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Emma held Vanessa’s gaze even as her body tightened and her thighs clamped around her hand. Vanessa locked her wrist, angled her fingers inside Emma, and rubbed vigorously against her clit.
“I-it’s, I…fuckkkkk.” Emma came hard. The shudder, the breathless cry, the way Emma’s whole body bowed up off the couch as she came, gushing over her thighs and Vanessa’s hand.Vanessa kept fucking her, adoring it all play out in front of her, drawing every last pulse from her wife until Emma was panting and swatting weakly at her arm. “S-shit, babe. N-no more. Please.”
Vanessa eased out of Emma and leaned down, pressing a slow, almost chaste kiss to her lips. “You okay?”
Emma let out a shaky laugh. “You could have warned me.”
“Now, where exactly is the fun in that?” Vanessa grinned as she sat back on her knees, aware that they’d potentially ruined the couch. “God, I could watch you unravel like that every minute of the day.”
“You certainly know how to take my mind off things.”
Vanessa curled around Emma, needing five minutes before round two. “Just remember that I’m in this with you forever, baby. No matter what, I’ll always stand right by your side.”
The duvet was stillwarm from the heat of their bodies, the faint trace of sweat cooling on Emma’s skin as she shifted against the pillows. Her pulse had finally started to slow, though she could still feel the ache in her thighs from where Vanessa had been between them only minutes ago.
Vanessa lay on her side, head propped up in one hand, her fingers trailing idle shapes against Emma’s stomach. It was lazy, almost absent-minded, but each brush of her manicured nails still sent tiny sparks skittering through Emma’s body.
Emma smiled faintly, tilting her head to look at her wife. “You’re staring.”
“Just making sure you’re still breathing,” Vanessa teased, though her gaze softened almost immediately. “And becauseyou’re even more beautiful when you’ve just been loved thoroughly and properly.”
Emma felt her cheeks heat. “Oh, stop it.”
“It’s true,” Vanessa dipped her head and pressed a kiss just beneath Emma’s collarbone. She lingered, inhaling deeply, before resting her forehead against Emma’s shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier…about this not being what I signed up for.”
Emma sighed. “Vanessa.”
“Hey.” Vanessa’s voice was gentle, her hand sliding up to rest over Emma’s heart. “You don’t need to walk on eggshells with me. I just need you to know that there isn’t a version of our life whereanythingmakes me want to run.”
Emma exhaled slowly, the words settling over her like a weighted blanket. Safe, secure, and just what she needed. “Nobody expected this. Least of all me. And I know it’s not just my life that’s going to change if Freya becomes a real part of it. It’s ours. I worry it’s going to take a toll on us.”
Vanessa lifted her head and locked eyes with Emma’s. “It won’t. Do you want to know why?”
Emma gave a small nod.
“Because we already know how to do hard things together. We’ve done it before. And this? This isn’t something I see as a burden. She’s your sister, Emma. Which means in some way, she’s mine too. That’s how this works with us. We don’t split our lives down the middle. We share them.”
“Thanks, babe. For understanding.”
Vanessa brushed her thumb along Emma’s jawline. “We’ll figure it all out as it comes at us.Together. No one’s keeping score here.”
Emma swallowed past the lump in her throat. “God, I love you.”
Vanessa smiled and leaned in, kissing her slowly, the kind of kiss that said more than either of them could manage in words. When they drew apart, Vanessa stayed close, her breath warm against Emma’s lips. “Does this mean you’re done worrying for the night? Because I can think of a few better ways to spend the rest of it.”
Emma laughed, her earlier unease fading under the weight of that familiar spark between them. “Yeah,” she murmured as she pulled Vanessa back into her arms. “I think I am.”
Vanessa’s mouth found hers again, this time without the earlier urgency, moving with a kind of patience that made Emma’s toes curl beneath the sheets. Her hand slid over Emma’s hip, her fingers splaying possessively against her bare skin as though she couldn’t decide whether to soothe Emma or claim her.
Emma breathed her in, every kiss tasting faintly of the wine they’d shared earlier, every touch deliberate and unhurried. Vanessa shifted closer, their bodies aligning, the heat between them sparking back to life in a way that felt inevitable.
“Fuck, I love you like this,” Emma murmured against her lips.
“Like what?” Vanessa’s voice was a whisper, her lips brushing Emma’s jaw as her hand travelled upwards, cupping her breast with a gentle squeeze that sent a pulse of heat straight to Emma’s pussy.
“When you slow down. When it feels like we have all night and nothing else matters.”
Vanessa’s smile may have been soft, but her eyes were hungrier than they had been all night. “Wedohave all night.”
