Interlewd - Tops

Eh, lemme know what you think?

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I think the plan, according to Fran, was to drag me to her bedroom and have her way with me. A sort of reversal of last time, maybe? 

Only that’s not what I wanted. Well... okay, so yes, getting pinned down by Fran, when she looked this hot and steamy and dangerous was very much the kind of thing I would have very nice dreams about, but I had already worked very hard to establish things here.

I liked Fran. That wasn’t hard to admit. She was hot, passionate, smart and—

My inner monologue ran into a brick wall at a thousand miles and hour as Fran shoved me back into the wall again, then came in close. “You’re thinking,” she said.

“Yeah,” I replied. I was so close I could feel her breath tickling my lips. 

“You can stop doing that now,” Fran replied. “Let me help? It’s the least I can do.”

I grinned, then quick as I could, I reached up and tried to grab her hand. Only she moved it, and I ended up only grasping her around the wrist, our arms tangled together between us. “I’m fine,” I said. “I wouldn’t want to abuse your hospitality.”

Fran’s eyes widened a little. “Oh? But you’d abuse other things, wouldn’t you?”

“Only within certain limits,” I replied. “I’m a gentlelady like that.” I stepped forwards.

Fran took only one step back before stopping both of us with a decisive click of her heel on the hardwood floor. She settled there, holding me back. That step was enough to drag her into the light pouring in from the kitchen, and from the skyscrapers across the street. A thousand little dots of while caught in her eyes, something I’d have never been able to see with E-rank eyes. 

“Gentlelady?” she asked. “That’s what you’re going with?”

“Isn’t it true?” I asked.

“As true as many of the other things you say,” Fran replied.

“Are you saying that I’m a liar?” I asked.

She chuckled, deep and dark. “I think that you believe yourself very clever. You caught me at a disadvantage last time.”

“Want to know a secret?” I asked.

“What?”

“If I didn’t come to you, you came to me. Then things might have turned out a little different.”

“I knew it,” Fran hissed.

“Don’t be annoyed. The way things turned out were nice for you, no?”

She flushed, then glared and stepped right up and into me. I felt my eyes widen a little as her chest bumped into me... soft, was all I thought for a moment before Fran kissed me.

It wasn’t the smoothest kiss. It was rougher, demanding, almost forceful.

I think that Fran had decided that we were going to fuck, but she wanted to take charge, and that meant being a whole lot more aggressive than usual. 

My breath hitched as I felt her hands land on my waist, then my hips. Her fingers shifted around and I felt a pull as she slid two fingers into the band of my pants and tugged. “Fran,” I said. “Wait.”

She actually slowed down, pulling out of the kiss. She was breathing heavy, the taste of expensive, mana-rich alcohol washing over me. “What? Did... did you not want this?”

“Yeah, sorry, just, wasn’t, uh, expecting it to go this fast,” I said.

“Oh... is it a bad time?”

“What? Oh, no, I’m good and ready to go,” I said with a cocksure grin. My hands reached up and slowly wrapped around her back. My leg moved up, knee tapping against her thigh. “Just... maybe I don’t want to be pushed around so much, huh?”

God, she was soft, but unlike Jane, who had a lot of... give to her, who was more fluffy and squishy, Fran’s softness was only so deep. Beneath that was muscle and strength and... and the look in her eyes sent a thrill down my spine. 

“Too bad,” she said. I held back a squeak as she pressed in again. Her poor wall was taking a beating as I bumped into it one more time. 

She pressed me against it, a hand reaching down and grabbing my ass and upper thigh and forcing me up and off balance.

She was only a little taller than me, but with her holding me up I had to look down to meet her eyes. She wasn’t panting, but she was breathing faster, excited, and her hair, which had been coifed so good she might have walked off the set of a magazine photo-shoot a few minutes ago was now tousled and loose and a little messy and holy shit Fran was hot, even when her big hair drills were fraying apart. 

“I like this version of you,” she said as her hand squeezed my glutes, fingers digging in.

“This version of me?” I repeated.

“You’re always pretending to be in charge, and it’s... attractive. I like competence,” she said. “And you were very, very competent in bed, I’ll give you that. But it’s nice seeing you on the backfoot, trying to pretend hard enough that you're in charge that you regain control.”

“I’m not always pretending,” I said. I leaned forwards, stealing her lips even as I wrapped an arm around her neck, fingers slipping into her hair which was so damned silky. I wondered what she used for her hair.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” she said before kissing me again. Then she shifted, and I almost fell. I might have if she didn’t move to keep me steady. My shoulder rammed a painting askew, then I was stumbling back. Somehow, I made it through the door into her bedroom, falling back against an onslaught of kisses and grabbing hands.

My coat was removed and discarded. I managed to free my arms long enough to reach down and start tugging up the hem of Fran’s dress, the tight little corpo-chic thing clinging to her even as it rode up high enough on her hips to let me catch a bare glimpse of lacy panties. 

I didn’t get to capitalize on that as I was womanhandled again. The back of my thigh caught on the edge of her mattress and I fell with an oompf atop her fancy duvet. Fran didn’t hesitate. She reached to her hip and tugged her dress up even more. I was temporarily disabled by the sight of that much bare skin with powerful muscles moving beneath. 

Then she was riding on top of me, ass on my knees, hands pressing down on my stomach. “Lights,” she ordered. “Semi-dim.”

The lights in the room came on, but only enough to illuminate the space in a soft orange. “Fancy.”

“Hmm,” she agreed. Then her hands were fumbling with my belt. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while.”

“Yeah?” I replied smartly. I was a little stunlocked, but I overcame it. Thankfully, I’d recently had a few crash-courses in intimacy. I think the me of... well, the other timeline, the original one? At this same date and time, if this kind of thing were happening, I would have been a giggly, innocent mess.

I was still feeling a little giggly, but that wasn’t hot, so I held it in. Instead I reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it up. Fran even helped me, reaching to the back of her neck and undoing something that loosened the dress enough that she was able to slip out of it.

And speaking of things that could slip out of things, I was left staring as Fran pinned me down, wearing nothing but the danger in her eyes and designer lingerie that squeezed things together and made it all look very good. 

“You’re drooling,” she said, flatly.

“I am not,” I said as I tore my eyes upwards. I mean, I really wasn’t, but it might have been close. In this lighting, in this position, Fran looked like a goddess. 

She finished with my belt and tugged my zipper down. I had the wherewithal to shift my hips as she pulled my pants and boxers down, and wow, it was cool in this room, fresh air brushing against unclothed skin. 

Fran fell forwards, a hand thumping into the bed next to my head, her hair falling down to frame my face before she leaned down and continued kissing me.

I was lost in that kiss for a good long time. Her tongue came out to play, and I found myself straining upwards, wrestling for control.

My hands somehow found their way to a breast, and I squeezed around the soft lace. Fran groaned into my mouth, and it was one of the hottest things ever.

Then her other hand was pressed up against my lower stomach. Her fingers were cold against flushed skin, and I gasped. 

I gasped harder as she ran her fingers down and between my legs. Legs squeezed together by the pants still stuck around my knees. She didn’t seem to mind that, though. Her fingers found what she was looking for, and I curved into her touch, spreading my legs as much as I could despite the constraints. 

“Not so in charge now, are you?” she replied in a purr that had a shiver running down my spine.

I couldn’t even think of a clever reply. This would have been a good time for a sassy comeback, for something witty, but I just grunted and pressed into her. “Fran,” I gasped.

Fran’s face caught the light, and there was something there. Pride? “I bought a few things, after last time,” she said. “A few... toys, I think is what they’re called. I’m certainly going to have fun with them.”

Ah. So that was her plan? She was just gonna tie me down and have her fun until I couldn’t think straight? 

I mean, I liked that plan, but I also wanted... well, I did like being in charge.

I pushed up, twisting at the same time. My legs were still caught, but I was able to press off the bed and drag Fran down with me. She let out a surprised gasp as she fell onto her side, then I was kicking off my pants and shifting to be on top.

“My turn?” I asked.

She glared, then grinned. “If you can manage it,” she replied. “Don’t be gentle. Because I wasn’t planning on being gentle with you. And if you can’t handle me, then I will handle you.”

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