It was in this pause that Anna chose to surge forward, tilting her face up under Brooke's jaw, kissing along the graceful line of her neck. Brooke gasped in surprise, in pleasure, and in an untapped sense of raw desire.
The sound spurred Anna on, her kisses quickly shifted from soft to desperate. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, Brooke was thankful that her tuxedo shirt’s collar was a little higher than an average button down, but all she could focus on was the way that Anna’s tongue felt flicking against her throat. Brooke let out a low hum as Anna yanked her undershirt out of her waistband as well. Her whole body moved into Anna of its own accord. Her hand closed around the necklace she had gotten her and pulled ever so gently, needing, urging Anna closer.
Brooke regretted encouraging Anna to fasten her seatbelt. There was an alternate universe somewhere in which Anna was currently straddling Brooke's lap. It was all Brooke could do to not reach over and physically lift Anna into the exact position she wanted her in. She would have if she was braver, or bolder, or less completely incapacitated by Anna’s teeth sinking into the base of her neck. Brooke moaned at the sensation, as Anna’s tongue soothed the very skin she had just bitten.
She didn’t have to be bold or brave, Anna made it clear she would be both on her behalf.“I respect your request for safety, but Brooke I really don’t care right now,” Anna breathed, hitting the seat belt latch, releasing herself.
Brooke's hands slipped deliberately down to Anna’s knees, gathering the fabric of the hem of Anna’s dress. Her eyes locked on Anna’s searching for any sign of hesitation. There was none. Brooke could parse out want, need, desire, and definitely lust, but there wasn’t even a trace of doubt. Brooke pushed Anna’s dress up as she lifted the smaller woman with ease, setting Anna down in her lap—straddling her lap would be more apt of a description—as Anna’s knees bracketed Brooke's waist. Anna rocked forward into her, her whole body seeking friction.
Anna let out the world’s softest whimper. Brooke’s whole body felt like she was on fire and Anna’s body was the only water in the world that could put it out. Brooke's hands pushed up and under the fabric of Anna’s dress. Her strong, calloused hands grasped Anna’s thighs, reveling in the sounds that fell from Anna’s lips in delight. Anna’s hands tangled in Brooke's hair. With Anna in her lap, Brooke was eye level with Anna’s neck. She leaned forward and traced it with her tongue, determined to chart every inch of Anna. The sound of Anna’s moans filled the backseat. Brooke knew that she wouldn’t go any farther than this in a moving vehicle with Anna, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t devour every visible inch of her. She kissed lower and lower, following the opening of Anna’s dress, exploring every possible ounce of skin.
They both froze as the car pulled to a slow stop. Brooke quickly slipped her right hand out from under Anna’s dress and checked the time. It had been an hour.“We’re probably at Nate’s,” she whispered. Her voice was thick and heavy, laced with completely unfiltered lust.
Anna nodded, her cheeks flushed and pupils blown out.“Okay.” She nodded again, still not moving. They stared at each other, a mirror of disbelief and desire.“Um, right.” She ungracefully dismounted Brooke's lap with a bubbled, giggle of a laugh. She quickly straightened her dress and tugged Brooke's jacket back on.
Brooke barely managed to get her undershirt tucked back into her slacks. She let out a low chuckle as she realized that poor Clarence probably had no idea if he should open the door for them to get out or not. She hit the privacy screen button on the center console. At the slightest crack, she could tell that they had indeed arrived at Nate and Mel’s flat and that Clarence had gotten out. She shook her head.“We probably traumatized him.”
Anna let out another, surprised chuckle.“Oops?”
Brooke leaned back against her seat and let herself just laugh at the absurdity of the situation for a second.“Shall we let Clarence have his car back?”
Anna bit her bottom lip and nodded at her.“Probably,” she whispered, her voice suddenly back to low and sultry.
Brooke opened her own door and tried to stand, falling back into her seat. She had never unbuckled herself. Anna burst into laughter, hitting the latch for her. Brooke felt her blush creep all the way up to the tips of her ears as she weaved back through the shoulder strap so that she could actually get out of the car.“Super smooth,” she muttered, holding her hand out for Anna to use to help her get out of the car.
“It’s cute though,” Anna said with a wink as she took Brooke's hand.
Brooke’s jaw flexed at that. She quickly fished her wallet out of her back pocket, digging for a generous tip to leave for their poor driver.“Thank you,” she said to him, handing him a ridiculous amount of cash.“Have a good rest of your night.”
He nodded, politely, clearly amused by the whole situation and thankful for his tip.
“So,” Anna said as Brooke let them in with the key that Mel had given them to the front door.
“So?” Brooke echoed.
Anna’s eyes dipped back to Brooke's mouth. The look was simply more words left unsaid. Brooke knew they should talk. They should make sure they were on the same page, but dammit she didn’t want to waste another second. Their lips crashed together there in the entryway. Brooke spun around quickly and backed them towards their bedroom. They fumbled their way into the room, Brooke kicking out of her dress shoes and Anna slipping out of her low heels. Somehow, without breaking their kiss the door was pushed shut and Brooke's suit jacket was tugged off Anna’s shoulders. Brooke spun them back, guiding them until the back of Anna’s knees hit the bed. Brooke pressed forward gently until Anna sat back and scooted backwards just a bit.
Brooke’s hands fumbled with the zipper on Anna’s dress. There was some sort of hook holding it together at the top, that was getting roughly an eighth of her attention. The rest of her was focused on the feel of Anna’s lips against her own and how loudly her heart was slamming against her chest. She was worried that Anna would be able to hear it over the sounds of their heavy breathing and the wet sounds of their tongues sliding into each others' mouths.
“Wait, wait,” Anna pulled back before Brooke could get her dress unzipped.
Brooke froze, her eyes widening. Her stomach plummeted, she had crossed a line. She had misread the situation and Anna hadn’t wanted this to go anywhere past kissing.“Anna, I’m so sorry if I”—
—“No, B, hang on. It’s a me problem. I uh…” Anna blushed a deep red. She didn’t continue, her eyes just watered and her eyes searched desperately around the room, looking for a place to land that wasn’t Brooke's face.
Brooke frowned and leaned back, not letting go, but trying to get her face in Anna’s line of sight.“Anna, darling? What’s wrong? What did I do?”
Anna shook her head. Brooke started to spiral. It could be anything from Anna never having done anything with a woman before to her being engaged to someone else. Brooke had no way of knowing.
Anna cleared her throat.“It’s not you, B. Um, I’m actually incredibly self conscious about my back.” She bit her bottom lip and ducked her head with embarrassment. Her sentence hung in the air for a second before she let out a long, heavy sigh.“I told myself to not get in my head about it, but…” Anna flinched.
Brooke didn’t really know how to respond, so she slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of Anna.“Hey,” she said softly, offering a shy smile.“That’s okay.” She wondered how Anna had navigated this in the past with sexual situations, but she really honestly didn’t want the details. They weren’t any of her business and she didn’t want them to be. She just wanted to make Anna feel safe and comfortable, no matter what they did or how far this went.
“My wreck, it left it…” Anna flinched.“And then I had a few surgeries.” She stared down at her hands.“I mean, I’m super fortunate that the majority of the scarring is there, but…” She let out a low whistle.
Brooke nodded, listening, not letting herself jump in to solve the problem. Anna’s discomfort wouldn’t be fixed by Brooke’s flattery. Instead, she picked up Anna’s hands and pressed soft kisses to each of her palms.
“I’m sorry. I feel like I killed the mood,” Anna said with a scrunched up face.
