Riley closes her eyes, ostensibly already getting lost in the mere memory of it.
“Oh.” Charlotte presses her lips together before blowing out a long, steady, satisfied breath.“Well. It seems like you’re going to have a problem, Ri.”
Riley’s eyes fly open in concern. “What? Why?”
“You’re gonna help me make up for fifteen plus lost years.”
12
Charlotte startles awake because of a sound she can’t quite place yet.
She needs a second to remember where she is. Another to realize she’s not the only one in her bed, and one more to remember why.
She glances at the woman beside her; on her stomach, arms tucked in, more than half of the bed sheet clutched, legs sprawled out, one of them crossing Charlotte’s legs even. Her face is pressed into the pillow in such a way it stretches her nose up, causing her mouth to hang open about half an inch. The softest of snores sound from her open mouth every few seconds. It’s absolutely ridiculous and Charlotte can’t help but smile at the sight. Riley probably needs her rest.
They couldn’t have been asleep for more than a few hours. Charlotte knows this because at some point during the night—or morning—the first rays of daylight had come in through the curtains. By that time, Charlotte had already lost count on how many times they had made each other come.
There had been the occasional water, toilet, and oxygen breaks. At least once every hour one of them remarked how ridiculous it was that they were still awake, and how they should probably go to sleep—which the other then would agree to, after “just one more”. But every time one of them finished, the other had been helplessly horny again.
During one of their breaks, Charlotte had looked at the time—it had been a few minutes after five in the morning—and had admitted that Riley might’ve been right about first sessions lasting 8 hours after all.
Charlotte wonders if they ever would have stopped if they hadn’t needed to sleep, or if they’d been at least fifteen years younger.
Letting her eyes roam over Riley’s very naked back, she already knows the answer as her body responds to the sight in front of her as well as the memories from the night before.
Sure, they had both gotten sore at some point, but even that was something Riley had shown her how to handle. The night hadn’t just been endlessly sexy and fun, but also quite educational as Charlotte now knows about at least six more erogenous zones than she thought she had.
She vaguely understands now why people used to burn down entire villages for sex, but she also wonders how any lesbian gets anything done in their life, ever. Would it always be like this?
With a self-judging grumble she reaches out to touch Riley’s back when she hears a knock on the door. Thesecond one in a minute, she realizes; the first one having woken her up initially.
“Charlotte?!”
Gabi. Fuck.
She scrambles out of bed, frantically looking for her hotel robe; under the bed, by the vanity… but she can’t find it anywhere.
“Charlotte! I know you’re in there.”
“Yeah, yeah. Patience, woman,” Charlotte mutters under her breath, giving up her search for the robe and settling on the bed sheet as a substitute. As she yanks it off the bed to wrap around herself, she temporarily forgets about the sleeping person holding onto it, nearly sending her flying off the other side of the bed.
“What the—”
“Shut it!” Charlotte hisses, putting one finger in front of her mouth and pointing the other one at the door.“Gabi,”she mouths, and turns around to answer the door. But with her hand on the handle, she realizes Riley will be center stage if it opens too wide.
Instead, she turns back around and yells: “Gimme a minute, Gabi!” She strides over to the barely awake Riley, tugs her away by the wrist, unceremoniously shoves her into the bathroom and closes the door a little too hard.
She walks to the main door for a second time, but stops herself when she considers what the room must smell like. She quickly opens the bathroom door again, grabs her perfume off the counter, sprays it around the room—and on herself for good measure—and returns it,slamming the door closed again with an apologetic look on her face.
Tightly wrapping the sheet around her torso, she finally opens the door for Gabi.
“I hope this is important enough to interrupt my beauty sleep?” she sneers as she eyes up her friend, who is wearing a light dress, a large floppy hat, and an amused smile on her face when she takes Charlotte in.
“Morning, Charlotte,” she says calmly. “Or… afternoon, I guess.”
“What time is it?”
“Just past noon. I wanted to ask you if you’re up for brunch with us. You’ve missed breakfast and you’re not answering your phone.” Gabi’s expression is still neutral. Friendly. Charlotte suspiciously narrows her eyes.
