Thunderstorm

Author's Note: Yes... I am a terrible person. I'm so sorry for not updating The Stranger. I'm shelfing it for a while because I've hit a complete and utter roadblock with it even though I absolutely KNOW where I want it to go. I can't even tell you how many times I've started writing and scrapped chapter 12. Ugh. Might just start my next chaptered story and get my mind working again. Try and get me away from the TV/ The Sims 3.

This was in response to a challenge issued by CandyCaner (like a week ago *blush*). She just wanted a femslash oneshot and she said she might write one with the author's name in it (if she liked the one shot enough). Hope Y'all like it!

Off we go!

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I slowly opened my eyes to a dark room. My bedroom. At least that was where I had fallen asleep.

I scrunched up my face in annoyance. What woke me up?

Bright white light flashed outside the window and then was followed four seconds later by a loud rumble that rolled through the air.

“Oh… shit”

I hid under my head under my blanket just as the rain started falling, another flash and roll of thunder following it.

I had no problem with the rain, damn I love rain, but I’m terrified of thunder and lightning. Like, need a diaper, terrified. Ever since fishing at that lake with my Dad, thirteen years ago, and that lightning strike almost fuckin’ hit me, I’ve been a wuss when It came to thunder storms.

I tried to only listen to the rain, but my body involuntarily jumped and shivered when more thunder rumbled. It sounded closer and louder, or maybe I’m just being paranoid.

“Fuck.” Now I wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep until it was over.

“Shit!” My cell phone rang suddenly, scaring me even further. I pulled back the cover from my face and looked for it. It was vibrating its way across the end table and I caught it just as it was about to fall off the edge.

I flipped it open without looking at the caller id, huddled back under my safety blanket and spoke.

“Hello?”

“Farrah?”

“Cameron? Why are you calling me at,” I raised the blanket just enough to look at the clock, “2:30 in the morning?”

“Well, I-I know how scared you get of thunderstorms and how you’re all alone at your parent’s house, I was just wondering if you wanted some company?” I furrowed my brow, it was way too early.

I wasn’t supposed to have any people over during the night. My parents had made that very clear when they told me to look over the house. I had accepted because it got me out of that tiny house that I was sharing with all the other PhD applicants.

“Why are you awake Cameron? It’s frickin 2:30am.”

“I wanted to stay up to hear the rain and as soon as the thunder started I knew it would travel to you sooner or later.”

Another flash of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a roll of thunder. I squeaked and burrowed further into the center of the bed.

“Yeah. Get over here. Please.” I heard a giggle come from her end of the line. “Shut up, okay? You haven’t had near death experiences with lightning before.” More giggling.

“Farrah, go into the den, light a fire, and put on some music. I’ll be over there in twenty to thirty minutes.”

“Stop making fun of me. “ I snapped the phone shut and dropped it onto the ground. After a couple more minutes of cowering like a baby, I warily got up from my bed and rooted around in my hamper for a relatively clean bra. Lifting up my tank top just enough, I put on the bra and pulled the top back down into place. I deodorized, pulled my long, black hair back into a bun, brushed my teeth and walked out to the hallway –jumping whenever a crush of thunder sounded.

I made a stop at the linen closet on the way to pull out some blankets and pillows so I could still have some sort of safety blanket. I walked into the Den and cooed at the giant Irish Wolfhound that was lying in his dog bed. He was a lazy fucker, but he won many hunting awards for my dad, so they treated him like a prince. They always kept the Den door open for him to walk in and out of because it was his favorite room.

“Hey Gibson! Cameron is coming over, so be a good boy.” I could swear that he rolled his eyes. He gave no care about us humans, as long as he was fed, was able to maul birds, and could go outside, he was satisfied with life.

I threw the blankets and pillows in front of the fireplace and placed some logs into the metal rack in the hearth. Once it was set up to my liking, I lit a piece of paper with a match and stuck the paper under the logs; a blaze began in no time.

The warmth emanating from the flames curled around my body as they got larger and larger. I moved over to the stack of jazz CDs my mom collected and picked out one that I particularly enjoyed. I placed it into the boom box and set my favorite song to repeat. It was a smooth song with a soft piano and lilting saxophone lead. I closed my eyes and rubbed my neck, enjoying the relaxing song.

I arranged the pillows and blankets into a better position and lay back, just listening and relaxing to the beautiful music.

A pounding on the door made me scream and look around like a frightened puppy. Then I heard a loud laugh from the direction of the door. I snarled and shot up to my feet, stomping my way over to the door.

When I opened it, the first thing I saw was my girlfriend, Cameron, kneeling on the ground because she was laughing so hard.

“Can’t… breath!”

“Ha, fuckin, ha. I should just leave you on my doorstep to rot.” She laughed harder. I just continued to stand there, tapping my foot and waiting out the humiliation. When she finally calmed down, she made her way up to her two feet, grabbed her overnight bag and walked into the foyer.

I closed and locked the door behind her. She smiled and kissed me gently. I pushed her off and stalked off to the Den. She laughed and ran to catch up with me.

“Drop your bag off in my room and then meet me in the Den.” I took the fork in the hallway towards my intended room and she walked off to the other direction.

I placed another log into the fire and watched the flames begin to lap at the fresh wood. The cracks and the pops were sounds that I loved. It reminded me of campfires and fishing trips. I smiled as I delved into the happy memories, other than that fishing trip with dad with the deathly lightening.

No.

BAD.

The jazz music had been repeating while I was getting the door and it was beginning again. The soft tones of the saxophones rang through my ears. I hummed in time with their tones as a pair of arms wrapped around my midsection.

“If I hadn’t seen you naked multiple times already, I would’ve thought you were, like, forty or something, Farrah.”

“Why? Because I like Jazz?” I turned around in her arms and stared down at her. Her short blonde hair was messy and unstyled. She must’ve rushed her way over here.

“It didn’t take you twenty minutes to get over here, Cameron.” She smiled sheepishly and kissed my neck.

“I was driving my way over here as I called you. I just really wanted to see you.”

“We saw each other just 2 days ago. You can’t live without me that long?” I scruffed up her hair a bit more and kissed her.

“Nope! Needed my fix.” She smiled like a cat and tackled me to the ground. I grunted at the impact but wasn’t surprised; she always did things like this.

I pushed her off of me and get settled onto the pillows and blankets. I watched the fire as she undressed. She slowly peeled off her shirt, tossing it to the side and then shimmied her jeans off.

“I see that you felt that underwear was not a priority tonight.”

Cameron shook her head, smiled, and laid down next to me. She hugged my waist and snuggled her head into the crook of my neck. She kissed my pulse point gently and slipped her fingertips under the hem of my tank top. She stroked her way upwards and felt my breast through my bra.

The rain pounded down harder outside. It was almost musical. The ‘tink’ sounds that the drops made as they thudded against the windows, walls, and the ceiling were nearly hypnotic. I almost nodded off.

Cameron tweaked my nipple harshly and I yelping, jerking upwards.

“Fuck! You big meanie! Why would you do that?” I lifted my shirt and threw it off, taking my bra off after it. I checked my nipple to make she didn’t pry it right off.

“So I could get your clothes off.” She tongued my other nipple and lay half of her body on me.

“You know, there’s a nicer way of doing that? It’s called asking.”

She smiled evilly.

“Hmmm… not fast enough.” I rolled my eyes and pushed down my sweatpants. I didn’t want her slapping me on the crotch, just to get me to take off my pants.

“You learn quickly, Farrah!”

“More like I know that you’re ready to inflict pain just to get me naked.”

“I’ll do whatever I can to get my sex time with you.” She was grinning up at me like a Cheshire cat as she reached down and slipped the boxer shorts off of me.

“You have no sense of decency. I mean that in the meanest way possible.” I kept the most serious face possible.

“I love you too, Farrah!” She leaned down and nuzzled my bellybutton. I sighed and let my head fall backward onto the pillows.

She licked her way down from my bellybutton to the apex of my thighs. She lightly kissed all around and placed her hands on my knees, nudging them to get me to open up.

“I-I… I haven’t shaved in a while, Cameron. I’m sorry.” She fully opened my legs and settled herself in between.

“It’s perfectly fine, darling. I’m not going to break up with you because your landing strip needs to be mowed.” She kissed the outer lips of my vagina and licked up the slight moisture that had begun to drip out. I moaned lightly and arched my back.

She chuckled.

“You’re really sensitive tonight. What’s up?”

“I… Well, I guess –hah, oh goodness –I guess two days was long for me as well.” She lifted her head and laughed at me. I stuck my tongue out at her. She then gave a long lick and swirled her tongue around my clit. I was especially sensitive there ever since I had gotten it pierced. Once it had healed, Cameron had way too much fun exploring what kinds or noise I would make if she moved the metal bar in different ways.

Cameron began sucking on my pearl lightly and tongued the metal bar. I writhed underneath her and she brought one hand to my stomach and pushed hard, pinning me to the floor. I whined and ran my fingers through her hair. I could damn near feel her smirking.

She penetrated me with a finger, slowly but forcefully. She crooked it in time with her tongue’s movements, pushing the tip of her finger up against that spot inside me, the one that makes me squirm (and I would’ve if she wasn’t pinning me down). She lifted her head from between my legs and licked her lips.

“You should totally get a vibrating clit ring. I bet you’d love it.”

“You’d make me wear it in the middle of a session with a patient. I just know it.” She smirked and thrust an extra finger inside or me. I gasped and tossed my head back.

“Baby… wai-wait. Turn around.”

She made a weird face at me.

“You want me to stop tonguing you and turn away from you?”

“Ugh…” I dropped my head back and rolled my eyes. “There is absolutely no way to say this gently and cleverly.” I paused and brought my head back up to look in her warm eyes. She had missed some moisture while licking her lips. I rose up and licked my fluids off of the corner of her mouth.

“I want to sixty-nine. Sound good?”

She closed her eyes and kissed me. Her tongue stroked over the flesh of my cheeks, my teeth and tongue. She nibbled at my lips and then licked them afterwards to soothe the bites.

“You’re right… There is absolutely no way to smoothly ask to sixty-nine.” We laughed together and got into position.

We lay on our sides and I leaned in. I opened her legs and licked at her clit, sucking gently. I moaned while sucking as she began to pleasure me again. I brought my hand up and thrust two fingers into her. She moaned in response and bucked into my fingers.

I thrust them in and out and licked the hood of her clit, moving it up and down. I shook my head a bit and sucked the clit into my mouth again. Her thighs quivered and almost clamped down around my head. I chuckled a bit and she retaliated by playing with my piercing.

My thighs then began to quiver. I moaned loudly, and thrust my fingers into her faster. I tried to not lose focus on her pleasure, but it was quite difficult. She was damn good at what she was doing. She knew it too. We had timed it once; she got my off by just using her fingers and mouth in three minutes and forty-seven seconds. I had never felt so accomplished and embarrassed at the same time.

We both sped up our sucking and licking, moaning as we made the race to completion. My body was perspiring and trembling in exhaustion. I wanted it to be done and to never be done.

I pulled my fingers out of her and thrust my tongue into her. She yelped and I used my hand to frantically rub at her clit. She mimicked my actions onto my body and I keened in pleasure.

It became too much to handle. I bucked my hips in time with her thrusting tongue. My heart pounded. My lungs were fighting for air.

The pleasure finally exploded inside my abdomen and I swear I went blind for a second.

After a few moments, I had caught my breath and extricated my head from her thighs.

“Hey… Cameron… Did you –“

“Yeah baby. I came. Don’t worry.”

“Good. I kinda… well, got caught up in the moment there.”

“Me too, darling.” We repositioned our bodies and lay back on the pillows and blankets together.

“Hey… storms finished.”

I listened and all I could hear was the soft jazz and the fire that was crackling away.

“Hmm… nice distraction technique.”

She giggled and snuggled up next to me.