Looking for Eagles

by Savannah Swan

  Jena smiled indulgently, but she let Maggie pick up the check. She whispered into Maggie’s ear: “I’ll pay you back for it later.”

  Maggie’s spine tingled.

  They couldn’t get out of the bar fast enough. It was a short walk to Jena’s apartment, and they found themselves walking closely together in the cold. Darkness had fallen and other people were out and about, running errands or on their way to or from happy hours or dinner meetings.

  Thankfully, Jena’s apartment was toasty. “What are we making?” asked Maggie.

  “We are not making anything,” said Jena. “I’m treating you.”

  Maggie couldn’t remember the last time someone had done something like this for her. Callie had been a decent cook, but she’d never taken the time to pamper Maggie like this. It was nice to be allowed to sit back and do nothing—especially after such a stressful day.

  “Sit down on the couch with this beer,” said Jena, handing Maggie a bottle, “and let me make dinner while you watch TV.”

  Maggie could get used to this. She took the proffered drink and walked to the living room, flipping the TV on and browsing the channels. She felt a little guilty for allowing someone to do all the work, but then she realized Jena was probably trying to do something nice for her after being invited to Christmas at the Wilson residence. Sometimes it was nice to let someone do something nice in return.

  Maggie stretched out on the couch after finding a ‘90s cartoon rerun to watch. She wasn’t in the mood for any of the political or news channels, and it was too early for any interesting movies to be on. She let herself get sucked into the bright colors and trippy music.

  Soon enough, dinner was ready.

  Maggie went over to the small dining room table and sat down. Jena had already plated the dishes and served them with wine. It appeared that she’d made some kind of elaborate pasta dish. Sprigs of parsley were carefully arranged on top, along with sliced grape tomatoes, and freshly grated parmesan and asiago coated the pasta sauce like snow.

  “This looks and smells incredible,” said Maggie.

  “Thanks,” said Jena. “It’s the one dish I can do really well.”

  “The one dish you use to impress, huh?” asked Maggie.

  “You got me.” Jena smiled.

  They both wolfed down the food silently, punctuating their bites with sips of the wine, which was paired perfectly. It was all just so good. Maggie thought fleetingly about how every day could be like this if they were together—if they lived together. She’d be the happiest woman in the world if she could make it happen.

  It seemed like it was so tangible, so within reach, but also so far away.

  But here, right now, they were together—girlfriend and girlfriend. And Maggie knew she was lucky to have at least this night.

  18

  Jena

  Jena didn’t think either of them had intended for Maggie to spend the night, but it was late. The dinner had been splendid, and they’d had to recover on the couch with full stomachs before feeling amorous.

  But after they recovered from the delicious meal, Jena had come on to Maggie, pulling the smaller woman close to her and holding her tightly, running her fingers up and down that smooth skin, undressing her partner, loving her physically in the best way she knew how.

  And thus they’d found themselves in Jena’s bedroom. Naked. Jena couldn’t help but fully ogle her partner, who was ridiculously sexy—moonlight and city lights casting silvery highlights on her dark skin, the smattering of curls leading down to a treasure trove… Jena couldn’t wait a second longer.

  She took one step and got right up to Maggie, holding her face closely as she started kissing her, aggressively, like she’d been waiting years for the opportunity. In a way, she had.

  Maggie gave as good as she got, reaching right down to Jena’s clit and fondling it, using her other hand to slip fingers inside her. Jena might have melted right there, but it was almost like they were in competition right now, two sources of power clashing, then undulating around each other.

  It was amazing, the chemistry they had after so long. Was it love? Was it lust? Was it inexplicable animal magnetism? Jena didn’t care, because she hadn’t ever felt anything like it. Not with any of the girls or guys she’d slept with, in college and beyond.

  The way Maggie responded to her advances was also ridiculously sexy—it wasn’t just how good looking she was, or how skilled she was with her mouth and hands—it was the way they interacted with each other, like it was a dance and they never even stumbled one bit. That was the chemistry, right there. They didn’t trip over each other, or hesitate. They knew just what they had to do.

  Soon enough, they were on the bed, and Jena rolled right over Maggie, their legs tangled, their breasts pressed against each other. Their skins were sticky with sweat, adhered to each other, not that they’d want to spend a moment apart anyway.

  Jena kissed her way down Maggie’s sweet-smelling skin, eager to work her way to Maggie’s sex, but also wanting to take her time, enjoy the journey. Every little moan and whimper Maggie made caused Jena’s own clit to pulse in anticipation. Jena wondered if Maggie was kinky, or if she had any techniques she liked.

  There were so many exciting things to discover, and Jena wanted all the answers right now. She knew she had to be patient, though, because she would find out soon enough.

  Jena paused to crawl back up the bed so she was facing Maggie, reaching up to touch Maggie’s breasts, keeping the connection there so as not to lose the momentum they’d built. Jena knew, though, that this was just the eye of the hurricane. What came next would be intense.

  Jena closed her eyes and felt Maggie’s lips on her neck. Oh, how Jena loved being kissed there… but Jena wasn’t interested in simply taking at the moment. No, she wanted to give.

  Her movements were rough, but her hands were soft as she gripped Maggie’s shoulders and pushed her back onto the bed. They’d reversed positions—Jena was now on top, and Maggie lay beneath her, looking up at her with doe eyes.

  “Just wait until you see how I can make you feel,” Jena purred, as she slid a hand down Maggie’s trembling body.

  “I can’t wait.” Maggie squirmed and bucked against Jena’s hand as though she hoped the movement would cause Jena’s fingers to slide inside her.

  But Jena hovered over Maggie, keeping their breasts and stomachs not even an inch apart so they could feel nothing but heat between them as Jena built anticipation for what was to come.

  “Tell me how much you want it…” Jena whispered in Maggie’s ear.

  “So much…” said Maggie softly. “I want you so much.”

  Jena purred. That was what she liked to hear.

  She lowered herself back down onto Maggie. The space between them was so small, but yet felt so vast, that once their bodies touched again, it was like they were touching for the very first time.

  Jena found Maggie’s soft sex, and she could feel a breath escape Maggie’s lungs as she touched her there. The subtle movement of Maggie’s chest, the light tickle of the air as it whispered past Jena’s ear… even the smallest things were just so precious, as long as they came from Maggie.

  Jena closed her eyes and they both dove into the sensations of each other. Jena could feel Maggie’s sweet wetness surrounding her, and Maggie could feel Jena’s nimble, feminine fingers sliding inside her, filling her gently, touching everywhere she needed to be touched…

  Even if it had only been a few moments, it all felt infinitely more satisfying than any hook up Jena had had in the past. She had no idea why she hadn’t tried for a relationship earlier, even back in Texas.

  Apparently, she’d been holding out for Maggie this whole time and she didn’t even know it.

  The heat built up between them, and soon Jena couldn’t stand it any longer. Instead of simply touching Maggie—feeling her walls, her ridges, her clit—she started sliding her fingers in and out of her. Jena moved slowly at first, even while Maggie moaned an
d seemed to be silently begging for more.

  Though neither of them had had a dry spell recently, there was something special about taking your time with someone you really cared about… and it seemed like they both wanted to take their own sweet time with each other.

  Eventually, though, they got impatient, and even if they wanted to take their time and make love for hours and hours, it didn’t seem like they would be able to. Maggie started bucking against Jena’s hand, getting desperate for that sweet release, and Jena wanted to give it to her.

  Jena smiled, knowing what she was doing to Maggie. She knew she was making Maggie feel amazing—the dripping wetness between them a sure sign—and she couldn’t wait to make her feel even better.

  Jena liked taking the more active role in the bedroom, usually, and she loved that she was in control of her partner’s pleasure. Of course, it was also nice to sit back and relax and be taken care of, but there was something particularly thrilling about knowing you were having this specific effect on someone.

  And it helped her take back control in her own life, too. It was healing to have a space where she was in charge, where she could make all the decisions, where she could be herself.

  It was a microcosm of what she’d been looking for her whole life.

  “I want to taste you,” Jena finally whispered.

  Maggie could feel Jena’s soft breath in her ear and it sent a shiver up her spine. She was shaking with pleasure as it was, so it only added to the involuntary movements her body was already making… But she couldn’t help herself, even if she wanted to.

  Jena loved it, though. She loved making Maggie lose control.

  “Do you want me to taste you?” Jena asked this question only to tease Maggie. Of course she knew what Maggie’s answer would be. And even if Maggie couldn’t get out the words, her body already told Jena everything.

  Maggie’s eyes were screwed up tight, and she seemed to be on another plane of existence entirely, only able to moan and sigh and whimper. But Jena wasn’t going to move until she heard an answer, and Maggie seemed to know this.

  “Yes,” Maggie finally managed to moan, so softly that Jena could barely hear it.

  “What was that?”

  “Yes!” Maggie gasped out, loud enough to actually be heard.

  “That’s what I wanted to hear,” said Jena, kissing the side of Maggie’s neck as she made her way down Maggie’s trembling body.

  Jena left a trail of kisses on her way down to Maggie’s sex, only stopping for a moment to suck and nibble on her tender, pointed nipples. Once Jena’s face was between Maggie’s soft thighs, she gently pushed her legs apart so she could plunge her tongue inside and make Maggie squirm even more than she already was.

  “You taste so sweet,” Jena said, as she licked and teased Maggie’s perfect folds and beautiful little clit. “Better than I could have ever imagined.”

  Maggie threw her head back into the pillow, feeling a heat rising inside her like she’d never felt before. “What about… you?” she finally managed to say.

  Jena hadn’t actually thought too much about her own pleasure. She was getting so turned on by Maggie, though, that she was sure it wouldn’t take her much to get to the place Maggie was at right now.

  “I want to see you touch yourself,” Maggie said to her. “I want us to finish together.”

  Jena liked the idea of the two of them sharing a climax. To reach that point together… There was something so primal, and yet so romantic about it. And the thought that Maggie was going to get even more turned on by watching her, well, that was definitely a bonus that Jena could live with.

  So, Jena brought her free hand down between her own legs, and she moaned out loud once she’d reached her clit. Jena was definitely right in thinking that it wouldn’t take long until she was as worked up as Maggie, because as soon as she started moving her fingers in that familiar circular pattern on herself, she started feeling that sweet, sensual heat well up inside.

  As Jena moved her fingers in and out of Maggie, and at the same time, moved them in and out of herself, she started to feel herself shake, just as Maggie was. They were both getting closer and closer to an explosive orgasm, and Jena was sure that if she timed things just right, she could make herself come at the exact same time Maggie did.

  Jena looked up at Maggie. Her eyes were closed, and Jena could see that she was doing anything she could to stop herself from thrashing as the pleasure was building up to the point where there was no turning back. Soon, Maggie was going to be pushed over the edge, and Jena was going to go with her.

  “I’m gonna cum…” Maggie gasped out, and she grasped wildly at Jena, wanting to embrace her and hold her tightly as she felt herself give in to an explosion of pleasure so powerful that she could have sworn she was seeing actual stars.

  Jena could feel Maggie grinding down on her fingers as she continued to thrash her tongue along her clit. She could feel Maggie’s walls pulsing around her fingers, and she knew Maggie was coming, so she let go and allowed herself to do the same.

  Jena and Maggie came explosively together, shivering and shuddering and quivering wildly against each other, holding on for dear life as waves of pleasure rocked them both, eventually bringing them down to earth like autumn leaves falling softly, blanketed on clouds of post-orgasmic bliss.

  “I feel like I’ve been waiting for that my whole life,” said Maggie breathlessly. She was still lying on her back and staring at the ceiling, breathing hard.

  “Me too,” said Jena, as she pulled herself up to collapse beside her. “Me too.”

  After a moment they used only to catch their breath, they slipped under the covers and held each other, enjoying the stillness of the night. Jena’s apartment was high up enough that they couldn’t really hear the sounds from the street below. It was silent except for the whistling of the wind.

  There seemed to be no reason to exchange words, and neither wanted to break the silence, so Jena ended up thinking about how this experience had been completely different from any experience she had ever had. She had never had such fulfilling sex with someone she truly loved.

  Because it was true—she loved Maggie. She always had. Even when they’d been apart, she’d held a torch for her lost love. And now that they’d finally made love, it had been better than she ever could have imagined.

  But she had one worry now—she had plenty of sexual experience, but what about relationship experience? She had been a child the last time she’d been in a romantic relationship. There were years of experience she’d missed out on.

  She was broken out of her thoughts by Maggie’s question. “Do you usually like to be in control when you have sex?”

  “Um, yeah, but I mean, I don’t mind stepping back and letting my partner take the lead,” said Jena, caught off-guard.

  “Just wondering,” said Maggie, smiling. “I like to switch it around too.”

  Jena laughed, her brain going fuzzy with the post-orgasmic haze of bliss. She was getting sleepy, fast, and she was going to pass the fuck out soon enough. It was good she’d already slipped into her pajamas and brushed her teeth…

  “Callie never wanted to take turns,” said Maggie, babbling on sleepily. “But I like to. Both ways are just so good.”

  “I agree,” said Jena.

  “Good. That means we’re sexually compatible,” said Maggie.

  Jena laughed. “You sound very, very sleepy.”

  “You do too. Goodnight, Jena.”

  “Goodnight, Maggie.”

  Jena adjusted herself under the covers so she could pull Maggie close to her and bury her face against her neck. She couldn’t get enough of how Maggie smelled and tasted, and she wanted to be enveloped in her lover.

  Curled up under the moonlight, holding each other, was how they fell asleep.

  19

  Maggie

  Maggie woke up early the next morning. When she found herself in Jena’s bed, she freaked out for a moment, thinking she had to get
ready for work, and she didn’t have her toothbrush or a change of clothes—and then she remembered it was Saturday.

  With that realization, she pulled herself under the covers again and snuggled up to Jena’s body, relishing the warmth the other woman emitted. That was the best thing about sleeping with a partner, and one of the things she missed most about Callie moving out. There was just something inexplicably safe-feeling about having someone else under the covers with you.

  Jena turned in her sleep and sleepily reached out for Maggie, who was only too glad to squirm her way into Jena’s arms and hold her girlfriend tightly. She took in the warm smell of Jena’s skin and her natural scent, and closed her eyes and sighed. This felt right.

  It was nourishing to her soul in a way that sleeping with Callie never had been. With Jena, Maggie felt like they were two puzzle pieces that belonged together. There was a certain inertia that kept her under the covers, like she was meant to be here and had no business leaving—not that she wanted to.

  She was already wet, but she didn’t want to wake Jena. She’d just have to try to fall asleep again, until Jena herself woke up.

  But she couldn’t. There were birds chirping loudly outside, which was strange, because Maggie had never seen so much as a sparrow in this part of the city—just the brooding pigeons that darted underfoot like shimmering, ash-colored ghosts.

  She closed her eyes, figuring that pretending to sleep was a close second to actually being asleep. But soon enough, she dozed off.

  *

  The two woke up again a few hours later. The sunlight was sharp through the slats of the blinds, and Maggie turned away, squinting her eyes and remembering that she’d woken up briefly earlier. But now, she’d woken up in Jena’s arms, and there was no place she’d rather have been.

  “Good morning, gorgeous,” said Jena sleepily, pulling Maggie closer to her, if that were even possible. They were squashed against each other.

  “Good morning yourself,” replied Maggie, reaching out and kissing Jena on her lips, which were plump and full.

  Now she really wanted to have sex again, but there was no rush. She had nothing to do on a Saturday, and was in no hurry to return home. They had all the time in the world.