Page 10 of Petting Penelope
But it was Penelope who bridged the gap between them, pressing her mouth to Rachel’s in the sweetest kiss.
CHAPTER 9
Penelope
She was kissing Rachel.
She waskissing Rachel.
Rachel’s hands were in her hair, and she was pressed flush up against her body, the swell of her bust warm against Penelope’s skin.
They broke apart, breathing heavily, and the two of them started laughing. Not laughingateach other, but ratherwitheach other.
“You can kiss,” said Penelope with a grin.
“So can you,” replied Rachel, and then they were kissing again, hands tangled in hair until Rachel’s fingers caught on the hairband of Penny’s cow ears and she squeaked.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry, Penny,” said Rachel. “You okay?”
Nodding, Penelope smiled and wriggled in place. “I’m good.”
Rachel leaned back then, letting out a long sigh, and Penny quirked her head to watch her. Her shirt had fallen off her shoulder and Penelope could see a butterfly tattoo peeking out from beneath her bra strap. “It’s early evening, and if we don’t want to be jet lagged to fuck, we should probably get some sleep. Don’t get me wrong, I’m profoundly disappointed to besuggesting such a thing whilst you’re sitting there looking likethat, but if you’re to have the hucow week of your dreams, we both probably need to get some solid sleep.”
She was so obviously tired that Penelope didn’t feel rejected in the slightest, and now that sleep had been mentioned, she realized how very very exhausted she was herself. Yawning, she nodded, and grinned. “You up for cuddles as we drift off to dreamland?”
“You bet,” said Rachel, standing and offering her hand to Penelope.
Penny took it, reveling in the touch of her Domme’s skin against her own palm.
Rachel put away the empty pizza boxes before they got ready for bed in relative quiet, taking turns to use the bathroom and brush their teeth. Once that was done, both stood just looking toward the bed.
The bed itself was a king-sized four-poster, with an array of rings and hardpoints adorning the headboard, and matching o-rings all over each post. The two of them caught each other’s eye as they checked it out and burst into giggles.
But Penelope let herself watch Rachel as she walked over and claimed the right-hand side of the bed as her own. Her tattoo was more visible beneath the black camisole she wore. The alluring slip was short and had an intricate lacing pattern at the front that drew attention to the swell of her breasts.
Penelope didn’t want to be creepy, so she dragged her eyes away from her Domme and padded over to the other side of the bed. She hadn’t picked out a cami to wear to bed; instead, she had silky pajama shorts and a spaghetti-strap top—comfort was the most important thing for her.
If she got too hot, she’d been known to strip in the middle of the night, and that would just be embarrassing in this particularscenario, so she’d selected night clothes that were lightweight enough that she shouldn’t overheat.
The duvet was cool when they pulled it back and slipping under the covers felt more intimate than anything they’d done so far.
“Come here,” murmured Rachel, and she scooted over until she was spooning Penelope. Her arms came around Penny’s waist, and as she pulled Penny back toward her, Penny wriggled just enough to get all cozy.
Rachel’s body was warm against Penelope’s, her arms strong and soft in equal measure. Penny wanted to turn over and kiss her some more, but her eyelids kept drooping and every now and then her head would give a soft jerk.
“Penny, are you trying to stay awake?”
“I don’t want to waste a single moment.”
The huff of laughter that buffeted Penelope’s ear made her smile. “None of that, little moo. You need to get some sleep, otherwise how are you going to be able to do all I demand of you tomorrow?”
“Demand…? What are… can you…?” Shivers ran down her spine as she felt Rachel shake her head, before nuzzling her nose up against the back of Penelope’s neck.
“Nope, that’s a surprise, and the sooner you go to sleep, the sooner you get to wake up and do everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”
There was logic in Rachel’s words, and Penelope forced herself to settle, concentrating on the other woman’s steady breathing.
It hit her then. She hadn’t slept in the same bed as anyone since Cristina. No matter how many scenes she and Rachel had done, the simple act of sleeping had never been part of them. For a new first, it felt a little anticlimactic. As if this was no big deal at all. As if this was what they had always been meant to do.
