Julia skimmed her hands over bare arms, tracing goosebumps. “Lie back,” she said gently.
Vic’s pupils flared. For a second, Julia saw the instinctive resistance — the part of Vic that always wanted to negotiate, to control the variables.
Then, slowly, Vic nodded and did as she was told, leaning back against the pillows. She watched Julia with wide, dark eyes, chest rising and falling.
Julia moved over her, one knee against the mattress, one hand braced by Vic’s shoulder.
“Breathe,” she murmured. “You’re safe.”
Vic reached up, fingers curling around Julia’s wrist. “Make me forget about the turkeys,” she said, voice shaky but laced with a hint of her usual humour.
Julia smiled. “Gladly.”
She kissed her again, slower now. Kisses along her mouth, her jaw, the edge of her ear. Soft, open-mouthed brushes along the line of her throat that made Vic arch just slightly, a small sound breaking loose.
Julia swallowed that sound with her next kiss, lingering where Vic’s pulse fluttered.
She could feel Vic fighting it — the instinct to think, to list, to catalogue. She recognised the way Vic’s fingers flexed against her, then relaxed, then flexed again.
“This is your only job right now,” Julia whispered between kisses. “Feel. That’s all.”
Vic’s hands slid up Julia’s back, clutching at the fabric of her top, then slipping under it to find skin.
Heat flared where their bodies touched. Where their legs brushed. Where fingers trailed.
Julia let herself sink into it — the taste of Vic’s mouth, the familiar curve of her waist, the way she responded to even the lightest touch like every nerve ending was wired straight to her heart.
Their kisses grew more frantic for a moment, then slowed again as Julia took control of the pace, guiding them away from urgency and into something deeper. Something that said:We’re not stolen tonight. We’re allowed.
She murmured reassurances against Vic’s skin, even as her hands and mouth mapped out old, beloved territory.
You’re safe. You’re loved. You don’t have to hold anything up right now. Let go. I’ve got you.
Julia’s hands met Vic’s panties and eased them down as Vic raised her hips to help.
She pulled them off over Vic’s ankles leaving Vic naked and beautiful on the bed before her, the soft light giving her body a lovely glow.
Julia knelt between Vic’s legs and dipped her head, kissing Vic’s abdomen, feeling her body respond, her mouth moving lower, across the crease of her groin. Then lower again until she drew her tongue slowly over Vic’s clitoris enjoying the moan it elicited.
“Jules,” Vic whispered, voice thick. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Julia said.
Julia licked her again and again in long slow strokes from bottom to top until Vic was making quiet, unguarded noises, the kind she only ever made when she was right on that line between pleasure and release, between holding on and finally letting go.
“Let yourself fall,” Julia murmured, lips brushing the corner of her labia. “I’ve got you.”
Julia took Vic’s clitoris in her mouth and sucked slowly as the fingers of her right hand found their way inside Vic, pressing insistently as they did.
Julia felt Vic’s whole body rise to meet her mouth, her breathing quicken, her legs begin to quiver.
She felt Vic’s pussy clenching tight around her fingers.
One moment, Vic was still trying to brace against it, trying to cling to some invisible ledge of control; the next, her body shuddered again and she was gone — eyes squeezed shut, breath catching, her whole being surrendering to the wave.
Julia licked her through it, followed by kissing her softly and tenderly after the wave receded, across her pussy, her pubic hair, her groin, hands firm and sure, grounding.
When the shudders subsided, Vic collapsed back into the pillows, chest heaving. For a long moment, she simply lay there, eyes closed, tears leaking quietly from beneath her lashes.
