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Emma rose to her feet, turned Vanessa around, and slid the toy back into her without another word. “You’re dripping fucking wet. I know you want more.”
Secured against the wall, Emma wrapped a hand around Vanessa’s thigh and lifted it, opening her fully. “Oh, God.”
Emma clenched her jaw as she thrust up and deep, the darkness of those gorgeous grey eyes pushing Vanessa towards another orgasm. “Take it.”
Vanessa gripped Emma’s jaw, drew her in, and kissed her hard. She would always take anything her wife offered her, and in this moment, she never wanted it to end. When Emma fucked her hard and deep, Vanessa felt alive. She felt wanted and admired and craved. “You want me to take it…then give meeverythingyou’ve got.”
Emma bit down on her bottom lip and thrust as hard as she physically could, her mouth falling open as the base of the toy pressed to her clit. “F-fuck.”
“Mm. That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”
Emma, clearly exhausted, put her all into each press of her hips, moaning as the base repeatedly pushed her towards the edge of her own orgasm. “V-Vanessa…I?—”
Vanessa lowered a hand, rolled her fingertips over her clit, and nodded slowly. “T-together. Now.”
Emma came hard, shaking as she gripped Vanessa’s shoulder. Vanessa released around the toy, her lungs burning asshe tried to catch her breath, but it wasn’t possible. Emma had utterly ruined her tonight. She drew Emma in as she lowered Vanessa’s leg and slipped out of her, their kiss deep and messy, but exactly who they were.
“God.” Emma held onto Vanessa and touched their foreheads together. “You wreck me every single time.”
“You brought all of this on yourself.”
“Let me take care of you,” Emma whispered, reaching for the shower gel without stepping away. She lathered it in her hands and washed Vanessa’s skin, every stroke a reminder that this wasn’t just about getting off. It was about reconnecting, grounding, and reminding each other that they were still here and still them.
And for the first time in weeks, Vanessa didn’t feel the weight of Emma’s thoughts pressing between them, only the heat of her touch, the steadiness of her love, and the knowledge that whatever came next, everything would be okay.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Emma woketo warmth and weight. Not the heavy, suffocating kind she’d carried for weeks, thegoodkind. The kind that came from Vanessa curled into her, one arm draped over her stomach, her bare skin pressed against Emma’s side. She lay still, allowing her senses to catch up before she even opened her eyes. The faint citrusy scent of Vanessa’s shampoo still clung to her hair from last night, the soft rhythm of her breathing ghosted over Emma’s shoulder, and under the duvet, their legs were tangled like neither had wanted to risk drifting too far apart in their sleep.
Her body ached in that deep, satisfied way that made her think of hot water, slick skin, and the sounds Vanessa had made when she’d come undone in the shower. God, Emma could still feel it; the way her wife had gripped the tiles, the way her body had surrendered to her.
She turned her head and watched her wife. Vanessa was still asleep, her lips parted slightly, and her hair was mussed and damp in places where it had dried wild overnight. Even in sleep, there was a faint crease between her brows, the same one Emma smoothed with her thumb whenever she caught it during those waking hours.
Emma’s fingertips brushed Vanessa’s hip under the duvet. She didn’t want sex again, not right away, anyway. She just wanted connection. Contact. Proof that last night hadn’t been a dream and that this closeness was still theirs to hold onto.
Vanessa murmured something incoherent and shifted closer, tucking her face into Emma’s neck. Emma exhaled slowly, her arm wrapping around her wife and keeping her there. They had no plans today. No alarms, no meetings, and no social workers or tense conversations hanging over their heads. Just hours—long, golden hours—to be here, like this.
Emma pressed a kiss to Vanessa’s hair and closed her eyes again. “I love you,” she whispered, knowing full well Vanessa was fast asleep. “Always and forever.”
As the morning light softened the room, Emma realised she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this steady in her own skin.
Vanessa foundEmma out in the garden, her legs stretched out into a patch of sunshine, and a mug balanced on one knee. It was one of those strange afternoons that couldn’t decide if it was still autumn or stubbornly winter, with blue sky, cool air, and the faintest warmth when the wind dropped. It was the kind of day that made the washing line hopeful and the hydrangeas unsure.
Emma had put on one of Vanessa’s hoodies without noticing. It was too big in the shoulders, and she had the sleeves pulled down over her hands. She’d been quiet since lunch. Not withdrawn, just…full. Vanessa knew the difference.
She slid the patio door closed behind her and sat down beside her wife. “How’s the tea?”
“Perfect,” Emma said, side-glancing at Vanessa. “I made you one. It’s inside, but it’ll probably be cold by now.”
“I’ll risk it.” Vanessa nudged her. “How are you?”
“Good, I think. Quiet inside for once, which makes a nice change.”
Vanessa watched a pair of pigeons argue over the fence. “Tomorrow’s Monday.”
“Mmhmm. It is.”
“Which means work. Netball practice. Corridors.”
