Housemates

Chapter 37

“What?” Ellie said, a bit surprised.

“We don’t have to kiss if you’d rather stop.”

Ellie looked at Mia, astonished she would have such a completely stupid idea. “Seriously?” Ellie said.

“If that’s what you want.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Ellie said. She put her glass on the floor, and leaned over, and kissed Mia again. Just to show how much she wanted to.

“Or we can,” Mia said, happily, into Ellie’s mouth. “If you like.”

“Shut up,” Ellie said, and kept kissing, and after a moment, between the kissing and the vodka, she wasn’t nervous any more.

Ellie was very glad.

She started touching Mia’s arms and neck. Her eyes were closed, and she was as much keeping track of where Mia was as caressing her, but she was caressing too.

Mia took hold of Ellie’s hand, and twisted their fingers together, and squeezed gently as they kissed.

That slight touch was all the contact Mia made with Ellie, just holding her hand. That, and their lips.

They kept kissing. Whole minutes passed in silence, except for little murmurs and sighs and the soft sticky sounds of their mouths.

Ellie couldn’t quite believe how much Mia was into kissing. Ellie liked to kiss Mia, and she liked how much Mia seemed happy just to kiss her back. Groping was fun, and making Ellie come was wonderfully fun, but Mia also seemed happy just to kiss for hours if that was what they happened to be doing, and Ellie really liked that.

Normally she liked that.

Right now, she was becoming impatient, without quite meaning to be. She kept touching Mia despite herself. She stroked Mia’s arms, and Mia’s back, and touched Mia’s face gently as they kissed. She slid her hands up and felt Mia’s hair, and wondered if she should try and take out Mia’s clip. She wanted to slide her hands into Mia’s hair, to wrap it around them, to feel it all silky between her fingers as they kissed. Hair turned her on, apparently. Feeling hair like her own, all thick and soft, reminded her who Mia was.

She made herself stop, and leave the clip alone. She didn’t want to squeeze it wrong, or pull too hard, and hurt Mia.

She moved her hands to Mia’s arms instead.

She started touching Mia’s arms, stroking without completely meaning to. She slid her fingers slowly up and down, feeling Mia’s skin. She remembered, after a while, that she’d been thinking about skin earlier, so she stroked a little more, trying to decide if Mia’s skin really did feel different. She took one hand away from Mia and touched her own arm. Slid her hand slowly, like she was on Mia, and almost made herself shiver. She was right, she decided. Mia’s skin did feel different, although Ellie couldn’t completely work out why.

“What are you doing?” Mia said, suddenly, and Ellie blushed, and shook her head, and went back to kissing.

And kept on kissing, slowly now.

Ellie was breathing Mia’s air. That thought occurred to her as she did, and she really liked the idea. Air was moving between their mouths as they kissed, moving between their lungs. Ellie would feel Mia exhale, feel Mia’s breath on her cheek and inside her mouth, and then she’d breathe in, and take that air inside herself.

She was breathing Mia’s air, into herself, like she wanted to take all of Mia inside herself.

Ellie thought about that too. She hadn’t quite seen it that way before, but it was exactly right. That was exactly what she wanted. She wanted Mia inside her. She wanted Mia’s breath and hands and mouth. She wanted all of Mia inside her, and she wanted to be inside Mia, too. She barely knew how to make that happen, but she wanted it almost more than she could stand.

She wanted Mia so much she almost couldn’t wait.

Except that they were waiting.

Apparently they were being slow. Apparently Mia was taking her time, because she was, and Ellie was going to go along with that. Because apparently Ellie wasn’t brave enough yet to say that she wanted to hurry.

Patience was good, she supposed. Waiting was good. Turning each on by kissing until they hurt, Ellie supposed that was good too.

She wanted to speed things up, but she wasn’t going to do a thing to make it happen, because she was still too nervous. She was nervous, and also, she didn’t want to spoil this for Mia. If Mia wanted it to be slow, then Ellie would be slow, and doing it for Mia’s sake almost made the waiting something she could stand.

Ellie waited.

Ellie kept kissing, and waited, and hoped Mia would decide to hurry up very, very soon.