She appeared in the doorway of the spare room, leaning against the frame, arms crossed, looking at Ellie across the rumpled sheets of the bed where she'd just spent the last two hours with another woman.
"Hey,” she said softly.
"Hey.”
"She's gone."
"I heard."
Becca pushed off the doorframe and walked over to the sofa, kneeling in front of Ellie, taking both her hands. Her eyes were shining, that same brightness from weeks ago, from the bar near Rainey Street where it had all started, but amplified now, deeper, steadier. The night had been good to her, that was for certain.
"I have something that belongs to you," Ellie said. She reached round to the back of her neck and unclasped Becca's necklace, holding it in her hand.
Becca turned around and lifted her hair, letting Ellie fasten the necklace back where it belonged. When Becca turned to face her again she was smiling, and she pulled Ellie into a kiss that tasted of Kelly but was none the worse for it.
"I love you so, so much,” Becca whispered against Ellie's mouth. "But now… reclaim your wife.”
“Hotwife, surely?” Ellie replied, grinning.
“Her too.”
Ellie didn't need to be told twice.
Chapter 10
Ellie pulled Becca on to the sofa next to her and kissed her.
It felt, bizarrely, like coming home after a year, no, a decade away. Some part of Ellie had been holding itself in suspension for the last two hours… her own desire, her own need, her own body's desperate, mounting craving for the woman who was now in her arms again, kissing her back with a hunger that bordered on frantic.
Becca's hands were everywhere, pulling at Ellie's clothes, finding skin, gripping. Ellie fancied that beyond the wine she could taste Kelly on her, there was something new, certainly, something exotic that thrilled her down to her core. The familiar and the foreign: they were doing something to Ellie’s brain that short-circuited whatever remained of her self-control.
"Our room," Ellie said after a few minutes. "Not in here."
Becca understood immediately. The spare room was Kelly's territory tonight, the sheets a mess, the air still carrying the scent of sex and Kelly's perfume. Their bedroom was theirs. That distinction mattered.
They stumbled down the hallway, mouths barely separating, Ellie walking Becca backwards, and when they got through their bedroom door Ellie pushed Becca down onto their bed, their bed, their sheets, their pillows, and climbed on top of her.
Becca was still wearing Ellie's oversized t-shirt and nothing else, and Ellie pulled it off her in one movement before pausing to look down at her. It was strange and exciting… she’d just watched her wife naked be someone else’s, but now she was Ellie’s, not Kelly’s, and there was a possessiveness that flooded through Ellie that wasn’t toxic or controlling, simply fierce and necessary, a primal need to reclaim what was hers.
She pinned Becca's wrists above her head with one hand. Not hard, not forcefully, but firmly enough that Becca's eyes widened and her breath caught. “Yes, like that, exactly like that,” Becca whispered.
Ellie kissed down her neck, her collarbone, the spot where her necklace now sat again, newly returned, teasing around it with her tongue. She kissed lower, between Becca's breasts, and then took one nipple in her mouth, biting gently, harder than she normally would, harder than their usual routine, and Becca gasped.
"You watched her do this," Becca whispered, her voice ragged. "You watched her mouth on me."
"I watched everything."
"And now you're taking me back."
Ellie lifted her head and looked down at Becca. Her wife's eyes looked so alive with what they’d done that night, she was flushed again, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her hands still pinned gently above her head. She looked like someone who had been thoroughly fucked by another woman and was desperate to be fucked by her own wife. There was power there, Ellie realised with surprise, in how desperately Becca wanted to be reclaimed, wanted to come back to her.
"I'm taking you back," Ellie confirmed, and moved her hand between Becca's legs.
She’d never felt Becca so aroused. Never. It was a surprise after what she’d just done, but a very welcome one. When Ellie's fingers slid into her Becca let out a sound that was almost a scream, her hips bucking up violently.
"Sensitive," Becca gasped. "I'm so sensitive, go slow…”
“No chance,” Ellie smiled.
