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Returning after a much-needed mini summer break!

Faircombe Summer Shindig

Was there anything better than waking up to an orgasm that promised to roll through your entire body on a summer morning while the sun streamed brightly in through the windows?

Taylor was on the brink of delirious pleasure as the errant thought hit her, and she rolled her hips down harder against Brooke’s face. She tightened her hand in Brooke’s hair, adoring how the sunlight filtered through the strands. Her hand in Brooke’s hair while the morning sunlight fell over them as Brooke at her out like her life depended on it was an image worthy of any art museum in the world.

She’d know; she’d been to hundreds of them.

And then – then she couldn’t think anymore. Not logical thoughts, anyway, as Brooke did that thing with her tongue against her clit, and –

“Oh my god, Brooke, yes. Yes, right there. Right there,” she encouraged, unashamedly rolling her hips down faster, chasing down her orgasm.

Taylor had experienced many lovers in her life, and most of them had their merits. She enjoyed sex, and she didn’t have any hangups about that.

But, “Fuck!” She cried out, her breath catching in her lungs as she reached up and gripped the headboard with her free hand. She had to hold onto something while this orgasm built higher and higher, because she was going to fucking crash out with it.

Brooke ate her pussy with the single-minded dedication and focus that she approached everything in life with. She licked over Taylor methodically, with a sharp precision to exactly the places that drove Taylor right to the brink.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she couldn’t stop her chant if she tried, but she wasn’t trying. She didn’t even feel like she was in total control of whatever words left her mouth as her heel dug into Brooke’s back.

She felt it, felt herself just on the cusp of coming when Brooke laved her tongue over her clit at the perfect speed, the perfect rhythm, and –

She felt Brooke hum against her, the vibrations working absolute magic throughout her entire body.

Her toes curled, and her thigh started to twitch, and she formed a tight fist in Brooke’s hair, unable to let go. Artwork. Brooke’s head bobbing ever so slightly, her head under Taylor’s palm, as Taylor came into her mouth –

She snapped her head back, giving herself over to the orgasm, letting it take her away.

The waves rocked through her body as Brooke continued to lick her just right. As Brooke continued to flick her tongue over Taylor’s clit, wringing every ounce of pleasure from Taylor’s body that she could possibly have to give.

And she could hardly fucking breathe with it, her eyes tightly closed as she rolled her hips harder into Brooke’s face, then quickly pulled away, then repeat. Chasing the intensity of the sensation as much as she could, before it became too much, and she rocked back from it. Every movement making her shudder all over again.

She collapsed onto the bed when she simply couldn’t take any more, her leg falling from over Brooke’s shoulder, her hand falling tiredly from the headboard onto Brooke’s empty pillow next to her.

Brooke dragged her tongue over Taylor one last time – not just her clit, but all the way down from her entrance, then back up, licking her clean. Taylor hadn’t even caught her breath enough to moan at the sensation, shivering at the pleasure mixed with the overstimulation.

Which, frankly, was perfect for her. Going right to the brink, but not over… and Brooke then stopped, just the way she knew Taylor needed.

“That… was definitely a good morning,” she murmured. She kept her hand in Brooke’s hair simply because she enjoyed the connection, as Brooke looked up at her from between her legs.

Taylor covered her lips and chin, and somehow, it made her clench all over again even though she definitely couldn’t come right now.

“Best one I’ve had in two weeks,” Brooke agreed, as she moved back to her spot in bed next to Taylor, her entire body pressed against her side, still touching.

Taylor appreciated that, because she wasn’t ready to release Brooke. Not even close to ready. She turned into her side to face Brooke completely, slinging her leg over her hip to keep her close, as she ran her eyes over Brooke’s face.

She loved morning Brooke. Late-night and early-morning Brooke were two of her favorites – though, she had many other favorite-Brookes, admittedly. But this was usually Brooke at her softest.

And she hadn’t gotten to experience that much at all because of work. Specifically, because the Faircombe Summer Shindig, a two-day celebration, was afoot. Bigger and better than ever before this year, and Brooke had been extremely busy. Taylor was busy, too, but she didn’t have to be up and out of bed to be at City Hall bright and early, not the way Brooke did; she wasn’t beholden to a strict schedule the way Brooke was, exactly how she required it.

“Being busy with work sucks. What’s that about?” She winced, dramatically. “It’ll never catch on.”

Brooke breathed out a laugh even as she rolled her eyes. “I’ll write a letter to the mayor in protest.”

A slow, sly grin tugged at her lips. “Good. I have a sneaking suspicion she will let you out of whatever work duties you request.”

Taylor flexed her leg, pulling Brooke even closer to her, rocking their hips together.

Even as she felt the electrifying heat zing through her veins at the contact, she kept her eyes open. Wanting – needing – to watch Brooke’s face.

Watch the way her lips fell open, the way her eyes fluttered closed. The arousal was etched right into her face, clear as day, and even without really touching her yet, Taylor knew that Brooke would be dripping for her.

She rocked her hips into Brooke’s again, grinding into her. “I can’t wait to make you come for me.” She started a rhythm against Brooke, grinding into her, reveling in the way Brooke’s body arched into hers, like she couldn’t possibly control herself. She reached up, scratching her hands down Brooke’s back, loving the way it made her shudder. “You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?”

Brooke blinked her eyes open, nodding without hesitation, which was how Taylor really knew Brooke needed this. How she knew for certain that Brooke had also missed morning time together. Because normally, Brooke would have a quip or a retort for her, even when her pussy was dripping, aching to be touched.

There was such a thrill in this – maybe even a thrill bigger and better than actually coming. A thrill from being the person who reduced Brooke to this. Her hips pushing against Taylor’s, quiet needy sounds escaping her throat.

Taylor’s entire body thrummed back to life with the need. Not to come, herself, but the need to make Brooke come so hard.

Before Brooke could say anything, before Taylor could take action, they both jumped at the sound of the knocking on the front door.

Taylor reeled back with a frown. “Who is knocking on our door at this ungodly hour?”

And she knew it was an early hour because Brooke hadn’t even gone downstairs to get coffee, yet. Even on the mornings where she left long before Taylor, Brooke always went down and got herself a coffee, and would come back up to bring Taylor one, too.

There was no coffee on the bedside table, though, so – early.

“Brooke?” Marisa’s voice, however muffled, filtered through to them.

“What is Marisa doing here so early?” Taylor asked in a whisper, as if Marisa would somehow be able to hear her from outside.

“Helloooo?” Savannah added on, with another knock.

“And Savannah?” Taylor tacked on.

Brooke groaned, squeezing her eyes tightly closed. “They’re here to help bring the fucking gift baskets for the raffles. The ones we assembled last night.”

Right. Because they needed to leave soon and go finish the setup for the shindig, and they needed to display the prizes for the raffles. Taylor had overseen the assembly herself, thank you very much. And there was no way they’d all fit between hers and Brooke’s cars.  

Taylor groaned. “Do you think they’ll go away if we don’t answer the door?”

“Your sister?” Brooke scoffed. “She’s going to let herself in with her spare key any minute now.”

She knew Brooke wasn’t wrong, but she wasn’t yet ready to let go of fucking Brooke. Like, she wasn’t even close to letting it go.

“I realize that they’re here to be helpful,” Taylor acknowledged, groaning with it. “But, for once, I’d love a little less of that helpful spirit.”

“Wow,” Brooke drawled, still sounding a little breathless. Enough to keep Taylor’s fires stoked. “You’re usually the magnanimous one between the two of us.”

She locked her leg against Brooke’s hip, tugging her closer again. Taking a deep satisfaction in the way Brooke’s eyes widened, before a long, low moan escaped her. That’s right.

“I am…” She leaned in, dragging her lips over the side of Brooke’s neck. Breathing her in. “But is it a crime to want to fuck you?”

Brooke strained against her, releasing a throaty moan against her ear that made Taylor shudder.

“Definitely not the worst crime you’ve ever committed, that’s for certain,” Brooke murmured back, digging her nails into Taylor’s back.

“Brooke, Taylor? We’re actually a little alarmed, now,” Savannah’s voice called up, now very clearly from the bottom of the stairs.

Disappointment slammed through Taylor like a freight train. Groaning, she dropped her head against the pillow.

“Ummmmm, coming upstairs now,” Savannah’s voice drifted even closer. “I’ve never known you to sleep in like this, especially on the day of a big event for the town? Concerned for carbon monoxide poisoning.”

Taylor’s head popped up from the pillow, as she called back, “We didn’t die from carbon monoxide!” She shouted back with a laugh.

“Well, Jesus, Taylor,” Savannah snorted. “I told Marisa to wait outside while I came to check on you two, just in case.”

“That’s very chivalrous of you. But we’re fine! We’ll be down in a minute.”

“We’ll start loading up our car,” Savannah sang back, “While you two get ready…” She trailed off, knowingly.

“We should have never told them to come over this early.” Brooke’s voice was surly and almost petulant in a way Brooke never was, and a little bit of lightness broke through Taylor’s throbbing disappointment.

A smile stole over her face as she stared down at Brooke, then reached down to trace her thumb over Brooke’s pouty bottom lip.

“You’re more reluctant to get up than I am when we have a work event to get to… who are you and what have you done with the love of my life?”

Brooke’s eyes glinted back at her, as she nipped her teeth into Taylor’s thumb. “You came this morning.”

“That I did,” she murmured, before rolling her hips forward again, grinding into Brooke with delicious intent.

An intent that they both knew she couldn’t follow up on right now, but Taylor couldn’t help herself.

Brooke’s eyes closed at the sensation, her lips parting on a breathy moan that surged right to Taylor’s own clit.

And if she was feeling that way, she could only imagine how Brooke was feeling. Unfulfilled. Needy.

Taylor could tease Brooke throughout the entire day and set them up for a desperately needed payoff tonight when they came home.

But Taylor was benevolent – also, never known for her patience or for denying herself. And there could be no mistake: Taylor making Brooke come would be just as much for herself as it would be for Brooke.

And idea and the plan to execute that idea swiftly took root in her mind, she reached up and slapped her hand lightly on Brooke’s ass, energized by it.

“Come on. We can’t keep Savannah, Marisa, and the town of Faircombe waiting.”

Brooke’s eyes narrowed at her in suspicion at her sudden upbeat attitude, but Taylor merely smiled back. She’d see soon enough.

***

Here was the thing about Taylor Vandenberg: she’d never been particularly good at hiding how she felt. She’d certainly never been good at not pursuing what she was interested in. It wasn’t like she didn’t have self-control; she wasn’t, like, lawless.

She simply had a very strong sense of self, coupled with an extroverted personality, and a relative lack of fear when it came to things like social situations and exploration.

She’d never been worried about marching to the beat of her own drummer.

Which was why, as she found herself standing on the steps of City Hall, surveying town square, she felt a sweeping sense of accomplishment.

She was the fucking mayor, and everyone who didn’t like that could cry about it. Faircombe was slowly but surely becoming one of the friendliest LGBTQ+ destinations in the South. Recently, they’d topped the list – not on her own website or any affiliation – for Questing While Queer as one of the best small towns to visit in the country.

So, yeah, she felt very prideful when she looked around at the Summer Shindig.

She couldn’t take credit for the event itself; that had happened in Faircombe throughout her entire life. It had become bigger and better before she arrived back in town, all courtesy of Brooke.

But she could take credit for the bold and very present rainbow themes, the fact that two of their music performers were queer, and there would be a drag show tomorrow night, as one of the closing events.

Somehow, in the biggest twist of events in her fucking life, she’d decided to stop running here, in Faircombe, and… she was happy. Happy and unashamed of basking in it.

And right now, she was feeling particularly unashamed of just how much she desired Brooke. Her arousal hadn’t faded in the last couple of hours, not at all.

It was no secret that Brooke took a lot of pride – in a much quieter, subtler way than Taylor – in a job well-done. And currently, as Brooke was walking around with her checklist to make sure everything was running as it should as day one of the two-day shindig was starting, she was diligently making sure her job was well-done.

Taylor took a lot of pride – and more than a lot of appreciation and enjoyment – about the fact that Brooke wasn’t walking around in any sort of business-wear. She was pretty sure that before them, Brooke would have worn her suit around, even though it was sweltering hot. Dedicated to professionalism, and wanting to be seen that way.

Which, Taylor knew, went psychologically deeper than Brooke would often like to admit.

And Taylor did love seeing Brooke in her professional garb; she looked hot in it.

But she really liked seeing Brooke in her denim shorts and short sleeved shirt.

Especially as she helped Marisa with the last-minute setup for a booth that involved water balloons, and it had gotten a bit messy. She’d watched from her perch in the last several minutes as a handful of those balloons had clearly failed a quality check, and had popped when they’d started getting close to full.

As a result, Brooke’s clothing was wet and clinging to her body.

Brooke, as a consummate professional, continued to setup the booth – as did Marisa, but she was laughing, while Brooke was clearly aggrieved. And Taylor watched, her throat dry.

She’d intended to initiate sex at some point while they were at the shindig, but she’d had no idea the opportunity would present itself to her so blatantly. Perhaps the sex gods were smiling down on her, as she often smiled up at them.

Seeing that the setup was nearly complete, Taylor made her way over. Perfect time to strike.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here. Two very hardworking Faircombe officials,” she drawled as she approached, coming right up behind Brooke as she was filling – what appeared to be – the last water balloon needed in the booth.

Obviously surprised, Brooke spun around, the balloon wedging between them.

Taylor had just enough time to glance down as it pressed against her chest, before it popped.

And – wow. She couldn’t have planned that better if she tried!

The water that seeped through her tank top and shorts, then down her legs was actually very refreshing in the heat. Even though it was barely mid-morning, the sun was already blazing above them.

“Jesus. You snuck up on me,” Brooke muttered, shaking her head as she gave the popped latex a dirty look. “And we need to look at our suppliers, because this is ridiculous.” She flicked it into the trash bin next to her.

But Taylor was not about to let herself get sidetracked.

“Oh no…” Taylor murmured, looking down at herself, before she slowly dragged her eyes up Brooke’s body. Very slowly. Taking her damn time to enjoy the view. The way her clothing was basically glued to every curve. She licked her lips as she said, “You got me all wet.”

Awareness zipped through Brooke’s expression, her lips parting slightly as her cheeks flushed. Even so, she narrowed her eyes slightly, murmuring, “Taylor,” in that quiet, warning tone.

Taylor merely smiled back. “Yes, honey?”

Brooke merely lifted her eyebrows at her, darting her eyes around.

And yes, Taylor saw that there were young children filtering in, exuberantly starting to run around. But she wasn’t about to tear Brooke’s clothing off –

Not right here, anyway.

“I’m just saying that I’m…” She trailed her fingertips down from the middle of her chest, over her tank top between her breasts, where it now clung like a second skin. And she took a visceral satisfaction in the way Brooke’s eyes snapped to her, and stared at her every movement.

That satisfaction spiraled through her, landing solidly between her legs. Adding to the pulsing that had been there since they’d been in bed this morning.

“… soaked,” she finished, the word rasping out from between her lips, in the tone that she knew drove Booke absolutely wild.

Brooke could – and sometimes might try to – deny all she wanted that just Taylor’s tone of voice could turn her on, but Taylor knew better. At this point, even Brooke’s denials were essentially foreplay for them.

Like how far could Taylor push her, how crazy could she make her, before Brooke couldn’t help but give in and become putty in Taylor’s hands. Or her mouth.

“You appear to be so incredibly wet, as well, Brooke,” Taylor continued, dragging her eyes down over Brooke again.

Fuck, she could see how hard her nipples were. Just barely, but it was enough.

“I mean, after the day we’ve had, you have to be dripping. Because of all of the preparation for the water-related activities, of course,” she added, flashing a teasing smile.

Brooke did not reciprocate that teasing grin, not at all. Her eyes glinted back at Taylor, the raw desire making her pulse. “Right. After the preparation,” Brooke echoed, her jaw set tightly as she took a deep breath, one that made her considerable chest heave.

Would Taylor say that she, at times, had an unhealthy fixation on Brooke’s breasts?

Of course not.

Because it couldn’t be unhealthy when they were in a relationship, right?

God, though, she was so ready. It was clear that Brooke wanted her just as much now as she had this morning when they’d been interrupted. Just as much as Taylor wanted her.

“Jesus. Get a room,” Savannah teased as she walked by, being pulled forward by Henry as he was headed toward Marisa, who was still doing the final set up.

“Thanks for the comment. I mean, I’m trying to focus here,” Marisa cut in.

Which – this was all a decent reminder. They were starting to be surrounded by people, including kids, and Taylor needed to take this to a more private place.

Refocusing on Brooke, Taylor arched her a look. “You know, that’s a great point. We should go to the supply shed and get towels.”

She offered Brooke her hand, her smile wide and innocent. Giving nothing away to the thoughts in her mind.

Despite her innocent smile – at least, as innocent as Taylor could manage,

She continued to offer not a clue as they walked through the crowds of people starting to gather, nodding and smiling and gesturing that she’d be back. Something Taylor never really thought about was how genuinely nice it was as essentially the ultimate extrovert to stay in one place long enough to really be a part of a community.

And she was looking forward to engaging in that community today. Very soon.

Right now, she was a woman on a mission.

“You’re really determined to get to the towels,” Brooke stated, skepticism echoing through her voice.

But she didn’t stop or pull away from Taylor. Their hands remained firmly intertwined, Brooke kept with her step for step.

“What can I say? I’m very motivated to make sure the towels are properly passed out as soon as possible,” Taylor shot back, summoning all of the faux-seriousness she could, as she gave Brooke a wide-eyed glance.

Brooke’s eyes narrowed right back at her, obviously not believing Taylor for a single second.

She couldn’t hold back the sly smile that slid over her face. She also couldn’t help but elongate her stride as soon as they were only a few feet from their destination.

The second she closed the door to the supply shed – a very useful old building that was upkept for supplies during events like this – Taylor used their intertwined hands to twirl Brooke to face away from her, Brooke’s hands coming up to slam against the door for balance.

“Taylor – what–” Brooke’s indignant comment was cut off as Taylor pressed herself against Brooke’s back, molding their bodies together.

Her eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of Brooke’s ass cradled in her hips, and she lowered her head to Brooke’s neck, skimming her lips over her heated skin. Breathing Brooke in, her stomach tingling. Not only did she love the way Brooke always smelled, but right now, it mingled with the smell of summer and sunshine from having been outside for the last couple of hours.

She didn’t even think about it before rocking her hips forward, pressing intently against Brooke as she flattened her hand over her stomach, then slowly slid it down.

“Taylor, we can’t – this door doesn’t even have a functional lock on the inside,” Brooke muttered, stumbling slightly over her words, as she pushed herself back against Taylor, straining against her, making no move to spin away from her.

Brooke was all iron will and steely stubbornness, but under Taylor’s hands, she was putty. God, if that didn’t make Taylor’s heart both flutter and her pulse throb throughout her entire body.

“Then… I guess you should come for me quickly, hmm?” Taylor slid her hand farther down, unbuttoning Brooke’s shorts, sliding her lips up and down Brooke’s neck, stopping on her pulse point and nipping her teeth in.

God, she loved feeling her soft skin, the way Brooke felt against her mouth. How she could feel the way Brooke shivered from her light touch.

“I… we…” Brooke trailed off, rolling her hips down against her hand, clearly wanting.

“Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop,” she rasped out.

Taylor slid her hand down… down, touching her pussy over her underwear. She couldn’t possibly hold back her moan at being able to feel how Brooke had soaked through her underwear.

She heard Brooke’s answering moan, even as she tried to bite it back.

“I can feel you. Have you been this wet all morning? Since we left the house?”

Brooke dropped her head forward, her breathing already heavy. “I – fuck – I was just handling all of that water at the booth. I–”

Whatever her silly little defense was got swiftly cut off as Taylor pressed her fingers down harder, rubbing around Brooke’s clit.

“Wait… are you trying to tell me, honey, that this isn’t from me?” She tugged the fabric aside, pressing her fingertips into Brooke’s pussy, immediately covered in her.

Brooke swore, pressing herself harder into Taylor, obviously wanting more.

She wanted to give it to her. She’d wanted to touch Brooke, to fuck her, to feel her fall apart for her, since the literal moment she’d woken up this morning.

But she was having so much fun. She fucking loved teasing Brooke, especially during their heated moments. She loved the way Brooke responded to her.

She knew she needed to be conscientious of their time in here. She wasn’t an idiot; Brooke’s point about the lock was very real, especially the longer they took to start bringing out towels.

She dragged her fingertips up to Brooke’s clit, keeping her touch featherlight even as it took all of her self-control, because she could fucking feel Brooke pulsing against her. She could feel how much Brooke wanted her, wanted to come, and still she was so… obstinate.

Fuck, Taylor loved her.

“Taylor, just – touch me,” Brooke grit out, her voice tight, as she jerked her hips down, seeking release.

“I am touching you…” She worked her fingertips sooo lightly over Brooke’s clit, teasing her. Keeping her exactly where she wanted her. She brought her lips up to Brooke’s ear, tugging her earlobe into her mouth, before she released and blew warm air over it.

Brooke’s entire body jerked back against her, a groan tearing from the back of her throat. Her hands had curled into fists against the door, her knuckles white.

“Just tell me that you want me to fuck you, here and now. You want this. And I want to hear you say it,” she urged.

“God – fine – yes. Yes, I want it,” Brooke bit out, but her voice was hoarse and thready and so fucking needy. It burned right through Taylor, landing between her own legs.

Even so, she held back. Continuing to keep her movements over Brooke’s clit light, not giving her the friction she knew she craved.

“Here and now?”

“Taylor. Here. Now,” Brooke’s voice was tight and her movements were already becoming desperate.

A sharp smile slid over her face, as the final tether Taylor had been holding onto for control snapped.

She wedged one of her legs between Brooke’s and kicked her feet slightly farther apart, giving herself more space, before moving her fingers down and pressing them into Brooke’s heat.

God, she felt so good, her slick covering Taylor’s fingers as she thrust in and out, pushing her hips against Brooke’s ass with every movement.

Brooke tossed her head back onto Taylor’s shoulder, her body trembling, straining toward an orgasm. The muted cries and groans that Brooke let out felt like they wrapped around Taylor in the humid air of the supply shed, taking her higher and higher.

She slid her fingers back to Brooke’s clit, working over her in tight, demanding circles. Exactly the way she knew Brooke liked. The way she knew she needed.

“Come on. I can feel how much you’ve needed this all morning. Did you really think I was going to just give up on being able to take you?”

“I – shit – I knew you had… god, Taylor, some sort of – ah!” Brooke was already shuddering, so close to coming.

Taylor stroked over her clit harder, faster. Biting at Brooke’s neck, wanting so badly to leave her mark, but releasing her before it happened. “Some sort of…?”

“Plan!” The word burst from Brooke’s mouth, as she fell into her orgasm.

She jerked back into Taylor, and she could feel her clit throbbing with every wave. Even though Taylor wasn’t coming, herself, she swore she felt it resonate through her body, like some kind of secondhand orgasm. The way she felt Brooke’s heart hammering, the way she shuddered and trembled, how her ass pressed into Taylor so hard…

Taylor’s eyes tightly closed as she shuddered, too. Working Brooke through every pulse, until she slowly felt Brooke’s strength sap away, as she leaned more heavily back against her.

They both released simultaneous trembling breaths, Taylor turning her face against Brooke’s neck and pressing another kiss there before their embrace ended.

“You know…” Brooke finally caught her breath, and turned to face Taylor. Instead of bracing her hands against the door, she rested her back against it. “This did not help the uncomfortable wetness situation.”

She lifted her hand, gesturing up and down her body.

Taylor raked her gaze over her body, slowly licking her lips, before locking eyes with Brooke. A slow smile curled over her lips. “You make such a good point. Maybe we’ll have to head home for a quick change…”

Brooke tilted her head, arching her a look. “If we’re going to go home for a quick change, what – exactly – was the purpose of you bringing me in here? When you could have just fucked me at home?”

Taylor lifted a hand to her chest, affronted. “First and foremost, who says I won’t still be fucking you at home?”

The flush on Brooke’s cheeks deepened, and a raw satisfaction slid through Taylor’s entire body.

“And… second?” Brooke asked.

Taylor had, admittedly, gotten momentarily distracted by the way Brooke’s shirt absolutely clung to her chest, and how she could see the hint of her hard nipples still, even through her bra. She brought her eyes up to Brooke’s after a few seconds. “Huh? Second?”

“You said first and foremost,” Brooke prompted, and Taylor could tell she was trying to hold back a smile.

“Oh.” She shrugged, easily. “Second… Brooke, I can’t help it. I really, really love when you decide to take a little walk on the wild side with me.”

So far, they’d had sex in the conference room in City Hall and in Brooke’s office, both during the middle of the day. And in Taylor’s yoga studio, multiple times.

She could see the way Brooke set her jaw, as she brushed her hands over her shirt, like she could somehow brush away the water and make it so the people of Faircombe wouldn’t be able to see her prodigious chest when they went back out.

“I don’t… you did this.”

Taylor cocked her head to the side. “Are you going to say that you don’t enjoy it?”

She held Brooke’s gaze with her own, challenging. Waiting. Feeling the thrum of excitement she always had with Brooke when they were like this, and loving that it didn’t fade, even years into their relationship.

Eventually, Brooke huffed out a breath, rolling her eyes. “Obviously not. I think it’s pretty clear that I enjoy it.”

Taylor leaned forward, capturing Brooke’s lips with hers in a brief, blissful kiss.

One that she could feel Brooke melt into, and she gave herself over to as well. Just for a few seconds, just wanting to feel Brooke.

Yes, the heat was stifling, and yes, their clothing was still uncomfortably wet, and yes, Taylor did really want to go home to both change and to have her way with Brooke once again.

But she allowed several moments just for this, and so did Brooke. A softness that they’d both found only with one another.

Their kiss gentled, then broke, and she breathed out a soft gasp when Brooke leaned back in to give her another kiss – then one more – like these soft, sweet little mores.

After hand sanitizing and checking their clothing, they both grabbed armfuls of towels and opened the door, both wearing grins. Brooke’s was far more subdued, as she was ready to be seen as Public Brooke again. Taylor was okay with that; she liked that Private Brooke was hers to keep.

But her own grin was beaming.

Even more so when she locked eyes with Ben, who was standing several feet away, his arms crossed as he looked them over. “I was sent by Savannah and Marisa to come looking for the towels you promised. But I’m starting to think they’re having a laugh at my expense.”

Taylor merely grinned at him. “Why, Ben, we should all be having a laugh. It’s a brilliantly bright day out here at the Faircombe Summer Shindig.”

Her brother grimaced, all too aware. Brooke had a slight blush on her cheeks, even as she shook her head at Taylor but couldn’t quite wipe the smile off of her face.

And… really, it was a brilliantly bright day, wasn’t it?

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