Eve was really on her couch, feet on the floor, keeled over as if she’d passed out while feeding the kittens.Oh shit.Josie stepped closer, checking to make sure all four kittens were in the playpen, because even a petite woman like Eve could easily crush one to death if she rolled onto it in her sleep. But the kittens were all where they were supposed to be. Eve was responsible even in her exhausted state.
Josie hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to wake her. But that position didn’t look comfortable, especially for a woman with fused vertebrae, and ultimately, it should be Eve’s choice whether she stayed the night. Josie shooed Nigel away and sat beside her, running a hand gently down Eve’s arm. She jerked beneath Josie’s touch, blinking up at her in confusion.
“Hi,” Josie whispered.
“Why are you…” Eve pushed herself upright, wincing as one hand went to her back.
“You fell asleep on my couch,” Josie told her. “I thought you’d gone home when you didn’t come back to the bar after feeding the kittens.”
“Oh.” Eve ran her hands through her hair, clearly disoriented.
“I just closed up.” Josie tugged at her hand. “Come on. It’s late. Let’s go to bed.”
Eve followed her quietly to the bedroom, standing there in the darkness, her body humming with something unspoken as she came more fully back to her senses. Josie wasn’t sure what it was, but she felt it hanging heavily in the air between them. Carefully, she went to Eve, cupping her face in her hands and giving her a gentle kiss. “We can sleep now and save the rest for tomorrow, if you want.”
“I’m notthattired,” Eve responded, hands sliding around Josie’s waist.
“Could have fooled me,” Josie teased gently.
“Well, I’m awake now,” Eve murmured. Her hands slipped beneath the waistband of Josie’s jeans, brushing against her bare skin.
Josie pressed forward, kissing her the way she’d wanted to since she first saw Eve at the bar earlier tonight, the kind of kiss that scrambled her brain and had their bodies moving against each other, seeking contact, creating friction, igniting the fire that always seemed to be simmering between them.
They fumbled with each other’s clothes, pushing down zippers and popping bra clasps, mouths separating only to lift shirts overhead. It was like a messily orchestrated dance as their hips sought every opportunity to press together, moving rhythmically. When they were naked, Josie pushed Eve onto the bed, following her down.
They lay facing each other, still kissing as their hands roamed and teased. Josie palmed Eve’s breasts, loving the way they fit in her hands, small but perfect. Eve’s nipples pebbled beneath her touch, a gasp of pleasure escaping her lips as Josie toyed with them, wanting to memorize every inch of her.
It was so late—or early, depending how she looked at it—and she was tempted to hurry, knowing they both desperately needed sleep. But she didn’t want to hurry. She wanted to spend hours finding out everything Eve liked, the most sensitive spots on her body, all the different ways to make her come.
“Sometime,” Josie murmured as she trailed her hand down Eve’s stomach, “we have to do this when it’s not daybreak, so we can take our time and fuck each other properly.”
“This isn’t proper enough for you?” Eve responded, one hand sliding between Josie’s legs.
She gasped, hips arching instinctively into Eve’s touch. “You know what I mean.”
“Yes.” Eve stroked her, hips jerking as Josie returned the favor. “I do.”
“Good.” Josie matched the rhythm of Eve’s fingers, hips moving together as they brought each other closer to release. “Because it’s going to happen.”
Eve didn’t respond to that, didn’t commit to anything beyond the pleasure of her nimble fingers as they drew circles around Josie’s clit, making her hips buck and her breath hitch. She pressed closer, giving as good as she got, fingers stroking and plunging. She focused her attention—or at least as much as she could manage—on providing pleasure, making a silent pact with herself to bring Eve to orgasm before she herself broke.
And sure enough, Eve tensed against her, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips as she came, her body tightening and releasing around Josie’s fingers. She held herself still, letting Eve ride out her release, feeling her own body tighten with each wave of Eve’s pleasure.
Eve’s fingers moved erratically against her before settling back into her previous rhythm with a vengeance. She swirled and stroked, making Josie see stars. The pressure inside her built steadily, and she pulled Eve closer, needing to feel every inch of Eve’s skin joined with hers as she floated toward release.
“I’m so close,” she panted. They were connected everywhere, foreheads touching, breasts nestled together, hands between each other’s legs, all the way down to their toes, which were arched against each other as Josie used the leverage to thrust her hips into Eve’s.
And then she was coming, release rushing through her, cleansing her of a long, exhausting day, shimmering inside her as if she’d been filled with sequins. She held on to Eve as tightly as she could, gasping for breath as she absorbed every last moment of pleasure.
They stayed like that, facing each other, arms and legs entwined, until sleep began to soften the edges of her brain. And then—because she had tiny lives depending on her—she broke free long enough to set the alarm on her phone before sliding back into Eve’s arms, drifting blissfully into sleep in the comfortable warmth of her embrace.
She woke a few hours later when her phone buzzed, fed the kittens without waking Eve, and slipped back into bed, still desperately tired. The next time she woke, sunlight streamed through the window, and the bed was empty.
She smiled, imagining a replay of yesterday. Again, the smell of coffee permeated the apartment. Josie sat up, still wearing the T-shirt she’d put on to feed the kittens earlier that morning. The clock showed that—like yesterday—it was already past one. She went into the bathroom to freshen up before wandering into the living room.
The kittens slept peacefully in their playpen, but Eve was nowhere to be seen. A piece of paper lay on the coffee table.
Fed them at 10:30. Didn’t want to wake you.
