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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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.

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So Susan does, with a sharp pull and a sharper exhale at the feeling of Janet's teeth on her, scratching the nails of her other hand across Janet's back. She pushes her other leg up, just a little bit, pressing it up between Janet's legs.

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Janet sucks in a harsher breath. She rocks down against Susan's thigh, shifts her hips, and then does it again with a better angle, finding the right friction with the fabric of her panties and the solidity of Susan's thigh. The grind of it sparks through her and she sighs, lifting her head to press another biting kiss to the underside of Susan's jaw.

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Susan shivers, and then uses the leverage she has now to push off of the bed, rolling them over so that she's the one straddling Janet. Her hair falls over her shoulder and tangles between them; she pushes it out of the way and starts kissing her way down Janet's throat.

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"Whoa." Janet laughs, not mad about it but surprised, and tips her head back to encourage those kisses. She's still for a second, just letting it happen; then, she sets her hands at Susan's hips, books her thumbs into the waist of her underwear, and starts to work it down and off of her.

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It's easy enough to shimmy out of them with Janet's help; Susan kicks them free and they flop off the bed and onto the floor. Susan leans in to kiss Janet again, once, fierce and sharp and with a hint of teeth, and then sits back on her heels so she can work Janet's underwear off, too. These meet her own on the floor.

"Look at you," she says, somewhat breathless. "Gorgeous."

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Janet looks up at her with a wide smile, stretching her legs out as if finally freed of some kind of confining prison instead of just a regular pair of panties. "I think I already said takes one to know one. You're making me run out of one-liners."

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"No more one-liners?" Susan fakes a considering sort of expression. "That's rather a deal-breaker, isn't it?" But as a counterpoint to her joke, she runs a hand down the outside of Janet's thigh, and then back up the inside. Her touch is light and teasing, and she slows it down the higher she moves her hand.

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"Hm." The lightness of Susan's touch makes Janet shiver. "I guess I'd better take what I can get, then," she says, and she reaches down to take hold of Susan's hand and guide it right up between her legs, where she's been wanting it.

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Susan immediately stretches out next to Janet again, slinging one leg over Janet's thigh, kissing her. She tucks her fingers up where Janet has guided them, stroking, chasing the heat and the wet there. It's aimless for now; she's curious about how Janet will let her know she wants a more purposeful sort of movement.