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It was the end of the night, and Laura had barely latched her apartment door closed behind her when her phone buzzed in her coat pocket.
“Bradley,” Laura said, bringing the phone to her ear, “Is everything okay?”
“Yes—” Bradley said on the other line, her voice trailing off. “It’s just that… I can’t sleep.”
Laura smiled to herself, and put Bradley on speakerphone while she unbuttoned her coat, hung it up by the door, and sat down on the couch.
“I thought the point of you spending the night at your place was so that you could sleep.”
“Yeah,” Bradley said. “And that makes a lot of sense, it’s just—” Bradley sighed loudly into the phone, “My bed doesn’t smell like you.”
Laura smiled wider, leaned back into the couch, and crossed one leg over the other. “Come over, then,” Laura said. “But.”
“I knew there’d be a catch.”
“We are going to sleep by 1AM. You need to rest. I know how much sleep you got this week because, well, I was there.”
“But,” Bradley said, already getting out of bed to find her shoes, “Don’t we have the whole weekend to sleep, when you really think about it—”
“Bradley.”
“Okay! Okay. 1AM. I promise.”
“Good.”
Bradley glanced at the clock on her bedside table. “Give me ten or fifteen minutes, I’ll get a cab.”
“I’ll be here,” Laura said, grinning, as she hung up the phone.
Laura got up from the couch and poured herself a glass of water. Her head was buzzing pleasantly from a night out with an old friend, back from her early broadcast days in the nineties. They had swapped old stories and gossip, and it was fun, but she couldn’t lie to herself: all night, Laura had been thinking of Bradley. Bradley’s laugh. Bradley’s tongue in her mouth. Her intelligence, her empathy, her unexpected... gentleness. In these first few dizzying weeks of being together— or whatever they were — Laura had trouble spending any time away from Bradley at all.
Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang, and Laura opened her front door to find Bradley in a blue coat, sweatpants, and fluffy boots.
“It’s fucking freezing,” Bradley said, beaming at Laura and standing on her toes to kiss her. Laura pulled Bradley in from the doorway, and closed the door behind them.
“Mm, cold hands,” Laura said, as she held Bradley close, and allowed her own hands to drift down. Quickly, their kiss deepened, Bradley opening her mouth to let Laura’s tongue explore. Laura brushed away a strand of Bradley’s blond hair, which was a little ruffled from her earlier attempt at sleeping.
Bradley broke away from the kiss, her eyes flickering down to Laura’s outfit — tight jeans, a black leather jacket, black lace-up boots— and, not for the first time that week, Bradley felt breathless in Laura’s presence. And, as she’d felt since the second they’d met one month earlier, overcome with want.
“You’re beautiful,” Bradley said, her palm resting on Laura’s cheek. Laura smiled, her eyes squinting a little, her face radiating warmth.
Laura waited for Bradley to pounce again, which only took a few seconds, and when she did, Laura met her with equal force, pressing her into the foyer wall, letting her hands travel to Bradley’s shoulders, her back, the sides of her hips.
This time, it was Laura who broke away. “Hey,” she said, pointing at Bradley’s sweatpants, a pair of expensive-looking joggers with the cuffs rolled up several times. “Are these mine?”
“Um,” Bradley said, looking down, her hands still gripping Laura’s hips. She shrugged. “Yes, I did put these on earlier today, and they did originate in your apartment, but—” Bradley pointed at the charm bracelet on Laura’s wrist, a delicate chain with a gold B. “That was also… originally mine, as well.”
“Honey,” Laura said, her voice rougher this late at night, making Bradley shudder. “But you gave me this, remember?”
“I do.”
Laura chuckled and kissed the top of Bradley’s head, running a hand through her hair. “Keep them. They look better on you, anyway.”
Bradley grinned and shrugged in agreement, as she met Laura in another kiss. This time, Bradley took control, guiding Laura away from the doorway and onto the couch. The lights were warm and dim enough to make the large living room feel cozy, and Bradley quickly removed her coat to reveal a thin white t-shirt and a black bra clearly showing underneath. Laura felt a familiar, pleasurable pang in her stomach as she took Bradley in, moving her body as close to hers as possible, smelling Bradley’s expensive shampoo, feeling Bradley’s fingers on the shell of her ear.
A few minutes into deep, nearly trance-like kissing, Bradley asked, “You’re keeping track of time, right? Have to make sure we don’t stay up too late.”
“Ha-ha,” Laura said, rolling her eyes, as she gently pushed Bradley onto her back. “Excuse me for not wanting you to fall asleep on live television.”
Laura slid one of her legs in between Bradley’s thighs, and braced herself over Bradley on the couch. Even through layers of clothes, both of them shivered with the friction, the rough edges of Laura’s leather jacket rubbing against the loose cotton across Bradley’s chest.
“Can I?” Laura murmured against Bradley’s neck, thumbing the hem of her t-shirt.
“Mm, not until we—” Bradley sat up a little, quickly shrugged off Laura’s jacket, and unbuttoned her shirt. “Right, yes, now, we can.”
Bradley let Laura remove her shirt, and climb back on top of her on the couch, both of them gasping at the skin to skin contact. Laura began to kiss and lick at Bradley’s collarbone, making her shudder, and Laura attempted to reach behind Bradley at the same time to unclip her bra, to zero success.
Bradley laughed. “Yeah, sorry, this bra is a two-hands kind of situation. Here.” Bradley sat up and turned around to face away from Laura, who delicately unclasped Bradley’s bra, exposing her back as Laura leaned in to plant wet kisses on the exposed skin. Still with her back to Laura, Bradley pressed herself into Laura’s body, moving her hands to her breasts.
Laura hummed in appreciation. “You are really fucking hot, you know that?,” she said, half-laughing, as she brushed Bradley’s wavy hair to one side and ran her tongue from behind her ear, down her neck, sucking lightly onto the skin there. Bradley gasped as Laura brushed her fingers lightly over her full breasts, Bradley’s nipples hardening against Laura’s hands.
“This is—” Bradley gasped, “Really good, but, we need to—” Bradley turned around to face Laura and undid Laura’s bra, then went to work unbuttoning Laura’s jeans, pulling them off her thighs quickly. Laura then slid off her own underwear for good measure, and Bradley did the same, smiling impishly. Both now fully naked, Bradley climbed into Laura’s lap and kissed her, this time harder.
Laura immediately felt arousal rush from her stomach down between her legs, overcome by the woman in her arms. Bradley kissed Laura again, long and deep, drawing one leg over Laura’s hips to straddle her on the couch, Bradley’s exposed center hovering just over Laura’s.
“I want—” Bradley said, between kisses, “You to— show me.”
Laura paused, at that. “Show you what?” She looked into Bradley’s eyes, which were deep blue, her pupils blown wide.
Despite being naked and on top of her girlfriend, a blush spreading on her chest, Bradley suddenly felt shy. Bradley brushed her fingers over the gold cross chain that always hung from Laura’s neck. “Show me how… to fuck you.”
Laura felt herself laughing. “I’m sorry,” Laura said, “I don’t mean to laugh but — what have we been doing for the last month?” She felt another burst of arousal remembering the first time Bradley had made her come, her tongue pressed into her. They hadn’t even made it to the couch, that time.
“I mean,” Bradley said, “I want you to — tell me. Tell me what you like. You always ask me. Or I just tell you what I want you to do because… because I’m bossy. Sometimes you’re quiet. You know, during.”
Laura took a steadying breath and looked at Bradley, who was smiling, but Laura could see a tentativeness in her face- a flicker of worry.
Laura placed one hand on Bradley’s cheek, soothingly. “Yeah, of course I can tell you. But,” she kissed Bradley lightly, “In fairness, I’m usually quiet because I can’t think straight when you are fucking me, not enough to make a complete sentence. It’s not a... ‘bored quiet.’”
“Ha,” Bradley said. “Think straight.”
“Yeah, very funny, here—” Laura took Bradley’s hand and placed it on top of her ribcage, just below her breasts. “There’s a spot right there—” Bradley circled it with her fingers, causing Laura to breathe in sharply. “Yep. And then—” Laura moved Bradley’s hand to the area on her abdomen right above her hip bone. “If you press there—” Bradley did; another sharp breath.
“Yes. That,” Laura said. “And then—” this time, a little slower, Laura moved Bradley’s hand in between Laura’s legs, both of them gasping at the same time as Bradley tentatively drew a finger through Laura’s wet folds. “It feels… really good when you just— hover right at the entrance and— ah — draw circles, just a little bit inside— yes. Like that.”
Bradley, overwhelmed by the feeling of touching her girlfriend, kept her right hand between Laura’s legs— one finger slipped just inside her entrance, pressing on her outer walls— while lowering herself over Laura’s thigh. Both of them moaned loudly as Bradley, nearly dripping, sought the friction of Laura’s skin, rolling her center over Laura’s taut quad muscle.
“So,” Laura said, casually, in between quiet gasps, “That’s the basics. You got it.”
“Yeah, but—” Bradley said, continuing to move her hips over Laura’s thigh, hitching down a little to get extra pressure on her clit. “There’s— got to be more.”
Laura, feeling arousal coil deep in her abdomen, drew Bradley closer so that their breasts could press together, then reached a hand down to where Bradley was grinding against her. She softly drummed her fingers against Bradley’s mound.
“I think,” Laura hummed into Bradley’s neck, “That I might need to take care of you first.” At that, Bradley shook her head vigorously, lifted herself off of Laura’s thigh, and pushed Laura's hands from her body.
“Nope,” Bradley said, “We’re doing this. You’re gonna tell me what you like. Anyway, I’m known for my self-control.”
“Really,” Laura said.
“It’s true!”
“Alright then,” Laura said, as she leaned back to lay down face-up on the couch, letting Bradley get fully on top of her.
They started kissing again, this time, Laura gripping Bradley’s ass, pulling Bradley’s hips closer to hers, making them both go quiet for a moment, the feeling of desire almost too much.
Bradley looked down at Laura reverently, at her dark eyes, her toned arms, the freckles on her shoulders, the smooth skin of her chest. Bradley reached up to brush her thumb against Laura’s lips, and both of them just looked at each other.
Then, unexpectedly, Bradley used one of her legs to spread Laura’s thighs wide, and splayed her fingers over Laura’s pussy, her palm resting firmly over Laura’s clit.
“Now,” Bradley said, rocking her hips and her hand into Laura, leaning into her neck. “Can you tell me what you want?”
Laura tried to form a coherent thought while Bradley teased her. “I—” Laura said, then murmured something inaudible into Bradley’s neck.
“Mm-mm, no— tell me something I can hear,” Bradley said.
Laura laughed against Bradley’s skin. “Okay, okay!” she said. “I like— um, when you keep adding fingers. When it’s too much— like I can’t take it, but then I can. I like when you — use your mouth, but— lightly. Like when you tease me.”
Bradley pushed herself up onto her elbows, looked Laura in the eyes, and slowly nodded. “Okay. I can work with that.”
******
The next morning — after Bradley had fucked her so deeply and so hard that Laura nearly forgot where she was, and after Laura had eaten Bradley out so long and so slow that she tired her out enough to finally get her to sleep — Laura’s eyes drifted awake. Next to her in bed, Bradley slept, their fingers intertwined, Bradley’s thigh still wedged between Laura’s, their bodies close and almost fused together. Laura smiled a little, and stroked Bradley’s hair, which was tossed, rumpled, over Laura’s chest.
Gentle light suffused Laura’s bedroom. She looked out the bedroom window, and saw that snow was falling lightly onto the terrace. There was nowhere she’d rather be: this place, this time, this person in her arms.