Chapter 21

CHAPTER 21

The mac and cheese was heaven , especially when paired with the most garlicky of garlic breads. And it was focaccia, which made everything better. Tender and crispy, it had pockets of flavor that made Faith moan with every bite.

Bex was very quiet as they ate.

Faith kept sneaking looks at her, but each time Bex caught her looking, Bex was the one to blush and duck her head. What on earth…?

"Bex, what's going on?"

"Nothing," she mumbled.

Faith put her spoon down—which was difficult because this mac and cheese was absolutely heavenly—and looked sternly at her. " Bex ," she said, putting a significant amount of emphasis on the other woman's name. "What is going on?"

"I need a bit more of an idea about what ‘this won't be the end us' means."

Faith almost laughed but didn't when she saw Bex's face. It was the most neurospicy thing that she'd ever heard a neurotypical say. "That's fair. Do you want me to explain what it means to me, or would you like to say what it means to you?"

"You, please," said Bex.

It was obvious to Faith that Bex was worrying about whether she was misinterpreting what Faith had said, because that was exactly the kind of thing that Faith tended to worry about herself.

"Well, I'd like us to date," said Faith. "I don't really know what that looks like exactly, because I'm not exactly experienced in this whole relationship thing."

Bex looked thoughtful. "Exclusively?"

Faith's stomach sank. She'd considered trying polyamory before, and she knew people for whom it worked very well, but she didn't know if she had the nervous system for it. The idea of Bex dating her and then dating someone else, made her feel small and insignificant. She'd never had someone make her their main priority, and if she were polyamorous, she'd constantly worry if that was going to happen here too. "I mean, I'd prefer to be exclusive." She tried to keep her tone light, but her emotions were churning underneath.

"Good," said Bex. "It might be selfish of me, but I don't like the idea of you with anyone else."

The sigh of relief Faith let out was loud. Bex looked up at her and laughed. "Oh shit, you were worried about it too? We're a bit of a pair, aren't we?"

"Just a little bit," said Faith. "Okay, so why don't we say that we're dating? And the rest of it will all fall into place in time, I'm sure."

"That sounds good," said Bex, and smiled shyly.

"Now can I finish eating my mac and cheese?" Faith knew she sounded slightly grumpy, but mac and cheese!

"Absolutely," said Bex.

The film they picked out was one with lots of explosions, something beyond silly, and the perfect end to the perfect day. They curled up on the couch together, not bothering with clothes, and covered themselves with a big blanket.

This time it was Faith who fell asleep first, drifting off, curled up against Bex, and snoring intermittently, from the way she jerked awake every now and then.

Bex looked beyond amused by the whole situation.

"Are you literally snoring yourself awake?" she asked and Faith had merely stuck her tongue out and commented that Bex should invest in a pair of very good earplugs.

They tumbled into bed together, fairly early, and were both conked out within minutes. No time for sexiness or making out because they'd managed to tucker themselves out completely.

Faith woke up first again, the next morning.

Bex was still asleep next to her, but instead of getting up and making breakfast again, Faith rolled over and cuddled up close. Bex mumbled something and rolled over until she was spooning Faith.

She liked how their respective roles in a scene didn't determine who was big spoon and who was little spoon. She liked both positions, she'd discovered this weekend, although this morning Bex curled up against her was doing things to Faith.

She wriggled her ass where she fit against Bex and Bex groaned sleepily and bit her shoulder.

Faith squeaked, and Bex flung an arm over her and pulled her back close. "Hush up, squeaky. Lie here and feel all silky against me."

"I'm not squeaky!" said Faith in what was, it had to be admitted, a squeaky voice.

Bex bit her neck this time, and then sucked and kissed, and Faith proved Bex's point by making a whole array of noises that ranged from high pitched to ones only dogs could hear. She felt the rumble of Bex's laugh before she heard it, and it heated her skin.

"My squeaky toy," said Bex, and rolled over until she was above Faith, nestled between her legs.

She ground up against her, and Faith was wet. Very fucking wet.

"Kiss me," she whispered, and Bex leaned down and did just that. Soft butterfly kisses that peppered her jawline and her cheeks until finally— finally —she reached Faith's lips.

Faith almost sighed into that kiss, melting in Bex's arms.

Bex ground against her again, making little circular motions with her hips and Faith whispered, "More."

"More? You want more, rainbow girl?"

"Yes. Right now."

Bex pressed a burning kiss to her lips and then moved up and away. Faith frowned at the sudden distance and reached up to pull her back.

"Uh uh, I'm just thinking. You know how you liked me filling you up?"

Fuck yes she'd liked being filled up.

"Well, I have my strap-on in my bag. How would you like to be filled up with that?"

Faith's eyes widened and she nodded. Yes. Yes, absolutely yes. That sounded like the perfect way to start this day.

"Okay, give me a second." Bex got tangled in the sheets and fell off the bed in her hurry to get to her bag.

"You okay?" asked Faith, sitting up and peering over the edge of the bed to see where Bex was in a heap on the floor.

Bex bounced back up and grinned. "Yup, just a minor setback!" She rushed across the room and was soon back, complete with harness, strap-on and lube.

The strap-on looked large, and Bex leaned over and kissed Faith. "Don't worry, with the way you took my fingers yesterday, this'll be a doozy. And it looks larger than it is, I promise."

Faith was going to have to take Bex's word for it. The harness looked complicated to put on, but Bex managed it and then shifted until she was over Faith once more.

"Look at me," she said, and Faith obeyed. "It's just us. It's just me."

Nodding, Faith leaned up and kissed Bex, which settled her nerves. "We've got this."

"We've got this," agreed Bex.

She didn't use the strap-on straight away, but instead returned to kissing Faith, making her way down her neck to each breast, nibbling as she went.

There were inevitably more squeaks, and that helped Faith relax, until Bex's mouth was at her pussy, and she kissed her there as well.

" Bex! " Somehow, it was that kiss, delivered by Bex so perfectly, that almost undid Faith. She writhed and gasped, and when Bex slipped two—no, three—fingers inside of her, she was so wet there was no resistance whatsoever.

"You're so wet for me," Bex said, her eyes dark with desire. "All for me, my lovely rainbow girl."

"Yes," said Faith. "All for you."

"Would you like…?"

"Now please," said Faith. She needed Bex as close to her as possible, bodies slick with sweat and touching, and that wasn't happening with fingers between them.

She'd lubed up the strap-on already, and so slowly inched forward, giving Faith time to adjust.

Faith felt so full , or at least she thought she did, until Bex withdrew and thrust back in with such precision that Faith's eyes rolled upward and her sight almost whited out.

"What the fuck?" she said, and then, when Bex paused, "don't stop! For God's sake, do not stop."

"I love it when you get all demanding," said Bex. "That's it, rainbow girl, tell me what you want. Tell me what you need."

"You," Faith almost growled out. "I need you."

Bex took Faith's right leg and placed it on her shoulder, and then pushed at Faith's left knee until it spread open for her. "You've got me." She paused then, looking down at Faith's pussy, filled with her strap-on. "Come on, pretty rainbow girl, beg me for it."

"Fuck you," said Faith, and grinned. "Fuck, Bex, you know I need it."

In one swift movement, Bex slammed into Faith so deep that Faith finally understood what people said about seeing stars. Bex took up a rhythm that was faster than Faith knew was possible. "You're going to come on my strap-on," Bex told her. "You're going to come apart for me, and then, once you're spent, you're going to touch my clit and I will shatter for you. My perfect rainbow girl, all wet and needy for me."

Faith was wet and needy.

And desperate.

She needed to come for Bex.

Bex leaned down so that their noses touched, never once pausing the movement of her hips. "I've got you, rainbow girl. Come for me."