“Hm.” Charlotte rubs her own cheek absentmindedly. “I wish you could just tell me how you feel, because I really have no way of knowing.”
Riley finally catches on, and crouches over to sit beside Charlotte. She places a careful finger under her chin, forcing her to make eye contact.
As part of the act, Charlotte sighs. “If only I knew how you really—”
“You drive me crazy, Charlie.” Riley cups her face in her hands. “I’m so fucking attracted to you, I feel it in the way my body responds to you, the way I keep wanting to know more about you—”
Charlotte smirks. “I hear you,” she says. “But are you actually into me?”
When Riley’s lips crash into hers, it feels like nothing could have stopped her from doing it. It's different this time: it’s beyond want and need. There’s a desperate urgency in the way they drink each other in.
“I think about you… all the time,” Riley sighs against her lips, pressing soft kisses on her mouth again and again. “I keep imagining—” another kiss, “what it would be like if you were mine. I want to—” and another, “know the things you like. I want to show you the things I like. And I’m scared—” another, slightly longer kiss, “of how much I feel, sometimes, but if I have to tell you this every single day if it means I get to build something with you… I will do it.”
One hand tangles itself into Charlotte’s hair, the other one slides down to her waist, careful not to touch Shaky, who is still wrapped around one of Charlotte’s arms.
When Charlotte catches Riley’s eyes again, she feels it: the intensity with which Riley is trying to express herself. She pulls her in to drive their lips together, as if she’s trying to convey the rest of the message where words aren’t enough. Charlotte feels herself leaning in, searching for as much physical contact as she can get, letting her fingers roam over every piece of exposed skin. Her heart rate picks up as their kiss starts deepening, but Riley pulls back.
“Are you going to let me continue pouring my entire soul out here on this dirty ass floor and not give me anything like ‘hey, Riley, you’re kind of okay too,’ or—”
“Riley,” Charlotte whines, initiating the next kiss, letting it linger for a moment. Then she decides to be completely honest.
“You told me this has always been about love for you, and about coming out for me. But that hasn’t been true for a long time.”
She brings their foreheads together, ultimately dipping her head down and burying her nose in the crook of Riley’s neck. “It’s like what you said months ago: this has never been about me being a lesbian. This has always been about me falling foryou.”
She feels rather than hears Riley’s breath hitch.
“And, well, you just happen to have a vagina.”
“Oh, do I?” Riley drawls, playfully squeezing Charlotte’s side, earning her a yelp and a slap on her wrist.
“I believe so, yes,” Charlotte says, sneaking her fingers under Riley’s waistcoat, lightly scratching the skin near her ribs. She feels Riley shudder in anticipation, and is overwhelmed by an intense amount of want—an intense need to express herself, to lock her words in.
“But I don’t think I deserve the title of lesbian enigma quite yet,” she husks in Riley’s ear, nipping at the lobe.
“Oh... And w-why is that?” Riley asks, but Charlotte knows she knows the answer.
Charlotte presses her face against Riley’s neck, still tracing patterns with her nails while trying to find the right words. She wants this to be good, she wants this to be sexy, so she doesn’t pick any words at all. Instead, she leans back and takes Riley’s hand from her waist and brings it to her mouth. Without breaking eye contact, she folds the thumb and smallest fingers into the palm, and takes the other two into her mouth. Riley’s pupils widen as Charlotte softly sucks on them.
Feeling emboldened by how much this affects Riley, she presses her tongue against the crevice between the two digits, giving her small suggestive kitten licks.
Riley’s groan is a delicious sound low in her throat. “How long do we have?” she rasps.
Charlotte releases her fingers with a pop and looks at her watch.
“If we walk back to the hotel now, we’ll have about an hour until the reception…”
“But I want you here, now,” Riley protests. Charlotte grins, trying to ignore the way her pussy responds to those words.
She points down at the ferret. “You brought him,” she says. “So we’ll have to bring him back first.”
Riley groans again, a frustrated one this time. “Both my wingman and my cock blocker.”
Charlotte shakes her head disapprovingly. “Are you going to keep complaining? Or are you going to let me finally taste you?”
16
The walk back to the hotel is filled with stolen kisses and touches. The slit in Charlotte’s dress is very convenient for Riley to sneak her hand in and squeeze her ass. Riley’s attire makes her body less accessible, but all the more desirable.
