14. Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

The next evening after dinner, Rosalie entered the third-floor living room and held back a sigh. This just kept happening. Tonight, for example, the kids were asleep early and the grownups were relaxing with a movie night. There were three big, cushy couches arranged around the big screen. On one, Cassidy was sprawled, her head on Lane's lap, their fingers in her hair. On the other, sat Brynn, Savannah nestled cozily into her body, Brynn's outstretched arm around her shoulders. Which left the third couch.. for Kinsey and Rosalie.

It was the curse of hanging out with couples. If Kinsey hadn't been there, Rosalie would have been the extra addition, the added party of one. That wasn't the most comfortable position to be in, but it was a lot more comfortable than the way the two of them kept getting thrown together like a third couple by default. At the dining table, the two of them always sat side by side. Or earlier today, the two of them were placed together in the back of the luxury van as they were all ferried up a snowy mountain ski resort, not because any of them were skiers, but because the view from the top was gorgeous. Then, of course, when they got there, the ski lifts were all built for two. Each couple jumped in ahead and snuggled up close in the cold.

Kinsey had turned to her and smiled, a faint hint of an eye roll at their predicament as the ski lift caught them and carried them away together again.

The bar came down overhead, and the two of them swayed in the silence as the lift creaked excruciatingly slowly over the view. About thirty feet in front of them, Savannah and Brynn were stealing a kiss. Rosalie looked away.

"So," said Kinsey after a while, her voice a light tease. "Here we are again."

Rosalie risked a glance sideways and instantly regretted it. Kinsey looked extraordinarily appealing, the contrast of her gleaming black hair against the snowy backdrop, a lovely flush on her skin from the cold.

"I guess so," Rosalie said. Of course Kinsey would go straight for the elephant in the room, now they were stuck forty feet in the air with nowhere to go. "The joys of being the fifth and sixth wheel."

"It's pretty horrible," Kinsey agreed. "Everyone else is making out and I'm stuck with someone, that as you know, I find extremely repellant."

Rosalie prayed the cold was strong enough to prevent a full blush but she wasn't quite sure it entirely succeeded. She definitely felt warm.

"That sounds really hard for you." She narrowed her eyes at Kinsey. "How absolutely dreadful."

Kinsey laughed.

"I'm miserable," she said, and bit her lip against a smile, looking out at the snowy hill.

Rosalie wasn't sure where to go with that. Kinsey had made it quite clear the day before that she viewed their night together as just a hot casual blip in her life that was clearly full of hot casual blips. It wasn't like she'd thought Kinsey was going to stay hung up on her, but the understanding that she absolutely hadn't left Rosalie a little… hanging. She hadn't imagined the heat of Kinsey's gaze on her in the hot tub, surely she hadn't? But then again, last night Kinsey had barely seemed to notice her at dinner and it made her a little crazy.

And now, here, high above the snow, Kinsey seemed to be flirting with her? Rosalie couldn't tell if she was being toyed with or if Kinsey was just so damn cool about casual sex that this was zero stakes flirting for her. She tried to scoot slightly further away, fighting a slight scowl at the solid metal bar holding them close together.

The night they'd met, Kinsey had told her, her tone low and hungry, that Rosalie was the hottest fuck she'd ever had. Rosalie remembered it perfectly, what with how she'd replayed the moment more than once, alone in her bed at night, right when she was about to come. It never failed to push her over the edge. Was that just one of Kinsey's lines? Did she say that to everyone? Damnit, she wanted to know.

She was almost on the verge of actually asking her when the ski lift made the top of the hill and they tumbled out to join the others. For the rest of the day, Kinsey was perfectly sweet-natured and easygoing toward her - no lingering gazes, no smoldering eyes - just as if Rosalie was no more than a casual acquaintance who deserved her politeness. Which was what Roalie should want, right? No awkwardness, no uncomfortable moments, no one suspecting a thing. Instead, it made her nuts.

Kinsey had been all in, the night they'd met. The confidence, the smirk, the desperate want, the dirty talk. Her kiss, the way she fucked Rosalie, the traces of tenderness afterward, so adamantly clear that she liked her. Hadn't she even said something about wanting to beg? And then this? Rosalie gently flicked aside as if there had been nothing between them but a quickie in a bar with a stranger?

Right now, Kinsey lounged comfortably on one side of the sofa in front of the big screen. She wore a pair of gray sweatpants and a long sleeved white henley. Everything about her appearance was casual, but she also looked achingly cozy like she'd be soft everywhere Rosalie touched. Rosalie swallowed and quickly took her place on the other side of the non-couple couch. As soon as she sat, Brynn dimmed the lights and the movie started. It was an old classic, something Rosalie should have liked, but she absolutely couldn't take her eyes off Kinsey.

The henley was unbuttoned, just enough to show a subtle dip of cleavage. Rosalie couldn't pull her gaze away from the little gap in the fabric to save her life. When she did finally manage, there was plenty else to distract her too. The cling of the soft, white cotton to the shape of her torso, the curve of her throat, the glimpse of collarbone, the fall of her glossy hair over her shoulder, the fullness of her lips, the sparkle of her eyes… looking back at Rosalie. Oh shit.

Kinsey responded to Rosalie's unsubtle gaze with a small smirk of acknowledgement and then she… returned to the movie. She didn't toy with her hair, or bite her lip, or arch her spine just a little, or give any fucking sign, whatsoever, that having caught Rosalie lusting over her, she was going to encourage it one bit. This was what Rosalie got for rejecting her when she had the chance.

Rosalie spent the rest of the movie, gazing almost unseeingly at the screen. Kinsey might be attracted to her, but she was clearly done. There would be no more chasing Rosalie, no more bold seductions, no pushing her buttons or making her pleasantly uncomfortable and Rosalie was bereft. She wanted more. She wanted so much more.

By the time the movie ended, Cassidy was passed out asleep and Lane was too damn cute to move her. Brynn practically carried Savannah off to bed; the tired parents almost asleep on their feet. Kinsey and Rosalie left the room at more or less the same time, and Rosalie found her heart pounding slightly as they walked down the stairs together. Kinsey though, simply smiled and wished her a calm goodnight as she opened the door to her guest room and closed it behind her with a firm click.

Back in her room, Rosalie found herself filled with restless energy. She felt immensely annoyed with the Rosalie of two months ago for fucking things up so spectacularly. Surely there could have been a better way to have managed the situation with Kinsey. There had to have been some way that they could have worked it out so that Rosalie wasn't left so stewing with regret.

She rolled her eyes at herself and went and took a long shower. She found herself wondering… what if? What if Kinsey was actually just respecting what Rosalie had literally told her she wanted? What if Kinsey still wanted her, the way her gaze in the hot tub had clearly spelled out? What if Kinsey was just as tied into knots as Rosalie was?

A sudden realization hit her as she was brushing her teeth. She knew where Kinsey's bedroom was. Oh god, she was just there. There was one way Rosalie could get all the answers she wanted. Oh shit, she was doing this wasn't she? She was. She rinsed, spat and pulled on a robe - the short silky one, rather than the big cozy one - and after a careful tousle of her hair and a quick slick of lip gloss, just in case, she stepped out of her steamy bathroom and pulled open her bedroom door.

And there, right on the other side stood Kinsey.

"Going somewhere?" she asked softly and Rosalie's heart began to pound. Kinsey was in what must be her version of pajamas, a tight navy blue tank top and tiny matching shorts. Her long silky hair was loose and her eyes were both amused and smug, exactly how Rosalie remembered them.

Rosalie stepped back into her bedroom in wordless invitation, and Kinsey almost waltzed in.

"Were you going to knock?" Rosalie asked, as she closed the door and they faced each other.

Kinsey shrugged one shoulder. "I knew you'd be out any second."

"You're still so confident," Rosalie said, wonderingly.

"And you're so transparent," Kinsey said, watching her closely. Rosalie felt herself flush.

"That night we met… I think maybe I made a mistake," she said quietly. Kinsey tilted her head, considering her.

"I think I did too."

"You did?" Rosalie was thrown now.

"Yeah. Turns out I just want you, however I can have you." Rosalie went slightly dizzy. Kinsey stepped closer to her. "Fuck the strings," she said softly, her eyes dark. "I just want to see you come again."

Rosalie's knees went weak.

"Yes please," she whispered. Kinsey stepped closer again. Rosalie's back hit the door, their bodies whisper-close.

"You're cute," Kinsey said warmly. "But it's not going to be so easy as that. After what you did to me last time, you're going to have to beg me for it."

Despite the casual authority of Kinsey's tone, Rosalie caught the way her dark eyes burned, unmistakable desire, and all for her. Rosalie had all the answers she'd been seeking.

Very slowly, she untied her robe and let it slip to the floor. Underneath she was wearing nothing but a tiny pair of lace panties. Kinsey's eyes went wide, her lips parting. She let her gaze track hungrily down Rosalie's bare body and a small ragged breath escaped her.

"No, I'm not," Rosalie said quietly, and Kinsey moaned. She slid all the way to her knees before her, pressing her face to Rosalie's abdomen, already kissing along the waistband of her panties.

" Fuck " Kinsey whispered, "I can't not have you." She sounded desperate. "Are you wet for me already?" Her nose nudged against her panties and Rosalie could feel the heat of her breath through the lace, making her shiver.

"I've been wet for you all day," she said softly. Kinsey whimpered slightly and licked her through the lace making Rosalie's breath catch, hard.

"You need it so badly, don't you, honey?" Kinsey let her tongue slip just inside the edge of her panties, barely grazing over sensitive skin and Rosalie began to shudder with want.

"I do," she whispered. " Please, I can't take it anymore."

"Oh you can't take it anymore?" Kinsey pulled back and gazed up at her, her eyebrows raised. "You're the one who stopped me from having this months ago." She tongued her through her panties again and Rosalie moaned. Kinsey looked up at her, on her knees before her, her voice going plaintive. "Do you know how much you made me regret that I never got to eat your pussy?"

" Kinsey -" Rosalie squeaked out. "Enough talking ."

Kinsey made a little hum of approval, her mouth quirking in amusement at Rosalie's increasing desperation.She took hold of Rosalie's panties and tugged them down and all the way off, helping her step out of them. Then, faced with nothing but her bare body she pulled Rosalie's left leg over her shoulder, and just before she leaned in, she looked up.

"Take your time, honey, I want to see you get it all over my face."

Rosalie was moaning even before she felt the first luxurious pass of Kinsey's warm tongue.

"Oh god, yes ," Kinsey moaned as she tasted her and then - finally - she stopped talking altogether. The wet heat of her mouth felt desperately wicked and Rosalie's whole body caught fire. This was insane; she only had one of her legs to support her, the other practically wrapped around Kinsey as she began to expertly take her apart with her mouth. Thank god for all that yoga.

Rosalie closed her eyes and let herself feel every swipe and swirl of that soft, confident tongue. Every part of her felt focussed and alive; Rosalie found herself paying attention to the way she was beginning to drown in pleasure like she needed to memorize every hazy second of it. It had been so long since desire had featured so heavily in her life; she couldn't remember the last time she'd been so desperately in her own body. Wait - yes she could - and, it was in this same woman's presence.

Rosalie moaned as the oft repeated memory hit her again, only this time Kinsey was right here with her, intent on making her lose her mind. She could already feel this was going to be a mind-blowing orgasm, tiny sparks ahead of the real thing beginning to tremble like a warning through her nervous system. Kinsey's fingers began to drift, lightly tracing over her ass, softly teasing at the juncture of her thighs, her tongue both gentle and demanding, pulling pleasure out of her like Rosalie couldn't resist it if she tried. She shuddered and Kinsey's mouth moved, her lips slipping around her clit and beginning to gently suck. She didn't stop.

Rosalie shattered.

"Oh my god, Rosalie," Kinsey panted, after Rosalie had come long and luxuriously hard against her talented mouth. She looked up, her eyes practically worshipful as Rosalie trembled against the door, then slowly kissed her way up her abdomen and over her breasts, to her throat and finally stood face to face with her, watching Rosalie struggle to regain her breath. "How are you still so worth the wait?"

Kinsey leaned in and finally kissed her. Rosalie kissed her back, shocked with hunger.

"I'm going to need you to come to bed with me," she gasped, cupping Kinsey's face, sliding her hand into her soft hair as they made out.

"I thought you'd never ask," Kinsey said, her dark eyes gleaming. "Like, literally."

Rosalie took her hand and led her to her bed, pulling her straight down into another kiss. Kinsey pressed up against her in the sheets and Rosalie whimpered at good she felt.

"Take off all your clothes," she whispered, already drowning in heat. Kinsey looked at her, hazily.

"You do it."

Rosalie sat up and straddled her, watching Kinsey go slightly limp as she looked up at Rosalie naked above her. She grabbed the bottom of Kinsey's tank top and pulled it up over her head. For a second she just stared, Kinsey staring back up at her.

"God, why do you have to be so perfect?" Rosalie murmured, her voice cracking, taking in her small high breasts, hard nipples, the tiny aroused goosebumps on her skin. Kinsey showed no hint of shyness, just pure desire as she gazed up at Rosalie, letting her take her time. Rosalie did. She nuzzled Kinsey's warm throat, then kissed her way to her breasts. Perhaps because she was so well-endowed herself, Rosalie loved small breasts. Kinsey's were everything she fantasized about, just a perfect handful, and when she slipped a small firm nipple into her mouth Kinsey began to slowly lose it, writhing her hips hungrily up against her in a way that showed just how incredibly sensitive she was.

She pulled back and tugged Kinsey's indecently small shorts off. She was so wet, Rosalie could see it on her thighs and Rosalie had never been so desperate to touch someone. She looked down at Kinsey.

"Come here," she said. Kinsey bit her lip and sat up. "On your knees," she murmured, and with her eyes focussed and heated Kinsey moved up onto her knees. Rosalie did the same and kissed her, their faces equal for just a moment, then she pushed her to sit back on her heels. Rosalie climbed into her lap and straddled her. Kinsey's eyes went wide.

"Oh fuck yes," she whispered, her face full of Rosalie's breasts. Rosalie reached down between both their split thighs and stroked her fingers against unbelievable silky wet heat. Kinsey cried out, spreading her legs wider beneath her as Rosalie touched her for the first time. Rosalie began to gently writhe in her lap, slipping her fingers in a swirl of heat and letting Kinsey watch as she arched her back for her.

"Oh god, " Kinsey moaned. Her hands gripped tight to Rosalie's hips to balance them both, so Kinsey could only watch, pressing hungry kisses to Rosalie's breasts as she moved against her.

Rosalie was beyond turned on as she watched Kinsey - always so bold and confident - start to lose control. Her mouth against Rosalie's breasts lacked any finesse for once, as she began to pant with need, but the sensation was almost sexier for it, haphazard licks and sucks as she moaned and rolled her hips against Rosalie's fingers. Kinsey's cheeks were flushed and her eyes glazed with pleasure; her moans turned to gasps and she began to tremble for several long intense seconds before she threw back her head and cried out, pushing herself against Rosalie's hand, her hips bucking. Rosalie soaked up every second of it. Kinsey was so fucking sexy it felt indecent. Then she collapsed back boneless on the bed and lay gasping, her arm flung over her face.

Rosalie stayed sitting astride her hips and watched her, both aroused and somewhat smug.

"You look good this way," Rosalie said, a gentle throwback to their first time together. Kinsey started to laugh, but it took another minute before she removed the arm from her face and gazed up at Rosalie. Her expression was soft and slightly goofy with pleasure.

"God," she said. "I was not wrong when I figured you'd be hot in bed."

Rosalie bit her lip and looked down at her. Kinsey, lazing back naked against the pillow, was giving her that look again, like she was literally the sexiest sight she'd ever seen.

"And when did you decide that about me exactly?" Rosalie wanted to know.

"Approximately two minutes after we first met," Kinsey said. "There's just something about you…" she trailed off. "I think it's your eyes."

"My eyes? " That was not what she'd been expecting.

"You have the most incredible fuck me eyes I've ever seen," Kinsey said. "And," she considered, "the most incredible I want to fuck you eyes too."

"You're just saying I'm obvious," Rosalie said, still somehow unwilling to get off her perch, straddling Kinsey's naked waist. "No poker face."

"No," Kinsey said, "that's not it."

She reached up and pulled Rosalie down on top of her and kissed her mouth. Bare skin on bare skin, both bodies flushed and heated with desire. Rosalie was barely keeping it together. They rolled so they were face to face, pressed together from ankles to hips. Kinsey pulled back just enough to look at her. "It's definitely your eyes. Though, if we're talking transparent," she gave a small smile, "you're also sexy as hell when you blush for me."

"That," Rosalie's eyes narrowed, "is a definite lie. It's the curse of a redhead; I look like a tomato."

"Mm-mm," Kinsey murmured, her head shaking slightly. She reached out and gently traced her fingers over Rosalie's cheek, her throat, her collarbone. "Your skin is gorgeous. All creamy and delicate and then, all of a sudden it's like I can see your blood. You're hot blooded, Rosalie, and it makes me desperate to fuck you."

Rosalie made a small, inarticulate noise at that and Kinsey kissed her, heatedly.

"Well," she continued. "Thank you for being sexy as fuck."

She dropped a kiss on Rosalie's shoulder and extricated herself, slipping to the edge of the bed and pulling her tank top and boy shorts back on. Rosalie went still. Kinsey, fully dressed again, did some kind of ridiculously sexy crawl back over the rumpled sheets toward her and kissed her mouth, thoroughly.

"Goodnight, Rosalie." She pulled back and got up. She was at the door before she paused, just briefly. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

Rosalie just nodded, dumbly, from where she lay in the sheets, nowhere near fully sated and just like that, Kinsey was gone.