“Eva! We… mmph… can’t…” The rest of the words on the tip of Alyssa’s tongue were swallowed by the blonde in front of her. She could feel her lips as they curled up into a smile at the other postgrad student’s feeble interjection.
“Can't, what? Hmm? Alyssa if you do not speak up, I will not know what you want.” The hand that gripped both of the smaller woman’s wrists above them squeezed in reminder of their positions. “But not too loud, of course. We do not want anyone else to hear.”
Eva’s free hand went to the brunette’s rear and palmed the woman in one decisive motion that screamed ‘Mine!’ Alyssa gasped and arched herself closer to the blonde and away from the dusty wall of the supply closet that Eva had dragged them into. Eva answered the brunette’s instinctive demand with a slow nuzzle of her lips against the exposed olive skin of Alyssa’s neck.
“Please… We… I need to- ah!” The blonde not so gently nipped at the other postgrad’s pulse point.
“What do you need to do, hmm? Is there somewhere else that you need to be?” She growled into the soft skin of her lover as the other woman whimpered against the ministrations along her neck and ass. “Does it have anything to do with,” and the hand that originally kept the smaller woman’s arms suspended above them suddenly ghosted above the tiara embedded within the brunette’s elaborate updo. “This, hmm?”
Alyssa froze at the accusation, her eyes wide as they surveyed the blonde as deft fingers gently tapped at the base of the accessory.
“Oh, Eva, please-”
But if the blonde heard the plea in her voice, she chose to ignore it. Instead, her fingers danced around the object and towards the back of the smaller woman’s head. Her fingers found the beginning of a sea of bobby pins beneath the surface.
“I am sure that you have been too busy,” The emphasis on the word was accompanied by a single pluck of a bobby pin as she removed it from the trapped locks. “To see the outside gardens. They look absolutely stunning, I think, for the ceremony to come.”
Pluck. Pluck. Pluck.
“It would be a terrible shame if the bride was nowhere to be found?” Alyssa’s eyes went wide as she processed exactly what Eva was doing. Eyes that had been clouded with desire just moments before were suddenly sparked with anger at the other woman. Her lips parted to deliver a slew of sharp words, only to gasp as Eva took advantage of her long fingers and positioning to dance her appendages right over the other woman’s most responsive petals. While she didn’t breach the silken barrier that stood between her and the prize underneath, Eva was more than capable of making the other woman writhe.
Which was all the distraction she needed to remove the silver tiara from its place on her lover’s crown. Liberated from the army of pins, the accessory tumbled harmlessly to the ground as Eva’s fingers took their place in the brunette’s wild locks.
“There, much better.” The taller woman stepped closer still as her face nuzzled into Alyssa's hair. “You do not need a crown to remind yourself who you belong to?”
She punctuated the question with a sudden curl of her fingers, the silken barrier proved that it might as well not have existed in the face of Eva’s desire and expertise. Alyssa had let out a sharp keen, the reminder to be quiet lost on the brunette as her hips rocked against her lover’s insistent digits. Her eyes were closed, all attempts to put a stop to this ceased in the face of the oncoming wave she could feel build up. Closer and closer.
And then Eva stopped her ministrations and pushed the brunette further against the wall to halt the other woman’s own movement. Alyssa cried out in surprise and disappointment as she could feel herself right on the edge, but blocked by the very person who she needed that last push from.
“Eva, what are you-”
“You did not answer me, just who do you belong to?”
Under any other circumstances, Alyssa would have lashed out at the audacity of the other woman. But she was so close she could practically taste the sensation. The brunette sobbed against her lover, like a drug addict so desperate for that next big high.
“Yours! I’m yours. Please, Eva just - “ And the blonde redoubled her efforts, and Alyssa would have sighed in relief but she found her hips free and suddenly she was far too occupied with her quest to get that much closer to those masterful digits.
When the wave finally crashed down on her, Eva was quick to swallow the scream that was sure to follow with a heated kiss. She held the smaller woman through the aftershocks of her orgasm, her lips there to cushion the various whimpers and sighs that threatened to escape. Eventually the intensity of the moment died down and the two were left sagged against each other and Eva’s hands were still buried in curly chestnut locks as she kissed the other woman one last time.
“Yours, for however long you will have me, and even then forever after that.” Alyssa smiled at the blonde’s whispered admission, even as she could barely stand with the way her legs felt like putty beneath her.
The sound of the closet door as it slammed open caused both women to jump. Julie stared in horror at the scene before her, her eyes noticeably glued to the deft fingers that were threaded throughout the brunette’s curly locks.
“You… You…” The shock on the redhead’s face slowly morphed to that of anger and frustration at the duo before her. “I cannot believe you two!”
She pointed to the tousled remains of Alyssa’s updo. “Do you know how long it took me to wrangle her hair into that tiara?! Hours!”
Alyssa had the decency to look suitably ashamed and embarrassed at the admonishment. Eva just looked smug at her handywork.
“Alyssa looks fine!” Eva winked at her fiancée. “If anything, I think she looks beautiful just the way she is.” The purr that accompanied that statement made the rest of the dual bridal party, obscured from view by the redhead that raged at the forefront, groan at the blonde. Julie huffed and pulled Alyssa from the closet.
“Be that as it may, you’re both getting married in an hour!”
“Less than an hour.” someone called out from the other room where the caught couple couldn’t see her.
“Less than an hour!” The maid of honor hissed out at the two. “Seriously, Eva, you couldn’t wait ‘till your honeymoon after the ceremony to make crazy love to your wife?!”
“Nope.” If the smug tone and the sass filled answer didn’t already infuriate the redhead, the way the blonde woman eyed her best friend like she wanted to go for round two in spite of the time crunch certainly did. A strangled noise escaped Julie before she could stop it as she pulled the brunette back towards the powder room.
A squeaked ‘sorry, Julie,’ escaped Alyssa as they moved further away and the rest of the wedding party split in two in hopes that they could salvage the hair and makeup on both the brides in time for the ceremony.
Eva just sauntered back to her own exasperated maid of honor, the accomplished look on her face the only thing that hinted at the plans she had in mind for her soon to be wife.
‘I’m sure we don’t need to stay for the whole reception…’ Eva giggled to herself as her half of the bridal party simultaneously rolled their eyes. At least they knew what they signed up for.
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tiara credit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22943425