Hello everyone! I've been told this chapter is a little graphic, I'm not so sure about that but you're warned anyway.

Please let me know what you think about the story, because I have no idea if I should keep writing in English or just stick with Italian..
Enjoy:)

As soon as they were inside Gill dropped onto the sofa. "This stuff is so soft, I don't know how rich people manage to get up and make more money." She patted besides her. "Come here, try it."

Rachel sat as far away as possible. "Oh don't be shy now. This morning you were telling me the most sordid details of your sex life and now you look like I kidnapped you from a nunnery." Gill drifted closer to her.

"You are drunk. Again."

"So what?"

"You do stupid things when you are drunk."

Gill brushed her cheek with one finger. "Things you like."

"Things you regret the next day."

"It's still tonight." And without thinking she leant in to kiss Rachel but the younger woman stopped her. "Don't."

Gill's eyes burnt with anger and she clumsily straddled her. "You tell me you've been shagging half Manchester, you expect me to feel nothing? How many?"

"I don't know." Rachel tried to look elsewhere but Gill's hand steadied her head. "How many?"

"Ten, fifteen."

"How many women?"

"Why do you care?"

"How many?"

"Five."

"Did any of them made you feel the way I do?" And she deliberately moved her hips against Rachel.

"No.. not a single one." Rachel admitted, still trying hard not to look into her eyes.

"Good." And Gill removed the grip on her chin.

"Good? What's the good in this? I can't have you so I can't have anybody else?"

"Yes."

"You are full of shit, you crazy cow, get off of me." But Gill was a lot stronger that she seemed.

"Why should I be the only one? Why should this kill only me?" Gill yelled.

"Because you can stop this madness, you can just give in." Rachel took her face between her hands. "Just give in and see what happens. Kiss me."

"I don't want to" But she was kissing her. "I don't.." But her tongue slipped in Rachel mouth. And there was nothing in the world that could stop them now. "You are gorgeous. I can't help myself." She bit her neck. "It's all your fault. You drive me crazy." She nibbled at her ear lobe and murmured. "Fuck me, Rachel."

Rachel lifted up her dress and caressed her thighs till the end of her stockings. When she touched warm skin she moaned in Gill's mouth. "Don't stop now, never stop, kid." Rachel moved away her underwear and found Gill wet and ready. "Now." And Rachel pushed two fingers inside. "Yes like this, that's perfect kid. Just perfect."

Gill opened up Rachel's shirt and squeezed her breasts. Rachel hissed.

"Did I hurt you?"

"In a good way.."

And Gill looked at her like that was the right answer, with a glimpse of evil in her eyes. And anger and frustration. But she immediately regretted she'd shown so much to the girl and bent to suck hard at her collarbone, till she was sure she'd left a mark. She bit her lower lip and smoothed away Rachel's hair. "Were you so good with the others? Did you fuck them so well?" Rachel shook her head. "Do you think you can make me scream, kid? You need to do better than this."

Rachel put her arms under Gill's legs and lift her enough to slip under her.

"Good girl." Gill held on the back of the couch. Rachel grabbed her arse and pushed Gill forcefully against her mouth, till she couldn't think anymore, till her hot skin was the only thing she could breathe, feel, hear.

Gill slowly climbed off her and helped her back on the settee.

She kissed her and cleaned her face with her thumbs. Rachel was studying her, waiting. "You did good, kid."

"Did I make you scream?"

"You didn't hear me?"

"No."

Gill laughed. "Yes, you did Rachel."

Rachel smiled. "You still have your coat on."

"You too."

"I want to do it again." And she kissed Gill. "With no clothes on. I want to look at you."

It wasn't the brat speaking, the annoying kid. Rachel looked her age for once. She looked like she was asking something important like making love to Gill. Not kissing her in the office or fucking her on a couch. And Gill's heartbeat fastened a little and there were alarms going off in her brain.

Gill took her hand and led her into the master bedroom. They faced each other and undressed. Gill stepped closer and traced the line of Rachel's hip. "You are so beautiful." And thought how easy it would be to be sweet and tender, to say too much and hold this new Rachel. But not now, maybe never, not now for sure. So she smirked and said. "Are you wet, kid?"

"Yes."

Gill's hand travelled down the short dark hairs. "You are."

Rachel blushed and Gill told herself that sex was just fine. A lot more than fine.

"Come here, I want to feel your skin." And Rachel was a kid again, walking slowly to her, unsure if she could hug her boss, unsure if tenderness was somehow forbidden. Gill kissed her till she finally relaxed and then pushed her gingerly on the bed. Naked and with her hair haphazardly around her face, Rachel was gorgeous and took Gill's breath away. "You look so vulnerable." She said kneeling next to her. "But you are not, Rachel." The younger girl just looked confused at her and Gill leaned closer to her. "Tell me you are not."

"I.. I'm not." And even though Gill could see her thinking of infinite different ways of being vulnerable with Godzilla, she took her word for it.

Gill licked quickly her lips. "Turn around." And when Rachel obliged she straddled her arse, moving ever so slowly and kissing her back, biting her shoulders, her hands caressing and scratching anything they could reach. Rachel managed to stay still less than a minute. Then she was squirming and moaning, pushing her arse up following the rhythm Gill was giving her.

"I need more." She breathed.

"You need what I give you, kid."

"It turns you on calling me kid?"

Gill smiled and bit her lobe. "Yes."

"Being in control?"

"Extremely."

And from the unnatural sound that left Rachel's mouth she agreed.

"Is it always this way?"

"No, not always." The way Rachel took this information and put it away for another time, if there would ever be another time, made Gill lose her focus. But only for a moment.

"Is there something that you don't want me to do?"

"No.. not that I can think of."

"Good."

Gill's right hand slipped between her legs and down Rachel's arse. She was even wetter than before.

"Do you want me inside?"

"Oh yes, yes."

And she pushed her fingers inside, painfully slowly.

"Too much?"

"No, it's ok, it's ok." And Rachel was already moving around them.

"I'm going to put my other hand around your neck. You can stop me if it gets uncomfortable."

"I'm sure.." But the hand was already pressing around her, still lightly.

But the more Rachel moved her hips the more the grip tightened. With her own arm between her legs Gill could feel a new orgasm building up. And having Rachel like that was only fuelling her excitement. She kept loosening her hand every time she could feel Rachel getting closer and squeezing it again after a few moments.

"Please, let me."

"Just a little bit more, kid."

"But.. please, I can't stand it anymore."

Gill left her grip and brushed away Rachel's hair. "Don't you want to be a good girl and come with me?" She whispered and the look in Rachel's eyes was answer enough.

She closed one last time her hand around Rachel's neck and increased the pace until they were finally coming apart together.

The next morning Gill extricated herself from underneath Rachel with no little wonder that she had managed to sleep in that awkward position. She had meant to tell the girl to go in the other room but Rachel had fallen asleep so quickly she didn't have the chance. She turned on the water in the shower and looked at herself in the mirror. It was unmistakable what she had been doing the previous night and that little smile on her face was seriously worrying. She couldn't afford another addiction. She was barely holding it together as it was without a wild card as Rachel in her life.

When she was ready to go, she woke up the girl and left.

The conference was as boring as she had anticipated. And it gave her too much time to think. Rachel was keeping her distance but never too much. They were doing their own private dance, with Rachel following her and Gill pretending not to notice. Every now and then a man would start chatting with the girl and she'd kindly let him down. But even so Gill couldn't stop herself and touched some bloke's arm or laughed too loud at some other's joke. Yet Rachel never looked for payback. She just seemed a little hurt. The more hours passed by the more Gill became restless and frustrated by loosing at her own game. Why couldn't Rachel be Rachel and make everything easier? Why Gill always had to play the wicked witch with her?

When the conference was over it was dark outside. She got in the elevator alone and once in the suite she rushed to get something to drink but stopped her hand mid-air.

"Fuck!" And hit the cabinet with her palm. When she turned she saw Rachel. "Great." She adjusted her hair and faked a smile. "See kid? I'm a fucking mess. But don't worry I quit smoking in one day. I can quit drinking. I can even quit you."

Rachel stared at her in silence.

"Oh come on, enough with the puppy eyes, the kid stuff is good only in bed."

Gill tried to go into her room but when she passed Rachel the girl grabbed her and pushed her against the wall. So Gill knew that what she had mistaken all day for hurt was instead pure anger.

"Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You hate your life? Get a new one. In the meantime can you please try not to devastate mine? Is it too much to ask? Do you have too much to handle being drunk half of the time? You're so lost in yourself you can't know a good thing even if you shag her all night. You have to go and ruin it like you're doing with everything else!" Rachel hit the wall so close to Gill she shut her eyes.

"Rachel.."

"Shut up!"

Gill could see the effort Rachel was making to calm herself and waited. When her breathing was almost back to normal Gill tried to caress her. Rachel took her hand and pressed her face against it, kissing it. "How do you do it? How do you make me feel like this?"

They were in the bedroom, half naked, kissing and Gill couldn't tell how it happened. "Maybe we.."

"Don't talk, you're not good at it." Rachel pushed her on the bed and laid on Gill. "Now you do what I want. Just this time."

And whatever protest Gill had, Rachel kissed it away.

"I want you to look into my eyes so you know I mean everything I say." Gill sighed because Rachel's hand had slipped between her legs and she was already having troubles with this first demand.

"Good. Have you always been so wet around me or is it a new thing? I like this, shagging you. You are so much more than I had imagined. I like this." And she pushed one finger inside. "And this." Another finger. "but above all I like this." She traced Gill's parted lips. "The way I make you feel, I can read it all over your face. That's why you tried to hide it yesterday? Do you think it makes you weak if I know what I do to you? Isn't this the best kind of weakness?"

But Gill couldn't talk even if she was allowed, trapped as she was by Rachel's body and words and fingers.

"Do you want to come? Am I moving too slowly? Maybe you want it a bit faster, like this? You are so beautiful and funny, trying so hard not to make a sound." Rachel frowned and smoothed Gill's hair off her face. "Am I forcing you to show your feelings? Will you be angry at me afterwards? Or will you see that the world is still there along with your life and everything else. Or better, will you see that I already knew?"

Rachel kissed sweetly her neck, her mouth. "If you come while I'm making love to you, what does it mean?" And she kissed her again and again until Gill couldn't resist anymore and had to face the truth.