Sexual relief. Slasha NC-17

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Before Deirdre gets back: Slink/Tasha. NC-17
Stephie felt like crap and she didn't know why.

No, that was a blatent lie. She knew why, she just hated herself for being so mindlessly selfish.


Her weekend had been, in a word, incredible. The music, the people, the sheer atmosphere of the place for a solid weekend had made it one of the best weekends she'd ever had. There were so many little happy, hilarious, exciting memories she hadn't stopped grinning till they'd piled out of the van and been greeted by Evey's somber face and the cast of characters standing behind her and it had all come crashing down after that.

And Stephie had barely said a word in the whole tumult of explanations and breakdowns and leftover birthday pizza. She'd watched Renee's face crumble and wanted nothing more than to stamp her foot and order this to stop happening. Because everyone had been so happy, goddamnit! and it wasn't fair that it could be taken away so fucking easily. She wanted to sit down with Evey and Deirdre and compete with the others over telling them how fantastic the festival had been, recalling the jokes and laughing all over again and not have to deal with this kidnapping shit.

Demonic kidnapping shit. Oh no, there was no way they could force her to deal with that after that weekend. Nuh uh. She'd just go for a walk and come back and it would all be how it was supposed to be.

And as she walked she just wanted to beat herself for caring more about herself than about the kids, Peter, Deirdre, for gods sake. Because how dare she be so fucking selfish?

Because it couldn't be happening. Demons didn't jsut appear and steal someone's children and force one of your best friends into a probably battle to the death over them. That wasn't the kind of thing that happened in the real world. It just wasn't.

But Deirdre had wings and eyes as black as anything, and Peter had journals of his past and... oh, how easy those things were to ignore at the moment. How easy it was just to shove it all back into the depths of her mind and forget.

But it wasn't. Because thanks to all this, Download would be remembered as the festival ruined by the kidnapping and- fuck it, she didn't want this demon shit in her life, not now, not tonight.

She walked with her eyes glaring daggers at the ground, kicking at everything in her path and trying oh so hard not to think. Rearranging the world was so hard and she'd been trying to find- what? Somewhere solid to stand, somewhere she understood, somewhere she fit, and she'd been struggling to find this place for months. Since she'd been caught breaking into The Dick's apartment and she and Sophie had fallen apart, then juvie, then being kicked out of her parents. And she thought that maybe she'd found that place, but it was turned abso-fucking-lutely upside down once more by redheads sprouting wings.

And now was not the time.

Stephie looked up and found herself in Tasha's neighbourhood. Oh perfect.
She stood on the street corner for some time, bottom lip between her teeth and frowning at the stupid world. Eventually she let her feet decide and they took her to Tasha's house, her fist knocking on the door.

"Hey." she said, when the other girl opened the door. "Got an absinthe?"


Tasha took one look at Slink and let her lips spread into a sympathetic smile. "Da. Yes. You're in luck. I bought it for Renee, but it looks like you need it more than her right now."

Tasha led Slink inside and to the absinthe in her room. "So, do you want to talk about your sorrows, drown them, or both?"

Stephie made a noncommital noice and took a shot of the luminous green liquid, crossing her eyes at it went down. Oh god she'd forgotten how much absinthe burned. Goodbye oesophagus. "I'm good," she told Tasha, sitting down on the girl's bed. "How'd you handle a me-less weekend?"

"Horny as fuck," Tasha responded matter of factly. "I left you what was probably not-so-cute a message to that effect."

She grabbed a tumbler and the bottle and sat down next to Slink, knocking back a fair sized swing before passing the bottle back to her. "How was your weekend of wild Tasha-less fun?"

Stephie laughed at Tasha's bluntness and braved another swing of absinthe-McBurney pants. "Missed me then?" she said, tilting her head to one side and biting her bottom lip, giving Tasha a devilish look.

"Always," Tasha smiled, knocking back a little more absinthe and licking her lips. "I would have sold my black little soul to be there with you... Cradle of Filth, Slink and a tent of our own... what more could a girl ask for?"

She drew a little closer, wanting nothing more than to taste the absinthe on the other girl's lips.

Stephie didn't bother to reply, just closed the distance between them and kissed her hard, her arm snaked round Tasha's back and pulled her suddenly closer.

Well, that worked for Tasha. Who needed to talk, anyway? She returned the kiss passionately, her tongue working its way into Slink's mouth to play with hers. She could taste the absinthe on her, feel the desperation of the passion in respone to whatever was wrong with her.

Tasha would make her forget about that soon enough...

That was exactly what Stephie was counting on. Tasha was a different part of her life completely, away from all of... everything. Stephie still had as little idea of where she fit around Tasha as she did with the rest of her life at the moment, but when she was with her- with Tasha pressed hard and soft against her- it was too intense to think about anything anyway.

There was no need to go slow anymore. There was nothing either of them hadn't seen. Tasha pulled off Slink's top and bra, wanting to feel the girl's flesh beneath her hands now. Oh God, she was so beautiful...

Tasha climbed onto Slink's lap and pushed her down on the bed, teasingly playing with the other girl's nipples, a mischievous smile on her face. Then she reached beneath the bed, and produced a pair of handcuffs.

"Trust me?" she asked with a grin.

Stephie arched her back at the sensation of Tasha's hands on her breasts, letting a soft moan escape her lips. Handcuffs. "Would it stop you if I didn't?" Stephie smirked, running her hands up Tasha's thighs.

"Nyet," Tasha grinned, and with expert speed, slipped the handcuffs around Slink's wrists and secured her to the black wrought-iron frame of her bed.

With a devious glint in her eyes, she reached for the stereo remote and flicked it on. The Sisters of Mercy greeted their ears with the song Mother Russia, which caused a right grin on Tasha's face. With superb balance, she rose to her feet to stand above Slink on the bed, and slowly unhooked the back of her PVC corset top that she had worn just for Slink's benefit...

Stephie tugged her wrists against the handcuffs- no, there was no give at all. She grinned a little as another rush of adrenaline shot through her and she strained her body upwards, towards Tasha.

Tasha wasn't about to give Slink what she wanted just yet. Not before giving her the show of a lifetime, first. She dropped the corset top over the side of the bed, leaving nothing but a lacey black push-up bra. Tasha unfastened it, but held it to her for the minute as she swayed to the music. Then slowly, she let it fall away, revealing her large, sensuous breasts that definitely seemed to run in the family. Her piercings glittering, she tossed the bra over her shoulder and leaned over Slink, before rising once more to start undoing her leather pants...

Stephie watched Tasha with hungry eyes, a devilish little smile on her lips. "Fuck, you're gorgeous."

Tasha smiled warmly at the compliment. "There's certainly nothing to complain about from up here, either, my beautiful little nymphetamine."

Spurred on by the compliment, Tasha removed her pants just a little bit quicker than she might have otherwise, kicking them off the bed with the rest of her clothes. All that was left were her knickers, but they could remain for now.

She lowered herself down onto Slink, letting her thighs press against Slink's sides. Then she moved back and started to remove Slink's remaining clothing, slowly as if revealing her naked flesh for the first time...

The feeling of Tasha's fingers against her legs as she unbuttoned Stephie's jeans was unbelievable. The fact that such a breif touch could tease so much... "Come kiss me." Stephie murmured, looking down at Tasha with wide, faux-innocent eyes.

Tasha grinned and finished pulling off Slink's clothes before licking her tummy and slowly working her way up, kissing every inch of her. When she reached Slink's breasts, she licked teasingly around her nipples, never actually touching them, before moving up to her neck and finally meeting her lips with a voracious kiss.

Stephie returned Tasha's kiss with vigour, pressing her body up against Tasha's. If there had been any pesky thoughts still hanging around her head, they scarpered as sensations took over thought completely. Stephie wrapped her hands around the chain of the cuffs and hooked her bare legs round Tasha's back, keeping her pressed close.

The captive was trying to hold the captor. Well, now that wouldn't do! Tasha grabbed Slink's thigh, loving the feel of her, and slid down through her legs. She smiled devilishly and clamped her mouth onto Slink's inner thigh, working her lips and her tongue to drive the girl wild. There would be a lovely hickey there before long, which was just what Tasha wanted. A mark to claim her territory.

"Aaahh!" Stephie gasped, then turned it into a noice deeper in her throat. She gripped the chains harder, her head thrown back and eyes closed- oh god, Tasha was so close.

It wasn't going to be that easy. Tasha moved her kisses up to Slink's hip, then finally to her nipple, sucking gently and moving her tongue round and round, slowly at first then moving ever faster...

And then she slid her fingers inside, the warmth and wetness making Tasha wet as well, not to mention the delicious shudder that ran through Slink's body as she finally touched her in just the right spot...

A whimper of pleasure escaped Stephie's parted lips as she felt Tasha's fingers slide between her legs and she strained against the cuffs, wanting to be closer- wanting everything. She pulled her knee up and spread her legs wider, pushing herself against Tasha's fingers, gasping for breath.

Tasha pressed a little harder, a little deeper, but only for a moment. She drew her fingers out and moved down once more, her kisses trailing down from Slink's breasts to her tummy, lower still... slowly, she circled between Slink's quivering legs with her tongue, almost, almost giving it to her...

"Mmmmm," Stephie begged. "Tashaaaaa."

Tasha stopped for one more teasing moment, then finally pressed her tongue in, slowly caressing Slink right where she wanted it. Velvet tongue on silky flesh, stroking her over and over, faster and faster... and always pulling back every so often to tease her just that little bit more... She reached up to play with Slink's nipples again as she pleasured her, wanting to give the girl every sensation possible now that she had been driven to beg for it...

The chain was going to leave marks across her palms, she was gripping it so hard. She couldn't believe the feeling of Tasha's tongue against her- but it was the good kind of disbelief- the all-consuming, can't-feel-anything-but-this kind, and Stephie couldn't stop herself from crying out as her whole body started to burn with wow.

There was something different about being with Slink. Tasha had never enjoyed giving someone else pleasure like this before. She'd always liked torturing others... but the only reason she was interested in giving them the orgasm was because without that, they wouldn't let her do the rest. But this was different. It wasn't about Tasha. Not all of it, anyway. She wanted to pleasure Slink, wanting to feel her writhing in ecstacy. That, she was certainly doing a good job of, and providing some beautiful sound effects as well. They made Tasha want to press harder, deeper, to make Slink feel more. The very thought of what she was making Slink feel was making Tasha's heart beat hard against her chest. This was definitely something new.

"Tasha," she moaned, pressing her face against the cool pillow. "Tashaaa... oh god!" Her voice failed her and she bit down hard on the pillow, moaning hard, coming hard.

Tasha didn't let up for an instant, but kept her tongue going fast and hard as Slink pressed against her, hips bucking with the intensity of her orgasm. She wanted Slink to experience wave after wave, to keep the orgasm going as long as possible. She wouldn't stop until Slink sank down in post-orgasmic bliss.

It was almost too much. Her jaw ached from biting the pillow, her hands from the cuffs, but everything else- oh, it was so very worth it. Her body gave one last shudder and she let go of the pillow, breathing hard, her thighs trembling.

Tasha crawled up to straddle Slink, giving her quite a lovely view as she leaned over to undo the handcuffs. "How are you feeling, babe?" she asked with a mischievous smile.