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⚠️⚠️SMUT AHEAD⚠️⚠️

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GxG

Ivy: Dom

Carmen: Sub

SUMMARY: Carmen has been overworking herself lately, and Ivy offers to ease her tensions with a massage....

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Stress overtook Carmen like a tidal wave. She was in her office pouring through the various strangely worded pieces of intel player had managed to scrouge up. However, since he now had to go to school, she was left handling most of jt herself.

Because of that, She hadn't slept in days. Carmen was pouring through the intel for something useful for probably the THIRD time that day, yet all her stress blocked her from finding anything.

"Hey, Carm." Ivy said, walking in with a glass of. Water. The woman was in nothing more than a hoodie and a pair of shorts.

"What are you doing up so late?" Carmen whispered, placing her chin in her palm and giving the woman a tired smile.

"I should be asking you that. I just came down for some water."

The Latina sighed, rubbing at her eyes. "Well, these cases aren't going to get reviewed all by themselves, are they? With player preoccupied with school I've had to shoulder much more of the research."

"You work so hard, Carm." The Bostonian whispered, setting her glass down and coming up behind her. She danced her fingers across the latina's shoulders lightly. Ivy dug into the warm skin of her neck, massaging the area and causing Carmen to exhale a sigh of relief. "Look at all these knots! You're so tense."

Carmen sighed, giving the redhead a sad smile. "Yeah, well. I haven't exactly been able to relax lately..."

"Maybe I could help relieve your stress...." Ivy whispered, her voice dropping lower sultrily. When Carmen caught on to what she was suggesting, she felt her core begin to throb with want.

"We can't...do...that....right now. I have work." The thief said in spite of herself.

"I'm serious! It's not healthy to live with that much tension in your muscles. It could seriously hurt you while fighting VILE."

"Ivy..." Carmen sighed, rubbing her temple.

"Im not talking about sex! I meant I could give you a massage!"

"A massage?" Now Carmen was intrigued. And to be fair, she didn't particularly mind the idea of Ivy's hands digging into her.

"Yeah. A...friend...of mine back in Boston worked as a masseuse at a spa and showed me a thing or two. It'll be great, I promise."

Carmen sighed In capitulation. "Alright...fine. No funny business, alright? This is strictly to help me unwind."

"Wouldn't have it any other way." Ivy smirked. The two discreetly left The Latina's office and stepped into her bedroom, subtly locking the door behind them.

Carmen slipped off her dress, blushing under the heat of the other woman's gaze. Ivy's eyes dragged over her body lazily and unapologetically, her lips tugging into an appreciative smirk along with them.

"You have any wine lying around?" The Bostonian asked, her eyes focusing on Carmen's ass.

"Uh...right shelf. Yeah that one." She replied absentmindedly.

Ivy poured a single glass of red wine-expensive and aged and imported from Russia-setting it before Carmen.

"Aren't you going to grab a glass?"

"This is purely for your relaxation, remember?" Ivy laughed. "Unless you're saying you want to have a drink with me."

Carmen felt her cheeks catch on fire "N-no! I just thought..."

Another laugh, throaty and rich and warm. "Relax, Carm. I'm just messing with you."

"Uh, right." She replied sheepishly, taking a sip of the glass Ivy had poured.

The Redhead eyed her skeptically. "Uh, the bra and panties are going to have to go, Sandiego."

"And why, exactly?" Carmen asked, already feeling vulnerable yet turned on.

"Hey, whose the masseuse here?" Ivy sidled up to her, not tearing her eyes from Carmen's beautiful gray ones while she reached around and unclipped her bra.

"Technically your friend." She managed to choke out while Ivy admired her topless view.

"Well for tonight..." The Bostonian grinned devilishly. "Tonight, I'm in control. So..." she gestured to the thief's panties.

With her cheeks burning, Carmen slipping off her panties, turning away from Ivy before plopping down onto the bed flat on her stomach, wine glass in hand.

Even now, She could feel the redhead eyeing her entirely naked body up and down. God, how the fuck did she agree to this?

The only way Carmen could get through this was with alcohol. She took a long, deep sip. The liquid trickled down her throat, hot and searing and lighting her senses alive while dulling her rationality.

Then came Ivy, settling lightly atop her thighs. Her precise fingers kneaded into the tense area at the beginning of the thief's spine, her deep circular motions quelling a storm she hadn't known been brewing there. Her strokes deepened as Ivy slowly worked her way down the other girl's spine, her touch igniting her senses. Carmen hated how much she relished the feeling of Ivy kneading into her skin as if she was a pile of dough.

And then her strokes softened, becoming more languid. It seemed as though the Bostonian had forgotten entirely about the massage and was simply enjoying the feeling of Carmen's curvy body beneath her.

"How am I doing?" Ivy asked gruffly. Her hands massaged the middle of her back, slipping along the sides and coming up to just barely graze her breasts before returning to her spine.

"Mhmm..." Carmen moaned ever so softly. She was in heaven. "Amazing, I......can-can you go lower?" She nearly whispered that last part.

Carmen blushed, already hearing the smirk in Ivy's voice. "Lower, huh? I thought this was just to help you relax, Carm."

"I carry a lot of tension there." The Latina replied, fighting a hot blush out of embarrassment.

"I'm sure you do." She hummed in response. Before the other woman could make a retort, Ivy's hands slid to her lower back, working into the skin just above her ass. Carmen's senses were alive, so very alive, and the alcohol in her system made her forget entirely of any promise she'd made of staying away from the Bostonian.

"My god, Ivy...I...Oh!" She moaned, not able to contain herself any fucking longer.

The Redhead grew bolder, pleasuring Carmen by settling into the skin of her thighs and making work of them. Every time she creeped closer and closer, The other girl would steele herself for when she'd tear into her ass and be left hanging.

"Ahh!"

And there it was, finally, after so much teasing and dangling her prize before her. Ivy's skilled pale fingers kneaded into Carmen's tight ass, pulling her cheeks apart, and finally sating her cravings.

A long, throaty moan escaped her lips. Carmen spoke without thinking. "Careful, Ivy, or...or I might..."

"Or you'll what, Carm?"

The other woman could only answer her with another moan.

Seeing Carmen completely at her mercy, the Bostonian flipped the thief around, a smirk playing on her lips. She moved dangerously closer as she leaned down, trapping Carmen flat against the bed. Ivy's finger tickled down the length of her body, slipping it between her legs and tickling the skin of her inner thigh.

"Mhm..." The thief moaned softly. Carmen may have been her boss but tonight? Ivy was in charge.

The redhead's fingers teased at her bare sex, smirking. "No panties, huh? Care to explain, Sandiego?"

Carmen blushed. "Maybe there were some other things I planned on doing after finishing work tonight."

"Oh?" Ivy smiled. "Some other things like.....this?"

Ivy knelt before her and spread her legs. She gave a sweet lick to Carmen's pussy, teasing her, and making the Latina groan. At that, Ivy smirked, running her hands up and down the sides of her body. The Bostonian settled on Carmen's generous hips, holding her steady as she delved into her.

Ivy's tongue danced along Carmen's mounds, exploring her folds lightly. The Latina felt around for Ivy's hands and entwined them with her own. She gripped them tighter as Ivy began to circle around her center, licking at all the right places. For a while, the Bostonian merely played with Carmen, licking, kissing, purring, and humming into her sex to see what sort of reaction she could create.

"God...I-Ivy...please.." Carmen pleaded, unable to take it any longer. Her core was pulsing loud enough to start an earthquake, each throb fueled by her endless lust for the woman between her thighs.

"I love it when you say my name like that," The Bostonian breathed, her cheeks flushed from excitement. "Its like you're unraveling into my arms."

The Latina wrapped her curvaceous legs around Ivy's head, the other woman's cold cheeks gently brushing the hot skin of her inner thighs. Carmen squeezed Ivy's hands, trying her hardest to signal her into giving her what she wanted.

Finally-Finally Ivy obliged. Carmen's wetness melted on her tongue as she entered her tight cavern. Ivy pushed her thighs away to allow herself better access. Carmen, what with all her athletic prowess, stretched her legs into the position of a split as the redhead's tongue explored her. Ivy closed her mouth on the thief's sex and began to suck.

"Oh m-my...mhm....." Carmen whimpered, bucking her hips into the Ivy's mouth. Her back arched as Ivy began to suck harder, the sight nearly sending the redhead over the edge.

The Latina's toes were hurting from how tightly and tensely she was curling them, her thighs trembling as she lost control.

Ivy smirked, finally pulling away and testing the thief's throbbing sex with her finger. Carmen's tight, ribbon-slick clit clung to her like she'd never been touched like this before.

"Ivy, please..." Carmen groaned. "I'm so close..."

"Then let me finish you." Ivy whispered back, slipping her finger inside. She curled it inside Carmen, the other woman bucking into it as Ivy began to trace circles inside her. The redhead set a slow, powerful pace after slipping in a second finger-which seemed a lot less slender now that they were ravaging Carmen's sex.

Ivy began to thrust into Carmen, the other woman throwing her head back in pleasure. "H-harder, Ivy...please!"

The Bostonian obeyed, her speed increasing rapidly as she dared to slip a third finger into Carmen. At that motion, a high pitched wail broke from her perfect plump lips.

Ivy growled in satisfaction, the sight of the thief quivering beneath her almost enough to end her. Keeping her fingers moving inside Carmen, Ivy crawled onto the bed and settled on top of Carmen, beginning to kiss along the subtle muscles of her carved torso.

Carmen moaned at the feeling of Ivy's lips and fingers simultaneously on her body. Slowly, the Bostonian traveled up her body while keeping her finger pumping into her sex. She used her free hand to push back Carmen's head and kiss along her pulsating throat. Ivy thrusted into the thief, trailing up her chin with gentle kisses. She crashed against her mouth, and Carmen melted at the feeling of her tongue slipping out and caressing her lips.

At this point, the Latina's needy moans were echoing throughout the bedroom. "Ivy...."

"Carmen..." Ivy breathed back, her teeth closing on the other woman's lush lower lip and tugging. Realizing her fingers had slowed, she broke from the thief's lips and gave it her all.

"Ah!" Carmen groaned as Ivy's fingers thrusted into her with everything she had. "Oh My God! Ivy, I'm so-"

She didn't even get to finish her sentence. Leaking out from between Carmen's legs was her answer.

"Feeling relaxed yet, Carm?" Ivy smirked, lying down next to her and playing with a strand of her auburn waves.

A soft, ironic chuckle broke from Carmen's lips. She closed her eyes and took a moment to simply feel, and Ivy was right. The tension had virtually disappeared as each of her muscles languidly rolled without any resistance.

"Thank you. This-uh, was very helpful." She finally replied, feeling just a little shy at the fact that she'd let Ivy grow so dominant tonight.

The redhead winked, a sheen of sweat glistening on her face. "Happy to be of service." She got up slowly and smoothed the wrinkles in her clothing.

Carmen had no energy left to even get up to redress. She sighed against her sheets as her mind began to replay her pleasure.

Ivy stopped right before the exit and leaned against the doorframe, a subtle smirk on her lips. "If you're ever having...trouble...relieving your tension again, you know who to call."

Carmen blushed furiously, sincerely hoping Ivy couldn't see it from where she was standing. "Goodnight, Ivy."

The Bostonian laughed and gently shut the door. Carmen could hear her respond from down the hallway.

"Goodnight, Carm."