Girls Night Out Series

HOT AUGUST NIGHT
by Ten

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RATING: NC17
PAIRING: Cordy/Baby (OC)
SUMMARY: It’s too hot for Cordy in New Orleans, so Babkes kes her to a hotel. Continuation of Ebs’ “Love on a Hot Afternoon”
SPOILERS: None
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to the god that is Joss Whedon (all hail and bow low before him), and WB, UPN, Mutant Enemy and some other people, but not me. Baby and the Babyverse belong to Ebony Silvers, who is the goddess of all things Baby.

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August 12, 2012

Cordy was stretched out in the oversized tub sipping sweetened iced tea and soaking in tepid water. Her neck was resting on a rolled up towel, her freshly pedicured feet were propped on the opposite edge of the tub, crossed at the ankles. Her hands dangled over the sides, the crimson tips looking like she had dipped her fingers in fresh blood. She had fresh, sliced cucumbers over her eyes and lined up across her forehead to her temples. She was, at last, cool.

Baby stood in the doorway, her arms crossed, admiring the sight, the sounds of Vivaldi’s The Four Seasons filling the acoustically live bathroom.

She smirked. “Isn’t Winter a bit of an overkill?” She chuckled a little.

“Oh God no, this is glorious,” Cordy responded, moving nothing but her lips, and them only slightly. “I’m almost cold! I didn’t think I would ever feel cold again. A bathtub full of snow wouldn’t be overkill in this place.” She bent her head forward, cucumber slices tumbling into the water in front of her, then looked at Baby. “God in Heaven, how do you stand it?”

“I thought we covered that,” Baby said with a bit of a smirk.

Cordy leaned back again, closing her eyes, but letting the sliced veggies float around her. “Hmm, yes, I seem to remember you saying something, but after that, I had a prolonged lack of brain activity.”

“True, you were only speaking in incoherent, single-syllable words there for awhile.” Cordelia could hear Baby smiling through the words.

Cordy abruptly stood up, water running down her body in rivulets leaving tiny rivers between her plentiful breasts, down over her hips, and striping her legs with the water’s silvery reflection. She looked like Venus coming out of the water. Well, Venus with short hair.

She stepped out and went straight to Baby, dripping across the furry mat on the floor. Without a word, she leaned in and pressed her cool lips to Baby’s neck, raining a few tiny kisses there before licking her consort mark repeatedly. She felt Baby shiver beneath her.

“Good?” she whispered into her neck.

A moan of approval was her only reply.

“Your turn.” She took both of Baby’s hands in hers and began backing up to the tub. “Trust me.”

When they reached the tub’s edge, Cordelia kissed up Baby’s jaw line and down her neck, lingering over the consort mark again, as she slowly unbuttoned Baby’s blouse using one hand to unbutton and the other to caress the warm, moist skin beneath. She traced the trail of perspiration in the valley between her breasts, then slipped her free hand inside the blouse, nimble fingertips searching out the nipple from outside her bra. She smiled into Baby’s collarbone and gave the happy nipple just one, gentle pinch before slipping down to her bare waist and sliding around the front again.

Both hands unfastened her jeans peeling back the opening just a little, then they slid up her waist, in tandem, over the swell of her breasts rubbing a small circle over each nipple with her palms before reaching up to her shoulders and pushing the blouse off, letting it fall to the floor behind them.

Cordy shifted back slightly, admiring the woman before her. “God, you are so beautiful.” She reached out slender fingertips and traced along the arch of Baby’s left breast, moving around the outside and underneath before making a slow spiral in toward her nipple, but only tracing around it, not directly over it. “You’re so soft and pale and round. Soft in all the right places.” She sighed, then smiled. Front hook bra, her favorite.

She looked up into Baby’s eyes and swam in the golden pools as her hands began to work on their own. With a light, almost unnoticeable touch, the hook was unfastened and the restrictive bit of lace pushed aside as Baby’s generous bosom poured out. Still gazing into her eyes, Cordy’s hands continued a gentle exploration of the newly exposed breasts, cupping them, caressing them, running her thumbs over the nipples, lingering long enough to feel them pucker beneath her touch. She breathed in and out in a long, controlled breath then wrapped her arms around Baby, pulling her in closely and moving in a slow circle in and out, so that their breasts mingled and caressed each other. Baby gasped. Cordy moaned. The scent of their arousal was thick in the room, as Cordy released the embrace and dipped her head down to take one of Baby’s nipples into her mouth, sucking lightly before rolling it gently between her teeth while flicking the tip with her tongue at the same time. The sound Baby made almost made Cordelia come right there.

“Baby?” she whispered across the other woman’s flesh, her breathing fast and shallow.

“Mmm?”

“We’re reacha poa point here that I hadn’t planned on getting to for awhile.” She licked languishingly across one nipple. “I’ll you give the choice … we drop to the fuzzy rug now or we cool off for a few minutes and I’ll treat you to something different first and THEN we’ll drop to the fuzzy rug.”

Baby took Cordelia’s face in her hands and guided it up to her own, surrounding her swollen lips with a warm, searching kiss that made Cordy’s toes tingle.

“Well,” Baby said when she released her friend, “we could always do … both.” A mischievous grin spread across her features. Her eyes flashed, even the red in her hair seemed to burn a little.

Cordy’s eyes got huge. “Ohhhhh yes, please.” She felt her knees go weak and countered by shoving Baby unexpectedly against the wall. Baby went from mildly aroused to ready to pop the moment her back hit the wall. Cordy’s demon side could smell how much she had liked that, and she raised an eyebrow at her.

Baby chewed at her own lower lip for a moment, seeing the recognition in Cordy’s expression. “As good and perfect as Spike is …. he’s sometimes … too gentle.” She bit her lip again.

Cordy’s eyes flashed as a grin crept across her delicate features. She pushed Baby harder into the wall and pressed a forceful kiss on her lips, to the point of almost bruising. It was a delicious pain, all teeth and tongues. Cordy’s hands pushed things up several notches, no longer the tender, gentle touch she had been offering but a more fierce, deliberate squeeze to a handful of flesh at Baby’s hips, pressing her hipbones into Baby’s side and lifting her knee up into the moist heat of Baby’s sex, moving it slowly to rub and seduce her clit out to play.

The kiss moved down to her neck, Cordy sucking in hard and leaving marks on Baby’s neck. Baby leaned her hbackback against the wall and shivered. The brunette liked that, she liked that a lot and began biting her with her dull teeth on the neck, her shoulders, down her chest, and finally actually drawing blood on her nipple. It was coppery tasting and enticing and Cordy suddenly felt a little flush of what Spike and Angel must enjoy about their blood so much.

She pulled back a little, licking the blood from Baby’s skin, then began leaving tiny bite marks across her stomach, some hard, some softer. Baby was breathing heavily now as well, little moans of pleasure escaping her bow mouth. Cordy’s nails appeared from nowhere scratching roughly down Baby’s sides, leaving welts from the sides of her breasts to her knees. Cordy pressed Baby’s knees a little further apart and scratched the sensitive skin between her thighs from knees to her hot, now very wet folds. Cordy felt intoxicated with the power of it and Baby’s very obvious scent of arousal. Baby herself was almost shivering with excitement. Cordelia had never in her life been so grateful that she had cut her nails to something more manageable than usual, the last thing she wanted was to rip three layers of skin off Baby … she just wanted it to feel like that.

Cordy knelt all the way down, continuing to run her nails down the outside of Baby’s legs and up the inside, her mouth and tongue teasing Baby’s swollen outer lips, but not yet dipping inside. Baby began to writhe and moan in want. Cordy withheld it anyway, at one point giving a low, rumbling laugh against the skin over her pubic bone.

“Yes, please, Cordy, yesssssssss,” Baby whimpered. “Pleeeeaaaseeeeeee.”

“Mmmm, what do you want, Baby?” Cordy whispered across the mount of dark, curly hair, nibbling her outer lips, careful not to give too much.

“Pleeeeeease, Cordyyyyyyyyy, do it, do it!” She whimpered.

Cordy prolonged it for a moment longer then slipped two fingers inside Baby’s heat just as she clamped down on her clitoris, using her lips to pull and suck almost viciously as her fingers curled inside, stroking that divine inner spot. Baby screamed from the unexpectedly sudden release, her juices now covering Cordelia’s mouth and chin as she was unrelenting with her grip … still sucking hard and adding harsh flicks of her tongue as well, while her fingers continued to move in and out, torturously over and over again, sending Baby over crest after crest of intense orgasm.

Baby’s knees began to buckle and she crumbled down onto the fuzzy rug, Cordelia raising her head out of the way but keeping her fingers inside, scissoring them slightly to keep the pleasure sustained for just a bit longer. Baby leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, her knees still spread and her head leaned back with her eyes closed. Cordy smiled unseen at her then slipped her fingers out of Baby’s wet opening, giving her clit just a teasing, gentle caress with her thumb as she withdrew..

Quietly she moved to the tub, turned on the hot water, and added some sandalwood oil. The room was suddenly filled with the scent of the oil and Baby, a heady mixture. Cordy stopped the melodious strains of Vivaldi from the CD player, tossed the CD Frisbee style into the bedroom, and replaced it with FourPlay’s Between the Sheets. “Perfect,” she murmured to herself as she hit play.

She returned to Baby, still sitting against the wall, her eyes heavy-lidded but open and a smile of satisfaction on her face. Cordy leaned down and covered Baby’s lips with her own, a tiny caress of tongues lingering between them. Then she took Baby’s hands in her own and pulled her to a wobbly stand.

“You okay?” she queried.

“Mmm yes,” said Baby, still sporting that smile of satisfaction. “Where are you taking me?” she asked as she felt herself being tugged along.

“To the tub, darling, it’ll be nice, you’ll see.”

“Okay,” Baby sighed contentedly.

Once they reached the tub, Cordy, turned off the hot water, tested the temperature and urged Baby in. Just enough steam was rising from the water to make it comfortable and inviting without being oppressive. She kneeled on the cool tiles and reached for a loofah, plunging it into the water to soften it as she stroked bright red hair back from Baby’s forehead. The shapely woman had already sunk deeply into the water, almost up to her chin, and her eyes were closed again.

Seeing how comfortable and relaxed Baby was, Cordy changed her immediate plans and moved to the foot of the tub, lowering the toilet lid, draping it with a towel, and sitting on it before she reached into the sandalwood-scented water to retrieve the loofah. She soaped it up with the French mill soap she’d brought with her and reached in for one of Baby’s feet, tugging on it just enough to bring it out of the water without pulling Baby’s head under.

She began at her heel and worked tiny circles over the top of Baby’s foot from ankle to toes, then went beneath from toes to ankle, careful to catch the sides and giving extra attention to any dry areas. She lowered the pampered foot and the loofah into the water to rinse, then did it all again with the same foot before, giving the other the same, double-whammy treatment. Baby cooed.

One by one, Cordy rubbed and massaged her toes, popping them when necessary and tugging just a little to hard sometimes just to give Baby that thrill of anticipated pain. When she was finished, she poured a little pure sandalwood oil into her hands, rubbed them together and massaged Baby’s feet, heel to toe and back. Adding a bit more oil, she rubbed it into Baby’s calves up to her knees, which were well under the water, then dried her hands and moved around to the head of the tub.

She pushed Baby forward just a bit, with no resistance from the rag doll woman whatsoever, and slipped into the tub behind her, pulling Baby back into her so that she was nestled in Cordy’s arms and legs. Baby sighed in contentment. Cordy kissed her hair and around her neck to the claim mark at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, which she licked and traced with her tongue once again.

Her right hand slipped beneath Baby’s arm and wrapped around her waist, Cordy’s fingertips stroking lightly across Baby’s stomach. Reaching for the soft sea sponge on the tub shelf with her left hand, Cordy pulled it into the tub with them to fill it, then rested it at the base of Baby’s throat and squeezed, sending a rush of the warm, scented water gushing down her chest and over her breasts. Baby took sharp intake of breath.

“Mmmmm, do it again.”

Cordy complied, repeatedly, while nibbling Baby’s neck and ear and shoulder. The hand around her waist explored and touched the underwater areas while her lips kissed and licked and sucked the exposed flesh.
After a while Cordy added some sandalwood bath gel and began washing sudsy, fragrant circles on her chest, breasts and neck. Baby accommodated her however she could, moving her head from side to side as needed.

The sounds of seductive jazz mingled with sighs and moans of pleasure at the caresses, touches, and gentle washings. Cordy wrapped her legs around Baby, rubbing her clean-shaven mound in gentle circles against the smooth ass resting on her. Baby took the sponge from Cordy’s hand and tossed the sponge away. Cordy took the hint, it was time for her hands to take over, which they did immediately and a little aggressively, scratching Baby’s skin from the base of her neck down her back, then from her throat to her waist, giving a little extra rough attention to her nipples. Wrapping her hands around Baby’s waist she clawed at the tops of her thighs, around the sides of her hips and back up to her waist again. Then she flattened her hands, using just her palms to soothe the worried welts that were appearing. She touched everything with softness all the while whispering words of affection and beauty to her beneath the arousing echo of keyboard, drums, and guitars.

She oiled her hands after splashing some of the water up around Baby’s neck and shoulders to keep her warm, then returned beneath the surface and began to pinch and tease Baby’s nipples mercilessly until she was writhing in the tub, sending water out onto the floor. One hand returned to bre breasts, its attention shared between the two wrinkled and anxious nipples, as the other hand stayed low, the oil making her fingers slide easily inside Baby’s hungry, swollen folds … first one, then two, then three with an easy rhythm and gentle exploring from this new angle.

When she felt Baby getting closer and closer to the delicious orgasm waiting for her, Cordy released the nipple she had been pulling and torturing and slipped her around beneath Baby’s hip, tick and and teasing her tighter opening before massaging it gently, then more firmly, then entering completely, wiggling inside her from both passages until Baby came hard around her fingers, arching into her and crying out. Cordy rode the orgasm with her, trying to push it further, or twist here and there to make it last longer.

When both women sighed and began to relax again, their arms and legs had become a tangle of limbs in the gradually cooling water. They sank down further, touching and caressing one another with a breathy glee to them, as if they were young girls getting away with something.

Their sudden playfulness was interrupted by the sound of conspicuous and deliberate coughing. They startled and looked to the doorway finding Spike and Angel leaning against each side of the frame watching them with their arms crossed, very aware of what had been going on from the thick scent of arousal and the quite obvious hard ons they were both sporting.