Chapter 10

Kirsten crept along the streets, the snow blowing around wildly. "You okay, honey?"

She needed to get home, and feed the cats, and Skyla didn't want to go back to her house, which was fine with her.

She wasn't sure what had happened, but Skyla had been so tense, and by the time they'd left, she'd been smiling.

"Yeah. That was a great day, Kirsten. Thanks."

"You're very welcome. Do we need to grab anything from your place?"

"Driving looks tough enough. Surely you have jammies I can wear."

"I do. I have cozy clothes, food, wine, and snuggly kittens." And a bed big enough for two.

"See? I knew I could count on you. And I know you have that extra toothbrush." Skyla grinned over at her, looking younger than she had since Kirsten had met her, the lines around her mouth relaxed.

"I do. I'm the queen of preparedness. Think Boy Scout with less boy." She pulled into her space, managing not to totally skid out. Go team her.

"That was super good, honey. I wouldn't have been able to do it." Skyla peered out the window. "I might bust my ass just going in."

"Nope. Not busting your pretty little ass. You can hold my arm." She hoped she didn't do the busting herself.

"Got it." Skyla crawled out of the car and grabbed Kirsten's arm, and together they slipped and slid into the building, where they both sighed with relief.

The cats were meowing and leaping and terrorizing each other.

"I think they were worried."

"I thought cats could go days on their own?" Skyla started stripping out of cold weather gear, and that was worth watching. It really was. It brought to mind other kinds of disrobing.

"They can, but these guys are used to me, and the kittens are disrupting the balance. All but one go home this week." And then they'd all settle.

"Oh right. Kittens. I didn't forget, exactly, I just wasn't thinking."

Kirsten tilted her head. "Where's your dog?"

"Hmm?"

"Didn't you say he travels on the bus?"

"Oh! Yes." Skyla chuckled. "I told you she was in daycare, right? But my bus driver wanted to take her for a bit. He worried about the rental house. They're besties."

"Oh, good. I want to meet her. Him. The dog. I love dogs." She just loved cats first.

"Totally. In fact, I'm going to have Dan bring him in tomorrow. I want to play in the snow with him." Skyla chuckled. "The band will have to just wait on me now."

"You're the one who calls the shots. Are you hungry?"

"Starving. I bet ordering is out in this weather. But I can cook." Skyla came to her, sliding both hands up under her shirt.

"Oh…" Babe, I bet you can. "Your hands are warm."

"Are they? I was all wrapped up while you had to drive. What can I do to get you all hot?" Those green eyes gleamed.

"Oh… You should try one of those amazing kisses again, hmm?"

"I like that idea." Skyla tugged her down while going up on tiptoe, offering her mouth.

It was the easiest thing ever, to part Skyla's lips with her tongue, cup Skyla's head, and bring their bodies together. They moved close, the kiss going deep in a heartbeat, and she moaned, the sound loud to her own ears, as Skyla reached up to touch her cheek.

She walked Skyla over to the sofa, refusing to break the kiss apart. And Skyla clung to her, hands on her shoulders so it was kind of like a dance. Damn, she felt good. Curvy. Soft. Hot as fire.

She sat first, drawing Skyla down to straddle her lap. She loved that weight, that solid heat against her. Kirsten's hands found that sweet ass, and she squeezed firmly.

"Mmm. Damn. You have good hands."

There was a loud meow as they sank down on the couch, and they grinned at each other, but they dove back into the kiss. Whoever had been displaced would get over it.

Skyla tugged her hair out of her ponytail holder, and it fell around their faces like a strawberry and cinnamon-scented curtain. Kirsten sucked in a deep breath, filling her lungs.

Skyla put both hands on Kirsten's cheeks, holding her there, and that tongue found hers, driving her higher and higher as they slid against each other.

Kirsten pushed under the waistband of Skyla's heavy sweater and found one firm breast, rubbing the hard nipple through a lacy bra.

"Oh." Skyla's lips parted, her body undulating. "Right there."

"You like that, huh?"

"Hell, yes, woman. That's like heaven."

If that was heaven, Skyla was in for a treat. Later when she got her lady spread eagled on her bed. Kirsten had some damn plans. But for right now, she would settle for some heavy petting on the couch.

Skyla ran those long nails down her back, then pushed up under her shirt again, rubbing at her muscles.

"Damn…you have a great touch." Those guitar calluses felt like heaven.

"And you have the hottest, smoothest skin." Skyla unhooked her little white bra. She'd worn it instead of a sports bra because it was the prettiest one she had, for all that it was just cotton.

Kirsten tugged Skyla's sweater up and off, and oh, that was pretty—a deep violet lace against skin like cream? Kirsten approved, down in her gut. She traced the edge of one cup with her finger before dipping beneath to touch that nipple with no cloth in the way.

The demi cup didn't prove to be any deterrent, and she slowly rubbed the fat nub with her thumb, hard enough that it made Skyla squeak.

She grinned when Skyla pulled back to look at her, lips parted and a little swollen, that pink tongue tip coming out to lick them. "Now that was pure evil."

"But evil good, right?"

"Uh-huh. Do it again."

She could so do that. And then she would hit up the other side.

"Can I—Oh, right there…" Skyla arched back, her lips parted as Kirsten played that needy bit of flesh, encouraging it to swell and stiffen more.

She wanted to taste it. Wanted to put her mouth on Skyla so bad. That skin called to her, the musky scent so enticing.

She tugged Skyla up a little, her lips wrapping around that tiny bud. She teased with the tip of her tongue, saving the tongue stud for a few more heartbeats.

"Uhn." Skyla's little sound was completely unscripted, she thought. It just pushed out in a grunt.

Oh, hell yes. She sucked firmly, dragging her stud along the firm flesh.

"Oh my god." Skyla shuddered. "That's a concealed weapon."

She glanced up, smiling, and she let the nipple pop out of her lips. "Wait until you feel it on your clit."

"Thank God I'm sitting down." Skyla laughed. "My knees are jelly."

"Mmm…we've got time to let you come…" She winked. "Back together."

"We do. Ain't nothing but snow out there and soft, warm blankets in here." Skyla cupped her breasts, palms over her nipples through her bra.

She parted her lips, letting Skyla bring one of those perfect, heavy breasts to her mouth. As soon as she latched on, Kirsten cupped Skyla's other breast and held it. There was a tiny little tattoo there—a crescent moon with stars dangling from it.

She was in heaven.

Surrounded by Skyla's warmth, she tasted that fine skin and listened to Skyla sing for her. That voice rose as Skyla cursed a little, and her breath went ragged.

She kissed her way across to Skyla's other breast, her free hand sliding down that soft, lush stomach. She would touch this woman forever, and she was still half dressed. That was just amazing to her.

"Jesus, Kirsten. Honey. You make me so fucking wet."

Good. That made a deep, possessive sensation hit her in the pit of her belly. "I want that. I want you to be crazy for me, lady."

"I am." Skyla put a hand on the back of her head again, kissing her like there was no tomorrow.

She teased one finger along Skyla's waistband, waiting to make sure she read Skyla's clues right.

"Let me—" Skyla eased off her lap to shimmy out of the rest of her clothes.

Oh. That was reading things right.

"Want to come to the bed, lady?" She leaned forward and kissed the curve of Skyla's belly.

"I do. It should be cozy there, huh." Skyla glanced back over her shoulder. "And maybe less of an audience."

She looked. The cats ranged all over the room, staring at them.

"Pervy little pussycats," she muttered, making Skyla giggle.

"Come on, huh?" Skyla bounced and jiggled in all the right places when she pulled Kirsten up.

She followed that sweet ass up to her loft, where her bed waited for them. She stripped down herself, trying to look as confident as she wanted to be. She knew she had nothing to be ashamed of, but she was inked and lean and she worried she wasn't Skyla's type.

Skyla drew in a breath. "Oh, hello, honey. You're stunning."

"Yeah? You're everything I like in a woman." Skyla was soft and stacked, so fucking pretty it made her mouth dry, and she had a thing for blondes.

"Good." Skyla pulled her down on the bed, rolling them so they could tangle their legs and kiss like that was all they had to do for the rest of their lives.

Kirsten pushed her thigh between Skyla's legs, dragging them together to give Skyla the friction that she needed.

Riding her leg, Skyla moaned, a flush working down from her cheeks to her neck and chest. Lord, she was pretty when she was all rosy, sweat starting to bead up on her skin.

"Yes." She was burning up too, her own need buzzing along her spine.

Skyla ran those hands down Kirsten's sides, then grabbed her ass, squeezing. "You got some muscle, girl."

She flexed for Skyla, because she knew her arms were hot and tight.

Laughing, Skyla leaned down and bit her bicep, then licked it as if to ease the sting. She liked that Skyla was willing to play, that she wasn't deadly serious about all this. Sex had a certain amount of ridiculousness to it, after all.

She answered by leaning down, capturing one nipple between her lips and tugging, hard.

That got her a sound that was pure sex, and Skyla rippled against her, moving into her touches. They tussled, both of them tasting and licking, touching and exploring. The heat flared between them, making Kirsten pant.

She slipped her hand down, cupping her slick mound, fingers parting the wet lips and stroking, teasing Skyla open. Skyla spread for her, letting her have all the access she needed, and she rubbed the hard bud she found at the top of Skyla's sex with her thumb.

"Kirsten! Oh, fuck. Right there."

Oh, yeah. She knew that. She could feel the rush of wetness that soaked her fingers.

She was all about that sort of need.

Skyla was vocal, telling her just what felt good, and she was returning the favor, maybe with more enthusiasm than experience, but that just fed right into the amazing fantasy of it all.

She started fucking Skyla with her fingers, sliding and licking her way down Skyla's body to that sweet cunt.

"Kirsten. Damn. I'm shaking apart." Skyla stroked her hair, her shoulders, hands never still. Like she was a fine guitar.

"I want to make you fly, lady. I want to hear you sing to me." She kissed Skyla's navel, nibbling there a little bit.

"I can do that. You give me music, honey. In a big way. I want to just write it on your skin."

Oh, fuck. No one had ever said anything that hot to her. Ever.

She moaned and pushed down, suddenly desperate to know Skyla's taste on her tongue, to hear the sounds as Skyla came. She licked a long stripe alongside her fingers, and Skyla let out a soft shriek.

She groaned, her skin tingling as Skyla pushed against her tongue. She teased, licking all around that needy little nub, that bundle of nerves that Skyla needed her to touch.

Shuddering, Skyla clutched at her shoulders, moving against her, the rhythm just like the best song.

Kirsten began licking, even as she fingered Skyla, playing that needy body like her favorite guitar.

Skyla started to babble. Mostly words that made no sense, but she was still saying them, and the praise was clear.

She felt Skyla's body ripple around her, so she pushed in, pressing her lips against Skyla's clit and laving it, working it with her tongue stud. Come on, baby girl. Show me how good it is.

She got a rush of moisture, and Skyla's thighs shook for her, guiding her. Yes. She was definitely rocking it.

By the time Skyla was limp and whimpering on the sheet, Kirsten was feeling like she was on cloud nine, tickled as hell, and more than a little bit addicted.

"You—Kirsten. I need. I—I want to kiss you."

Kirsten kissed the way up Skyla's body, sure and steady. She hadn't wanted to let go of her prize, but at the same time, she tried hard to listen when she was with a lover, and Skyla wanted her there, on more equal footing.

Skyla dove into a kiss, almost hot enough to burn her lips, hard enough that her lips were going to be swollen in the morning.

Kirsten groaned, and she arched against Skyla, rubbing their bodies together as soft, needy sounds escaped her.

"So hot. Lord, honey, you make me crazy." Skyla ran a hand down her torso, hand pushing between them to find her hot spots.

"Mmhmm… You sang for me, so pretty…" And Kirsten was aching.

"You made a good melody." Laughter bounced off the walls, Skyla's sounds pure joy.

"You're good and wet." Those fingers found her core.

"How could I not be? You're in my bed…" She spread her legs a little wider.

"I love that." That glinting grin was all the warning she got before Skyla pressed against her clit, rubbing in circles. She managed not to scrape those long nails over anything sensitive too.

"Mmhmm…right there." She nodded and moved, her hips rocking into Skyla's touch.

"Yes. You like that, huh? Oh, honey, you're hot as fire." Skyla kissed her, lips on her cheek and her shoulder, tongue flicking out to taste her.

She didn't have the breath to argue. She needed pleasure, pressure. She needed Skyla, and Skyla was giving her everything.

They rocked together, hands moving, their breath coming hard. Sweat ran on her body, rivulets going down between her breasts, and she figured they were melting the snow on the roof.

The spring of need in the pit of her belly tightened more and more. She was getting desperate, ready to let go. And Skyla was moaning continuously, starting to lose the rhythm.

"Please…oh fuck, please. Yes." She bucked up, her lips parted and hungry.

"Uh-huh. Soon, honey. I cain't take much more." That voice was getting rougher and twangier by the second. It was stunningly hot.

"You're giving…" Kirsten grunted as that tension let go, giving her wave after wave of pleasure.

"Oh!" Skyla's eyes flew open wide, her lips forming the same shape as the sound.

"Ohhhhh." She shivered and shook against Kirsten, her orgasm sweeping through her.

Kirsten slumped down with a sigh, snuggling into Skyla's shoulder.

"Mmmm. Oh, that was a fine thing." She was a little worried that Skyla was going to be one of those women who babbled after sex, but she just settled, hand on Kirsten's butt.

She leaned forward, kissing the top of Skyla's head. Naptime. Then food. Then round two.

It was one hell of a plan, as far as she was concerned.