Reggie leaned back against the headboard as she watched Claire get lost in the motions. She raised her hips up slightly as she adjusted, grinning as her friend let out a frustrated moan. Despite their positions, Claire really wasn't completely comfortable letting go in front of anyone. She was straddling Reggie, while Reggie guided the younger woman's hips to a rhythm she couldn't seem to find on her own.
Claire's arms were pulled back behind her - not uncomfortably so, but enough that the control she clung to so often was placed off balance. It seemed to be enough for now. Reggie smiled gently as she watched the younger women tilt her head back, eyes closed. She could see the strain in her muscles and tension weighing down on her; it had been a while.
Reggie swiveled her hips and watched her friend bite down on her lip, as a groan slipped from her lips. She'd been too guarded and it was time to fix that. She began to grind her friend's hips down a little harder as she lifted her own hips to meet. Claire shivered and gave her a look that was meant as a warning. Reggie being Reggie, however, ignored the warning and found no other resistance when she continued.
The song on the radio hit its stride and Reggie casually began to sing along. It was enough to quiet Claire's nerves and the younger woman smiled in response. She dropped her head forward with a blush to her cheeks, but no shame in the action. Claire knew that with Reggie there was no judgment. She had fretted over this until she was quite certain there would be no possible way to screw up their friendship.
Reggie reached up and brushed the hair that had fallen onto Claire's face. The gesture itself was almost too soft and Claire sucked in a sharp breath. Reggie dropped her hand cupping the younger woman's cheek briefly, then to her shoulder and finally let it trail down her arm to her hip. Claire began to rock her hips harder on her own accord, trying to find the beat that would make everything else disappear - trying to forget where she was, whom she was with, or that she deserved every tender or honest moment.
Frowning, Reggie let her move freely, but she wasn't happy about it. She continued to gently draw circles with her thumbs upon Claire's hips and paced her own thrusts. She moved slow, but strong, offering a bittersweet alternative. Claire swallowed hard and nodded her understanding. She let out several heavy breaths and then began to match movements. Rushing things would only make it worse. This was supposed to be about feeling, not punishment.
Claire had so much to work through emotionally and mentally that it was easy to use sex, like everything else, as a way to stay trapped. It was why she had agreed to the proposal despite her own fears. She needed to try something new, but she also needed to feel safe enough to let go. She didn't trust herself, but Reggie... she trusted.
Claire let her shoulders drop in defeat. She was tired of needing to be strong, but she still couldn't seem to push herself through to that moment of real vulnerability. Reggie had seen it all: the anger, the sadness, the darkness, the light, and everything in between. Still, something within Claire resisted. She trusted Reggie, it was herself she didn't trust. If she truly opened up in front of someone with nothing protecting her, what would happen?
"Stop it," Reggie said, her brow creased in pout. She exhaled a frustrated breath, recognizing the wall for what it was. Readjusting, she sat up a bit so that she could look directly at Claire. Dropping her forehead to her friends, she never broke eye contact. She cupped Claire's cheeks, but didn't push further. She just stayed... safe and stable. It was exactly what Claire needed.
The younger woman nuzzled to the side and buried her face against Reggie's neck. Reggie stroked her hair knowingly and wrapped an arm around her. They stayed still, except for their hips, for several moments before Claire nodded against her and sat back up. She was ready and the fire that lit her eyes showed it. She rolled her hips in a way that surprised even Reggie as the toy pushed back against her.
Reggie's hands flew to Claire's hips and she guided her to do it again. Claire had seen the hunger and surprise in Reggie's eyes and fed off it. She was ready to surprise her normally unshakable friend. There weren't a lot of things she was confident about, but her ability to please and surprise partners had always amused her.
Reggie held on to Claire's hips a little harder for a moment before falling back to the bed and letting the younger woman lead for the moment. They hadn't talked about this and neither was sure where they were going. The whole purpose of it had been to allow Claire to feel and heal. Reggie's pleasure wasn't a factor. Needing to somehow equal the ground, Reggie reached behind Claire and undid her wrists. She nodded with confidence when Claire met her eyes in fear.
