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"Could you lend me your expertise for a moment?" Stella inquired, positioned in front of Lizzie's desk as the woman diligently typed away on her MacBook.
"Of course, go ahead," Lizzie nodded, her teeth tugging on her bottom lip, capturing Stella's attention as she shifted her focus towards the brunette's workbook.
Stella read aloud the task at hand, her voice resonating in the room as Lizzie's lips formed a pensive pursing.
"It requires you to delve into the interplay of nature and humanity: Environmental literature and ecocriticism often explore the intricate connections between humans and their natural environment. As a starting point, you could analyze how literature portrays the intricate web of relationships among human beings, ecosystems, and the environment," Lizzie responded with professional clarity, leaving Stella feeling disheartened and ready to give up, her head meeting the cool surface of the wooden desk with a soft groan of surrender.
"I give up," the brunette mumbled under her breath. Lizzie's brow furrowed at the sight of Stella's exhaustion.
"How much sleep have you been getting lately?" Concern laced Lizzie's words as her hand reached out to tenderly brush a loose strand of hair away from Stella's face.
"Not much," the brunette admitted, sitting up straight and rubbing her weary eyes.
"Why is that?" Lizzie's emerald green eyes bore into Stella's, brimming with genuine worry and care.
"Nightmares," Stella answered honestly, causing an immediate softening of Lizzie's gaze.
"What about, honey?" The blonde's voice dripped with sympathy.
"Well... since Mary's passing. You know?" Tears welled up in Stella's eyes, and Lizzie swiftly rose from her seat, moving toward her.
"Come, sit with me," the blonde urged gently, helping Stella to her feet and guiding her to the couch. They settled down side by side, Lizzie's comforting hand resting on Stella's knee as the brunette allowed her emotions to flow freely.
"The girl who passed away a month ago, I miss her so much. Everyone expects me to move on by now, but I'm just not ready. Why should I get to live a happy life when she can't?" Stella poured out her heart, her voice trembling with vulnerability. Lizzie was taken aback, unaware of the depth of the connection between Stella and the departed girl.
"I'm truly sorry for the loss you've been silently enduring for weeks. Grief is a deeply personal and individual journey, and there is no fixed timeline for healing or moving forward. It's completely normal to still feel her absence and yearn for her presence. Your feelings are valid, and it's crucial to grant yourself permission to grieve at your own pace. Remember, healing doesn't equate to forgetting or replacing her; it means finding a way to honor her memory and love while embracing your own happiness. It's not about deserving happiness when she can't have it; it's about cherishing her memory and forging your own path to healing and joy, in due time." Lizzie's voice held a soft, caring tone as she spoke, witnessing Stella's eyes light up with hope. "And El, you know you have me. Always. I'll be there to listen, to distract you from your troubles, or even to cry with you. I'm here."
Stella bestowed upon Lizzie a grateful smile as she enveloped the woman in a thankful embrace. "Thank you," Stella's words were hushed against the fabric of Lizzie's clothing, but the sentiment was loud and clear.
"You're most welcome, darling," Lizzie reciprocated the embrace, her heart warming at the familiarity of Stella's touch.
"Forget about the homework, my love. Let me drive you home," Lizzie reassured, her words filled with affection, as Stella disengaged from the hug.
"What happened to 'no extensions'?" Stella teased, a small chuckle escaping her lips as she wiped away her tears.
"Pack up your things," Lizzie playfully rolled her eyes, giving Stella's arse a light smack as the brunette rose from her seat.
Stella blushed at the unexpected action but chose not to address it, promptly gathering her books and laptop as instructed.
The two strolled through the car park, the sky painted with hues of gold. Although dinnertime had long passed, they had already shared a meal together in the office. Lizzie gallantly opened the passenger door for Stella, who beamed at the gesture. "Why, thank you, Olsen."
The drive home was brief, filled with casual conversation and the gentle hum of the radio. Lizzie escorted Stella to her apartment door, accepting the invitation to enter.
"Are you hungry? I don't have much," Stella offered, leading Lizzie into the kitchen and scanning the contents of her fridge.
"No, it's fine, love," the blonde replied, perching herself on the kitchen counter beside Stella.
"Hm, I have some hard-boiled eggs," the brunette retrieved a container from the fridge. "Oh, I forgot, could you please pass me the mayonnaise?" Stella requested, placing the eggs in the microwave to heat them.
"Mayonnaise on eggs?" Lizzie raised an eyebrow, retrieving the condiment from the fridge and placing it on the counter.
"Yeah! It's amazing," Stella defended her culinary choice, watching a disgusted expression flash across the blonde's face. "Hey! They're good!"
"Yeah, sure. Got any hot sauce?" Lizzie chuckled, reaching back into the fridge.
"Did you just say that to me?" Stella gasped, removing the eggs from the microwave as it beeped.
Lizzie skilfully halved the eggs, making them easier to eat, observing as Stella spread mayonnaise on one half with a butter knife and indulged in her peculiar combination. "That's revolting, darling. I love you, but no."
"What? You're the strange one!" Stella giggled, as Lizzie added a touch of hot sauce to her portion.
"Yeah, sure, baby," Lizzie laughed, taking a bite of her egg half. "So, where is your partner in crime?"
"She's out right now, visiting her sister about 20 minutes outside the city," Stella replied nonchalantly, slathering more mayonnaise onto an egg.
"Well, in that case," Lizzie seized the egg from Stella's grasp.
Stella's exclamation of frustration reverberated through the air, accompanied by her disbelief in the situation unfolding around her. Little did she know that Lizzie had stealthily maneuvered herself beside Stella, ready to execute her mischievous plan. Suddenly, Stella's world turned topsy-turvy as a pair of arms stealthily coiled around her waist, effortlessly lifting her feet off the ground. She found herself being gently carried by Lizzie, like a feather being carried by a gentle breeze, towards the sanctuary of the brunette's room.
As Stella was placed delicately upon the soft surface of the bed, confusion and curiosity flooded her mind. With a mixture of laughter and playfulness, she couldn't help but inquire, "What on earth are you up to?" The brunette, her face adorned with a mischievous grin, emitted infectious giggles in response, unable to contain her joy.
In a daring move, Lizzie leaned over Stella, her excitement palpable in the air. A mischievous spark danced in her eyes as she declared, "tickle attack!" Without further ado, the blonde playfully straddled the brunette, her hands finding their way to Stella's vulnerable stomach. A wave of ticklish sensations overwhelmed Stella, and she burst into fits of laughter, her amusement echoing throughout the room like the joyful chimes of a thousand bells.
Stella's laughter filled the room as she squirmed under Lizzie's playful assault. Gasping for breath between giggles, she managed to utter, "Okay, okay! Truce! I surrender!"
Lizzie relented, her mischievous grin giving way to a triumphant smile. "Aha! Victory is mine!" she declared, triumphantly raising her hands in mock celebration. As the tickling subsided, Stella caught her breath and looked up at her friend, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and affection.
"You know, sometimes I think you have way too much energy," Stella teased, playfully poking Lizzie's side. Lizzie feigned offense, pretending to clutch her heart dramatically.
"Me? Too much energy? Never!" Lizzie exclaimed, putting on an exaggeratedly innocent expression. They both erupted into laughter, their joy intertwining in the air like a dance.
Stella's words flowed tenderly from her lips, accompanied by a loving smile that illuminated her face. Lizzie's laughter ceased abruptly, replaced by a deep blush that spread across her cheeks as she gazed intensely into Stella's warm brown eyes.
With a gentle bite on her bottom lip, the blonde leaned down, planting a sweet kiss on the tip of Stella's delicate nose. A broad smile graced the brunette's lips as she placed her palms on Lizzie's warm, rosy cheeks.
Whispering softly, Lizzie confessed her love to Stella, her emerald eyes fixated on the brunette's tongue as it caressed her cherry-red lips.
Smiling cutely, Stella looked up at Lizzie and declared, "I love you more," eliciting a playful nose scrunch from the blonde, filled with happiness. Lizzie carefully connected their lips, savoring the sensation of Stella against her once again, causing a moan of pleasure to escape her.
Lizzie's kisses traveled down Stella's neck, following the graceful curve of her collarbone, and lifting the brunette's shirt to explore further down her stomach.
"Baby, that feels incredible," Stella whispered, and Lizzie paused to blow a raspberry on her upper stomach, eliciting a delightful giggle from her. "You're adorable," Stella told her, sighing with pleasure as Lizzie's actions caused her hips to shift. Lizzie noticed the reaction and repeated the motion, evoking a moan from Stella's lips. "Don't tease unless you're ready to follow through," Stella warned, breaking away from the kiss. Butterflies fluttered in Lizzie's stomach, finding Stella's low, husky voice immensely attractive.
"What if I want to?" Lizzie inquired, her voice filled with curiosity. Stella arched an eyebrow, and Lizzie's hands traveled from Stella's hips, up her stomach, and paused just below her breast. "Is that a yes?" Lizzie asked, seeking confirmation, while Stella sighed, uncertain of whether it was a good idea or not. Lizzie bucked her hips once more, further arousing Stella.
"Fuck it," Stella sighed, and a smile adorned Lizzie's face. Lizzie removed her shirt, exposing her bare chest, clad in a black t-shirt bra. Pushing Stella back down, she proceeded to undo the belt on Stella's jeans.
"Can I be on top?" Stella inquired, and Lizzie nodded in agreement. Rolling off her, Lizzie lay down as Stella rose from the bed, sliding her jeans down to reveal her underwear. "Come here," Stella murmured, grabbing hold of Lizzie's legs and pulling her to the edge of the bed. Lizzie giggled as Stella leaned over her, their lips meeting once again, both quickly finding their rhythm and molding their lips together more effortlessly than before. "May I take this off?" Stella inquired, slipping her finger down her stomach and beneath the hem of the skirt she had worn that day. Stella couldn't deny feeling quite attractive in it.
"Yes," Lizzie nodded, breaking the kiss, her gaze locked with Stella's gentle eyes as she felt the fabric loosen and fall away from her figure, thanks to Stella unzipping it.
Lizzie pressed her lips fervently against the brunette's, yearning to feel her fully. "Are you sure?" Stella asked, pausing momentarily for one last confirmation, and the blonde offered a sweet smile, nodding in assurance.
"I'm sure," Lizzie replied in a low tone, and Stella reciprocated with a slow, tender kiss before sliding her hand into Lizzie's underwear. Lizzie gasped at the sensation of fingers gliding against her skin, Stella being careful not to cause any discomfort.
"Just relax," Stella whispered, and Lizzie smiled up at her. Stella applied pressure to her clit with her thumb, observing Lizzie's face transforming into a state of pure ecstasy. Stella rubbed small, tight circles on the blonde's bundle of nerves, causing Lizzie's jaw to drop and her breath to hitch as her eyes rolled back. Stella smiled, attaching her lips to Lizzie's neck. The room fell silent, interrupted only by occasional smooching sounds as Stella suckled on Lizzie's neck, while the blonde struggled to stifle her moans. Stella wanted to urge her to release the sounds, but recognized the need for quiet.
"Can you handle my fingers, Bee?" Stella inquired in a hushed tone, and Lizzie hummed in response, not trusting herself to speak in that moment. Stella guided Lizzie's fingers down to her own moist entrance, feeling her dripping arousal. "Fuck, you're so wet for me," Stella whispered, sliding a finger inside, causing Lizzie to moan as Stella's presence filled her, biting into Stella's shoulder as her breathing quickened.
"More," Lizzie managed to say, and Stella added another finger, encountering no resistance due to the copious amount of lubrication. Stella began pumping her fingers in and out, starting slowly to gradually stretch Lizzie. Removing her thumb from Lizzie's clit, Stella noticed that the girl wasn't reaching climax as quickly as she desired. Stella decided to introduce a third finger, prompting louder moans from Lizzie, as the trio of fingers moved rapidly in and out of her. "Fuck," Lizzie murmured, biting harder into Stella's shoulder as the thrusts slowed, allowing Stella to ensure the full length of her fingers entered and exited, expertly curling them against her G-spot.
"Are you close?" Stella asked, and Lizzie sighed, nodding as she fought to hold back another moan.
"I'm going to cum," Lizzie whimpered, and Stella reintroduced her thumb to Lizzie's clit, causing the blonde beneath her to twitch, her breath hitching in the process. A knot formed in Lizzie's stomach, growing tighter and tighter. Stella peeled Lizzie off her shoulder, unconcerned about the prominent bite mark, and engaged her in an open-mouthed kiss, eager to absorb all of her moans. Lizzie's toes curled, her back arching slowly as it became increasingly difficult to maintain the kiss. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she broke away from Stella. Stella entwined her fingers in Lizzie's hair as a small whine escaped the blonde's mouth. Stella kissed Lizzie's forehead as the latter struggled to prevent the impending orgasm. "I can't hold it any longer," Lizzie managed to utter, her voice barely audible, and Stella pressed her head against Lizzie's shoulder, the bed beginning to creak.
"Cum for me, darling," Stella calmly spoke into Lizzie's ear, resuming her kisses on her neck. Lizzie relinquished control as soon as she could, surrendering to an overwhelming climax that enveloped her entire being. The orgasm released the built-up tension, an explosion of sensations that bordered on ecstasy, culminating in a wave of warmth, tranquility, and relaxation. Lizzie's back arched, and as the intensity subsided, she found herself breathing heavily, biting her lip to contain a satisfied smile.
"Fuck," was all Lizzie could manage to say. "I missed that," the blonde said as she tried to catch her breath.
"Yeah, me too," Stella dropped her body on the bed next to Lizzie, a small smile permanently on her lips. A small amused chuckle left Lizzie's mouth as she tries to muffle it with her hand. Stella turned her head curiously to watch the woman fail to hold her laughter. "Theres something wrong with you," Stella joined in, a giggle escaping her throat as she couldn't help but be amused.
"Yeah well, what's new?" Lizzie shrugs, a hand on her chest as she stares up at the ceiling with a wide smile.
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