The Tchaikovsky Affair

by Swift, Marie

  “Just trust me,” Jackie intoned, leading them up Columbus Avenue. After a few blocks, they turned right, heading towards Central Park. At about the halfway point, they stopped at an apartment complex. Shannon cocked her head as Jackie expertly unlocked the front door and lead them to an elevator.

  “What are we doing here?”

  “You’ll see,” Jackie replied cryptically, pushing the button in the elevator car for the top floor. When the elevator doors slid open, Jackie led them towards one of the two doors and once again used a key to open it. Inside the door was an unfurnished spacious two-bedroom, two-bath apartment with a full kitchen, living room, balcony, and roof patio.

  “What is all this?” Shannon asked after she had stopped gasping and gawking at the large apartment.

  “It’s my new apartment. Well, actually I’m hoping it’s our new apartment. It’s ridiculous that I’m practically living at your apartment while still owning one on Long Island, and this is just a short subway ride from school and just a few blocks from the Lincoln Center, so I thought…”

  “It’s perfect! Say that again.”

  “Say what again?”

  “What you said at the beginning.”

  “Ummm…it’s ridiculous that I basically live at your apartment?”

  “No, the other part.”

  “That this is my new apartment,” Jackie smiled, catching on to Shannon’s questioning.

  “Hmmm, no, the part in between,” Shannon said, walking towards the brunette.

  “Our apartment?”

  “Our apartment,” Shannon confirmed, stopping just inches from Jackie. “I like the sound of that.”

  Jackie reached out to pull her closer. When her hands rested on Shannon’s hips, she felt the mesh fabric under her thumbs and groaned, remembering her thoughts from earlier.

  “When you closed your eyes while you were playing, what were you thinking about?” Jackie asked, nuzzling the blonde’s neck.

  “I was thinking about our first time,” Shannon blushed. “Your naked body pressed against my back while you played and I touched myself.”

  Jackie moaned into Shannon’s skin at the thought. “Seriously? If I had known that I actually might not have made it out of the theater alive.” Jackie tugged on Shannon’s hand, leading her to several blankets she had laid out earlier in the middle of the otherwise bare living room.

  “So you thought I was a foregone conclusion, huh?” Shannon asked coyly, while stepping backwards and unzipping her dress, letting the green material fall to the floor and revealing that she had been wearing no underwear all night. Jackie’s eyes went wide and she quickly reached for the hem of her own dress to join Shannon in her state of undress.

  “Just shut up,” Jackie replied, pushing Shannon gently back on to the blankets. Lowering herself on top of the smaller woman, Jackie positioned her knee in between Shannon’s thighs, eliciting a moan. She began kissing her way down Shannon’s body, but as soon as she reached her bellybutton, Shannon pushed her back up into a sitting position. She made quick work of removing Jackie’s bra and underwear, before attaching her lips and hands to Jackie’s breasts.

  “Mmm, Shannon,” Jackie breathed, running a hand through the blonde’s hair.

  Shannon lifted her head up to draw Jackie into a searing kiss, while repositioning herself so that she was sitting with one of Jackie’s legs in between her own. She moaned into Jackie’s mouth as she rocked her pelvis against Jackie’s thigh. Leaning most of her weight against Jackie, Shannon pulled Jackie’s other leg up over her hip. They both groaned loudly as their slick cores slid into each other. Shannon continued to roll her hips into Jackie, as she reached back with one hand to balance them. Jackie bucked her hips into Shannon’s, trying to match her rhythm.

  As Shannon leaned forward, craving the feeling of Jackie’s naked skin against her own, Jackie fell back on her elbow, allowing them more access. There was nothing delicate about their sloppy thrusts; it was simply a visceral manifestation of the passion that was still as strong a year later. Feeling her own impending orgasm, Jackie used her free hand to speed up Shannon’s pleasure. She ran her thumb along Shannon’s quivering thigh, before dipping it into her folds and putting pressure on her clit.

  “Oh god, Jackie…I’m so close,” Shannon hissed at the extra contact. She threw her head back as her muscles quaked and waves upon waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Her thrusting became more irregular as she lost full control of her actions. However, this irregularity was enough to send Jackie over the edge of her own orgasm as well. They gently ground into each other, trying to ride out the last remaining seconds of intense pleasure.

  Her breathing once more stabilized, Shannon pushed back and slowly untangled her legs from Jackie’s. She winced as her knee screamed out in pain. They would probably pay for this in the morning, but it was so totally worth it. Jackie opened her arms to welcome the blonde to cuddle beside her.

  “I love you,” Shannon said, content and sated.

  Jackie placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and squeezed the smaller woman into her body in reply.

  After a few moments of gentle caresses and light kisses, Jackie asked tentatively, “Do you ever regret that moment?”

  “What moment?” Shannon asked, lifting her head to search Jackie’s eyes for some indication of Jackie’s thoughts.

  “Oh, you know, the moment when you kissed me in front of thousands of people and got us both fired.”

  Shannon chortled at Jackie’s mockingly accusatory tone, before taking a deep breath and seriously pondering the appropriate response.

  “Not for one second.”