[Fanfiction] WHAT CLARA OWED MARINA - One shot

One shot chapter

"We're home," Flavinha cheerfully declared after parking Marina's SUV in front of the Meirelles residence. Vanessa grabbed her handbag, stepped out, and closed her door. The couple had just returned from Flavinha's family dinner where the young photographer brought the studio manager to meet her family for the first time.

"Darling, your family is very lovely," the manager said as she turned to smile at her lover, Marina's assistant photographer. She walked up to join her and reached for her hand, "I'm glad you took me to see them."

Flavinha squeezed her lover's hand before raising it to her lips and returning her smile. "And you were very lovely tonight, too. My mother told me she was happy to see us so happy."

Vanessa leaned into the tall photographer's chest with a sigh of content while Flavinha's arms snaked around to hold her tightly. The manager whispered, "Next weekend, we're showing you off to my family."

"Yes, my beloved," Flavinha said as she pressed her forehead to Vanessa's. "You can manage our schedule however you want."

"With pleasure," Vanessa said as she gave her a tiny kiss before stepping back and looking around. "Speaking of manage, we should make a final round here to see that everything is fine before heading upstairs."

The assistant photographer loosened her embrace, "Lead the way, darling."

The manager wrapped her arm around Flavinha's waist, and the two made their way toward the pool. Before they reached the top step, the sound of water splashing mixed with laughs and giggles made the couple stop and turn to each other.

"They're taking a late-night swim," Flavinha said while stepping back and turning around. "We should leave them alone."

"Are you kidding?" Vanessa's eyes sparkled. "We're in for a treat."

Even in the dimly lit night, Flavinha had to laugh at her lover's look of mischief and sly smile. "Oh, honey, you're bad. Very bad." Nonetheless, she followed the manager, and together they crawled and knelt behind a hedge of ornamental shrubs that lined the area between the pool and the house.

"Front row seats without censure," the redhead manager giddily whispered, trying to keep her chuckle down. "Observe and learn, honey."

In plain view, down in the beautiful pool, the newlyweds were having carefree fun, enjoying total privacy for the first time since their wedding.

"I got it!" Marina laughed while swinging a piece of clothing over her head. "Finally!"

Clara torpedoed down and grabbed Marina's mid-section, making the photographer lose her balance and slip.

Underwater the struggle for Clara's bikini top ensued for a few moments before the couple came up for air. Marina still had it in her hand. She laughed, "You owed me this since that trip to the beach when you didn't take it off along with me."

"Revenge is a bad thing," Clara protested through her laugh. "How are we supposed to teach Ivan?"

"Okay. Tomorrow when he comes home, you'll take it off and give it to me while explaining it to him."

"No way!" Clara dove down, pulling Marina into the water and trying to take back her bikini top.

Marina escaped and threw the blue bra top on land. "Now I don't have it anymore."

Clara shrieked and laughed. "You're gonna pay for it." Ivan's mother then took off toward the photographer who abruptly turned around and tried to swim away, but it was too late. Clara got a hold of Marina's black bikini top tail and pulled it, essentially pulling the photographer toward her. She then locked Marina in her arms and sucked hard on the nape of the photographer's neck. Marina put up a fight briefly but surrendered when Clara changed her approach.

The housewife loosened the tight hug but still held Marina from behind. In a series of soft tender kisses, she grazed her lips down from her wife's neck along one shoulder and returned across to the other. Her fingers gently fondled her wife's lovely breasts.

"Hmm..." Marina purred, her knees weakening. "That feels good sweetheart."

Clara kissed her wife's ear, "You now realize I can also play sexy."

"I never doubted that." Marina lost herself, relaxed, and turned around. Her smile merged with Clara's as the beautiful couple kissed sweetly.

Vanessa sighed, "How romantic."

Her partner leaned close in, kissed her ear, and whispered, "That kiss is way hotter than the one at the wedding."

"Naturally, darling," replied the studio manager. "They thought they were alone."


The newlyweds' kiss lasted a while, as they were both enjoying themselves. Their soft hands and wandering fingers explored each other's beautiful bare tops under the water with affection while they were moaning into each other through the kiss.

Marina withdrew her lips and moved down to Clara's neck. The housewife closed her eyes, turned her face upward to allow her wife access, and stepped back. The photographer planted tiny kisses on Clara's chin and neck. Before Marina knew it, Clara quickly snatched the black bikini top off her front, turned around, and threw it ashore. "We're even!"


Vanessa and Flavinha simultaneously let out their laugh. Startled, Clara and Marina immediately stepped in to hold each other while the boss shouted out, "Who is it?"

Their assistants slowly emerged from behind the bushes and hand-in-hand stepped forward with big smiles. "It's just us." The newlyweds laughed and splashed water towards them, but they didn't try to duck. "What a cute, romantic show! Brava, Clara!"

The women all laughed. Marina and Clara then inquired about their evening, and Vanessa gave all the details.

"That's very sweet." Clara looked at the couple and smiled. "We're very happy for both of you. I can see how successful our business will become now that everyone is happy and focused."

"I concur." Marina pulled Clara into her arms. "You two make a very lovely and beautiful couple."

Flavinha smiled shyly. "Obrigada." Vanessa stepped in to hold her.

The forever thoughtful Clara asked the couple, "Why don't you two join us? Since Ivan is at his dad's tonight, we have the house all to ourselves."

"On one condition," added Marina, "you'll have to be topless just as we are."

Grinning broadly, Vanessa turned to her partner and winked, "I dare you."

"Ah, I'll strip you first." Flavinha nodded, smiled, and started unbuttoning Vanessa's blouse.