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axailslink · 1 year

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Fluff where Rosalie Otterbourne kisses the reader

Kiss me while no one's watching

Summary: Rosalie enjoys a night of you gently rocking her to the beat of the music at a local ladies bar. Seeing as you're the only woman there she considers her type she takes her shot and asks for a kiss.

Snippet from the fic: “ "What kind of woman is Rosalie Otterbourne? The kind that likes to be kissed while no one's watching" ”

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Rosalie can't stop the smile that spreads on your face when you twirl her around and she gently grinds herself against you "you dirty dancing on me?" She laughs immediately shaking her head "you're the one guiding me" it's your turn to laugh now.

The night had been boring before she arrived, of course, there were many other women but none came into the room the way she did. She caught your attention so fast the ice in your drink had time to melt while you watched her walk around eying everyone. Her eyes may have found yours a few times and you weren't afraid to stare back in fact your eyes wandered every part of her from her head to the shoes on her feet. While your wondering eyes were not at all subtle neither were hers she had her eyes set on you too watching as you spoke to the other women watching as you watched her. When she approached you she couldn't hide her uneasiness that's something you hadn't expected from this woman you knew nothing of but the way she walked was elegant and demanded attention and you were quick to give it to her.

"You right you right" you laugh as you place your head on the dip of her shoulder and neck as you continue to sway her body against your own keeping a reasonable distance between you both. You can't help but breathe her scent in her perfume smells sweet you can't describe it but it's pleasant as it wraps around the both of you fogging your mind with thoughts of her. "I've enjoyed dancing with you" you hum at her words before replying just above a whisper so only she can hear "then you'll enjoy kissing me too" you don't see it but Rosalie smiles to herself "here?" She glances around "no I like my privacy... I know you're probably not a car girl but let me walk you to your car and maybe we see how the night goes?" She hums and glances around "how about I show you the kind of woman I am?" She pulls away to see your face now and you can't complain at the view in front of you but the feeling of having her so far away from you works your nerves.

"What kind of woman are you Rosalie Otterbourne?" She smiles and backs away taking your hand with her slowly creating distance but you don't let it break as you follow her she walks you to a backroom which you aren't sure either of you should be in but what does that matter? "What kind of woman is Rosalie Otterbourne? The kind that likes to be kissed while no one's watching" she closes the door behind you and she's quick to walk over to you but doesn't move seeing as you're rooted to the floor and avoiding eye contact. "You're nervous" you shake your head even though you admit you are indeed nervous "how can I not be? A beautiful woman stands with me alone in a room neither of us own requesting a kiss. I'm scared shitless." You finally build the urge to walk forward and grab her hand all while your heart is pounding so hard in your chest you can hear it in your ears.

"Do you think I'm not? Scared shitless?" Rosalie smiles at you now it's a nervous one she hadn't worn a nervous smile all night it's beautiful more beautiful than her normal one it shows true emotion true beauty. "Beautiful is a trait we both share I'm nervous just looking at you because I know you wouldn't have to say much to get me to kiss you." Your heart is continuously pounding so hard you're scared she might feel it just by touching your wrists. You pull her to you carefully hands firm on her waist keeping her close so that you get the best view of her. "What would I have to say?" You ask taking a glance at her small pretty lips. You're both so close now that you're practically breathing in her perfume while she's doing the same with you "not a damned word."

That's all the words exchanged before she's grabbing you and pulling you to her by your dress. Though she's nervous surprisingly she initiates the kiss she's groping every part of you usually something of this sort would make you feel disgusted and violated but from her, these touches have quite a different effect. You can't help yourself as you grab one of her wandering hands and place it firmly on your upper thigh she pulls away for a moment from the kiss glancing at the sudden hand placement. She doesn't move an inch instead she takes a moment to stare at you in amazement before kissing down your neck and returning to your lips.

Her lips are swollen and covered in saliva so are yours but what does that stop? Nothing as your hands are wandering up her dress touching every piece of skin you can get your hands on. You stop only when you feel her undergarments in the way although the touches and kisses you've shared tonight have proven she wouldn't stop you there's no way you could go that far. As if the universe has read your mind the rattling of the door shoots every ounce of fear only God can instill in you through your veins. You're quick to back away from the door but Rosalie stays there rubbing her eyes makeup covers her hands and her eyes are glassy as if she's been crying.

What is this? Not only is she beautiful she's incredibly smart if she's going to do what you think she is. When the door opens a woman stands and immediately worries for Rosalie who's whimpering and has her head down "I'm sorry me and my friend wondered inside in hopes of some privacy. I just lost my husband to the war and I don't know how to react to all this commotion nowada-" the woman doesn't let her finish as she shakes her head "I completely understand I'm so sorry no one uses this room any way you just take your time miss." Rosalie nods as the woman slowly shuts the door when Rosalie's sure she's gone she turns back to you and you give her a soft clap. "I applaud you miss Otterbourne you put on a good show." Rosie smiles "well I couldn't let her interrupt us now could I?" You smile as she approaches you "I'd guess not... Beautiful and quick on her feet you've got to be a conwoman" Rosalie shrugs "no con woman just a woman that knows what she wants and right now I want to get out of here" you raise a brow "and go where?" She hums as she searches for an answer "my hotel room. Your house. Your bedroom. Possibly that pretty automobile of mine either way I'll be satisfied." You nod slowly "alright Rosie which will it be?" Rosalie smiles at the nickname you just gave her while you stare at her messed-up makeup and can't help but smile. "I prefer a warm bed what's your house like?"

A/n: Typed this up right before bed please enjoy ☺️ I should probably learn to post at a reasonable time. (I honestly forgot this was a request while I was writing so uhm my bad.😅)

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gweelczz · 10 months

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“Cat Got Your Tongue?” PT. 1

Rosalie Otterbourne × Black!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive, smut in pt.2, Rosalie being the only woman ever, reader is a simp off rip, reader is the sister of Cab Calloway and the cousin of Billie Holiday, Rosalie has rizz

Summary: Being in love she didn't know whether she was falling or flying but she was airborne either way... or a story about a woman falling head over heels for another woman in the 1930s

Hello everyone! I am Red, I’m new to writing on this app so I hope you all enjoy my stories

—“In my solitude….”

Her voice rang out, bold but sweet being amplified by the silver microphone in front of her. A white mink wrapped around her shoulders with satin gloves to match, her gown cascading to the ground wrapping around her mid arm showing off her collarbones and shoulders. Her dark hair pinned with a side part showing off her sparkling diamond earrings she’s never been seen without.

She gripped the microphone with a ring clad hand, her face expressing an expression of pain and longing. How she longed to be kissed in the darkness of the night and held close to a warm chest as she slept. She hated sleeping alone, the bed was always so cold and too big, loneliness was a heavy cloud hanging over her pouring down sadness as she sang from her heart a song by one of het favorite artists who too understood what it was like to be alone, to crave being desired and wanted.

She quickly wiped a tear bowing her head in defeat succumbing to the emptiness in her heart, she sang once more her voice never wavering no matter how broken she was “In my solitude…”. Her auburn orbs scanned the silvery fogged room as she sang not looking for anything in particular, that is until another set of dark eyes found hers.

They belonged to a fellow woman, her skin, the perfect description of coffee beans. Eyes sparkling underneath the lights filled with curiosity, her shoulders rolled back as she stood her demeanor reeking of power mixed with independence. An arched eyebrow raised at Y/N, those dark eyes wordlessly asking her a question “who are you?”.

Y/N continued to sing to the crowd until her set came to an end. She bowed softly sweetly thanking the crowd before exiting stage left to give the spotlight to her brother Cab Calloway and his band. She made her way over to the bar ordering a drink as the upbeat jazz music rang throughout the club. She tapped her feet to the music glancing around observing her surroundings.

She wasn’t one for big places like this filled wall to wall with people, she was a homebody at heart preferring to stay home with a glass of wine and a good book. She had no interest in sleazy men who couldn’t take no for an answer or men in general for that matter. No no, she wanted to be a woman’s woman.

Y/N sighed to herself turning to face the stage when she felt a tap on her shoulder, turning to her left she prepared herself to cuss out yet another man who didn’t know how to take a hint only for the words to die in her throat.

She rendered herself speechless once she discovered who touched her, she turned coming face to face with the one and only Rosalie Otterbourne. “I.. I um..” she couldn’t bring herself to speak to the beautiful woman who decided to bless Y/N with her presence.

She opened her mouth to try again when she heard it, the sweetest sound she’d ever heard besides music. She’d heard a giggle, a soft giggle rang out from Rosalie’s throat as she stared at the speeches woman. “Cat got ya tongue honey?” She softly laughed slightly throwing her head back as she did so. Y/N thought she was beautiful from afar but she was breathtaking up close. Rosalie smirked at the other holding out her hand “I’m Rosalie, Rosalie Otterbourne niece and manager of the Salome Otterbourne. What’s your name sugar?”

Y/N swooned at the southern accent dripping from Rosalie’s lips, she took the other’s hand gently shaking it with a smile “I’m Y/N Calloway”. Rosalie’s smile faltered a bit at she gazed at the woman in front of her “as in the sister of the Cab Calloway?” Her eyes widening slightly as she spoke.

Y/N slightly chuckled, eyes flickering towards her brother on the stage who was already looking at her with a grin before turning her attention back to Rosalie. “Yes ma’am the one and only” she took a sip of her drink smiling at Rosalie, she noticed she was still holding the other’s hand as she gazed down for a second.

She quickly let go not noticing the way Rosalie frowned at this. Rosalie being the bold woman she is took Y/N’s hand into hers once more as she slid into the seat beside her. “You can hold my hand honey, I don’t mind it one bit especially if it’s a beautiful woman” Rosalie winked at Y/N before she turned her attention to the bartender ordering herself a drink. “Lord knows I shouldn’t drink on the job but a little liquid courage ain’t neva hurt nobody”

Y/N nodded her head in agreement humming as a vocal response. She took this time to take in the beauty next to her that went by the name of Rosalie. Her eyes scanned from her black hair down the black pumps her feet adorned. She knew of Ms. Otterbourne but to see her in the flesh boldly flirting with her was another. Raising her glass to her lips she downed her drink to get some courage before she shot back a flirt herself. “Well you’re one to speak Ms. Otterbourne, I’ve been blessed with the presence of a goddess”

This in turn made Rosalie turn in her seat placinga hand onto Y/N’s knee with a smirk. “Now that’s more like it, how about after my performance we go up to my room and talk as friends, I sure could use one”. Y/N nodded her head agreeing automatically, she wanted this woman and she was hell bent on making Rosalie hers. “Sounds great to me, you blow these people outta the water now ya hear?” Rosalie tilted her head back releasing a laugh while giving Y/N a glimpse of her sparkling teeth. “I shall do just that”

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lady-of-the-spirit · 6 months

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My fave part of Death on the Nile (movie) is that Poirot didn't actually need to ask Bouc about Rosalie, because he already knew they were in a relationship and only needed to know about Rosalie's life, but Poirot just wanted a chance to ask his friend about his romantic life, let Bouc gush a bit about her, and tell Bouc how happy he was for them. And the way Poirot decided to bring it up was tell Bouc he's too much of a manwhore to not notice Rosalie.

#so glad bouc didn't die and he and rosalie got married :)#death on the nile #hercule poirot #death on the nile 2022 #bouc #xavier bouc #monsieur bouc #i'm saying stuff

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filministic · 1 year

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Death on the Nile (2020) dir. Kenneth Branagh

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heejayy · 1 year

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Rosalie O. || I’ve got my eyes on you

Warning • one sided love?, mentions same sex relationship as taboo (nun homophobic ion do that shit)

Genre • lil angst, fluff at the end

Pairing • Rosalie x black fem! reader

A/n: it’s 4 in the morning don’t mind my mistakes 🙃 but I put my heart and soul into this one…it’s kinda short tho but leave me alone 😭😭

You've had your eye on her since you first set foot on this boat. She is stunning, from the way her eyes twinkle with confidence, to how her skin glows in the sun or moonlight, to even the way she carries herself. She is self-assured, knows her worth, and isn't afraid to put others in their place. You found it insanely attractive, but you couldn't act on your feelings because being in a romantic relationship of the same gender is extremely taboo, so you buried your sinful thoughts away for only you to know.

"My Rosalie, you're amazing on the piano, isn't she y/n?" Linnet smiled as she admired her friend's talent on the piano. You blinked out of your trance, nodding.

“Oh yeah she’s very skilled, such lovely talent.”

Rosalie bowed her head and thanked you, and you smiled and walked away, trying not to stare too long.

You found yourself walking towards the deck, where you sipped champagne while staring at the night sky. The stars were beautiful tonight, and the Nile glistened just right in the moonlight; you wish you had someone to share this moment with, but the type of love you desire is forbidden in the eyes of others.

"May I join you, Ms. y/n?" You turn around to see Rosalie, the woman whom you adore.

“Oh Mrs. Otterbourne, of course you can join me” you welcomed her a little too eagerly.

“It’s Ms by the way I’m unmarried” she corrected and you nodded.

"Right my apologies," you said, she gave you a small smile understanding your mistake. You watched her as she leaned against the railing, the wind blowing through her light curls; her beauty was breathtaking, her skin soft and dewy, as if she had been blessed by Aphrodite herself. Your gaze was drawn lower as you examined her attire, which ranged from Coco Chanel to Madeleine Vionnet, it was very rare for people of color to have such money to buy luxurious clothing but she could.

“She’s looks beautiful in blue.”

“Excuse me?” You jolt from hearing her voice, “I- um” my god y/n can you be any more dense, you internally curse at yourself.

“Rosalie, y/n come join the festivities!” you were saved by a drunk Simon bursting through the doors trying to reel you back into the party, but you couldn’t go back and party not after almost accidentally revealing your feelings to your crush who happens to be another woman.

"No thank you, I'm a little tired, I think I'll go get some rest, goodnight to both of you," you said as you walked up the stairs towards your room.

While closing the door you let out a breath of air you didn’t realizing you were holding. You made your way to the bathroom wanting to wash off the embarrassment you were feeling, while in the shower all you could of was her and it was frustrating.

You tried to distract yourself by thinking about tomorrow's activities, they said everyone was going to see an ancient tomb, that should be fun you thought. You were rubbing in your moisturizer when you heard a light knock on your door. You weren't in the mood to open it, and you also didn't feel like talking to anyone so you ignored it.

“It’s me Rosalie, do you mind letting me in? I know you’re awake because your light is still on.” You gasped jumping up from your seat snatching your robe off the bed quickly putting it on.

“May I help you?” You ask politely.

“You know I’m not stupid and I don’t like bein’ played for a fool” she snickered walking pass you entering your room.

“Whatever do you mean Ms. Otter- um I mean Rosalie?” You questioned tying your robe tighter around you. She took a seat on your bed crossing her legs “I mean you y/n, don’t think I don’t notice those longing stares, the way you blush when I complement your blouse or perfume, the way you-“

“Please stop! I'm sorry, okay?" you say, flustered, “I'm going to stop everything; I'm not going to look at you, talk to you, or even breathe in your direction. I know you're probably disgusted with me for having feelings for a woman, and I know it's not right," you hung your head in shame, refusing to make eye contact with her, you can't believe she found out you didn't think you were that obvious. You sat down on the vanity seat, feeling nauseous.

“You’re absolutely right it is seen as wrong but I never said I cared” your head shot up in confusion to see her wearing a flirtatious smirk “I’m sorry if my advances seemed a little- what’s the word…vague? But I am also interested in you. So no need to go boo-hooin’ and apologizin’ darlin ” you couldn’t believe your ears, Rosalie was into you?

“Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“Well I found it amusing seeing you squirm but it was becoming a little too obvious so I came here tonight to tell you I feel the same way.”

To say you were elated was a complete understatement, the most beautiful woman you’ve met like you back. Unable to contain your excitement you let out a little giggle, Rosalie noticed and smiled, you got up and went to join her on the bed.

"So what now?" When you ask, she takes your hands in hers and places them in her lap.

She smiled at you with sincerity. "I am not ashamed in who I am but I’m also not dumb either we'll be known as friends to others, but to us it'll be much more" she rubbed your knuckles with her thumb while staring at you in awe "Well I should be off to my room now it's pretty late and don’t wanna raise questions" you frowned not wanting to see her go but knowing you'd see her tomorrow brought you joy.

"Night y/n and don’t forget I’ve got my eye on you.”

"Good night Rosalie," you smiled as she kissed your cheek and exited your room, and you watched her walk down to her room before returning to yours.

"Wow, what a night."

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bubbleblowinggirl · 10 months

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She pulled away so fucking fast 😭😭

#letitia wright #rosalie otterbourne #death on the nile #letitiawright

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hiiisorryimlate · 5 months

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when the comic relief gets serious,

when the trustworthy sidekick finally gets a life,

and when everyone is invested in the golden retriever,

that is when the author must kill

#The moment I saw Bouc and Rosalie in a loving relationship I knew he was a goner #I should've watch death on the Nike first to spare myself #death on the nile #hercule poirot #agatha christie #Monsieur Bouc #Rosalie Otterbourne #screaming crying throwing up

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shurismainbxtch · 1 year

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This is the only guy that I shipped her with and the one from Aisha😭

#letitia wright #death on the nile #rosalie otterbourne

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naomis-daydream · 1 year

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currently watching ‘death on the nile’ just for letitia and as soon as they showed the back of her neck i smiled

#im so delusional #letitia wright #rosalie otterbourne death on the nile

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axailslink · 1 year

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Go big or go home

Rosalie Otterbourne x poc FEM reader

Summary: Rosalie likes that you take interest in her but it's too bad she knows she might only see you once. Well go big because home for her is very far.

Rosalie Otterbourne Salome Otterbourne's niece and manager she is a real find rare in today's world her walk has class and so does her style there are not many words to describe it. You don't see many black women with such power it attracts you immediately you've been eyeing her since the music came to the party. She's quick to ask the man for the money for her entertainment but he doesn't see why she should have it before which leads her to say "so if you want a little music I want to see some green or whatever color money is in your country." Those words make you chuckle as her eye catches yours but she quickly returns her attention back to the man as he hands her a small envelope which she smiles at. When he leaves she lets her gaze fall on you while she lifts her hands up as if to signal the music to start. When she approaches you you cross your legs and smile "miss Rosalie Otterbourne the woman you are." She smiles as you praise her "I couldn't say the same for you I don't know of you but you sure do like keeping an eye on me" you nod "my apologies I just can't keep myself contained when I see such a beautiful black woman in charge. I'm Y/n" Rosalie smiles and hums "well Y/n I like to take charge and if you say I'm beautiful it must be true.

You both listen to the music your eyes never leave each other the whole night you listen to her talk about her pride and how she enjoys singing. "Dance with me" she smiles and shakes her head "we shouldn't" you nod "I understand." She can see how this makes your smile drop a bit "we can't if we could I'd dance with you all night long..." Rosalie glances at her aunt as she approaches you both "the night is coming to an end Rosalie I think we've seen enoug-" "I would like to take a guest with us for the night." Salome eyes you up and down but says nothing to you "well then let's go." You follow Rosalie without question as the driver opens the door she grabs your hand and pulls you in. Salome only spares you both a few glances "you're taking me home?" Rosalie smiles "I'm taking you somewhere we can dance all night long and not be judged for the most part."

When you both arrive at the hotel you try to act as if you've been there but truth be told you've never seen anything like it. Rosalie's hand is quick to leave yours when you both exit the car. When you walk inside it's hard not to gawk at the beauty you find yourself staring at everything even the floor. Rosalie says goodnight to her aunt who has decided to stay in the dining area for a nightcap. While you both run to her room when you both are in she closes the door and locks it you're quick to pick her up and spin her around. "Finally alone." She laughs as you put her down but she pauses and glances at your lips she seems so hesitant you don't want to kiss her if she doesn't want the same. In this day and age this wasn't right in many people's eyes so maybe she was a bit hesitant for that reason. "I'm sorry I just haven't moved this fast in a while. Forgive me" You nod "I would never force yo-" she laughs "I know I do not hesitate because I do not like you I hesitate because I don't want to be hurt."

She kisses you anyway not giving you a chance to ask about her last comment your hands reach her waist as she gently pulls away. "You said you do not want to be hurt yet you throw yourself fully into the fire" she shrugs "it's how I've always been "go big or go home" my aunt says." She smiles "I don't live in the past and I don't get hurt so you best not hurt me." You nod slowly "good let's play some music" she turns the radio up in the room not too loud of course to disturb others but just enough and returns to you jazz plays through the small speaker. You take her hand gently and turn her around and she gently sways against you her dress rising as her hands ride up her sides "you are a fool girl dirty dancing" you shake your head and look her up and down as she lets herself dance and turn around to face you with a big smile on her face. "Maybe a bit of a fool" you can't help but smile when she lets her hands rest behind your head giving you both a moment to just stare at each other and notice every little thing. You notice the scar on her forehead you can't help but wonder how she got it and hum "so you are a jazz girl?" She shrugs "I'm a whatever plays on the radio kind of girl don't tell my aunt that though she loves the blues." You laugh "I won't" you notice Rosalie's gaze leaves you and turns to her bed in the room you can see where her thoughts are leading but you thought she was classier than this. Surely.

"I might not see you again we travel so very often..." For the first time tonight you see her facial expression sadden for a moment but her smile quickly returns as she lets her hands climb their way down your neck, past your breast, and stop at your waist she gently pulls your loose fit satin felt dress up. "Do you want to do this?" You ask her surely "go big or go home" she replies and you grab her hand "well I ain't going home" you smile and lead her to the bed "but I do like going big" she smiles as you kick your heels off and crawl onto the bed. Finally after so much dancing you feel her lips again and it's undescribable nothing can explain how she makes you feel like you're in heaven kissing an angel but also like you're in hell being tortured by a demon that constantly dangles your freedom in front of your face... That's what the kiss feels like freedom. Even if it's just for a night locked in a room hiding from the reality on the outside of the door.

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mandoreviews · 10 months

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📽️ Death on the Nile (2022)

I really looked forward to this because I loved Murder on the Orient Express. Unfortunately, this one did not live up to its predecessor. Now, I’ve never read the book, so I don’t know how closely it follows the book. But I thought this was predictable. I was hoping for some twist at the end that I didn’t see coming, but the culprit was who I thought it would be. That was disappointing. I hope the book is better or different, because this movie did not make me want to read it.

Sex/nudity: 3/10 (kissing, references to sex, innuendoes, sexual dialogue)

Language: 2/10 (pretty mild)

Violence: 7/10 (the whole thing is about a murder)

Overall rating: 5/10

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gweelczz · 10 months

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“Cat Got Your Tongue?” PT. 2

Rosalie Otterbourne × Black!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive, smut, Rosalie being the only woman ever, reader is a simp off rip and a munch!!, reader is the sister of Cab Calloway and the cousin of Billie Holiday, Rosalie has rizz, Fingering, Oral (Rosalie receiving)

Summary: Being in love she didn't know whether she was falling or flying but she was airborne either way... or a story about a woman falling head over heels for another woman in the 1930s

“Up above my head”

“I hear music in the air”

“Up above my head”

“I hear music in the air”

“Up above my head”

“I hear music in the air”

“And I really do believe”

“Yeah I really do believe”

“There's a Heaven somewhere”

“Now up above my head”

“Up above my head”

“I see, trouble in the air”

“I see, trouble in the air

“Up above my head”

“I see trouble in the air”

“I see troubles in the air”

“Up above my head”

“I see trouble in the air”

“I really do believe”

“You know, I really do believe”

“I really do believe”

“There is a Heaven somewhere”

“And I really do believe”

“I really do believe”

“Yes, I really do believe”

“I really do believe”

“Yes, I really do believe”

“I really do believe”

“There's a Heaven somewhere”

“There’s a Heaven somewhere”

Rosalie sat at the piano as Salome stood across from her on the stage, guitar slung across her body. They bounced the lyrics off of each other filling the party with a soulful feel. Y/N now stood leaning against the rail next to her brother who was smirking as he glanced between her and Rosalie who had been stealing glances at each other the whole performance.

Cab chuckled a bit as Y/N stared at the woman enamored with the voices that rang from on the stage, Rosalie’s standing out to her the most with how strong and soul filled it sounded. “If you keep staring you know she could charge you for being a creep, and close your mouth there could be flies” Cab teased nudging his sister laughing softly.

“Sorry” the woman murmured bashfully “she’s just so beautiful, I can’t help it”. Cab nodded before speaking again “I see you two married with at least two dogs in the future” he chuckled dodging the hit his sister sent his way. “Shut it Cab” her eyes darting back to the stage where Salome and Rosalie had ended the song and were now blowing kisses to each other with wide smiles.

Rosalie and Salome bowed before excusing themselves from the stage, Salome heading backstage while Rosalie walked through the crowd to claim her friend for the night. Cab smirked excusing himself with a smirk “don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” he winked before walking off.

“Ready to go Suga?” Rosalie asked holding out a hand to Y/N who gladly took it letting the woman lead her up the stairs. Once the made it inside the hotel room Y/N was pushed against the wall with lips attached to hers. Her hands wrapping around Rosalie’s neck moaning softly into her mouth.

Her hands trailed underneath the skirt of her dress as their tongues fought for dominance. Y/N’s mouth latched onto Rosalie’s neck panting against the Swamy toned skin, fingers tangling themselves in her hair angling her head for her own usage. “I’ve wanted your lips on me from the moment I saw ya on stage.. ya heart called out to me askin me to light this here body ablaze with my touch” Rosalie spit fire as she spoke, her fingers brushing the smooth skin of her thigh.

“Will ya let me honey? Will ya let touch ya the way a man neva could? Give ya pleasure only ya dreams could provide?” Rosalie gently pulled the other’s mouth from her neck with a fire lit in her eyes. “I need an answer, ain’t goin touch ya no more without one” Rosalie went to move her hand from Y/N’s thigh causing the other woman to grab it placing it back onto it’s previous location.

Y/N internally panicked at the thought of Rosalie’s hands leaving her body after craving to feel her all night. She wanted this no question, she’d never wanted anything more in her life. If her brother could see her now he’d be smirking with that knowing look. Cab knew who she was before she even knew herself and every chance he got he reminded her of that. She slightly whimpered clinging on to the others hand firmly.

“Please, touch me.. do anything you want, I need you. Needed you since I saw you” her southern drawl dripping with want and desperation. Y/N gathered all her boldness and gently pushed Rosalie onto the bed as she herself removed her undergarments and unzipped her dress straddling Rosalie’s lap, she was determined to get what she wanted, what she desired.

Rosalie pulled down the straps of Y/N’s gown taking a nipple into her mouth, her fingers creeping up her thigh until the reached their destination. Her eyes never leaving Y/N’s as she did so, her auburn orbs reflecting a predatory gaze wordlessly communicating with the woman in her lip.

A soft mewl escaped Y/N’s lips as she felt those slender fingers she’d been fantasizing about all night inserting themselves into her leaking heat. She bucked her hips into Rosalie’s hand moaning softly under her breath “Mmm Rosalie, feels so good”. Y/N’s fingers found purchase in the manager’s hair tugging gently from the pleasure, “fuck, please do that again”.

Rosalie smirked against her skin curling her fingers once more causing the beauty above her to cry out, her thumb painting circles onto her clit. Rosalie pulled off of her nipple just enough to speak switching to the other one afterwards “let me hear ya honey, wanna hear how good I’m pleasing my sunflower”

“Rosalie, baby.. I’m gonna..” Y/N babbled out her brain turning to mush as she tried articulating a sentence. The orgasm she’d tried holding back surfacing ten fold making her eyes roll back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m cumming” Y/N’s moans now airy and high pitched as she came spilling her juices onto the other’s fingers, her breath hitching as she panted. “So unlady like” Rosalie tsked with a smirk causing Y/N to blush.

“god that was so good”. She took a few seconds to catch her breath gazing at Rosalie with hooded eyes “Your turn now mistress”. She climbed off of the woman’s lap pushing her onto her back, fingers hurriedly bunching her skirt up around her hips. Rosalie spread her legs inviting the hungry woman into her heat that was now leaking onto the expensive sheets.

Rosalie had this aura about her, her independent nature making her more sexy than she was. She carried herself in a way that made men dislike her. Men didn’t like women who didn’t need a man and Rosalie was one of those women. She licked her lips gazing down at Y/N, her fingers holding the fabric bunched around her waist. “C’mon baby, show these men how good you can please a woman” Y/N moaned leaning down flicking out her tongue, a long wet stripe being applied to her slit.

“God yes, that’s it suga” Rosalie moaned as Y/N swirled her tongue around her clit wrapping her lips around it giving it a hard suck. Rosalie arched her back and bucked her hips. “My lord…” she moaned out tangling her fingers into Y/N’s hair, the other woman moaning into her cunt flicking her tongue across the bud before moving down inserting her tongue into her entrance, her nose brushing against her clit causing Rosalie to cry out once again.

“Oh my yes, Y/N please more.. need ya to make me cum baby”. She instructed granting her a hum from the other woman while Y/N sped up her ministrations on a mission to make her dove cum. Her tongue moving in one direction as her head went in the other. She moaned at the taste of Rosalie’s juices which were now dripping down her chin but she could truly care less. “Y/N baby, you goin make me cum!” Rosalie moaned out grinding her cunt against Y/N’s face chasing her orgasm.

Y/N hummed sending vibrations into her heat, her eyes flicking up with a need to see Rosalie’s face when she comes undone. Her moans beautifully ringing in her ears like a symphony as she was finally granted her wish. Rosalie came with a loud moan and a tug to her hair, Y/N greedily drank every drop. Her mouth glistening with the woman’s juices, a yelp escape when she was firmly yanked up into a heavy kiss.

Rosalie removed the rest of their clothing wiping them both clean tossing the soiled garments into the ground. “Ms. Rosalie I’ve taken a likin to ya” Rosalie chuckled a bit pulling the blankets over both of them. Y/N lifted her head pressing a kiss to the other’s lips “well that great news because I’ve already claimed you, claimed you the minute I put my mouth on you” Rosalie shot back wrapping an arm around the other woman’s waist. “That’s quite alright with me”

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