Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12

Bex could tell Faith had been desperate, but it had felt like nothing she was doing was going to quite get her there. And so she'd gotten her to stop and focus on Bex.

When Faith had come, Bex had felt a flood of possessiveness that almost alarmed her. She wasn't usually a possessive kind of person. Banging her chest caveman style and claiming her woman wasn't exactly something she did.

It had always felt odd, as if those who did it were trying a little too hard to convince themselves they were in charge.

But the change that had come over Faith when she'd said those two words had been instant. One second, she'd been teetering on the brink of an orgasm, and the next she was coming in Bex's arms.

Faith had needed to hear those words. She'd needed to hear there was someone who had her back, someone who cared.

Someone who'd be there.

Fuck. This was getting complicated fast, and they hadn't even known each other twenty-four hours.

That didn't matter. Because Bex knew, deep down that Faith was hers, they were made for each other in a way she'd only read about in books.

All of a sudden, she didn't want to ride Faith's face. She just wanted them to curl up in each other's arms and hold one another.

That hadn't been what she'd expected from this evening—although none of this was what she'd expected from this evening.

Faith sat up then and cupped Bex's face. "Hey," she said softly. "Where'd you go?"

"I'm right here," said Bex, and she kind of was. She still felt awkward about the fact she'd said Faith could go down on her, and now that felt like such a huge risk she wasn't sure if she could bear it.

"Faith, do you mind if we just cuddled?"

Faith looked slightly disappointed but hid her reaction as quickly as she could—the sweetheart. "Of course, I don't mind. We can cuddle away."

"Please," said Bex, who didn't think that she'd be able to keep it together whilst sitting on Faith's face. "I know I said… but…."

"Bex," said Faith, quietly. "It's totally okay. Come here." And it was Bex curling up next to Faith, snuggling close in Faith's arms, rather than the other way around.

It wasn't that Bex wasn't being the Domme, it was just that she was allowing herself to ask for the things she needed.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd done that.

She must have drifted off, because when she awoke, there was a blanket over her, and a very naked Faith snuggling around her.

Bex had a lot more experience being the big spoon than the little spoon, but it was certainly a position she could get used to. Faith's breasts pressed up against her back and she could feel the heat of Faith's pussy against her arse.

Her fingers were shaky as she blinked and surveyed the room. Faith must have turned the lights off because the room was in darkness. It was peaceful, and though her room was just downstairs, Bex decided to just let herself drift off to sleep once more.

The next time she woke, it was less peaceful.

Faith had gotten out of bed and was doing something around the corner that involved some slight banging. What on earth was she doing?

"Morning," croaked Bex. "Gods, what time is it?"

"It's gone ten," said Faith. "I didn't expect us to sleep in so late!"

"I suppose we did go to bed late," said Bex, getting out of bed and giving a good stretch. "The Dungeon didn't open 'til nine, and we must have been… well, you know … until at least midnight." She padded around the corner until she saw what Faith was up to.

"I forget how time flies when you're having fun," said Faith, with a cheeky grin over her shoulder. "I think we missed breakfast, but there are some ingredients in the fridge here, so I'm making pancakes." She looked down at the pan and amended her statement. "I'm attempting to make pancakes. They're a bit gloopy."

She wasn't wrong, although they were also pink, which was very cute.

"Raspberries," explained Faith when Bex pointed this out. "There was a container in the fridge and it seemed a shame to waste them."

"Yum," said Bex. "I'll take gloopy pancake raspberries." She looked guiltily at Faith. "I have to admit that my post-coital food provision usually extends to really nice sandwiches, and maybe a cooked breakfast if I've got all the bits in for it. I'm not the best of cooks, so whatever you're doing will be far far better than what I can give you in return."

Faith smiled shyly at that. "Do you mean you think this'll happen again?"

Bex didn't quite know what to make of that. "I mean, I'd absolutely love it, only if you're not sure…"

"No, no," Faith protested. "I would love to as well; I just wasn't sure if you wanted to."

Bex clocked what Faith was referring to and sighed internally. But she liked Faith too much not to explain, even if the mere idea of it was enough to have her break out in hives. "I just felt really exposed. Unsure of myself for a second and realized that I needed physical comfort more than I needed physical pleasure in that moment."

"I see." Faith nodded and flipped the pancakes. "I think that makes sense, and it was—of course—totally okay to do that. I just wanted to check in with you about it."

Bex came up behind her and kissed Faith's neck. "Thank you. You're beyond sweet."

Faith served up the pancakes, and they sat at the little table by the kitchenette to eat.

"Would you like to spend the day with me today?" asked Bex. She wasn't sure exactly what they'd do—maybe go for a walk, maybe explore some more of the Rawhide Ranch grounds—but she knew that whatever she was going to do this weekend, she wanted to do it with Faith.

"That sounds lovely," said Faith. "Yes please."