The words were simple, but the way Erin looked at her when she said them made Lena’s pulse quicken. They made her remember exactly why she kept finding excuses to be here, no matter how flimsy they were, and why leaving felt impossible, even when logic suggested it was the smart choice.
“Me too,” she admitted.
The kitchen fell quiet except for the soft drip of water from the faucet. They stood there, dishes forgotten, and Lena became aware of how close they were standing—close enough to see the way Erin's breathing had changed, close enough to catch the scent of wine on her breath.
Erin's eyes dropped to Lena's mouth, then back up. "Lena."
"Yeah." Lena's voice came out rougher than intended.
For a moment neither of them moved. Then Erin reached out, her fingers barely grazing Lena's wrist where her sleeves were pushed up. Lena looked down at Erin's hand, at the careful way she was touching her like Lena might bolt. The consideration in that small gesture undid something in her chest.
"I should probably..." Lena started, but the words died when Erin's thumb swept across her pulse point.
"Should what?"
Lena met her eyes. "I don't know anymore."
The admission that her usual certainty had completely abandoned her where Erin was concerned, that all her careful rules and boundaries felt meaningless when faced with this.
Erin stepped closer, close enough that Lena could feel warmth radiating from her body. "Then don't think about what you should do," she said quietly. "What do you want to do?"
That’s all Lena needed. She closed what little gap existed between them and crashed her lips against Erin’s, probing her tongue into Erin’s mouth and tasting the lingering spice from the Thai food. Lena pulled Erin closer to her own until they were flush against each other, their lips still locked and all Lena’s thoughts melted away.
Erin walked her backwards into her bedroom, their lips never disconnecting, and Lena let herself fall to the bed when she felt the wooden frame bump her legs. Erin was right behind her, and by time Erin had repositioned herself on the bed, Lena had already wriggled out of her pants and scooted under the teal-colored comforter. Erin moved closer to her and got under the covers, her eyes darkened and fixed on Lena.
“Come here,” Lena said, her voice rough with desire.
Erin obliged and closed the distance, her soft lips pressing against hers. Lena threaded her hand beneath Erin’s sweater,feeling her soft and creamy skin, and cupped Erin’s breast over her bra before removing her hand.
“Let’s get this off you,” Lena said as she lifted Erin’s green sweater and lightly tossed it to the floor. “Let me get a good look at you, baby.”
Erin’s body was exquisite. Lena traced with her eyes the lines and curves of her waist and hips, marveled at how the black lace of her bra graced over her breasts, and she involuntarily licked her lips.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Lena said, her voice soft and low.
Erin blushed, her cheeks almost as red as her hair, and she ducked her head lower.
“No, keep your head held high,” Lena said. “You’re much too beautiful to hide your face.”
Erin lifted her gaze to meet Lena’s, whose sharp eyes had never left Erin’s face. “You’re gorgeous too. I think that’s why I’m so”—she waved her hands around—“around you.”
“It’s part of your charm.” Lena smiled as her fingers worked the hem of Erin’s leggings without fully pulling them down.
Erin shimmied out of her leggings and kicked them off. They landed on the floor next to her sweater. Lena ran her hand down Erin’s smooth, exposed skin from her shoulder, down her side, over her hip, then back up over her stomach and breasts. She ran one finger delicately along Erin’s jawline then massaged her ear before planting a kiss on her lips. “Like I said, beautiful.”
Lena unclasped Erin’s bra and slid the straps off her shoulders before letting it fall on the bed. She grabbed Erin’s left breast and ran her thumb over and around her nipple as she lowered her face and sucked on her right nipple. When she nipped it gently, Erin let out a moan that made heat pool in Lena’s core.
Lena lifted her own shirt and bra off before lowering herself between Erin’s thighs, nuzzling her nose over the fabric of Erin’s panties. The heady scent made Lena’s heart race and her clit throb, and she continued to nuzzle Erin and blow warm breath on her.
Erin’s contented sighs spurred her on, and she rubbed her thumb on Erin’s clit over the now damp fabric. Erin’s body twisted on the mattress as she writhed from pleasure, and Lena kept the pressure consistent. When she couldn’t take it anymore and had to taste Erin, she ripped off the panties and cast them aside, then buried her face in Erin, flicking Erin’s swollen clit with her tongue. Lightly at first, then with more pressure, until she flatted her tongue and licked the nub. Erin moaned, but Lena could only focus on how good Erin tasted. Lena flickered her eyes up to look at Erin when she felt Erin arch her back.
Lena inserted one finger inside Erin then a second, feeling her walls loosen and make room for her. She pushed her fingers inside as she worked her tongue over Erin’s clit, alternating between licking, flicking, and sucking on the nub. Erin’s back arched more, and Lena placed her elbow on Erin’s leg to steady her and keep her flat on the mattress. She increased the speed of her fingers and curled them upward, finding that soft spot of pleasure within Erin, and Erin cried out as her orgasm crashed over her. Lena kept her fingers inside Erin and felt Erin’s walls clench rhythmically around her fingers, and only when Erin’s body slackened did she remove them.
Lena left a trail of feathery kisses up from Erin’s clit, over her bellybutton and breasts, along her neck, and to her lips. Erin let out a soft purr with each kiss, and Lena sank into the kiss and on Erin’s shoulder.
Erin wrapped her arm around Lena and held her close, and the last thought Lena had before she fell asleep was how comfortable she was and how she could get used to this.
When Lena roused on Sunday morning in Erin’s bed, she was first greeted by the smell of coffee and the sound of quiet movement in the kitchen.
