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Gabrielle sat in the booth next to Xena, leaving no space between them as she scooted into her partner. Xena rested her head on her partner’s shoulder, then turned her head into the crook of her neck to smell her cologne.
“I love when you wear this one.” Xena mumbles in her ear. Woody notes always paired well with Gabrielle’s natural scent.
The blonde turned her face into her partner and earnestly kissed the top of her head. Her hand found its way to Xena’s thigh, squeezing it as a thank you.
“I love when you wear this dress.”
Xena hid her blush that further warmed her alcohol-flushed face. Her and Gabrielle were already two martinis down while waiting for their meal to arrive. She crossed her legs to let the slit of her dark red dress reveal more of the thigh Gabrielle took claim of.
Gabrielle looked down and moved her hand toward her inner thigh, stroking the skin there. Xena hummed at the delicate touch, then felt a shiver down her spine the closer her partner got to the heat between her thighs.
“Easy now,” Xena said quietly. “There’s people around.”
Gabrielle looked around the low-lit room, watching the couples around them engage in conversations over their meals. All of them were in their own little bubble, paying no mind to their little corner of the restaurant.
“They’re not watching us,” Gabrielle responded. “I wouldn’t mind if they did, though. You look so pretty, I wouldn’t blame them.”
Riling Xena up with her words was too fun. She could tell Xena was affected by them when she slowly parted her legs and allowed her more access. Gabrielle moved her hand to cup Xena’s clothed pussy, then rubbed her palm against her. Xena stifled a moan, gripping the edge of the seat. She hid her face in the crook of Gabrielle’s neck as she sat there, taking it.
“See? You’re even prettier when you’re desperate.” Gabrielle ghosted Xena’s clit with her fingertips, eager to get underneath the cloth of her panties.
“Fuck,” Xena mumbled into her skin, eyes shut. “Please?”
“What happened to ‘there’s people around?’”
“Don’t care anymore,” the brunette whined. “I want it.”
Gabrielle smirked with amusement. Her girl was so easy to convince sometimes.
“Then take your panties off.”
Xena didn’t resist this time and sneakily lifted her hips to slide her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them and held them in her hands, handing it to her partner. Gabrielle took the garment, throbbing when she felt the damp spot, and shoved it in the pocket of her dresspants. Her hand was quick to get back in between Xena’s legs to rub her properly. The brunette gripped her partner’s wrist as she touched her.
“I wonder what everyone would think if they knew you were letting me fuck you right now.” Gabrielle muttered.
The blonde gathered Xena’s arousal up to her clit and rubbed her again, which nearly pulled a loud moan out of her. She bit her lip to shut herself up, finding it harder to do the more Gabrielle touched her. Just when she thought she got herself under control, Gabrielle slipped two fingers inside of her.
“Gabrielle.” Xena whimpered.
Her partner curled her fingers, effortlessly hitting that spot inside of her. Xena found herself gently grinding against her hand, dangerously close to climax.
“Cum.” Gabrielle quietly commanded.
Xena quickly fell apart, trembling as she gripped her wrist harder. She slowed her hips to ride out her orgasm, then groaned lowly when Gabrielle pulled out, slick coating her digits. She didn’t shy away from shoving both fingers into her mouth and tasting the mess she created.
Before either of them could say anything, the waiter came with their food. The pair thanked the man, then looked at each other with mischief. As usual, Gabrielle was first to break their silence.
“I’m not hungry anymore.”