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Nat stands awkwardly outside Lottie’s trailer, watching as people buzz around her doing something or other that she’s sure is important even if she doesn’t know what the fuck it is. Nat looks down at her phone to check Lottie’s message one more time.
L: Hey Natalie! You guys just waiting for call time?
N: yeah, im just kinda wandering
N: i think the others are chilling in the bus
L: Yeah, sorry about the mixup, normally the schedules are a little more tight than this.
L: I have some time before my next scene, did you want to meet me at my trailer? I’ll make it worth your while 😉.
What Lottie meant by that isn’t really clear to Nat, but she’s got nothing better to do (which is the excuse she’s using and she’s sticking to it). She’s a little worried that someone will stop her as she walks up to the trailer door but it seems like everyone has better things to do. Maybe the security is just good enough that no one worries about randoms ending up on set.
The trailer itself is nicer than the RV the Yellowjackets are driving around – by a pretty large margin. It’s a little bit smaller but it doesn’t have an engine or driver’s seat and doesn’t need to fit six people and a band’s worth of gear in it which means it's comfortably roomy inside. The first thing she notices is how full it feels, which is a far cry from the vacuous and empty mansion Nat has found herself spending more and more time at. The desk has a fresh bouquet of flowers in a stunning array of colors, and a little pitcher set beside it half-full with water. There are little Polaroids pinned to the walls with people Nat can’t quite make out from the entrance.
The second thing Nat notices is that Lottie isn't even here.
For a moment, Nat considers waiting outside until Lottie arrives, but it occurs to her that it’s going to look weird loitering around outside doing nothing so Nat steps through the entrance and pulls the door closed behind her with a click. The trailer goes dead quiet as soon as the door is shut, the hustle and bustle outside almost completely gone. It’s eerie, though Nat rationalizes that it must be some kind of special design to soundproof the walls. It makes sense for Lottie to want some peace and quiet when she has time to come back here. There is a wide couch with a few smaller plants behind it, all of which seem to be immaculately maintained. With how much time Lottie spends on set it is no surprise that her home-away-from-home is more lively. Nat may find Lottie’s obsession with work to be a little unhealthy but at least this place is nice.
The sound of the door opening brings Nat back to attention and she turns to see Lottie slip in the door and close it quickly behind her.
“Hey!” Nat says, unable to stop herself from grinning like an idiot. Lottie is still in full costume, the same slinky little dress from this morning, and she has a little tote hanging loosely off her elbow. She seems a little bit harried but otherwise fine, and beams when she sees Nat already inside.
“Hey,” Lottie grins, tossing her bag on the couch and storming forward to crash her lips into Nat’s. Nat makes a squeak of surprise and puts her hands on Lottie’s hips, trying to get some kind of grip on her as Lottie throws her arms behind Nat's neck and pulls her in close to kiss her like a woman starved. Nat staggers underneath Lottie's onslaught and stumbles backwards until her leg hits something stiff and she falls back onto the couch, bringing Lottie down with her.
Nat ends up diagonal across the couch and Lottie is splayed out awkwardly on top of her, one hand holding on to the back of the couch and one hand reaching around to cradle the back of Nat’s head to cushion the fall. Nat looks down to see one of Lottie’s legs kneeling on the couch, straddling Nat's lap, and the other stretched way out on her tippy-toes, straining to hold her balance in her precarious position. Her face is clouded in a mix of embarrassment and concern.
Nat can't help it. She bursts out laughing.
“Are you okay?” Lottie laughs nervously, a small smile breaking out on her lips.
“Hi, how are you, how's your day?” Nat smirks, fighting back more laughter in her throat. Nat sits up and Lottie follows suit, rearranging into a more comfortable position.
“Sorry, I just-” Lottie stammers, but Nat cuts her off.
“Hey,” Nat grabs one of Lottie’s hands and she stops. Nat leans in, grinning the whole time, and kisses her, long and slow. Lottie’s melts into it immediately, following Nat's lead. Nat pulls away and opens her eyes slowly, watching Lottie let out a deep breath. “Rough day on set?”
“Something like that,” Lottie says, blinking open her eyes. “Sometimes it's just like... Really busy and it makes me turn into kind of a bitch so I’m trying to, like. Avoid that.” She sighs, catching her breath.
“What do you normally do? Just chill in here? Rub one out between shoots?” Nat scoffs, taking another look around the trailer. She turns to Lottie again to see her making a face, her cheeks growing pink. Nat’s jaw drops and she almost laughs. “Do you have to do it often?”
“Not much! Just like. Once or twice a day.” Lottie retorts, trailing off as she realizes what she’s saying.
“Once or twice a day? ” Nat eyebrows shoot up in disbelief, “Is that why you called me here?”
“I just thought like… if you're already here then…” Lottie blushes a much deeper shade of crimson at her admission. Nat actually laughs out loud this time, hiding her mouth behind her hand.
“Damn, missus horndog,” Nat grins wide, “I didn't realize I was your personal chew toy.” Nat scoots closer to Lottie on the couch, a hand going to her thigh.
“Hmmm,” Lottie says, clearly catching on to Nat's enthusiasm and switching gears in her head. She reaches out to push Nat down on the couch so that Lottie can crawl on top of her. “I seem to remember you liking it when you're in my mouth.” She flashes a smile that shows off her sharp little canines and Nat’s heart does a flip. Nat’s hands go up to cup Lottie’s face but Lottie catches one of her hands. “Careful now, don't wanna get too messy or Hair and Makeup will throw a fit.”
“Well then, good thing they haven't gotten their hands on me yet.” Nat whispers mischievously into Lottie's lips. Lottie smirks into the kiss as she lays her weight on top of Nat.
And then she suddenly pulls back.
“What?” Lottie says, confused.
“Huh?”
“You haven't gotten done up?” Lottie's brow furrows and she smudges a finger lightly on Nat's cheek to confirm.
“I told them I'd go last, I figured it wouldn’t take long.”
“Nat,” Lottie sighs in frustration, reaching over to her bag on the floor and pulling out her phone. “You were supposed to be out of the chair like an hour ago, they're probably still looking for you.” Lottie quickly types something out on her phone, still straddling Nat's lap.
“Sorry I just… I don't know, it wigs me out. I don't like sitting still while they put all that shit on, I feel like a doll.” Nat admits guiltily. Lottie looks up from her phone and scans Nat sympathetically.
“Well we'll just have to do it here then.” Lottie gets off of her lap and Nat groans at the sudden death of the vibe. Now she's hard and it's no one's fault but her own.
Lottie goes off to another section of her trailer and starts rummaging through drawers and Nat sits up on the couch, watching her.
“Are you sure they won't be mad that you're doing it? I can just go back to the makeup tent.”
“They're doing other people now, that's why they had you in at a specific time slot,” Lottie says, annoyance simmering just beneath the surface. She stops a moment and takes a breath before continuing, calmer than before. “I texted Marlene and she said it's fine, she taught me how to do enough.”
“Marlene?”
“Head of Hair and Makeup,” Lottie explains, finally finding the bag she was looking for. She saunters over and Nat starts to get up so they can go sit in one of the chairs but Lottie puts a hand on Nat's shoulder and gently pushes her back down, straddling her again. Nat blushes at the pressure on her lap once more and looks up at Lottie with an eyebrow raised.
“I have a proposition,” Lottie starts, putting the makeup bag on the couch beside Nat and fishing out individual pieces she thinks she'll need.
“Yeah?” Nat laughs nervously.
“You need to be camera ready in like half an hour,” Lottie says confidently, popping the buckle on Nat's belt. “And I still need to de-stress.”
“Works for me,” Nat says, craning her neck up to meet Lottie’s lips. Lottie smiles into the kiss, hands finding their way to the back of Nat's hair and tugging. Nat moans at the sharp feeling and slips her hands under Lottie's dress, squeezing the flesh of Lottie’s thighs. Lottie inhales and breaks the kiss with a shudder. When Nat opens her eyes, Lottie is staring at her, pupils blown out with want.
Lottie breathes heavily as she stares deep into Nat's eyes, giving her another flash of being a deer in Lottie's headlights. Her fingers begin undoing Nat's pants, but it doesn't take long for her to dive back into Nat with a crash, kissing Nat messy and hard as she fumbles blindly with the zipper. Nat shimmies her pants down a little but as soon as Lottie is able to get under the waistband, she pulls out Nat's dick and pumps it up and down, making Nat buck her hips.
Lottie smiles with a bite of her lip, breaking away and leaning back to rummage through her bag on the floor before triumphantly pulling out a condom.
“Damn,” Nat laughs, trying to keep her voice flat even as her heart threatens to break her ribs with how heavy it pounds, “you come prepared, huh?”
“Only since I met you,” Lottie laughs, her smile utterly sincere. She catches the corner of the condom wrapper between her teeth and tears it open, spitting out the bit in her mouth and rolling the condom over Nat's cock in only a couple strokes. Nat hisses as the cold of the lubricant touches her bare skin but the attention Lottie's hand is giving her more than makes up for it. Nat grabs the hem of Lottie’s dress and starts lifting to help her take it off but Lottie swats her hand away. “I don't have time to change,” Lottie says, lifting the front of the dress as she continues stroking Nat steadily.
“ In costume?” Nat says in a harsh whisper, trying to keep her voice low.
“I won't tell if you won't,” Lottie winks, pulling her underwear to the side and lifting herself up above Nat's dick. Nat holds Lottie’s waist gently and helps her line up, but she puts a soft hand under Nat's chin and lifts her gaze to lock eyes as Lottie impales herself on Nat. Lottie's face is agonizingly beautiful, and Nat's heart skips a beat watching Lottie's face as she lowers down – the flush in her cheeks, the forcibly-steady breathing. Lottie looks at Nat with such an intense, intimate gaze that it breaks Nat's heart. God, you love this woman . Lottie's hands go to cradle the sides of Nat's neck, her thumbs pressed softly to the underside of Nat’s jaw. It hurts how much you love her.
Lottie hums as she settles at the base of Nat’s dick, rubbing back and forth across the pulse point along Nat's throat and Nat shudders with each swipe of her finger. Lottie rolls her head back, eyes closed, and starts to rise up off Nat. She flexes around Nat deliciously and Nat can't help but be transfixed by the expressions on her face. Lottie takes it slow and steady, adjusting to Nat’s size as she builds up a steady pace. Nat squeezes Lottie's thighs as she guides the movie star up and down her cock and follows suit, closing her eyes to take in the sensation of it. The feeling of Lottie bouncing on top of her, the way the dress flutters every time Lottie crashes gently down again. Lottie's hands on her throat and then their slow retreat. The pressure is starting to build in her stomach when Lottie begins to slow down.
Nat's eyes blink open and she watches as Lottie slowly rises up and down, fiddling with a little tube in her hand. Nat watches enthralled as she squirts something out into her hand and then puts the tube on the couch beside the rest of the things she set out on the cushion. Her movement comes to a stop, parked at the base of Nat’s dick, and she reaches out towards her. Nat leans back a little, unsure of what's going on.
“Relax, it's just a primer,” Lottie says calmly, steadying Nat's chin with her thumb and forefinger as she begins applying the cream. Nat is stunned for a moment as Lottie finishes up one side, but grabs Lottie's hand as she reaches to get more primer to finish Nat's face.
“What?” is all Nat can muster in her confusion.
“You need a primer so I can apply foundation later,” Lottie says, tilting her head. Her expression is calm but Nat can see the mischievous twinkle in her eye – she knows what she's doing. “It's not my fault you skipped chair time Natalie,” Lottie tisks, freeing her hand from Nat's grip and squeezing out the rest of the needed primer. She moves back in, closely studying Nat's face as she applies the rest. When she speaks, her breath is hot on Nat's cheeks. “Now,” Lottie says, leaning back to inspect her work, “I have to multitask.”
“You are ridicu-” Nat starts, but Lottie rolls her hips and Nat groans at the rush of pleasure, her hands reflexively finding Lottie's thighs. Watching Nat come undone beneath her is enough to break Lottie's stoic facade, letting out a little huff that is half-laughter half-pleasure. She slows again and Nat groans in frustration, eliciting another bark of laughter from her tormentor.
“If you're a good girl, it'll be over quickly,” Lottie teases, reaching over to her pile of cosmetics and taking out a handful of glass vials. Nat takes a deep breath and looks up at the ceiling, anything to distract from the sensation of Lottie very subtly moving her hips to continue Nat's torture.
“You're enjoying this,” Nat says, eyes focusing back on Lottie as she paints little stripes of foundation along her arm.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean” Lottie says, not bothering to hide her smile as she lifts the shades up to Nat’s face and compares them. Nat bucks her hips defiantly as Lottie starts to unscrew the foundation she likes best, making the other girl stiffen up as she tries to stifle her reaction. Lottie raises an eyebrow, looking playfully stern at Nat.
“You're not the only one who can tease,” Nat tries to look confident, but Lottie proceeds to start moving and rolling and Nat feels her willpower start to crumble until Lottie stops again.
“If you make me mess up,” Lottie tilts her head with a playful condescension, “We'll have to start all over.” Lottie swirls the foundation she selected in her hand and unscrews the cap. “I'd have to stop… multitasking ” She enunciates the last word as she leans in again and begins to apply it carefully to Nat’s cheek. She takes the little squishy egg thing Nat never learned the name of and blots it across her face. “You won't need much,” Lottie says out of nowhere, like she could sense Nat's latent discomfort. “It's just so that you show up better on camera. Nothing fancy.”
It's a touching comment, which is immediately accented with a roll of Lottie’s hips, making Nat's breath catch in her throat. Nat's torture continues in silence for a few moments before Lottie breaks it again. “Do you have your lines memorized?” She asks, sitting back to check her work.
“I have like two lines,” Nat says with a tight laugh, “I don't think it'll be rocket science.” Nat focuses on the feeling of Lottie’s smooth skin beneath her fingers, hands still holding patiently at Lottie's waist.
“It can be trickier than you think,” Lottie says with a playful scoff, pulling out a very dark eye shadow palette. “You might wanna practice your lines.” Nat glares at Lottie, fully aware of Lottie’s intentions with the suggestion, and Lottie laughs. “Indulge me,” Lottie says, rolling her hips and sending another rush of pleasure up Nat's spine. Nat swallows hard and closes her eyes, trying to bring to mind the scene the Yellowjackets are in today.
They're basically just pretending to perform in the background while the main characters go about their scene (their performance was recorded separately – a live performance would mess with the audio quality from the actors). It’s a pretty long scene but given their prerecording it actually left the Yellowjackets with very little to do, and it's surprisingly hard to look like you’re playing without actually playing. The only scene where they have to do anything in is a short clip where Lottie’s character, Victoria, asks Nat if she saw someone passing through and Nat directs her where she needs to go. The scene keeps going after that but the camera follows Lottie away so after Nat’s delivery she’s effectively out of it.
“ Hey, sorry ma’am, ” Lottie says, switching effortlessly into her character voice as she recites the line directed at Nat, “Have you seen a woman run through here? About yay high and wearing all red? ”
“Hard to miss her,” Nat summons up in her most confident voice, thankful that Lottie has seemingly stopped her torment for a moment to focus on deciding what shade to use. “Bolted through here and nearly knocked over our shit.” Lottie motions with the eye shadow brush for Nat to close her eyes and she does.
“ Did you catch where she went? ” Lottie continues, effortlessly in-character as Nat can feel her lean in and begin dusting Nat’s eyelids. Nat opens her mouth to respond with her line but as she does, Lottie reaches her other hand out to Nat’s shoulder to steady herself as she begins to subtly rock her hips back and forth again. Nat’s breath hitches and she can hear Lottie’s delighted exhale through her nose, no doubt smiling as she continues her work. “ What’s the matter darling ,” Lottie ad libs in her character’s voice, “ cat got your tongue ?”
“Yeah she went tha-at way…” Nat stumbles through the line as Lottie starts raising herself up again off Natalie’s dick. Natalie’s grip tightens on Lottie’s waist as the woman on top of her leans back and begins to pick up the pace again. Nat is already so sensitive that when Lottie begins to pick up the pace again she can feel the coil in the pit of her stomach beginning to wind up. Nat breaths in and out quietly through her mouth, eyebrows beginning to knit together as Lottie’s insides work Natalie’s cock for all she’s worth.
And then right when Nat’s about to start getting into it Lottie slows down again. Nat fights back a whimper, refusing to let Lottie see how much she’s winning this war, and settles on a frustrated exhale.
“Open,” Lottie says, in her normal voice, and Nat does – slowly. Lottie pants softly as she admires the work she did on Nat’s first eye, clearly coming down from the high of letting herself ride Nat more freely. Her makeup is still perfect but a couple of strands of hair have fallen out of place, something Nat chooses to admire rather than point out. Satisfied with her work on Nat’s first eye, her gaze settles on Nat herself. “Y’know, you’re really cute when you think you’re getting what you want,” Lottie says with a smile, punctuating her sentence with a little swipe of the brush against the tip of Nat’s nose. She adjusts herself on Nat’s lap, playing it off as a way to move to a more comfortable position for kneeling, but Nat can see through it – through the way her breath quickens, through the way she needs to settle for a moment before continuing. Lottie’s own patience is starting to wear thin too.
“How’d I do?” Nat asks in a half-laugh.
“Pretty good,” Lottie grins, “something was up with that second line though, I don’t know what happened there.” She motions with the brush for Nat to close her eyes again.
“Oh, you caught that huh?” Nat plays along with a smile.
“Yeah there was a little delay, I’m not sure why. Plus I think you’re supposed to say she went though the kitchen,” Lottie tuts with her tongue, hot breath inches from Nat’s mouth. “Can’t have a mistake like that when cameras are rolling, I think we should take it again.”
“Wow you’re such a generous scene partner, offering to go through it with me again.”
“Thank you,” Lottie stifles a laugh, brushing lightly against Nat’s other eyelid once again. “ Did you catch where she went ?” Lottie leans back again, clearly not done with Nat’s eye yet so Nat knows exactly what’s coming as she starts to slowly bounce again.
“Yeah,” Nat starts confidently, not letting herself get tripped up again. “She went that way, through-” Nat’s words get caught on her tongue as she can feel Lottie’s free hand reach down and start playing with her clit, bumping into Nat’s hands resting on her hips. Nat clears her throat and continues with as flat a voice as she can muster. “Through the kitchen.”
“Yeah?” Lottie says, voice beginning to grow tight. Nat opens her eyes tentatively and watches Lottie, bouncing faster now as she goes. Nat’s hands flex around the soft curves of Lottie's skin, lifting and pulling her down as the woman rides her in earnest now. “I didn’t say open,” Lottie says in a stern tone.
“You aren’t finishing my eyes,” Nat says simply, as if that explains the matter.
“I think I deserve a little break, don't you?” Lottie says, hand going out to Nat's shoulder for balance, careful not to let the brush touch her jacket. Nat can't bring herself to respond, losing herself in the sensation of Lottie finally letting go. Lottie stops playing with her clit and reaches out to Nat's other shoulder for more control as Nat begins to thrust in time with Lottie's movements, slick sounds growing louder with each thrust.
They're both panting, Lottie moaning and quickly biting her lip to dampen the noise. Even in a sound-proofed trailer you can't be too careful. Nat groans as the coil in her stomach winds tighter and tighter, Lottie's breath hitching as she tries to maintain composure while quietly coming undone.
And then Lottie comes to an almost complete stop. She parks at the base of Nat’s cock again and rolls her hips gently before coming to a standstill. Nat can't prevent the disappointed whimper she lets out this time, pathetic and needy as her dick twitches inside Lottie, begging for friction.
“Fuck, Lottie, come on!” Nat whines, barely able to keep her voice low. Lottie’s eyes are closed, biting her bottom lip with a look of utter concentration. Nat bucks her hips in protest – trying to break Lottie's resolve – but she realizes it's no use when Lottie puts a gentle hand on Nat's stomach to steady her. Nat whines again, defeated as she feels herself winding down once more. Lottie exhales, heavy but even, and opens her eyes as if nothing had happened.
Lottie takes the brush, which she has managed to keep in her grip this entire time, and dabs it into the palette calmly. She leans into Nat's face and motions for her to close her eyes again. Nat groans but obeys, letting Lottie finish up the last of her makeup. Lottie hums patiently as she carefully covers the last of her eyelid. Nat squirms in her seat, the sensitivity starting to get to her as Lottie has once again denied Nat her release. Lottie swipes a few more times with the brush before leaning back, making Nat hiss at the sensitivity.
“Open,” Lottie says and Nat looks up, trying to settle her breathing. Lottie admires her work and then leans in to touch something up quickly and leans back again, sending another jolt of sensitivity up Nat's spine. “That should do. The right side is a little bit off but I think it fits. Adds a grungy factor.”
“Please,” is all Nat can get out as she tries to keep her breathing steady.
“Please what?” Lottie responds, playing coy. She starts putting her makeup back on the couch but she's rolling her hips as she does it, making Nat dig her fingers into Lottie's thighs.
“For fuck's sake, Lot, stop teasing” Nat whines, voice cracking halfway through. Lottie just beams at the sound of it.
“But you make it so fun to tease,” Lottie says, snapping the palette closed and putting it in the bag. Her brushes go in a little tube for storage but she isn’t closing it, probably to wash them or something, Nat can’t focus on anything but Lottie’s walls around her.
“Lottie I swear to god if you don’t-” Nat starts, but she’s cut off.
“Swear what,” Lottie interrupts, looking back at Nat. She licks her lips, hungry. “What are you gonna do…?” Lottie adjusts her position again and when Nat tries to make herself more comfortable underneath her, Lottie puts both hands on Nat’s shoulders and gently pushes her into the back of the couch. Lottie’s face inches closer and closer, Nat’s heart pounding in her chest as she grows nearer. Their noses touch and Nat tries to crane her neck out to kiss Lottie but the woman pulls away just far enough to be out of reach while she’s got Nat pinned. Nat’s breath hitches at the denial of contact and Lottie smiles, flashing her little fangs. “I think we might need a little gloss, don’t you?” Lottie shakes a little tube of lipgloss between her fingers.
Lottie unscrews the cap but rather than putting it on Nat, she leans back and begins to apply it to her own lips, eyes looking innocently at the ceiling as she does. Lottie smacks her lips, making sure to roll them and cover every inch. The gloss seems mostly transparent aside from a light sheen, but there is a faint redness to it that looks so good on Lottie. Satisfied, Lottie, screws the cap back on and tosses it to the side. She looks down at Nat menacingly, hand going beneath Nat’s chin to tilt it back up towards her. “You ready?” Lottie asks in a whisper, and Nat nods silently – making Lottie laugh.
She leans in just far enough to press a feather-light kiss on Nat’s lips and Nat’s eyes flutter closed. There’s a faint taste of something fruity – strawberry, Nat determines as she licks her lips. Nat waits and another kiss comes, gentle but more forceful than the last. Their lips come together once, twice, three more times and then Lottie pulls away again, leaving Nat with her mouth open, waiting for more. Time goes by, second after second, until Lottie brings their lips together again for a final kiss. Lottie’s arms pull away, no longer holding Nat down and she opens her eyes again to see Lottie still inches away, eyes blown out with lust. Lottie makes a show of rolling her lips together, making sure her gloss is applied evenly still and making a gentle pop with her mouth. Nat follows suit, trying to cover her lips with what little gloss rubbed off in the kissing before making a soft pop of her own.
Lottie begins to rise up off of Nat’s lap with a sigh, mouth staying open as she does.
“Don’t ruin the dress,” Lottie says simply, as if stating a rule.
“Yeah,” Nat says, hands squeezing gently under the fabric. She guides Lottie up and down as she goes, half-hoping that it’ll encourage Lottie to keep from stopping.
“Don’t touch my hair. They-” Lottie says, stuttering as Nat’s cock hits a sensitive spot inside of her. She swallows and continues, her pace picking up rapidly “they can do touch ups but don’t fuck it up.” Lottie’s arms reach out for the back of the couch for stability, her head hanging low as she starts riding Nat harder. Nat takes the initiative and starts to thrust in time with Lottie, earning a low moan from her tormentor. “Don’t… fuck…” Lottie says, having trouble forming words as Nat fucks her in earnest. Nat laughs at Lottie’s unintentional word slip and Lottie laughs back. “Shut up.”
“What’s wrong, cat got your tongue?” Nat teases, one hand going to Lottie’s panties and wrenching them further to the side so she can rub gentle circles around Lottie’s clit. Lottie gasps, panting as she tries to move her hips to get more friction with Nat’s hand.
“Big mouth on you now but you followed orders like a good girl,” Lottie fires back under her breath, trying to focus on getting off. Her hands move down from the couch to Nat’s chest, her thumbs going to the little divot at the base of Nat’s throat. The pressure is building in the pit of Nat’s stomach, the coil wrapping tighter and tighter as the two of them rapidly chase their climax.
Lottie’s head tucks into the crook of Nat’s neck, the top of her head resting against the back of the couch to prevent rubbing her makeup on Nat’s shoulder. “Fuck baby,” Lottie whispers heavy into Nat’s neck, her hands fisted into Nat’s shirt like its a handle. Nat gasps at the mixed sensations rushing through her head, the warmth, the pleasure, the utter over stimulation. Lottie’s breath, hot and needy on her neck. Nat’s control is slipping and the coil in her stomach begins to snap as Lottie cries out, “Oh fuck, Nat-” and she quickly presses her lips to Nat’s throat, muffling her orgasm as she clamps down on Nat hand, squeezing down on her cock in flutters.
Nat tries to ride Lottie through her climax but can’t hold on for long as Lottie’s walls pulse sinfully around her. Nat comes hard with a moan, bucking wildly as Lottie quickly stifles her sounds by putting her hand across Nat’s mouth. Nat’s hips jerk a couple of times before she stills and Lottie goes limp on top of her.
“Jesus,” Nat says, voice hoarse. from exertion.
“How's that for stress relief,” Lottie pants, head still hanging over Nat's shoulder.
“Maybe for you,” Nat laughs “that was the most stressful sex of my life.”
“Well you're relieved now, aren't you?” Lottie says, shifting back on Nat's lap and making Nat wince as her poor overstimulated dick sends an unpleasant rush up her spine. Lottie reaches over to her bag and pulls out her phone, swiping through notifications. There's a shift in her expression that Nat recognizes and can only describe as ‘Work Lottie’, which is funny to watch with Nat still inside of her.
“We've got 10 minutes til call,” Lottie says, dismounting Nat in one swift maneuver, and making Nat hiss at the sudden sensitivity. Nat cleans herself up quickly, throwing the condom in the trash and standing up. Lottie takes a couple steps away and then stops, lifting up her skirt. “Holy shit you, like… destroyed my underwear,” Lottie scoffs, sounding mostly impressed. Nat looks over to see the crotch of Lottie's underwear stretched out considerably, loose but not quite ripped. An unthinking mistake by Nat in the heat of the moment.
“You're one to talk,” Nat says, pulling her shirt out between two fingers to show the patches where Lottie’s desperate grip had wrinkled and stretched Nat's shirt. Lottie bites her lip, admiring her handiwork and Nat snorts. “Alright, horndog.”
“I didn't say anything,” Lottie says, only half defending herself.
“Yeah sure,” Nat scoffs and motions to the obviously damaged shirt “Do you have something I can wear or should I go on set like this?”
Lottie walks over and moves Nat's hand out of the way, looking over the outfit. She pulls the bottom of the shirt taut to straighten it and then grabs the sides right under Nat's armpits to stretch it a little to the sides. It still looks a little ragged but Lottie's marks aren't quite so obvious.
“There,” Lottie says, satisfied, “Not recognizable but when we watch your scenes in the movie we can look back and remember our little… break together.” Lottie's expression is mischievous but Nat is stuck on how casually she mentions looking back. This summer's concerts are rapidly dwindling and so is Nat's time in LA, and the two of them haven't so much as talked about what that is going to mean – if they're still going through with this stupid PR breakup thing. The week has gone by in such a whirlwind they've gotten caught up in the honeymoon period and at some point they're going to have to face reality.
But then Lottie is leaning in and kissing her, and Nat melts. Lottie's perfectly manicured fingers find the back of Nat’s neck, weaving up through her hair with ease and holding her head in both hands. Nat lazily locks her arms behind Lottie's waist, letting herself get lost in Lottie's lips. Nat's not going to ruin the moment by bringing up the future. Not when the present tastes so sweet.
Lottie pulls away but Nat keeps her arms locked so she can't go far. Lottie giggles and moves a thumb just below Nat’s bottom lip, rubbing gently where some gloss had accidentally spread.
“I think I'm gonna need to reapply,” Lottie says with a smile, touching her own lips and confirming that her coat of lip gloss was wearing thin now.
“Don't take long now, we're gonna be late,” Nat says with a little smile, still refusing to let Lottie go.
“Uh uh,” Lottie says, shaking her head, “You're going on ahead to make sure you're there early . That makeup fiasco was clearly a one time thing and we're going to show them that.” Nat groans but releases her arms, allowing Lottie to escape. “Plus I've gotta change my underwear, Miss rips-a-lot,” Lottie adds, bending over to kiss Nat on the top of her head before passing her to head to the bathroom. Nat turns and catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror. It’s not too bad, all things considered, she doesn’t look dolled up. She basically looks like herself, just… sharper… Nat passively notes that the eye shadow Lottie picked is nearly black, but has a dull blue shimmer to it – a blue that matches the color of Lottie’s dress in their scene together. Nat smiles to herself.
She looks down and makes sure she has everything she came with – phone, keys, coat – and moves towards the door before looking back to catch Lottie staring into a mirror as she reapplies, face glowing in the light of the bulbs surrounding it. Nat's heart swells just watching, and skips a beat when Lottie's eyes catch her and look her way. Lottie laughs awkwardly and Nat swears she can see a blush underneath the glow of the lights.
“Go,” Lottie laughs, flashing her canines one last time as she focuses back on the mirror, and Nat steps out of the door.