"I don't know. People lose their jobs over that…"
"Not at U.W., baby. It's very liberal. And after that horrible president we used to have a few years ago, they made sure to put protections in place for all LGBTQ workers. If that's your fear, please hear that information," I said, tapping my fingers on the table to get her attention.
"I should've looked it up before panicking," she said, letting out a slow breath.
"You're allowed to panic. Just don't…just don't run." I leaned my chin on my hand as I watched her and she met my gaze.
"What do you mean?"
"Ghost me. Run away."
"I won't do that," she said, finally giving my hand a squeeze again.
"Good. What do you say we get out of here and finish this talk on our walk back?" I suggested and she nodded.
"Okay. And I'm paying. I remember your rules about dates." She narrowed her eyes at me and I chuckled.
"What rules?"
"Whoever asks is the one who pays. Lesbian dating rules by Billie Olsen." She pointed at me, a smirk curving her lips.
I laughed hard, and swatted her hand. "I did say that, didn't I?"
"Yes." The twinkle returned to her eyes in the dim light and it cooled some of my worry.
The server returned with the check soon after and Mira slipped her credit card in the holder. While we waited, Mira's withdrawn nature faded in and out like our conversation since her colleagues showed up.
On our walk back to her place, she tucked her hands into the pockets of her coat. I mirrored her gesture, and we walked close enough for our elbows to bump now and then.
"I know you're trying, Mira. I know this isn't easy for you," I said, hoping to draw her forth again.
"It's not easy for you either, Billie. Dating a formerly straight girl." She glanced at me, her expression sad. "Saoirse told me what Eve's been saying to you. She heard Ciara talking to Eve about it."
"When did she tell you that?"
"This morning we had coffee before work."
"What was Ciara saying?"
"That Eve wasn't being fair to you by trying to warn you away from me. That it was your choice to get hurt or take risks and whatnot," she said, glancing at me. "But you didn't listen."
"No. I won't listen to that," I told her, shrugging as I stared at our feet meeting the pavement. "It isn't easy for me. But every minute with you has been worth it. I'm not going to let anyone tell me who I can and can't love. Never have and I never will."
Mira's pace slowed and she stopped walking altogether. I turned around to face her, anxiety tangling my gut as I feared she would bolt.
"What's wrong?" I asked, stepping toward her.
Under the streetlights, her pale complexion appeared ghostly save for the tinge of pink in her cheeks. "Does that mean you love me?"
I hesitated, glancing to her legs for any sign of twitching that signaled running. "Of course I love you…" My words caught in my throat and I choked on the emotions that tripped me up. "Of course."
Tears filled her eyes first and she ran at me, tossing her arms over my shoulders. I grabbed her into a fierce hug, nearly lifting her from the ground. Her cool lips pressed my neck and she held me so firmly I thought she might have cracked a bone. I sniffled and buried my face against her shoulder.
"Does this mean you love me?" I whispered against her ear and she laughed softly, nodding and sniffling at the same time.
In the cool November air, I stole her away from the world to the place where we flourished. Alone, but together on an island of our creation. Everyday would be hard, but remembering this moment, as it engraved itself into my memories, would remain as a beacon of light in whatever darkness followed.
Chapter Fourteen
"Babe?" I called out as I entered Mira's house with my newly gifted key. Her bag remained by the front door as always and as I made my way inside, the sound of the shower running told me where she was. In the meantime, I texted Robert and Eleanor who were both spending the night at home together. They seemed to form a Saturday night routine of such.
Mira emerged from her shower, but she didn't see me when she swept across the hall in a towel. I didn't want to scare her so I called her name before heading down the hall.
"Hi, honey," she said, offering me a minty kiss before I dropped down to sit on her bed.
"You taste yummy." I smiled as I pulled her to stand between my knees. "Ready for the game tonight?"
"Not really. I've neglected workouts for awhile now," she said, resting her hands on my shoulders.
"Have you? I could've sworn I saw you all hot and sweaty the other night." I leaned my chin against her stomach and gazed up at her. "Maybe it was in my imagination."
She laughed and leaned down to kiss my nose. "Nope. It wasn't." I felt her thighs tense and rubbed my hands up and down her sides.
"How was work this week?" I asked.
Her eyes sparkled with the reflection of the afternoon sun from the window behind me.
"Pretty tame and routine. You had a week, it sounded like." She tucked my hair behind my ears, tilting her head to the side.
"Angelina and I investigated two bodies with similar causes of death to an active serial case. It drew the FBI back to our doorstep. I mean, they've been around anyway, but literally back at our door. Things always seem more stressful then. Which reminds me, phone calls may interrupt our weekend and I may have to rush off," I explained, allowing my hands to wander over her hips, the tips of my fingers brushing the back of her thighs. Again, I felt her squeeze her knees together and I knew why, of course, and it made me smile.
"I understand." She brushed her thumb over my bottom lip. "And yet, despite all that stress, you're here with me looking as beautiful as ever."
"Know what else is beautiful?"
She shook her head and asked, "What?"
"You." I grabbed her towel between my teeth and gave it a great tug. It tumbled from her breasts, then pooled around our feet on the floor. "Just what I needed to see."
Mira's nipples hardened immediately and her fingers found their way to my hair. Her entire body shivered and I licked the space around her navel, just to feel her flutter under my affection. She tilted her head back, and smiled. "Mmm."
"Your poor little clit is so sad from being squashed all week that it's sending me signals for help," I teased while kissing around her belly. My hands wandered over her firm, shapely ass.
She laughed softly, clenching her rear when my fingers tickled close to her pussy from behind. "I've been waiting for you all day."
My core burned at her words, igniting my yearning for her even further. "I can tell. Look at those glistening thighs." I grinned up at her while stroking a finger up and down her stomach when she squeaked and covered her face. "Enjoying your awoken yoni?"
"I've never been horny like this before in my entire life," she said, her words muffled by her hands.
I laughed and wrapped my arms around her hips, pulling her into my lap as I scooted back on the bed to lean against the headboard. She straddled my legs and gripped my shoulders. When I gazed down at her exposed bits, her firm clit and soaked folds enticed me, setting me ablaze with want.
"Billie." She breathed out my name before claiming my mouth with hers. I cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples while she moaned into my mouth. She pressed me with her thighs, but this time, I decided to switch tactics.
"Try something with me?" I said, nipping at her lips as I tickled her mons, her entire lower half moving toward my hand.
"Yes," she said, panting already.
"On your knees." I gripped her ass, then released her to support her movement.
Her shaky limbs quivered as she crawled on all fours, her head by the pillows while I moved behind her. As always, she kept her knees together almost modestly, but I guided them apart. She whimpered, dropping her face in the pillows. I could hardly contain myself. I leaned down, kissing her along the small of her back while I wormed my way out of my own jeans and boots,
my weapon and phone thudding to the floor. With newfound freedom, I placed a long, slow lick from her clit to her entrance, and she nearly screamed.
"Oh God," she cried, reaching back for me while her whole body shook. I took her hand, then lowered myself onto the bed to lie under her. My hair brushed her calves and she looked down to see what I was doing.
I met her gaze at the same moment that I flicked the nectar from her clit with my tongue. Her face contorted with pleasure and I knew my decision was a good one. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, pulled her down to me and devoured her from under.
Gone were the moments of tentative touches, and worry of error. Mira deserved to be loved, but she also deserved to be fucked. Today, I knew she expected me to coax her pleasure, and I loved knowing that she awaited my arrival for that reason. I didn't hold back as I lapped at her, from back to front, deep and firm, rotating with soft flicks. She cried and tore at the pillows, her hips rolling against my face. My pussy ached and I wriggled out of my panties when I couldn't take the binding a moment longer, leaving me naked from the waist down. While I sucked her clit, I reached between my legs and toyed with my own. I palmed her ass with my free hand, holding her to my face.
"Billie!" Mira shouted, her hips bucking against me as I shoved my tongue in her a few times before returning my attention to her clit. It didn't take her long to arch her back, her legs shaking as she came against my mouth. I moaned into her soaked pussy, as I allowed myself to come with her.
She cried into the bed as I continued my sucking on her folds. Her legs trembled, body writhed, and I gripped her rear with both hands, holding her to me.
"Oh God, oh!" She cried out, then sucked in her breath so hard I thought I'd hurt her for a second until a gush of dampness left her, messing my lips in the best way. Her entire body trembled, and she collapsed forward onto the bed. I wriggled out from under her, watching as she heaved for breath and reached for me at the same time. I crawled up her back, raking my teeth against the back of her neck before resting on her.
"Oh my God," she repeated in between breaths.
"Roll over," I whispered while nipping her ear. She did so and I settled myself on top of her, claiming her mouth with mine. She grabbed at my breasts while I straddled her thigh, rocking myself against her while she forced me out of my shirt and bra. I leaned down, taking her nipple in my mouth as she gasped, and tugged at my hair.
"Sit on me," she said, leaning me back so that I could see her. "Over my face."
"Are you sure?" My pussy clenched at just the thought of it.
"Yes." She tugged at me, her nails scratching my back as I crawled up to place myself over her. Like me, she wasn't gentle, and her nails dug into my rear as she pulled me to her mouth.
Mira wasn't shy anymore, and the way she took me had me moaning out her name as I tossed my head back. She sucked my clit, her chin bouncing against my entrance and I rocked against her, gripping the headboard for fear of losing my balance. It took barely ten seconds for me to lose myself, and the orgasm she caused rattled through me with aftershocks.
I scooted back, both of us heaving messes as I straddled her stomach while holding both of her hands and leaning down to kiss her. We melted against each other. Our hot, sweaty bodies colliding as we tumbled into sweet afterglow. She cuddled me against her chest, her lips against my forehead while I placed soft kisses anywhere I could reach. Our legs tangled together when we curled toward each other.
Mira closed her eyes, her lips pressed to the space between my eyebrows, and whispered, "I love you."
"I love you, too, baby." I snaked my arm over her middle and held her to me.
I wasn't sure how long we stayed like that, but the sound of screaming sirens racing down the street caused us to stir. Mira peeked up, her feet stroking my calves as I met her gaze.
"What'd you do to me?" she asked, smiling softly through her droopy, sleepy gaze.
"Gave you what you needed." I nipped her chin and she scrunched her nose.
"Something weird happened though." Her cheeks turned bright red and I grinned.
"Felt good, right?" I tapped my index finger against her lips.
"Yes, but a little embarrassing." She kissed my finger.
"Nothing embarrassing about a delicious gush from a hot woman," I said, stroking her stomach before moving downward. Her hips lifted toward my hand, and she bit her lip.
"You must think I'm an ignorant, sexually repressed…something." The lash she tossed at herself seemed out of character at best.
"I don't think any of that, Mira. I think that sex has been something that was uncomfortable for you because you spent years feeling unwanted. Unimportant," I said, leaning my head on my hand while continuing to caress her lower belly. "Your longest partner in life didn't help you grow in any way."
"No, he didn't." Tears brimmed her eyes while she watched me.
"And the rest of the time you spent feeling like you were dysfunctional, but afraid to explore because you didn't want to confirm your assumption. Like quantum mechanics, your observation changed the behavior."
"Yeah." She laughed and traced my lips with her finger. "Like that."
"So, no, baby. I don't think you're ignorant or sexually repressed. I think you were afraid."
She nodded, though her legs squirmed whenever my hand neared her pelvis. It made me smile and I ran my knuckles over her clit a few times. Her mouth dropped open and she leaned her forehead against mine. "I thought women could only gush if they're stimulated internally," she said, her voice soft.
"It's about the intensity. We could try to tickle that sweet G to see what happens." I grinned as I kissed her quickly. "Let me?"
"You can do whatever you want to me," she confessed, cupping my face in her hands.
"Hmm. Good and ditto, by the way." I continued to stroke her soaked folds until I poked my way to her entrance. Her hips lifted toward me when she parted her thighs with welcome abandon. "You tell me to stop if you don't like anything I do to you, promise?"
"I promise." She held onto me with one hand, and the other gripped a handful of her hair.
When I slipped a single finger inside her, her response wasn't as strong as I expected. I'd noticed before that penetration didn't seem to drive her as wild as other things, but this confirmed it. A second finger joined, and she clenched me, her legs tensing as well. I kissed the side of her breast, then flicked her nipple with my tongue.
"That okay?" I asked as I moved in and out of her slowly.
"Yeah," she said, gulping after.
"Take a breath, baby, before you pinch off my fingers. Does this hurt you?"
"No." She shook her head, but her tension only increased. I used my thumb to rub circles around her clit and that seemed to settle her. Her tongue lashed over her bottom lip briefly, and her nails dug into my back.
"Tell me what makes you nervous about this," I implored, slowly slipping in and out of her while she writhed some under me.
"I'm…what if I don't get off like that?" she asked, though goosebumps coated her flesh, telling me she enjoyed it on some level.
"You might not come from penetration alone, but that's why I've got two hands and a tongue to join the party." I pretended to bite her nipple and she laughed, her body relaxing after.
"Okay." Her mouth fell open again, and she stopped trying to sever my hand with her thighs.
I moved in her a few times, in and out until the rhythm became more fluid. As promised, I tilted my hand toward the top most part of her, and curled my fingers in search of her sweet spot. At first, she didn't respond, until I tickled a little to the side. She sucked in her breath, and that coupled with the sensations on my fingertips, told me I'd found what I was after.
Mira's nails dug into my hip, while I stimulated her both inside and out. I claimed her mouth and she moaned against my lips, breaking our connection to breathe.
"I—I have to—"
"It's supposed to feel like that," I said against her mouth, then move
d quickly both inside her and out. Mira moaned, her hips rocking to meet my palm. She continued to tear at me and the sheets, her legs trembling while I had my way with her. I stole her back into a kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth with flicks and laps that mirrored my movement on her pussy.
She cried out, her body arching, and I knew I was about to lose her to an explosion. My clit rolled against her thigh, as we both bucked against each other. I focused my buried fingers on rapid thrusts and when she shouted, another gush of hot sweetness left her, coating my hand and her thighs. She groaned, deep, guttural sounds escaping her as she raked her teeth over my shoulder. I pressed into her, deep and sharp, while I continued to thrust through the tightness of her orgasm.
"Oh God, Billie." Her legs quaked and I slid down her body, licking my way to her core. I kept my fingers inside her before sending my tongue in a lavish dance over her folds. Her trembling legs lulled to the side, and she grabbed handfuls of my hair, holding me to her. I latched onto her, and worked her through several more explosions that had her bucking against my face. In a brazen move, she shoved her foot between my thighs so that her shin met my soaked core. I rolled myself against her twice before moaning into her when I burst into unexpected release. I didn't let up on her, allowing her to melt into continuous ecstasy until she was a sweet, writhing heap under me.
I played with Mira all morning, exploring and toying with her body until I exhausted her both physically and emotionally. Never in my life had sex lasted this long, or perpetuated throughout the day. By the time we both collapsed, the sun rose then peeked, signaling our need to rejoin the world.
We showered together, and dressed. I stole one of her clean jerseys from the laundry basket because my shirt ended up a mess in our morning of lust. She let me wear it, adorning her number seventeen with her name on my back. Both of us in pink and white, though she fit the part whereas I appeared more like a stalker-fan.
"How am I going to play when my legs are jelly?" she said as I drove us up to the field, and parked illegally with my police decal on the dash.
"I don't know, but I'm going to enjoy watching." I leaned over the console and captured her in a kiss. She didn't hesitate, her hand coming to fall on my cheek.
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