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Greta tries to continue their kiss but once again Carson pulls away. “Can we just…can we stop please. I just need to talk for a second.” She begs.
Greta turns to the front of the car and grabs the steering wheel. “I don’t really feel like talking, Carson.”
“What is going on with you? I feel like you’re a different person.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Greta sighs.
“I mean, on the road trip you were…we were just.”
“You’re the one who’s different, Carson.” Greta snaps, turning towards Carson. “Just because you’re the coach, doesn’t mean that you get to try and control me.”
“I’m not trying to control you, I’m trying to talk to you.” Carson mutters giving Greta a confused look. “Also why are we yelling?”
“Oh my god, Jo was right. You can’t keep coming to me with your problems.”
Carson flinches back as though Greta slapped her. “Fine, I won’t…Jesus.” She scoffs moving out of the car and garage, but not before slamming the door behind her.
“Control her…how the hell am I controlling?” Carson mutters making her way through the house and up to her room. “Try and help the team and I just get shit on.”
Shirley spins with wide eyes and Carson barges into their room and slams their door. “You okay?” She asks.
“I’m good.” Carson nods while grabbing her training gear and begins undressing.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah…just heading out for a little while.” She huffs pulling her shoes on. “Don’t wait up Shirl.” Carson mumbles before grabbing her gear and making her way down the stairs and out the house. She jumps on an available bike and speeds away from the house, towards her safe space, hoping Max is there to meet her.
Carson peels into the park and breathes a sigh of relief when she sees the familiar sight of Max’s bike up against the fence. “Took your time.” Max says throwing the ball to her.
“Yeah. Had a couple issues back at the house.” She shrugs throwing the ball back.
“Want to talk about it?”
“Not really. This is just what I needed.”
Max nods in understanding and launches the ball at Carson. “Then throw the damn ball Shaw.” Max smirks as Carson winces at the power of the throw.
After a couple of hours of catch and keeping the conversation light, the pair find themselves spread out on the grass looking up at the darkening sky. “So you ready to talk yet?” Max asks.
“It’s complicated.”
“I’m guessing it’s about your girl.”
“Good guess.” Carson nods before letting out a loud breath. “I love being with her. I love her smile, her laugh, how she always keeps her nails perfect, how amazing she is at ball. I go to sleep thinking about her and she’s on my mind as soon as I wake up. I think I want it all with her.”
“That doesn’t sound like much of a problem Shaw.” Max laughs.
“The problem is it seems I’m the only one that feels that way.” She says looking over at Max. “I was venting about our recent loss and she just snapped at me. Talking about how I can’t come to her with anything I’m dealing with.” Carson scoffs. “Seems like all I’m good for is a warm body.”
“You don’t really believe that.”
“No…but it’s how I’m feeling sadly.”
“Feelings suck.” Max nods. “Listen, I don’t know your girl but I do know what I saw that first time you kissed and that sort of want can’t be faked. And considering it’s been going on all this time, I doubt she just wants a warm body. From what I saw Greta could get anyone she wanted…but she’s with you.”
“Gee, thanks Max.”
Max kicks at Carson’s ankle. “I don’t mean it like that. I just mean that Greta is with you and has been with you for a while now. Maybe you shouldn’t focus so much on your feelings and look at the facts. Everyone’s allowed an off day.”
“I suppose. I just hate how hard all this is.” Carson sighs turning back to look at the darkening sky. “Enough about that. What’s new with you.”
“I mean it Shaw.” Max firmly states. “What you’ve got here with that girl is rare…don’t you dare throw it away over one disagreement.”
“I get what you mean, it just feels like everyone in that house is against me right now. I’m drowning in this team and no one is there to pull me up.”
“At least you get to live your dream.” Max scoffs, sitting up. “I’d kill to be in your position Shaw.”
“Shit, Max.” Carson says sitting up with her. “I didn’t think. I can’t do anything right today.”
“It’s fine.” Max sighs throwing the ball into her glove. “You just don’t realise what kind of amazing situation you’re in here, Shaw. You’re playing professional baseball in front of crowds, and you’ve got a girl that seems to be mad about you. I think you need to take a step back and see how good you’ve got it.”
“I’m sorry Max.”
“Is what it is.” Max shrugs but Carson can see the pain in her eyes. “It’s getting late.” Max mutters after a few moments of silence. “And apparently there’s a storm coming.” Carson watches as Max stands up and can’t help but feel like she’s messing everything up with the people she cares about the most.
“I’m gonna stay here for a little while.” Carson tells her.
“You sure? It’s supposed to be getting rough soon.”
“Yeah…I won’t be long.” Carson nods. “I need to clear my head a bit more. Don’t wanna go back there and say some more dumb shit.”
“Good luck with that.” Max says kicking her foot and giving her a sarcastic smile. “See you around Shaw.”
“I’ll see you next week.” She calls out hopefully.
Carson watches Max bike away from the field before falling back on the grass and watching the last of the blue sky disappear under the darkening clouds as the evening approaches. Deciding to stick around longer, she places her mitt behind her head to get a view of the stars when they come out later, at least this way she can be close to Greta somehow.
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“Where’s Carson?” Maybelle asks looking around the dining room as the Peaches tuck into their dinner. Greta keeps her head down towards her plate but keeps an ear out for the answer from Shirley, thinking she was just upstairs in her room.
“She went out a few hours ago.” Shirley says through a mouthful of bread. “Just shoved her practice gear on and told me not to wait up.” Shirley shrugs.
Greta looks up at Shirley with her brows furrowed. “Did she seem okay?” Jo asks with her eyes on Greta.
“Pretty grumpy and quiet.” Shirley adds. “She just stormed right out.”
“You girls…more trouble than your worth.” Beverly sighs, moving from the table with her empty bowl.
“I’m sure she’s fine. Just blowing off some steam after today’s loss.” Maybelle tries to helpfully add.
“Well she better hurry. Apparently there’s a big storm coming.” Jess laughs through a mouthful of stew.
Greta pauses her eating and looks out towards the window. She feels worry start to settle in her stomach as dark clouds approach from the distance. “Don’t panic, Bird.” Jo whispers. “She’ll be fine, farm girls are used to a bit of rain.”
“But she’s not from a farm.” Greta mumbles quietly, still staring off into the distance.
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Carson jumps awake with a gasp as water hit her face and lightening claps in the sky. “What the fuck?” She mumbles looking around the now dark field. Carson squints down at her watch to get a peak at the time but can’t see a thing but based on the empty roads she can tell she’s well past curfew.
“God damn it.” She groans at the rain comes down, soaking her back. “I’m so fucked.” Carson grabs her mitt and sprints towards the gate where her bike is propped up.
“Oh shit…shit, shit, shit.” Carson hisses as the rain starts to come down heavier as she bikes home. Her clothes are soaked though within minutes and as Carson rounds the final corner the thunder and lightning get louder and closer together. She peddles harder, feeling the dirty rainwater splash all over her from the speed of the wheels.
After the quickest bike ride of her life, Carson leaves the bike propped up against the porch, sprints up the stairs and opens the front door as quietly as she can before silently closing behind her and rest her forehead against the door. “Finally.” She breaths out leaning her dripping head against the door.
“Where the hell have you been?” A furious voice demands from behind her.
Carson jumps in surprise and spins around to find a steaming Greta moving towards her and sees more of the team file out of the living room. “I lost track of the time.”
“Lost track of the time?” Greta repeats in disbelief. “It’s almost 1am, Carson. No one has seen or heard from you in over 8 hours.”
“You had us worried hon.” Maybelle adds. “Shirley let us all know you never came back. We’ve been calling around about you for hours.”
Carson looks around Greta and sees Shirly sat on the stairs looking upset and exhausted. “Damn it.” She moves past Greta and crouches in front of her roommate. “I’m so sorry, Shirl.”
“I kept imagining the worst.” She mumbles.
“I’m sure you did.” Carson whispers grabbing Shirley hands. “And I really am sorry for that. I lost track of time and fell asleep on the couch at a friend’s house.” She tells a little white lie, not wanting to freak them out any further with the truth.
“Well that’s a relief.” Shirley says cracking a small smile.
“You forgive me?”
“I suppose I wouldn’t be a good roommate if I didn’t…although one of your pies could help.”
“Deal.” Carson laughs. She turns and faces the team again, but this time avoiding eye contact with Greta. “I really am sorry that I worried anyone. I just completely lost track of time and fell asleep. I know this isn’t the behaviour of a coach, so promise you all that I’ll do better.”
“We’re just glad you’re okay, sweetie.” Maybelle smiles.
“Yes indeed. Although I will have to fine your for this clear rule break, Mrs Shaw.” Beverly says with a stoic face. “It doesn’t seem like this storm is going anywhere anytime soon. Practice is most likely cancelled for tomorrow, so at least you can all have a lie in after today’s antics.” She says giving Carson a pointed look. “Now to bed with you all.”
“You should jump in the shower before you get sick, Doll.” Maybelle says nodding to the puddle Carson was making from her dripping clothes.
Carson nods with a sigh. “Will do. Sorry again everyone.” Carson notices a lot of grim faces looking back at her and knows she’s going to have to have a lot on one-to one conversations to make up for the mess she’s made today.
The team mumble to amongst themselves and start to disperse around the house. “Finally bedtime then. You know sleep deprivation can cause a reduce in the immune system, high blood pressure and even heart issues.” Shirley informs the group as she climbs the stairs. Carson feels more guilt settle in her stomach at the thought of adding more issues to Shirley’s ever-growing list. She drags herself up the stairs a few moments after Shirley and heads straight into the bathroom.
She hears footsteps follow her closely. “So I don’t get any kind of explanation?” Greta asks leaning against the bathroom doorframe.
“Not right now Greta.” Carson sighs leaning against the sink. “I’m tired and sore.”
“And who’s fault is that?”
“The floor that I slept on.” She mumbles petulantly.
Greta lets out a loud huff and walks further into the room. “I’m not kidding, Shaw. You can’t just disappear all night without a word.”
“I know that. It was a mistake, I didn’t mean to worry anyone.”
“Well you did. Why did you leave all night? Where were you?”
Carson kicks her wet shoes off and peels her soaked through socks with them. “Why I left and where I’ve been is my problem…and if memory serves, I can’t come to you with my problems anymore.” She says with a shrug.
“Carson.” Greta sighs.
“I’m just doing what you wanted, Greta. I’m sure Jo will be more than happy to sit down and talk about me…apparently you’ve both got some practice at that already.” Carson spins around and gives Greta a pointed look. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m freezing cold and in need of a shower.”
“Fine.” Greta bites back, spinning on her heels and leaving the bathroom with a slam of the door.
Carson flinches at the sound and sits herself of the toilet lid. “You’re on a roll today, Carson.”
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In the days following the storm rages on outside as well as inside the house. It seems the Peaches can see the tense feelings between Carson and Greta, everyone keeping their distance whenever either of them leave their rooms. Carson buries herself in her game cards, making sure what happened against the Blue Sox doesn’t happen again.
“Dinner time.” Jess announces, swinging the bedroom door open.
“I’ll grab something later.” She mumbles still looking down at the cards.
“Nope.” Jess says walking further into the room. “Sarge has me under strict instructions to gather everybody up.”
“Jesus.” Carson groans throwing her cards down. “Let’s get this over with then.”
Carson follows Jess down the stairs and into the dining room where the team is settling down with their plates. “Nice of you to join us Coach.” Beverley comments from the corner table.
“Sorry.” Carson mumbles keeping her head down and making her way to the kitchen.
Maybelle greets her in the kitchen with a smile. “I saved you a nice crispy corner piece. I know that parts your favourite.”
“Thanks, May.” Carson smiles taking the plate of lasagne and heading back into the main room. She scans the room for somewhere to sit and thankfully finds Shirley sat on a table furthest from Greta.
“Nice to see you out of the room.” Shirley smiles.
“Yeah…I’m just trying to figure out a plan for the next game.” She says, keeping her eyes on her plate. Fighting the urge to look over at Greta.
“And how is that plan going, Mrs Shaw?” Sarge asks. “Just because this storm has stopped practice, doesn’t mean our Coach gets time off.”
“Don’t worry Sarge. I’ve got it under control.”
“Good to hear.” She nods, getting up and taking her empty plate into the kitchen.
“So what is the plan Carson?” Shirley whispers.
Carson stops playing with her food and puts her fork down. “I’m not sure right now. We’re struggling with Terri, but it seems like Lupe can’t even look at me nowadays.”
“Yes. I have been sensing tension in the house over the past couple days…and you know how I am with absorbing other people’s emotions.”
“I’m sorry Shirl…I’ll try to fix it.”
“I’d appreciate that.” She smiles patting Carson’s hand before going back to picking the burnt parts off her lasagne.
Carson manages to make it through half a plate of food before the urge to look at Greta becomes too hard to fight. As she reaches for her glass of water she sneaks a look over to the far table. Great is pushing her food around her plate while Jo speaks quietly in her ear. Greta must sense eyes on her because she looks up and locks eyes with Carson. The pair stare at each other. Both with clear longing in their eyes, but both too stubborn to make the first move.
Carson breaks the eye contact first, unable to handle the weight of Greta’s gaze. “You done Shirl?” Carson asks standing from the table and grabbing the plates.
“Oh sure.” Shirley mumbles as Carson leaves with her dinner.
Carson heads into the kitchen and drops them on the side with a sigh. She grabs the dish soap and begins to clean up some of the dishes, hoping maybe this could be a good start in making up for her fuck up the other night. After a couple minutes she tenses as the sound of familiar heels enter the kitchen.
“You ready to talk yet?” Greta asks placing a few empty dishes on the side.
“Am I?” Carson scoffs. “You forget that the whole reason there’s tension between us right now is because I wasn’t allowed to talk to you.”
“Stop being dramatic.”
“Don’t pretend it’s not the truth. You continuously hold me at arm’s length Greta.”
“That’s not fair.”
Carson throws down the sponge and turns to Greta. “What’s not fair is never being able to do anything right in your eyes. I want to talk to you and I get chewed out…now I’m backing off like you wanted and I’m being unfair. I just can’t win with you Greta.”
“And you’re solution to that was to disappear for hours, well into the night with a storm raging. Scaring me out of my mind, letting me imagine the worst had happened to you. That’s my punishment for the other day.”
“You know it wasn’t like that.”
“Actually I don’t because you’ve been avoiding me for the past couple of days.”
“I’ve not been avoiding anyone.” Carson mutters, turning back towards the sink.
“That’s such bullshit.” Greta scoffs.
“Greta…please leave me alone.” She begs quietly.
“So this is it? One fight and I’m reduced to nothing?”
Carson rubs at her aching head and feels her stomach twist at Greta’s defeated tone. “I’m sorry Greta. I just can’t right now.”
“Well thanks for letting me know where I stand.” Greta scoffs before leaving the kitchen.
Carson finally turns to see the back of her, rounding the corner before leaving the house with another door slam, a noise Carson is all too familiar with this week. “I’m sorry.” She whispers into the empty room.
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The next day the skies finally begin to clear up with now the rain only drizzling. Carson listens to the mood in the house also becoming significantly lighter, the girls moving in and out of each other’s rooms with laughs and shouts of finally being able to getting back on the field soon. As the afternoon hits Carson ventures out of the room and down the hall, no longer being able to live with the constant ache in her chest.
“Hey May, you got a minute to talk?” She asks entering the room.
“Sure Doll.” She smiles sweetly through the mirror. “What’s on your mind.”
“You’re good with people. Everyone here loves you and I need some advice.” She says sitting down on Maybelle’s bed.
“This about Greta?” She asks innocently.
Carson blushes and looks away from her gaze. “And a couple others.”
“Yes I have noticed you’ve been locked away by yourself this week. That’s not good for you sugar, people need people.”
“I know. I’ve just pissed a few people off this week. I’ve been avoiding Greta and Lupe hates me after everything that went down.” She groans rubbing her head.
Maybelle tuts and puts in her earrings. “Lupe does not hate you. She was a mess along with the rest of us. Pacing the living room while Sarge called around the hospitals.”
“Really?”
“Really, really.” She nods. “Just because she’s upset doesn’t mean she doesn’t care about you. Right now Lupe is pissed, and fairly pisses at that…but she also loves this team and I know that if you both talk it out you’ll be fine.”
“Okay.” Carson sighs feels some of the tension release. “And what about Greta? I think I’ve really fucked up out rel…friendship.” She stutters.
Maybelle gives her a knowing smile and reaches for her brush and hairspray. “That is not something you need to fret about. You two have been thick as thieves since training.”
“I dunno. I’ve been such a jerk this week.” Carson groans thinking back to Greta trying to patch it up with her.
May just shakes her head. “Hush now. One silly fight does not do away with the type of bond you two have. You should have seen her, Carson.” Maybelle says fixing her hair, making it as big as possible. “I thought most of us were worried, but Greta was on a whole other level. She was biting at her nails and ranting non-stop…and you know how she feels about her nails. Even my little Jo couldn’t calm her down.
Guilt settles even further in Carson stomach at Maybelle’s words. “It really was a mistake.”
“We know that now.” May says turning to face her. “But you and Greta were so close before this, I’d hate for you both to lose that kind of…friendship. The teams needs you both.”
“I’ll talk to her.” Carson nods getting up from her bed.
“Good. We’re all going out to the pictures, maybe you could both stay here and patch things up.” Maybelle winks through the mirror.
Carson feels her cheeks heat up and quickly makes her way downstairs to look for Greta. She encounter most of the team putting on their jackets. “Anyone seen Greta?”
“She went outside for some air.” Jess says nodding towards the garage.
Carson nods in thanks and makes her way outside into the now light rain. “Hey Shaw.” Jo says joining Carson on the porch.
“Yeah?”
Jo stuffs her hands into her jacket. “Listen, I know what Bird told you and I’m sure it sounded a lot shittier than it actually was. It’s just I’ve seen her get hurt in the past and I was just trying to make sure it didn’t happen again…especially not here when we’ve got so much to lose.”
“It’s fine. I get tha…”
“No it’s not.” Jo cuts in. “I won’t apologise for looking out for my best friend, but it hurt you and for that I’m sorry. I was wrong about you Carson and I made sure Greta knows that also.” She says nodding to the garage. “So do us all a favour and go get your girl.”
“I’ll try.” Carson makes her way through the light rain and towards the garage. As Carson enters the garage she sees the car cover is slightly crooked. “Greta…you in there?” She quietly asks giving the car a knock.
“Yeah.” Her quiet voice replies.
“Can I come in?”
“It’s a free country.”
Carson pulls the cover aside and climbs into the seat next to Greta. “I’ve been a total ass.” Carson says after a few moments of silence. “The other night was an honest mistake, but I’ve been avoiding you and you don’t deserve that. I’m sorry Greta.” Greta gives a small nod to Carson but says nothing, just continues to spin her pinkie ring. “Please speak to me Greta.” Carson begs turning fully towards her.
“I don’t really know what to say.”
“Say anything.” Carson quickly replies. “Scream, shout, call me every name under the sun. Just please talk to me. I can’t lose you.”
Greta finally looks up and Carson feels her heart break at the pain in her eyes. “When I was 17 there was this girl. This was hers.” She says showing the ring more clearly. “At first we were really careful, then we fell in love and we stopped being careful. Her mom caught us and I was fine but her parents had her put away.”
“Put away?” Carson breaths out in disbelief.
“You remind me of her.” Greta says with a trembling voice. “And I think that’s been scaring me…because I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
Carson takes Greta’s hands into her own and looks deep into her eyes. “I’m not gonna get hurt, and neither are you.”
Greta shakes her head. “You don’t know that…you can’t promise that.”
“I know I can’t.” Carson nods but keeps a tight hold of Greta’s hands. “I still want this.
Greta takes a deep breath and gives a small nod. “Me too.”
“Really?” She whispers hopefully.
“Really.”
“Thank god.” Carson gasps, lunging forward and bringing Greta into the tightest hug. “I’m so sorry my fuck up scared you so bad, Greta. I never meant to dig up some bad memories by disappearing.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about how I was feeling.” Greta mumbles against Carson’s neck. “I feel like all this could have been avoided if I opened up.”
Carson pulls back and places a quick gentle kiss on Greta’s lips. “Seems like we’re a good pair.”
“Indeed.” Greta laughs bringing her in for another kiss. “So are you going to put me out of misery and tell me where you were and what happened the other night.” Greta asks, stroking Carson’s cheek.
Carson kisses Greta’s palm before holding onto her hand. “I went to blow off some steam with my friend Max.”
“I’m sorry?” Greta blinks.
Carson smothers the smile trying to break out at the way Greta’s nostrils flare at the mention of Max. “I met this girl Max and we meet up most Wednesdays evenings.” She shrugs, enjoying this slight tease.
“And what do you and Max do exactly?”
“Work up a sweat mainly.” She shrugs.
“Carson…” Greta warns.
She laugh and brings Greta’s hand up to her mouth, placing a couple gentle kisses on her knuckles as an apology. “It’s this girl I met a while ago. She’s also into baseball so we just have a catch every week.”
Greta shoves Carson back with a scoff. “You asshole.”
“Come on now.” Carson laughs pulling her closer and placing a kiss on her cheek. “You’re the only one for me.”
“Is that so?”
“It is so.” She nods moving her hands to Greta’s waist and giving her a pull. Greta gives her a knowing look as she hikes up her dress to swing herself onto Carson’s lap.
“That’s better.” Greta sighs as she settles on Carson’s lap before bringing her in for a kiss.
“I’ve missed you so much.” Carson mumbles against Greta’s lips. “I can’t go that long without touching you.”
“And who’s fault is that?” Greta smirks before biting down on Carson’s bottom lip. Carson whines and chases Greta’s lips as she moves backwards. “Stay.” Greta demands, pushing her firmly back onto the seat.
Greta begins to undo the buttons on her dress, smirking as Carson’s eyes follow every one of her movements. “I’ll make it up to you.” Carson says as Greta’s chest comes into view.
“I’m not sure you deserve me.” She says pulling her arms out of her dress sleeves and unclasping her bra.
“Let me earn you.” Carson begs running her hand up and down Greta’s thighs.
“And just how are you going to do that, Coach?” Greta grins back and she pulls her bra off.
“Anything you want.” Carson says with her eyes now locked on Greta’s breasts.
Greta places a finger under Carson’s jaw and forces her gaze away from her chest. “Listen up Shaw because I will only say this once. You ever do anything like that again, you ever scare me like that again and I will bring you out to this car, strip both of us down to nothing, tease you to within an inch of your life, get myself off on your lap and then not let you touch me for a month. Do you understand me.” Greta demands.
Carson stares at her eyes wide. “Uh huh” She croaks unable to fully find her voice.
“Good girl.” Greta grins down at her before re-attaching their lips.
“Can I please touch you now.” Carson all but begs.
“You’d better.” Greta raises her hips slightly to bringing her dress completely over her hips to accommodate Carson.
Carson quickly brings her hand down to where they both want it to be. “Jesus, Greta.” Carson gasps in disbelief at the wetness between Greta’s legs.
“As you can see, I’ve missed you too.” She mumbles against Carson’s hair.
“Good to know.” With a grin, Carson lets her fingers easily find their way finding their way inside of Greta, causing her to cry out and grip Carson’s shoulders so tightly she knows there will be imprints of her nails. Carson’s mouth soon joins in on the fun and attaches her mouth to Greta’s left breast, sucking and teasing the nipple, causing Greta to press closer to Carson, causing the hand trapped between them to grind against Greta’s clit as she fucked her.
“Oh god…fuck me.” Greta panted loudly in the car, rocking her hips hard against Carson. “Please fuck me.”
Carson wraps her arm tighter around Greta’s back. "You feel amazing. So hot and tight." She husks into Greta's neck. “You and this is all I’ve thought about for days.” Carson presses kisses to her neck and small bites into her neck, wanting nothing more than to sink her teeth into Greta, leaving her mark for all the world to see.
“Don’t you dare.” Greta growls, reading Carson’s mind. She grabs a fist full of brown hair and pulls her back.
“Don’t you pretend you don’t want the same.” Carson smirks with a finger curl. Greta shudders on top of her and grips her hair tighter. “You and I both know you’d love nothing more than to walk around with my marks all over your body…showing everyone who you belong to.” She says while speeding up her fingers, making sure to curl on the way out.
“Carson.” Greta groans pulling her head back into her neck. “I’m yours…I’m yours.”
Heat settles in Carson’s lower belly at Greta’s words. She moves her head down to attach her mouth to Greta’s right bouncing tit and sucks hard, scaping her teeth over the nipple. She instantly feels Greta tighten around her fingers and knows her girls is close. “That’s it baby. Come for me.” Carson pants against her chest.
“Keep sucking.” Greta begs, bouncing harder on her lap. She re-attaches her mouth to Greta’s breast and flicks her tongue back and forth over her nipple. “Yesss.” She hisses grinding down.
Carson moves her left hand down and grips Greta’s ass, pulling her tightly against her own body, allowing her to rut up into her harder. “Come all over me.” Carson husks with a final bite that sends Greta over the edge.
“Oh fuck, fuck.” She stutters with a loud moan as her body shakes in pleasure.
Carson smoothers her own moan in Greta’s chest as her hand is flooded with wetness. “You feel so good.”
“Jesus Carson.” Greta pants against Carson head before she falls down onto her lap. Carson slowly eases out of Greta before bringing her fingers to her mouth, greedily sucking everything Greta gave.
“You’re so perfect.” Carson sighs rest her face against Greta’s heaving chest.
Greta moves Carson’s face back before bringing her in for a soft kiss. “You’re pretty perfect yourself.” Greta smiles lovingly, pushing Carson’s hair back from her face.
The pair catch their breath in between gentle kisses and caresses. “I wonder how much you’ve missed me.” Greta whispers against Carson’s lips as she runs her hand down her torso and over the belt of her trousers.
“Not so fast.” Carson says flipping Greta onto her back, spreading her along the seat. “I said I was going to earn you…and I’m not sure I’ve done that yet.” She says kissing her way down Greta’s body.
“Well then you better get to work, Coach.” Greta husks gripping the back of Carson’s head and pushing her south.
“Yes, Ma’am.” Carson grins before diving in and completely making up for the past week, hoping her actions with convey the three words she can’t say out loud.