Title: By the Lake
Author: Janine
Fandom: Death Proof
Pairing: Julia/Arlene
Rating: R, sexual situations, language, recreational drug use
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Summary: A quiet interlude between Julia and Arlene during one of their trips to the lake.
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Arlene breathed in deeply, sucking the smoke into her lungs and held it there for a few seconds before leisurely blowing out. She watched the smoke as it escaped from her pink, glossy lips and smiled as grey tendrils danced in the air before slowly dissipating. She looked down at the rapidly shrinking joint in her hand, losing herself in the glowing orange tip for a moment, and then she lifted it to her lips and dragged in once more as she watched the rain pelt the mucky earth in front of the porch.
A few moments later there was a slight creaking, and then a smile touched Arlene’s lips as she felt long arms wrap around her. Julia, she thought dreamily as she exhaled, allowing another stream of smoke to escape from her lungs.
“Shana?” Arlene breathed out, as Julia’s body settled in behind her.
“Passed out,” Julia sighed as she buried her nose in the dark, sweet smelling strands of Arlene’s hair, “Finally.”
Julia’s voice was like warm butter and Arlene moaned contently as she leaned back into the taller woman’s embrace. She loved being wrapped up in Julia’s arms, having the other woman’s body cocooned all around her. One wouldn’t have guessed it upon meeting Julia for the first time, or hundredth time, but the DJ gave good hug. She didn’t care to be tactile with too many people, not even ones she was fucking most of the time, but Arlene was one of the select few people that Julia trusted enough to snuggle with.
“Is that done?”
Arlene shook her head faintly and reached up passing what was left of her joint to Julia. Their fingers brushed as Julia took it from her and Arlene licked her lips. Her head was already cradled against Julia’s chest, so Arlene simply tilted her head up so that she could watch Julia bring the rolled paper to lips and inhale.
Julia’s eyes closed as she breathed in, and Arlene could feel her chest expand as she took the smoke into her lungs. Julia’s lips were wet and glistened tantalizingly in the moonlight. Her perfect features were relaxed and peaceful, and Arlene couldn’t help herself. She rose up on her toes slightly and pressed her lips against the column of Julia’s throat.
Smoke blanketed the air a moment later as Julia breathed out, releasing what she had been holding in her lungs, and then the DJs lips curved up in a smile.
“Frisky,” Julia sighed, looking down at Arlene.
“Don’t act like you mind,” Arlene replied, lips brushing against Julia’s neck once more as her hands slipped under the DJs tank top to play against the smooth, chocolate skin underneath.
Julia shrugged lightly and then leaned down until her lips were pressed against Arlene’s. The shorter woman wrapped her arms more tightly around Julia’s waist and parted her lips, allowing the Amazonian beauty to deepen the kiss.
“I’ve wanted to do that all day,” Julia murmured breathlessly when the need for air forced them to pull away from each other. “I was ten minutes away from knocking Shana over the head with a fuckin’ frying pan. Don’t get me wrong, I love the woman like I love Motown, but I love your ass more, and goddamn you wear some short shorts,” Julia continued, punctuating her words by cupping Arlene’s ass and squeezing the rounded globes through the shorts she was so fond of. “You’re so sexy it hurts,” Julia moaned.
A soft sigh escaped from Arlene’s lips as Julia handled her, and she allowed her own hands to begin to wander around behind Julia, slipping her fingers beneath the waistband of the DJs own tiny shorts so that her blunted nails could scrape at the perfectly rounded curve of Julia’s ass.
“You’re such a fucking pervert,” Arlene grumbled before leaning forward to lick at Julia’s exposed clavicle.
Her head felt light and fuzzy, and Julia felt good pressed up against her. The warmth of the DJs body was nice and the taste of salty skin and strawberry lip gloss had her aching to taste more of the beauty in front of her.
Rain continued to pound down, dotting the surface of the lake, pinging against the roof before rolling off the edge in sheets. It was warm out, and Arlene was sticky, but it was the nice kind of sticky, the delicious kind that just made her want to get wetter and sticker with Julia.
“Don’t act like you mind,” Julia muttered, parroting back Arlene’s words as she slipped a long, firm thigh between Arlene’s legs.
“You know I don’t,” Arlene sighed, pressing herself against Julia’s thigh as she spoke. “In fact I like you better that way,” she groaned, grasping at Julia’s hips as she began to lightly rock against her friends strong leg.
White teeth clamped down on a plump, pink lip as the heat from Arlene’s sex warmed Julia’s leg. She could feel the damp heat even through Arlene’s shorts and it was turning her on like crazy. Julia wasn’t a pussy hound by any stretch of the imagination. She didn’t deny that she liked it, and she’d gone after more than a few muffs, but no ripe juicy peach got her kitty purring quite like Arlene’s. She liked smelling it, she liked touching it and more than anything she liked licking it.
Julia ran her hands over Arlene’s back, stroking gently for a while before she lowered her hands to Arlene’s hips, supporting the smaller woman as she rocked.
“Let’s go inside,” Julia whispered, brushing her lips against Arlene’s temple.
“Your bedroom or mine?” Arlene asked, tilting her head up to give Julia access to her lips.
“Which ever is closer,” Julia murmured against Arlene’s lips as her fingers slipped between Arlene’s. Julia lifted her free hand up to cup Arlene’s face, holding it reverently, as she deepened the kiss between then, a happy sigh emerging from her lips when they pulled apart.
Arlene smiled and pushed up on her toes, pressing her lips against Julia’s quickly one more time, and then she turned and began to walk towards the cabin door, dragging a very willing Julia behind her.
The End