Confessions and Roleplay

Title: Roleplay and Confessions

Author: Spookyteddy
Comments: It’s updated! I’ve added added new stuff! I thought about this fic while reading the DEBS’ commentary( the section where Sara is talking about Jordana and that she’s Amy and Sara is Lucy.)
Rated: NC-17

Summary:PWP In Barcelona, Losing a bet, confessions and dress-up

Please let me know what you think. I personally think it was rushed. ~

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Roleplay and Confessions


I peered through the window on a perfectly gorgeous Barcelona Evening. The sun was about to set and I can see by the faint purples and pinks that the stars would appear pretty soon. I sigh and go back to the task at hand, loosening my laces against my chest. Still too tight.

"You almost ready?" I call out in the distance.
"Yeah, I guess...” she replies back.

I struggle to get the laces to loosen, then give up. My boobs are way too big on her shirt. "Lucy, I think it's too tight. How is it on your end?"

"Ugh."
"What?" I poke my head through the closet door frame to see her, but Lucy waves me off.

"No peeking!" she grumbles. I go back to adjust my hair.
"Do you want my hair up or down?" I ask her.

"Down" She purrs," definitely down. I comply, putting my dark makeup on. I feel kinda foolish and nervous but I really hope she likes it.

"Ok, I'm finished. Are you?" I hear her sigh.

"Lucy?"
"I suppose. Can you come out first?" I shake my head. I've been fooled by her charms before.

"nu-uh. You lost the bet. I want to see you." Again she groans as she slowly walks out. I catch my breath.

"Fine! Happy Now?!" She grimaces. Lucy Diamond stands before me, clothed in my old Debs uniform, she wears black knee socks. And my white shirt is half-unbuttoned, drapes over her tightly-tanned body. Her pony tail is neat and tidy, and her tie hangs loosely around her neck. For a long while I stare at her, my heartbeat quickening as well as my pulse. She crosses her arms embarrassingly, and buttons her shirt back up. I groan.

"Why did you button my shirt back up?” Lucy rolls her lovely eyes at me, sauntering towards me.

"All the better for you to unbutton my shirt back off, gorgeous." I nod, thinking the obvious but I can't help but stare at her, so much longer it makes her uncomfortable. She tries to adjust her plaid skirt, frowning.

"I *REALLY* don’t like wearing this. Makes me feel stupid. Goodie-goodie and stupid." I try to ease the tension, but I really can't tell her anything, I just stare. My knees are starting to get weak, as I swallow and straighten up. Say something, Dammit! Actual Words!

"You look, um,..you-you" I stammer like a complete idiot. I notice now that she is blushing no matter how much she hides it. , She avoids my eyes, looking intently at the wall. God, she looks so hot! Too hot. I feel a slow burn beginning deep between my legs. She shakes her head, scowling. She isn't used to this.

“You look What? Stupid? I can't believe I lost that bet." I held up a hand to silence her.

"No, I was going to say that you look really sexy. *Really* sexy." It dawns on her slowly, charmed by my words. Nice save, Bradshaw, I thought. She lowers her head shyly, smiles a dazzling, Lucy-smile, pulls the hem on my white shirt self-consciously.

"Oh.” She says, she doesn’t even realize how gorgeous she really is, how she makes me feel.
“Thanks, she croaks, "Now let's see yours."
I swallow nervously. Probably more than hers.

" Ok...promise you won't laugh?" She gives me a look, straining her head as if to see me around the edge of the closet a few feet ahead.

"What? no of course not. Let me see." I close my eyes then step out. I'm clothed in Lucy's black halter top, with the V neck with the laces zig-zagging across it, it's too small on me way too tight, and reveals too much cleavage. It makes me look like a slut, and to top it off I'm wearing is Lucy's leather pants, low cut that shows my ass crack. The dark makeup doesn't help. I look like a crack whore. I stand there for a while in her presence, keeping my eyes closed, my cheeks beet red.

"Ok. Here I am. “I mutter. She says nothing.

"Lucy?" I open my eyes, to see her walking slowly, pulls out a gun. I notice it's just a water gun she has.

"Stop in the name of the law!" She pretends, giving her best impression of me as she holds the water gun to my chest menacingly. I hold up my hands in mock-surrender.

"Alright, you whench! You can't pin this on me! I didn't do nothin!" She looks sort of surprised at my words. Did I say that? Was that me? I look at her as she eyes me up and down, circling me, making me nervous. I try to be cool and impassive. I try to be as wicked as her.

"Oh?" She queries. She has a playful grin on her face,"Hands down, villain." I comply, while she still circles me, pointing the water gun. I try not to grin, because she acts so serious and dramatic when she's pretending me. So cute.

"You didn't do anything, eh?" I shook my head... She presses the gun into my chest, and trails down the expanse of my abdomen; back up again into the valley between my breasts.
"You're Lucy Diamond! you robbed a dozen banks and killed a hundred men! “She sneers. I tried not to but couldn't repress a giggle. She grabbed my wrist, pushing me against the wall.

"Don't you dare laugh at me, you harlot! I'm the goodie goodie here! The poster child! And you are under my control!" I winced at the pain of Lucy's tightening my wrist. For a moment she realizes that she hurt me and slightly loosens her hand,
threading my fingers into hers. Turning the tables, I slap my other hand, pushing the gun away quickly. I squeeze our hands together, and” Amy“ gulps, playing along.

“You won’t get away with this!” She exclaims dramatically, “The DEBS will come for me!! Let me go or I’ll-”

"You'll what?" I scoff, I’m looking down at her, my eyes dark, dangerous. I give her the most evil, seductive grin I can muster. I push her against the wall; move my lips to her ear and whisper.

"I'll make you mine...then I'll make you scream!" I promise her, and she involuntary moans as I press my body against hers. She pushes her hands as she struggles to pull me away, but push her again, keeping my body weight to brace her.

“No, I won’t let you!” She breathes, her chest is flushed now, her breathing shallow. I lean in so that my lips are an inch between hers, her brown eyes locked on them.

"Then I guess I'll have to show you I mean business."
She gasps as as my leg digs in between her thighs, my knee rubbing methodically. She closes her eyes, tilting her head against the wall, and I let go of her wrists, adjusting the plaid skirt to allow greater access. Another moan, this time louder, and I wrap my arm around her waist. Ever so slowly, I head lean into her chest, not touching her just inhale deeply. It tickles. She jumps when I bite down on her earlobe.

"You smell so damn good" I husk, as I kiss up and down her neck. She whimpers as my lips lands on a particularly sensitive spot, and I suck on it hard, leaving a deep red mark.

“You’re mine now.” I say, my eyes piercing into her own. She smirks,

Breaking out of character, “I always was yours.” I drop my knee, glaring at her.

“Not the way we play the game.”
“Sorry.” Lucy shrugs.

“What do you want from me?” She says. I Press my lips, kissing her hungrily, thrusting my tongue. When I break the kiss I suck her bottom lip, then pull away abruptly. She tries to reach and kiss me, wanting more, but I hold her shoulders against the wall. Lucy looks at me amused, her eyes dreamy.

"Don't try and struggle." I husk. "You want me just as much as I want you. Don't fight it."

"No! I don't want you!" she gasps, playing along.

"You do. You want me so bad that every night you lay awake and imagine me putting my hands on your hot little body, don't you?"

"No!" Her voice wavers, and I pull her hands, as I guide her to the bed. She slaps my arms away, really lamely. I push her down on the bed, straddling her body as I tower over her. I grab my wrists forcing my full weight.

“I love it when you squirm.” I chuckle; she tries to pretend to fight me off. But now I'm in charge, I’m in control, and she looks at me waiting for my queue. I swallow, the feeling of me being the dominant one hasn’t really happened before. I’m a bit insecure. God I'm so wet and I want her to touch me there to get it over with, but then the game would end. I don't want that. I look up at her and pretend I’m her again, I let go of her, and with quick-reflexes, I I grab the pair of diamond-studded handcuffs I bought her when we landed in Barcelona, and cuff her with ease. I smile at her as she realizes. Lucy strains, with a grunt, and I come down on her, lost in the fantasy. I try and kiss her lips and she moves to avoid me, craning her neck up.

“Stop it! I don’t like you! You’re the enemy!” She says. I run my tongue along the nape and she lets out a low moan, her body relaxing, my hands slowly creep up her knees, then the hem of her skirt. I skip over the skirt and rip her shirt open suddenly. A few stray buttons fly across the room. I smile widely at the spectacle.

"You, my sweet, are not wearing a bra." I pretend as Lucy, my hands slowly cup her breasts. She whimpers and I smile doing my best evil Lucy smile.

“I don’t want you…” she whispers, shuddering as my finger traces a path along her bare breasts. She closes her eyes, arching her back into my touch.

“Oh, I think you do.” I state.

"And I think, I think you've always wanted me. Ever since I saw your surveillance photo in class. I tried to deny it, to push it away, to clear my thoughts of you. But when I met you face-to face, I knew. I knew how bad you wanted me. And Now I know you imagine me, in class, me tying you up, kissing you, and fucking you, right?" I do everything, kiss, nip, suck and bite her chest, breasts and abdomen, and pull back meeting her gaze.

"No...” She says with almost a faint whisper, her eyes are glassy and dark. I pull her skirt off, revealing a white cotton thong. My panties. I used to wear. I cock an eyebrow. So not-Lucy. She always wears nothing. I am so admired that she's doing this. It shows her she's serious about our relationship.

"No?" I grab the tie, pulling her head up to look her in the eyes. I’m careful not to make her arms strain against the handcuffs; I want her to be comfortable.

"No? When I do this..." I pull her in for a deep, hard kiss, thrusting my tongue in so frantically, that makes her breathless.

“Or when I do this?" I put my hot mouth around her nipple and suck it hard, just the way she likes.

“Noo…” She hisses, her arms straining again because I know if the cuffs weren’t there, she’d grasp them in my hair. But she still tries to struggle with the cuffs. Given the situation when we’re wrestling, I just usually give up. But that’s Lucy’s way, a fighter to the end.

"Not when I hold you down and control you because you think it's wrong or immoral, but you know it's so right? Not when I do this?" And I very slowly pull the panties down, and slowly kiss a path down the insides of her thighs.

"Ooh, Fuck...” She cries out. I smile, and look up.

"What's that? You have a dirty mouth on you, DEB." I run my tongue along the from the end of one knee sock, along the well-muscled flesh and feel it quiver. She makes another sound, loudly; her head falls back on the pillow. Her fingers twitch.

“Touch me.” She whines, but I relent.

"I thought you didn't want me?" I tease, nuzzling her skin and pressing a kiss. I smile sexily at her between her legs, clearly enjoying how I’m driving her crazy. She bucks her hips.

"Amy, Please!" Lucy growls, bitterly, knowing full well the game ended a long time ago. But not for me. I grab both of her hands, I slowly pull her thong away, and I crawl back up. I lay on my side against my horny, irritated girlfriend, her breathing labored, her chest now heaving as her eyes, once playful and amused are now filled with desire. I reach in, pulling her pony tail elastic away, letting the brunette tresses free to allow her comfort.

“You know what I want to hear.” I said. Her eyes blink.

“I love you?” She offers with a grin.

“Wrong answer.” I say, pinching her nipples.

"Please, I can't take-" I shut her up, pulling her in another passionate kiss, my hands raking across her side, her knee wrapping around my hip, and I groan, pulling my lips to her ear.

“Say Mercy.” I husk. She swallows, her lips moving, and I know she’s gone.
“Don’t make me say it...” She slurs, and I pinch her tighter.

Merrcy.”

“That’s my girl.” I smile at her getting what I want, knowing that she’s surrendering herself for me and only me. I move to her ear again.

"Tell me you want my fingers inside you." I purr, my fingers dance against Lucy's thighs, underneath her skirt.

"Tell me you only ever think of me. That when you are in your class Your hand is in between your legs and you're imagining me. You're so afraid and embarrassed that someone will see what you're doing.

Admit it. “Lucy looks back at me, completely aware that I had just admitted my most embarrassing fantasy about her.

“Oh...” I curse myself, and she smiles proudly, her face smug with realization. Our game is starting to make me feel more confidant, like this dark part of me that's waking up. It’s become scary, too real. All because of her. She’s smiling proudly and I frown. She’s enjoying my misery of my confession-slip.

"Yes," She confesses, playing the game again," I want you inside me."

And I am more than happy to comply, my knee spreading her, my fingers waste no time in plunging inside her. Lucy practically sobs. Her hips buck and writhe, my other hand that isn't buried inside her; I use it to rake my fingers against her hair. I look at her, her eyes closed and concentrating, her cries getting louder and more pronounced.
"Deeper" She whispers harshly, and I thrust my fingers as far as it could go, her body is moving against me, her face contorting in raw pleasure as she struggles to hold on. God, she's fucking beautiful. I try to feel around inside her, to find the spot I know will make her go overboard. When I hit that spot, she cries out, and I curl my fingers putting pressure on her. I don't know what's come over me but I lean over and talk dirty.

"You're so fucking sexy, baby. C'mon...Let it out.” I thrust her as fast as I can, until she lets out a scream. Shit…she hasn’t done that before. I watch her as she rides through waves of pleasure, her fingers spasm and tremble inside my fingers... It might be hours or minutes, she slowly opens her eyes to see me gaze down at her lovingly. She snivels as she stares at me, and I ask if I'd hurt her. She closes her eyes and shakes her head no, taking deep breaths. Damn, I'm good. I wipe away the damp bangs in her eyes. She sighs, smiling up at me through heavy eyes. She's spent. My job is done. I'm happy, I chuckle.

"Mmm?" she says.

"You better be sleepy after all this." I reply.

"I am, what has gotten into you? You were like...I..,an animal!" I shrug.

"I have no idea, All of a sudden I just felt like it. To be you, you know? I always wanted what it felt like." I confess. The corner of her lips curled in a grin.

"Oh really? You're saying you want to be evil?" I shake my head.

"No, I just- well look at you! You’re unbelievably seductive, sexy, and you’re always under control. It’s overpowering. I'm just fascinated with you, that's why I wrote my thesis on you."
She raised a dark eyebrow, grinning.

"Really? So...Let me get this straight, and uncuff me my arms are starting to hurt." Oh shit I forgot to uncuff her!

"Oh! I'm sorry!" unlocking the cuffs off her, I check to see if there is any bruising.

"Does it hurt?" I ask and not realizing it, she flips me over, cuffs my wrist.
"Not really." She winks. I look up at my arm attached to the headboard, as she crawls on top of me, hovering over me like a predatory cat. A Cheshire cat because she’s got that same amused grin.
"I can't believe I fell for it." I huff. She tucks a strand of hair around my ear.

"I can't believe you fell for it!" She purrs, kissing my cheek.
She moves up, focusing on my chest.

"My top looks really amazing on you." Her fingers run over the laces on my v-neck shirt.

, "You should wear it more often."

"It's too tight on me.” She kisses my chest.

"Yeah that's my point." She croons.

"Lucy... I look like a hooker."

"Yeah, that's my point." I glare up at her.
" Oh, and that's what I am ? Your hooker?" Lucy sat up on me, looking down.

"Mmm, let me change the subject."

"Oh, please do." I mutter. She pulls me back up so we’re sitting on the bed, my wrist still attached to the cuffs. She takes off her white shirt, throwing it across the room, then her skirt. I look at her curiously, thinking of what she’ll do to me next. She goes to untie the laces on my top.
“Lucy, what are you doing?” She doesn’t say a word, but she un-cuffs my wrist.

“Luce-“

“Shh.” She gently takes my top off, pulls my pants off, and I chew my lip, nervously. When she’s done, we’re staring at each other, naked on the bed.

"As I was saying...You found me fascinating when you wrote my thesis?" I look up at her with sincerity.

"Yes." She looks down smiling for a long time.
"What?"

"So was that when it happened..." She nods her head in understanding. I looked at her in confusion.
"What?" I ask.
"When you started masturbating in class." Shit. I regret ever saying that. She could tell that I was blushing really red, and she started laughing.

"Lucy! Shut up!!" I growl, pulling my face away from her. She cups my cheeks to let me look at her.

"Not talking to you." I mutter.

"Aww, I'm sorry baby."

"It's embarrassing enough for me to tell you as it is, I'd rather not you making fun of me.” I snap.

"I promise I won't make fun. It's just kinda funny you know?" I scowl at her.

"How is it funny?" She looks at me smiling, really charming; I hate that when I'm angry at her.

"It's funny...." she kisses my cheek, and then my ear." because I didn't know you had it in you."
I pull back.

"What did I do to you back there?" I argue. She nods her head,
"That's true, I guess, but I mean c’mon, Amy. I’m surprised...” I turn my head, not looking at her.

“I just really wanted you that day.” I admit.

“Just that day? “ I pause.

“Well, no.” Her grin gets wider.

“Why did I open my big mouth?” I exclaim, and she cups my chin, keeping our eyes locked.

"What?" I ask. She runs her fingers down my elbow.

"So how did it begin?" I looked at her confused.

"What?"

"You know," she runs a tongue along the cuff of my ear and I shiver.

"When you were in class with your hand down your pants."

"Lucy..." I warn, voiding my eyes, but she moves my chin to force her to look at me.

"Tell me." She prods. I unconsciously bite my lip.

"Uhh." I stutter, And I pull my head up, as I lean into kiss her. She moves away.

"No. Tell me." I groan.

"Ok…" I sigh. She eyes me up and down, putting her hands on my cross-legged thighs.

"What was the class?" she asks. I swallow hard.

"Mostly all of it I guess..." I was rewarded with a peck on the lips.

I go to wrap my arms around her, but she slaps my hands away.

“NO,” she warns,” I want you to stay right here. perfectly still.” I groan, and she puts her hands where they were. I’m trapped under her gaze and touch.

"How does your day dream begin?" she asks. I smile.

"Kiss me." She smiles back.

"No."

"Then I won't tell you unless you do." I say. I knew she'd relent, she always does. She lingers slowly against my lips as my tongue thrusts into her. We both moan, until she breaks the kiss. I blink, trying to slow my libido.

"Well?'' She asks.

My dream begins when you capture me and take me back to your lair; we were in your bedroom."

“But you hadn’t seen my bedroom before I met you.”

“That’s right, I had to imagine it.”

“What does my imaginary bedroom look like?” She asks me.

“It looked…scary. “ I was having a hard time concentrating, as she’s kneading against my skin.

“I-I don’t really remember...”

“Suure you don’t” She smiled,” but that’s Interesting...tell me more..."

“You lead me back to your bed. It was a really big bed. I was both frightened and extremely turned on. Then you pushed me down on your bed." Her hands glided to my hips, squeezing gently.

“Can I touch you?” I ask her. She thinks for a moment, eyes smoldering.

“You may.” I smile, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her into me. We stay this way for a long time, it feels like hours. She scratches my back and I sigh, feeling her heated skin against my body. Her lips press against my ear.

"Then what did I do?" she growls.

“Ripped my clothes off, and tied me up. I try to fight back but you were so enticing.." She let’s go, and crawls around the bed beside me. Her legs shift between my body, and she moves my hair to the side, exposing my ear, blowing into it. I say something that I forgot, but it causes her to laugh.

She kisses my shoulder, her hands drape across my stomach. I lean into her, moaning again.

"So you knew that I was bad news, that if you were to look at me you’d probably think I'd kill you. And you didn't care?"

"I did care...I was afraid of you, scared for my life. But when you looked at me then everything changed. I didn't care anymore, and if you killed me right there at least I’d have that memory when of you." It was the truth, and she lowers down to me to whisper.

"You get off on that, did you?" Her nails ran up against my throat, tilting my head
"You want me to control you?"

"Yes." I confessed. I grasped her hand, kissing her palm.

"What happened next?"

"You were talking to me. You threatened that if I ever told anyone, that you'd come and find me. This was our secret. And I said “ok.” Then you had your way with me. It was fierce yet gentle…"

"What did I do?"

"You let me go...”

"No..." She smiles, "What did I do to you? Be very descriptive, don't leave anything out. When you were daydreaming where was your hands?"

I tried to avert my eyes.

"Amy... Look at me..." I looked up at her, can tell the lust in her eyes.
I move my hand down in between my legs.

“You pulled my clothes off until I was naked, and...Ah…” She placed her hand on mine.

“Show me what you did you your hand.” She says her voice rough. I move a finger along my folds, circling my clit slowly. I moan, and her fingers spread my folds allowing me more access. I grunt.

“Thanks.” I say sarcastically.

“Don’t mention it.” She rasps,” Continue. What did I do next?”

"Then you talked to me while your hand..." I bit my lip. I can't talk or think anymore. She moves her hand down, running pushing a finger inside me.

"Like this?" I nod. Oh god. She cranes her head so that she’s watching my expression, grins wildly...

"You know, you're very wet, you know how wet?" She adds a second finger, pressing into me, I cry out. Her lips press against my perspiring temple.

" 'Cuz It's easy for me to do that. Slide in and out of you. You feel that?" She flicks her fingers against my inner walls, and I bite my lip, hard enough to draw blood.

"Can you feel that, Amy?" I struggle for words.

"Yesss." I whimper. It feels so good. I’m going insane.

" I bet you do, huh? And only I will make it this good, Right?" Lucy husked in my ear.

"Uhhh..."
"Knowing that any minute now the Police or the DEBS will burst in and we'd be caught and you won't come? Right?"

"Yes." I'm on the brink of crying now. Lucy isn't teasing me anymore, her face is serious .

"Do you love me? You gave up everything just to be with me, you have a warrant for your arrest because of me, and you’re a fugitive on the run."

"Yes. I love you; I want to be with you always. Lucy...” She moves around until she’s facing me, straddling my legs on her thighs. She cups my cheeks, looking deep in my eyes. She looks as if she’s expecting something from me.

"What?" I murmur.

"What do you want me to do?" She asks.

"Lucy! Touch me or I'll Hurt you! Badly!" And I will. She's been teasing me long enough.

"You want me to take you?"


"Yes, for the love of god!" I seethe.

"Ok.” She states,” how?"

"Lucy! Fuck!"

“Yeah I gathered that. How do you want me to fuck you?"
My brain boils at her stubbornness.

"Mouth." Her lip curl mischievously as she steps down on the bed and kneels, sinks her head between my legs.

"You always were smart." She croons and extends her tongue, and I cry out as I’m blinded by the sheer intensity of her touch.

....
MANY ORGASMS LATER...


I open my eyes. I'm beyond spent, staring at the ceiling. I look up to see her snuggling on my side, smiling at me. Her elbow propped up on her chin. I glare.

"Proud of yourself, are you?" I say.

"Actually, yes." I chuckle.

"I almost died because of your constant teasing." She rests her head on my chest, hearing my heartbeat.

"You're alive, so...” She began, and I slapped her ass.

"Ow!”

“Well, that’s what you get!" She puts her hands on my chest looking contemplatively.

"What?"

You know...” she began, “I should lose your bet more often. And also, you were a great me." I try not to say that she'd make a great D.E.B., because she would. But that's not her, and I love her for who she is.

"Hey" She pokes my nose," Love ya."
I smile, wrapping my arms around Lucy Diamond, my girlfriend and my ex-nemesis.

"Love ya too"
And we drift off to sleep.
~Fin