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amerrierworld · 3 years

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Staring back at me

for @idrewbedraggledbreaths: Carol/Therese with top Carol and mirrors.

Summary: Carol gets what she wants.

Characters: Carol x Therese

Word Count: 2,254

Warnings: mirror sex! strap ons :) Carol being a raunchy girlfriend, as always

Therese heard the dressing room door clicking shut before seeing her blonde lover in the reflection. Her perfume drifted slowly towards her as Carol stepped into the space, watching Therese tidy up after her most recent model had come to the studio for a modelling session.

Carol had shown up a tad too early to pick Therese up, but rather than waiting in her car, she lingered by the door and watched Therese submersed in her work.

The model was some tanned, European beauty who giggled with a twinkle in her eyes and enamoured people with the gap in her teeth. But Carol didn’t care much for her, because Therese was wearing a button-down and vest, with loose jeans cuffed at the bottoms and in just her socks. She sat cross-legged on the studio space floor, so that her camera tilted up towards the model arching her shoulders and arms in numerous sensual and bewitching poses.

When Therese noticed Carol watching patiently with her arms crossed and eyes glittering, she had only stuttered a moment before finishing the shots. And as the model had gotten her things and changed her clothes, Carol nearly pounced on Therese right there on the floor, because the brunette had to gall to undo one of her top buttons.

Therese introduced Carol -her roommate- to the model, who amicably shook her hand, said they should all go out for drinks sometime, and was eager to see the finished product soon.

“I’ve got to clean up,” Therese said to Carol once they were alone, pecking her cheek. “Give me 15 minutes?”

Carol had contently hummed in the back of her throat and watched her lover scuttle back to the studio, putting away equipment and tidying up, then going to the dressing room and making sure nothing was left behind. Though Therese used the space for her work throughout the week, it didn’t belong to her, and the owner rented it out over the weekends for other creative minds. So, she liked to be thorough and not leave anything behind at the end of the week.

Now, it looked quite bare. There were no windows, and only the bulb lights framing the mirror were on, bathing Therese in warm light as she wiped down the desk space. That’s when Carol noticed the photographer had rolled up her sleeves, and her nostrils flaring at the sight.

“What do you want for dinner tonight?” she asked, seemingly oblivious to Carol’s reaction. “I was thinking we could stop by that Chinese place, the one Dannie recommended, on the way home?”

“Oh, sure,” Carol replied. Therese ran a cloth over the mirror, stretching up to catch the top edge of it. Her shirt rode up, revealing milky skin underneath. Carol came closer.

“Was it very busy today?”

“Hm, not really. I’ve managed to finish a lot of print orders. The last appointment only ran late because that girl was such a talker.”

“I bet,” Carol was practically flush against Therese’s back at this point, distracted by the way she seemed to glow in the lights. Therese was teetering as she tried dusting the top lights off. She nearly tipped forward had two hands not gripped her hips, making her squeal but holding her steady.

“I don’t think your landlord will care much about the dust on the top lights, darling,” Carol brushed her lips over the shell of Therese’s ear.

“I know, but you know me,” Therese protested, “I like to be-”

“Thorough,” Carol finished, before nudging Therese’s head to the side with her nose and pressing a firm kiss on her neck. She felt the muscles tense and quiver underneath her mouth and couldn’t help but run her teeth along the skin as well, making Therese gasp, and press back entirely against her.

The brunette stilled, breathing heavily as she realized what the firmness was that she felt underneath Carol’s slacks. And when Carol caught her lustful gaze in the mirror, with her mouth hanging slightly open, she knew that Therese was done for. Chuckling, Carol kissed her neck again, leaving a second bright red lip stick stain on the fair skin.

“You didn’t come all this way to pick me up just to-” Therese trailed off as she rocked her hips back against Carol, feeling the strap through the fabric of their clothes.

“No, I wanted to surprise you when we got home,” Carol mumbled, her fingers making quick work of the buttons on Therese’s outfit, “..you know how much of a hassle it is to put all those buckles in place. But when you took so long with your last client, I was thinking...”

She finished her thought with a sharp grind of her own hips against Therese, whose hand flew up and pressed against the mirror to catch herself before she fell forward, barely balancing on her tiptoes. When she slipped her arms out of the shirt with Carol’s help, her hand left a print behind on the newly cleaned mirror, and Carol clucked her tongue.

“Oh, dear, looks like we’re not done cleaning here yet,” she said. “You’ve made a mess of your work.”

“You’re lucky no one else is booked for the evening,” Therese gasped. Carol ran her fingers over her breasts, teasing at the edges of her bra, before tugging it down and using her fingernails to raise goosebumps on her skin.

“I don’t think you would’ve said no either way,” Carol whispered cheekily, making Therese huff out a laugh, quickly replaced by another grunt of pleasure as Carol rocked her hips again.

Carol let Therese go only for a moment, to unzip her own trousers and clumsily untuck her blouse, lust beginning to cloud her mind. Therese threw off her bra and spun around on the spot, dropping to her knees before Carol could protest.

“Baby-,” the blonde began, but Therese had already yanked everything down and took the toy in her mouth as deep as she could. Carol let out a low groan as the sudden push against her made her clit throb.

Therese knew how to make her quiver, knew how to make her beg, but Carol wasn’t having any of that today. Not even when Therese spat on the strap and sucked so loudly that Carol’s ears flushed red at the sound of it.

She put a hand in the fine brown hair and pulled, sharply, letting the strap go with a ‘pop’. Therese pouted at the loss, and her hands, which had been gripping Carol’s firm thighs, traveled up towards the harness. Her fingers wiggled underneath the contraption and brushed lightly against Carol’s clit, making her curse loudly.

Therese took the distraction to her advantage, dipped her fingers to her entrance, and took the toy in her mouth again. Carol could become addicted to the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked in, the way her green eyes stared at her hazily. But when Therese’s fingers started rubbing and prodding a little too confidently, she knew she wanted control again.

She yanked Therese up, her chin wet with saliva, and attacked her mouth with a vengeance. They kissed roughly, Carol pressing Therese up until she was teetering on her toes again and she had to fling her arms around the blonde to keep from falling.

Carol pried her away and let her catch herself to pull Therese’s jeans down as far as possible, running her fingers over her panties and chuckling at how damp they were.

Therese mewled, her neck and chest shining with beading sweat. She wanted to spread her legs, wanted to wrap around Carol, open herself up, but Carol kept rubbing firmly but slowly, and she could only tremble.

Her legs still confined with her jeans up to her mid thighs, Carol urged her to turn around again for her, her torso completely exposed in the mirror’s reflection.

“Oh my...” Carol breathed in Therese’s ear, rolling her nipples between her fingertips. “Someone should be photographing you, my dear.”

She was a vision, dark eyeshadow smudging, her stomach rippling with tremors and hasty breaths. And then Carol tugged her underwear down and slid two fingers against her, and she cried out.

Carol sucked her fingers, tasting the musk of her lover and smelling her heavenly scent before reaching down again, from behind, and firmly pushing those two teasing fingers inside.

“Oh!” Therese gasped at the intrusion, and Carol’s other arm wrapped around her middle, enamoured by the little twitches in Therese’s eyebrows that she could watch in the mirror.

“You’re so tight, angel,” Carol growled. “Do you like it like this? Like how tight it feels?”

Therese nodded. Carol had her hoisted up where she could feel the edge of the vanity desk nudge at her clit with every thrust of Carol’s hand, shooting shivers of pleasure up her spine.

“I’m almost tempted to urge you to be one of those Playboy models,” Carol groaned, “take photos of how gorgeous you look, especially when you're like this. Why no one has taken you on as a model yet, I’ll never understand.”

“Because I’m much better behind the camera,” Therese huffed.

“Oh, I beg to differ,” Carol gripped her jaw, and Therese opened her eyes, staring into the mirror, into Carol’s sultry eyes. “Look at how fine you look; how elegant, yet disheveled. I’d pay a fortune to have this look hanging on my wall forever. You, coming undone; absolutely perfect, my perfect angel.”

Her fingers thrust hard, and curled up, and Therese felt her clit grind against the wood, and she came. It was a sharp, short orgasm, one that faded far too quick, but left her incredibly wet and aching for more.

Carol, impatient as ever when she was aroused like this, pulled Therese’s jeans down to below her knees, to allow her legs to spread, but only a little more. And then, with the slick from Therese’s cunt and her saliva, she pressed the strap inside, filling her up with a hasty, inelegant thrust. They both groaned as their bodies joined together, and Therese could barely hold herself up as Carol set a furious, demanding pace, jaw clenched. The brunette pressed both hands flat against the mirror, looking at how Carol grabbed her hips, how her eyes raked up from her ass, to her back, and then met her gaze in the mirror.

It was such a tight fit, such a deliciously tight fit, and Therese felt herself losing her mind with how dirty and ferocious it felt.

Carol wormed her hand around and between Therese’s legs, finding the hard tip of her clit with ease. The thrusting must have hurt her hand at least a little as it came in contact with the desk, but it barely took three thrusts for Therese to tip over again, because the consistent rubbing of Carol’s fingertips made her see stars.

Carol didn’t stop, chasing her own release as she kept pounding, and Therese choked out incessant whimpers as the toy kept rubbing inside her.

But Therese knew she wouldn’t be able to come like this; the angle wasn’t right and the harness wasn’t enough friction against her clit. She pushed up with what little strength she had, halting her lover’s thrusting. Carol watched her questioningly, barely containing herself, and then Therese reached around to push her fingers underneath the harness, until it was between the base of the cock and Carol’s mons.

Carol cried out, biting Therese’s shoulder as her young lover reached for her clit, rubbing firmly and as quickly as she could in the confined space she had. Carol seemed to lose her control, forehead creasing and hands grabbling at Therese’s waist. She managed to thrust against Therese’s fingers, making her whimper at the cock pressing deeper again, but the brunette didn’t relent until she felt that familiar tremble, and then the gush of warmth over her fingers.

Carol’s hands were nearly gripping her hard enough to bruise. It took several moments for the heat in them both to settle, and Therese kept her fingers pressed against Carol’s clit for as long as the shocks racked through her body.

Then, Carol tugged her hand away and slipped out the toy before practically ripping the harness apart and shaking off her pants in the process. Her naked form bracketed Therese’s in the mirror, rubbing soothingly up and down her arms, her back.

“Fuck,” was all she managed to say. Therese giggled, pressing her head back onto Carol’s shoulder as the blonde enveloped her, “love you so much.”

“Love you too,” Therese whispered, her throat dry and feeling exhausted.

Prying away, Carol grimaced at the sound of her body unsticking from Therese’s, their sweat and juices making them gleam in the light. Therese laughed at the expression, the feral sex beast not as present anymore as Carol checked her smudged makeup. She turned and grabbed Carol’s face, tearing her gaze away from the mirror as she began kissing her languidly and slowly, until Carol melted in her hold again.

“There’s a bathroom down the hall on the left,” Therese suggested as Carol fanned herself, trying to get rid of the flushed look spread over her chest and face. “You go first, I have even more things to clean up in here now.”

Carol grinned lovingly, putting on her underwear and blouse as Therese hoisted her jeans up again. They were sticky and uncomfortable, but it would have to do, at least until they got home. Chinese takeout would have to wait.

A/N: WHAT’S UP, i’m alive. Yeah if you’ve been here for a while, you’ll probably see that I tend to go through phases of *very present online and posting lots of content* to then *disappearing for days or weeks at a time*. I always come back, I promise! Sometimes it just takes a while to crank up the motivation again, but I appreciate all of you who have stuck around thus far <3

#carol #carol aird #carol movie #carol fanfiction #carol & therese #cate blanchett #rooney mara #therese belivet #The Price of Salt #patricia highsmith #todd haynes #carolxtherese #carol/therese #carol aird x therese belivet #wlw #lgbt #fanfiction #merry writes #idrewbedraggledbreaths

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mistyyygoode · 5 years

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My Angel - 1: Wine

After Carol had left the table, Therese knew she had made the biggest mistake of her life. She let out a sad sigh before standing up and following Jack outside. As she sat in the backseat of the taxi, she thought about what had just happened, and all the things she wanted back... all the things she needed back.

As the cab came to a stop, she and Jack stepped out of the vehicle. She thought about not even going inside, but her thoughts came to a halt when Dannie yelled at her from the top floor, telling her to join them.

While the party ran along, she walked around, casually sipping on her beer. Another woman tried to talk to her, but she was nowhere near interested in having a conversation with her, or anyone for that matter. Her thoughts were elsewhere – Carol.

Before she realized it, the party was coming to an end. Instead of staying the night, as she had done in the past, she headed outside to grab a taxi. She was hoping that Carol's dinner party was still going on.

Meanwhile, Carol sat at a large, round table full of her friends and colleagues, neither of which she was paying much attention to. Just as Therese, her thoughts were elsewhere. She looked up from the conversation she was trying to uphold and saw Therese standing in the middle of the room, staring right back at her with those gorgeous, green hues.

Carol excused herself from the table and walked toward her estranged lover. "You came," she grinned.

"I did," the shorter woman spoke as she wrapped her arms around herself. She looked around the room before muttering, "I was stupid... I want... I want to talk."

"Say no more. Wait for me. I have to say goodbye and grab my coat."

"Okay," Therese said before exiting the room.

The blonde made her way back over to the table. "Something has come up. I must go."

They all nodded understandingly, and Carol made her way out of the room to collect her coat from the host. After pulling on the mink fur material, she made her way toward the stairwell, where There was standing, waiting.

As they stepped outside, the younger woman shivered as she felt the fall's cold wind on her skin.

Carol instantly pulled off her coat and wrapped it around the brunette's shoulders.

"Thank you," Therese whispered before stepping into a taxi as one pulled up.

The short car ride to Carol's apartment was silent, but a peaceful, comfortable silence. They both knew that as soon as they stepped into the apartment, one of two things was going to happen. Either a long conversation, rehashing their relationship in a physical aspect, or both.

When the taxi came to a stop, Carol paid the driver and got out of the car. She went to the other side and opened the door for the younger woman. She held it open and held out her hand.

Therese gladly took the offered hand, smiling shyly.

The blonde smiled back and began to lead them inside, and straight to the elevator. After the doors opened on the third floor, they walked down the hall to her apartment. After unlocking the floor, the two stepped inside the home.

Therese looked around in awe the home. The décor was perfect to a T. It was, well, Carol.

"Can I get you a drink?" Carol asked and These felt a shiver run down her spine at the woman's sultry tone.

She turned with a soft smile occupying her lips. She nodded once, "Yes, please."

"Wine?" Carol asked.

"Sure."

The blonde disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Therese alone with herself. It gave her time to take in her new surroundings. She took a seat on the white, leather sofa, and took off her shoes, which she set aside.

Soon, Carol returned with two glasses of Muscatel, along with the bottle. She set the bottle on the coffee table in front of the sofa before sitting down. She handed over one of the wine glasses to the brunette, and their fingers grazed each other.

For a moment, it was quite and awkward between the two. Neither of them was sure what to say, or even how to say it.

Carol was the one to scoot closer to Therese and softly placed her hand over the younger woman's thigh.

Therese looked up, her eyes meeting blue hues that were clouded over with love, passion, desire, and wonder. "This is a lovely home," the brunette said, looking back down at the glass of wine in her hand. She wasn't sure how to start the conversation.

"Thank you," Carol's voice was softer than usual. "I decorated it with you in mind."

This response put a smile on Therese's lips. She looked around, seeing one of her photos of Carol and Rindy she took last Christmas, the first time she had met the girl, in a golden frame on the wall. "You still have that?"

The older woman looked in the direction that Therese was looking and smiled to herself. "Of course, I haven't thrown away any of your photographs, but that's the only one that I have up... at the moment."

"Really?" Therese asked, slightly shocked, she thought Carol would have thrown ever reminder out the window – just as she had done.

"Yes, and I—this is embarrassing, but I have a box of the photographs in my room, an-and I look at them from time to time," Carol admitted as she looked away.

"It shouldn't be embarrassing. I find it quite adorable, actually. I mean, I did the same for the longest time."

"You did?" the blonde asked as her blue hues looked back up with a hopeful gaze.

"Yes, I missed you... a lot, actually."

"I missed you, too, Therese."

They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, seeing all their old feelings resurface.

Carol set her wine glass aside on the table before taking Therese's face in her hands. She pressed a soft kiss to the younger woman's lips. One kiss was all it took to make the brunette melt in her touch. Carol took Therese's drink and set it next to her own. She pulled away only to stand up and take Therese by her hand to the bedroom.

Therese looked around the room in awe yet again. It seemed like every room got better than the last. The bed was covered in white sheets, a fluffy, white duvet, and pillows upon pillows at the top. The furniture around the room was all white with gold detail, matching the living room.

"This is... incredible." She said.

"Thank you," Carol said before pulling the brunette into a gentle kiss.

Therese felt as if it was their first time again as their lips moved together. It had been so long since they had been together that it felt as if it never even happened; only a fragment of her most memorable memory now felt like a dream. She was pulled from her thoughts when she felt a pair of hands unbuttoning her top. She pulled away slightly to allow Carol to undress her. Before she could even think, she realized she was naked and being guided to the bed.

Once Therese was on the bed, Carol stepped back to unbutton her own top and undressed. Therese propped herself up on her elbows to watch, feeling the small fire in the pit of her stomach growing hotter by the second. She watched as Carol walked toward her, now completely bare. Her head fell back when the other woman started to kiss up her legs.

Carol's kisses were soft and loving as she moved up the bed and the other woman's body. She skipped over the area both she and Therese wanted her the most and kissed up the pale skin. When she reached Therese's lips, the woman kissed her back just as lovingly and passionately as their first night together, if not more.

As Carol's hand ran down the younger woman's body, their mouths moved in a passionate, fiery embrace.

Therese let out a small gasp when she felt Carol's hand moved between her thighs. Her legs automatically opened for the blonde, letting her have access. She pulled away from their kisses as a soft moan slipped from her lips. Her head fell back as her eyes fluttered shut.

Carol moved her fingers slowly, teasingly up and down Therese's slit. Her lips started to trail down the other woman's body as her fingers finally made contact with the other's clit. Her lips stopped when she came to Therese's chest. She zoned in on one of her breasts, slowly kissing around the perky bud before taking it into her mouth. She slowly suckled and swirled her tongue around it. Her fingers moved down slightly, slowly dipping into the younger woman's entrance.

Therese let out a loud moan as her hands gripped the sheets beneath her. Her hips bucked into Carol's hand just as her back arched upward into the other woman's mouth. "Oh!"

Carol pulled away, giving the opposite breast the same attention before moving south of her desired destination. She kept moving her fingers, slow and teasing. She began to slowly circle the brunette's clit, feeling it throb beneath her tongue. She moaned as she finally tasted Therese again, it was a taste she had been craving. She started to curl her fingers within the other, hitting that inner sweet spot.

"O-oh," Therese let out a ragged moan at the sensations. She felt every worry she had leave her mind. The only thing on her mind was the immense amount of pleasure she was feeling.

Carol quickened her pace and flicked her tongue faster against the woman's bundle of nerves. Therese's moans were like music to her ears. It was something she had longed for since she had left her alone in the motel.

"Carol!" the younger woman called out as her fingers grasped the blanket beneath them. She could herself nearing her end. She could feel each and every nerve in her body tense as her back arched high off the bed. Wave upon wave of pleasure washed over her. Another load moan slipped from her lips as she fell back to the bed, feeling the euphoria of post-orgasm run through her. The muscles in her thighs began to twitch as Carol began lapping up her climax.

Carol smiled to herself in accomplishment, feeling pleased with herself. She started kissing back up the younger woman's body, placing a final loving kiss on her lips. She rested beside Therese, pulling her close as she watched her came down from her high.

Therese had a lazy smile on her lips as her eyes began to flutter open. She let out a small sigh as she turned to the blonde. She didn't say anything but instead kissed her fiercely. She pulled back just enough to whisper, "I love you, too."

Carol grinned from ear to ear. She pulled away to look into green hues. "I'm so glad you changed your mind."

"I am, too."

#carol movie #carol 2015 #carol fanfic #carol aird #carol and therese #carol x therese #therese belivet #carolxtherese #cate blanchett #cate blanchett and rooney mara #rooney mara #fanfiction #fanfic #lesbian fanfic #My angel #1 #The Price of Salt

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cateblanchettect · 5 years

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#that movie #carol 2015 #cate blanchett #rooney mara #carolxtherese #carol aird #therese belivet

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thatdogkilledbycuriosity · 5 years

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Here are some things I need from 2019:

1. MORE LESBIAN CONTENT!! Please just give us more ships!

2. Less angst, more fluff in LGBT movies. 😭😭😭

3. A girlfriend would be nice...

4. For a certain tangerine to not be in office anymore??

5. THE L WORD REBOOT WE ALL DESERVE!!!

Yeah, and if I got into my top choice uni, that wouldn't hurt but who cares as long as I get ^^^? (Lol no please let me get in!)

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overlooktheworld · 6 years

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All my ships are basically Distinguished Bi/Disaster Lesbian

#ship #EvelynxElastaGirl #CarolxTherese #DebbiexLou #Incredibles 2 #Oceans 8 #Carol #shipping

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daantaat · 6 years

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I love the movie Maudie!! Watch it and then listen to the song Little Bird by Lisa Hannigan from the soundtrack if you want a good cry :)

Oh dang I definitely will, as I am always in the mood for a good cry!! Thank you for the suggestion! :D

#carolxtherese #answered #my post #k.ask

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victorianlesbian · 6 years

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Carol by Patricia Highsmith tribute art-journal [My inst]

Carol and Therese drawing by shisyooooooooo

#carol #carol aird #therese belivet #carolxtherese #patricia highsmith #artjournal #my stuff

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theresebelivett · 6 years

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J and W!

just everyone’s luck i’m still awake and pretty drunk!!!

J. A genre you wish was still popular: the erotic thriller is pretty dead rn which is sorta sad but is also kinda sucked a little SO let’s revive and make it gay af let’s do it

W. A role you’d recast and which actor/actress you’d pick: i really honestly try not to think abt this cause then i go deep into my brain and can’t think of ppl and then i feel weird and so like i have no answer i apologize

#carolxtherese #about me

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femslashexchange · 3 years

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Ship/character(s): carol/therese Fandom: carol Rating: aany Genre(s): any! Trigger warnings: no Prompt: modern au where therese is a private investigator and harge hires her to keep an eye on his wife because he suspects she's having an affair. no tragic endings please!

Ship/character(s): Carol Aird/Therese Belivet

Fandom: Carol

Rating: Any

Genre(s): any!

Trigger warnings: no

Prompt: modern au where therese is a private investigator and harge hires her to keep an eye on his wife because he suspects she's having an affair. no tragic endings please!

Has this prompt inspired you? Give our rules a read and put some more femslash out in the world! Feel free to reblog this post to give it a little boost and help it reach more creators!

#carol #belivaird #carol x therese #carol fanfiction #femslash #fandom: carol #fandom: carol p #ship: carolxtherese #ship: carolxtherese p #rating: any #rating: any p

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amerrierworld · 3 years

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Humiliating

Carol (2015) fanfiction

for anon: “top Carol with bottom Therese”

Summary: Therese is embarrassed by how many flirts approach her sometimes, and Carol doesn’t let her live it down.

Characters: Carol x Therese

Word Count: 1,543

Warnings: sex! mirror sex, dirty talk, mentioned voyeurism.

She could hardly stand it. The bashful smiles, tipping hats and complimentary drinks that always arrived in front of herself and Therese whenever the young brunette attracted an admirer from across the bar.

Knowing she couldn’t do anything about it, couldn’t march up to the young, handsome gentleman and tell him straightforward that she was absolutely not on the market.

Her finely manicured hands twitched with nerves as Therese made polite conversation with a young man in a ghastly suit who had approached. She told herself to keep her mouth shut. When out, the two are nothing more than a pair of friends, enjoying the cool New York evening air.

That’s how it must be. Not how she wanted it to be.

“..Anywho, I’d love to take ya out to dinner sometime,” the man continued, clearly nervous and shy. A true gentleman, Carol would give him that, but she’d gladly kick him out of the bar if it meant he’d stay away from Therese.

“Oh, well, that’s lovely,” she replied, shuffling in her seat a bit, a kind dimpled smile on her face. “But, I’m afraid I’d have to decline.”

A breath of relief barely escaped Carol, and she took a sip of her martini.

“I have.. someone, and it’s actually quite serious,” Therese gave a little shrug, nonchalantly, still not looking at Carol, who’s eyebrow quirked in interest.

“Oh, my apologies then,” the gentleman hurried away quickly, leaving the brunette blushing and avoiding eye contact with Carol.

“My, my, quite serious, you say?” the blonde drawled, catlike and seductive. “And whoever may this gentleman be, Miss Belivet?”

Therese shot her a glance and downed her martini.

“Let’s go home, please,” she huffed.

Carol looked at her a little while, cheeks red and green eyes darting about, admiring her slim face and beautiful features. Love filled her heart, until an ugly feeling of jealousy and pain reared its head again at the prospect of never being allowed to openly love the woman in front of her.

“Home,” she repeated.

Carol slid off her stool and paid for their drinks. Therese hurried ahead of her, waving down a taxi on the sidewalk. The air was brisk and whipped Carol’s curls about, but it nicely sobered her up, and she felt a little calmer during the ride home.

“What are you thinking, angel?” Carol asked Therese as she came into the bedroom with a soothing cup of tea. Therese sat at the vanity, roughly brushing through her hair.

“Nothing,” Therese snapped, somewhat indignantly. Carol’s eyebrow rose in surprise. She walked over to Therese and gently but firmly took the hairbrush from her.

She proceeded to work through the tresses, until Therese’s tense shoulders finally slumped and she let out a shaky breath.

“Sorry,” she whispered. Carol said nothing but squeezed her shoulder reassuringly.

“It’s just... humiliating, sometimes. All these men... and I can’t even tell them upfront that I’m simply not interested because.. well, you know.”

“Do you find me humiliating, angel?”

“No!” Therese gasped, “no, not you. Never. Simply, the- the, circumstances. How we could be judged if- they found o-out.”

Carol was working her thumbs deeply into Therese’s shoulders and muscles, watching her eyes droop and her words stutter.

“Humiliating to be loved by me? To be touched by me?” She bent down to run her nose along the shell of Therese’s ear, and felt the brunette shudder. Therese frowned, trying to come up with coherent sentences but being successfully distracted.

“Carol, how could you possibly think such a thing!” Therese breathed sharply through her nose as teeth nipped along her neck.

Carol was enjoying herself immensely, teasing and smirking, loving how flustered and defensive her dear Therese was getting.

“We’re just roommates after all, right?” Carol gently coaxed Therese out of the chair and pulled her back to her chest, hands wrapping around Therese’s waist.

“What would you feel if men like that lovely sir from the bar saw us like this?” Carol’s hands trailed over Therese’s lower belly, feeling her squirm, and the delicate muscles flutter underneath her touch.

“Humiliated, perhaps? What could those men do, but watch, as they realize none of them could make you feel the way I do?”

“Carol!” Therese gasped, but made no effort to stop the blonde’s onslaught of dirty whispers.

“Or perhaps they would be the humiliated ones? Knowing the way I can make a woman feel will never compare to their excuse of love-making with those poor girlfriends and wives at home, touch deprived and horny.”

A deft hand hiked Therese’s skirt up and dug her nails into her inner thigh, making the brunette cry out.

“Bed, angel,” Carol commanded, her other hand cradling Therese’s jaw possessively.

“N-no, please, I want it like this- don’t stop, please,” Therese whimpered.

They were still facing the mirror, doused in soft yellow lights from the lamps, and Carol realized Therese was watching her in the reflection, green eyes blown. Her legs were trembling, close to giving out from underneath her, but her hand grasped Carol’s wandering fingers on her thigh and inched it closer to where she really wanted it.

Carol grinned and licked her lips, one hand unbuttoning Therese’s shirt as the other dipped along the edge of her underwear.

“You want to watch, darling? Want to watch as I make you come undone?” Therese nodded frantically, leaning her weight back into Carol to ease her weakening legs. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment at how open and brashly she was asking for it, but the familiar sighs and pleads escaping her lips told Carol she was more than enjoying this.

Her grin was mischievous and cocky as she edged Therese’s legs further apart before her hand pushed past all fabric and found what they both needed. She gasped at how wet Therese was, easily coating the tips of her fingers. Carol dragged the wetness up to her clit and circled slowly but firmly, making Therese’s hips buck forward with a low whine.

Therese’s shirt came off but was caught around her elbows, revealing her heaving torso, the lights defining her delicate shoulders and collarbones. Carol, overcome with desire, bit down on Therese’s right shoulder and watched the redness bloom across her pale skin.

She moved her bra down far enough to take a hard nipple in her fingers and tug. Therese shouted in surprise, head tipping back onto Carol’s shoulder.

“Shh, angel, otherwise the neighbours may grow suspicious,” Carol teased.

Her fingers moved to slip inside, feeling Therese clench around her. Carol groaned into her ear, mumbling praise, kissing all the skin she could reach.

She moved steadily in and out, making sure to curl her fingers inside and drag them along that sweet spot every time she moved. Therese was gasping like a fish out of water.

“Carol- C-Carol, I can’t h-hold it,” she was shaking, and Carol wrapped her arm around her tightly to keep her upright.

“Just a little more, angel, look at yourself, look in the mirror,” she told her. Therese opened her eyes, jaw slack as she looked at the two of them. Herself, half undressed, and on the edge of coming, and Carol, steady like a statue but with wild fire in her eyes.

As soon as Therese was looking at their reflection, Carol picked up the pace and pressure just a bit more and held her gaze with the brunette in the mirror until her eyes involuntarily rolled to the back of her head and she cried out, shaking with a thundering orgasm.

Her limbs convulsed and her muscles spasmed, so much so that Carol fell back into the chair, holding her lover closely to her body and gently slowing her movements. Therese bit her lip and gasped raggedly for air, legs spread and wetness pooling between them. Carol could feel it drip onto her robe from underneath her and she ran her hand up and down Therese’s abdomen to help her come down softly.

Therese’s face was red and sweaty from arousal and embarrassment, hair sticking to her forehead. Carol chuckled darkly in her ear,

“Look at yourself, angel. Look how beautiful you are, how gorgeous you look when you come.” A nose nudged along her jaw and Therese whined, keeping her eyes shut and shaking her head, not wanting to see how horny and scandalous she must look.

“No? Is my poor baby embarrassed at the sight of herself? Oh, but you simply must look, Miss Belivet,” Carol slipped her fingers out of her and kneaded comfortably at her sore legs. “I find it the most beautiful sight, anywhere.”

Complying, Therese opened her eyes a crack and saw herself sprawled across Carol’s lap, legs open and unashamed, hair mussed, shining with a layer of sweat. But what made her freeze was Carol’s stare, her pure, unadulterated stare of lust and want, digging straight through Therese’s own eyes into the depths of her. Something stirred deep inside her again and her legs squirmed once more.

“If only that lovely gentleman could see you now,” Carol whispered. Therese turned her head and Carol captured her lips hungrily, biting and sucking so much that Therese thought she really would fall off the edge of the earth this time.

“I wish they could,” Therese whispered once she caught her breath, her cheekiness and confidence slowly coming back to her. “Stare at us, knowing they could never have what we have.”

Carol groaned into her mouth, and Therese took the distraction to turn and straddle the blonde fully, grasping Carol’s face and kissing her.

“How humiliated they’d be,” she said, and Carol chuckled again, before Therese dropped to the floor on her knees. Carol watched her own lust staring back at her as soft kisses edged up her thighs until she couldn't focus anymore and shut her eyes in bliss.

A/N: I promise I’m not dead ! at least not physically

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My Angel - 5: Rindy

Therese was awoken by Carol lightly shaking her shoulders. "Therese, darling, wake up, please." Her voice was urgent.

"Hmm?" the younger woman's brows furrowed.

"I need you to get up, angel."

Therese sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "What's wrong?" she asked in a morning, raspy tone.

"Harge... he called me. Rindy wants to see me." Carol explained softly, hesitantly, maybe even a little scared.

Therese's eyes opened wide. "Shit..."

"That's exactly what I said," Carol said with a sigh as she stood up from the bed.

The brunette woman looked at her lover, seeing that she was already dressed for the day. "What does this mean?" she asked.

"I-I'm not sure... I hate to say this, but I think it'd be best if you go home for a while. I'm sorry, but if Harge sees you here, or if Rindy says anything to him, my rights to see her are provoked." The blonde's voice was soft and shaky. She was scared to death.

Therese could see the state her lover was in. She nodded, "Okay," as she got up from the bed, she bit her lip. She hates this, but she knew she couldn't get between Carol and Rindy again. She started to get dressed and began packing up her things. She grabbed her bag and slipped on her shoes before heading toward the door. She sighed. Before she had the chance to open it, Carol wrapped her in a tight hug.

"I'm so sorry... I know this was supposed to be our weekend. As soon as they leave, I'll call you, okay?" the older woman asked softly as her nose buried into brunette locks.

"Okay," Therese murmured as her arms wrapped around the other woman.

"Therese, look at me, please." The shorter woman finally looked up at her lover. "I love you, my sweet angel."

"I love you, too. I should leave before they get here." Therese said as she began to pull away.

The taller woman leaned down to kiss her girlfriend's lips gently. "I'll call you." She said before finally letting her go.

Therese nodded before leaving the apartment. As she walked out of the building, she saw Harge's car park just a few feet away from her. She quickly made her way down the street before getting a taxi.

Carol was pacing back and forth through the living room as she waited for a knock on the door. She didn't know why Rindy was so insistent on seeing her today. There was a part of her that hates sending Therese home, but there was another part that missed her daughter more than anything.

There was a knock on the door and the woman opened it. She was immediately hugged around her torso. She leaned down and smiled. "Oh, my darling girl. How I have missed you." She said before placing a kiss on Rindy's cheek.

"I missed you, too, Mom." Rindy smiled.

Carol looked at Harge and stepped aside, letting him in. She saw that he was holding a bag. She furrowed her brows for a moment. They hadn't mentioned spending the night. "Would you like something to drink?" she asked.

"No," he said dully.

"Do you have apple juice?" Rindy asked softly.

Carol smiled as she looked at her daughter. "I do!" she walked into the kitchen and her daughter followed. She noticed that Rindy had grown at least four inches since the last time she had seen her. She filled up a small glass with the requested juice and handed it over. "Do you think you can sit at the table while I talk to your father?"

"Yes, ma'am," Rindy said as she walked over to the table.

Carol kissed the top of the girl's head before walking over to Harge, who was looking out the window. "Is she staying the night?"

"That's what she wants." He said.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

The man turned to his ex-wife. "Don't you want to see your daughter? It's been five months, Carol!" he whisper-yelled.

"I know how long it's been. Trust me, I know. And, yes, I want to see her... I was just surprised, that's all." She explained roughly.

"Did you have plans?" Harge cocked a brow.

"It doesn't matter."

"Were they with Abby?" he asked.

Carol rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. "No, but this is not the time to talk about that. You know it's over. She's seeing someone anyhow."

"Are you?"

"Are you?" she shot back.

"No. How could I be with someone when I still think about you?" his voice softened.

"Oh, good God. Don't start this. Get over it, Harge." Carol laughed cynically.

He let out an angry sigh. "You didn't answer my question."

"Yes, I am." She said without hesitation.

"Who?" he raised his brow again.

"Harge, stop or I will make you leave. Why don't you just go?"

Harge handed over Rindy's bag and went over to their daughter to tell her bye.

Once he had left, Carol took the bag to the spare bedroom. She walked back into the kitchen to see that Rindy was sitting with an empty glass.

"I'm done," she said.

"I see that," Carol smiled. "What would you like to do?" she asked before taking the glass over to the sink to rinse out.

"I don't know. I just wanted to see you. I've missed you."

Carol smiled again as she sat across from her daughter. "I've missed you too. How about we go out? I can take you to that ice cream parlor you love so much... if you want?"

"It's way too cold for ice cream, Mom." The small brunette girl chuckled.

The chuckle warmed the mother's heart. "What about hot chocolate, honey?"

"Okay!"

"Alright, let me grab my coat. Is it okay if I make a call before we leave?" Carol asked as she began to get back up.

Rindy nodded softly.

Carol smiled softly before leaving the room. She walked to her bedroom and closed the door. She grabbed her phone as she sat on the edge of her bed. She dialed Therese's number and waited. After two rings, she picked up.

"Hello, Carol?" Therese's voice came through.

"Yes, it's me."

"That was fast."

"There's a problem," Carol said softly, not wanting Rindy to hear her.

"What's wrong? What kind of problem?" Therese's voice dripped with worry.

"Rindy's staying the night. Harge just dropped her off. I didn't know. I'm sorry." She sighed.

Therese sighed as well. "It's okay. Maybe next weekend."

"No maybes about it, angel. I'll make it work one way or another. Next weekend it's just you and me. I promise."

"Okay," Therese's voice chirped up, and Carol could hear a smile.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

"I'll call you again tonight after she's asleep, okay?"

"Okay," Therese said before hanging up.

Carol stood from the bed and grabbed her coat from the closet. She opened the door to her room and saw Rindy standing outside.

"Who did you call?" the girl asked as she looked up at her mother.

"It's not polite to intrude on other's privacy," Carol said before putting her hand on the girl's back and led her to the living room.

"But... you said I love you. Who did you talk to?"

The mother sighed, knowing she wouldn't get out of this one. "A friend."

"Who? Aunt Abby?"

"No," Carol shook her head.

"Do I know them?"

"Uh... yes, but I don't think you'll remember her." She said, hoping that it was enough.

They walked out of the apartment and straight to the elevator.

"What's her name, Mommy? Why won't you tell me?"

Carol wanted to say the truth, but she knew she couldn't. Before she could think of a lie, something slipped out. "Your father doesn't like her... I can't talk about her."

"Like he doesn't like Aunt Abby?" Rindy looked up at her mother.

"Yes," Carol sighed.

"Oh..."

The way Rindy said that caused Carol to worry. "Has he said anything about her?" she asked, even though she wasn't sure she wanted to know.

"A little," Rindy murmured.

"What did he say?"

"That she's bad... that she's not okay in the head," she admitted hesitantly.

Carol shook her head in disbelief. "That's not true."

"Then why doesn't he like her?"

The elevator doors finally opened, and the mother grabbed her daughter's hand so guide her out of the building. "Let's get that hot cocoa, okay?" she asked.

"Okay," Rindy sighed.

There was a coffee shop right down the street from Carol's apartment building, so it didn't take long for them to get there. When they arrived, Carol led her daughter over to the counter. "Do you want a pastry?" she asked.

"Please?"

"What would you like?"

"Coffee cake, please." The girl smiled.

Carol smiled back and nodded. "Okay," she turned toward the cashier and gave their order before sitting down at a table near the window.

"Mom?" Rindy asked as she sat down across from her mother.

"Yes, my sweet girl?"

"Will you tell me about her?"

"Who? My friend? Carol asked.

"Yes," she nodded.

The mother sighed and waited until their waitress had come out with their food and drinks. "Thank you," she smiled at the woman before turning back to her daughter. "She's very nice."

"What else?" Rindy asked as she picked up a fork.

"Well, she's a really good friend to me... she might even live with me soon."

"Really?" Rindy smiled as she began to eat.

"Mhm, would you be okay with that?"

"I think so. But, Mom, who is she?" the girl whined.

Carol sighed, not sure if she should say or not. "Do you remember Therese?"

"The photograph lady?" the brunette asked, making her mother smile.

"Yes," Carol said before sipping on her drink.

"Yeah, she was nice."

"I think so too."

"Why doesn't Daddy like her?"

The mother looked out the window as she placed her drink down. She rested her chin on her hand. "The same reasons why he doesn't like Aunt Abby."

"She's sick in the head?"

"No... neither of them are but a lot of people tend to think that," Carol explained.

"Why?"

"Aren't you full of questions today?" the mother laughed nervously before picking up her drink again. "I'll explain it to you when you're older." She said before taking a sip.

"Why not now?" Rindy pouted.

"Because I don't think you'll fully understand... and I don't want your father to be upset with me. I already don't see you, and he'll make sure I never do."

"I'm sorry, Mommy." Rindy sighed.

"Don't be sorry, baby. It's okay. Just... not right now, okay?"

"Okay," the girl nodded softly.

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After Rindy was fast asleep in the spare bedroom, Carol retired to her room to call Therese.

"Hello?" the younger woman's tone

"Therese."

"Carol," Therese's voice chirped up immediately.

Carol took a sip of her wine before saying, "I miss you."

"I miss you, too."

"I wish you could have been here today, even if Rindy was here."

The brunette sighed as she twirled the phone cord around her finger. "Me, too..."

"She shouldn't be here long tomorrow. As I said, I'll call you to come over." Carol said.

"Okay. How did it go?"

"It was good. But she asked a lot of questions."

"What about?" Therese asked.

The older woman took a sip of her wine before setting the glass on the nightstand. "She heard me talk to you. I didn't know... she asked who I called, so I told her it was a friend. I knew if I said too much, she might tell Harge. I finally ended up telling her it was you... she remembers you, and even called you the photograph lady."

Therese let out a small laugh. "What else?" she asked.

"I told her you'd be moving in with me. I asked her if she would be okay with that."

"And is she?"

"She said 'I think so'... which means yes. She's not really good at communicating sometimes. She's learned that from me." Carol explained lowly.

"What do you mean?" the brunette's brows furrowed.

"When I was married to Harge, I dodged questions. I didn't really give a straight answer... I had to hide what I was really feeling."

"I'm so sorry... that's horrible."

"It's okay, and what did I tell you about apologizing so much?" Carol raised a brow as she smirked.

"Right... sorry. I mean... fuck—" Therese sighed.

"I'm just teasing you, angel." Carol let out a hearty laugh. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow."

Therese let out a shy chuckle. "Me, too. I love sleeping in your arms. I love being with you every chance I get. I love what we always so before we sleep... you make me feel incredible. I'll miss that tonight."

Carol sighed softly. "Me, too, darling."

"Mommy?" a small voice said outside Carol's door.

"Damn... Rindy needs me. I'll call you in the morning. I love you, my darling angel."

"It's okay. I love you, too." Therese said.

The blonde hung up the phone and got off the bed. She opened her bedroom door to see Rindy with her small blanket around her shoulders, looking up at her. Carol crouched down to the ground and ran her fingers through the girl's hair. "What's wrong, love?"

"I can't sleep. Can I sleep with you tonight?" Rindy asked sleepily.

"Of course, come on, babygirl." Carol said with open arms.

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