Finding ways to fill up their days was becoming less and less about thinking up something new and exciting, and more about what might differentiate Monday from Thursday or Saturday from Tuesday. With her students winding down for the year and far less Rory could actually do for them, the days seemed to stretch out a little bit longer. As hard as it was to grapple with, Rory knew she was entirely lucky with how she spent her days. Her fiancee was with her, they had their health and their sanity (for the most part), their pets. What else did she really need?

Oh, adventure.

At first, Rory thought that they were kind of kidding about the whole finding a pool to break into thing, but the more and more they talked about it, the more excited she was to get on with the plan. They could have scrapped the whole thing and just done the latter part ... but no. They were women on a mission.

"Okay I think we've narrowed it down to ... two spots..." Rory pursed her lips together, but excitement edged into every word as they made their way out to the car. "There's the one at the aquatic center, and then school..." She figured they'd had to cross off any hotels or rec centers because she wasn't sure which ones were actually closed. She stopped by the car, reaching for Maris and drawing her in for a kiss, barely able to contain herself. "Choice is yours."

Maris was bolder than most. She was the sort of woman who wasn't scared of anything, anyone or what they thought. She might have had a reputation in college, but even that was something she was (slightly) proud of. Promiscuous nature (and relationship with a certain professor) aside, she was a relatively good kid. She'd never done more than the usual teenage acts of rebellion. She'd had a few drinks at parties, she'd smoked a bit of pot but she had a good head on her shoulders.

She'd never done anything illegal.

Until now.

Being around Rory 24/7 had put her in something of a mood lately. Rory was as close as close could be, never far from her side. She could have her whenever she wanted and she did, fairly certain that they'd christened nearly every inch of her house three times over but that was just in. As happy as she was that they were safe and together, the walls were beginning to close in. She needed a change of scenery, a reminder of what life was like when they could step outside whenever they wanted. She wanted to remind Rory too. For all her joking about becoming a WW2 era housewife, on some level, Maris was the tiniest bit worried that Rory would forget that she was spontaneous and fun.

She had a tote bag hitched up and onto her shoulder, towels, a flashlight (would they even need it? she had no idea, but it was after dark) and the strap on thrown inside. Her bikini was on under her clothes, but this was obviously different than any other time they'd gone swimming. If she was honest, swimming was the furthest thing from her mind.

"Maybe the school?" she offered a bit hesitantly. She was slightly worried Rory might get into trouble, but the fact that her fiancee worked there was actually the reason why she made her decision. She knew her way around. Which meant they might be able to pull this off.

It was probably a terrible idea, but the school was actually Rory's top choice. It made things a little easier for them, but also it felt like the right place to be. "Kind of feels on point for us, yeah." Rory smiled reassuringly, that wicked thrill of excitement rising all the more. Rory had some semblance of control there, and worst case, they could bolt down the hall and hide in her office ... not that she thought they had security working there anymore. Everything was pretty locked up tight. "And I have this." She wiggled her eyebrows and raised her keycard and set of keys to the school. Maybe they weren't breaking in, but the pool would take some finagling.

This was the most illegal thing that Rory could say she'd done as well. As she slipped in the car, her knees bounced and she had to let out a laugh. "We're nuts." She said and bit her lower lip, waiting for Maris to buckle before starting the car. She was practically a kid in a candy store, her adrenaline was already rushing as they started their journey.

Nothing in her life with Maris was boring. They could be sitting on the couch all day reading next to each other, and that would still feel perfect, and peaceful - but never boring. This was just different, and felt thrilling to be so. They weren't struggling for spice, but good god did this feel good.

"Okay hang on," She said as she pulled up outside the school, going to the faculty gate which had been locked. "Lucky you're engaged to someone very high up in this establishment." She winked and hopped out of the car, using her set of keys to unlock the gate and with some effort pull it open enough to get their car through. She felt like she was going through everything a little quickly, or eagerly. But soon enough she'd shut the gate behind them and pulled them through to park towards the back of the lot where it'd be hard to see a car from the street.

Not as stealthy as she probably should have been, Maris snickered as she got out of the car, her nervousness mostly overshadowed by excitement because Rory's was kind of contagious.

She knew she should probably take a look around and pay close attention to their surroundings, lest they be caught (though she was pretty confident they were golden late at night) but she kept stealing glances at Rory, the smile on her face so wide her cheeks were starting to hurt.

She kissed her hard once they slipped inside, though she quickly shuffled them to a far corner once she realized they were standing right near the window.

"I did say I should come visit you at work more often," she said with a cheeky grin as she pulled away.

Rory felt almost high from the exhilarating adventure of just being here at all. She certainly never had such a feeling arriving to work, but this was off limits for a bunch of reasons -- all before what they'd be up to.

The likelihood of them getting caught might have been slim to none, but that really didn't mean anything at this point. She had never been much of a rebellious kid, probably because she saw how hard her mother worked to provide for them all. She always called if she was going to be late coming home, and never really had a curfew because she didn't get into much trouble. This felt like latent fun she had missed out on.

She was all giggles as they ducked inside, her arms slipping around Maris' waist and keeping her close as she kissed her breathlessly. "You did. And You're really good at keeping your promises." She laughed, giving her side a pinch as she walked down the dark hall with her.

"God this is weird..." She was still all smiles, her excitement just growing as they moved through the dark halls, only illuminated by the moon and ambient light outside and the few exit signs as they passed. "If this works out ...we might need to have a repeat excursion in my office." Her words were said low and near her ear, more for the sake of kissing her neck right afterward than being quiet.

It took a few turns and hitting one dead-end when she turned them the wrong direction, before they finally reached the door that would lead them into the pool. "This door is our best bet..." She said, and tried the door to find it locked. Scowling at the door, she turned to Maris. "I'm about to try the credit card trick and if this works ... I hope you realize you're basically marrying a magician." The locks inside the school really were not hard to get past. She locked herself out of her office once and used a pair of scissors to twist the lock. Not that her fiancee needed to know that.

"You kind of read my mind," Maris murmured, having just started to weigh the pros and cons of asking Rory to see her office when her fiancee brought it up. "I don't know how you get any work done at a desk that hasn't been christened."

She smirked, her eyes twinkling in the dim light as she remembered just how many times they'd had each other in their offices at work.

"Wait, here," she said, not quite sure why she was whispering as she fished the flashlight out of her bag and pressed it into Rory's palm. She wasn't quite sure it was needed either, but she wanted to be some sort of help while her fiancee was out there being some kind of (sexy) lady Macguyver.

She wanted to get in the pool more than ever and she knew what she did next probably going to slow Rory down by breaking her concentration, but she couldn't help it. She pressed soft, hungry kisses along the curve of Rory's neck as she fiddled with the lock, ever so slightly leaning in to press her body against hers. "Someone's been watching their heist movies," she purred, slipping her hands into Rory's back pockets.

God, she hoped this wasn't going to be a massive bust. Especially with the promise of doing something like this again ... in her office. Maris wasn't the only one whose mind ran right to the place when they worked together. The amount of close calls notwithstanding, Rory remembered with vivid detail the way they were, the few times they were allowed to take their time thanks to empty periods or assemblies, or the usual frantic rush of hands covering mouths and muffled sounds amidst their fucking. It was enough to make her flush all over - if their current situation wasn't already doing that.

"I don't either, it's a travesty." She said with an exaggerated pout, which she turned into a quick kiss pressed to Maris' cheek when she gave her the flashlight.

She'd grabbed an old credit card before they left, knowing this was a likely scenario, and pulled it out of her pocket to get to work. Not that it was easy to do so with Maris so close, and even less so as she pressed herself against her. Biting hard at her lower lip, Rory let out a little grunt that lay somewhere between approval and frustration. "I could totally take the Met Gala for all she's worth." She laughed, which just devolved into a fit of giggles as she leaned back into her fiancee. "You're very hard to concentrate around." She huffed, as she wiggled the door handle at the same time she wedged the card in. Somehow she managed to focus enough to finally jimmy the door open, and let it slide open in front of her. "Voila!" She beamed, reaching back to slide her hands over Maris' arms, down to where they were inside her pockets. Instead of moving forward, she pressed her ass back into Maris, turning her head to glance back at her. "Now get in here and fuck me."

Rory's demand only fueled the fire within her. She pushed herself away from her lover with more force than was probably necessary, knowing that if she stayed pressed against her much longer she'd probably just take her then and there, plan be damned.

She borrowed the flashlight, shining it along the sickly green (she couldn't help thinking her own high school pool had featured tiles the same sallow color) tile wall until she found the lights, flipping up every switch at once. It was blindingly bright after making their way through dimly lit hallways so she quickly turned off every light but one.

It didn't just save their eyes. It gave the space a faint, romantic glow.

Not even Maris saw the point of really getting dressed in the middle of quarantine. She'd arrived at school in leggings and an oversize black tee shirt that had long since faded to gray.

She playfully pushed Rory into the bleachers and stood in front of the pool, starting to shed them slowly.

Her simple black bikini fit her well, but it wasn't her favorite. The one piece she'd bought for their trip to the Bahamas made her feel more comfortable because the bottoms had less coverage than she anticipated and a tendency to slip, but that hardly mattered now. She suddenly wondered why she'd bothered to wear a bathing suit at all when their plans hardly required clothing but it was a change from the sweats and pajama pants they'd been tugging off each other lately, a glimmer of life before everything turned on its head.

Her leggings were clingier than she would have liked, the firm (maybe even slightly firmer lately thanks to stress making her go a little overboard on her Peloton) muscles of Maris stomach flexing as she tried to roll them down and off.

She kicked her clothes off to the side once she was left in her suit, sitting down on the pool's ledge, back to the water as she kept her eyes on Rory in the stands, wordlessly waiting for her to undress for her.

Rory clicked her teeth through a grin, thoroughly amused by the immediate space that was put between them. She understood it though, and definitely felt the need to get her head on straight before they actually dove right in ... literally and figuratively.

"Fuck," She called out a little too loudly then devolved into laughter as she blinked away the bright light that had momentarily blinded them. She was still all giggles as she plopped down on the bleachers, gripping the side of the one she sat on with her hands. It anchored her, really seeming like the only thing that kept her from launching herself at Maris as soon as she started to undress.

Rory sat patiently (or as patiently as she could muster), watching Maris with a steady gaze. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip as she hummed a little noise, thoroughly enjoying the show her fiancee put on for her. Her heart was racing all the more so, her skin felt hot and her head a little dizzy with it. She exhaled slowly, taking in every inch of skin, every flex of muscle. "You're beautiful." She said like it wasn't something she noticed every second of every day.

Then it was her turn, and with a wink to her lover, she stood up. She'd worn an old soft t-shirt and a flowy skirt, the former of which came off first. She kept her gaze on Maris as long as she could as she peeled off the shirt and tossed it behind her onto the stand. She'd chosen a red bikini, simple and soft and, well, easy to remove. Her skirt came off next after she kicked her sandals off, making sure to wiggle her hips as she got it off and put it behind her. "There." She said, hands on hips and eyes narrowed at her fiancee. It only took her a few strides to get across the space between them before she bent over to cup Maris' face in her hands and kiss her.

Maris hadn't forgotten the plan but she didn't bother to pick up the tote with their harness inside once her fiancee walked toward her. She wanted to touch Rory even before she started undressing and now that she had, well, self restraint (and focus on anything but her) had gone out the window.

She wasn't really expecting the kiss, which earned Rory a soft gasp of surprise before it was returned.

Their was no denying Maris was eager, hands, mouth and everything else wanting more but she was also determined not to rush. Tonight was spontaneous. So out of the ordinary that she was sure that it would never happen again. She wasn't about to waste a moment.

She slowly parted Rory's lips with her tongue, palm automatically sliding down her collarbone, chest and bare stomach before her fingers slipped under the waistband of her bikini bottoms, starting to stroke her the moment their tongues met. She eventually laid back on the cool, white tiles on the edge of the pool, bringing Rory down with her. Even though her fiancee was above her, there was no denying that Maris was the one in control. At least for the moment.

"We've gotta get you ready for me," she murmured, sucking on her lower lip once she came up for air.

Maris needed to get ready for her too, and putting on the harness now before the water made her hands all slippery certainly made the most sense, but she was enjoying a little bit of foreplay. Even if it was someplace... unusual.

She slowly dragged her thumb upward, pressing on Rory's clit for a moment before starting to rub it. "Are you sure the water's warm?" she asked. "Because if I get in there and it's freezing I'm going to be a little pissed."

Now that they were inside and the hard part was really over, Rory was in no real rush to get on with the aforementioned plan. While eager, this was so fun and thrilling all in itself. She wasn't ready to be quick in and out, but rather to savor the time of their little adventure.

She loved surprising Maris, be it with some grander moment or gesture, or just the surprise of how passionate she so often was with her fiancee. She had no choice to be; it was as natural as breathing. Tonight she felt it unleashed, completely with reckless abandon that their adrenaline rush of location afforded them.

Now it was Rory's turn to let out a little gasp against Maris' lips, followed by a low rumble of a moan that drowned out as her tongue immediately met hers. The excitement of their spontaneous night had traveled through her body, spurring desire through every inch of her. Rory lowered herself over Maris, chasing after the feeling of her fingers against her wet center. "Mm, we do." She agreed with a huff of sound, her hips lilting towards Maris' hand and rocking just slightly into her rhythm.

Rory was finding it hard to focus on words when Maris knew exactly how to make her shake with anticipation. Her clit began to throb against her thumb, a slight whine coming from her as she bowed her head against Maris' collarbone. "Mm, they keep it heated, and the um. Sun. Something..." The skylights above the pool meant for natural heating on sunny days -- not that she could articulate that right now. She laughed a little at herself and began to kiss along Maris' throat, letting her teeth scrape slightly against her skin before sucking at the same spot and moving on - even if they were in a high school, she thought better about giving her a deep purple hickey.

"Mmm, you alright there, darling?" she teased, but as her fiancee's teeth grazed her skin, her playfulness ceased. Her eyes darkened, a slight but noticeable change even in the dim light, her chest automatically arching upward, a silent hint as to where she wanted to feel Rory's mouth next.

She toyed with her clit slowly, more of a tease than a conscious effort to get Rory off, though there was no denying Maris loved the way her fingers were feeling slicker by the second.

All she really wanted was for both of them to feel good for as long as humanly possible.

She eventually slid off Rory's bottoms, her thumb gradually slowing until it came to a complete stop. She slid her hand out from between her thighs. Once she had both free, she gripped her ass roughly, thumbs kneading the soft flesh underneath as she watched Rory's reaction.

Rory's only response was a deep rumble of laughter, nodding her head in lieu of actually stringing together words to make a sentence. Instinct and desire took over, her mouth dragging over Maris' skin, kissing down her collarbone. She grinned against her skin as she felt her arch into her, her own silent victory as she moved her mouth south enough to bite at the fabric of her suit.

A sharp gasp and slow exhale was pressed against Maris' chest, her hips lowering more insistently against her hand as she teased her. She could feel her desire throbbing, growing wetter by the second it seemed. She tugged at Maris' top enough to expose one of her breasts, as she greedily lowered her mouth to drag her tongue slowly over her nipple.

"God you feel good baby," She moaned against her skin, before she softly sucked at her breast, her mouth pulling back with a soft pop of sound. "Fuck," She growled as her jaw hung open for a second, her body shuddering beyond her control as the loss of Maris' hand struck her.

"Mm," She grinned, the moan rumbled between grit teeth as she raised her head to gaze down at Maris, her hips pressing suggestively into Maris'. That feeling of her hands so fervently on her ass spiked her already high heart rate, as her teeth caught her lower lip. "You're wicked." She teased, ducking her head to suck softly at her lower lip, rocking her hips in a slow, undulating motion against Maris.

A soft sigh of pleasure escaped Maris' lips as Rory's mouth found her breast and she wore her own look of disappointment once it was taken away.

"You're just as wicked as me," she countered, but the idea that she and Rory could play and tease because her fiancee would always give as good as she got was a welcome one, something that thrilled more than frustrated her.

It was a good thing to be this in sync, this unafraid to push each other's buttons. A woman like Maris needed that. Passive, compliant women who gave in too easily or expected her to be in control of everything (no matter how much she liked to be) bored her, which is probably why she could never seem to stick with one before Rory.

She kept her on her toes, which gave her all the more reason to keep the other woman on hers.

She tightened her grip before roughly pulling Rory upwards. "But I guess I could make it up to you."

Sliding down ever so slightly, she positioned herself between Rory's thighs, fingers gripping them tightly as she started to lap at her pussy.

"Oh I know that." Rory mumbled with a grin against Maris' skin, a momentarily cocky-fueled surge of excitement earning a low laugh. She loved watching the way that Maris was affected by her, loved how her breath would hitch or her chest would rise to press into her own. She loved the way she looked at her, and all of this was before how much she loved being touched by her.

And truly, the two of them were so well matched. They liked to take their control, but also seemed to know the exact right moment to relinquish some of it to the other. True to form, Rory knew who would be taking full control first tonight, but that didn't mean she was ready to just lie back and let it happen. She loved the thrill of how they challenged each other. Like so much of the rest of their relationship, it fit. They fit.

"Oh, christ." She laughed, lurching forward with a throaty kind of laugh and letting her hand press into the floor next to Maris. Her eyes fluttered closed a second later, a low moan rumbling from deep in her chest as the full pleasure of Maris' mouth on her pussy hit her. The sound that came next was a near whine of a sound, that keening kind of pleasure that couldn't be contained. She'd been turned on since they left the house, hell, probably well before it, and Maris' mouth made her feel a surge of heat center between her legs, a throbbing beat as she slowly rocked her hips into everything Maris was doing. "Fuck you make me so wet," She hummed, reaching down and dragging her fingers through Maris' hair.

"Mmm," a low rumble of a purr vibrated against warm, wet skin as the taste of Rory greeted Maris' tongue.

The room had the sort of acoustics that could pick up the slightest sound, something that would have been eerie if it wasn't currently echoing exactly the sort that turned Maris own the most. She could hear the faint sound of her tongue working between Rory's legs and the whimpers she'd earned.

She was in no hurry, but as they swirled around her, a heady little symphony, she was eager for more. Her mouth wandered, pressing slightly noisy, insistent kisses, then bites against Rory's thighs, her tongue almost always finding its way back to her center moments later because she was addicted to the taste of her. She used her grip on Rory to help her rock her hips, her breath hitching as the other woman's hands found their way in her hair.

But she didn't want Rory to come like this, something she had to remind herself of as her tongue started to press against her clit.

She sat up suddenly, loosening her grip on her lover to pull her bathing suit over her head instead, wordlessly guiding Rory's hands to her breasts.

"I do, but no coming until we get in the water," she instructed, starting to tug at Rory's top. "That goes for me too."

She wanted them to tease and drive each other crazy. There was something so satisfying about being brought to the very edge only to come crashing back down. Well, in the end anyway. It would be worth it when it was all over. There was definitely something to be said for delayed gratification.

Maris knew exactly what would make Rory's entire body go hot, and it seemed that could be done more and more with the simplest of things. Yet it even surprised Rory that as Maris' moan rumbled against her pussy, her whole body lurched at the intensity of how deeply she felt it. Her hand covered her mouth not to stifle her sound, but for her teeth to bite at her knuckles like that would stop her from feeling so much pleasure all at once.

She felt like the only two people in the world that even existed or mattered were the pair of them. Granted, they really had been the only people either of them had seen in weeks, but this felt different. There was danger in what they were doing, with real consequences if caught. That only added to the excitement, to the thrill of being out in the world and feeling alone together in it.

Rory felt like she was an entire mess of pure want, her body gave her away, trembling and wet, her cheeks flushed as pure sensory overload took over. The feeling and the sound of her, the way she could look down and see her fiancee savoring the taste of her. She rocked more insistently towards her mouth, momentarily lost and forgetting that they had big plans.

"Oh god," She shook as Maris pulled her mouth away, a frustrated groan rumbling from deep in her throat. Rory panted shamelessly as she helped Maris get her suit off, laughing at her own needy frustration. They really hadn't done this, any kind of denial at all. It was as hot as it was frustrating. "I was gonna say, gotta be fair." She grinned, helping Maris take her red top off and tossing it aside as her knees came up on either side of Maris, hugging her body in close. She gripped the sides of her face with her hands and kissed her hard, her tongue seeking Maris' in a breathless kiss. "Touch me, please." She whispered against her mouth, her words insistent and hoarse with how needy she felt. Even as she spoke, her hand reached down between them, ignoring her own throbbing need so she could brush her fingers over Maris' pussy, dragging two fingers to almost gently rub her lover's clit.

Maris let out a sigh of almost relief as her bathing suit was tugged away. The tiles had been cool enough to be felt through her leggings when they arrived. She started to brace herself for a chill when her bare skin hit them, warm enough to even crave a little relief, but it was no use, her body was burning up before Rory so much as touched her.

Pleasing her lover had pleased her. She was instantly, audibly wet against Rory's finger, her lips still sticky with Rory's arousal as she eagerly brought their mouths together, her hands sliding up to grip her breasts firmly before her thumbs slid downward to gently toy with the other woman's nipples the way she was toying with her clit

She bit back a smirk as well as a moan as she watched Rory above her. The twinkle in her eye saying everything.

She hadn't told her where to touch.

Rory wasn't used to begging in any form of the word, but something about tonight and the intense feeling they were creating between the two of them drew it out of her. Beyond what she wanted for herself, touching Maris always gave her that dizzy feeling of lust that fueled every feeling she had.

The sound of Maris' sex as her fingers teased her clit sent a shiver up her spine, a satisfied grin spreading across her face as she kissed her. She groaned against her lips, her nipples hard against Maris' fingers as she teased them. She felt like every inch of her body was so attuned to every part of Maris, reacting as if she had no choice in the matter - just pure instinct.

"Mean." She laughed out loud, huffing the sound through a shuddering breath. Her fingers moved in slow circles against Maris' clit, but she kept her gaze locked on her lover's face as she slowly slid one of her fingers inside of her. She drew it out just as slowly and made sure her thumb brushed against her clit again. If Maris wasn't going to touch her the way she was aching for, she was for damn sure going to make this just as torturous.

"Oh, am I supposed to believe you're not loving this?" Maris shot back, eyes fluttering shut for a moment to savor the shiver of pleasure that buzzed through her as Rory started to tease her in kind.

It was maddening and not just because Maris was being denied the pleasure she was beginning to crave, something she was hardly used to as far as her lover was concerned. It was hard to hold back from her, especially when she knew the signs Rory needed more.

But there was something so hedonistic, almost spiritual about what they were doing. Apart from the occasional teasing, Maris was struck by how inconsequential words had become. All she needed to do was look at Rory, listen to her moans and soft sighs to know she was on the right track and where to go next. She had memorized her body so well that she could figure this out, all the spots that would help her drive her crazy with her eyes closed.

But they were wide open, lust darkened and locked on hers as she caught one of her nipples between two fingers and gave it a firm twist, her mouth sliding up to suck and soothe it moments later, her hips still keeping up the pace Rory had set for her.

"No," Rory laughed, breathless as she shook her head back and forth. Maris had her there ... and had her, period. She was utterly entranced with her love, the kind of feeling that completely took over when they were like this.

Rory was practically shaking with need at this point. Her focus on teasing Maris and keeping her on this same level of need she was on. Honestly it was fairly miraculous they had managed to last this long, but it sparked a kind of challenge in the back of her mind that made her want to push their boundaries all the more.

For several seconds, she was lost to the rhythm of their breathing, the way their bodies moved together, how everywhere Maris touched her felt hotter somehow, and how utterly enamored she was with how wet her fingers became as she slowly coaxed them in and out of her fiancée. The slow way they went felt maddening and unbelievably erotic.

Rory didn't say a word until Maris' fingers sent a sharp pain that mingled deliciously with the pleasure already coursing through her. "Ah fuck," She seethed through grit teeth, a low laugh rumbling from deep in her chest that drowned into a moan as soon as she felt Maris' mouth on the same spot. Her free hand came up to drag through Maris' hair, her short nails scraping along the back of her neck while the fingers of her other hand boldly began to rub quickly against Maris' clit for a few prolonged seconds, enough to see what kind of reaction she'd garner.

Maris' hips jerked upwards, a sharp cry escaping her lips before she even realized what was happening when Rory picked up the pace. She nearly lost focus, a needy little oh god, yeah coming from deep in her throat before she remembered she wasn't supposed to give in just yet.

As much as it pained her, she slid her hand between her legs to rest on Rory's a silent signal for her to stop.

"Go get in the water, sweetheart." Her voice was thickened with desire, but there was an almost tenderness in the way Maris brought their foreheads with a playful little bump.

Once Rory was up, she was too. Fiddling with her harness had never been more of a struggle. Over eagerness was making Maris sloppy, her frustration hardly helping matters (and leading to some muttered curses under her breath), but she managed after a minute or two, starting to pad down the steps.

"Okay, how cold is it?" she teased.

Rory's mouth parted in a gasp just at how Maris reacted, her eyes dark, watching her as she fought against everything she had not to just quicken the rapid motion of her fingers, or go for exactly what she knew would make her fiancee come. But Rory reveled in the control she managed to maintain, even as those breathy words came from Maris and made her want to just give in.

Lucky for her, Maris had the mindset to silently stop her - right before she was at the brink of fuck it. She exhaled sharply but slowly, a shuddering kind of sound with it as she pulled her fingers away. "Yes ma'am." She shot her a cheeky grin, wrinkling her nose as their faces were pressed together, pausing to brush her lips over Maris' forehead before she shakily got off of her.

Still a little shaky, Rory managed to get over to the pool and step into it, shivering a little bit as she turned back to Maris. "Considering my skin feels like fire, it might as well be the arctic." She laughed, but eased her way in and took the cool water (which honestly wasn't that cold at all) as a bit of a reprieve. Though watching her fiancee, she felt no less cooled off. She pressed her thighs together as she used her hands to float evenly in the water, barely able to ignore the throbbing beat between them. Rory was awash with anticipation, her teeth catching her lower lip as she skimmed her hands over the water, beckoning Maris in.

"Oh, it's not bad at all," she said with a faint smile as she slipped into the pool. Maris hadn't been swimming since their trip to the Bahamas the summer before. On any other day, she would have taken her time, savoring the feeling of being in the water again, but Rory was her only focus.

"C'mere," she said, not sure why her voice was so soft when they were the only two people around. The kiss she gave Rory was hungry, her hands immediately sliding down to grip skin that was somehow even more tempting now that it was slick and warm.

She used Rory's thighs to lift her a bit, her body keeping her slightly pinned to the wall as she slowly guided the toy inside her, her forehead lightly pressed against hers. For once, Maris hadn't asked her lover if she was ready for her before getting started.

She already knew.

"Not even remotely, I'm just being dramatic." Rory grinned back, her heartbeat still beating strong in her chest as she watched her fiancee slip into the pool. They really did need to get into swimming more often. But that wasn't presently at the forefront of her mind.

Rory didn't have to be told twice, or even once entirely as she was already on her way to glide between the short space between them. Rory's kiss returned just as hungry, her legs immediately parting to weightlessly float around Maris' hips. She shivered, the cool feel of the pool against a new rush of heat sending a shock through her.

Her lips were still passionately kissing Maris' as she felt herself pinned, a moan erupting from her as Maris moved the toy inside of her. "Oh yes, babe," She rasped, her arm coming around Maris' shoulders for leverage as her head fell back. Her whole body was full of utter ache for what Maris was giving her, she was ready, sensitive, more turned on than she thought possible for a being to be. Her cheek pressed against Maris' as she panted, trying to move her hips but finding it kind maddeningly futile in the kind of slow rhythm the water allowed them. Her fingers threaded through Maris' hair, keeping hold of a fistful as she clung to Maris. "Fuck me, Maris." She husked against her ear, her teeth nipping at her earlobe after another moan.

It took Maris a minute to find her bearings. She couldn't remember the last time she'd fooled around in water. Using a toy in one was new and there were new surroundings to account for. She let out a little noise of frustration when she realized she couldn't push into Rory as steadily or deeply as she would have liked, her fingers digging into Rory's thigh a little bit harder.

"Wait, wait. Let me..." she gasped, brow furrowed as she tried to adjust, her eyes never leaving Rory's to gauge her reaction as she started to rock her hips once more, hooking one of Rory's legs around her waist.

"Better?" she asked, eyebrow raised because for all her eagerness to finally have Rory and give her what she wanted, she just didn't have it in her to not do something right. She let their noses, then lips brush, a stark contrast to the way the lower half of their bodies were beginning to collide together, letting out a soft hiss at her lover tugged at her hair.

It felt oddly new in some way, figuring out a new rhythm, a new set of circumstances they hadn't really done before. When ever had they the opportunity before anyway? Rory's own frustration mirrored Maris in those first few moments, compounded by the amount of time they had spent teasing each other and edging each other off of being nearly at orgasm for the past several minutes. She dramatically felt she might burn up from the inside out if they didn't get the rhythm right.

But thank god for perseverance and, well, them for the way they understood each other and worked together. Rory's own sharp gasp sounded as Maris adjusted perfectly, her legs gripping her tighter, thighs taut as she maneuvered just so to grip her hips.

"Fuck, yes." She groaned, letting her head fall forward enough to let her forehead lean into Maris'. She kissed her softly, more breathing together as they did before, but somehow more so. Words failed her as she became nothing but a series of ragged breathing and soft moans, the occasional gasp sounding as Maris pushed into her just so. Her pleasure built by the second, her fingers in Maris' hair tightening as she pressed her mouth hungrily to Maris', feeling like she couldn't speak, but had to show if it wasn't obvious how desperately she wanted Maris, and how fucking incredible she felt.

"Oh good girl," she purred in her ear. "See? We've got this."

After a while, Maris' thrusts were beginning to take a toll on her too. She'd found an angle where the harness was able to rub against her just so, her desire for more causing her to go that much harder, though kept reminding herself to slow and reign herself in just a little when splashing became just a little too much to handle on top of everything else.

She couldn't speak, she wasn't sure she even needed to. This was primal. Rory was unbearably close and not just physically. Maris knew, deep down in her bones just what her lover needed, doing things without so much as a second thought. There were no inhibitions. Now that they'd found their bearings there didn't even need to be much in the way of (at least sophisticated) communication. All they needed were sounds, touches to know they were on the right track.

Using her body to keep Rory pinned against the wall, one of Maris' hands slid downward to start rubbing Rory's clit as she kept pushing inside her, letting out a little cry of approval at the heat that greeted her fingertips. Her eyes widened in almost reverence and she had a feeling Rory knew exactly what she was thinking.

This was different. Their little experiment had done its job. She had never felt Rory (or anyone else for that matter) so warm before.

"Your good girl." She amended with a grin that split her features but only for the briefest of moments before another moan took over.

Rory fully and entirely succumbed to the feeling that Maris was creating for them, her lover doing so much more of the work as she remained pinned between her fiancee and the wall of the pool. The splashing could have been a dull sound in the background, the water mere fodder she could barely pay attention to. All of her focus was on Maris, the way their bodies moved together, how every thrust sent stars into her eyes and another ragged pant coming from deep in her chest.

"Oh god, yes," Rory moaned as Maris pinned her harder, that same primal kind of desire taking hold of her as she gripped onto her lover tighter, moving her hips just enough to thrust back as much as she could. Her short nails dug into the back of Maris' neck, her very core beginning to tremble from the heat of their sex. Maris' fingers on her clit caused her to lurch almost unexpectedly, a laugh drowning into a moan as she leaned in and stole a sloppy kiss. "You drive me fucking wild." She spoke through grit teeth, her eyes looking directly into Maris'.

She could feel her orgasm building by the second, every thrust and wordless moan sending spirals of ecstasy through her. "Make me come baby, please." Her voice was hoarse, and while she was not normally one for begging, she needed Maris to know just how desperate she was.

Rory's begging was an undeniable turn on, a rare occurrence she almost always savored but with emotions (and her own frustration) running high, it kind of broke her heart a little.

Maris wanted nothing more than to please her. Her girl (good, naughty and everything in between) didn't need to beg. But it certainly helped her get what she wanted quicker.

Her fingers quickened, her fingers frenzied pace taking a turn toward rough right around the time her thrusts did. Maris knew she was sending Rory back into the wall a little too hard, but she couldn't seem to reign herself in, her hands gripping her as tightly as they ever had because there was no way she was letting her fall.

Falling meant stopping and that just wasn't an option anymore.

She didn't mean to do it. She didn't even expect to. Her own (admittedly persistent) arousal had been pushed to the back of her mind in her quest to make Rory come.

But somewhere in the midst of it all, Maris felt herself coming all over the harness, her face falling into the curve of Rory's neck and her thrusts increasingly erratic as she gave her the last bit of energy she had left.

She let out a sound that was as surprised as it was blissful, her eyes almost comically wide before euphoria overtook her and they fluttered shut. They both knew friction could be tricky for Maris, hardly her favorite (or most effective) way of getting off. Coming like this when she was supposed to be giving pleasure had never happened for before, but she wasn't about to celebrate until Rory toppled over the edge right along with her.

Everything about tonight felt like a dream they had concocted that they had managed to step right into. Rory hadn't thought twice about going for it as soon as Maris had mentioned it, and she was going to go one further to suggest this was the first of many adventures they'd go on. But those promises would be saved for later, as words continued to fail her in real time.

Rory cried out in a sharp whimper as Maris worked her fingers in time with the toy she thrust inside of her, pleasure taking over and making her want more, more. The way Maris held her felt like she could entirely give in, let her love take care of her with the promise she'd made to do the same.

As her gaze locked on the other woman, she could see the telltale signs of Maris' pleasure, which only seemed to enhance her own. Her grip tightened on Maris, taking every ounce of pleasure the woman gave her, and yet suddenly split focus on what was clearly going on with Maris. Another cry of hers echoed on the walls of the room, louder than she had been before but, well, Maris was drawing something out of her that even for them, felt rare.

"Oh my god babe," She gasped, her breathing harsh as she slid her fingers to the back of Maris' neck, holding her against her as she bucked into every one of her thrusts. The erratic rhythm sent her over the edge, or maybe it was every one of those other things that made this moment whole. She cried out loudly, Maris' name on her lips as her own euphoria chased after her fiancee's. She held her as her hands trembled, her thighs shaking as she barely felt it possible to come down from it.

"Don't..." She husked, pausing because her breath barely had time to fill her lungs. "Don't think that lets you off the hook from my turn."

"Fuck," she moaned, her usual witty retorts gone as as her tongue traced the curve of Rory's neck. She was stunned nearly speechless, unsure how to wrap her head around what had just happened to either of them. They'd both come unusually hard (and harder still once they realized they were coming together).

Rory felt close and not just because nearly every part of their bodies was touching or because Maris still had the toy buried deep inside her. The moment didn't even feel real, really. Maris didn't feel real. Solid. She was buzzing with so much bliss she felt boneless, like some sort of incorporeal creature that thrived on pure lust.

"Nobody has ever made me feel this good, you know that right?"

Her voice was so low it was barely audible, further proof there wasn't a single part of her that hadn't been pushed to the breaking point. The confession seemed slightly out of left field and was hardly the sort she was used to making, even to the woman who was going to be her wife.

Maris was cocky, proud. She knew she knew what she was doing in the bedroom. She literally got off on her lovers' praise, but there was something about giving it that made her slightly uneasy.

She wanted to be the person who lover's couldn't forget and ultimately compared everyone else to. She wanted to be the one who was wanted most. She wanted to be aloof, untouchable even as she was being touched. She encouraged Rory, of course. It had always been different with her. She'd never really been able to be cold, so she knew her fiancee knew she was satisfied and just what sort of effect she had on her.

But she'd never said she was kind of it, the best she'd ever had so bluntly before. When you gave someone that kind of praise, it was giving them a strange kind of power.

The power to ruin you, really. Because what were you supposed to do if they left and the best you ever had was gone?

She'd lived through that, of course. Even without telling Rory just how much she meant. But she was somehow sure. She knew that would never happen now. That Rory would always be in her bed (or on the sofa or in some random pool) pleasing her the way no one else ever could.

As scary as it was, her confession was accompanied by a strange sort of buzz. Telling Rory felt like telling her something forbidden, because it sort of had been.

"No one has ever made me come so fucking hard. Even when I'm just touching myself thinking about you," she hissed in her ear, shifting her hips ever so slightly. It was a barely detectable movement, but one she knew would send sparks through her lover all the same.

Before they'd even gotten into the water, Rory had marveled for the briefest of moments that this had to be one of their most intense nights together. The circumstances and location notwithstanding, they were pushing each other into this space that was so thick with desire for each other, it was any wonder either of them could focus on anything else. Rory panted with a wide grin spreading across her face, her lips brushing against Maris' forehead and planting a kiss there. Her body was still shaking and not at all from the cool water, her tremors coming in waves as she clung to her lover.

She couldn't remember a time that had been this intense, and she knew she wouldn't get an argument from Maris in saying it was always great between them. The closest might have been in the backseat of the car when Rory was supposed to be with someone else - but even then they'd been hurried, frenzied in their passion. Here, the frenzy and passion felt tenfold but it didn't seem rushed, it was just in their own time - their own pace that they set with one another.

"Babe," She breathed softly. smiling as she leaned in and kissed her softly, her lips parting from Maris' quicker than she would have liked but, well, her lungs hadn't recovered yet.

It was no secret, not even a little bit that Rory had one woman in her life who had given her everything she ever wanted - and even more than that. Their first night together had been them just beginning to discover what they had, but every subsequent night after that, and now all over again felt like she had been opened up into a world she didn't know existed. In the dark years, she'd tried not to compare, but how could she not? Nobody made her feel the way Maris did.

And now this confirmation from Maris made her whole body feel like she was floating - well, besides the obvious feeling of the water. It was this confirmation she'd always maybe assumed or hoped for, but hearing it hit differently.

Rory's hold on Maris never faltered as her breathing calmed some, but instead she held her closer, shivering a little as she toy inside of her shifted with her. A soft moan sounded against Maris' ear, the confessions coming out of her lover filled her with a boldness she didn't know she needed.

"Nobody could have ever come close to you. You've had me so wrapped up from that first night." She agreed, but it wasn't just a "you too" kind of sentiment. She meant it, and her tone was severe with that meaning. "You know me." And that she meant deeper than the obvious. Maris knew her, body and soul. She knew her mind, her quirks, her annoyances. She knew how to make her laugh and she knew how to hold her when she cried. All of those things went hand in hand with Maris knowing every intimate part of her. She knew her in a way that would have scared Rory if it were anyone else. But with this came a trust bigger than she'd ever known with anyone.

Rory loosened her grip on Maris just enough to take her head in her hands, her thumbs brushing along her cheeks before she leaned in and kissed her deeply, unhurried, even if she knew she was being a little slow in Maris' former demand for immediacy after. She needed to take a moment to love her girl properly.

Maris had forgotten the world outside. On some level, she'd even forgotten where they were and the fact that they technically didn't belong here, even the idea they were doing something risky had added an extra little thrill moments before.

She'd forgotten the grim state of the world, the boredom or panic that would hit her at the worst possible times, even when Rory was right there beside her.

The pool had become something of a sanctuary for them that night. A space and moment in time they'd carved out as theirs, suddenly as comfortable as the bed Rory and Maris had sort of unceremoniously, constantly begun to share.

She loosened her grip on her lover once her aftershocks began to subside, realizing she didn't need to hold Rory quite so tightly anymore.

But she still wanted her close. The hiss of pleasure Rory coaxed out of her had as much to do with the feeling of her skin on hers as it did her kiss.

"I love you," she breathed before their mouths met again. She rocked against once more, but this time it was accidental, the result of her need to press her body against hers, though Maris couldn't say she wasn't pleased by her lover's reaction as the movement inadvertently shifted the toy inside her again.

Maris had sort of forgotten her request, too. For the moment, she was nothing if not satisfied, at least on the orgasm front. Suddenly insatiable for closeness, intimacy and touch rather than a release she kissed Rory over and over again, something about it feeling more heart poundingly, almost sickeningly vulnerable than the way they'd had their way with each other moments before.

Her tongue stroked Rory's as her hand found the other woman's breast, a soft groan escaping her lips as she started massaging it with her palm.

Maybe it was the wrong time to be thinking of such soft things, but Rory's mind settled on this feeling that Maris was the person she trusted most in the world. That was a good thing, naturally, since they were going to be married, but if she were to name a constant in her life, it was her fiancee. Hell, she figured now that their connection was clearly so strong even in the years they were apart, she knew that if she'd received a call from Maris, if she needed anything, she would have gone. Instead they had simply found each other again, and god were they lucky for it.

Rory's fingers gently stroked through the short hair at the back of Maris' neck, almost soothingly as they held one another. Everything this day, this place had given them felt like a kind of magic. She loved it, and moreover she loved this woman. A fact that was on her lips as Maris said them first. She grinned wide, the grin subsiding only some as their mouths pressed together.

She kissed her deeply, hugging her body even closer to her fiancee's if that was even possible. "I love you." She said a few moments later, her words more breathless as their lips pulled apart with a soft noise from their kiss. "Oh fuck," She gasped, her words running together to barely make the words separate at all as Maris moved her hips. A shock of pleasure raced up her spine, but it was almost too much.

"You're gonna kill me." She laughed softly, leaning in and kissing her softly again, an addict to her love's lips and everything else. It was one of those moments she felt madly in love with her fiancee, like some sort of added flair to how unabashedly she loved her every other moment of every day.

But she made no attempt to move just yet, instead reveling in their kiss, and moaning as Maris' hand found her breast. Her own mirrored the other woman's action, cupping Maris' breasts, moaning again as she squeezed it. Her other hand slid down beneath the water, gripping Maris' ass in a hard squeeze, before she moved to start working at the clasp of the strap.

Maris gave Rory's lower lip a little nip, a soft sigh of encouragement escaping hers as the other woman's hand found her breast and the other slid downward.

She had reasons for wanting very little delay between Rory's turn with the strap and hers and they were the result of a want that had nothing to do with impatience. But time was still of the essence so Maris did her best to help Rory rid her of the harness quickly, no easy task with slippery hands and neither party wanted to put more distance than necessary between them.

Once it was off, Maris pressed her lips to Rory's ear and explained the reason behind her request.

"I want it to still be warm and wet from you when you're inside me," she purred, sucking on her earlobe once she'd caught it between her teeth.

As if she needed any encouragement, the feel of Maris' teeth nipping at her lips sent some kind of rush straight through her. The problem was, Rory wasn't entirely willing to release her grip on her fiancee, or put much space between them at all.

Somehow, as always, the managed to persevere, a soft whimper of sound coming from her as the toy shifted inside of her, her walls instinctively squeezing against it as Maris shifted out of it.

A soft curse, barely audible at all huffed from her at Maris' demand. Both hands reached down and roughly gripped Maris' ass, squeezing and pulling her against her to use the weightlessness of the water to move them. "I want you on the stairs." She huffed, her voice deep and laced with a kind of primal desire only this woman ever, ever drew out of her.

They weren't far from them at all, so Rory gently lifted Maris to sit on the step that was still mostly-submerged in the water. She stood on the lowest one, enough that the water just came up to her thighs. Rory knew Maris was watching her, and she reveled in that as her body gave a shiver as she pulled the toy out of her and made quick work of slipping it around her hips. Her pulse beat hard, her gaze catching Maris' as she cinched the straps around her hips.

"C'mere." She nearly growled the word, reaching forward and gripping the back of Maris' neck to pull her in for a kiss, her body lowering on top of hers so the toy slid between Maris' legs. She didn't want to tease her (now, anyway), but she still wanted to be sure she was ready.

Maris let out a soft laugh, eyebrow raised as Rory started literally pushing her around. But her amusement quickly turned to arousal when her lover picked her up and put her exactly where she wanted her, her heart pounding with a sudden desire to keep being dominated.

Even though they both knew she didn't give up an inch of control easily.

But the sound she made as the toy teased her was uncharacteristically soft, her tongue parting Rory's lips as her legs did the same and she pressed her palms on the steps behind her.

"Fuck me," she coaxed. "As hard as you want."

The pool really was an inspired idea, giving them the ability to literally float around. It felt powerful in some way, and she thought of making some lame ass joke about sea nymphs or Poseidon but she was too distracted and charged up to make her mind wrap around something witty.

Rory would never understand how anyone could have a partner who was a doormat in any shape of the word. The way she and Maris thrived on their mutual and independent power, and how they related that in every part of their lives was one of her favorite things about them as a couple. Especially in their sex life. Rory could give herself entirely to Maris and know that she would take care of her, but then she could promise the same.

Watching her fiancee filled with wanton desire was one of the best things she had ever seen. Coupled with that sound she made, goddamn Rory was weak in the knees for all of two seconds before she got back to herself.

"Babe," She simply said, unable to think of some kind of smart retort as she gripped the rail near them with one hand and the other slipped between them to grip the hilt of the toy. Her gaze never faltered as she lowered herself to ease it inside of Maris, something she intended on being slow but the slick heat of both her lover and that of her own still on the toy made her slide in easier than she anticipated. She paused for a second as she pushed it all the way inside of her, her teeth grit together as her clit pressed into the toy and she discovered just how well the friction had made Maris come.

"You're so fucking good," She purred her words, sliding her hand to grip beneath Maris' thigh as she started to work her hips into a rhythm. She barely gave them time to really build up, the primal desire she had for her love thrumming in her veins as she began to fuck her in earnest, the splashing around them just adding to the sound the toy made every time it thrust home inside of her.

Maris cried out as the toy filled her up, surprised by just how much she wanted to be when she still hadn't quite down from the orgasm she'd had moments before. But that was the thing about Rory. She always made her want more.

A full body shiver coursed through her as she realized the toy was as warm and wet as she hoped it'd be, teeth sinking into her lower lip as her hips rose up to meet it.

"Ah, that feels so good," she hissed, not sure if she was talking about the residual heat that was making her feel like she was burning up from the inside out, or her lover's thrusts. At the moment, she was addicted to both.

Her usual grace was all but gone. There was something animalistic, borderline desperate about the way she gripped Rory's hips, doing her best to help the other woman drive the toy that much deeper inside her. Hers worked so hard to keep up that before long, they physically ached with the effort, but if the sobs of pleasure echoing off the walls were any indication, Maris didn't mind.

Her breath hitched, her nails pressing against Rory's lower back as her thighs began to shake. It was her turn to beg.

"D-darling," she stammered, a combination of being out of breath and her brain just not working on the higher levels anymore. "God, please. Please just..." She groaned, eyes fluttering, a sure sign that all she needed was a little bit more.

Rory's lips flashed into a wide grin breathless as it was as she watched Maris' reaction to the toy. It filled her with a spark to want to give her more. Rory was always aware of Maris, of her reactions to things, how she should adjust accordingly. It was part, she was sure, of what made them so spectacular in every aspect of their relationship but especially this one.

Rory took every cue from Maris, verbal and otherwise. Her grip on her fiancee's thigh tightened as her hips moved harder, faster than before as she thrust into her again and again, moaning as she discovered more of what Maris had experienced as the toy pressed against her clit every time she drove it inside of her lover.

"That's my girl," Her words were practically growled, sweat on her brow as she leaned over her, moving her hand from the rail to brace on the step next to Maris. She hovered above her, pausing from her rapid thrusts to give them both a second to breathe, but to use a slower pace to drive deliberately hard inside of her. "Fuck," She breathed, grinning as she pressed her lips to Maris' forehead, almost to soothe.

She slowed some, but panting as she deliberately began to thrust no less hard than she had been. "Do you want to come, baby?" Her voice, though low and laced with just how much her desire was affecting her, ticked up an octave to tease. She grinned, sliding her hand in between them as she began to make quick work of running her fingertips over Maris' clit, only then letting her hips thrust faster to match.

Maris was never shy in the bedroom (or pool as the case may be) but their current encounter had her uncharacteristically vocal, not that her sharp cries and gasps of encouragement made much sense.

But they had a beauty all their own, becoming breathier, desperate as Rory started rubbing her clit, her teeth sinking down into her lower lip in an effort to hold off, make it all last even though Rory was right, she did want to come.

She needed to. Just like she needed to grip the edge of the stair to keep herself upright when she finally did.

She came hard enough to see stars, her muscles clamping around the toy with a whimper of pleasure that quickly turned into a low groan as she kept rocking her hips.

Rory's heart was pounding by the time her hips slowed some, her own clit throbbing against the toy that had only served to make her more sensitive than she already was. Her focus was entirely on the other woman, as she brought a hand up to swipe over her forehead - the cool pool water did wonders for her burning skin. "Jesus fucking christ, woman." She laughed through her curses dripping from her lips, leaning over further to seize Maris' lips in a deep, breathless kiss.

Rory could hardly believe that they had done this, and yet it made her crave all the more adventures like this one. She bit her lower lip, focusing her breathing to steady some as she looked down at Maris. "You are so beautiful." She purred her words, gently pulling her fingers away from her lover's clit so she could grip her ass, keeping her in close as she still gently rocked the toy inside of her with very little regard to giving her a real reprieve.

"I love you." She said softly, her gaze ever steady as she watched her fiancee rocking into her, watched the way her body reacted and her muscles skittered beneath her skin with pleasure. Rory would memorize every single moment, and then need to earn them all over again. For her part, she couldn't force herself to move away from this woman even if she wanted to.

Before long, Maris was spent every cell in her filled with a blissful sort of ache. Her fine motor skills still weren't all there, even if her body sort of kept moving despite herself, determined to ride the toy (and her orgasm) for all it was worth.

Every part of her was trembling, even her fingertips as she reached out, shoving her hand under the harness to try and give Rory's clit the attention it needed so she could come too, but the look in her eyes said she didn't want the other woman to stop fucking her until she did.

"Come on, Rory," she coaxed hoarsely. "While you're still inside me, come on. I know you're almost there."

Rory was so focused on watching Maris, making sure every ounce of pleasure was gleaned from the woman she loved and adored, that she had so easily put her own pleasure on the back burner. She was grinning, a teasing joke on the tip of her tongue before Maris' hands were on her, taking away any and all ability to have a retort at all.

"Fuck," She gasped, her hips jutting towards Maris' hand, and in turn the toy thrust inside her lover. She whimpered pathetically but couldn't care, the louder moan that followed it echoing off the walls. Her hips rocked in quick succession, finding a rhythm that almost desperately rode Maris' hand as much as it did keep a steady rhythm fucking Maris. "Oh god, baby," She felt her eyes water as pleasure built within her, reaching a breaking point as her body jerked and trembled as her orgasm took over. She cried out, nearly collapsing from the force that just had her lowering herself on top of Maris, inelegantly and with a bit of a splash.

"My god, no drowning." She laughed out loud, dropping breathless kisses against Maris' neck and chest.

"Mmm, no promises," Maris purred, letting out a throaty chuckle as she let her back hit, then rest against the edge of the pool. She idly toyed with Rory's hair as her lips traveled along her chest, the occasional soft sigh of approval spilling from her lips as her breathing began to slow.

"God, you're amazing," she said, tipping the other woman's chin up with her finger, forcing her to look at her and putting a stop to the kisses for the time being. "Come on, get your clothes on. I'm finding us a church. We're getting married right now because you deserve to be immediately wifed after that performance," she teased.

But she wasn't entirely sure she was joking. Maris' playful grin turned into a softer expression as she brushed, then cupped Rory's cheek. She opened her mouth to speak, then found herself blushing (though thankfully it wasn't that noticeable when she was already flushed) at just how emotional she felt at the moment. "I..." She ducked her head, knowing she didn't need to finish the sentence for her to understand.

And that Rory loved her too.

Rory's own hum of of a laugh sounded against Maris' chest, punctuating the sound with another few kisses. She loved the feeling of her love's fingers in her hair, as she held herself close.

"Mm, don't tempt me, I'll do it drive thru style if I get to wife you up." She blushed at the compliments, but kissed her lips quickly. "You are incredible." She said simply, kissing her yet again. She could never seem to even remotely calm down her affection after they were in the throes of their passion. Not that she ever really tried to.

It felt like a rare moment, all their circumstances aside, as she gazed into Maris' eyes and took in the look on her face. Her arms hugged her a little tighter, bringing her body flush against hers. She bowed her head so her forehead could rest gently against hers. "I know baby." She said quietly before her lips brushed against the bridge of her nose, and then her forehead. Sometimes they really were able to exactly show, rather than tell.

Exploring (okay, christening) Rory's office would have to happen another time. Maris had no idea how she'd summoned the willpower (or energy) to eventually get dressed and head out to the car, but she somehow managed.

She was fully prepared for the two of them to head on home and go straight to bed (some more cuddling before drifting off to a very contented sleep seemed like heaven) but when she actually heard her stomach make a noise as she rounded the first turn on the way back, a pit stop to grab some food seemed to be in order because they'd definitely worked up an appetite.

Options were limited lately. Even in the daytime it was hard to find anything decent open and even old favorites hardly seemed worth the extra effort.

But thank god for 24 hour convenience stores. There was only a single car (presumably the cashier's) in the lot when she pulled up. Maris sighed as she pulled her (black and white because not even a pandemic could mess with her aesthetic) mask out of the glove compartment of her car, knowing it was a necessary evil.

"Okay, so I'm thinking we get a junk feast, maybe a bottle of something good and park somewhere with a view."

After the night they'd had, it just didn't seem right for it to end just yet. She slipped her mask on, fiddled with it a bit and turned to Rory. "Wanna come with? I mean, I know what you like, but it does seem pretty empty in there."

Rory probably could have spent plenty more time just swimming in the cool waters of the pool, but they were tempting fate as it was and, if they wanted the opportunity to come back for more a different time, she followed Maris' lead when it was time to go. Rory had still felt slightly wobbled by the time she got out of the pool, and definitely having far more to do with what they'd done in the pool than the pool itself.

God, she missed the late night drive thru windows and convenience of a living and working city. Nothing felt quite as eerie than driving in the empty streets of home, but at the same time, it felt oddly quietly intimate, just the two of them. Hell if this was the apocalypse, at least she had the best company.

"Oh, this is perfect. I feel like if we ever spend the night in some cheap hotel, we're gonna have great practice on vending machine meals." She laughed softly as she pulled her own mask on. "So I'm definitely coming."

Rory gave Maris' hand a quick squeeze before sliding out of the car, glad for the fresh air, for feeling the slightest bit, well, normal to be doing something they could have done without masks months before. "We need to get oreos. Double stuffed." She declared as she used the edge of her shirt to pull the door open - safety first, always.

Walking into a store even one with a parking lot that looked empty, was a tense experience lately, but Maris relaxed somewhat when she realized there really weren't many people inside save for a cashier and two teenagers trying to choose bottled sodas in front of their glass door.

A certain edge of uneasiness never really went away, but feeling safe enough to actually look rather than just grab something and leave as quickly as possible, Maris headed off toward the sweets aisle.

She tried to avoid keeping too many snacks in the house, knowing that she was the sort of person who liked to eat when she was bored and would reach for something simply because it was there, but Maris had changed her tune lately. If anything, she was going overboard with bringing home treats because if she'd learned anything over the past few weeks, it was if you saw something you wanted, or usually kept on hand, it was best to grab it the moment you saw it because who knew when you'd come across it again.

She was slightly disappointed to only see a small package of regular Oreos, but grabbed them (with a bit of a sigh as she held them up for Rory to see) anyway. She'd also learned to make do.

She was weighing her chocolate options, a Toblerone already in hand when one of the kids started to approach. Maris felt a spike of panic, not to mention more than a little annoyance at the idea that they weren't keeping their distance, but the boy, with a red bandana firmly tied around his face, stepped just close enough to be heard.

"Ms. Berlanti?" he said hesitantly.

Maris, a bit further away from him and her girlfriend, tried not to laugh. Running into students outside of school was always a slightly awkward experience, but maybe even more strange in the middle of a pandemic. Especially after what they'd just done.

She stood straighter, doing her best to eavesdrop while half her attention was on browsing, but she was called out a moment later, causing her to jump ever so slightly. "Oh hey, it is you. There's that lady in all your videos."

It dawned on Rory as they walked in, just how long it had been since they'd done something like this. It was so mundane on the surface, but this wasn't a run out for necessities or just to stay in the car and see the world. Actually, tonight was the most normal things had felt, despite the adrenaline rush their activities had been. Still, Rory felt that same swell of nerves as they walked in, her hand in Maris' squeezing tighter on reflex.

Rory took a deep breath, which felt weird as her mask just sucked in against her lips in a weird feeling she'd never get used to. "Mm, I guess those'll do." She scrunched her nose, something Maris would only really be able to see in her eyes. Regular oreos would have to do, this time. She gathered a couple of candy bars - then thought better and grabbed a few packs of kit kats and peanut butter cups. "Better if we freeze them."

Her attention was stolen away from the junk food when she heard her name. Despite the masks, she recognized the teenagers who stood apart from them. She felt an immediate fondness, even if there was a spike of anxiety that came considering a) their circumstances and b) what she and her fiancee had just been up to. Not that these kids would have any idea. Thankfully, she was pulled out of that line of thought when Maris was recognized. She had to smile even wider behind her mask. "Zack, good to see you! Keeping out of trouble, I hope." Like she was one to talk.

He nodded, holding up his own provisions of sodas and chips. Rory glanced back at Maris, then back to the kids - unsure if they were dating or friends and not wanting to make the assumption. "You do indeed recognize my fiancee, that's Maris." She said, and it took her a full moment to realize how easily that rolled off her tongue. She'd never hide anything, but it still felt oddly thrilling to say. "Oh, rad. Nice to meet you Maris." He said, the girl next to him waving as well. "We're actually studying for finals." She said, who seemed to be almost giddy now that Rory had so boldly given them a glimpse into her life and future plans. "We had to come get provisions."

Maris was slightly horrified yet almost flattered to be recognized. Was this how celebrities felt when they were stopped just trying to go about their day? Then again, they (well, most, people like the Kardashians hardly counted) did something worth attention. Maris was just a crazy woman who occasionally waved to her fiancee's students because even she, as curmudgeonly as she could be, was craving human interaction with someone other than her quarantine buddy. She was just glad Rory kept her camera aimed high because one time, she wasn't exactly wearing pants when she made her way through the living room for her morning coffee.

She gave the kids a little wave, secretly impressed they were studying. Getting her students to study when there wasn't a crisis going on had been like pulling teeth. Maris had a feeling even she, a good student and all around nerd would have let her work fall by the wayside if she was going to school with this sort of chaos going on.

Rory and her students said their goodbyes and Maris was left grinning behind her mask. "It's a good thing they didn't get too close," she said, grabbing her fiancee by the waist pull her against her without much warning once they were out the door. "Because from where I'm standing you still smell like chlorine and..." She wrapped her arms around Rory's stomach from behind, whispering in her ear: "Seeeeex."

With only a couple weeks left of school, Rory would actually miss having her students to teach for a few hours each day. She'd miss Maris' guest appearances too, and thought maybe she should have brought her in for a guest lecture or something. It actually alarmed her how well it was working out, and especially for her seniors, she was glad that they'd have some semblance of normalcy to their days. But summer would come soon enough and she'd be glad for that true break, too. Better perhaps, if they could actually travel or do something fun with their summer but ... that was neither here nor there now. She and Maris would make the best of it, no doubt.

"I'm proud of you two! I'm sure you'll do great." Rory wasn't looking to get into some in-depth conversation for a variety of reasons, so she felt a bit relieved when they grabbed a couple more things then waved their goodbyes.

Rory made a little noise as Maris hugged her in close, her own grin behind her mask reaching her eyes. She snorted a laugh, tilting her head against Maris' and then nodding. "Both of those things are your fault, you know." And then she did something that felt entirely ridiculous - kissed her cheek through her mask, but it was a noisy one. "Good thing for these, huh? Otherwise they might have walked in on quite a show as we contemplate chocolate." She reached blindly behind them and pinched Maris' butt before she stepped out of her arms with some reluctance. "Let's get some ice cream, and maybe a frozen pizza. I want to get you home." They might be well and spent, but Rory still had about a thousand kisses left in her.

Maris made a disapproving noise (even though she was smiling behind her mask) when Rory kissed her cheek. "Aww, look at you not socially distancing," she scolded in a sing song voice.

She may have been teasing, but once they were done fooling around, Maris turned around to find them being watched by a sour looking middle aged woman in abject horror.

It was painfully obvious that Maris and Rory had arrived together (and were thus well acquainted to each other's germs and therefore allowed to be close together) so her disapproval was over the top to say the least.

Maris shrugged it off, pointing out both their pizza and ice cream options since they were in the same case. The pizza was of no nevermind to her, since she was of the opinion that all pizza, (save anything with onions or fish) was good pizza, but Rory was well aware that she was a bit picky about ice cream by now.

Maris didn't like anything that was too busy. Any and all ice cream was allowed three ingredients, max and she'd always favored dark chocolate (even if she didn't always in her candy bars) since ice cream was usually already sickly sweet.

But there weren't many options. She'd never liked strawberry, cookie dough was dangerously verging into too sweet territory, but mint chocolate chip, her childhood favorite until she'd grown up and moved onto occasionally fancier things seemed like a safe bet.

She held it up for Rory to see, eyebrow raised questioningly.

Since she only had about a quarter of a bottle left, Maris grabbed some whiskey too. They only had two brands to offer, neither of which was the kind she usually bought, but something was better than nothing, especially when she found herself wanting to take the edge off a little more than usual lately.

Purchases were made and Maris wiped down her hands with the baby wipes she'd taken to keeping in the console of her car, offering them to Rory. Like everyone else, she'd had a time finding hand sanitizer when she used hers (which was already running low before things went crazy) up. She thought the wipes were a pretty ingenious alternative considering they were meant to clean up much worse than dirty hands. She just wish she'd been able to find a package with anything but cartoon bears all over it.

Once they were clean, Maris smirked and used her finger to unhook one of the loops of Rory's mask, taking it off for her. Once she'd done the same to hers, she smirked. "Oh look, we're in a French film. Is the fact that I took German going to be a problem?" she teased before pressing her lips to hers the way she'd wanted to about a thousand times while they were shopping.

"Not from you." She shrugged with a smile behind her mask. While Rory had seen the same middle aged woman, she decided against doing anything but smiling behind her mask and moving on. She was in such a good mood she really couldn't imagine a single thing that could sour it.

Rory was her own brand of particular when it came to ice cream, but thankfully their tastes had some crossover. She liked some of the ben and jerry's concoctions, but mint chocolate chip was indeed the ever-winner. So long as it was the green kind.

Back in the car, she felt her anxiety fade away once the doors were closed and she took a wipe from Maris. She made sure to wipe them down well before discarding the wipe into a bag. She was about to reach for her own mask when Maris was there to do it for her. She was already smiling when she wrinkled her nose to adjust to the open air.

"Oui, probably." She said with a laugh, one that drowned against Maris' lips as she kissed her back. She sighed softly against her lips, her tongue gently sweeping over her lips as she deepened the kiss just enough to make her heart beat a little harder. "Let's go home, hm? We could use a shower to get all the chlorine off? Then eat our feast in our robes..."