Written for Tas for the 2009 xmas_rocks exchange
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"Dammit, Amy, why do you always have to say these things to the press?" "What things?" "You know what things. All this crap about how we hate each other's guts and constantly fight." "Oh...that..." Amy looked at Cristina from where she sat at the older vocalist's vanity cleaning off her make up from the show she'd played earlier that evening. "Yeah, that..." groused Cristina as she threw the paper on the floor and stomped her foot on it for good measure. "Fuckin' piece of trash." "Well I can't exactly tell them that you and I are...whatever we are, y'know? The press would go nuts." "Of course not, but do you have to make it out to be like we're at each other's throats?" "Um, we are on occasion," she said with a smirk at the mirror. "I don't mean like that. It's bad enough that the fans battle it out over who's better and with you feeding the press this shit..." "Baby, calm down. It's really not that bad," she said soothingly as she wiped away the last of her eyeliner and turned to face her raven-haired lover. "Easy for you to say, you get to stay over here and hop around while I go over there to face your fans." "Let security deal with them," she snickered. "Not funny, Amy," she huffed. Amy sighed and came over to sit on the bed next to Cristina. She slid an arm around her waist and leaned in close. "Remember what the best thing about fighting is?" she whispered in her ear. "What?" "Making up afterwards." Cristina swallowed hard as Amy nipped at her ear lobe then slowly trailed down the slender throat. Her breath breezed across the damp skin sending a shiver down Cristina's back. "Sneaky little bitch," she rasped. "I know." Cristina turned her head just enough to bring her lip to lip with her lover. Amy moaned softly as Cristina kissed her deeply with the passion of one who'd been away too long. These few stolen moments between albums and tours were a godsend to them both and they always took full advantage of them. Amy pushed at the satin robe Cristina wore coaxing it to fall off her shoulders and display the rosy crest of her breasts. She caressed the warm, smooth skin and listened to Cristina's contented sighs. Their mouths parted reluctantly and Cristina's head tilted back against Amy's shoulder as she arched into her lover's touch. Her breath hissed through her teeth as Amy stroked her nipples through the satin then pinched them gently. Amy's hands roved lower finding the tie of the robe and tugging it to encourage the robe to drape away further. "You're so beautiful, baby," said Amy in a hushed tone. Cristina could only moan in response as Amy's hands skimmed lower to tease her mons. "Are you wet for me too?" "Yes..." She was about to slip her fingers lower to find out when Cristina rolled away out of her embrace. "Not so fast, baby," she panted then moved to press Amy back into the mattress. "Mmmmmm, of course, always have to be in charge don't you," she teased as she gave way to the lustful Italian's wishes. "Yes, I do." Amy honestly didn't mind too much as Cristina carefully peeled away her stage clothes leaving the corset for last. "Fuckin' laces," she muttered drawing a chuckle from Amy. "Wait till you see the treat I bought in Paris," she teased. "Can't wait." Once the corset was undone she pushed it aside and ran her tongue along the valley between Amy's breasts. Her lover's gasps were music to her ears as she traced along her collarbone before diving back down to suckle lightly at her breasts. Amy slid her fingers into Cristina's night black tresses pressing at her encouragingly and hoping she wouldn't stop anytime soon. "Please, Cristina," she murmured as she changed tactics and lightly pushed at her lover's head. Cristina chuckled huskily and swiped her tongue over a dusky nipple one more time before kissing her way southbound. "Nice, I always knew the French were good for something," she snickered as she toyed with the rhinestone tassels on the seductive scrap of barely there lingerie. Amy moaned blissfully as Cristina's tongue stroked over her sex. She'd been thinking of this when she'd been in the shop picking out the elaborate G-string. It wasn't normally the kind of thing she'd wear except for her rendezvous with Cristina. Her arms stretched back over her head as her lover eagerly devoured her. She could swear she nearly saw stars when Cristina suckled at her clit then flicked it repeatedly with her tongue. "Oh God!" she cried out as she came once then dangled on the edge of another orgasm. Cristina's lips turned upward in a knowing smile as she gently but firmly swiped her tongue against Amy's clit triggering more incoherent cries from her lover. She moved her mouth away and teased the sensitive flesh with a single finger prolonging the aftershocks that rippled through Amy's body. "Going to return the favor, lover?" she inquired teasingly. "Of course, when I can move," panted Amy then groaned as she watched Cristina suckle the juices from her finger. Cristina chuckled and moved to lie on top of Amy pressing their bodies together. She kissed her lightly at first then more deeply sharing the taste of her between them. She let out a grunt as Amy found the strength to roll them onto their sides still embracing tightly. Amy slowly pried her lips from Cristina's and licked them earning a moan from her lover. She smirked then leaned in to nuzzle and nip at her throat before trailing downwards. She took her time when she reached Cristina's breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers then flicking at them with her tongue. It took everything Cristina had not to slip her fingers between her own legs as she gasped at Amy's tortuous pace. "Faster, baby...I need you," she hushed. Amy sighed against her breasts then took a distended nipple between her lips as her fingers trailed down along Cristina's side and thigh. Cristina inhaled sharply as Amy applied the same finger roll to her clit, grabbing a hold of the younger singer's shoulders hauling her upward briefly for a passionate kiss. Amy blinked a little when Cristina finally released her then quickly slid down the sensuous body beside her. Cristina fell backward almost limp with pleasure as Amy's tongue caressed her folds. Her heels scraped along the sheets as her muscles tensed and her hips jerked against Amy's lips. "Amy...please...ah...oh!" she panted then let out a gasping cry as orgasm finally shattered her senses. Amy didn't leave it at that though as she pressed her tongue in deeper and rubbed at Cristina's clit with her thumb. Her hips practically flew up off the bed at that and she let out a hoarse cry of ecstasy as pleasure flooded her body a second time right on the heels of her last orgasm. Amy gently cleaned up the mess she'd made between her lover's legs before slowly crawling back up her spasming body leaving light kisses here and there as she went. "I wish you didn't have to go," she whispered softly as she nuzzled Cristina's ear. "I'll see you again, baby," murmured Cristina as she cradled her lover close, "As long as we're fighting we'll keep making up like this." Amy chuckled at Cristina's reminder about their quarrel then snuggled into her embrace as the two of them dozed off.
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