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This part takes place some time after the first, once they've actually gotten into a relationship.
Contains: temporary limblessness, bondage, masochism, and gentle dominant/submissive.
The feeling of utter helplessness that being restrained gave her wasn't always a sexual thing. Knowing that your freedom, your safety, even your life was in the hands of another person was an enormous act of trust, and it produced a unique type of intimacy. Of course, she fantasized about Janet doing something to her that she didn't want. The daydream of being used, abused, and taken against her will had brought her to orgasm countless times. But it was just that - a daydream. The reality was so much gentler, and she loved it.
"Say ahh," Janet said, grinning.
"This is- mmpfh." The spoonful of ice cream entered her mouth as soon as it opened, muffling her words. Janet held it there until Emma closed her mouth, sucking up the velvety chocolate as the spoon was pulled away. She wriggled a little on the couch, the harness shifting against her t-shirt and pajama bottoms. As Janet put it, she was in 'torso mode', unable to move beyond squirming and turning her head. "This is a little undignified."
"Really." Janet's grin widened. "Isn't that the whole point?"
"Well, sort of. I just wish you wouldn't make baby bird noises."
"Aww, but you're my cute little birdie." Janet gathered another spoonful of ice cream, making little cheeps as she held it in front of Emma. "Open for mama."
She flushed, turning her head away. "It's embarrassing. In a bad way."
"There's a good way?" When Emma didn't respond, Janet softly brushed a hand against her cheek, setting the spoon back in the bowl with a clink. "Hey. You know I'm just giving you a hard time, right? I've been your friend for too long to give that up." Emma turned back to her, meeting those devastatingly gentle brown eyes, and her heart melted.
"Yeah." She wanted to lean forward and kiss her girlfriend, but even that freedom was denied to her. She sank a little deeper into the special kind of submissiveness that being restrained like this gave her, murmuring, "Can I kiss you?"
"Of course." Janet leaned in, but paused halfway, a sudden light in her eyes. "Actually, I want to try something. Close your eyes."
"I know that look. That's the one you get when you have a stupid idea," she said, shutting her eyes anyway.
"Shh." Janet's finger pressed against her lips, and she heard the clink of the spoon again. She could feel Janet lean in, hair brushing her face as their lips met in a soft kiss that tasted like ice cream. Janet's tongue sought entry to her mouth, the kiss deepening, and Emma's eyes shot open at the sudden chocolatey flavor, making a muffled noise of surprise. Janet didn't just taste like ice cream, she had it in her mouth. As their lips locked, she transferred the half-melted spoonful to Emma, filling her mouth with sticky sweetness. Janet pulled away, grinning, a strand of saliva stretching between their faces. Emma swallowed, giving Janet a look.
"So?"
"Well... it wasn't bad," Emma admitted, a small smile curving her lips. "Maybe a little messy compared to the spoon."
"All the best things in life are a little messy." Janet smirked. "Like your-"
"
Don't,
" Emma warned. Janet had made her squirt all over her bed a few days ago and wouldn't stop teasing her about it.
Janet just grinned, leaning back on the couch and putting an arm around her shoulders, cuddling up close. "What do you want to watch?"
Emma leaned her head against Janet's chest, snuggling into her warm body as best she could. "Jurassic Park?"
"Which one? There's like five now."
"The first one."
"Going for the classics, alright."
Janet navigated through menus, poking at the remote until she found the right film. She used the arm around Emma's shoulders to get a bite of ice cream as it started up, then scooped up another spoonful, holding it out for Emma to eat it herself. They continued like that until the bowl was empty, watching movies and cuddling late into the night.
Emma jerked awake, finding her face buried in the crook of Janet's neck, inhaling her sweet scent while strong arms held her off the ground.
"Hey, sleepyhead," Janet said, her voice low, starting to carry her down the hall. "Didn't mean to wake you." It had taken them a few tries to work out a good method of moving Emma, as she was essentially an eighty-pound deadweight while wearing the harness, but they had eventually decided on a hug-carry as the easiest for short distances. Since she never went further than her backyard while in bondage, that was all that they needed.
Emma looked over Janet's shoulder, confusion fading as she realized what had happened. "How'd it end?" she murmured drowsily.
"Which movie? I didn't realize you fell asleep until you started snoring." Janet bumped open the bedroom door with her shoulder and nudged the lightswitch on.