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FOUND
Copyright © 2009 by Crystal Barela
Bennie froze, lifting her wet hands into the air from where she knelt at the creek. Her heart beat triple time. It was a sign of Di’s skill as a hunter that Bennie hadn’t heard her approach until she cocked her gun.
“Still wearing Sugar?” she asked. The familiar sweet musk floated to her nostrils. More than two years ago, Bennie had gone on the run, the scent of Di’s perfume still clinging to the sweat on her skin.
“Nothing else to say, Ben?” Di asked; close enough for her to whisper.
“Sorry—” Pain shot through the back of Bennie’s head as she found herself face down in the dirt, Di’s gun in her short spiked hair, and her knee on Bennie’s back.
“I loved you!” Di hissed. Her sweet breath on her cheek. Juicyfruit gum. How could she find that hot?
“Di—”
“Shut up—”
With a twist of her hips, Bennie flipped over into the creek, pulling Di with her. Curses filled the air as the duo tried to find purchase in the cold water and slippery rocks. They landed with Bennie between Di’s knees, her face resting in the pillow of Di’s very large and beautiful breasts. She breathed deep. Heaven. This was heaven and if she were to die in this moment she would die a happy woman.
“Stop it!” Di’s threat was less than convincing now that her gun was on the other side of the creek and there was a tremble in her voice.
“If you…” Bennie said and kissed her way from breast to collar bone. “Wanted me dead…”
She trailed her lips along Di’s long neck to her ear. “I would be.”
Bennie ran her tongue around the circumference of Di’s beautifully shaped ear. Everything about Di was beautiful. Her long blonde hair always holding the perfect wave and smelling of sunshine. It was spread behind her in a golden halo. She looked like an angel.
“There’s still time!” Di said wrapping her thighs around Bennie’s hips.
The angel of death! Bennie reached for the knife she kept in her boot as they rolled across the stream.
Curses sent the birds flying. Bennie straddled Di with a grunt, knife to her throat. The pulse there beat rapidly.
“I hate you!” Her full luscious lips formed the words, but Bennie didn’t believe her. There were tears on her mascaraed lashes and she smelled like she was in heat.
The knife caught in the neck of Di’s wet pink t-shirt. It was odd to see her in something other than a curve hugging dress. Di was as femme as they come. She could kill a man faster in heels and a husky whisper, than with sneakers and a gun.
The thin cotton spread open along Di’s sternum, revealing a nearly sheer white lace bra caressing her perfect double Ds.
“I’ve missed you,” Bennie said, hooking the knife at the point of the bra’s V.
Di glared, her warm brown eyes nearly black with anger. With a turn of Bennie’s wrist her breasts could be free, but Bennie liked how they jiggled, her pink nipples teasing the edge of the lace with every gasping breath. She edged the knife lower in slow swirls a trail of twisting pink replacing the fabric, until Di was naked to the navel. Bennie let the tip of her play in the little hole there.
“You miss fucking me,” Di said, her hands moving slowly to the waistband of her jeans. She popped the button and unzipped the fly revealing an equally provocative panty.
“You missed fucking me,” Bennie said, her lip curling in what she knew was a smile Di had trouble resisting. Di liked Bennie’s knife. Got off on the skill in which Bennie could trace it along her delicate skin without showing blood, unless that was their game. The blade laid flat now. The sharp tip slipped beneath the thin elastic of her panty. With a flick left, then right, the steel had Di on display.
“Need a trim?” Bennie asked. For as long as she had known Di she had kept her mound smooth. She used the tip o f the knife to reveal Di’s clit now embraced by soft little curls.
“Take off your shirt,” Di said.
The regret in Di’s eyes was obvious as Bennie put the knife in her mouth to do as she was told, leaving her pussy free of her sharp friend. Bennie yanked the camouflage tank top over her head. Bennie never wore a bra. She didn’t really need one, her breasts were small, each nipple pierced by a silver bar. A tat of a raven lay between them, its wings widening over the gentle swells.
“You’ve lost weight,” Di said, her hand lifting to trace Bennie’s rib cage.
Bennie took the knife from her mouth and threw it into the grass struggling to grow beneath the shade of the towering pines around them. She leaned forward, her arm between them, her hand cupping Di’s pussy. Her cheeks were flushed a shade of pink only found in nature, her breath catching with every heartbeat.
“I did it to protect you,” Bennie whispered.
Di’s lips captured hers, mouth open, teeth clashing. Blood, desperation, and desire lit them on fire. Bennie’s fingers slid through Di’s slit, rediscovering the folds that led to her lover’s sweet insides. It was not gentle, but a rough fucking. Fingers digging, thumb pushing. Polished nails urged her on, scratching Bennie’s back. She buried her face in Di’s neck breathing in her sugar and sweat, feeling alive for the first time in months.
“Harder!” Di begged. She wanted more. She always wanted more. Di wrapped her arms and legs around Bennie and bucked her hips against her.
They were breathing for each other. Each kiss like oxygen they couldn’t live without.
Di screamed into Bennie’s mouth, a wet moaning of her name that arched Di’s body, breasts sliding together in a nearly forgotten caress.
The sand cushioned the roll as Di went in reverse, flipping Bennie on her back. Her jeans were caught around her knees keeping her stance tight and the t-shirt hung on her elbows. She caught the button fly and in five pops dragged the jeans to Bennie’s thighs. There was a moment to register how cold the sand was on her ass before all thoughts were replaced by the slick heat of Di’s tongue.
Bennie laughed. Pure joy overwhelming in its foreignness. Di giggled, her lips smacked and Bennie came within seconds, Di’s lips locking onto her clit in a sweet tug that racked her body.
It had been too long since there had been any caring in her life. Too long since she had been touched by the woman she loved.
Di feathered hair along Bennie’s bare stomach and Bennie flinched away her skin like cellophane, the strands touching her insides.
“Don’t cry,” Di said.
Bennie cursed, her hands flying to her eyes. She hadn’t realized she was. Suddenly, she became aware of all of the sounds that weren’t their hearts or gasping breaths. The creek, the wind in the trees, the silence of the birds, the crack of a branch beneath a booted foot.
She shushed Di, turned on her stomach. Di fell flat beside her. They shimmied into their jeans and crawled toward their scattered weapons, meeting up behind a boulder.
“Just like old times, Ben?” Di said beneath her breath. Shoulder to shoulder.
“Admit it, you missed me,” Bennie whispered, wishing she had her gun, but it was back at camp. “I have a plan. Turn and flash your—”
Di rolled her eyes. “I’m the one with the gun, you flash yours.”
“Yours are more impressive,” Bennie leered.
“Jealous?”
Bennie chuckled softly and took a look around the rock. There was no one on the other side of the creek. Maybe it was nothing.
“Watch my ass,” Bennie said, getting ready to run.
“I have been since the moment we met,” Di said.
Bennie ran across the creek, the sound of Di’s gun firing behind her. Silence followed the shots and within moments, Di was running beside her.
