Ellie & Mia - Naughty

And to start our December Naughty and Nice posts - bringing in Ellie and Mia.

As designated by the poll, half of these will be naughty (include sex) and half will be nice (just some good old tooth-rotting sweet sapphic love)... so I figured we'd start off with something fun :)

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Christmas hadn’t meant anything special to Mia in a long time.

Sure, when she’d been younger – when her parents had been alive – she’d loved the holiday, just like every other kid. Who didn’t love getting to open gifts while having a vacation from school? And when she’d been really little and still believed in Santa, it had been truly… magical. Her father used to dress up as Santa, and he would tell her stories about why they didn’t have snow like all of the places did in the Christmas movies.

Even into her teenage years, after the magic and mystery of Santa had been exposed, she’d still enjoyed the day. Lounging around with her parents all morning, opening the handful of gifts they’d exchange.

Everything had changed when her parents had died, though, and the holidays had been no exception.

Gone were late, lazy mornings and her mom’s homemade cinnamon buns that she’d never tell anyone the secret to. “One day,” she’d promised Mia. Only, that day never came.

She did her best to keep busy on the holidays, because it was just… easier that way. And, eventually, the ache dulled enough that she could almost feel like Christmas was any other day of the year.

It wasn’t something she thought about very often, and she hadn’t thought she’d be thinking about it right now, nearly a month before Christmas, as she walked into her apartment after her shift had ended.

Their apartment, she mentally corrected, a smile tugging at her lips.

Ellie had moved in with her over a year ago, and her stomach still erupted in giddy butterflies from time to time at the fact that this was her life, now.

Ellie’s keys were hung on the small wall-mounted hanger Ellie had hung up herself when she’d moved in, on the rung she always hung them on – first one to the right.

Her jackets were all in the small coat closet, arranged from thinnest – starting with windbreakers – to thickest – a heavy-duty parka. Sometimes, if she was home before Ellie, Mia would hurry over to see her hang up her jacket.

It was weird, maybe, to want to watch her partner do something so… mundane. But she just loved it.

She loved how Ellie knew without even looking exactly where the jacket she was shedding belonged in its place in the closet, and how she fastidiously, methodically zipped it up and smoothed back the hood and the sleeves so everything stayed uniformly arranged, the way she liked it.

They’d thrown around the idea of getting a new apartment – a bigger one – when they’d decided to move in together, rather than move into Mia’s admittedly small one-bedroom.

But Ellie had frowned that sweet, adorable frown as she’d looked around the apartment and had shaken her head in disagreement. “No, I like it here. Besides, I don’t have a ton of material things.”

True to her word, Ellie packed very lightly.

She only kept what she regularly used and detested clutter. The only thing she kept with her that wasn’t ever put to use was her father’s old guitar, which was safely nestled in the back of the closet.

And yet, Mia felt like she saw Ellie everywhere.

Which, she supposed, was also true because she’d picked out a lot of her furniture with Ellie at her side throughout her two years living here.

She was already grinning as she stepped into the doorway of the kitchen, watching Ellie frown down at the cookbook she had open on the counter.

“A recipe giving you trouble?” Mia asked, alerting Ellie to her presence. “Do you want any help with dinner?”

Ellie turned to face her, the frown she’d had etched into her features dissipating almost immediately. And god, that never got old, either.

It never had, not in the years she’d known Ellie.

To be the reason that Ellie Beckett smiled like that? When Ellie so rarely aimed that soft, sweet smile at anyone? Mia always felt it, right in her chest, around her heart.

It had been a huge reason she’d been so terrified to confess her feelings to Ellie, because she’d been so positive that she’d do something to destroy that smile. That she wouldn’t see it aimed her way, anymore.

But, somehow, almost two years in, here they were. And Ellie was still smiling at her like that.

“No,” Ellie quietly informed her. “I don’t need help with dinner; I made dinner, already.” She gestured proudly to the counter behind her, where Mia now saw two plates with some sort of chicken/rice dish.

“Looks good to me. So, why the frown?” She asked, before she frowned, herself. “Also–”

She stepped forward and reached up, cupping Ellie’s jaw as she pushed up onto her tiptoes. Ellie leaned down at once, pressing her soft lips to Mia’s in an answering kiss.

Something sweet and languid, and Mia sighed into it, as she wrapped her arms around Ellie’s shoulders and held her close.

Her eyes slid closed as she just… enjoyed the moment, needing to breathe Ellie in after her shift at the station.

She’d never before minded her full day length shifts. But she’d also never before had an Ellie at home waiting for her.

Ellie’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her in closer in a move that was so smooth, it always made Mia hungry for more. She loved those little dichotomies of Ellie – the uncertain, awkward woman that mixed with the woman that could sometimes be so smooth with her that it swept her off her feet.

As they broke their kiss, she felt Ellie smile against her. “Sorry, I was fixated. Hi.”

“Yes, I saw that,” Mia murmured, chuckling softly before she leaned in and stole another quick kiss. She pulled back, gesturing at the cookbook. “If dinner’s done, what’s that for?”

Ellie shot the inanimate object a glare, making Mia smother a chuckle. Ellie’s latest endeavor was to master cooking. “After all,” she’d stated, arriving home with several cookbooks that she’d picked up from the discount bookstore near her campus. “Cooking is just food science, right?”

Unfortunately, mastering being a chef wasn’t as easy for Ellie as building internal organs from scratch – yet another contradiction that absolutely tickled Mia.

“I, um… well, I told Riley that I’d make the turkey for Christmas this year,” Ellie explained, frowning again. “Unfortunately, none of these recipes look super simple.”

Mia’s eyebrows lifted high in surprise. “You volunteered to make the turkey?”

Ellie’s perfect teeth dug into her bottom lip, as she returned her gaze to Mia. “Well, I... potentially volunteered our apartment for Christmas dinner?” She rushed to add on, “It’s only because Gianna was talking about how annoyed she is that their place is going to be in shambles from the renovations in the downstairs, turning her den into an extra office, and I thought it made sense. I’m sorry I didn’t ask you.”

Mia blinked up at her, processing, before she slowly shook her head. “I mean – it’s fine. I really don’t mind having Riley and Gianna and Joel come over.”

And she didn’t. In fact, she liked spending time with them. It felt like… like a family.

“I just… need to request having Christmas off this year,” she murmured, thoughtfully.

“You worked Christmas last year,” Ellie pointed out, confused. “I just assumed you’d have this one off?”

She could practically see the way Ellie’s thoughts started processing through Mia’s schedule, calculating down hours.

She saved her the energy. “I did, and I’m not scheduled to be on this Christmas. It’s just – I normally always volunteer to switch shifts with someone that wants it off. Someone that has, um, a family. It’s kind of a thing at the station, that everyone knows about me at this point.”

Her tone fell to a thoughtful murmur at her own words. Which were all true; per Mia’s own request, the captain had scheduled her for every Christmas since she’d started there.

Ellie’s gorgeous, luminous hazel eyes stared down at her, tracing gently over Mia’s face. “You didn’t take any Christmases off even when you were with Kristin?”

Slowly, Mia shook her head. “No. She’d always gone to her parents’ house. And, yeah, I was invited, but…”

She trailed off with a grimace. Kristin’s family had never ever felt like home. Honestly, Mia would have rather worked than be there with them.

Ellie’s frown deepened, etching into those small, cute lines next to her mouth.

Wanting to head off any potential comments about Kristin – who Mia still maintained a friendship with, and who she knew Ellie disliked – she cut in, “It was always just, easier. Christmas used to be something special, with my parents. The day was about me, about us. It felt magical. And then, after…” She swallowed tightly, shrugging. “When I lived with my aunt, it was still fine. But it wasn’t magical, anymore. Hasn’t felt that way since.”

The more she spoke, trying to explain that it all really was fine, the more affronted and upset Ellie looked.

Oh, and Mia didn’t enjoy being the cause of it.

“Can you take the day off?” Ellie asked, an urgency in her tone that Ellie normally didn’t have for topics outside of serious things – her work, their relationship, or her sister. “Since you never have and it’s not even on your actual schedule, you should be able to. Right?”

Mia reached out to take Ellie’s hand in hers, rubbing her thumb over Ellie’s knuckles. Immediately, Ellie intertwined their fingers.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “I’ll make sure I have the day off.”

Ellie’s smile reappeared as she nodded, definitively. “Good.”

And Mia got a little lost in that smile again, relieved by it and pleased to have caused it.

For the first time in a very long time, she was looking forward to Christmas.

***

Mia sighed, long and low, as she started to wake up.

When she was awoken at the station, she had to be alert and ready immediately upon shifting back into consciousness. So when she was at home, she liked to do the opposite. To take her time drifting in that space between awake and asleep.

This waking up period had never been so damn good as it was with Ellie – just like everything else in Mia’s life.

Ellie frequently woke earlier than Mia did, but – if she had the day off – would stay next to her in bed, reading through one of the medical journals she liked to peruse in her free time. As soon as she noted that Mia was awake, though, all of her considerable attention turned to focus on Mia.

Sometimes, even before Mia was truly awake.

Which was what was happening right now, she realized, as the sleepy haze started clearing from her mind as the seconds ticked by.

Because what she was aware of more than anything were the soft but insistent kisses being worked up and down her neck. She kept her eyes closed, more from pleasure than from sleepiness, as she settled onto her back and hummed out a sigh.

Something she’d been surprised to realize a couple of months into her relationship with Ellie was how much she deeply enjoyed being roused into wakefulness by Ellie. In her past relationships, Mia would qualify herself as someone that liked a little bit of space right as she was waking up. Just a few minutes to enjoy her slow-roll into the day.

She’d discovered that went out the window where Ellie was concerned one morning when she’d woken up to Ellie lightly tracing her fingertips over Mia’s abdomen, tracing invisible patterns against her skin. Nothing overtly sexual or demanding, but just that simple touch and opening her eyes to meet Ellie’s intent, wanting stare had been… enticing.

As soon as Ellie – as always, attuned to Mia’s every slight movement – realized that she was awake, the tone of her kisses changed. From wanting but reserved to –

“Ah,” Mia gasped, her eyes fluttering open as Ellie nipped her teeth into the side of her neck.

A hum rumbled out of her throat when Ellie laved her tongue over the spot, and she finally focused to look slightly down, taking in Ellie’s gorgeous, tousled blonde curls.

Then, Ellie dragged her lips down the column of her throat and Mia groaned as the heat slid through her. That perfect kind of heat – something slow and building, something that came from mornings like this.

“Mm,” she sighed, sliding her hand into Ellie’s hair, stroking the soft locks. “Good morning.”

Ellie hummed against her throat, the sensation sending tingles up and down Mia’s spine and settling intently between her legs. Mia groaned again, long and low in the back of her throat as that heat turned a little higher in intensity.

She tightened her hold in Ellie’s hair, just a bit, wanting to be able to look into those gorgeous hazel eyes. There was something so… uniquely personal, about looking into Ellie’s eyes.

It was a little funny when she thought about it, because there was another person on this earth that shared Ellie’s exact face, including eye shape and color. But “eyes being the window to the soul” wasn’t more true for anyone than it was for Ellie Beckett.

She kept nothing guarded. Held nothing back.

And Ellie knew exactly what Mia wanted, as she drew back enough so her lips were just barely touching the sensitive skin of Mia’s throat and looked up at her.

“Good morning. And merry Christmas,” Ellie’s voice was hardly more than a murmur, but her mouth was still so close to Mia that her lips dragged over her skin with every movement and she shivered from it.

Her breath trembled out of her on her exhale, even as she smiled down at her. Right. “Merry Christmas, Beckett.”

She slid her hand from where she had it gripped in Ellie’s hair, to cup her jaw, stroking her thumb over Ellie’s soft, supple mouth. She had the most glorious bottom lip, so full with that the center so… plush. She kept her thumb there for a beat, just to feel it.

Before she urged Ellie to slide up to kiss her properly. There was no better way to start the day, and she sighed, contentedly, into Ellie’s mouth when she complied.

One of Ellie’s hands came to brace herself next to Mia’s head, pushing into her pillow, as she ran her other hand slowly down Mia’s side. She was wearing a thin, worn oversized sweatshirt she’d had since her first firehouse and boyshorts, her choice sleepwear.

And still, though her sweatshirt, she could feel the drag of Ellie’s fingertips.

She hummed against Ellie’s lips, then gasped against her when Ellie simultaneously slipped her hand under Mia’s shirt and nipped her teeth into Mia’s lip.

Sliding both of her hands back into Ellie’s hair – god, she so loved to grab a fistful of these fucking curls – Mia met Ellie’s tongue with her own.

That heat that had started building in her from the moment she’d woken up became a little more insistent. Especially as Ellie readjusted to settle herself on top of Mia, pressing her down into the mattress as their kiss grew hungrier.

Ellie scratched her short fingernails lightly down Mia’s sides, before slowly dragging back up. Working between them to cup Mia’s breast in her hand, using her thumb to drag over Mia’s nipple.

“Fuck,” she sighed into Ellie’s mouth, before she broke their kiss completely as she arched her head back into the pillow.

Ellie’s insanely talented fingers pinched at her nipple in the exact way Ellie had long learned Mia fucking loved. Harder than Ellie, herself, liked, just on the cusp of too much pressure.

“I had an idea,” Ellie stated, and her tone dipped to that octave Mia loved.

She also happened to love when Ellie had ideas.

Forcing herself to blink her eyes open and look up at her girlfriend, she rasped, “And… what’s that idea?”

God, even before Ellie answered, Mia’s throat was dry. Because those crystal clear eyes, the ones that showed Mia exactly what was on Ellie’s mind, were staring at her so intensely. Dark and wanting, the intent visible.

The look alone made her clench her thighs in anticipation.

“I’ve spent the last couple of weeks developing a plan to make this the best Christmas you’ve ever had in your adult life,” Ellie informed her.

“It already is,” she affirmed, slightly breathless with the want that was pulsing through her already. But even without Ellie waking her up like this, it was the truth.

She was here, in the bed she shared with Ellie Beckett – what else could she ask for?

The sweet, utterly pleased smile that flashed over Ellie’s face was so adorable, it almost made Mia melt. It would have, if not for the fact that Ellie also rolled her hips down into Mia’s, sliding her bare thigh between Mia’s and pressing tightly against her.

It was only then that Mia realized – Ellie was already completely naked against her. Not only were her legs bare; she was unclothed everywhere. Mia’s breath caught in her throat as she stroked her hands down over Ellie’s back, always hungry to touch Ellie’s soft, warm skin.

Then, Ellie rocked against her again – firmly and intently – and Mia’s fingers dug in tightly as her mouth opened on a sharp, surprised exhale.

“My hypothesis is that I can make it even better.” With that, Ellie dug her teeth into her lip as she started a consistent, easy rhythm against her.

There was something so – primal, to Mia, about this. About pressing herself down against Ellie’s thigh or her hip, and grinding down into her, working herself into a frenzy. Knowing that Ellie was feeling how hot and wet she was for her… yeah, that really worked for Mia.

Especially because it had never been like that with anyone else she’d been with. It was just – Ellie.

Mia bit off a swear, unable and uncaring to try to hold herself back from pushing herself down against Ellie’s thigh. “Oh, yeah?” Her voice trembled with the question and she couldn’t be bothered to care.

Ellie nodded, swiftly pushing herself up to her knees so she could reach both of her hands down to grab the bottom of Mia’s sweatshirt. Those hazel eyes met Mia’s, asking the silent question.

Without hesitation, Mia sat up and lifted her arms. Abso-fucking-lutely, she was Ellie’s for the taking.

Quickly, Ellie tugged her sweatshirt off, and her eyes fell to Mia’s chest.

Mia’s favorite thing – and the thing that made her blood run so fucking hot – was watching Ellie’s response to seeing Mia. It didn’t matter that they’d been together for nearly two years; Ellie always looked at her naked body as if she was seeing her for the first time. As if seeing Mia completely bare and wanting for her was enough to push Ellie right to the edge.

Nothing was sexier than that, Mia was positive.

Except – perhaps – for the fact that she could now see Ellie clearly, for the first time this morning.

She loved the lines of Ellie’s body. The gentle curves of her, the soft slope of her breasts. Larger than Mia’s own, and so sensitive. She was a fucking vision, and it blew Mia away that Ellie never seemed to see that about herself. Ellie focused much more time and energy on her mental activities and pursuits and prided herself so much on her intellectual capabilities, and so rarely ever gave thought to how fucking sexy she was.

Maybe it was a good thing; Mia didn’t know how she would have survived through trying to be just Ellie’s friend, otherwise.

Ellie’s gaze lowered and landed on her hard, aching nipples, and she licked her lips, making Mia shiver again. She felt her nipples harden impossibly more under Ellie’s burning gaze. Because she knew how much Ellie wanted to put her mouth on her; she could see it on her face.

Instead of doing just that, though, Ellie blinked back up to meet Mia’s eyes. “Like any good scientist, I’ve been working from past research to ensure that this hypothesis gets tested accurately.”

“Oh?”

Ellie wordlessly gestured to their bedside table, and Mia curiously slid her gaze over…

“Fuck, Beckett,” she breathed, and the heat pulsed through her – demanding and raw, turning from a want to a need.

Because there were silk ties laid out, next to a strap-on, and a vibrator, and Mia was so, so wet.

“I’m a scientist, after all,” Ellie stated, her tone both factual and satisfied, and something about that only added to Mia’s arousal.

Throat dry, she turned back to face Ellie.

“I want to tie you to the bed. Like we did a couple of months ago. And then I want to make you come so hard, it’s going to be the only thing you can possibly associate with this day,” Ellie informed her, and – oh.

“Ellie,” she barely managed to push her name out, already flexing her wrists as the anticipation burned through her.

“If you want,” Ellie added on, tilting her head.

“I want,” she immediately answered, and maybe she should have been embarrassed with the speed of her response. Maybe she should have thought about it for another second longer.

But – fuck that.

Without needing any more prompting, Mia laid back and spread her arms, and nearly vibrated in desire.

Ellie’s soft hum from the back of her throat was low and wanton, and washed over Mia deliciously, as Ellie quickly reached for the ties.

Mia’s breath caught in her throat as Ellie gently wrapped the material around her wrist. “Tell me when,” she murmured, and Mia complied when she felt the pressure get to the right point, before she repeated it with Mia’s other wrist.

Mia’s breath worked in and out of her lungs quickly, and she –

She’d never have believed this was something she liked. She considered herself fairly adventurous – she’d always been willing to try most of what her partners wanted to explore. But the idea of anyone else tying her up and taking away her ability to move and touch freely… it was an absolute turn-off.

She got a lot of enjoyment in the reverse, though, and so did Ellie. So, these ties had seen a lot of action in the last twenty-two months.

But Mia had only been on the receiving end of them recently, when Ellie softly asked if Mia would be open to it.

And though she’d opened her mouth to assert that she didn’t enjoy that… she’d found that she couldn’t say it.

Because with the idea of being completely at Ellie’s mercy – well, that had turned her on so much, she’d been shocked by the intensity of it.

She’d fucking loved every second of Ellie being in charge of her body. She’d loved it to the point that it terrified her.

To the point that she’d come so hard, she’d nearly blacked out.

So, she’d decided to hold off on doing it again. But she’d thought about it multiple times.

Apparently, she hadn’t been the only one.

Because the look in Ellie’s eyes was glintingly dark, as she carefully affixed the knots to their headboard. Knots that she knew Ellie had researched and practiced. Why the fuck did that turn her on so much?

She didn’t know, but it absolutely did.

“Test it,” Ellie demanded, her tone both commanding and breathless, as she watched Mia comply.

She tugged on the ties with both wrists – tight but not painful. Restrictive, but not cutting off any circulation. “Perfect.”

Entirely unsurprisingly, because what didn’t Ellie do perfectly?

The look of sheer satisfaction that worked over Ellie’s face made Mia groan in the back of her throat as she dropped her head back and watched Ellie climb back onto the bed.

She settled on her knees between Mia’s spread legs, and ran her eyes slowly up Mia’s body. Taking her time, taking every inch of her in.

And – as always – being the center of Ellie’s attention made Mia whimper.

Mia had thought a lot about what it would be like to be with Ellie before they’d gotten together. To the point that it had probably been unhealthy, and she’d tried to make herself stop.

But the one thing she’d never quite been able to accurately imagine was how intensely focused Ellie was on everything she dedicated herself to, and what it would be like to be the subject Ellie was focused on.

There was no possible way anyone could theorize what it would be like, to be known like this.

Ellie leaned forward and traced her hands down Mia’s sides in a slow, languid touch, but kept it light. Only her fingertips. And Mia shivered from it, her nipples tightening again, as she arched her hips up under Ellie.

Because Ellie knew exactly how Mia liked to be touched, on any given part of her body. Ellie had studied her like a fucking textbook for the months after they’d gotten together, and memorized Mia’s every shudder, moan, choked inhale.

“It’s so… insane, Mia,” Ellie whispered, as she slid her touch down over Mia’s hips, sensually massaging as she went.

Something else she’d learned? Ellie had studied – at some point – erogenous zones and the best way to stimulate them. She’d known it even before Ellie had confirmed it for her, because there was no way someone like Ellie hadn’t studied every part of the human body.

And fuck did Mia benefit from it.

“What is?” She asked, the words barely audible.

She was less focused on talking, though, and more focused on the way Ellie’s long, dexterous fingers stroked over Mia’s thighs. She choked on a breath as Ellie dug her fingers in, and pushed Mia’s thighs as far apart as she could.

“How I never thought of the human body as so… appealing, before you,” Ellie informed her, holding Mia’s gaze as she lowered her head.

Mia held her breath while she watched Ellie press hot, open-mouthed kisses under her bellybutton. Then all of her oxygen escaped her, as Ellie slid lower, licking the crevice where Mia’s thigh and hip met.

“Ellie,” she rasped out, and it would be so easy to drop her head back and give into the sensations, but she didn’t want to.

She wanted to watch. To watch the way Ellie traced the tip of her tongue down Mia’s inner-thigh, the way she massaged her fingertips over Mia’s other thigh, walking them up… up…

Pausing just before she actually touched Mia.

“I never once had the desire to taste another person before you,” Ellie informed her, flicking her gaze back up to Mia’s before she leaned in and dragged the flat of her tongue over Mia’s slit.

Mia couldn’t stop herself from dropping her head back, now, an aching moan working out of her.

Ellie pressed her fingertips against Mia, but didn’t push in just yet. No, she toyed with Mia, first. Licking slowly over Mia’s clit, with just the tip of her tongue, and –

Mia’s hands helplessly fell back as she tried to move forward, to delve her hands into Ellie’s hair and hold, and she groaned in pleasured disappointment.

She only managed to catch her breath when she felt Ellie’s tongue lift away from her, blinking her bleary eyes open to look up at Ellie, as Ellie pushed herself up. Her body laid against Mia’s, and she shuddered again at the feeling.

And again, she tried to pull her hand down from the headboard to stroke over Ellie’s back or her ass or anywhere.

Ellie’s grin was sharp and sexy as she realized what Mia had tried to do.

“The first time you come this morning is going to be around my fingers,” Ellie informed her, before she leaned in and kissed Mia.

Intent and hot and a little messy in the most delicious of ways, as she slid her tongue against Mia’s and let her taste herself. She felt her own wetness against Ellie’s chin, whimpering from it. Clenching around nothing –

Only for a second, before Ellie slid two fingers into her, all of the way in.

Mia’s breath caught and held, a full-body shudder wracking through her.

“Do you remember when we got together?” Ellie asked against her lips and Mia moaned, long and low in her throat as she clenched so tightly around Ellie’s fingers.

When she didn’t answer, Ellie stopped those deep thrusts. She pressed her fingers inside, holding them still, keeping her so full, and Mia…

“God,” she moaned, taking in a gasping breath.

“I asked if you remembered when we first got together?” Ellie repeated, and she was using that voice.

The voice she used when she was doing a lecture, when she presented at a conference. That voice that not only was a little detached, but was also the one that reflected her fucking brilliance.

There was something about it that always made Mia instantly wet. It was a problem, actually, because Ellie was literally a genius, so whenever she started talking so intently about her work, Mia was turned on. It was like an instant aphrodisiac.

Right now, Mia didn’t know if she could get more wet, but she knew that she could feel herself dripping down Ellie’s fingers, as she clenched desperately around them.

Fuck, she wanted more. She needed more.

“Ellie,” she panted, rocking her hips against Ellie’s hand.

Ellie’s other hand slid down and pushed Mia’s hips down firmly against the bed, stopping her.

“Just answer the question.”

“Jesus christ,” she swore, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to remember what Ellie wanted the answer to.

“Yes, yes, I remember when we got together. Of course I remember.” How could she ever forget?

Ellie rewarded her, sliding her fingers almost all the way out, before thrusting back in – deep, firm, measured, and Mia gasped, the pleasure rocketing through her as she nodded against the pillow. Yes, god, yes.

“I didn’t know, at first, if you’d like to be touched during sex. Because that first time, you didn’t have me really touch you. Remember?” Ellie asked, and Mia was thrown back to those early days.

The days when Ellie was shyer during sex, less sure. When she didn’t talk like this or even understand the raw power she held over Mia. She didn’t miss those days, because their sex life only got better and better, but fuck, Ellie was dangerous, now.

“I–” she licked her lips, trying to get her brain to work properly. “I just… that was… that wasn’t…”

How could she explain? She couldn’t explain that right now, while Ellie was knuckle-deep inside of her. That night had been so charged and so full of every emotion, and all Mia had wanted was to feel Ellie against her. To have Ellie feel her. To cover Ellie in her wetness and slide against her, and –

“I know. It wasn’t a typical night,” Ellie acknowledged, sliding her fingers out and pushing them, deeply and firmly back in.

“Right,” she agreed, groaning as Ellie kept fucking her.

She pushed her fingers in deep, curling them in a way that made Mia’s toes curl, too, maintaining the steadiest, slowest pace. Something that wouldn’t make Mia come, but would get her to the brink pretty damn effectively.

“I’m so fucking glad you let me touch you like this,” Ellie stated, before she dropped her mouth back down to Mia’s neck.

Her back had already been arching, and now it was even harder and more intense, as Ellie worked her mouth along the straining cord of her neck.

“There’s nothing I want more in the world, every day, than to be able to feel you clenching so hard around my fingers.”

“God, Ellie,” she gasped, pressing herself as hard as she could into Ellie’s hand.

She could feel it, feel her orgasm hurtling toward her, and she grit her teeth. “I’m going to come. Ellie,” she moved to dig her nails into Ellie’s back, trying to stave off her impending orgasm.

But had to settle for digging her nails into her palms, unable to catch her breath as Ellie started fucking her faster.

“Good, I want you to,” Ellie’s words vibrated against her skin as she fucked Mia exactly the way she liked, then dug her teeth into Mia’s neck, and –

And Mia came. So fucking hard, she clenched her hands and could only give herself over to it. And god, coming like this – unable to grab at Ellie and anchor herself, as she fell right over the edge into an orgasm so intense she could barely breathe through it – that was the scary part about being tied to the bed.

But – Mia shuddered, jogging her hips down against Ellie’s still-thrusting hand – she didn’t think she ever came for so long.

She had to just… give herself over to it.

Finally, when her hips dropped down onto the bed, and she tried to catch her breath, she felt some semblance of reality start to filter in and return again.

“Holy shit,” she panted, staring up at the ceiling.

“Holy shit,” Ellie echoed, her own need making her voice sound so strained.

And Mia loved it. She loved that she knew that watching her come made Ellie so desperate for an orgasm, herself. She angled her head to look at Ellie, arching an eyebrow up at her.

She didn’t know what teasing comment she’d intended to say, but she knew she’d intended to say one.

Only for all of her thoughts to completely leave her mind as Ellie slid her fingers gently out of her, before she brought them up to Mia’s lips. What the fuck? How in the world was someone who barely had ever cared about her sex life before so sexy? Mia wondered about it all of the time.

She arched up and took Ellie by surprise, wrapping her lips around Ellie’s fingertips and sucking, before biting her, sharply.

Ellie gasped, then swore, quickly tugging her hand away from Mia and rolling away from her to reach for the bedside table again, her hands shaking.

Mia flexed her wrists, rolling her hands to make sure she hadn’t pulled too tightly when she’d been coming and straining to grab for Ellie. All good. Thank fuck.

Her breath caught in her throat when Ellie turned toward her again, holding their strap.

“I can come again,” she breathed, dragging her gaze from Ellie’s hands to her face, her pussy still pulsing. “But not–”

“I know, you only like so much penetration. I’d thought about that, and weighed my options,” Ellie informed her, her voice trembling slightly, as she re-situated herself between Mia’s thighs. “Either I could fuck you with this, or I could make you come around my fingers. And I decided I wanted to be inside of you when you came and really feel you.”

Oh, yeah, Mia could definitely come again. Her clit throbbed again at Ellie’s words, as if her thigh wasn’t still twitching every few seconds from coming so hard only minutes ago.

“So, the strap…?” She asked, breathlessly.

She knew there was a plan for it; Ellie always had a plan.

And, indeed, Ellie shot her a look, eyebrows furrowed as if she couldn’t understand that Mia had yet put it together.

Instead of explaining with words, though, Ellie slid the harness up onto Mia’s hips after affixing her preferred toy to it, pre-emptively.

Her breath caught in her throat and “Fuck,” she breathed, her hips rocking of their own accord as Ellie adjusted the harness to snugly fit Mia’s hips and thighs.

“Not only did I want to feel you come,” Ellie murmured, as she nodded in satisfaction before she pushed onto her knees and straddled Mia’s hips, holding herself there. “But I had a hypothesis that you’d prefer to watch me like this.”

“Yes, yes, hypothesis has been confirmed,” she hurriedly informed Ellie, moving to drag her hands down to touch Ellie’s perfect thighs or her hips, needing to dig her fingers into her soft skin and feel the moment when Ellie started to lower herself.

Every time Ellie was filled like this, her thigh started to quake, and there was nothing like it.

And she couldn’t fucking touch, no matter how hard she pulled.

It was maddening and yet, somehow, it ramped up her anticipation even more.

“Ellie, please,” Mia begged. She hadn’t begged when Ellie had been fucking her into her own orgasm, but she would beg for this.

She could hardly breathe as she stared at the picture Ellie made.

Bracing one hand on Mia’s stomach as she reached down and grabbed the strap, rubbing the tip of Mia along the length of her pussy, and they both moaned.

She didn’t know where to look. Wildly, Mia didn’t know where to look.

At the way Ellie’s wetness was already starting to coat her tip? The way she was starting to spread open around Mia, but not really? Not enough?

Or at Ellie’s face, as her eyelids fluttered, and her mouth opened on a breath that caught in the back of her throat?

“Fuck yourself against me,” Mia demanded through clenched teeth, painfully aware of the needy whine in her tone.

Ellie groaned at her words, taking the tip inside, and Mia couldn’t breathe as Ellie trembled out a breath.

“All of the way,” she breathlessly commanded, gently jogging her hips up as best she could. Urging Ellie to take more. “I know you can. I can see how wet you are.”

Ellie sank down a couple more inches, and Mia watched with hungry eyes taking in her response to everything. The way her chest and breasts rose and fell rapidly, the way she pressed down harder against Mia’s stomach to balance herself as she forced herself to stop.

Finally, Ellie’s eyes blinked open and held Mia’s, stormy and needy. “I – I want this to be a g-good show for you. This is about you,” she managed out, seeming to just control jerking her hips harder down into Mia.

“The best thing for me right now, is for you to take all of me. For you to fuck yourself the way you need and let me see it all,” the words fell out of Mia’s mouth without a second thought, and it was what she needed.

A low, long keening moan worked out of Ellie’s throat as she lowered herself all of the way down, taking every inch. Mia’s eyes burned with the need to blink but she wasn’t missing a fucking moment.

The long line of Ellie’s throat was exposed as her head fell back, a throaty sound escaping her, and Mia clenched, feeling herself dripping.

“Yes, god, yes, Ellie,” Mia encouraged, her eyes now glued to the spot where Ellie was seated against her. “Come on,” she panted, urging Ellie to take. “Move.”

Ellie dropped her head forward again, blonde hair falling wildly over her shoulders and she looked – she looked like a goddess, Mia thought.

Ellie’s nails bit into Mia’s clenched stomach, as she rolled her hips forward, those breathless, needy sounds escaping her, and Mia’s harmonized with them in their bedroom, echoing off the walls.

“God, I’d give anything to touch you,” she muttered, desperately, as she wrapped her hands around the ties and tightly pulled.

The only thing that was driving her crazier was the fact that she couldn’t. If this was anyone else from Mia’s past, all her restraints would do was fucking frustrate her. But right now, with Ellie, the frustration laced with a desperation that made her pulse with a renewed need.

Starting to feel half-crazed with the molten need that thrummed through her, Mia could barely catch her breath as she stared up at Ellie in a daze. Ellie moved faster, riding her harder, and Mia moaned every time Ellie seated herself fully against Mia’s hips.

She whimpered, herself, every time Ellie ran her free hand over her own body, tugging at her own hard nipples. Jesus fucking christ, she was going to die from this, and she jerked tighter at the silk she’d wrapped her hands around.

“Mia,” Ellie breathed, opening her eyes as she ground down into Mia.

Her hips faltered in their rhythmic rocking, in the way that happened when Ellie was so close to coming. So close, but needed something more.

“Touch your clit,” Mia ordered, the words so low and husky, she didn’t even recognize them. “Now.”

Ellie nodded, sliding the hand she’d been using to toy with her nipples shooting down between them. She choked off a sound of utter pleasure as she rubbed her clit, hard, her movements stuttering.

Mia’s mouth watered at the thought of Ellie’s hard clit in her mouth, rather than being touched by Ellie. She almost urged Ellie to come up and ride her face while she came, but only stopped herself because she didn’t want to miss this. She wanted to see Ellie come all over her.

Bracing her feet flat against the bed, she bent her knees and rolled her hips up into Ellie, meeting her next thrust down.

And just like that, Ellie’s eyes widened in surprise, even as she rubbed her clit faster, and she started shuddering, jerking against Mia. Soft, choked-off sounds escaped her uncontrollably, and Mia stared up at her with wide eyes.

Mia couldn’t help herself from gently rocking her own hips up as Ellie came down from her orgasm, because – it didn’t matter that she’d came a few minutes ago. Or however long it had been; she didn’t really know.

What mattered was that watching Ellie fuck herself against Mia like that had her on the precipice of her own orgasm all over again, and even with the pressure on her clit from the strap, she couldn’t get there like this, and –

And Ellie seemed to realize it, as she slowly blinked open her eyes and stared down at Mia, finally seeming to catch her breath. Her cheeks were flushed and she smiled that sweet, sexy, satisfied smile. The one she wore after she came so hard, like she couldn’t believe it had happened.

“Ellie,” Mia rasped, tugging hard at her ties as she strained to be closer, to touch Ellie, to touch herself to do anything. “I need – I need–”

She couldn’t finish her statement because that was it. She needed.

Every breath she took in trembled out of her, especially as she watched Ellie slowly lift herself off of Mia. Ellie groaned softly in the back of her throat, before she made quick work of reaching down and taking the harness off of Mia.

Before Mia could even try to gain control of her thoughts or what she wanted or what she needed, it didn’t matter.

Because Ellie lowered her head and licked over Mia’s hard, throbbing clit. Not the teasing, delicate tastes she’d had earlier, but purposeful. She stroked her tongue over Mia’s clit like a woman on a mission. The mission to make Mia come so hard she couldn’t stay tethered to reality anymore.

And she knew exactly how to do it.

Mia arched down, rolling her hips wantonly against Ellie’s face, broken cries escaping her lips as she was so, so close. So close to coming for a second time, thrown into an orgasm even stronger and more intense than her first.

She image of Ellie’s head between her thighs mixed with the replay in her mind of Ellie riding her, and when Ellie’s hazel eyes flicked up and locked onto hers as she circled Mia’s clit with her tongue –

“Fuck!” She cried out, her orgasm shuddering through her.

Mia, frankly, had no idea how much time had gone by before she really came back to herself. She was still panting for air, staring wide-eyed up at the ceiling, her body completely melted into the bed.

She only realized that she’d still been tied to the bed when she felt Ellie’s fingers on her wrist, fastidiously undoing the ties that had held up so well. Dazedly, she turned to look at Ellie when she’d released Mia’s other wrist.

And despite feeling completely wrung out, she still felt the warmth wash through her when Ellie held eye contact with her and lifted Mia’s wrists to her mouth, giving her sweet kisses there.

“Was that okay?” Ellie asked quietly, all of her certainty from earlier replaced with concern for Mia as she gently ran her fingertips over Mia’s wrists, the faint marks that were starting to set in from the ties.

Mia had no strength to push herself up right now, so she gestured for Ellie to come and lay down against Mia, instead. She sighed, content, when Ellie did, and she finally was able to wrap her arms around Ellie’s back and feel her.

“I’d say your experiment to make this my best Christmas was a huge success.”

“I guess we’ll wait until next Christmas to see if we can replicate it,” Ellie murmured against her neck. “Or improve upon it.”

Mia might die if that was the case, but she’d die happy.

***

Mia really thought she was doing a great job of not walking around in a complete daze that evening, as Riley, Gianna, and Joel all arrived.

Granted, she couldn’t confirm that.

Because her body was aching in the best of ways, and… how was she supposed to do anything except for think about the way Ellie had made a complete mess of her, earlier?

She’d had hours to try to sort that out, though, and she’d eventually managed to shower and dress and mentally prepare, while Ellie had taken the world’s fastest shower and then had ran into the kitchen to prepare that turkey.

Riley was with Ellie now over at the stove, chatting about it, and Mia’s lips quirked to a grin as she lifted her glass of wine to take a sip. Sex, and holiday music, and warmth, and Ellie, and a… family?

Best Christmas ever.

She paused when she heard Gianna deliberate clear her throat as she sidled up next to her. Turning to face Gianna, she arched a look at her in question as Gianna was giving her a knowing, sly smile.

“I see you had a very merry Christmas,” Gianna murmured all knowingly, in that way Gianna had.

Confused, Mia followed Gianna’s gaze…

Only to feel herself blush when she looked down at her own wrist, where her sweater had risen up a few inches when she’d taken a sip of her drink.

Yeah, there was the faint but distinct pink indent from the tie still there.

Honestly – as she’d assured Ellie throughout the morning – the ties hadn’t been too tight; Mia had pulled too tight at some point that she couldn’t even recall.

Biting the inside of her cheek, she arched a smart look back at Gianna. “Before you say anything else, I’d like to remind you that when I saw your bra in Riley’s apartment before you two were together, and she was acting incredibly suspicious, I said not a single word about it.”

Not even to Ellie, even though she’d wanted to so badly.

Gianna’s eyebrows inched up, even as she deferentially tilted her own wine glass toward Mia. “Touché, my sister-in-law, touché.”

Mia swallowed hard, staring down at Gianna’s glinting engagement and wedding rings that were already situated on her finger. She didn’t have the same rings on her finger, but the thought of it ignited something inside of her. Because she did have a ring…

Maybe this was the right time to use it. It was, after all, supposed to be the most magical time of the year, right?

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