[C][AU] Use And Be Used

She smiled, this one soft but no less dazzling.

"I would love that."

She'd had little chance to hunt for mythology books herself in too long. Now she had someone else willing to find them for her. That made her beyond happy.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Man, it was going to be hard to keep her feelings purely buisness about this.

"Also, do you want some new clothes? You might as well wear something comfortable."

Her head bobbed.

New clothes would be nice. The jumpsuit she was wearing now was the only item of clothing she had, and at this point it was more patchwork pieces than original jumpsuit.

And it had a lovely layer of grease on it that it wasn't going to lose any time soon, no matter how many washes she put it through.

Tamaras eyes wondered over Taw's body hidden uder the jump suit. While there wasn't much difference in height, Taw looked bigger then her in the hips and chest.

"I have some spare clothes in the wardrobe that will do for now. You can have your pick. Although they may be a bit tight."

Not that she will mind seeing that.

The offer immediately had Taw carefully placing the book in Tamara's lap then sweeping towards the wardrobe.

Her hands moved to unzip her jumpsuit. She shrugged it off her shoulders and kicked it aside when it dropped to her ankles. Her body was bare beneath it. She hadn't worn underwear in a long while. She had at one point, had bindings for her chest, but they'd eventually gotten tattered from years of use and were better off just being thrown out.

She flicked through the clothing before she found a long, thin white shirt. It would be tight around her chest, but Tamara's height would mean that this shirt would fall low enough that she wouldn't need to find anything else to wear. It probably fell to just below Tamara's crotch, which meant it'd fall down over her thighs a little more. If it passed her hips...

She pulled it on anyway, and found that it did come over her hips, but clung to them, just as it did her chest.

It was nice wearing something that wasn't the thick, dirty material of her jumpsuit.

She was pulling her hair from the collar of the shirt as she moved to take her seat besides Tamara on the bed again.

Her face went hot as she watched Taw's jumpsuit fall off her her body. Taw's body was curvaceous and just... Gorgeous. Stunning. Irresistible.

And she was right. The tight clothes did look good on her. Teasingly so.

Tamara had to remind herself to close her jaw as Taw took her place beside her. Her mother taught her not to gwack.

She cleared her throat.

"You can wear more clothes if you want."

Not that she wanted her too.

"This is more comfortable," she dismissed.

Honestly, she preferred not wearing any clothes at all for the most part. There was something incredibly freeing about being completely naked.

But if she was to wear clothes, light fabrics and as little as possible actual clothing was the way to go.

Her dark eyes flickered up to Tamara and she let her lips quirk into a small smirk. "And it makes for easier access." The implication of that one was clear.

The corner of her own lip quirked at that.

"Hmm, it does, doesn't it?"

She rested her warm hand on Taw's thigh- testing the waters and to see how Taw responded. Sure, it has been made clear what each other them wanted in this agreement, but she didn't want to rush into it. Either could back out anytime.

Her thighs shifted apart slightly when Tamara's warm hand found her thigh and her dark eyes met Tamara's with no hesitation.

This was what she had been expecting, and hoping for, from the get-go.

If she were being honest, she had expected it to happen when they were back in the alley. Tamara had good self control. She didn't know whether that was a good thing or not quite yet.

She held Taw's gaze. Her hand continued to slid up Taw's thigh as the spread under her hand. It stopped again where skin met fabric.

"You can stop this any time."

She needed to get that off her chest.

"I know."

She'd seen Tamara from a distance. She knew that the woman was good and kind. She treated people fairly and hated to see them unhappy.

It was an admirable quality, and one that had swayed her decision to make this proposition to her in the first place.

If she didn't want this, then Tamara wouldn't make her stay.

Her hand pressed atop Tamara's and guided the tips of her fingers just under the hem of the shirt.

But she wanted this. She wanted this bad.

Tam bit her lip, eyes still holding Taw's gaze as her hand was guided up under Taw's shirt. She cupped her hand hand between Taw's legs, unmoving.

She broke her gaze with Taw as she leaned in for a gentle kiss.

Her eyes slid shut and her lips parted when Tamara took control.

When Tamara initiated the gentle kiss, her hand skimmed up Tamara's arm and curled around the back of her neck.

Her fingers toyed with the wispy baby hairs at the back of her neck.

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Tam slipped down on the bed. Her naked skin flushed a deep blue. A silly, happy grin was spread across her face.

She reached out to cup Taw's face.

"You," she leaned in to press a kiss, "are amazing. Just... Amazing."

Probably the best decision she has made all week. All month. All year.

She was not going that long without sex ever again.

Taw tipped her head back, chest heaving and eyes hazy and half lidded.

She gave a half smile when Tamara tipped her face towards her, and she leaned down eagerly to receive her kiss.

"Youre... not half bad... yourself," she muttered in a breathless, drowsy dream.

And here she thought she'd be doing all the work.

That was clearly not the case.

Tam laughed, tucking her free arm under her head.

She stayed like that. Grun in place with her hand still cuped on Taw's face, transfixed on her. She played around with the daydream that maybe Taw didn't come to her for a buisness like relationship. But for something more personal. Deeper.

Pulling her hand away she rolled onto her back.

When the warm hand pulled away from her face, she moved to lay down, facing Tamara.

She looked up at the woman, watching her as she laid there.

Her stare was unintentionally intense.