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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"Fuck," Janet says on a laughing, shuddering exhale. "Yeah, okay, that--" Susan's thumb, still so steady and assured, strikes the precise angle she wants, and she swallows a breathless little sound. "Right there. Stop and I'll hex you into oblivion." They don't even have hexes in Brakebills magic.

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"Well, I shouldn't want to be hexed," Susan laughs, but the laugh is a breathless one, and she's more focused on the look on Janet's face and the way her own fingers are starting to prune. She sucks her lower lip between her teeth in concentration, and then decides to put all of those things to better use and starts sucking a mark onto Janet's collarbone, instead.

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There's probably more banter somewhere in the ether, something Janet could use to prove how amazingly fucking clever she is, but with the bite of Susan's mouth on her clavicle, she forgets all of it. Susan's relentless. Usually Janet's the relentless one, but maybe she could get used to this, actually. The pleasure crests, her thighs and the hand in Susan's hair going taut, and she curls herself tighter around Susan as she comes around her fingers with one little muffled groan.

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Susan lifts her head, but doesn't move her hand. "Are you a one-and-done sort of woman, or shall I keep going?"

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Janet shudders with the continued pressure of Susan's hand. "Like hell am I going to stop you, but I wouldn't have pegged you for being so selfless."

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"Oh, I'm not," says Susan, who has been carefully ignoring her own arousal while focusing on Janet. Now that it's been mentioned, she can feel just how slippery her thighs are growing, so she rises a little and slings her leg over Janet's thigh so she can feel it, too, careful not to dislodge her hand in the process. Fibbing through her teeth, she adds, "I'm just ever so patient. They say good things come to those who wait, you see."

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"Oh, sure." Janet laughs, pressing her thigh deliberately up into that wet heat. "You're like a fucking saint." She rocks her own hips again and sighs with it. If Susan's not moving her hand, she might as well take advantage.

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"Saint Susan the Enduring," says Susan, grinding down against Janet's thigh and then lowering her mouth to one of her breasts, so she can feel the shape of it against her tongue.

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There's another low sigh, the looseness of one orgasm and the promise of another making Janet a little easier, a little less self-conscious. She slides a hand down to tuck against Susan's again, adding her own firm pressure. "The bards are going to go crazy over you."

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Susan's lips quirk at that, but she's far too engrossed by tracing Janet's nipple with her mouth and then nipping it lightly with her teeth to respond.

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Right on cue, Janet's breath stutters, subtly but obviously enough. Her grip on Susan's hand tightens, enough to shift the angle of it a little so she can keep grinding into the touch there, this time directing it more herself, just using the fact of Susan's palm and fingers.

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Again, Susan's lips quirk. She lets her hand be moved, making note of the way Janet positions it for next time, and starts moving her fingers more deliberately, with a faster rhythm than before. Liking the way Janet's breath catches very much, she half-kisses, half-bites her way across Janet's chest to her other breast, so she can attend to it, too.

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Like this, Susan all focused on her and her muscles still relaxed from the first, it's an easy drift to a second orgasm. This one comes as a slow crest over a low hill that has her tightening around Susan's fingers and gripping her hand for a long moment.

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Saint Susan the Enduring is far too impatient now to try and give Janet a third. She shifts against her thigh again as she carefully dislodges her hand, moving to kiss Janet deeply on the mouth. It's probably abundantly clear to Janet, with the ferocity of the kiss, that Susan is growing frantic with need, but she does take the time to pull back, make direct eye contact with Janet, and lick her wet fingers clean before raising her eyebrows expectantly.

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Queen Janet the Well-Fingered grins at Susan in the aftermath of that kiss, eyes dark as she watches her. There's a little clench of absence, but she banishes that pretty fast. She can be goal-oriented. "Not bad, Your Majesty," she says; for a second, she just crooks her leg up into Susan's seeking again, but then she shifts, tucks her hair behind her ears, and slinks down, her hands at Susan's hips, then thighs, to urge her back so that Janet can maneuver her legs apart, leaning in, and drag her tongue flat up until she finds her clit.

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Susan shudders, and makes a quiet little sound of relief. Her toes flex, and she stretches into the feeling, letting her back arch and her hand settle on the back of Janet's head.

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Janet lets herself have one more fierce, private smile, not that Susan will see it, before she bends to her work. Susan's so fucking wet by now, hot and open for her, and it's the easiest thing in the world to slip two fingers of her own inside her, her tongue moving quickly and forcefully from the outset.

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Oh, Susan rather likes that! She lets herself relax into the feeling of it - by some value of relax; her hips keep twitching up toward Janet's mouth almost as if they're operating independently of her increasingly-fragmented thoughts.

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Those abortive little movements make Janet want to smile again, but now she really is busy. She slips a hand along Susan's slippery thigh, squeezing the muscle there, and sets a slow, purposeful rhythm with her fingers that offsets the uncareful enthusiasm with which she's eating her out.

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There's another quiet little exhale, and Susan shifts against Janet's mouth, desperation ratcheting up inside of her. Her heel catches on Janet's back, and then slips off; she moves a hand up to pinch her own nipple, twisting it roughly, mouthing against the open air.

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"C'mon, Your Majesty," Janet murmurs, just a second or two of only her warm breath against Susan before she's back at it. She can feel Susan twitching against and beneath and around her, spurring her on, and if there's one thing about Janet, it's that her fingers are strong and that they know how to move with precision, curling just so in counterpoint to her tongue.

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Susan hasn't watched Janet do a huge amount of magic, but she's seen a few spells here and there, so she knows just how much precision and control Janet has over her hands, and the way that she uses them. She's gaining an intimate understanding, now, of another use of that control. Heat lances through her, tight and fierce; she feels weak with it. She shifts against Janet's tongue again, bites her lip hard, and lets that desperate yawning need at her core overtake her. Her orgasm feels like a shattering, broken open under Janet's masterful touch.

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Janet keeps fingering Susan through it, the flat of her tongue to her clit still, to feel the liquid trembling of her like spilled mercury as she comes. It's been a while, longer than she'd really like to admit, since she's done this for another woman. It's heady, a kind of fundamental power you can't get from any magic textbook. With time, as Susan stills, she looks up, slipping her fingers out -- not all the way free of her, but more shallow.

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"Come here," Susan says, reaching out and scrabbling at Janet's shoulder. Her thighs are twitching. Her clit is twitching. She's far too blissed-out to be self-conscious about whether she's using a tired old line or not. "Let me taste myself on your tongue."

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Janet almost wants to give her shit for it. Not as much as she wants to pull herself up at Susan's urging, curl a hand around her jaw, and maneuver her into a kiss, one that's deep and thorough from the second their mouths fit together.