The Game Changer - ch 19 (Patreon)

Happy birthday to us all!

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Chapter Nineteen

Abbie was so fucking needy.

She’d never been so aroused in her entire life.

Which was saying something, because she was including actual sexual encounters in that. To the best of her memories’ ability, anyway.

Not even that time in college with Rose herself. Yes – god, yes – they’d had incredible sex, and she’d come so hard.

But… emotionally, she hadn’t been there. Emotionally, back then, it had all been theoretical. It had been centered in confusion, in what-ifs.

Emotionally, right now, she couldn’t be more situated in the present if she tried.

Physically, emotionally, she was completely tied up in Rose.

She sat on the edge of her bed, vibrating with a need that hadn’t lessened even though Rose had gone into the bathroom over twenty minutes ago. Truly, her desire hadn’t abated even a single fucking ounce.

Her clit was hard and throbbing. Even time she shifted even the slightest bit, it sent sparks scattered through her body, made her shudder, made her clench on nothing.

Her nipples felt so sensitive; she wasn’t sure they’d ever been harder than they were right now, rubbing against her sports bra to the point that it was uncomfortable.

But she remained where she was: sitting on her hands. Forcing herself to keep still.

She was only human. And the very real, very human instinct she was experiencing right now told her that if she was intent on following this strict moral code she’d started to enforce, in which she wouldn’t be having sex with Rose until her divorce was finalized, she needed to do something else.

If she wasn’t going to throw the bathroom door open and follow Rose into the shower, she had to take care of herself some other way.

Could she even fucking survive the night if she didn’t?

She’d never felt so much like a teenager before.

Grimly amused, she figured that at least it fit the theme of their date night.

“Ha ha,” she breathed out without being able to summon a smile.

She nearly jumped when her phone vibrated on the bedside table, having completely forgotten that she’d tossed it there when collapsing onto her bed to stare blankly at nothing as she’d tried to make herself not ready to combust.

Breathing out long, slow, and even, she slid one of her hands out from under her butt, allowing herself to grab her phone.

A distraction was good. A distraction might be the best thing for her right now. Might be the only thing that could make her think about anything other than Rose.

The way she tasted. The way her body felt straining against Abbie’s. The fact that she was currently naked in the shower only twenty feet away, separated by a thin door.

“Fuck,” she breathed out, blinking rapidly to focus herself, to center herself.

Norah – 11:01P.M.Okay I am trying to be fine about this but do you have SOMETHING you would like to share with me?

Abbie frowned, reeling back. Great, this was just enough to actually distract her.

Abbie – 11:01P.M.???

Her cousin answered immediately.

Norah – 11:02P.M.How is it that I have to hear from my AUNT that you, my best friend, are officially in a RELATIONSHIP with Rose

Understanding dawned on her, and she felt a little rocked by that.

She’d always shared any relationship details with Norah – but –

Abbie – 11:02P.M.In my own defense, we’ve literally only just started DATING – we are not in a fully labeled relationship btw – a couple of days ago. I haven’t seen you at all since then

She frowned, thinking back on it…

In fact, I haven’t really seen you in a few weeks. What’s that about?

Since moving back home, she’d seen Norah pretty regularly, even if it was just because Norah was swinging by her house for a quick weekend visit.

But she’d been pretty sparse since their hangout weeks ago, having stopped by maybe… once?

Abbie was definitely not blameless, either, given that almost all of her available brainpower and energy had been obsessing over Rose. But she certainly didn’t deserve all of the blame.

Norah didn’t respond immediately this time, though she saw the message right away.

Norah – 11:03P.M.Yeah, I’ve been crazy busy with the Maxwell case. So that’s totally, 100% on me

I absolutely own up to that.

And I officially am dialing back by outrageous upset by at least 80% at not having been told this huge update directly from you

Abbie frowned even deeper at that, because… weird. What a totally strange swing in the opposite direction with barely any real prompting from Abbie.

They’d never actually lived in the same place as adults. Their friendship since college had revolved around communicating via text and calls. And those were more infrequent whenever Norah had a big, stressful case. Her cousin was someone that turned very inward, and became very laser-focused when dealing with a serious responsibility.

So, maybe this was normal for Norah. Maybe she didn’t really have a lot of in-person contact and communication with friends and family when she was working on a big case.

But now that she was thinking about it…

Abbie – 11:04P.M.Yeah… let’s both take the blame 50-50 for the communication breakdown

How about we get dinner this week? I should be available

Abbie’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt as soon as she sent the message, her stomach sinking in dismay.

She would be available for dinners, soon.

She’d have a lot of availability, because the soccer season was officially over. She wouldn’t have practice every night anymore.

And that sat heavily inside of her, for multiple reasons.

First, because she was realizing in this moment, she really would miss spending time with her team. She’d started the year throwing herself into coaching because it was The Next Step. But she was so invested, now.

Second, third, and a million other little reasons – because she was going to miss having this built-in reason to be with Rose.

She’d gotten so used to it in the last couple of months, since Rose had agreed to be her assistant coach. Even if they’d had to miss lunch together, she would see Rose at practice.

And she looked forward to it so damn much. To having both Rose and Cassie there…

Okay, if she needed to find the key to being able to focus on something other than how much she wanted to have sex with Rose, apparently it was being sad about not being able to spend as much time with her.

She could see Norah responding to her, but before the message popped up for Abbie, she heard a loud thunk come from the bathroom.

Loud enough that it startled and alarmed her, and she dropped her phone back to the bed as she hopped to her feet.

“Rose?” She called out as she approached the bathroom door.

“Fuck,” was all she heard back.

Granted, she wasn’t hearing very clearly, given that the bathroom fan was running and so was the shower.

Eyebrows furrowing in concern, she pressed her ear against the door, tapping her knuckles against it again. This time with a little more urgency. “Rose, are you okay in there?”

She could hear more grumbling – she thought – and maybe another swear, but she definitely didn’t hear Rose calling out that she was okay and not to worry.

So, Abbie did worry.

And when Rose didn’t say anything or make any other discernible sounds, but the shower continued, all Abbie could see in her mind was Rose having slipped and fallen and hit her head or something, especially given the current silence.

Her stomach twisted with distress. How long was the appropriate amount of time to wait before going in? Every second counted, especially if Rose was unconscious in the shower.

With that, she reached out and found that the knob was unlocked. Grateful, she opened the door and stepped in, “Rose?”

And then she stumbled to a stop. Her heart rate had started to return back to a safe, normal level.

But that was shot to hell now.

She’d figured, given the glass shower doors, that she wouldn’t be able to see anything clearly. She’d probably just have been able to see Rose’s form through the steam, most likely. And if she was upright, that was all Abbie needed to know.

That – she swallowed thickly – was incorrect.

Very, very incorrect.

Rose was, in fact, not in the shower anymore, even though the spray was still running.

She also wasn’t passed out or unconscious.

She was standing on the outside of the shower, with one of her legs balanced on the lip of the tub, as she’d been apparently looking at her knee?

But she whipped around upon Abbie’s entrance, her eyes widening, her foot slipping off of the tub, causing her to lose her balance.

Moving quickly, reflexes on autopilot, Abbie jumped into action. Moving forward, her arms out, to catch Rose in a cradle against her chest before Abbie could possibly serve as the reason Rose slipped and hit her head.

She might have been diligently keeping her eyes forward – respectfully so – but the image of Rose was burned into her mind.

Her long, dark hair slicked back, water still all over her body. Her naked body. Her breasts – though Abbie had only had a glimpse of her profile – bigger than they were in Abbie’s very clear memories, her hips a little wider, her legs smooth and wonderfully toned.

And her ass had been as well.

Her bare ass, perfectly having been the first thing Abbie had noticed.

The raw, sharp, aching need she’d worked so hard to push away had returned with a vengeance, even though she did everything she could to remain focused.

Rose was in her arms, her entire naked back and ass pressed against Abbie’s front. She’d caught Rose by stepping up behind her so Rose had crashed solidly into her instead of the floor, and her arms had instinctively moved around her waist.

“Are you...,” she trailed off, her voice barely above a breathy whisper, and she had to clear her throat in order to keep going. “Are you okay? What happened?”

She could feel Rose’s full-body shiver against her arms and her hands, could feel the way her breath hitched in the firm press of Rose’s back against her front.

“I’m fine,” Rose muttered, her voice a little sharp, but not directed at Abbie.

She knew the difference.

“I lost my balance in the shower, and slammed my knee against the faucet,” Rose grit out, gesturing down at her leg, which she had out in front of them.

Abbie did her damndest, as she looked down, to not focus on the slope of Rose’s breasts or the way her nipples were so hard, to not even look near her vagina.

How could she possibly stay in control if she did? It would all be over for her.

Thankfully, once she saw Rose’s knee, she didn’t have to fight against her more base desires so ardently.

She gasped at the large red lump that was already swelling right below her kneecap, and the fact that it was still steadily bleeding down Rose’s shin. “Oh my god!”

She jumped into action, her mind moving right into medical mode. As gently as she could, she lifted Rose upright, giving her shoulders a gentle rub. “Can you balance here?” She asked, urgently, but softly.

Rose cut her a baffled look over her shoulder. “Of course I can.”

“Okay, good.” She dropped a quick, comforting kiss on the back of Rose’s neck, right next to her hair, as she stepped back and reached for one of the towels folded under the sink.

She turn turned back to face Rose, holding it out in front of her and stepped in close, wrapping Rose up completely in the fluffy towel. Encasing Rose in her arms for a few seconds, especially when she noticed Rose was shivering, rubbing up and down her towel-covered back for good measure. “There we go.”

Gently, she brought her hands up and scooped Rose’s hair out from under the towel, because – uncomfortable.

And then she dropped into a deep squat so she could examine Rose’s knee.

“Abbie – what–” Rose had started to say, her voice breathy, as she reached back and put a hand on the wall behind her so she didn’t lose balance. “I’m – you’re the one with the boundary around sex, remember?”

Abbie cast a frown up at her. “This isn’t about sex. Now, let me look at your leg.”

“I’m fucking naked, Lemon.”

“You’re in a towel,” she shot back, exasperatedly. And that towel was just long enough while wrapped around Rose to cover her to mid-thigh.

Obviously, Rose was naked, but if she was hurt, there was something much bigger, much more important in play.

The bleeding didn’t seem too bad, she supposed. It wasn’t nothing, either, and definitely would need a good clean-up.

That lump was solid, though, and it was going to hurt like a bitch for –

Rose let out something that sounded like a cross between a groan and a whimper, before Abbie felt her hand land on her head. Then she felt Rose’s hand tighten, much like it had when they’d been making out against the door, tilting Abbie to look up at her.

The firmness in her touch combined with how it felt to be essentially kneeling at Rose’s feet looking up at her like this…

Abbie swallowed thickly, suddenly out of breath.

Rose’s eyes were dark. “I’m. Fine.” She said, pointedly. “Now, I’m going to get out of here, and you stay for your shower.”

There was very little – no – room for argument in her tone, and Abbie’s breath trembled out of her, her clit pulsing back to life in an instant.

“Okay,” she agreed, licking her lips.

“Okay,” Rose echoed, before she let out a deep breath and released her hold on Abbie’s hair, before she side-stepped and walked directly for the bathroom door.

Which she then firmly closed behind her.

And Abbie dropped from her squat right to her ass on the wet tiled floor.

Jesus fucking christ.

***

Abbie showered quickly, finding that apparently no amount of cold water was going to be able to really cool her down.

And mostly, she really wanted to check on Rose while they weren’t naked.

Which, she realized when she opened the bathroom door again, didn’t seem like it was going to happen.

“Woah,” the word escaped her lips as she went to take a step into the hotel room, and found the lights switched off and the room in darkness, the light from around her silhouette in the bathroom providing the only brightness.

She narrowed her eyes to get a clearer view, seeing that Rose was in her bed, laying on her back as she looked up at the ceiling.

Before she could wonder if Rose had fallen asleep in the short time she’d showered, Rose said, “I put your pajamas from your bed on the table next to the door.”

Moving slowly with her confusion, she looked down to, indeed, find her clothes in a small, neatly folded pile.

“Thanks…” she murmured, dragging the word out slowly as she cast another look across the room at Rose.

Grabbing her clothing, she stepped back into the bathroom and quickly hung up the towel wrapped around her body and pulled on her shorts and t-shirt, before opening the door again and walking out.

She kept the bathroom light on, though, because she wanted to be able to have a clear view of Rose.

Whose lips were pursed, her eyebrows were furrowed, and she was staring up at the ceiling like she wanted to burn a hole in it.

Abbie really wanted to walk over to Rose’s bed – also to get another look at her knee – to just… be closer to her for a little while longer. Yes, their date was technically over, but this desire to be close to her – and just plain desire – didn’t go away.

But Abbie was also really familiar with frustrated-Rose, and Rose’s current expression was literally the picture of frustration.

So, instead, she let out a quiet sigh and laid down on her own bed, though not yet under the covers. Shower or not, she still felt too fucking hot, everywhere. She was going to need a long cool down before she was ready to cuddle up under the blankets.

Turning her head to look over at Rose, she cleared her throat. “So, how is your knee?”

“It’s fine,” Rose replied quickly, her tone short, as she reached up and rubbed her fingers at her temples. “I mean, it’s sore but it’s also fine. I’ve experienced worse.”

Abbie nodded in acknowledgement; she’d seen for years in high school Rose’s ferocity on the field, so she knew that Rose had literally taken her lumps.

She twisted her fingers together, biting at her cheek, as she breathed out another sigh.

What the hell had happened, though?

And because this wasn’t high school, because they were dating, and because Rose was so – so good at being open with her now, Abbie decided just to ask, “Did I do something?”

She skimmed through her thoughts of the end of their date, and she didn’t think she’d said or done anything to piss Rose off. But, honestly, her memories were very hazy, fogged over by seriously intense lust. Maybe she shouldn’t have given Rose a weird hypothetical situation?

“Like what?” Rose’s voice cut into her thoughts, and she sounded baffled. “No, you didn’t.”

She let out a relieved breath, because that really wouldn’t have boded well for their budding relationship, would it?

Still, though, she couldn’t yet let it go, because she just couldn’t. There was obviously something off with Rose.

“Sooo if it wasn’t anything I did–”

Rose dragged her hand down, covering her eyes, as she huffed out a breath and cut Abbie off, “I was trying to fucking come.”

And just like that, Abbie felt all of the air sucked out of the room around them. Gone. She hardly had enough to inhale, and even that was choked. “What?”

She honestly couldn’t have expected anything less than that.

“In the bathroom,” Rose’s voice was quiet and tight and measured, as she massaged at the bridge of her nose with her fingertips. “I hit my knee so hard because I was pressing my hand against the tile, and I lost my balance.”

Abbie couldn’t believe she’d thought that she was going to cool down.

With Rose telling her that she’d been in the shower touching herself, Abbie’s clit fucking ached. She’d managed to get to a point where she was simply uncomfortably wet – even after the shower – but her clit had no longer been painfully sensitive.

That was back with an alarming speed.

She crossed her legs at the ankles, squeezing her thighs together tightly. Which was also stupid, because that just made her even more aware of how turned on she was.

“Oh,” she breathed out, faintly dizzy.

Rose dropped her hand heavily to the bed. “Yeah.”

“And… that is why you’re frustrated,” she surmised, digging her teeth into her bottom lip as she continued to rhythmically squeeze her thighs together.

So apparently she was a masochist, whatever. She wasn’t going to stop. Couldn’t, actually.

Rose wasn’t frustrated with her. She was sexually frustrated.

A soft whimper escaped the back of her throat before she could bite it back.

Rose hummed in affirmation, the sound, indeed, very frustrated.

“You know,” she had to pause, to clear her throat because it was so hoarse she could barely hear herself over the rushing of blood in her ears. “The bathroom is available now. If you wanted… to try again.”

She was suddenly overwhelmed by mental images of Rose in the shower.

Her gloriously naked body – the body Abbie had laid eyes on twenty minutes ago – under the shower spray, water sluicing over her body. Her hand between her legs, working over her clit, as she thought about Abbie…

Abbie almost moaned out loud. Maybe she needed to go back into the bathroom for a few minutes. Hell, with how turned on she was right now, probably a minute. Maybe even thirty fucking seconds.

If not, she certainly knew what she’d be doing to herself if Rose decided to take her up on that offer.

Rose let out something that was a cross between a growl and a groan, both frustrated and needy, and she smacked her hand down against the mattress with it. “I can’t,” she muttered, heatedly. “Because I didn’t bring my vibrator on this trip, because we’re taking things slowly and it was a trip with the team, so I didn’t think…”

She trailed off, and Abbie could see the way she worked her jaw back and forth in agitation.

Abbie was absolutely positive she’d never been so aroused in her life. She could literally feel herself dripping, her stomach muscles flexing as she clenched her stomach. Forcing herself to maintain control.

“Because,” she licked her lips, suddenly feeling so parched. “You can only come with a vibrator.”

“Yes,” Rose confirmed, sounding absolutely livid by that fact. “And that’s been the truth for my entire damn life, but I thought there was a chance because I’m so turned on right now…”

She trailed off, her breathing a little faster than typical, as she stared up at the ceiling.

Abbie stared at her, keeping her own hands firmly placed on her stomach, literally clutching her shirt to ensure they didn’t move anywhere they shouldn’t. She trailed her eyes over Rose’s perfect profile, the gentle slope of her nose, the sweet bow of her lips, that sharp jaw… then down over her shoulders, the rise of her breasts, the way she seemed to be almost vibrating with the tension she had to be feeling.

It was the same thing Abbie was feeling.

And it was untenable.

Truly. She was one hundred percent sure that neither of them would be able to get any sleep tonight, not with the way they were both feeling.

And Abbie… she was a problem solver.

“You’ve always needed a vibrator to come,” even saying that aloud made her shiver, “Except for the night you were with me.”

She literally saw the way Rose shuddered, before she heard her groan. “Fuck.” Rose reached up and scrubbed both hands roughly over her face. “Yes, Lemon, I am well aware of that right now.”

“I could… help,” the offer fell from her lips eagerly, and her own clit pulsed in response at the suggestion.

God, what she wouldn’t give in this moment to help.

Rose’s eyes snapped open widely, and she quickly turned to stare at Abbie, her mouth a little slack, even as the look she gave her was incredulous. “You – but I thought you wanted to wait until…”

She steadily held Rose’s gaze with her own. “Yes, I do want to wait. We just had our first date, Rose,” she jokingly chided.

Rose narrowed her eyes at her. “Then what–”

“I’ll help,” she cut in, firmly.

Knowing that Rose was watching her every movement, she untensed her arms, and slowly dragged her shirt up. Not taking it off, but up… up…

Until the hem was bunched over her chest. Her stomach and the very bottom of the swells of her breasts were visible, but – really – nothing more indecent than she’d wear in public.

Which meant that it was appropriate right now, right? In whatever logic Abbie could possibly summon right now, even if it was a little warped, it all made sense.

She could hear the way Rose’s breathing got heavier and she shivered, wondering if Rose could see. She hoped she could.

Swallowing tightly, managing to control her own breathing as much as she could, she stroked one of her hands over her stomach.

Her own touch didn’t do even half of what Rose’s would do to her, but she was so starved right now, it was at least something.

“Outside, when you touched my stomach…” She trailed off, her breath catching in her throat at the memory of the sensation. “I think you really like to see me like this.”

Rose was still staring, her ragged breath filling the room around them, as she devoured every movement Abbie made.

“You did, right?” She challenged, arching a look at Rose. Demanding an answer.

“Uh-huh,” Rose provided, biting her bottom lip so hard, Abbie wondered if she would draw blood.

“Then I’ll keep my shirt up like this, so you can look.” She lightly ran her own fingertips down her stomach, until she reached the top of her shorts.

“God,” Rose breathed out, tremulously. “Are you…”

“If you’re asking if I’m just as wet as you are? The answer is yes. My need to wait for us to take this all the way doesn’t mean that I’m not aching for you to touch me. To taste me. You really have to know that.”

She dipped her fingertips into the waist of her shorts, then, stroking back and forth over her own heated skin. She arched into her own touch when she heard Rose’s answering whimper.

But she didn’t allow her eyes to blink closed the way they wanted to. No, she made sure to look across the short distance between their beds.

Rose was staring, gripping her comforter like she might rip a hole into it, her eyes dark and hungry. “Are you doing to touch yourself? Right now?”

“I – fuck, I really want to. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight if I don’t.” Yeah, Abbie was pretty sure that at this point, if she even so much as touched her clit, she would come. “But my answer to that really depends on you.”

“How so?” Rose breathed back, but her tone was that sinfully perfect demanding tone.

Abbie stilled herself, making sure not to move any lower no matter how much her body wanted it. “On if you think it’s going to help you come. Even without a vibrator. I think we should see if we can continue my streak.”

Rose’s breathing was labored even as she rolled her eyes, “Can we call it a streak if it happened once?”

“Multiple times in one night,” she forcefully corrected. “And, look, I know that I’ll be able to come – very easily – like this. If you want to be difficult about it and not even try… that’s up to you.”

She used her other hand, sliding back up her stomach slowly, watching the way Rose’s hand flexed against her mattress. Knowing that Rose wanted desperately to be the one touching her, and it gave Abbie such a heady thrill, she wasn’t sure she’d ever come down.

“I want to try,” Rose’s voice was guttural, and it clawed into Abbie, gripping at her.

“Tell me that you actually believe you’re going to come for me,” Abbie demanded, holding her hand right at the hem of her pushed up shirt. Toying with it.

She’d never gotten such a rush from teasing someone before, but she’d never been desired the way she was by Rose before, either.

If she pushed her shirt more than an inch higher, her rock-hard nipples would be on display.

And she was at the point where she couldn’t fucking care. She wasn’t touching Rose, was she? So, this was fine.

“I believe it,” Rose agreed, and she didn’t even sound reluctant.

She sounded eager and needy, and exactly what Abbie wanted to hear.

“Good. Then lay on your back again, but keep your head turned toward me. Unless, of course, you don’t want to watch me.”

“The fuck I don’t,” Rose muttered, laying expediently on her back and keeping her eyes firmly affixed on Abbie.

“I want you to do exactly what I’m doing to myself,” she said – and then she choked on her next inhale.

Rose wasn’t teasing Abbie, and she wasn’t caring about how much she was showing her.

Because she pushed her little silk tank top completely up, baring her breasts entirely. Abbie’s mouth fell open, a wanton cry escaping the back of her throat at just how much she wanted to have her mouth on Rose’s nipples.

And then Rose’s hand went right into her shorts, not pausing the way Abbie’s was, either.

No, Rose was fucking touching herself. The movement was obscured by her shorts, of course, but it was very clear by the way her hand was moving that she was stroking her clit, and she was pinching at her own nipples, and those little needy sounds were falling from her throat as she rocked down into her own hand.

“Holy…” Abbie breathed out, and decided – okay, then.

She leaned up just enough to take her shirt completely off, tossing it to the end of her bed, so Rose could see her.

“Abbie,” Rose breathed out, her breasts heaving with every breath she took, as her eyes feasted on Abbie.

“Is your clit hard? Mine is. So, so fucking hard. I’m scared to touch myself so soon because I know I’ll come,” she murmured, toying with her own nipple, arching into her own touch.

Rose whined, nodding quickly against her pillow. “So hard. Aching. I – I, ah, god,” she panted out, straining against her touch.

“Stop,” Abbie ordered, a tremor in her voice because she could barely keep herself together.

But she’d offered to help, and she was going to make sure Rose had an orgasm tonight.

Rose frowned, her eyebrows furrowing, as she continued to touch herself. “But – I–”

“I said stop,” she repeated, more firmly, staring Rose down.

She huffed out a breath, but the movements of her hand stilled.

“Do you remember when we spent the night together?” She asked, holding Rose’s eyes with her own.

“Yes. Vividly,” Rose readily answered, a little out of breath.

“I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on you.” She could still remember it. How she’d been able to tell that Rose was going to come, but Abbie had needed a taste first. “And it’s the first thing I’m going to do to you when I actually touch you.”

A long, keening moan escaped Rose’s throat, as she twisted at one of her nipples, the movement desperate.

Abbie knew the feeling.

“When I have you again, Rose, I’m going to taste you until I’ve gotten my fill. I’m going to lick around your clit, starting slow because I know you’ll get so frustrated and want even more.”

Rose moaned, nodding jerkily.

“Start touching yourself again. Slowly,” she ordered. “And keep looking at me.”

Rose’s eyes were so heavily lidded, but she did as Abbie said. Her hand started moving again, with less rushed desperation.

Her hips arched into her touch immediately, her mouth falling open, but she kept her eyes on Abbie.

Who brought her hand up from her breast to her lips and sucked on her own finger. She could no longer hold Rose’s eyes with her own, because Rose was fixated on her mouth.

Abbie made a show of dragging her wet fingertip over her bottom lip, before she moved down, pinching her own nipple again, watching Rose’s rabid stare follow her every inch.

And then she slid her other hand down, making a point to deliberately widen her thighs so Rose took notice, as she made contact with her pussy for the first time.

“Fuuuck,” she groaned, long and low, as she felt her clit pulse against her fingers.

It took everything to keep her eyes open and on Rose, whose breath was coming faster and harder, her body trembling as her muscles started clenching on every exhale. Like her entire body was fighting for her to fall into her orgasm.

“You know, Rose, I might come when I taste you again. I really might. Because just thinking about it right now has me on the edge,” she promised, keeping her touch deliberately light on her own clit.

Needing not to come yet, to hold on even if it was by a thread.

“Abbie,” Rose breathed out, and her thigh was quaking now.

“Can you feel it?” She asked, rocking her hips down into her hand. “Do you think you’re going to come for me?”

“Yes,” Rose answered, immediately. “Yes, I’m going to. I’m – oh my god – I’m going to–”

Rose’s head pushed back into the pillow as her torso bowed up and she was shaking, falling head-first into an orgasm.

And Abbie’s followed suit immediately after, just at the sight.

She fought to keep her eyes open, fought to keep watching Rose. Because she needed to, she needed this. She’d done this to Rose, and it was something only she could do, and –

She cried out, loudly, as her own orgasm wracked through her body, the waves longer and more intense than any other orgasm she could fucking remember.

Abbie continued to rub her clit as she shook and trembled, refusing to miss a single second of coming like this. Especially because it seemed like Rose had found some sort of orgasm-nirvana, the cries and groans continuing for long moments even after Abbie’s orgasm faded, her body continuing to tremble and shake.

All Abbie could do was stare, was drink it in. Drink in Rose like this, in the throes of pleasure and passion, at her rawest, most vulnerable form. Something she gave completely over to Abbie.

When Rose dropped her hand to her side and stilled, that was also when Abbie took in her own first inhale in far too long. She hadn’t even realized she’d been holding her breath.

“Well,” Rose was still breathing heavily, first staring up at the ceiling again, before looking at Abbie. “You can officially say you have a streak, now.”

Rose’s eyes widened, like she had forgotten that Abbie had gone completely topless. Even though she’d obviously just had an incredibly intense orgasm, she shuddered again.

Abbie had much more clarity in her mind now than she had in the last ten minutes, though, and she sat up and reached down to grab her shirt. Quirking a small smile at Rose, she tugged it on over her head.

“I admittedly do feel very proud of myself,” she acknowledged.

Frankly, she wasn’t sure when she’d ever felt more of a rush, more powerful, sexier – everything – than she had watching Rose come.

“I would love to rib you about it, Lemon, but I’m tired and satisfied and a little in awe of you tonight, so…” Rose trailed off, continuing to look at Abbie like she couldn’t get enough.

Even when Abbie could see exactly what Rose had said – she looked sleepy now, and satiated, and totally blissed out, and…

“Pull your shirt back down, please,” Abbie requested, softly.

It was a painful request of her to make for herself, but also necessarily right now.

Rose frowned at her, before looking down at herself and tugging her shirt back down. Abbie could see the slightest hint of self-consciousness edging in.

And to stop it, she got up and closed the distance between their beds. “I’m a cuddler. And if you kept your shirt like that, things would take another turn tonight.”

Rose, laying there with her cheeks flushed and her dark hair damp and messy on the pillow looking like some sort of real-life Disney princess, blinked up at her, like she couldn’t quite put together what Abbie was saying. “You… want to cuddle in my bed?”

“Yes,” she responded, dragging the word out slowly, amusedly. “Unless you don’t?”

Huh. If Rose wasn’t someone that enjoyed cuddling after sex – or even just cuddling in general, especially before going to sleep – she guessed it was good to know that now.

Rose didn’t look opposed, but she did look thoughtful, as though she wasn’t sure how she felt, either.

But she scooched up and maneuvered under the blanket, holding it up for Abbie to join her.

She didn’t hesitate, climbing in and pressing herself against the length of Rose’s body. Inhaling deeply, the smell of Rose’s shampoo and her body wash and sex all in one enticing moment.

“How do you want to do this?” Rose asked, haltingly, still laying on her back.

Unable to stop herself from chuckling, Abbie tilted her head down at her from where she was balanced up on her elbow. “However you want. Do you want to be big spoon? Little spoon? Do you want me to hold you while we lay like this–” She gestured at the position Rose was in now. “Or you hold me, or–”

Wordlessly, Rose seemed to make her decision, and she turned to curl up on her side, facing away from Abbie.

Rose picking to be little spoon was absolutely delightful to Abbie, and she wasted no time in cuddling up against Rose’s back, Rose’s butt cradled in her hips, before she gently stroked Rose’s hair out of the way so she could rest her head on the pillow behind her. Then she trailed her hand down, and slung it over Rose’s hips.

It was a little crazy how well they fit together like this.

A little crazy how utterly enamored she felt.

How full her heart was, holding Rose against her like this, breathing her in. Especially when she felt Rose’s body relax into hers, muscle by muscle, until she was entirely laid back against Abbie.

“I’m sorry,” Rose’s voice was so quiet, and her words were so unexpected and confusing, it took Abbie a moment to register it.

“Huh? Sorry? For what?”

“For…” Rose took a deep breath, pressing her back into Abbie’s front very firmly. “You wanted to take things slowly, and I’m the one who told you that I was masturbating in the bathroom.”

Abbie gently slipped her hand under Rose’s silky top, unable to help herself. Pressing her palm against Rose’s stomach, holding as she then took in a long, deep inhale. Calming. “Please don’t apologize, Rose. I’m the one who really started that; I don’t believe you were instigating when telling me about your frustrations in the shower. It wasn’t like I asked you before I did that, either…”

Which, really, wasn’t necessarily Abbie’s style. But she’d already been half out of her damn mind.

Besides… mutual masturbation wasn’t the same thing as full-on sex. Abbie could make that work in her mind. Sex could wait…

Rose brought her hand down, pressing against Abbie’s, holding her there against her stomach. “I was ready. I’m fine with waiting because you want to wait.” She caught and held her breath for a moment, before saying softly, “But I would hate myself if you regretted this.”

“I don’t,” she firmly assured Rose, shaking her head. “Regret is the last thing I feel right now. Just because we aren’t having sex-sex doesn’t mean we can’t do… other things.”

She felt Rose relax against her once more, a smile tugging at her lips at the feeling.

“Good. Because it could have really sullied our first date, otherwise,” came Rose’s tart reply.

Abbie laughed, dropping her lips down to Rose’s bare shoulder to place a kiss there. And then she didn’t move, staying cuddled in so close. “Eh, we’ve been through worse.”

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