In between kisses, Gemma whispered against Caitlin’s stomach, “I want to hear you say it.”
“Fuck, yes. I want it. I want you inside of me. I want your mouth on me. I wantyou, Gemma.”
Gemma pushed into her at the same time that her tongue landed on Caitlin’s clit. Caitlin’s head tipped onto the back of the couch, her mouth open in a gasp of pleasure.
Gemma’s mouth was incomparable, and after ten years of yearning, Caitlin never stood a chance. Gemma lit a fire inside of her that no one else ever could.
She knotted her hands into Gemma’s hair, pulling her closer as Gemma’s tongue flicked faster and her fingers pushed deeper with each stroke.
“Oh my God.” Caitlin heard herself moan, the sound coming from so deep within that she barely recognized her own voice. “Don’t stop.”
The pressure was building in Caitlin’s core, threatening to tear her apart. The thought of letting go, of losing her careful control against Gemma’s tongue, unraveled her. She whimpered, submitting to the release.
Caitlin shattered. She groaned and rocked with the waves of her orgasm, holding Gemma’s head firmly between her thighs.
By the time Caitlin looked down, her vision still blooming with hazy lights, Gemma was already staring up at her with a satisfied grin on her face.
Caitlin’s breath hitched when Gemma slowly raised two fingers to her mouth and savored the taste left behind.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Caitlin murmured.
Glistening from exertion in the weak yellow light of the trailer, Gemma was the most gorgeous woman Caitlin had ever laid eyes on.
Gemma climbed to her feet and then fastened the tie around her robe.
Caitlin took a moment before doing the same, needing to make sure she could trust her shaky legs to support her weight. She sat back onto the cushion, and Gemma gracefully folded herself onto the couch next to her. She draped her legs across Caitlin’s lap before gently leaning her head onto her shoulder.
Caitlin hesitantly nestled Gemma’s thighs against her body. They sat together in the quiet afterglow, matching their breaths as their heart rates settled.
“Talk to me,” Gemma said, breaking the silence and placing a hand on top of Caitlin’s.
Caitlin didn’t know where to start—the past, the present, the future? There were too many things they would need todiscuss.
“Did you ever think about us? Before this movie happened, I mean.” Caitlin started with the question that had been burning on her mind for years.
Gemma just stared into Caitlin’s eyes. There was a softness in them that answered her question, but they also held a shimmer of sadness.
A knock at the door interrupted the moment, jolting Caitlin back into the present.
“5 minutes!” A producer yelled from the other side. A startling reminder of the reason they were there.
“Are you ready for this?” Gemma asked, blowing out a breath.
“I think so.” Caitlin glanced down at their hands, still clasped together. “You’re an incredible actress, Gemma. I’ve seen what you’re capable of. If we can both stay present and out of our damn heads, we can do this. Together. I’ll be with you the whole time. You and me, just like it should be.”
Gemma went still, and Caitlin was afraid she had said something wrong.
“How do you know? About my acting?”
Shit.
Caitlin hadn’t exactly planned on telling Gemma about her guilty pleasure, the show she had clung to like a life raft for the last six years. She could still retreat and keep her hand over the embarrassing truth, or she could let this moment offer Gemma a sliver of insight into Caitlin’s own grief.
“I know I broke your heart, and my own in the same process, but I never stopped supporting you, Gemma.” Caitlin squeezed Gemma’s hand a little tighter. “Even though it hurt like hell, since the day I heard you got cast, I’ve followed every scrap of news aboutNYPDIntelligence. I watched every single episode as it aired, just to reassure myself that you were okay without me.”
Another knock sounded at the door, and a voice called through. “We’re ready for you on set!”
They held each other’s gaze for a moment longer until Gemma simply reached for Caitlin and folded her into a hug. Gemma didn’t speak, and she didn’t need to. Caitlin felt, with the sudden clarity of someone who had wondered for far too long, that whatever had led them here no longer mattered. All that mattered were these versions of themselves, here, now. Together. Their story wasn’t finished.
