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"Ten minutes ‘til I have to leave," Mikey says slowly into the back of her neck, and Ray is already rolling over.
In some number of hours, it'll be two years of living together. “You get up too early.”
Mikey kisses her, dirty and freshly brewed, and on the sides of Ray’s face her fingers are still hot from her coffee mug. “I saved you the rest of the pot,” she says, and Ray doesn’t care yet because her hands are under the sheets now, feeling Ray up and sliding down her stomach.
She teases with her palm, but not too much because they’re tight on time, always, in the mornings. Just until Ray says, “Mikey, please,” just like she feels herself saying now. Then Mikey takes her apart, really wakes her up with her fingers until Ray is panting while she gets her kiss goodbye. Ray licks them off today, and watches Mikey’s eyes get hopeful about tonight.
Sometimes she wonders how many times Mikey has to get off in the shower, before she comes to wake her up, in order to function at all at work. Ray can’t imagine having to drive there and be there and actually think about doing her job if she only had time in the morning to get Mikey off and then needed to leave.
She kisses Mikey goodbye, because Mikey loves the taste, then Mikey says, “God,” and then, “Love you.”
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Mikey said that she was vaguely planning on skipping out of work early when they were talking last night, but Ray had been bone tired at the time and didn't retain much.
They're going to dinner tonight, somewhere nice that Mikey picked because Ray is usually the one who has to choose that sort of thing. Mikey forgets there are other things around her sometimes, things outside her routine, but she’s like clockwork with keeping their anniversaries straight even when Ray has some trouble with it. And she was there for both of them.
Getting Mikey to kiss her, which had taken both more and less work than she thought it would, and the day when they’d brought the first box up all these damn steps to their apartment.
It had taken Ray about five minutes to want all these things that they have together now. Gee had called her about saving the world, Ray had gone to the Way place and spent more time there than she ever had before, hours talking about writing, about playing, about what their sound was going to be. And then Mikey had gotten home from work, glasses hanging down her nose, and immediately started talking to Ray like she’d been there with them all afternoon. Mikey had gestured with her paper bag of fries, and Ray sat across from the table to share her dinner and listen to her say all the same stuff that Gee had gone over, because that denim jacket and Mikey’s mouth had put her in a listening mood.
She gets a glimpse of the clock when she starts the dishwasher. She gets mornings to herself some days, because this is the part of every day that always fills up last, but she still really likes doing her errands and her warmups.
The middle of the day is for working with Gee right now, and meeting with other guitarists to horse around sometimes. But she and Gee are months into the planning sessions, past the first sessions where Gee gives her a map that has nothing on it and they have to draw the picture together so Frank has somewhere to go and Mikey can see where she fits. They’re all tightening down the record. They’re looking for a new drummer, someone who can commit the time, and Ray really hopes it happens before everything on this project gets too far along. Life is speeding up, for all four of them, and probably kicking off before her birthday. Frank was right.
She goes the wrong way home afterward, out for flowers for Mikey, because she always gets them on one of their days and sometimes just during the week because it’s been too long. They make Mikey's face slowly turn pink, and she gets a private little pleased expression like Ray gave her a little universe instead of dropping fifteen dollars at a grocery store in January. Ray is obsessed with the details of Mikey, every single one she can find. What works, what doesn’t, what to say when they’re done fighting so that Mikey knows she really is sorry, and she’s still in love, and she doesn’t plan on stopping even if the worst happens and Mikey doesn’t want to hold onto her heart anymore.
She gets back to their apartment--god, she's so glad she doesn't live with her brother anymore, and while she loves Gee, too, there are some hints she can't take at all--and Mikey is already in her coat and her scarf, the nice one her mom gave her for her birthday last year.
"Turn around, turn around," Ray says, sidling through the door and biting her lip when the plastic crinkles. It can't be helped. She turns away from Mikey with her prize and Mikey knows not to complain while Ray dresses it up with the vase and trimming the stems.
She's quick and accurate from practice, and kisses Mikey when she's ready to present them.
Mikey's eyes were shut tight, and Ray loves that part, too. She kisses Ray a second time before she gently touches some of the roses and carnations, and the little fernlike things that are secretly Ray's favorite part. They contrast everything so well, they're delicate, and out of the bunch they’ll wilt last. They're like Mikey.
God, she could fucking propose right now. She squeezes a hug across Mikey's shoulders and gets into her nice clothes, shakes her hair out of its ponytail, then grabs her own coat so they can head out.
Mikey's all tucked in her coat until they're seated in the restaurant, and then Ray realizes all over again that she's in over her head. Mikey looks obscene when she takes it off. There's a shimmer to her skirt, halfway between black and purple, and her shirt has such a high neckline except for the deep, narrow cut at the front that Ray wants to rip it off. Her nails are glossy and dark blue and Ray wants to get them in her mouth, feel how smooth they would be, what it would be like if she just grabbed Mikey's lower lip between two fingers and rubbed it.
Mikey smiles at her, lip gloss shining, like she knows.
Ray remembers to breathe out, and Mikey tangles their fingers up together. She knows she's staring, and nobody gets to say jack shit to her about it.
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They go inside their building together, tipsy from the wine and giggling like they always do when there's any whiff of mischief involved.
Mikey unbuckles her own shoes, and leans over toward Ray's. She closes her eyes for a moment, just going by the feel of Mikey's sure hands loosening the ankle straps, the little brush of air when Mikey kisses right above her knee. Her other hand slips a little higher, playing with the hem of Ray's dress. She sighs. It’s hot when they have to fuck quick in the back of the van, but she loves it slow like this, and Mikey is playing her like a fucking fiddle right now.
Mikey tugs gently to spin her around and kisses her hip, over the fabric, then the back of her bare arm. She shifts Ray's hair and plants one more kiss behind her ear and tugs the zipper down. Ray lets her dress fall.
"Want you, come on," Mikey whispers and Ray has a plan half formed for when they make it to their bed but it immediately goes to bits when she's pulled into Mikey's lap.
There's half of a fading hickey to look at once Ray gets that shirt off, god. It's right underneath her collarbone, and there are about four of Mikey's tiny freckles scattered above it, and there's a little scratch from what they got up to yesterday. She drops her head to taste Mikey's skin, drink in the smooth texture that was waiting for her in that little strip she could see at dinner.
Her fingers claw into Ray's back a little, and Ray takes her fucking time until they’re both naked. She's felt like teasing back all night, twisting in Mikey's lap to make sure she kisses every angle of Mikey’s jawline, the space behind her ear, both corners of her mouth. Right above her nipple, right under her collarbone.
"Jesus wept," Mikey's saying when Ray tunes back in for the words and not just the flow of them. "Please go get my dick, please, oh my god."
Ray had the presence of mind, this afternoon, to make this step much easier and closer to home and put it in the nightstand instead of in the bathroom. They don't use it all the time, but Ray had a good feeling about tonight in particular. “Great news,” she says, straight-faced for a moment, glad that she doesn’t have to stop touching or lose sight of Mikey on a trip into the other room.
She hands it over, but refuses to get all the way off of Mikey's legs so she can slip into the harness. Ray’s most evil shortcut is to just adjust Mikey's hand to hold the base of it between her sharp, sharp hips, open her mouth for it, and go down deep.
She isn't feeling very patient right now, even when Mikey breathes, "Oh, that's just cruel." Ray doesn't fucking care, and it's not like Mikey's never tossed her on her back to get what she wanted before. Ray wants to suck her off, now, and if they have to take extra time to get her all harnessed up after this, well, it's better than delaying this particular moment.
She drops her hair once, twice, and when she gives up, she feels Mikey gather it up with her free hand and hold it for her while she's bobbing her head and trying to remember how to breathe without choking on her.
She presses closer, lips touching Mikey's hand over and over, and Mikey whimpers. Ray pulls off triumphantly, if a little breathless, to watch her snap for air. "Yeah?"
"I’m never interrupting that again," Mikey says quietly. Her chest is still heaving, and when she shifts, her cock is close enough to Ray's face that it almost bumps her cheek. "Come here, please, please." Ray kisses the silicon, watching Mikey's eyes go liquid dark, and kisses Mikey with everything she can muster. There's spit sort of all over her face, she can feel it, but Mikey never cares about that.
Mikey’s fingers steer her upward, clutching her jaw, fitting their faces together to kiss long and slow. One hand slips an unsteady path down Ray’s body and then there are fingertips toying with her, getting her ready. She’s been so on edge since they got to dinner that Mikey asked for their dessert to-go before Ray could even bring it up.
“Ray, come back,” Mikey says. Right. She moves closer so Mikey can reach better, and Ray can see just how huge her pupils are.
“That’s me,” she says, instead of, you’re so hot it makes me lose my mind. She kisses Mikey again, sloppy and heavy and right. Being patient is so hard and this is the best way she can think of to talk Mikey into, “Yeah, yes, please,” into sliding her fingers in at long last, fucking into her steady and deep on smooth knuckles and hard calluses.
She loves that they're so evenly matched.
“I couldn't take my eyes off of you, it’s like we’re the only people out there, here, I know it’s cliché,” Mikey’s saying between Ray’s neck and her shoulder, biting down hard. She shudders, and Mikey bites again, and again toward the center of her chest, then toward her heart like always. The path Mikey takes soothes her more than Mikey’s tongue does.
“It’s not, it’s new because it’s us.” Ray stops arguing and starts talking nonsense freely and sweetly because she’s going to come soon, it’s building right now. “Remember when I was on my knees, in Omaha, and you had my shirt up around my neck, and there was, baby, there, fuck, was. Whatever, you were mad that they left us, and when we were in the back bathroom it was like you were mad at me too, hottest thing ever, bite marks on my lip because you wanted me to shut up, jesus Mikey, because of the lock.”
She clenches on Mikey’s fingers, pushing back and still holding herself up with one hand and keeping the other on the side of Mikey’s neck. Mikey kisses her as she shudders through it, and then she gets Ray on all fours somehow, which sort of reminds her that what she’d really wanted tonight was to let Mikey fuck her a few times and then get Mikey on her stomach and spread her out and eat her out for the rest of the night. It’s too late now, she’s feeling selfish and her whole body feels so good.
Mikey’s fingers from the back feel even longer, or the angle really is everything, or maybe she’s gone from two to three. Counting’s not Ray’s business right now, just rhythm. And precision, despite both being a little sloshed still. “Fuck, give it to me, fit your whole hand, oh shit, Mikey.”
Mikey’s giggling behind her, but when Ray’s close, she stops, and Ray lets it slide because she gets to help Mikey into the harness, which is going to be a process where she maybe annoys the hell out of Mikey tonight, letting her hands wander just enough to keep Mikey warm without disturbing the lines of the straps or preventing Mikey from seeing what she’s doing. It’s a fine line to walk, and sometimes she has to move down to lick at her wetness while Mikey resettles a buckle that slipped. Tonight Mikey finally fucking puts her fingers in Ray’s mouth instead. “I want to see you.”
Ray is more than happy to get on her back in just a second, after she flips her tongue over every knuckle in her mouth, finds out that Mikey’s nails are deliciously smooth after all when Mikey pushes for the back of her throat again and Ray lets her.
She wants it from behind this time, actually, and when she tells Mikey, "Just hang on, let me have it like this, I'm going to feel you forever," wet fingers trail the side of her face and then she turns and there’s Mikey’s dick up against her. That first push in is Ray’s favorite part. Not that she doesn’t have a lot of other favorite parts, because she and Mikey are both inventive people. But Mikey slides into her slowly while they both breathe out heavily, letting her feel the base land flush against her and running her fingers from Ray’s shoulders to the top of her ass, just light enough that she shivers again.
When she’s set a pace that makes Ray grab two handfuls of sheets, grab her own hair, push herself backwards to feel it deeper, she can feel her wetness getting all over her thighs. “I don’t know what to do with you, push me too far, need to take it for you, I love that you want me, love you knowing how to make me come, love it when you do me all fucking night, Mikey, you’re so good to me, listen to what you’re doing, so wet for you, you’re so hot I have to tell you.”
Mikey’s got her almost dizzy, swallowing for air hard. “Tell me all about it,” she taunts, and then she’s fucking Ray harder and faster and Ray comes for forever, Mikey squeezing her waist and making her twitch and feel it again, grind down and notice how deep Mikey is in her again, have ten more aftershocks about it. It’s dire.
Mikey’s running her hands, her hands are always so warm on Ray’s skin, she’s running her hands over every part she can reach and helping Ray turn over. “Hey, look at me, yeah, that's it,” she says, much more softly as she adjusts their legs to fit together. Ray is already reaching under the harness for her, knowing what she’s going to feel.
Mikey's soaked, wet down to her ass and smeared between her legs. Ray spreads it around and moves a little more so that they can rock together, Mikey slick on her thigh and Mikey’s dick against her stomach. There’s just barely enough room for her to keep working Mikey’s clit steadily the same way Mikey just fucked her, and periodically she jerks her off just to hear the moans change. Her other hand is occupied on the back of Mikey’s neck, pushing and pulling her body while she gasps and stutters.
Mikey says, “It’s almost enough, need you,” and Ray speeds up until Mikey’s head is thrown back and Ray can get her mouth on her nipples. She hasn’t come, but she lets Ray stop to pull her close with the harness and flatten her legs apart.
Ray goes down.
Eventually, the sun comes up.
When the room is pink and gold at five, they've fallen asleep and fucked and slept enough times that they're both ready to give up and just pull an all-nighter, devote a sick day each to sinking into the time where they don't have to pay attention to anything but each other. God knows they're hoarse and sticky enough to pull it off, morning light growing in the room.
"Let's just stay home," Mikey says, right on cue. "We'll get married in the kitchen and honeymoon here."
Ray watches her try to fix the sheets and fail miserably, then says slowly, "We could get married on my side and honeymoon on your side, if that's better for our budget."
Mikey's laugh comes out as a little huff. "We can elope to the floor, but your dad's going to be pissed."
"We can build a courthouse once you figure out how to untwist the sheets," Ray says.
"I untwist them by making you twist them up, Ray Toro," she says, and then hooks their legs together. "Take me to the courthouse and I'll show you."