Page 26 of Faking It with the Ice Queen

Elara gave a small nod. “Yeah.”

Their gazes locked, and for once, there were no walls between them. Just two people, tangled up in sheets and dreams, finally starting to see each other clearly.

The two talked late into the night, asking tentative questions about each other’s lives, their likes and dislikes, until sleep tugged them gently down into the world of dreams.

10

Grace awoke gently to the feeling of Elara slowly tracing shapes on her back. She knew it was late morning before she even opened her eyes. The sun peeking through the window warmed her bare back, and the sounds of birds chirping filled her ears. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking up at Elara, who was gazing at her sleepily. Grace felt her heart flip as she noticed the peaceful happiness that radiated from Elara.

Grace reached out, cupping Elara’s cheek as she smiled in return. Slowly, she leaned in close, watching Elara for any change in body language. Elara’s hand splayed against her back, continuing her soft touches. Grace felt overwhelmed with happiness and closed the distance between them, brushing her lips against Elara’s. This time, their kiss was gentle, charged with an emotion.

Grace moved, straddling Elara as she ran her hands through her hair. Elara sat up, holding Grace in her lap, as she softly explored every inch of available skin. Grace peppered kisses down Elara’s chin and nipped at the lobe of her ear. Continuing her journey, she kissed and licked her way down to Elara’s breasts and closed her mouth around the dark pink nipple. Elaragasped, leaning back to provide Grace better access opening herself to Grace in a way she hadn’t yet. Grace moved to the other, worshiping Elara with sultry kisses as she shifted to ride Elara’s thigh, and slowly began to move her hips back and forth.

Grace moved one hand down the flat planes of Elara’s stomach until she reached the slick wetness of her pussy. Elara’s legs opened as though to invite her in. Gently, she slipped in one finger, then two, inside of Elara. Elara moaned as her own hand shifted, sliding against Grace’s clitoris, before pushing lower and Grace felt Elara’s fingers entering her.

Grace rode Elara’s fingers, creating pressure on her clitoris as she mashed it down against the heel of Elara’s hand. At the very same time, her own fingers worked deep inside of Elara, thrusting in and out in the same rhythm as her hip pressed against Elara’s clitoris.

It was the first time Elara had allowed Grace to fuck her and Grace could see how big of a step it was for her to make herself vulnerable like this. Her blue eyes were wide with a trust that Grace hadn’t seen in her before as they both looked into each other’s eyes. Grace closed the space between them and kissed her tenderly, as though to tell her that she would take care of her.

They continued to move in tandem, in the most intricate dance, and Grace continued to kiss Elara gently, pushing her tongue lightly into Elara’s mouth, probing and exploring.

She felt Elara tightening beneath her and around her fingers and at the same time she felt her own orgasm building.

“Come with me,” she gasped into Elara’s mouth.

And as they looked into each other’s eyes, it was enough to tip them both over the edge.

Grace’s orgasm was intense and drawn out in the same way that Elara’s was as she writhed beneath her.

She kissed Elara again as they rode out their orgasm, fingers still buried inside of each other.

It felt like the most beautiful moment Grace could imagine. Seeing Elara come undone like this for her was something truly special.

Afterward, Grace leaned forward, placing her head in the crook of Elara’s neck as she leaned back to sit against the head of the bed. Their limbs still tangled, Grace softly kissed her, breathing in her woodsy, spicy scent.

Something about this sex felt different, felt real. Elara’s gentle touches grazed across her back as she nudged her nose against Grace’s shoulder. Grace had never felt more content and less motivated to move. And that scared her. She was getting wrapped up, falling for the woman beneath the icy mask. But she was still unsure if anything between them was real.

After a few minutes of silently holding each other, Grace leaned back and looked into Elara’s eyes.

“Elara, is this real? I don’t mean ‘am I dreaming,’but I need to know. Is this”—she waved her hand between the two of them—“real?”

Grace felt Elara physically stiffen and watched as that piercing blue gaze grew distant. She realized that Elara was going to pull away and avoid this conversation, but she refused to let her.

She continued, “I mean, fake relationships don’t usually include mind-blowing sex.”

Elara looked away, breaking eye contact as she said, “I wouldn’t know what a fake relationship includes. This would be my first.”

Grace felt the words sting, as if they had slapped her across the face. Elara moved, untangling herself from Grace as she slipped out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. Grace sat back, hugging her knees close to her chest as she chastised herself.Stupid. Stupid. I’m so stupid.She wrapped the duvet around herself, feeling too vulnerable sitting naked on the bed.

Elara emerged from the bathroom in another matching workout set, her hair tucked neatly behind her ears with a black beanie over her head. Grace couldn’t face looking at her, so she shifted to look out the window. She could see Elara out of the corner of her eye, watching her closely.

After a tense moment of silence, Elara announced quietly, “I’m going to work out.”

Without turning around, refusing to acknowledge the pain Elara had caused, Grace softly replied, “Sure.”

Elara audibly sighed as she strode out the suite. Grace lowered her head to her knees and let out a long sigh, doing her best to not cry.

After a long, hot shower, Grace wrapped herself in a plush white robe and grabbed her cell. She needed to talk to someone, and she knew exactly who to call. Wanting more space from the bedroom, she snuck out onto the suite’s balcony, her breath misting in the cold night air as she dialed. After a few rings, Aunt Lucy picked up, her voice light and familiar.

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