Ch 5. Laura
She lunges forward and her lips touch my skin, kissing the tattoo, sucking the spot below where my hipbone juts out. I gasp, my head reeling. I feel her teeth grazing and I find my hands enveloping her hair, the short tufts of curls catching light between the spaces of my fingers, flowing over my knuckles. My bandaged hand trails to her jaw, pointing her face upwards again. She looks drunk, but I know she's not- Don's presence soured her desire for that tonight. Her breathing is heavy already, and she rises to her knees unsteadily on my soft bed. My eyes still wide, darting around and unsure if we should meander forward. Laura locks onto my eyes as she rises further, lips meeting mine and I breathe her in. Her lips are soft and aggressive. Odd, I think. She's usually much less assertive, but tonight I can tell she's had enough. I lean in and move my mouth to the rhythm of hers, my lips tingling and buzzing. With my eyes closed, I pull back slightly, take a breath and trail to bite her bottom lip. Her hands have found their way around the small of my back, pulling me toward her. Her soft chest flattens against mine and I hear her groan my name low.
"Willow, god-I-", she cuts off as I cover her mouth again. I shake from hearing her call my given name, a sudden burst of strength surging through my arms and an urge to push her flat on her back. As if our bodies exist as one she slides down, grabbing my shirt and bringing me with her. I let go of her and catch my arms on either side of her torso on the bed. I lean forward, bringing my knee up to balance over her. Laura grabs my neck and brings me the rest of the way down to her lips again. I can feel my hand stinging again from the pressure of my body, but I ignore it, pressing forward. She slides back further, allowing me to climb on the bed over her the rest of the way. I bring myself to my elbows, the jewel toned knit fabric under her catching on my bandage as I do so.
Her hands are exploring my torso under my lose shirt, pulling it higher and higher over my back as we continue to kiss. My face is hot and I'm sweating slightly, my rapid pulse can be felt everywhere from my collarbone to my legs. I stop myself to raise to my knees, still straddling her legs and throw off the shirt, seeing it hit the door handle and slide into a clump. Laura lifts and bring her mouth the space under my bust, her hands trail behind me along my spine and stop when they reach the clasp. There is no hesitation, no learning curve for my friend-although to be sure, we aren't friends anymore, if we have ever been "just" friends.
Her hands deftly unclasp the teal fabric and pull it from my body as though it were on fire. I fall back down, sitting slightly and reach for the hemline of her shirt, stopping to meet her eyes. She is distracted, however, focused on my exposed breasts. Her eyes wide and looking shocked, her thumbs caressing the outer curve that connects to my torso. I am burning up, and her breath is cold on my skin, giving me goosebumps as she stares.
I tug slightly again to catch her attention and she looks at me, like she's been caught. I tilt my head, inquiring with my eyes. After glancing down, she takes off her glasses, raises her arms and lets me slide off the fabric from her body.
I see her breast shake freely as she moves and I smile selfishly thinking about how she wore no bra under my shirt. She bites her lip, nervous but passionate. This isn't the first time I've seen her shirtless, but it is the first time I've been allowed to study her heavy, low hanging chest closely. Her nipples are large, and dark; she has freckles across her chest like constellations in the night sky and I want to map them all. Laura's breathing is hard and irregular, hitched and I can tell she wants more. I reach out, gliding over her smooth skin to feel the bumps marking the boundary of her nipple. I squeeze gently, taking hold of her her neck with my other hand, and she rubs her jaw into my palm gently. I guider her to touch my skin as well, giving her the freedom she's been denied in her mind. She's shaking but determined, and under her breathe I hear her say a hurricane of a phrase, pushing me back.
"I-I...I think I love-No. I do. love you". She repeated, almost to herself more than me. "I love you". The air sweeps from my lungs and I sit, my arms falling in my lap. I sat, not moving for a moment.
"Really?", I asked, unsure. My head spun. "Really?" I whispered again, suddenly aware that we were not alone in my apartment.
"...Yea...", Laura says, dazed and not meeting my eyes.
"Ok", I replied, and I brought my lips back to hers in response.