Spicy Sapphic Christmas

11. Bunny

ELEVEN

bunny

“We need to change the lyrics if we’re going to sing that.”

Bunny tensed at Bea’s voice. Ever since that kiss on the piano, Bunny had been on edge, and it seemed like nothing made a difference for Bea. She was cool, calm, and collected. Bunny however? She was on the hot mess express, and no matter what she did, she couldn’t get off. She’d tried. Nothing could get the feel of Bea under her fingers out of her mind.

“What?” Bunny snapped.

“We need to change the lyrics.”

Bunny wasn’t even sure what song Bea was referring to because she was so damn distracted by Bea’s scent, by the extra-low-cut blouse she was wearing that day, by the way she kept fidgeting with her hair and pushing it behind her ear, by the way her lips formed an almost permanent smile that she seemed determined to push down into a frown when it would be so much more natural for her—

“Bunny?” Bea asked, setting a hand on Bunny’s shoulder. “You still with me?”

Fuck.

“Uh, yeah.” Bunny cleared her throat. “You were saying we needed to change the lyrics.”

But to what fucking song?

Bea sighed heavily. “You said you wanted to change them, and I’ve seen different versions here and there since the original ones are so sexist and non-consensual, but these ones are just lacking.”

Bea pushed the paper with lyrics that Bunny had written up in front of Bunny’s face. Well, at least she knew which song Bea was referring to now. But that didn’t help the fact that she didn’t want to rewrite the lyrics again. And they weren’t bad.

“I think they should be gay.”

Bunny coughed. “Excuse me?”

“I mean, if you and I are going to sing them, then shouldn’t they be written for two women?”

“Absolutely not.” Bunny shot up from the piano bench and shoved her hands in her pockets. They were in a small practice room, barely big enough for the upright piano and the two of them to have any space.

“It’d be weird for one of us to pretend to be a man, wouldn’t it?”

“We’re not pretending. We’re just singing.” Bunny crossed her arms and paced the small room.

“It’s not just singing.” Bea stood still in the middle of the room, standing her ground.

Bunny shot her a glare. Didn’t she understand what she was asking? Bunny wasn’t out. She wasn’t going to brand herself as the lesbian singer. She wasn’t going to feed into the rumors that she and Piper were a thing. And she damn well sure wasn’t going to do it with her one-night stand from the other night.

“This is only about singing.” Bunny froze in front of Bea. “It’s about doing this charity event and then going our separate ways.”

“Gee, tell me how you really feel.” Bea shook her head and snorted. “Not that I needed you to spell it out for me.”

“What are you even talking about?”

“Look. I get how much you find Jo and me annoying. I get that you have zero desire to even do this event with us. I don’t understand why you’re still here. But I’m not going to half-ass this concert just because you don’t want to put in your full effort.” Bea crossed her arms, pushing her breasts up in the super-low-cut shirt, which made the skin on her smooth breasts all that much more enticing.

Stepping closer, Bunny halted. She couldn’t think like this. She couldn’t breathe with Bea so close to her, with Bea so stunning and amazing. She didn’t want to do this event, but it wasn’t because she was singing with Bea and Jo. It was just Bea and her damn presence that kept distracting her.

“I’m not going to back down on this,” Bunny ground out. “I’m not going to out myself to the world because you have some whim about making this a queer song.”

“That’s not what I’m saying at all.”

“That’s exactly what you’re saying!” Bunny’s voice echoed in the room. She hated hearing how afraid she sounded. How scared she was to even just be standing there.

“No. It’s not!” Bea yelled back. “Would you just listen for once?”

“I’m listening.” Bunny’s voice was tight with anger. Because she was listening. Bea was the one who was ignoring everything Bunny said.

“Not with that tone, you’re not.” Bea raised an eyebrow at Bunny, staring her down like she was a bug to be squashed.

“I am.”

“You know what. Whatever. I’m about to give up. You can’t be moved, so why even bother. And what’s wrong with coming out, anyway? Don’t you think it’s a hell of a lot better to live authentically than to live in a constant state of fear?” Bea moved toward the door.

Bunny ran forward and slammed her hand against it, pushing it closed again. Her heart raced, her stomach twisted tightly. “I don’t live in fear.”

“Like hell you don’t.” Bea turned her back to the door and canted her head to the side. “Can’t you see what you’re doing?”

“I live my life exactly how I want to live it.” Anger burst in Bunny’s chest. She stepped close to Bea, pushing her against the door. “And I don’t intend to live it any other way.”

“Because you’re letting fear run you over like an eighteen-wheeler.”

“Fuck you, Bea.”

Bea laughed coldly. “You wish.”

Bunny’s jaw dropped.

Bea clasped onto Bunny’s cheeks and pulled her in hard. Their mouths slammed together in a fiery kiss. Bunny tried to pull away, but Bea held her tightly. She was so strong, and Bunny didn’t really want to leave. She wanted them to stay right where they were, mouths together, bodies together. Bunny’s knees weakened. She pushed harder into Bea to keep herself upright.

Bea slid her hand from Bunny’s cheek to her neck, parting her lips and sliding her tongue against Bunny’s. It was a plea to give in. It was Bea begging for Bunny to tell her that she was right.

But she was so wrong.

Bunny didn’t need the world to know who she was. No one needed to know except her. Moving in swiftly, Bunny tried to take control, but Bea flipped them, pushing Bunny’s back into the door. Bunny groaned, her hips jutting out until Bea pushed her thick thigh right between Bunny’s legs. Bunny groaned, her eyes fluttering shut as sensations took over her.

“Fuck,” Bunny mumbled. She gave in. She pushed her hands into Bea’s hair and pulled her in even closer. Their lips melding together in a desperate kiss.

This was all she needed to know that she was gay. A woman in her arms, someone who was hot and heavy, someone who would melt as soon as she touched her. She slid her hand up Bea’s back, finding her bra strap and snapping it for good measure. She needed more of those amazing tits. Perhaps she could press her face between them and forget there was a world outside that existed.

Bea bit her lip as she smoothed her hands down Bunny’s front until she reached the button and zipper on Bunny’s jeans. “Do I get a taste this time?”

“If you want,” Bunny answered, enjoying the sly look in Bea’s eyes.

What had gotten into them?

They couldn’t keep apart. They couldn’t even stop touching each other. From that one night, to the insane kiss at the piano, to this? Bunny sucked in a sharp breath and pressed her shoulders against the door. Did she even care if Bea managed to plant her face right between Bunny’s legs? Nope.

Get fucked.

That’s all Bunny cared about right now. Shutting Bea up about living out in the world, and getting fucked good and hard. Bunny shoved her pants down her hips to her ankles. She didn’t even get a chance to take off her shoes before Bea was on her knees and her hot mouth was on Bunny’s clit.

“Holy crap.” Bunny gripped onto the doorknob to keep herself upright. She bit back her moan, not wanting it to reverberate around the room and alert everyone in the building to what exactly they were doing.

Bea laughed, the vibrations rolling through Bunny’s clit to her stomach to her chest. Her nipples hardened instantly. She wanted so much more than this, but this was all she would ever allow. Bunny pushed the back of Bea’s head, moving Bea harder into her. Bunny clenched her jaw.

“Your tongue is wicked,” Bunny said with a laugh. She couldn’t help herself. If she and Bea only ever did this one more time, she’d be happy as a clam. The first time had been so good. This time was bound to be better.

Bea said nothing as Bunny ground her pussy against her face. The sucking became harder, more frantic. Bea’s breathing was sharp, but she didn’t let up. Bunny rutted against her, needing Bea to keep going. Needing this moment to never end. Here, with a woman between her legs, was exactly what Bunny needed. This and her music and she would be the happiest person on the planet.

Bunny halted.

Piper’s voice filtered down the hallway as she chattered with Jo. They were coming. Bunny froze. She pushed Bea’s face away, but Bea didn’t get up and move. Bunny threw her thumb over her shoulder and raised a finger to her lips. Piper and Jo’s voices grew louder as they walked by and then softer as they left.

Bunny couldn’t do this. She couldn’t let Piper find out any of this. Bea looked at her inquisitively.

“Continue.”

With a small smirk, Bea planted her face back between Bunny’s legs and picked up right where she had been forced to leave off. Bunny tightened her grasp on Bea’s hair. She was so close. Gasping, she crumbled. Bea clutched onto her hips, keeping her upright from the force of her orgasm. Bunny clung to the doorknob, needing it now more than ever.

Bea breathed deep, sliding up Bunny’s body and dragging her shirt with her. She cupped Bunny’s breasts and flicked her nipples. “See? Don’t you want to be able to do that every day?”

“I can do that every day.” Bunny locked her eyes on Bea’s soft blue eyes. Where was this argument even coming from? Bea knew nothing about her or about their band. Yet she had the audacity to tell them they were doing their business wrong. Bunny had been incorrect before. Bea didn’t have an angle. But she was assuredly obnoxious in her convictions. “And even better, I don’t need the world to watch me while I fuck you.”

Spinning them around, Bunny pinned Bea to the door.

“Or did you have a better idea for how to end this little tiff?” Bunny started undoing the buttons on Bea’s blouse, finally finding her push-up bra right in place on the soft mounds of flesh she’d been longing for. Pressing kisses to the tops of Bea’s breasts, Bunny waited for an answer.

“I didn’t realize this was a tiff.” Was Bea’s voice breathy? “I thought this was how you did foreplay.”

Bunny snorted, pressing the flat of her tongue along Bea’s breast and sliding it under the fabric to find her nipple hard and ready for her. Bea chuckled, her chest rising and falling with the sound.

“Oh you’re a feisty one.”

“Are we fucking or fighting?” Bunny retorted.

Bea snorted. “It seems both.”

“Then shut up.” Bunny froze. She sighed heavily and pressed her head to Bea’s chest. “That was uncalled for.”

“It was.” Bea breathed deeply and let it out on a sigh. “So are you going to apologize?”

“Are you going to stop trying to force me to do something I don’t want to do?”

“Touché.” Bea smiled saucily. “But I don’t understand why you won’t—” Bea gasped, her mouth parting. She glanced down.

Bunny’s fingers were under her dress, two fingers deep inside her. “You were saying.”

“Clever.” Bea laughed. “I don’t understand why—”

Bunny started sliding in and out, moving her fingers back and forth and pressing the heel of her palm into Bea’s clit. The distraction was working. Because she didn’t want Bea to finish that thought. She didn’t want to have to answer the question.

“Why won’t you just admit it?” Bea said between gasps.

“Admit what?”

“That you’re scared!”

Bunny paused all movement. She shot Bea a glare and pursed her lips. “I’m not afraid or ashamed about being gay.”

“I beg to differ.”

“You don’t know me.” Pulsing her fingers between Bea’s legs, Bunny put as much focus as she possibly could into making Bea come apart on her fingers. Bunny held Bea close, pushing her fingers in harder, faster. “You won’t know me. Ever.”

Bea groaned, her eyes clenched tight. She had to be close. Her breathing was rapid. Her cheeks red. Her body tight. “Challenge.” Bea breathed heavily. “Accepted.”

Bea tightened around Bunny’s fingers. She wrapped her arms around Bunny’s shoulders as her knees gave way. Bunny had to work to keep them from tumbling hard to the floor. She stumbled on her way down, her knee cracking into the hard floor as she softened Bea’s fall.

Bunny winced, but she held onto Bea until she was sure Bea wouldn’t hurt herself. Then she slowly moved back, wiping her fingers on her shirt. She was just about to move to pull her pants up when Bea grabbed hold of her shoulders and dragged her in for a kiss.

This time it was slow. Bunny slid into the embrace, their mouths melding together. She breathed deeply, smelling nothing but Bea. The scent of sex filled her nostrils. No doubt the entire practice room reeked of it. Bunny pulled back slightly, needing to breathe. She had to figure out what the hell they were doing because sex twice was out of the question. This couldn’t happen a third time.

Bunny swallowed hard.

Bea looked around them and hit her head lightly against the door. “What are we doing, Bunny?”

“Hell if I know.” Bunny moved, pulling up her pants and doing up the button and zipper. She sat on the floor next to Bea, her legs stretched out. If she looked over at Bea, she still got to look at her perfect breasts, just begging to be touched again.

“I won’t have a hidden relationship.”

“Good. Because I don’t want a relationship.”

Bea’s lips parted in surprise, but she shrugged slightly. “Then we’re on the same page.”

“At least about this. I’m not making the song gay.”

Humming, Bea breathed deep, her chest rising and falling slowly. Bunny couldn’t take her gaze off Bea’s tits. Her stunningly beautiful, perfect tits. Bea put a finger under Bunny’s chin and lifted her gaze.

“My eyes are up here.”