pants." Then she moves Janet's hand to the suspenders, so she can feel the attaching mechanism there. "This releases the stockings alone. I like it when the suspenders are snapped against my thighs." Thanks for that discovery, Liu Mingyan! Perhaps she ought to tell Janet she can just remove her underwear, if she likes, by briefly unhooking and then re-attaching the suspenders? No, she shan't - she shall just show up one day with the garter belt and stockings on, and no underwear on at all.

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"You like it when the--" Janet laughs, a low sound, surprising herself with it. She flexes her fingers against Susan's skin, which is so warm. "Okay, we're going to have to do this more than once," she says. "There's too much ground to cover, and you know as well as I do that rushing things is a recipe for disaster. I'm penciling you in for a fourth date already." With that, she slides her hand to that latch Susan showed her, the one that undoes the entire belt, and -- just to show off -- flickers her fingers in another tiny spell, one to make it fall open just as the knot on her dress did.

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"I do enjoy having a full social calendar," Susan says, shivering a little as the belt loosens and falls partway down her legs, drawing the tops of her suspenders with it. She curves a hand over Janet's cheek and leans in for a kiss that edges into a sweeter thing than she usually goes for with Janet.

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Janet sinks into that kiss, and she even lets it be slow and sweet, her mouth moving carefully against Susan's. You could almost call it chaste, except her hands fall to Susan's thighs, fingers spread, and then she curls her hands and pricks Susan's skin with just the tips of her nails, still kissing her.

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There's the quietest little catch of air in Susan's throat at the sound, and she pushes her hand back until she's cradling Janet's head with it, fingers spread, pushing through her hair. She deepens the kiss then, running her other hand down the warm skin of Janet's back, feeling the little creases slowly fading where her bra band dug into her back and the dip of her waist; she stops at the curve of Janet's ass and the brush of her lace underwear, and tucks her fingertips just under the waistband.

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This sound might technically qualify as another laugh, but it's low, and it's muffled into Susan's mouth. Janet steps forward, still standing but pressing right up between Susan's legs at the edge of the bed, and pushes the kiss into something deeper, more open. She grips Susan's thighs tighter, deliberate.

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Susan lifts one leg, carefully, and hooks it around the back of Janet's. She's still in her stockings - they've only been dragged down a little ways - and she runs the textured edge against the back of Janet's shins.

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A delicate, precise little shudder goes all the way through Janet. She flexes her fingers against Susan's skin again, then walks the fingertips of one hand lightly up the inside of her thigh, deliberate but without hesitation.

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Susan's eyelashes flutter. She leans into Janet's touch for a brief, delirious moment, and then - even though it separates them for a moment - sinks back down onto the edge of the bed, careful to keep her legs over the edge of it so that Janet can work the stockings off of them, if she likes.

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That's an easy invitation to accept. Janet's hands linger where they are for a second, but then she's sliding Susan's stockings off her legs, efficient but not hurried about it. Too slow, and she'd feel like she was in a cheap porn; too fast, and she wouldn't even get the chance to appreciate the moment as she has to crouch to finish pulling each one off. She grins up at Susan. "Okay, I see the appeal."

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Susan sees no reason to be precious about her own beauty. "They're fantastic, aren't they?" she asks, reaching up toward Janet, wanting to draw her to her.

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God. Janet really likes Susan. If this whatever-it-is goes up in flames half as humiliating as the last one, she's becoming a fucking nun. She goes at Susan's prompting, fitting herself back between Susan's legs and slipping a hand back into the hair at the base of her skull to kiss her, this one intent and purposeful from the first touch of her mouth to Susan's.

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Susan leans up and into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Janet's back and using the leverage to pull herself up, or pull Janet down - one or the other happens, and so she doesn't need to worry about the particulars. She can feel Janet's nipples brush against her skin, the grip of her fingers at her skull, and the intensity of her mouth against her own. She curls her fingers over Janet's shoulder from behind, and squeezes.

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Obviously Janet goes with that, too, urging Susan back a little farther onto the bed so that Janet can swing a leg over her to straddle her thigh, her knee tucking up between Susan's legs. So situated, she sinks back into the kiss and slinks a hand between their bodies to test the heft of one of Susan's breasts, thumb brushing her nipple.

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"You can pinch, if you like," Susan says, the words mashed against Janet's mouth; she loosens one arm from where she's been clutching Janet's neck and runs it firmly down her back, first down her spine and then up her side again, feeling the curve of her hips and her waist.

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Janet grins a little into Susan's mouth. "I like," she says, and then does, in fact, pinch Susan's nipple hard between thumb and forefinger, going still to wait for whatever reaction she earns for it.

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Susan, like Janet, doesn't tend to make a lot of noise in intimate situations. Her lips part, though, in a silent cry that's quickly extinguished as she digs her teeth into her lower lip. Her eyelashes flutter; she clenches her hands at Janet's back, scrabbling for purchase.

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That's all the encouragement Janet needs. With some rising urgency, she nudges Susan back down such that Janet can stretch out over her and duck her head to replace her fingers with her mouth and with a deliberate scrape of teeth.

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Susan moves a hand to the back of Janet's head, smoothing her hair down and then tangling her fingers in it; when she feels the scrape of Janet's teeth, her fingers flex. She props the leg Janet isn't straddling up, crooking her knee with her heel wedged against the bed, letting it press against Janet's side.

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Janet drags in a quick, harsh breath at the tug of Susan's fingers in her hair. She repeats that scrape of teeth, careful but ungentle with it. At the urging of Susan's leg on her side, she presses up with the leg between Susan's thighs, an invitation to use her for friction if Susan wants it.

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Oh, Susan wants. She grinds against Janet's thigh, tugging at her hair again. It's a gentle tug - she's gathering information, getting a sense of preference.

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At that, Janet does actually find herself making a little sound, just some breathless encouragement that pushes out of her throat before she can stop herself. "You can go harder," she says with approximately half of a laugh, squeezing Susan's hip as she sucks a bruising bite into her breast.