notcalledlizzie | Friday afternoon

Elizabeth's hands were on Janet's waist and she was kissing her as soon as she stepped over the threshold. She kicked the door shut behind her.

Janet's hands slipped under Liz's shirt as they kissed, and she pulled Liz closer, looking up at her as she pulled away to gasp for air. "Good. I can finally stop pretending I haven't been waiting all day to peel off your clothing."

"God, I know," Elizabeth moaned, reaching behind her to snap the door lock.

"I want to see you in that sarong," said Janet, pulling Liz's shirt up. "And nothing else."

"That can be arranged," Elizabeth gasped, lifting her arms for Janet before her hands went to the waistband of her jeans.

"I think it needs to be," said Janet, reaching up on her toes to pull Liz's shirt off and let it fall to the ground. She leaned forward, her mouth covering Liz's nipple.

Elizabeth gasped, stumbling backwards slightly until she hit the door. Her hands made quick work of undoing Janet's jeans.

Janet felt the brush of fingers against her stomach and as she held Liz pressed against the door, swirling her tongue around Liz's breast.

Elizabeth whimpered slightly, ignoring the cold wood at her back as she tried to tug Janet's jeans down.

"Sarong," gasped Janet, moving back to kick off her sneakers and wriggle out of her jeans. "And I can open this box up."

"Right, yes," Elizabeth said breathlessly, leaning in for another brief kiss as she passed Janet on her way to her chest of drawers, kicking off her Skechers and undoing her jeans as she went.

Janet started rummaging in the drawer of her nightstand for a box opener, finally emerging with a pair of scissors instead. She knelt down on the floor and sliced open the packing tape. "Here we go," she said, pulling a couple of items out of the box and putting them on her nightstand.

"Well?" Elizabeth asked, turning around in just the sarong as promised.

"Wow." Janet blinked. Then she glanced down at her plain blue t-shirt. I feel underdressed. Or overdressed. Or something. Could you just come over here, please?"

"Overdressed. Definitely overdressed," Elizabeth said, moving across to stand back in front of Janet. She fingered the hem of her shirt.

"Some day I'm definitely going to dig my lab coat out of the back of my closet," murmured Janet, leaning towards Liz.

"I'm really hoping someday's really soon," Elizabeth whispered, lifting Janet's shirt.

"How soon do you want it to be?" asked Janet.

"Well, not right now," Elizabeth replied, taking a step closer.

Janet's shirt fell to the floor in a whisper of cloth. "No. Because that would take time. And then you'd have to convince me I wouldn't look silly." She reached out to take Liz's hands and pull her closer.

"Honey, you'll never look silly to me," Elizabeth assured her, leaning down to brush her lips against Janet's.

Janet smiled and backed up until they were at the edge of her bed. "You're sure about this?" she asked, glancing down at her nightstand.

Elizabeth followed her glance, biting her lip slightly before nodding firmly. "Absolutely."

"So who's going to, um--" Janet blushed a little. "Get the handcuffs put on first?" She sat down lightly on the bed and scooted back so she was leaning against the wall.

Elizabeth blushed herself, sitting and moving next to Janet. "Um. I don't know. It was your idea; you can choose."

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