DEDICATIONS:
To my beloved,
This is something that I wrote for you. I sincerely hope that you enjoy reading all the kinky things I came up with for you (*laughs*). This is to show you that you're very loved and appreciated. You're amazing!
[Note : Above is a cute fanart that I found on tumblr. Creds to the owner and please excuse any small grammatical errors, I will edit this properly later. ]
She unlocked the door to her studio apartment in a hurry and rushed to the restroom. Her bladder was killing her. Her fat tabby meowed a greeting from the window sill, where he perched swishing his tail back and forth. She'd had a long but eventful weekend and she was quite content with how it'd all gone over. Impossibly, uncontrollably content, jubilant rather. She thought it was quite abnormal to feel this unbelievably happy, that it could almost be a crime to feel this ecstatic.
As she took a quick shower, she couldn't help but let her thoughts wander, and eventually they landed on the weekend's events.
She'd spent the weekend with her girlfriend. She'd stayed over at her place to help her and her little Siberian husky whom she'd adopted mere days ago, settle in, in her new apartment. Things were finally starting to look good for the pair of them. They had a stable job and a place to live in with their pets, exactly what they'd dreamed of while they were still finishing their degrees. The question was, what would come next? But that was not as pressing right now, as they'd let themselves relax a bit during the weekend. Well, 'relax' would not be quite the word since they'd gone completely overboard (as usual) with the whole 'letting loose' concept. But it was all well and good since the pair of them'd had quite a good time, as they deserved.
She'd gone straight over to her girlfriend's house in the evening post-work. She'd called and ordered takeaway chinese beforehand from that deli near her workplace that her girlfriend loved. She wanted this weekend to be perfect as she finally had some time to spend with her girlfriend out of their busy lives.
She stopped at the deli to pick up the food and then sped along the highway to her beloved's place, jamming to "Cigarettes After Sex" all the while.
🎵//Truly, know that you really don't need
To be in love to make love to me\\🎵
~~~
Later, she pressed the doorbell at her girlfriend's apartment and waited for her to answer. As she did so, she couldn't help but smile in excitement for what was to come. She was wearing her most expensive pair of lingerie precisely for this purpose.
Her said girlfriend opened the door with a huge grin. She was wearing worn out mom jeans with a white Game-of-Thrones t-shirt that was slightly loose on her petite frame. With her hair up in a bun, in preparation for heavy lifting, and her bra mostly visible through her t-shirt, her girlfriend greeted her with a chaste kiss on the lips.
"Hey there" she replied, kissing back softly.
"I missed you" replied her girlfriend, pulling back.
"Me too" said she.
"Come on in" she said as opened the front door wider to invite her in.
She noticed an array of unpacked carboard boxed lined on top of each other as she entered the two bedroom apartment. A few could be seen unpacked which had their contents littered around the house. A woof and paws hitting the tiled floor could be heard as her girlfriend's husky greeted her with a lot of love and saliva.
"You know Lemon, right?" asked her girlfriend. "Except you're meeting him for the first time."
"Yes!" she replied as she petted and scratched Lemon behind his ears. Her eyes shone with affection for the dog and her girlfriend noticed it as she stood leaning on the kitchen island, watching her Significant Other meet the love of her life for the first time. She looked absolutely ravishing in the skintight skirt that defined her hips and blouse that she usually wore to work. She was very excited for the weekend as well.
"Let's eat first and work later" suggested her girlfriend.
She agreed.
Both of them loved to eat and had a very fulfilling meal. She was looking forward to undressing her girlfriend from her jeans and t-shirt as she kept teasing her with bending down and flashing her bra. She couldn't wait to finish eating.
Her girlfriend's phone rang. She answered it with responses like "Yes, you're on the right way", "no, straight from there", "it should be visible now" and "right across from there. See you!"
"Is someone coming over?" she inquired as they washed up after finishing eating.
"Yeah, its my boss."
"Oh!"
"Don't worry though. I called him up to help us with all the heavy lifting. It's alright."
"Okay then" she mummbled in reply.
The doorbell rang and her girlfriend went to answer it. She could hear her welcome her boss from where she was in the kitchen. Her girlfriend introduced her boss to her but she forgot his name as soon as she said it. Nonetheless, she smiled in greeting.
She noticed that her usually shy and less-talkative girlfriend was chattering enthusiastically about the apartment and her furniture with her boss. She felt singled-out and jealous as she could also tell that her girlfriend had a crush on her boss. She tried to convince herself that it was okay. She told herself that there had been men before him as well, yet she was the only one who was a constant in her girlfriend's life. However, she could also observe that the man (unsurprisingly) liked her girlfriend as well.
She tried to distract herself with work. She lifted and dusted and shifted and arranged, did everything that she could until it was all done and there was nothing else to be lifted or dusted or shifted or arranged. She'd worn herself out and she knew it. She just wanted that man to be gone and away from her girlfriend. This was not what she'd thought they'd be doing while setting up the house for her girlfriend and Lemon.
~~~
Her girlfriend closed the door after seeing her boss off.
She sighed and sat down heavily in one the lounge chairs that her girlfriend'd had customised specially for this house.
"What do you want to have for dinner?" asked her girlfriend.
"Anything"
"Do you want to cook together?"
"No."
"Are you okay?"
"Yes."
"I'll cook for you then. What do you want to eat?"
"I said anything was fine earlier. It still is."
"Okay. How about something quick and simple?"
She asked. "How about some arrabiata pasta?"
"Great." she replied, non-committal.
She tried to cheer herself up as her girlfriend cooked dinner for her. She didn't want the weekend to spoil because of her maudlin mood.
She got up and went to the kitchen entrance to watch her girlfriend cook for the both of them. She was hurrying about doing everything at once; chopping vegetables and turning the stove on to heat the oil and supervising the boiling pasta, all at once. Her girlfriend seemed to be omnipresent then, cooking there in the kitchen, her shirt hiking up slightly and her fair waist meeting the air as she reached up for the spatula, her round bottom even more pronounced as she bent down for the pan; humming to herself all the while.
She couldn't help but stare at her girlfriend. She wanted to undress her and take her then and there on the kitchen island, teach her a lesson. Craving for her girlfriend as she did then, however, she didn't want to disrupt this harmonious way of working of her girlfriend; even though she was extremely sexually frustrated.
Hence there she stood. Leaning against the wall, her eyes following her girlfriend's every single movement.
~~~
While getting ready for bed, she asked her girlfriend, "You like him, don't you?"
She looked up from towel-drying her hair after her shower, surprise lighting her round brown eyes. "How'd you guess?"
She shrugged.
"Well, it's not like I love him or anything."
"You want him though" she pointed out.
"Yeah, but I want you too. And I love you."
Even though she didn't want to admit it to herself, she was pleased at hearing her girlfriend say those words. It was the first time that she'd said them. Her girlfriend knew how it affected her. However, she was still a little upset and didn't want to be easily defeated. So she said the first thing that popped into her mind then, "but that's not what we're talking about right now!", weakly.
Her girlfriend found it cute that her S.O. was jealous of someone who was leagues away from her (S.O.). She was enjoying this situation. However, she did not want her to be so upset that it'd spoil the weekend.
So, enjoying her sulking as she was, her girlfriend crawled up to sit beside her on the bed and layed her head on her lap and managed to convince her S.O. that it was not a big deal for her to be crushing on her own boss, that it'd diminish sooner rather than later, that it was She, who mattered the most, and their happiness.
She listened to her girlfriend talk for a long while. And it was not that that she did not understand, she did, but she still felt a little angry and frustrated. She didn't let this show on her face, however, she did not want her girlfriend to feel more upset or worse, get angry or annoyed at her for feeling such stupid things.
In the end, her girlfriend fell asleep while talking in her lap. She too, was nearly so when suddenly, she couldn't control anymore. It was everything; it was the long hours spent apart from each other, hours spent working and stressing out and then finally meeting, only to be left even more sexually frustrated than ever, that finally undid her control over herself; and she hastily extracted her legs from underneath her girlfriend's head. She didn't care if she awoke her girlfriend.
She looked at her. Her girlfriend's t-shirt was hiked up a little because of shifting her limbs during sleep. Her silk short were of the most perfect length, redefining her legs and most importantly, her round bottom. They were barely covering it. She could see a little bit of her white lace panties through the slightly lowered waistband of her shorts. The curve of her small waist and petite hips itself made her wet.
At last, when she couldn't help herself, she gently turned her girlfriend on her back in order to face herself. She pulled her girlfriend's t-shirt even farther up, exposing her braless, bare breasts. Her girlfriend shifted a little as her subconscious detected a change in her sleeping position. With one hand going for her right nipple, she bent down to kiss her girlfriend.
This woke her up; and as she registered the sensations on her breast, she gasped. This urged her even more, breaking off from her girlfriend's mouth, she trailed her lips down her jawline, earlobe and her exquisite neck and greatly defined collarbones. This quickened her girlfriend's breath in anticipation of what was to come next.